Ouroboros (Ninjago x Male Reader)

10. Loneliness

Before we begin I have to say that I am NOT a psychologist, I did some research for this chapter on the topic of psychotherapy, but whatever things you see in this chapter are not even remotely close to how things would go in real life. That's also because (y/n) gives zero fucks about how he does his job.

(y/n) arrived at exactly 2 pm. The sun was shining high in the sky with barely any clouds to cover it's bright rays. For a moment (y/n) regretted not putting on sunscreen, but then again, how could he have guessed that only two days after the attack of the Great Devourer the world would be as sunny and bright as today.

It wasn't windy at all, so there was no escaping the hot weather either. (y/n) resorted to just fanning his face lightly until he could get inside to the hopefully cooler building.

There was a large metal gate, standing tall and waiting for more unfortunate souls to arrive. It was decorated with paper flowers, some a little flimsy, and some a bit better.

The gate was kept open so you could drive in with a car, but (y/n) preferred public transport, and had taken the bus to the nearest bus stop. The rest of the way he had gone by foot.

On both the left side and the right side of the rocky path were large areas of just green grass and children playing together. They all seemed to be quite happy. They were most likely laughing, or maybe screaming, younger kids tended to do that.

(y/n) had actually expected the place to be all gloomy and dark like in movies... well, perhaps that was his imaginations fault.

In the middle of the yard was a two story building. Quite a large place, and it sure had to be if all these kids in the yard had to fit in there. The place was pretty well funded as well, being the only orphanage even remotely close to the largest city of Ninjago.

The door was open, so (y/n) walked right in. He almost sighed in relief as the cool touch of air conditioning finally allowed him to escape the hot weather, and also the chance to finally put his folding fan away.

"Mr. (l/n), I assume?" An older lady approached (y/n), who gave her a small smile.

"Just (y/n) is fine, thank you." The lady nodded before leading him further into the building. Now that (y/n) was inside he could really see how well funded the place was. 

There was a messy art room, a large kitchen, a shared living space and actually clean bathrooms. Wow.

He didn't get a tour or anything, he just took a peak inside every possible room they passed by as the lady led (y/n) to the second floor. There it was much quieter, but some noise could be heard through the doors lined up on both sides of the hallway.

"She's waiting inside, I will head back to watch the children now." (y/n) gave the lady a nod as thanks as the two stopped in front of one of the doors. 

(y/n) knocked lightly, before opening the door. He didn't wait to hear an answer, because he quite simply couldn't.

"Excuse me," He said as he walked in. He closed the door behind himself before turning to look around the room.

Now this was what he had anticipated, a bland room where everything was dull and gray. It was basically empty too, for the exception of a bed and a small drawer that were both pressed tight against the wall.

On the bed, in the very corner, a small child was curled up almost completely, only her head was raised enough for (y/n) to feel her piercing gaze.

"Sorry for the intrusion." (y/n) just gave her a smile. The moment (y/n) had seen the notice of an orphanage looking for a psychologist for a little girl who lost her parents, a girl whom (y/n) had actually seen before, his interest was caught.

It was perfect, he had a degree in psychology after all, and had worked at this line of work before. Although he wasn't the best of the best, or even the worst of the best.

(y/n) quickly noticed that the little girl didn't have many belongings, except for a small photo that laid next to her on the bed, but it was too far for (y/n) to see clearly. And one more thing, a beaten up Green Ninja doll that had its arm cruelly ripped off. That one sat lying far away from the girl, on the floor in the very opposite corner of the room.

One of the girls arms was in a cast, seems like she got hurt during the Devourer attack. (y/n) was wondering why the orphanage was forcing the poor kid to see a psychologist in the first place. Did they seriously wonder what was wrong with a kid being completely silent after she lost her home and her parents?

(y/n) had been an orphan for a while too. Although he didn't remember when he was brought to his old orphanage, he still remembered the day Wu had brought him to the monastery instead. He still remembered quite well that the change wasn't easy, and it was probably much harder for this kid.

Although (y/n) had applied for the job from pure curiosity, he still knew he had a job to do. And he didn't have all day, so he got to it right away.

"Harumi, right? Nice to meet you. I'm (y/n), a psychologist." Harumi didn't move an inch, just kept glaring at him. It was a normal reaction, and (y/n) didn't mind it.

Harumi looked like she wanted nothing more than for (y/n) to just leave. Unfortunately for her, (y/n) couldn't do that. Harumi also looked like she already knew how things were going to go, as if she already knew what (y/n) was about to say next.

"Ah, do I sound weird?" But (y/n) asked something she wasn't expecting, and that threw her a bit off, but her face didn't show it.

Harumi didn't drop the glare, but she still gave (y/n) a quick answer with a light shake of her head.

"Ah, that's good. You see, I can't hear my own voice. I'm currently deaf." The word 'currently' only made Harumi even more confused, but it didn't show on her face.

(y/n) didn't have much time, and he didn't want to hold a stretched out session immediately after meeting the kid. But he wanted to try to get a bit of information out of her. 

(y/n) walked over to the Green Ninja doll in the corner and grabbed it, before returning to his previous spot.

As I said before, (y/n) knew he had a job to do. But he had never enjoyed the usual methods. He had his own. 

(y/n) examined the doll carefully as he spoke again.

"Do you like the ninja?" (y/n) asked. Harumi gave no answer.

"Do you like the Green Ninja?" (y/n) asked again and Harumi gave no answer. But (y/n) hardly needed to hear one anyway.

(y/n) carefully approached Harumi's bed, but not her directly. He resorted to placing the doll on the opposite end of her bed, but right as his hands let go, Harumi scrambled out of her position and she kicked the doll off.

The doll fell to the floor pathetically as Harumi rushed back to her previous position, holding an even tighter glare on (y/n). But (y/n)'s face didn't change a bit.

"You don't? That's rare," (y/n) said, and bent down to pick the doll up, but didn't even think of placing it on Harumi's bed again.

"I thought I was the only one." (y/n) added, as Harumi's pissed expression finally showed change. Finally, a look of surprise.

People sought help to contain their anger. Harumi didn't need any help, she was already surpressing it all deep down in her heart. (y/n) would make sure to feed onto the hate, fuel the fire as much as he could.

A psychologist he was, but his methods were questionable. But who cares, Harumi wasn't his kid after all. So who cares how she turns out in the end?

But the little time (y/n) had with her was running out, so he couldn't stay. Instead he dug out a small needle from his pocket. He pressed the Green Ninja doll against the wall some space away from Harumi's bed, and swiftly pierced its heart with the needle.

With the doll pinned to the wall, (y/n) walked to the doorway, but gave one last all to Harumi.

"Be careful with the needle, please. It's sharp. I'll be back next week, same time. I'll take some exercises with me." And with that, he left.