The Loss of Lightning

Restlessness, a curse that has befallen over me every time on this particular day ever since that incident. The hands of the clock that hung in the room I shared with my brothers pointed exactly to 12.00 midnight. It was time. Getting up from my bed making sure that my brothers don't hear me, I shuffle quietly across the room into the moonlit halls of the docked bounty. The floorboards underneath my feet creak softly with every step I take. A cold, chilly draft passes by, giving me goosebumps all over my bare arms. I shiver and rub them.

I can still hear him taunting me, giving me his signature smirk, laughing at me every time I manage to mess something up. In fact, I can still remember that annoyed look he had on his face every time I hit on his sister, Nya. He was seriously one really over inflated, egoistic, act-before-thinking, hot head that had a serious case of being too overprotective. But despite all that, I miss him.

Fighting back the tears because manly men don't cry, I grab my cobalt blue raincoat that was hanging behind the front door. I slip the raincoat over my shoulders, flip my hood on over my head and soundlessly leave the bounty. A strong gust of wind almost blows me off my feet as soon as I open the door. I look up at the now moonless sky. Looks like a storm would hit soon. Great just great. The world must really hate me. I wonder, is he sad or angry right now? After what I've done, probably both. I would be too if I were in his shoes.

The rain started to pour as soon as I step out of the bounty. The dark, ghastly sky is illuminated by lighting as it flashes and the thunder cracks so loudly I swear every bone in my body vibrates each time it rumbles in the sky. With my head down and hands in my pockets, I slowly trudge my way down the sidewalk of this ghost town in my already-soggy sneakers. Sigh, I wonder what the others would probably think to find me missing so early in the morning? Worried perhaps?

After a while of aimlessly walking around, I stop and look up to see where my feet had taken me letting the rain cascade swiftly down the blue hood of my raincoat. My eyes skim across the words imprinted on the sign hung by a large, intimidating black gate. Ninjago Cemetery.... Just where I wanted to go. Thank you feet. My hands finger the small object in my pocket checking if it was still there. It was, and thankfully, it was still dry. With a deep breath, I stepped foot into the cemetery and walked on. Not far now.

There were many graves. Some old and rotten, some still new and fresh. But they weren't the ones I was interested in. My blue eyes fall on one particular gravestone under a willow tree. My heart stings with pain as I stare at it remembering him. Falling onto my knees onto the damp soil, I trace the words engraved on the

                                                                                      Kai Asakura

                                                                                      1996-2012

'Will be missed by loved ones, forever and always. May he rest in eternal peace.'

Fighting back the tears, I reach out into my pocket and pull out a metallic object. It was a flame-shaped charm he attached onto his sword for good luck. I lose the fight as my eyes start brimming with tears when I bury the charm by his grave.

'Happy birthday Kai...'

I close my eyes and let the tears stream down my face. It's been a year and I still haven't gotten over his death. I don't think I ever will, I mean, he sacrificed his life to save mine. I can still hear his last, dying words in my ear...

'Jay... I'm sorry we fought... I was being stupid... You're my brother, and nothing in this damn world can change that... T-Take care of Nya for me... Make sure she's safe and happy, alright...? You're all she has left... Thanks for everything... Bye Jay...,' Kai muttered softly before closing his eyes forever.

Closing my eyes, I rise to my feet but I don't move. I stand there for a bit longer, savoring all the good times I had with him. I really messed up. I lost my friend who was practically my brother... There were no amount of words to explain how sorry I am for taking everything away from him.

'If only I had a chance to say thank you... If only I told him how grateful I was to be his friend, his brother... If only I could have said goodbye, I would be so happy now,'  I muttered to myself as tears started streaming down my face.