It could be the Wind AU《Ninjago》

Chapter 5.

《This one was meant to be post sooner, but- I got some health problems this morning, so, is now. (I'm fine now. Still kind of in pain, but fine.) And that damn little break down I had. And a block write at the same time. For most my fics.

But enjoy what I have for now! ^^》

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His eyes were tired, hurt by the bright colors that had entered in the new eyes. He could barely see anything, trying to adjust them. Little by little, resulting in clear and new colors and images for the ex-ghost.

"What...?"

He was confused. The place around was meant to be monotonous colors, not colorful and vivid. And by that, he was in this weird place..new. The eyes no longer knew what to look at first. There were too many things around. But they stopped at his own hands. Green, pale green with a wonderful light light color. They did, however, have white scars. He analyzes them further. He noticed that the hair was longer than the last time, being over the waist, just in front a little over the shoulders. Now..gray with a light blue color, and the green thread being lighter that the original one. It didn't bother him, or care so much, maybe if it was a little shorter. He saw quickly that he was floating.

"A Spirit..."

He whisper. His voice echoed softly. The last time he heard himself, it was hoarse and cursed, and now it sounded clean. He had begun to look after a mirror. He barely found one behind a closet. He sighed angrily, flying at it.

Morro was surprise to see what he looks like now. His eyes were emerald green, but with traces of his real eyes could be seen by the pupil. Still with green marks around his eyes, a reminder that he had been a cursed ghost. Also with scratches on the face, just two on his left side. But the weirdest thing about his face was the tears. Neon-green and white tears streaming down his eyes. He wasn't really crying. They were just there. He couldn't erase them, he couldn't feel them, and they couldn't disturb his sight. It will only be very confusing for those who will see it. He smiled weakly at his new appearance. It looks so new and peaceful.

"A New Me..."

He chuckled, happily spinning that he could physically relax. That he wouldn't remember how awful he looked and how scared his appearance was.. for a whole city. And awful he was and he is.. This thought was kicked away fast because he hit his leg by the bed he never saw before.

"I shouldn't feel anything! Agh.. it hurts. Obviously I haven't felt pain in a long time. I don't miss it."

However, he looked at who was in the bed he came across, seeing only the hair of the person sleeping in it. Curiosity shot him, floating above the bed, pulling lightly the blanket that covered the stranger's face.

"Kai...?"

He was confused and surprised at the same time. He dropped the blanket, dropping as wel in a thinking mood. He isolated himself where he had woken up.

"Why... Why am I in his room? Of all of them in his? And I thought that all this thing that Garmadon had kept muttering and put it in my head was not going to work.. But looks like it worked..."

He looks at the bed where the Fire Master was fast asleep.

"I could go. ... I could.."

He felt paralyzed. In conflict with himself. Morro stared at the sleeping boy. Confused why, wondered why he was doing this.

"Why am I not leaving!? He will throw water on me when he sees me!- Spirits die in the water like ghosts do? I don't know.. But anyway! He will scream and get everyone's attention. What's the point? I'm telling myself what it is! None. If- "