Ouroboros (Ninjago x Male Reader)

15. Stuck

Of course the cave was booby trapped. Why wouldn't it be? With their luck, no matter where they went, they would run into trouble.

This time they had no map, and instead only the words of the members of the explorer's club. And this time they had led them to a cave. A cave that, as I said before, was booby trapped.

For a long while now, (y/n) had been sitting, refusing to move an inch, while Morro went out to find a way out, since the one they had used to enter had collapsed shut behind them.

It was a surprise neither of the two were expecting. Just a few steps into the cave and something had snapped against Morro's ankle. The next second the entrance of the cave had tumbled down on them, Morro barely managing to dodge, meanwhile (y/n)... was a bit too slow.

The latter's foot had gotten hit by one of the falling rocks. (y/n) was no stranger to pain, and with just one glance at his leg, he knew he wasn't going to be able to move for a while.

Morro's face was a mixture of irritation and worry, which was an unusual combo to see on him, but it fit the situation perfectly. No matter how long he walked, dragging his fingers against the cave's stone walls, there was no sign of a way out.

(y/n), who had buried his head inside his hands, didn't even look at Morro as the boy returned to the entrance of the cave with a frustrated huff.

The Master of Wind sat down on the damp cave floor, glaring at the blocked off entrance while occasionally glancing at (y/n), though he could barely see anything at all in the dark cave.

"What are we waiting for?" Morro quietly grumbled, but (y/n) heard it perfectly well.

"Help." (y/n) gave a short answer, as Morro's glare sharpened.

"I don't need any help! No one will come here anyway."

"...You don't need help, but I do." (y/n)'s shame seeped through his own voice. Morro grumbled something under his breath, before walking over to (y/n), and squinting his eyes to see the wound on (y/n)'s leg.

And it wasn't pretty at all. Morro tried not to react, because that would only make (y/n) feel worse.

Morro grumbled and jumped up. He wandered around, inspected the fallen rocks, followed along the walls and dug through their own things all over again.

(y/n) had no choice but to wait. Morro, however, was not pleased with the idea at all. As he rummaged through their belongings, his hand brushed against a small box of matches. A sense of relief washed over Morro at the thought of having some light, but his hope was short-lived; there were only three matches left, hardly enough to make a difference.But still he took one out of the box, and tried his best to lit it even if the damp air was making it difficult.

When Morro finally managed to spark a tiny flame, (y/n) looked up. The tiny flickered in Morro's hand, casting eerie shapes onto the walls and ground. The brief glow illuminated the faces of both (y/n) and Morro, revealing a strangely confident look on Morro's face.

"We will get out of here," Morro declared. He dropped the match before the flame could reach his fingers, leaving it to burn out on the damp ground.

Igniting another match, Morro approached the blocked entrance and began to remove the rocks one by one.

"Morro, that's going to take forever-" (y/n) started, but Morro interrupted him with a yell.

"Shut up! I'm getting us both out of here!" Morro's voice silenced (y/n) effectively, as always. 

Morro's was either foolish or determined, but neither of the boys nkew which. He threw the smaller stones away and rolled the bigger ones away while occasionally using his powers as a boost.

He went at it even as his hands got covered in scratches and cuts, eventually leading to his hands getting dyed in a coat of bright red blood.

(y/n) watched him until the light from the second match burned out, and the two were plunged in darkness once again. After a while, (y/n) spoke up.

"I'm sorry... I want to help, but..."

Morro paused, but didn't even glance at (y/n). "I don't need your help anyway," he said, his tone cold and focused. "So cry about something else instead."

(y/n) nodded, and let out a tiny "Mm," as a sign of acknowledgement.

Morro meanwhile continued to remove rocks, gritting his teeth and scowling all the while. He only stopped once to light the last match. But the flame burned out just fast as the other ones, and Morro was left to dig through the rocks in complete darkness.

(y/n) and Morro both stayed silent, not sharing a word even as hours passed. (y/n) wanted to call out to Morro, tell him to just give up, but he knew Morro's ego would never allow that.

That's when a sudden ray of light shone onto (y/n)'s face, and the boy was forced to cover one of his eyes so he could see something.

While his eyes adjusted to the brightness, Morro let out a laugh.

"Ahahaha! There's a gap," Morro cackled, his voice filled with renewed vigor. "Finally!"

(y/n) felt a wave of relief hit him, as a long lost smile finally returned to his face. "You..." he couldn't even muster out a single sentence, but his expression told Morro all he needed to know.

Morro moved further away from the rocks, before starting to gather wind into his hands from the small gap between the rocks. Morro glanced at (y/n), who understood what Morro was planning even without hearing it from the boys mouth.

(y/n) covered his face and waited, as Morro blasted the remaining rocks away from the cave entrance, and finally the cave was once again lit up by sunlight.

Morro turned to (y/n), his face a mixture of exhaustion and determination, as (y/n) removed his hands away from his face and smiled.

The (h/c) haired boy tried to stand up, but couldn't even do that with his legs current condition. Without hesitation Morro offered a hand, which (y/n) took before Morro pulled the boy up.

Morro helped (y/n) all the way out into the bright sunlight to clean their wounds and continue travelling. Their next stop? The explorers club. Their mission? Beating up every single one of the members.

Unlike usually, this time (y/n) wasn't against the idea of a bit of violence.