Ouroboros (Ninjago x Male Reader)

6. Wounds

(y/n) knelt next to the sleeping Morro, softly disinfecting the cut on the boy's leg. Morro had refused to get it cleaned when he first got the wound, only tying a bit of bandage on it and leaving it at that.

That's why (y/n) had waited until Morro had fallen asleep that night, to get the wound cleaned up, and hopefully not accidentally wake Morro up before he was done.

(y/n) had grown accustomed to it. He followed Morro to wherever the boy went, not really doing much, since Morro was always telling him to stay back from all the fights. Morro would have never said it out loud, but the reason he did that was because he liked showing off. Especially in front of (y/n).

It was obvious though. From the way Morro told (y/n) to stay behind him and just watch, although (y/n) was a decent fighter himself, to the way he smirked at each small compliment (y/n) gave him. Even to the way he would act tough in every possible situation.

(y/n) thought it was a little childish. Morro's ego was the thing that always got in the way in situations like this one. Morro acted invincible, like no matter the wound, it didn't matter to him or his health.

But it mattered to (y/n). He wasn't a doctor or anything, but he knew how to cleanse and patch up wounds well enough. Morro meanwhile had never bothered to learn the skill.

That's why (y/n) carried bandages and disinfectant in the bag pack he carried around. It also held some of Morro's things, like a small dagger, a box of matches, and scrolls and papers all regarding the prophesy of the green ninja.

Yes, the green ninja. The reason they were even here. Morro had picked a fight with a shopkeeper in a small town after another failure of a travel. The two were searching for a 'Djinn', that was supposedly trapped in a lamp in a cavern near the east coast. Turns out, the whole thing was a sham to get the two to buy an overly expensive map that lead to nothing.

It had taken the two days to get to the coast by foot, but it's not like they could afford a taxi after using all their money on the scam map.

But on the way back, Morro's anger fueled him, giving him enough energy to drag (y/n) all the way back to the shop, before proceeding to beat up the man.

The man got bruised all over, while all Morro got was a cut on his leg caused by a pair of scissors the man wielded as his only weapon in the shop.

(y/n) could secretly clean Morro's wounds, but he couldn't do anything about his habit of picking fights, so he had just stood by doing nothing, barely managing to watch the fight, even if it was through his fingers, until Morro had a pair of scissors slice down his leg, ripping his thin and tattered pants.

That's when (y/n) had finally acted, trying to drag Morro away. But Morro's anger had only been increased by the wound, and he proceeded to give his pain back to the man a tenfold. And as was said before, even when Morro finally agreed to leave, He only tied a piece of bandage on his leg, barely stopping the bleeding.

But now that it was night, and Morro was resting, (y/n) could finally do his thing. He gently patted the cloth drenched in disinfectant against the cut, before using a clean shirt to wipe the extra liquid off.

Then came the bandage. He lifted Morro's leg carefully, just a tiny bit, so he could slip the roll of bandage from under it. Over and over, until it was nicely wrapped around Morro's calf.

(y/n) then put all of the leftover bandages back into his bag, but he had already used the last of their disinfectant, so he just threw away the empty bottle.

It didn't matter very much where he threw it, the small town was dirty enough already. There wasn't even a trash can bin sight.

(y/n) and Morro had some money that they used to buy food and other necessities for themselves, but they didn't have even a fraction of the amount they would need for a place to stay.

That's why Morro and (y/n) had to settle for the hard ground, using some of their spare clothes as pillows, and that was it. It had basically just grown to be the norm for them. From time to time, someone would offer them a place to stay for the night, but tonight wasn't one of those nights. At least it wasn't very a cold night.

(y/n) laid down next to Morro. Morro always wanted (y/n) to sleep right next to him, shoulder to shoulder, and sometimes hand in hand. Morro was too prideful to say why, and (y/n) was too accustomed to Morros commanding to ask.

But it must have been because of the warmth. Lying next to each other was one effective way to warm up, and that's for sure.

But even if he was tired, it was hard to fall asleep right away. So instead (y/n) gazed at Morro's sleeping face, and wondered if Morro would ever give up one the idea of becoming the green ninja. 

That was the sole reason they were living like this in the first place. That was the reason Morro refused to go back to the monastery, although they both had a place there to go back to.

But it had hardly been six months since their search began, and yet all they found were the same prophesies over and over again, and fake maps marking non-existent ancient artifacts.

Suddenly, just as (y/n) finally closed his eyes, Morro stirred.

"...Why does my leg hurt?" (y/n) froze in place like a statue, pretending to be asleep. But he couldn't keep up the act when Morro sat up and nudged (y/n) in the shoulder. (y/n) was a light sleeper, if he had actually been asleep, even the slightest noise or sensation could wake him up. If Morro's words hadn't woken him up, the nudge would have.

(y/n) opened his eyes and sat up. He only glanced at Morro, who had an unreadable expression on his face. But he must have been at least a bit tired. (y/n) was too, he had stayed up and waited for Morro to fall asleep first after all.

"I disinfected the wound and changed the bandages." (y/n) answered, bringing his knees to his chest to keep warm in the cold of the night. Usually Morro would cause a fuss about stuff like this, but as he looked at (y/n) his expression changed.

"...Whatever, let's talk in the morning." Then he laid back down, swiftly pulling (y/n) down with him.

"...Eh?" (y/n) let out a small sound of confusion, but didn't resist as he and Morro laid back down, as close to each other as possible.

"...Just sleep." Or in other words: Morro had noticed how tired (y/n) was. (y/n) closed his eyes and smiled a Morro. The Master of Wind saw it from the one eye he had cracked open as he pretended to go back to sleep.

Then (y/n) relaxed and dropped his smile as Morro closed his eyes, and the two fell asleep. Even if the whole world was against them, they would stick together. For better... or for worse.