“I don’t want anyone to talk about them,” he heard himself say. “About Liana, or Eagle Talon, or— or Black Blood. I don’t ever want to hear those names again.” “Cole.” An icy hand gripped his shoulder. “You don’t mean that.” “Maybe not later. For now—for a long time—I do mean it.” He took a deep breath and shuddered. “I don’t want to think about them. I just want to keep going. To get back to work, to training—anything that’ll keep my mind off all this. So I can get over it.” “I sense this is not the healthiest way to deal with these issues. No one just ‘gets over’ death.” “Really?” Sardonically he smiled at Zane. “And what’re you gonna do if I don’t talk about my ‘issues’? Make me see a counselor? Therapy?” “I do not know.” Zane wasn’t smiling. He released Cole’s shoulder. “All I know is that I—all of us—want to be there for you. Please do not shut us out.” Cole averted his eyes. “Believe it or not, I can sympathize with you.” Sighing, Zane turned back to the water. “The hospital just called. My uncle does not have much time left.” Aghast, Cole stared dumbly at him. “You— you mean he’s…?” Zane nodded. “Dude. I’m— I’m so sorry…” “It’s all right. We saved him from a lonely end. I got to meet him. We freed the villagers, and the police is out helping all those hurt by the Moon Tribe. And I believe my uncle when he claims he is happy and content.” Zane’s fingers twirled adeptly in the air, producing small snowflakes. One landed on Cole’s knee, and he watched it melt. “I am sad I did not get more time with him, but I am glad he is happy, and that he will soon be keeping my father company. He must have missed his brother very much.” Zane cast a sidelong glance at Cole. “I do not know truly how you are feeling right now. I have lost my father and am now losing an uncle, but I cannot imagine the pain of losing a brother, a sister, and… someone as close as she was.” Cole felt thankful Zane hadn’t used Liana’s name. “And yet,” he continued gently. “I wish you would come back. Please grieve, but also please remember that you have a family who loves you and friends who want to be there for you.” Lightly he added, “I had to learn that lesson a while ago, when we were still getting to know one another better.” Throat constricting, Cole stared into the stream. He nodded. He felt Zane’s hand on his shoulder again. “I am going to see my uncle now. In truth, I do not want to be alone when… he departs. Will you come with me?” Cole looked at him again and felt his heart warm. In that moment, Zane had lost the air of a wise mentor and once more became the awkward, sweet-natured friend who didn’t always know what to do. He wore an uncertain smile, and Cole wondered what confusing emotions he’d had to sort through lately. “Sure.” He nodded. “Sure thing, lug nut.”
Dr. Tyler Julien died that night. Cole was there at the hospital to comfort Zane, with the help of Pixal. Zane seemed sad, but it was a distant sort of sad, in which one spends more time wondering what opportunities for cherished memories had been lost. Another funeral soon took place, this time in the Ninjago City cemetery. Dr. Tyler’s plans, notes, and blueprints were selected and given to Cyrus Borg for research and preservation. The scraps of the “war-cycles” driven by the Moon Tribe warriors were taken from the abandoned battlefield and re-built and upgraded into motorcycles for the police force. Some parts, mostly concerning the advanced weaponry, went to Cyrus Borg as well, in the case he would create new vehicles for the ninja team. As their uniforms were all fairly wrecked and ruined, Cyrus Borg volunteered to create new ones for the ninja. Upon introduction he proudly called them “fusion suits”, though no one really knew why, nor did they care. They were just glad to have suits that didn’t have cat hair sticking everywhere—Lloyd especially was glad. Though they healed, burn scars remained on Kai’s hands. Everyone eventually remembered that he’d spent the best of a month being stuck in a different realm and asked him questions of what happened. They’d expected him to boast of his adventure proudly, so everyone was surprised when he’d abruptly turn quiet and grim. It seemed to take him a while to gather enough of himself to go over—in halting detail—the world and people he’d been stuck in and how’d he’d gotten involved in a country’s rebellion. They congratulated him, yet he remained quiet and reluctant about the subject. Skylor spoke even less of her own experiences—to the ninja, anyway. For the next few days Kai would be caught having long, quiet conversations with Skylor over the phone. At first he was teased about it. Then one evening Nya overheard a piece of one of their conversations and realized both Kai and Skylor were having nightmares and trying to comfort one another. The teasing stopped once word spread. A short, narrow scar remained on the palm of Jay’s hand, from the clearstone blade that’d impaled it. He’d rub it sometimes as if it were sore but claimed that it felt fine. Soon after Dr. Tyler’s funeral he was gone for an afternoon to visit Cliff Gordon’s mansion. When he returned he seemed quiet—but it was a peaceful sort of quiet. Nya’s emotional shell only seemed to harden, slowly but surely. She became more gruff and carried herself almost haughtily, as if attempting to prove to everyone around her that she was still strong. That didn’t stop her from instinctively flinching from the sight of the occasional stray cat—but then, everyone flinched at the sight of a cat now.
Lloyd tried to be there for his friends, but of course he had his own issues to sort out. He spent more time having long conversations with his mother and his uncle. Wu claimed it was time to really begin Lloyd’s training to become “master”. Lloyd took on his training solemnly, as if he could already see the future students who would defer to him as their sensei. This also resulted in plenty of good-natured teasing from his friends. All the while he never mentioned Dragon Leaf or any other members of the Moon Tribe. Pale scars remained forevermore around Cole’s throat and collarbone, as well as one thin horizontal scratch on his right cheek. Naturally the physical scars were not the worst ones. He spent more time in the day dedicated to training and meditating. When he wasn’t working he seemed to treat himself with solitary confinement, coming out only to eat or when he was urged to leave his room. His friends attempted to gently draw him back into their world of lame jokes and video games, but their efforts were met with either blank stares or unintelligible grunts. Soon after their return home, Kai mentioned the possibility of integrating the new power of mind-bending into their regular training, to use against any future villains. No one agreed. “It’s just too— too invasive, Kai,” Nya had tried to explain. “It’s a really horrible way of manipulating your enemies. I don’t ever want to have to use mind-bending again.”
* * *
One day Jay walked into the lounge to find everyone together. Kai, Lloyd and Zane were playing a video game (Zane, naturally, was winning). Nya lay sprawled out on the couch behind them, watching with disinterest. Separated from them all was Cole; he was sitting in a corner of the room on a pillow, seemingly absorbed in a comic book. Surveying the scene, Jay said, “You guys know what we need?” Lloyd cast a wry look over his shoulder. “Therapy?” “I thought we were supposed to save that for our mid-life crisis,” Kai grunted. “Not what I was gonna say, but good guess.” Jay planted his hands on his hips and announced, “I think we all need to go out and do something fun together! Like, uhhh…” He thought about it for a moment. “Like going out to eat! Yeah, let’s go to Mister Chen’s! My treat!” “You’re broke,” Nya said. “Everyone’s treat!” he said. Kai and Lloyd grunted discontentedly when their avatars exploded on the TV screen. Looking pleased with himself, Zane stood up. “I think that is an excellent idea.” “Sure, I guess.” Nya shrugged. Suspiciously eager quite suddenly, Kai got up and started to the door. “Yeah, let’s go.” Lloyd grinned mildly, then glanced at the corner where Cole sat. “You coming, Cole?” There was an uneasy lag; everyone seemed to wait for his answer, looking uncertain. Cole himself slowly drew his gaze away from his comic book and looked at them all. His eyebrows were drawn together in a vague frown, as if he hadn’t heard what Lloyd had said.
Zane was about to repeat his proposition when Cole grunted, “Spicy noodles?” “Noodles galore,” Jay said, encouraged. “And hey, maybe we can get some dessert, too!” Cole stared from one face to another. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes, making the scar on his cheek stand out like a white streak. With his hair hanging shaggily over his eyes, he looked somewhat like a ghost that’d just drifted from the grave. He didn’t move, and everyone began to think he would refuse. Then a small, dry smile appeared. “Sure. Why not?”
* * *
The obnoxious jingle echoed cheerfully in the restaurant, adding just another layer of noise to the commotion of chatting customers and food sizzling from the kitchen. People looked relaxed and happy as they ate their greasy noodles and spring rolls. They took little notice of the teenagers bunched up together in one of the booths by the window. The table was nearly overflowing with dishes, glasses, napkins, and chopsticks. Zane, eating neatly in one corner of the booth, flashed Jay a dirty look when a flying straw container hit him in between the eyes. Jay took the liberty of unwrapping one end of Nya’s straw container and aiming at Lloyd’s face, but he was met with a murderous glare. “Try me,” Lloyd said. “Is that a request?” Nya yanked her straw out of Jay’s hand. “Airhead.” Smirking, she unwrapped the rest of the container and promptly used the straw to blow into his ear. “Refill.” “Ack!” He rubbed his ear with his shoulder hastily. “You guys are acting like kids,” Kai grunted. “What’re you, our dad?” Jay taunted. “It makes me feel young, deal with it!” Lloyd cast them both an amused look. “We are young. We’re still teenagers.” “Are we?” Cole took a long swig of juice. “It feels like it’s been ten years since Master Wu recruited us.” A brief silence followed. The words themselves sounded teasing enough, but no one could think of an appropriate response. Zane let his gaze rove out the window. Nya heaved a sigh and rested her head on Jay’s shoulder. Jay was already engrossed in making a straw-paper worm. Lloyd tried to meet Kai’s eye, but his friend’s attention was caught by something else. Cole sat staring at his glass of juice. He only looked up when a voice said, “Fortune cookies, anyone?” Skylor stood at the end of the table holding up a tray. She was dressed in a yellow gi with a faded apron thrown over. She looked ever the same, the only evidence of her trauma being dark circles under her eyes. “Oh! Y— yeah, sure!” Kai sat up, as if trying to look taller. “Wanna join us?” Casting a quick glance at the kitchen, she responded with a smile. “Of course.” Kai and Lloyd moved dishes back to make room for the tray. Skylor scooted into the booth until she was sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with a grinning Kai.
Lloyd was starting to pass the fortune cookies along to everyone when Jay said absentmindedly, “Hey, you guys remember those fortune cookies we got last time we were here? Mine kinda came true.” All eyes turned to him. Nya raised her head from his shoulder. “How so?” He didn’t seem to notice the strange attention he was getting. He was absorbed in scrunching up his paper worm. “Mine said something like, ‘a dream you have will come true’. When I was—” He faltered, if only for a moment. “In the Dark Sleep, one of the nightmares I got was… well, skipping the real bad parts, I hurt my hand at one point.” Everyone waited. “And then, when we were fighting the—” His eyes darted to Cole. “The you-know-who, that’s when my hand was stabbed. Funny, right?” No one laughed. A strange chill seemed to sweep over the group. Everyone was giving one another odd looks. “I… kinda remembered my fortune cookie when I was stuck in the tower with Lord Hälogen,” Kai muttered, frowning. “I mean— it was weird, but it kind of gave me the idea to use my powers to trash everything and get out of there.” Skylor stared vaguely at the tray sitting before her. “Mine… sort of… encouraged me to help that little girl who was stuck in the dungeon with me.” Zane was staring at everyone incredulously. “There is… no evidence that supports the idea of fortune cookies actually predicting the future. But even so… st— statistically, there is no way all of our fortunes could come true during these recent events related to one another. Did— did anyone else have their fortunes come true…?” No one answered. Lloyd and Nya wouldn’t look at anyone. Cole looked pained, as if the conversation were forcing him to relive a bad memory. Jay’s work on the paper worm slowed. Abruptly Skylor shoved the cookies back onto the tray and jumped from her seat. In two strides she slammed the tray into a trashcan. “Not today, destiny.” That got a chuckle out of everyone. The tension seemed to ease away and Lloyd murmured, “Just another day in Ninjago.” Skylor was sliding next to Kai when Jay announced, “I finished it!” Paper worm scrunched up and complete, he took his straw and let several drops of water drip onto his masterpiece. The shape convulsed as if alive, and Jay laughed lightly, “Look at it go! Go, wormy! Wiggle! Wigglewigglewiggle!” For some reason or another, Cole snorted, hard, and nearly spilled his juice on Zane. He gulped and bust into loud, heavy laughter. Everyone, including other customers, stared at him in astonishment. He nearly choked on his own spit and kept laughing uproariously. Zane looked unnerved. “Cole, are— are you all right?” Kai smiled faintly. “It’s not that funny, dude.” “Hey.” Jay looked insulted. “I know, I know, it’s not— it’s just…!” Heaving for breath, Cole leaned back and wiped his face. His eyes were brimming with tears.
Sniffing, he looked at everyone in the booth and smiled. It was a real smile. “I just like you idiots,” he said happily. “Thanks for being my friends.” Jay looked bemused but grinned. “My pleasure.” Something like understanding flickered in Lloyd’s eyes. He reached over Nya and Jay to slap Cole on the shoulder. “Hey. It’s gonna be OK.” “It’s gonna be OK,” Cole agreed. Everyone relaxed at last. Jay said something else and laughter burst once more from the table, this time from everyone. Skylor leaned contentedly into Kai while his arm curled around her shoulder. Zane’s grave expression vanished as he shared a joke Pixal had told him earlier. Snorting, Lloyd shoved a generous serving of noodles into his mouth. Nya was still laughing when she let her head rest back on Jay’s shoulder, and he delivered a quick kiss to her head. All the while Cole watched with that teary smile, looking happier than he had in what felt like a very long time. Quietly he repeated to himself, “It’s gonna be OK.”
* * *
The sky was dark overhead, through the buildings of the city lit up the night like frozen, neon fireworks. Cars roared up and down the streets, their drivers ever-busy, ever-moving. Few people were left on the street, relaxed as they walked this way and that about the sidewalk. None of them took notice of the little red fox sitting politely outside Mister Chen’s Noodle House. If any of them had, they might have veered away with caution, for the fox wore a keen expression beyond the ability of a dumb animal. Through the window a group of teenagers could be seen eating and laughing, for a little while beyond the fears and doubts of what their world had in store for them. Content with this, the fox got up and padded away. As her multiple tails trailed off into the shadows of an alleyway, an eery chant bounced off the walls.
The stars glittered coldly from the clear night sky, with but a few faint wisps of clouds stifling their light. A full moon glimmered through those clouds now, only just beginning its waning stage. A lone mountain stood out against this sky. Within the shelter of this mountainside stood a door. Beyond this door lay a small house built into the hill itself. Within this house was Matilda. It’d only been several days since her return to her own realm. It felt good to be back home, but it took work to forget the other place she’d left behind. Bad memories were easier to forget when there weren’t good memories mixed in with them. That night she was sitting comfortably before a roaring fireplace. She sat upon a small couch, surrounded by books with a blanket thrown across her lap. It was there she decided to go through her small bag that acted as her regular purse, to clean it out. She made it a habit to organize her bag after long adventures, and by now her hands had almost completely healed from their dark burns and sore blisters. First were the empty potion bottles. Making a mental note to refill them, she stacked them neatly on a side table. Next were some exotic herbs, a gracious gift from Sky Pelt. She would experiment with them later, and perhaps create a new potion. Along with those she found her quill pen and notebook, followed by other small knickknacks she took along on her quests. Sorting these things out in her lap, a small object she didn’t recognize glinted in the firelight. Hesitating, making sure she wasn’t seeing things, she took it and held it up to her eye. With a jolt she finally recognized it—some object for amusement she’d had a long time ago, one she’d given as a gift to someone else in more recent years. It was an object of many dark, iron rings connected together to make a single ring, with a pattern engraved in each piece. When lined up together the image of a little dragon showed up on the ring. Her heart jumped strangely, in a painful sort of way. She remembered giving that thing to Cole, a long time ago. What’s it doing here? For a while she stared at it wonderingly. Then she quietly said to herself, “Ah, kid… You may try to forget about this story, but I shan’t ever forget you.”
* * *
“This ends now, Samukai.” Jay frowned at the plastic replica of Samukai’s head in his hand. “Nope. Pretending this is the actual Samukai doesn’t make cleaning the museum any more interesting.” His voice rose in exasperation. “This is so lame! We’re ninja, not janitors!”
“Come on, Jay.” Lloyd entreated his friend while the others worked around them. Dust was being swept away, rubble collected and tossed into the trash, and broken replicas were being searched and gathered for repair or for storage. They’d spent several hours now, working to clean up the Ninjago Museum of History. The ninja had all underestimated the amount of damage done during the Day of Departed debacle, and now they were paying the price for it. Lloyd pointed out that if it weren’t for the events of Day of the Departed: “…this place would still be in one piece,” he finished, using that wise-sensei tone of voice. “Yeah, and whose fault is, that, Cole?” Jay whipped around to glare at his friend standing in the corner, handling a painting of Sensei Yang. Cole rolled his eyes. “OK. How many more times do I have to say ‘I’m sorry’ for accidentally unleashing the ghostly forces of evil that attacked Ninjago?” He tossed the painting into a wheelbarrow and grabbed the handles. “How high can you count?” Jay muttered. Without warning, heat surged down Cole’s arms. A familiar glow shone through the sleeves of his uniform; an unearthly, orange light. He could barely make out the jagged pattern etched down his arms beneath the sleeves. Startled, he released the handles and the wheelbarrow toppled over, spilling its contents on the floor with a loud crash. Jay jumped. Cole held up his hands and stared at them. Still they glowed, and he could feel a familiar surge of energy pulsing from his flesh. This wasn’t the first time his strange ability had made a random comeback. The last time had been when he’d served tea to Master Wu. The power surge had caused him to crush the teapot between his hands and spill hot tea everywhere. The time before that, however, when he’d deliberately summoned this power… You’re like me! You’re just like me. I’m nothing like you. He shuddered. “Uh, speaking of which…” Jay’s voice chased away the memories. Cole felt glad for the interruption. “You’re still not used to having your old, non-ghost hands back?” It’s OK. I’m OK. Repeating the words to himself, Cole bent down to grab the fallen items. “I’m working on it.” Shrugging, Jay hefted a large crate of junk and headed out the door. Cole followed, pushing the now-upright wheelbarrow into the adjoining room, where the rest of their friends were working. Yet the appearance of his new power brought his mind back to things—some things he wanted to forget, others he would treasure forever. Pushing the wheelbarrow, he heaved a long sigh. His eyes roved back over his arms, but the glow had vanished already. Somehow, a little smile found its way onto his face. I’ll figure you out one day. I’ll learn how to use this power. And every time I use it, I’ll remember Eagle Talon, and Liana, and everyone else. And maybe one day, it won’t hurt to remember anymore.
Whatever happened next, Cole would be ready. Whatever destiny gave and took away from him next, he would bear it with all the strength he had. He would do it for his friends, his family, and for Ninjago itself—because that is what ninja do. In the end, that is all anyone can do.
* * *
“We were tight knit boys
Brothers in more than name
You would kill for me
And knew that I'd do the same
And it cut me sharp
Hearing you'd gone away
But everything goes away
Yeah everything goes away
But I'm going to be here until I'm nothing
But bones in the ground
And I was there, when you grew restless
Left in the dead of night
And I was there, when three months later
You were standing in the door all beat and tired
And I stepped aside
Everything goes away
Yeah everything goes away
But I'm gonna be here until I'm nothing
But bones in the ground
So quiet down
We were opposites at birth
I was steady as a hammer
No one worried cause they knew just where I'd be
And they said you were the crooked kind
And that you'd never have no worth
But you were always gold to me
And back when we were kids
We swore we knew the future
And our words would take us half way 'round the world
But I never left this town
And you never saw New York
And we ain't ever cross the sea
But I am fine with where I am now
This home is home, and all that I need
But for you, this place is shame
But you can blame me when there's no one left to blame
“Today,” Sensei Wu announced as he stroked his long white beard with one hand. “We will practice a new battle tactic.” The ninja gathered eagerly in the little dojo that sat off to the side of the courtyard, rubbing their hands and flexing their muscles in preparation. The dojo didn’t have many weapons or devices to work with, seeing that the Destiny’s Bounty was a more popular place to train, but it was a wide, flat room equipped with gym mats, boxing dummies, armor, weapons, and a little more, making it an ideal place to practice battle strategies. The team was lined up in a row, standing respectfully in front of their sensei. Both Kai and Jay’s eyes sparkled at the prospect of learning new moves, and Lloyd, Zane, and Nya wore determined expressions. Cole, on the other hand, seemed out of sorts. Unlike his teammates, he didn’t look quite so excited, and kept staring at the ground and clenching his fists. Still, he tried to pay attention, hoping that this exercise would take his mind off things. “You have faced many threats, braved many enemy armies over the years.” Wu said as he leaned against his bamboo staff. Light hit his straw hat from the wide skylight and cast the old man’s eyes in afternoon shade, but his gaze was as vigorous and strong as ever. “The Skulkin, the Serpentine, the Stone Army, the nindroids,” As he talked, he paced slowly before the group, making sure he had everyone’s attention. “Chen’s Anacondrai cultists, and the ghosts of the Preeminent.” Jay opened his mouth to add something, then shut it. “Each of those armies had their own way of battling their foes. Each of their strategies were unique, and each army trained in their own style. For example, the Serpentine armies, when allied, fought to the strengths of their tribes, while the Stone Army fought with military precision, never changing their ancient, strict techniques. “Today we will learn the ways of the ancient Anacondrai warriors, like the soldiers we fought during the Serpentine Wars. They were a devilishly intelligent enemy, and they had countless way of defeating their prey. Now we will study one of their more diverse techniques.” With his staff, he gestured to his pupils. “Zane, Jay, you fight as the Anacondrai with me, and you do exactly as I tell you. Kai, Cole, Lloyd, and Nya, you fight as the human army. No elemental powers, only weapons. Gather at the other side of the room, and we shall begin.” Whilst Zane and Jay joined Wu and listened to him as he gave them instructions, the “human army” brandished their weapons eagerly at the other side of the room. “Finally we get to learn something new,” Said Kai as he slashed his katana through the air. “I was beginning to get bored with the old moves.” “I wonder what kind of technique this will be.” Nya unsheathed her katana from its scabbard. “Right now we outnumber them.” “Sensei is more than a match for all of us combined,” Lloyd said thoughtfully. “I guess he kind of counts as two people.” Sensei abruptly slammed the butt of his staff to the floor. “Begin!” With excited shouts the ninja and their sensei launched at each other. Kai immediately swung his sword wildly at Wu, who parried the blow with his staff and kicked his pupil to the ground. Without hesitation he swung around and fought to get behind Nya’s defense. Cole helped her by slashing his scythe at Wu’s feet, who gracefully leapt over the wide blade and promptly kicked Cole. Whilst the latter struggled to catch his breath and defend himself, Zane and Jay battled Kai and Lloyd, exchanging blows with their weapons. Kai ducked to dodge Zane’s flying shurikens, making him a target for Wu’s staff. He was knocked in the head and slightly dazed, and suddenly found himself frantically defending himself from his sensei’s frenzied strikes. Wu fought three of his pupils at the same time, never ceasing in his attacks. As Nya said, he was indeed more than a match for the ninja. As Cole fought, he was dimly aware of Lloyd battling the “Anacondrai”. Whilst the others fought in the middle of the room, Zane, Jay, and Lloyd were drawing further and further away as they battled. With a start Cole realized that Zane and Jay were deliberately cutting Lloyd off from the group. Lloyd realized it, too, and attempted to edge back to the others, but Zane cut him off with a vicious swipe of his shurikens. Lloyd fell back, at the same time parrying Jay’s nunchucks with his katana. The longer they fought, the further away Lloyd went. Finally Lloyd stumbled, and Zane took the chance and leveled the blades of his weapons at his friend’s neck, titling him defeated. Jay swung his nunchucks happily in his hands and called out. “We did it, Sensei!” “Enough!” Wu ordered, and Kai, Nya, and Cole fell back, all staggering and gasping for breath. Blinking through the sweat trickling down his face, Cole watched as Wu gave Jay and Zane an approving nod. Jay helped Lloyd to his feet, and they all faced their sensei. “What Zane and Jay just did was a sort of 'divide and conquer' technique.” Wu rasped. Though he had been the victor of the fight, it had still left him breathless and slightly wheezing. “They cut Lloyd off from his team and drew him away, making him much more vulnerable and easier to defeat. This is one of the ways the Anacondrai warriors would win battles; picking off soldiers one by one, and finishing them in isolated areas. I recall far too many great men who lost their fight by being lead away from the battlefield and into a bog or over a cliff.” Cole thought that that would be a nasty way to go, then his heart lurched. Was that how Philip was finished off? Did some Anacondrai cultist lure him away from his family and defeat him in an isolated alley? Was Philip alone when he passed?
@red bold, So this takes place after season 6? Loving it so far, and I still have so far to go!
Chapter 4: Lost Friend and Forgotten Family *Snip* “If anything happens to me,” Philip shouted over the roar of the waves. “Will you care for Liana?” “I will!” Cole shouted back. The voices reverberated hauntingly in head, and Cole took a shuddering breath. Philip was gone. . . But Liana remained. His blind sister was all alone, save for the relatives she lived with. Perhaps it was time for Cole to make good on his promise. He sighed softly, then turned from the cemetery and walked away. Cole had slipped away from Steep Wisdom after morning chores and exercises, switching from his ninja gi to a dark hoodie to blend in with the citizens. He had flown to the park on his elemental dragon, but now he simply walked down the bustling streets of Ninjago City, content to let his feet do the work. *snip*
@bold Ah yes, Cole, master of subtility.XD I, too, ride a dragon as part of my efforts to remain under the radar.
As Cole said, the battle between the two began after their usual routine, (along with a short break). Cole put away his scythe, Liana put away her nunchucks, and they both began to circle each other in the boxing area. By this time the gym was completely empty. A janitor putting away yoga mats called out. “Y’all turn off them lights when yer done, you hear?” “Gotcha, man.” Cole answered. Liana took his distraction as a chance to attack, and she sprung at him. She knocked him to the floor, but he pushed her off easily and got up, kicking at her as she leapt at him, and the fight commenced. The battle was long and hard. Cole and Liana sprang, kicked, punched, swiped, and sometimes just simply wrestled fiercely. Their muscles burned like fire, their parched throats pleaded for water, and both were utterly drenched in sweat. Drops of it dripped from Liana’s bangs, and Cole tasted his own hot, salty liquid in his mouth. Their hearts hammered relentlessly in their chests, threatening to explode in exhaustion. Yet still they fought. Liana tried every move, trick, and attack she could think of, from the sneakiest swipe to the most basic punch, but Cole still managed to evade her and fight back. The girl certainly gave him a run for his money, but after nearly an hour of relentless battling, it was he who had the upper hand. Nearly twenty minutes after the clock struck ten, Cole finally succeeded in grabbing his opponent and pinning her to the floor. She squirmed and struggled valiantly, but he knew that he had won. With an exhausted but triumphant grin, he gasped. “Winnah.” When Liana didn’t cease struggling under his grip, he rasped. “Face it, Liana. I know you too well. I know all the tricks you do, and there is just no way you can surprise—” His words were cut off when Liana suddenly flung her arms around his neck and kissed him flat on the mouth. Dumbstruck, he froze for a split second before reeling back, wiping his mouth and sputtering. “What the heck—?!” BAM! With a devious grin, Liana punched him in the jaw. Cole staggered, and now it was she who wrestled him to the floor. With one knee on his chest and her hands pinning down his arms, she leaned close to his face and smiled innocently. “Surprise.” Cole glared into her milky-gray, unseeing eyes. “Get off me.” She rolled off his chest, and he forced himself into a sitting position, gasping for breath and wiping the sweat out of his face. “What’d you do that for?!” He demanded, heart racing. From the heat from his cheeks he realized he was blushing furiously. She cocked her head. “You said to surprise you with a move you weren’t expecting.” “That wasn’t a move! That was a dirty trick!” She shrugged with an innocent smile. “But effective, you have to admit.” “I guess.” He could still taste her lips. With an exhausted sigh he lay back on the floor and realized that he was trembling. “People don’t usually smooch their enemies in battle, though.” Liana chuckled and fell back on the floor beside him. She too was trembling and gasping for breath. The struggle had been quite intense. “Just you wait,” Cole warned. “I’ll get you back one day.” “I’d like to see you try.” She retorted with a competitive grin. They lay there for a while, feeling the sweat on their bodies slowly grow cold and the fire in their muscles fade to a dull, throbbing ache. Energy was slow to return. The gym was quiet, save for the sound of two breathing bodies. Cole glanced self-consciously at Liana, then saw something on her shoulder. “Hey. . . What’s that?” “What’s what?” He scooted closer to her and fingered her shoulder. “That scar. It’s running from your shoulder a few inches down your arm. Where’d you get that?” She was quiet for a moment. “There are dangerous crowds in Stixx.” She murmured. “What?” He shot up into a sitting position. “Are you telling me that a person did that to you?!” “It’s no big deal.” She shrugged. “It happened years ago, around when we first moved with our relatives.” “How did it happen?” Liana sighed. “A couple of men tried to take advantage of my blindness and hurt me, but Philip and I showed them what we were made of. We got a few scars, but you should have seen the other guys.” He heard pride in her voice. Cole regarded his old friend for a minute. “You’ve changed since I last saw you.” He said quietly. She tilted her head inquisitively. “In a good way or in a bad way?” He thought about it. “Good, I think. You’re more confidant. Stronger. Feisty.” OK, Cole, stop talking, he thought to himself before he could say something stupid. She gave a soft smile. “I could say the same about you. You’re not. . . lost anymore.” The two of them fell quiet. Liana finally pushed herself up. “Same time Friday?” “Sounds good.” Cole stood and put his shirt and hoodie back on. Whilst he tied on his shoes, she slipped into her own shirt and shoes, adding on her seashell pendant after putting on her shades to cover her eyes. Liana grabbed her support cane and nunchucks while Cole took his scythe and turned off the lights. They stepped outside, greeted by the bustling sound of the city. Cars honked and roared by the sidewalks, and a few people walked up by. The sky was dark overhead, but the lights of the sprawling city lit the world around the two teens. Cole shouldered the scythe strapped to his back. “Well, ah,” He said awkwardly. “See you then.” “See you.” With a smile, Liana put on her sunglasses and began walking down the street, tapping the cane lightly on the sidewalk as she went.
@italicsWe're not going to talk about this. Ever. This never happened. @boldSigma Rule 3859-60: Never let your gaurd down; and never celebrate victory early @second Bold This is a subtly nod to the fact that Liana cannot see, and dearly wishes she could
Cole slept fitfully that night, tossing and turning in his bed. He saw haunting images of places and people, and he mumbled and murmured in his sleep. He found himself running on a wooded mountainside, the sky above dark and cloudy. Trees flashed by his vision. He stumbled down a rocky incline and ducked into a forest cast in shadow. As he raced by the dark trunks, he was aware of cats running with him, flitting soundlessly about the undergrowth. They whipped their tails and glared at him with glowing, pupiless eyes. A figure appeared in the distance between the trees, and Cole slowed to a trot. “Philip?” He called. Philip turned around and faced him. The dark brown, curly hair was the same, as was his brown eyes and tall, skinny stature. Instead of a laughing grin, though, Philip looked at him with a look of hurt and betrayal. “You forgot about us.” Cole stopped. “I’m sorry! Everything changed when I met Sensei Wu—I became a ninja! We had to fight the Skulkin, the Serpentine, Lord Garmadon. . . I’m sorry.” He pleaded. Philip looked away. “Liana is by herself. She has no parents, no siblings, only relatives she only met a few years ago. I asked you to take care of her.” “I’m so sorry!” Cole repeated. “I had no idea! If I had known you had been. . .” His voice trailed off, then he said. “I won’t forget this time. I’ll take care of Liana, I promise!” “Cole!” A voice called in the distance. “Not now, I’m in the middle of something here!” He snapped impatiently. “Cole!” “Can’t you see I’m trying to have a conversation?? Buzz off.” “Wake up, ya feather-brain!” “No! I need to talk to Philip!” He cried. “Wake up!!” “No!” “ALL RIGHT, YOU ASKED FOR IT!!” “OWW!!” Cole shot up into a sitting position in his bed and cried out in pain. “What the heck was that—?!” He looked down to see Whiskers sitting haughtily on the bedsheets beside him, licking her sharp claws. He saw his bare arm and realized that three long, red scratches ran down to his wrist. “You!” He exclaimed angrily. “You clawed me!! I don’t care what Nya says, I’m gonna—!” He stopped, suddenly realizing he could smell smoke. He sniffed the air, then saw that orange light was flickering through his window. For a moment he sat there, eyes wide, then shot out of bed. “Fire! The teashop’s on fire!” He shouted frantically. Cole burst out of his bedroom and shouted down the corridor. “Everybody out! The teashop is on fire!!” Heart pounding, he slammed the door open to Lloyd’s room, raced to his side and shook him. “Lloyd, wake up! We’re in trouble!” “Mmf. . .Wha—whatz go’in on?” Lloyd blinked sleepily. “Get out of bed, now! The teashop is on fire!” Lloyd shot up from his bed, blinked, then ran down the hallway. “I’ll tell Sensei and Mom! You warn the others!” Cole burst into Zane’s room and repeated what he did to Lloyd. “Get up, fast! The teashop’s burning!” Zane’s ice-blue eyes snapped to attention. “What did you say??” “On fire!! This place is on fire! You need to work on putting it out!” Cole raced out of the room. “Hurry!” Jay peeked out sleepily from his room. “What’s all the racket?” He mumbled crossly. Cole told him as he swept past him and woke up Nya. Whilst the others ran down the hall to find the source of the fire, he raced into Kai’s room. “Kai, get up! The teashop is—” He stared at the empty bed in the dark room. “. . . Kai?” Kai’s bedroom was still and silent. His bed hadn’t been slept in; the covers and pillows were smooth and in order. “Dang it.” Cole cursed and raced out back into the hallway, his mind on the threat at hand and not where Kai had disappeared to. “Over here!” Nya’s voice shouted urgently from the main room, where the tea was kept. Cole dodged into the dark room and was met with spitting flames licking the shelves. The scent of choking smoke and burning tea leaves hit his throat, and he began to cough. Zane and Nya were working furiously to douse the flames, shooting ice and water from their hands whilst Misako threw buckets of hose water. Jay, Wu, and Lloyd were whipping wet blankets and towels at the fire, coughing and wiping their tearing eyes. Cole’s own eyes stung and tears trailed his cheeks, but he summoned earth to choke out the flames. Jay, who was closest to the front door, looked to his left and cried out. “Skylor?! What the heck are you—AUGH!” Skylor leapt from the shadows and pinned Jay to the floor, brandishing a crude dagger. With a devilish grin she slashed at his chest, but Jay dodged the blow by a hair. Cole watched in shock as Kai sauntered in, cackling like a maniac. Cruelty like he had never seen before burned in his friend’s eyes, and he felt an ice-cold chill run down his spine when their eyes met. Kai sneered and shot red-hot flames at the walls. “KAI!! What do you think you’re doing?!” Nya looked utterly dumbfounded at the sight of her brother deliberately setting the teashop on fire. Kai glared at her, lip curling, but didn’t respond. Instead he turned away and shot more flames at the doorway. The fire blazed and roared furiously, embers flying through the air. Lloyd looked stricken, then, brandishing a long katana, charged toward his friend. Kai met him with a snarl and parried the blow with his own sword. The metals clashed whilst Jay struggled with Skylor on the floor. “Could use some help here!!” He cried out. Cole raced to Jay’s side and knocked over Skylor, who shrieked furiously and lashed out at him with her dagger. He dodged the blade and slapped it from her hands, and she swung her fists at him. He and Jay wrestled with Skylor whilst Lloyd battled Kai. “Have you lost your mind?!” Lloyd shouted incredulously over the roar of the heat. “Kai, what is wrong with you—?! Ah-CHIEE!” Kai snarled—literally—dodged his katana, and leapt at Lloyd, slamming him to the floor. Lloyd’s head was knocked harshly, and he struggled to stay awake with a groan and another sneeze. Kai cackled and raised his sword, preparing to strike. Cole stared in shock, frozen in place. This has to be another dream, he thought desperately, A nightmare.This can’t be happening. He’s our brother!! Misako saw with a horror-stricken gasp what Kai was about to do, then did the only thing a mother could do—flung a weapon at the person attacking her son. An inhuman screech split the air, and Kai reeled back, gripping his arm in pain. Cole felt his jaw drop open as Kai’s facial features began to change—his eyes switched from amber to ice-blue. His brown, spiky hair fell into limp, scraggly locks of shoulder-length, gray-streaked black hair, messy and wild. The skin around his eyes and mouth wrinkled to that like of an older man, and when he drew back his lips, spiky fangs reflected in the light of the roaring flames. Then hair—no, not hair—fur began to grow on his face and down his arms. His fingers closed together and his hands formed into wide paws, gleaming claws unsheathed. The fabric of the red gi tore and ripped as his body changed and shifted. Hind legs curved and broke free of his pants, and the paws tore out of his shoes. He fell onto all fours, and Cole saw a tail—no, two—furry tails rip free. A muzzle protruded from the face, and whiskers grew from that. The humanoid features disappeared, replaced by the face of a cat. The creature, black-and-white-pelted and roughly the size of a lion, snarled in pain and fury, and glared balefully at Misako with eyes burning with hatred.
@bold This story was aboutta be a whole lot shorter
*Snip* Kai finally found his voice. “Wha—what are you??” She stood up with a contemptuous smirk. “What am I? Why, I—I am a. . .” ... “. . .Yokai.” She finished smoothly. *Snip*