Ouroboros (Ninjago x Male Reader)

25. Cold

"How much longer does Ghoultar have to walk?" Ghoultar let out, sounding tired.

(y/n) didn't seem to care about the complaining though, but he did mind the ghost's choice of words. "You aren't even walking, you're floating."

Ghoultar paused, then shrugged. "Huh. Right. How much longer does Ghoultar have to float?" (y/n) sighed, but hearing the most quiet grunt of dissatisfaction, he looked down.

(y/n) was sitting on the head of the mech they had stolen from Nya's hideout, while Morro sat in the pilot's seat.

He had of course wanted (y/n) to sit there with him, but (y/n) had just said there wasn't enough room for two, and: "I'm not afraid of falling. You wouldn't let me even if I tried." And Morro had agreed.

 the three ghosts were floating right by the mech, Bansha kept her eyes open, and her face stopped in an expression that could scare the shit out of anyone. Though that was probably because half her face was see through and all fleshy. (y/n) didn't like her very much.

Soul Archer was okay. When he laughed, his face wouldn't move, and because he covered his mouth with a bandana, it looked even more like a statue of a ghost that was laughing like a maniac.

Oh, yeah, Soul Archer laughed more than he wanted to admit. He found a lot of things funny. Though he and (y/n) didn't exactly share a sense of humor, they both liked to laugh and mock the ninja. 

Ghoultar meanwhile... he was (y/n)'s favorite. (y/n) didn't care if the ghost didn't use his brain- nah, scratch that. (y/n) didn't care that the ghost didn't have any brains to use at all. (y/n) thought his idiocy was entertaining.

(y/n) bent over and glanced at Morro's face. The ghost possessing Lloyd's body again was more than dissatisfied, avoiding looking back at (y/n).

Jealous much? (y/n) felt like saying, but he understood that it might just annoy Morro even more.

(y/n)'s hair was swept out of place as a sudden gust of wind blew their way, but it wasn't Morro's doing.

It was the strong winds of the wailings alps, that reached them even all the way down to the foot of the mountain, where they had just arrived.

"Morro, stop." (y/n) said, and instantly the mech stopped. (y/n) jumped off, before turning to look up at Morro.

"This is my stop." (y/n) stated, but as Morro opened his mouth to answer, Ghoultar floated down and spoke over him.

"(y/n) isn't coming with us? Why not?" Ghoultar's sad tone reminded (y/n) of a sad dog, meanwhile to Morro the ghost reminded him more of an annoying nuisance.

"I'll freeze up there." (y/n) left no room for argument, so Ghoultar just sighed sadly and left (y/n) alone.

(y/n) turned his attention back to Morro and gave him the smile he only ever showed the Master of Wind.

"I'll be waiting right here." The two stared into each other eyes, before Morro called out to the other three ghosts.

"Let's get going!" (y/n) watched as Morro's and the mech's figures slowly grew smaller and smaller, until they were completely out of sight. Only then did (y/n)'s lips curve downwards, and he dropped into a cross legged sitting position on the ground.

I miss him already... Why didn't I go with him? I can handle a little cold! (y/n) huffed to himself, staring angrily at the ground.

Well, it's not that big of a deal. He'll be back in a flash!

...And in that 'flash,' two hours had passed, or so it felt like to (y/n) at least, and no sign of Morro or any other ghost.

(y/n) was growing impatient, glancing up at the sky every now and then. He couldn't see to the top of the Wailing Alps, but he could hear the eerie wailing every now and then.

(y/n) was also starting to feel the change a change in his body. Usually it came overnight, but his sleeping schedule had gotten messed up from the moment Morro came back. (y/n) didn't complain though, sleep was not even as important as a grain of sand compared to Morro.

His fingertips had already lost all sense of touch, and not because of the cold. But (y/n) figured he would be fine as long as he didn't lose his hearing or sight. He hadn't mentioned anything of the heaven's door tea ever since he had shrugged the subject off the first time.

And now he couldn't find a good time to bring it up again. Maybe he'd just awkwardly reveal it when his body could no longer function normally.

(y/n) wasn't sure why, but he felt like the wailing was getting louder and more humane sounding by the moment. And at the same time, the clouds got darker, casting a shadow onto (y/n). A weird, boat shaped shadow, that kept growing, almost as if it was coming closer.

(y/n)'s body suddenly jolted, alarming him of what was to come and making him stand up. And when he finally looked close enough, he saw a boat falling down from the mountain, right towards him.

He quickly ducked to the side as the boat crashed into the ground, picking up a large could of dust as it smashed into pieces.

(y/n) coughed and waved the could away before peering at the broken boat, only to find Morro sitting among the rubble. He looked fine, he hadn't been hurt by the fall. He must have used his powers to shield himself or something.

But on the other hand, his expression was a glare deep as death. He was pissed, and he did not have the Sword of Sanctuary on him either. He had failed. But (y/n) knew Morro didn't like that word, so he kept it hidden inside his own head.

(y/n) didn't know what he should do, so he just carefully sat himself down next to Morro.

"Where are Bansha and the others?" (y/n) asked as Morro huffed.

"Still on the mountain."

"Are we going to wait for them?" (y/n) asked again.

"No, we'll go back to Stiix first, they'll catch up." Morro answered monotonously, clenching his fist and jumping up, before kicking one of the broken pieces of wood to the side angrily.

Morro hated being on the losing side, so of course he was mad. Only a few days ago he had had the upper hand. Now he was the one having to taste failure. And it tasted like shit.

(y/n) acted fast, and pretended to stumble when he stood up. Well, more like half pretended. He couldn't feel much of his feet either way. Morro of course immediately noticed, and before he could ask, (y/n) came up with his story.

"I stepped on it wrong while waiting. I don't think I'll be able to walk back by myself." (y/n) hoped Morro was too angry to think, and he'd completely forget (y/n) had been walking around fine just a moment ago.

And so that Morro couldn't ask any details, (y/n) stumbled into the Master of Wind, faking a hiss of pain and staring pleadingly into Morro's eyes.

Morro's face hadn't changed at all on the outside, but the aura around him had completely changed. (y/n) knew Morro took pleasure in a multitude of things, one of them being able to show off his strengths, especially in front of (y/n). Just like the old days.

"Tch," Morro pretended to sound indifferent, even though he had relaxed almost instantly.

This time Morro didn't give (y/n) time to say anything, and instead lifted him up and started carrying him like a groom would carry their bride.

(y/n) leaned into Morro and smiled. He knew he was the only one who could make Morro act like this, and he took great pride in his accomplishment.