Cuz I Found My Place! | Ninjago AU | Ninjago Fanfic

Two Best Friends

A lot of kids.
I built a railgun.
Nice bat you got there, eh?

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(Sora's POV)

"What do you mean you didn't built this?" Arin exclaimed, he stared at the model in amazement.

"This is exactly like the sketch you showed me!"

Normally, I would've actually been proud of myself if I actually finished a model I planned to make and it started off as a sketch. It was my idea, indeed. The exact same replica as my sketch, in 3D version. Except, I didn't make it. I was sure it wasn't my doing, but I couldn't explain how it simply built itself. (It wasn't a 'who', I was sure of that too.)

"It wasn't even halfway done," I held out my hands dramatically, "but it simply finished within a few seconds!"

Arin glanced at me, the look he was giving told me he didn't really seemed to believe me, not one bit.

But I was telling the truth!

Arin was a sweet boy. He was about my age, only a few months younger than me, if I remembered correctly. He had black hair that puffed into the shape of a cloud, it was a weird hairstyle but Arin frantically explained it was the barber's fault. Apparently, he'd asked for 'The Ice Cube', and the barber gave him 'The Cloud'. Or maybe 'The Cotton Candy' was a better description but you get what I mean. (What the heck kinda hairstyle is 'The Ice Cube' anyway? It sounded super hilarious.)

I wanted to pry further as to why he wanted that sort of haircut but he was already pouting at the thought of his cloud shaped hair, I decided it was best not to ask any more questions.

His dark, focused eyes lingered on me for a little longer. I was about to argue against his trust issues when he held up a hand and stopped me.

"Fine, I believe you." Arin said, he sighed. "The Sora I know doesn't lie about something like this."

I breathed out and my shoulders slumped down in relief.

"But," Arin started again. His mouth hung open, but no voice came out. He thought for a moment and simply reduced his words to, "how?"

Great question, Arin! The kind of question that I don't have an answer to! Bravo!

"I don't know." I said, putting the disappointment in my voice. Arin did one better, he hung the disappointment on his face. Jeez, he's acting like it was his model that magically finished itself.

"Well, it's not like we can do anything about it." Arin shook his head and shrugged, "Might as well submit it to the competition."

I felt a bundle of mixed feelings. I did not feel good about submitting a project I did not build myself to a competition. Then again, I wouldn't have enough time to start a new one and I probably wouldn't be able to build one as good as the one I have now. I stared at the model, I tried to recall the scene back in the classroom.

I'd asked several classmates, and none of them saw what actually happened. Okay, I'm pretty sure if an unfinished model just started building itself, at least one person could've noticed. But then again, a dog had sneaked into our classroom the other day and no one saw it dragging a pink and white school bag out of the classroom with its mouth. Not even me. It was only when the bag owner had reported her bag missing like 20 minutes later and we found it completely torn and covered in dog saliva sitting outside the classroom. The books were spilled out and it looked like an official murder scene. However, the 'murderer' was nowhere to be found. The bag owner started cursing to no one in particular.

I wouldn't be surprised if everyone in class suddenly appear to school wearing glasses one day.

Something tugged at my memory coils.