Ninjago Llorumi Oneshots | Ninjago Fanfiction

Stars |AU

The clock in the background ticked with each second that passed by. Moonlight streaked across the bedroom floor, illuminating the room.

I let out a sigh and I rolled over in my bed, my eyes easily finding the sleeping form of my sister across the room. Her eyes were shut tight with her hands folded under her head. White hair flowed down her shoulders and across her chest, which rose and fell as she breathed.

We shared the same face, same coloring, same body language as identical twins tended to share. Yet we couldn't have been more different in personality. Mother insisted we both took after different aspects of our father's personality and looks, but I couldn't see how.

I've seen our father in pictures. He had fluffy blond hair, but me and Lulu had white. He had bright green eyes that my mother described as piercing yet comforting, but we had her grey ones.
He had a soft smile, whereas we had our weird side ones.

What did mother see in us that was so much like our father? Was it our laugh? The way we speak? I'll never know because we never got to meet him, and never will.

Every time I asked about him, she smiled sadly and told us the same thing, 'It was never his time to die. He should have met you.' She always hung onto the hope that he was still somewhere out there in this world, alive and well, but of course, that was impossible.

He died before Mother even knew she was carrying us, more than thirteen years ago. She said she felt his heartbeat stop and heard him take his last breath as he died a hero for Ninjago. So how and why did she cling to the hope that he is still out there?

I wanted to meet him, but I knew that would never happen. I wanted to ask Mother about him, but she would only retreat into silence and say no more than what I had already heard.

I often wondered if Lulu even cared. If she wondered about Father and what exactly happened that fateful day. That day that mother refuses to talk about.

Did she think about it like me during nights when sleep was elusive? Did she think about it when studying or playing, or every time we laughed? Did she think about it at all?

I know I always did. Everywhere I went, everything I did, I wondered if Father had done the same. If he laughed the same as us, if he had hugged the same way... I wanted to know.

Why couldn't I? Why was he taken away so early?

My thoughts constantly bugged and teased me, even now as I climbed out of bed. They had been a constant plague of questions for 13 years.

I heard the creaking of a bed when I reached the door frame and turned to face my sister, who was rubbing her eyes and sitting up. She looked at me with solemn grey eyes that mirrored my own.

"Where are you going?" She asked, keeping her voice down to a whisper. I shuffled my feet as I turned to face her, the sound of crickets filling in the silence. I let out a sigh, knowing I can't lie to my sister.

"I'm going to gaze at the stars. Want to join me?" The request was simple and answered in no less than a heartbeat.

"Of course!" I waited for my sister to jump out of bed and run over to me. Together we headed towards the back door of our house where we could escape into the calming realm of night.