Silver Soul | Ninjago x Reader

The Curse of the Golden Master

Your POV

With the mechanical help of Jay, Nya, you, and P.I.X.A.L, one of the jets discarded in the junkyard was functional and could fly for a while. Kai insisted that he flew the jet, but it was five against one. You, Nya, and the other boys knew all too well how his driving skills needed to be improved.

Zane was piloting the jet with P.I.X.A.L by his side. In the back area of the jet, where there were benches lined up against the walls, you sat with the three boys. Nya had left to go investigate the cockpit.

"Zaaaaaane. When are we there?" Jay yelled to the cockpit from his seat, slumping down the bench. His mood had dimmed ever since he and Cole began fighting. You and Kai were sitting in between Cole's seat and Jay, keeping them apart until they could focus on the mission.

"Be patient, Jay," Zane yelled back.

You were busy fidgeting with one of the many bruises along your side. It was sore enough that the permanently tied cloth wrapping around your waist and knotted at your front gave you pangs of pain.

"Can I see it?" Kai nudged your arm, noticing how much it bothered you. You really didn't know how he could simply ignore his own sore body. You lifted a slight bit of your gi top, mentally wincing for yourself. All along your hip to your bottom rib was shades of black, purple, and blue, mixing in a swirl of splotchy color.

Kai brushed his hand over your injured waist. You smacked his hand in a sharp motion. "That hurts. What's the point of touching it, anyway?"

"Maybe you'll build a resistance to it?" He shrugged. You gave him a I'm-so-done-with-you look. The eye contact lasted for a solid second before he moved to touch your wound again. You pushed him back at the same time, letting your gi fall back down.

Nya came back from the cockpit, then held out a small white band-aid for you. "Here, Y/n."

"Oh, thanks." You put it on your temple, where the cut on your head stretched from the corner of your left eyebrow. Yes, you still always thought it was unfair how your powers didn't work on yourself.

"We are here!" Zane announced. The momentary light shaking of the jet indicated that it had indeed touched down onto the streets of New Ninjago City.

You opened the door to exit the jet. Once you exited, the first thing you noticed was how dark and gloomy the city was. Compared to the technology, bright lights, and busy atmosphere from last time, now was a dull contrast. The sun that was rising was the only thing that gave a warm tone to the empty streets.

"What happened?" Kai said aloud, voicing your thoughts.

"No power, that's what happened," Cole replied.

"Are we too late?" Zane wondered.

In the middle of the street in which you five were approaching, there was a barricade of stacked cars and various street objects. You were all too busy examining the abandoned buildings to notice the tripwire in front of your path. Kai's leg pressed on it, causing an alert to ring through the air.

A few of the cars and scrap metal tumbled down from the pile. People emerged from behind the mound, holding all sorts of makeship weapons and clambering about. "Outsiders must answer to the postman!"

You tilted your head to the right side of the mound. The postman, spoke slowly, his tone over-dramatic. "Return... to... sender!"

The civilians cheered and shouted, waving their props. You gaped at them in disbelief, all the while finding it amusing. Kai shrugged to the other ninjas' questioning looks.

"Ah, you finally made it." Cyrus Borg rose up from the hill of cars, manoeuvring his wheelchair on a sheet of metal that was laid on top of the whole thing. He rolled down to stop in front of the ninja. "Don't mind the savages. Since power went out, everyone here has grown a bit bored. Their imagination knows no bounds."