Ouroboros (Ninjago x Male Reader)

0. Death

The chapters in this book are NOT in canon order, the timeline is messy, and the chapters are really short. If you're confused about anything, feel free to ask away. Now enjoy!!!

"Aahh... Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!" (y/n) couldn't help but scream as he watched. Morro staggered, then swayed, before steadying himself just to cough up a mouthful of blood.

(y/n) was shaking in his boots, his feet refused to move, and his mouth hung open. His face was becoming paler by the second, and he looked like he was going to pass out at any second. Yet with all of the willpower he had used to get this far, he somehow stayed on his feet.

Morro glared at he skeleton that stood far away, a bow in hand. Under the intense gaze of the Master of Wind, even the skeleton seemed to have been scared to death, which was kind of ironic.

Unlike (y/n) and the skeleton, Morro didn't show an ounce of fear. He lifted a hand, forcing it to move without shaking, and wiped the blood left on his mouth onto his sleeve. The dark red color was a stark contrast to the dirty black of his sleeve, but Morro couldn't have cared less.

He lifted his other hand, motioning for (y/n) to stay where he was. Even though (y/n) would have a hard time moving even if Morro told him to. 

Slowly but surely, that same hand lowered to Morro's own stomach, carefully searching for the pointy object responsible for his current state.

Morro held his gaze on the skeleton as his hand finally got hold of, and then violently ripped the arrow from his own stomach. Blood splattered once again, and the light from the torches set on the wall glistened off the sharp tip of the arrow. Morro's glare turned into a manic smirk, and he flung the arrow back at the skeleton, boosted by a gust of wind.

(y/n) watched as the skeleton could do nothing but take the hit, letting the arrow pierce it's surprisingly fragile skull, and fall down onto the ground. No, it wasn't even that fragile, Morro was just that much stronger.

"Ahahaha...!" Morro let out a mocking laugh, a grin still playing on his lips.

"Ahahaha, AHAHAHA!!" Morro seemed to be having way too much fun, he even had to clutch his stomach with both hands from all the laughing. And when he drew those hands away, they were covered in blood.

"Aha! Ahaha... haa..." The laughing died down, and finally Morro's face became pale. He swayed, just once, before he fell down on the spot.

"Morro!!" (y/n) had already rushed to him, and knelt down next to the Master of Wind before taking off his backpack to rummage through it in a panic.

"We're out of bandage...!" (y/n) said out loud, his breathing speeding up as Morro laid on the stone ground, his chest rising and falling at an irregular pace, and nothing else.

"It's... uncom... fortable." Morro muttered out, surprising (y/n).

"Ah!" The boy quickly moved Morro's head onto his lap, before starting to tear at his own shirt, ripping it into long shreads.

"Just- just hang on, we'll get out of here together." (y/n) was sweating bullets, and he felt like he was about to vomit. He couldn't see it himself, but his face was going from just pale, to a worrying shade of green.

"No... we won't." Morro shot him down immediately, his lips still holding up a smile.

"Yes, we will! It's... It's either both of us, or neither..." (y/n)'s voice lowered, he tried wrapping the little amount of cloth around Morro's body, but either it wouldn't go around him fully, or the blood would seep out through it.

"...NO!!!" Morro growled, not only surprising, but startling (y/n), making him draw his hand away, when suddenly Morro grabbed onto it, and pulled him back.