Wisps: Recollection (Ninjago X Reader)

68. ''My Name...''

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Harumi didn't tell you what she needed. Rearing your want for answers with a secret; "Tonight, during the celebration, they will make the move. When they eventually find out– you being out will alert the guards, and confuse the Sons of Garmadon. You need to stay low, however."

"And you?"

"They haven't tried to hurt me yet. I've been good at being docile. I– I need help. I need to escape with you."

"What about the ninja?"

"Above all else, they have to be prepared for when they try to steal the Mask of Deception. That's why they're also here, this is the only chance they have to steal it. The guards and the ninja can't be distracted by a "paranoid" damsel." She said it honorably. Laced with a poison. "If only I wasn't so–"

"You're doing good." It's like she's never heard that in years, ebbing in a blink.

Running off, she whispered, "Find me in the chaos!"

'That sounds like a disaster already.' You kicked at the panel, ruminating over it. She left you with nothing. A word and hope you'd protect her. Nothing else but to rely on her. 'Okay, stop, thinking like that, it's not helping, it never...' Splinters pricked at your fingertips, picking at the wooden panel. You skimmed the smoother side, small scratches here and there. Blood stains too. The feeling of the underside rubs uncomfortably, unevenly on your skin. A back and forth that leaves you sick. You went to the crawl space. Someone already beat you to it.

"What? You were taking too long."

"And the–"

"Those royal guards? Buncha lazy bums what they are. Napping when I practically waltzed into your room. Got all cocky thinking they blocked your only escape." He stretched out, groaning, "They've had it easy since Hutchins took over."

"You were a royal guard?"

"I never said that, Kid. But sure, go off." You suck up any other cutting questions. Things don't need to intensify and be abrasive. This situation already was. "What else have you snooped on, other than me?" You sit at the table. Pieces of deepstone dull in the moonshine. Stealing and sealing it in a shackled prison. You gather the shrapnel, shuffling it to try to organize it all into what's more pressing.

"Harumi needs help."

"The princess? What's got you caring all a sudden?"

"Someone is forcing her to do this. The Sons of–"

"Garmadon? What– you didn't– what've you been doing?" What was he looking down at you for? "Thought you'd figure that out. Obviously, I overestimated ya here. That so-called damsel is the one sending the letters, can't get more concrete than that. Even if there's a chance she isn't, so damn what?"

"She'll get hurt."

"Who cares?"

"Who cares?" Apathetic to every inch of him, rowing you across that odious, starless ocean. "You know what, why are you here? Is it money, or what? You've been sneaking off out of fucking nowhere like you're playing a...!" You trailed off, backing into your seat. That was too much. This was too much. The moon's blocked from your frame.