Ninjago stories

Jay and the Administration

Kai barely had time to finish his sentence before Mia was already out the door, her determination igniting like a spark to dry wood. "Mia, wait!" he called after her, but she was already in the air, her wind powers propelling her forward at an incredible speed. The urgency in her heart drove her faster than she had ever flown before.

As she soared through the sky, Mia's mind raced. Jay, working for the administration? The very thought made her blood boil. The administration was the enemy—the ones who had caused so much pain, who had taken everything from her. The idea of Jay being one of them, even unknowingly, was unbearable. She clenched her fists, the wind whipping around her as her anger fueled her flight.

"No way," she muttered to herself, her voice barely audible over the rushing air. "No way he's with them. I'll get his memory back. I'll make him remember who he is."

The landscape blurred beneath her, but Mia didn't care about the distance or the obstacles in her path. All that mattered was getting to Jay, saving him from the grip of the enemy, and restoring what they had lost. The memory of her brother—the real Jay—was vivid in her mind. She could almost hear his laugh, see his smile, feel the comfort of his presence. That was the Jay she needed to find.

After what felt like an eternity, Mia finally spotted the administration's building looming in the distance. It was a cold, imposing structure, its walls as unforgiving as the people who worked inside. But Mia didn’t falter. She landed at the entrance, her feet barely touching the ground before she was sprinting toward the doors.

She stormed inside, ignoring the startled looks of the employees and the guards. They were unimportant, just obstacles in her way. Her focus was singular: find Jay, and nothing would stop her from reaching him.

"Mia, what are you doing here?" a guard shouted, recognizing her. But Mia didn’t even pause. She thrust her hand forward, a gust of wind sending the guard tumbling backward, clearing her path.

She navigated the corridors with purpose, her intuition guiding her as much as the fury driving her forward. Finally, she reached a room marked "Administration Office- Relocation Manager." Without hesitation, she kicked the door open, the force of her entrance sending papers flying.

Inside, Jay was sitting at a desk, looking up in surprise at the sudden intrusion. His face was familiar, yet there was something different in his eyes—something distant and unfamiliar.

"Jay!" Mia shouted, her voice cracking with emotion. She took a step forward, her eyes locking onto his. "It’s me, Mia!"

Jay blinked, confusion clouding his expression. "I… I’m sorry, who are you?" His voice was calm, polite, but it cut through Mia like a knife.

Mia’s heart ached at the emptiness in his gaze. "No… no, no, no," she whispered, shaking her head. "You’re Jay, my brother! You have to remember!"

Jay frowned, his brow furrowing as he tried to place her. "I work here… I don’t have any siblings," he said slowly, as if trying to convince himself.

Mia’s eyes filled with tears, but she quickly wiped them away. She couldn’t lose him again. Not now. Not like this. "Jay, listen to me," she pleaded, stepping closer. "You’re my brother. We’ve been through everything together. You can’t forget that! They took your memories, but I know you’re still in there."

Jay looked down at the desk, his hands trembling slightly. "I don’t remember…" he murmured, almost to himself. "But… why does it feel like I should?"

Mia took another step forward, her voice softening. "Because you do know me, Jay. Deep down, you know who you are. They might have taken your memories, but they can’t take away who you really are."