Transgender Jay : A Ninjago Story

48 - News

The postman greeted Jay quite enthusiastically, instead of the usual contempt and frustration he exhibited when delivering to the Ninja.

"I'm so glad that you're here! This letter is very important!" he exclaimed, handing him the carefully enveloped message with a smile.

Jay nodded.

"Yeah, I figured. Thank you, uhm... would you like to stay for a drink or something?" He replied, gesturing towards the inside.

The rain had finally stopped, but the deck was still wet, and the gross feeling of recent bad weather still lingered in the air.

The postman shook his head.

"It's good of you to ask, but I still have several more deliveries to get done today. Well, so long."

He was so chipper and enthusiastic. Jay didn't know how he did it. He waved and made his way off the boat, though turned back to say one last thing.

"Ignore the media, alright? They're just a bunch of attention seekers."

"Aha, yeah, I will." Jay sighed, watching the man get back on his bike and ride back towards the city.

Jay clutched the letter between his hands, so tightly that the envelope began to rip in places. He... didn't want to open it.

But he knew he had to.

Without another word, he walked back inside, the few others who had also gone out onto the deck closely following.

"... Jay? Are you gonna open it?" Lloyd asked.

No response.

He sat down at the table, staring at the paper, trying to convince himself that it was anything else. Anything at all.

There were a few differences, compared to the last time.

It was carefully put into an envelope, a pretty fancy looking one at that. Small gold accents blessed the corners, giving a façade of cheer about the message. The wax seal was deep blue instead of red, with some sort of crest pressed into it.

He guessed that more care was taken, simply because, well, they weren't on the run from the law this time. Being fugitives wouldn't have helped in the slightest.

It was addressed to him in careful handwriting, his name embodied in swirling letters... his real name.

'Jay Gordon'

Lloyd couldn't help himself, and read the front over Jay's shoulder.

"... Jay... Gordon? Wh... that's not your last name?"

Jay still said nothing, and with shaking hands, slid his finger under the flap, tearing it and breaking the wax seal that kept the important contents safe.

"Is this a mistake?" Lloyd questioned again. This time, Jay granted him with a reaction. A simple shake of the head.

"... no. It's correct."

He pulled the letter into the open air, unfolding it and reading it carefully.

The phrasing had completely changed as well. Most likely due to the situation he was currently in, alike the envelope.

'Mr. Jay Gordon,

I am sorry to inform you that your father has unfortunately passed away in his sleep last night.

It is clearly stated in his will, that his entire estate, all of his worldly possessions and all of his remaining wealth now belong to you. All money will be automatically transferred into your bank account.