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Ninjangst Day 1: Past

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(Wanted to draw something but the need to write is stronger)

Anyone want GarmaKrux angst?

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The past..

It was something he was always dwelling on.

That might be because he used to have the Reverse and Halt power of Time before it was stolen from him.

Granted he did terrible things under influence but he never expected for his power to be taken from him in the most painful way possible... if there weren’t any more painful ways.

There’s a certain aspect of the past that he’s focusing on...

It was that half Oni man he dared let close to him.

Every word, from greeting to farewells, didn’t feel real. His so called kind acts weren’t sincere. His smile was infuriating to think about...

He told himself these things but he was just feeding himself lies.

Lying was supposed to be an Oni thing but yet.. that stupid brunet was never a liar... not to him.

But then that day changed it.. The Master of Destruction caught the eyes of the woman he’d been chasing for so long. She never really looked at him the same way until then...

Krux was on the sidelines just at the entrance when he saw Garm get the affections he was looking for from the woman.

He ended up turning around and leaving, meeting his twin brother halfway down. Acronix didn’t really know how to react with Krux desperately holding in his sobs.

It failed when Acronix hugged him. He felt so ashamed of wailing like an infant into his shoulder.

Even now he felt so ashamed and so angry for still crying over that man. He had no right to make him believe that his feelings were genuine to him, that the nights were special between them, and the mornings were so warm and gentle.

All he could feel now was cold and numb, no matter the time, whether it’s be early morning or latest of nights.. he still hated this feeling..

He hated still being able to feel his hands on him, hear his gentle whispers in his ear, see the piercing gaze he had when they were in darkness... but everything was just met with no warmth... Just cold air and this numb feeling.

Every bit of him missed the other... and he wanted to hate him for ever getting close to him like that. He hated himself for letting that happen in the first place. He had no right!

Garmadon had absolutely no right to make Krux hurt so much after so long.

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Ninjangst Day 3: Bleeding

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Ah. A turn point in plot of season 1 in my AU.

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He was a hybrid and hated for it.

A Hypnobrai and Anacondrai mix.

You’d think he’d be strong but he didn’t like the warrior status.

He disobeyed the new General one too many times but he went too far this time in the leaders’ eyes.

Vasuki stood between the Serpentine Warrior and the human. The human was understandably terrified but she ran as far as her legs could carry her. The hybrid kept his ground while she ran.

He was punished then and there.

Sometimes one seems to forget how much wooden staves hurt when they hit your back repeatedly.

He cried out in pain and they just kept hitting him all over his back and the back of his head. His short tail got stomped on to keep him from going forward.

It kept going until he was knocked out cold, laying down in a pool of red.

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The Ninja were captured and they were thrown into their cell. One of them turned around and they gasped at the sight. Two guards were coming in and they were dragging a third between them.

He’d seen that snake before. The Serpentine was in close company of their kunoichi ally and Kai really meant close. Kai nor the others had seen the kunoichi since.

Now the Serpentine hybrid was right here. Bleeding from open wounds after getting beaten to death or almost death, since he could still hear him stagger between breathing and hissing out in pain.

“You’d hurt one of your own?” Wu voiced to Pythor. “He was in our way of awakening the Devourer. He’s branded as a traitor to his kind.” The violet serpent hissed. The hybrid looked up to him at that. “I’m no traitor.. You’re the one leading our people to the slaughterhouse.”

Pythor gave a sneer and he was quick to send his staff in his direction, but purposely missed just as the head made impact with the ground, causing a crack from next to the Hypnobrai Anacondrai hybrid.

“You’re just like your mother... A traitor to her own when she foolishly believed humans and Serpentine were meant to coexist...” Pythor bared his fangs at the rebellious younger serpent. “You can guess where that lead her.”

Vasuki glared at him with his crimson eyes. “I know the truth. No human killed her... It was you.” He spat a bit of blood at him. “You’re no king... you’re not even a general. You’re just a cannibal.. A fraud... Our real king will come with his army.. and that basilisk has every right to take back what was stolen.”

He got smacked right across his snout by Pythor’s claws and it made him silent once more. “Take him away.”

Whispers were among the crowd, words of doubt and fear filled the snakes around them. “There’s fighting among the snakes?” Jay asked. Wu sighed, “Not everyone will follow the word of their leaders.” It sounded like he wanted to finish that sentence with an ‘I should know,’ but he didn’t.

They turned away as a streak of red trailed behind the snake while they dragged him to his own cell. Another guard was masked but he had a chain and a muzzle ready to silence the rebellious Serpentine. It got placed right on him with no fight and he got chained and hung up, still bleeding from his open wounds.

It’s like he was displayed as an example of those who crossed Pythor and his plans.

Oh Kai could imagine how furious the kunoichi ally would be when she sees her Serpentine beloved like that.

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Ninjangst Day 2: Alone

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(Adding a Phoenix moment into this. This kinda would happen a long time after my AU)

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It wasn’t the first time it’s happened..

This was the first time he ever came back here crying...

What happened you’d ask?

Well, he used to be a part of the world long ago. He was a part of a family.. He and his brothers were a set of triplets. Weird right? Who would’ve thought they’d be all boys? Anyways, he and his brothers were close as any could be... He and them were inseparable until the war happened.

Chen influenced them and others from the inside out.

He got separated from them by two of his old friends.

In the spur of the moment, a portal outside time opened and all but his arm went. His right arm severed when it closed on right on it and it took his power with it. He didn’t even register that it was gone until he heard the sound of drips. He saw red pouring out of his severed arm and had to pressure it with his other hand and scarf.

So now... he was alone and angry.

He went through timeline after timeline, going through the cycle over and over, trying to help his brothers win, losing the battle, them and his arm again and again while his timer kept running out at the last second.

It was deteriorating his spirit bit by bit.

He made it to one timeline...

One he wished he didn’t interact with this time.

It was a happy ending. His brothers were okay. They were never separated and they were so happy.

It was the first time they welcomed him with open arms, unveiled his face, caressed his cheeks and stroke his hair as if they were looking at a mirror and they just wanted to make sure everything matched.

He broke down that night and they were by his side, holding him in a warm embrace.. He completely forgot how warm their hugs were.

Next morning he felt a heavy guilt of telling them the truth pitting deep in his stomach... He had to run to the bathroom because he almost felt sick...

He wanted to hate that they cared, that they were at his side, that they were thoughtful of his feelings and needs, and staying nearby him as he did get sick and sobbed. The two kept close to him and helped him into his bed.

He decided not to go through with his original plans. There was no need to since this was a peaceful life and no one sought them out. And he most definitely wasn’t about to use his life stealing power on his own brothers. That would be unfair to them and wrong even for him.

Due to that, it was the first time he collapsed in front of them, he knocked things over, catching their attention and by the time they got to him, he was breathing shallowly on the floor.

This was the first time his timer slash soul jar had ran out on him in a shorter amount of time than what he was used to and it had to be in the comfort of his brothers’ arms.

“My time’s out...”

“Phoenix... Phoenix wait!” He could hear the younger wailing. “No.. Don’t leave us. Stay awake. Please..”

“I have no choice, Acronix..”

“You told us your power works by taking time off others right? Then take some years off me. I don’t have long anyway.”

“I can’t do that to you, Krux.”

“You told us in your world we came into life together, right? So we gotta stay together then, right? Right? Phoenix.... Phoenix!”

It was the last words he heard.

Now here he was waking up back in the void alone...

He cried and screamed in heartbreak for the first time in the vast emptiness. Phoenix cried out and clenched the front of the scarf he had on.

What was he thinking?!?

He never should’ve got close to them.

He should’ve just faded in the background and make sure they didn’t know he existed.

They didn’t deserve to hurt so much over him.

He didn’t deserve to be in that happier life, not after doing so many terrible things.

He was disappointed, disgusted that he ever felt flawed and weak in that timeline and that he was cared for the first time in a long time, in a genuine way too.

He screams ceased to sobs and he ended up just laying there...

“How could I be so stupid?... I want to go home... I just want to go home.”

Oh, now he just sounded like a small child.

“Someone please... anyone... I just want to go home..”

He was a terrible villain who was branded a traitor to the Elemental Alliance, a great warrior with his brothers, to someone forgotten throughout all time, even though there was a good reason for it, and now he’s practically crying like a child.

“.. just let me go home...”

He was alone physically like always but...

His pendant watch popped open to show a pair of familiar faces of him and his brothers when they were young and stupid. The Time Twins plus one.. The Time Triplets.. His breath was shaky and he continued to cry while he lied there.

He never felt so alone like this before.

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Ninjangst Day 4: Helpless

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Since my brain is stuck in shipping mode. I’m gonna do another ship that’s not talked about often.

And a scene from a future season 4 fic in Clouse’s perspective.

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It was in that moment when he was distracted that it happened.

The transformation doubled on his Master and the Elemental Powers collided with it, corrupting the man further. The sorcerer threw his adversary to the others and went to his side.

“Master. Master, Remain sane.” He placed his spellbook back in the leather pouch on his back while he placed his hands on him.

“Master please..” He held his hands on his face, leaning his forehead on the other’s.

“Chen.” He spoke his name so lowly.

All he got back was a pair of dark brown pools gazing back at him with regret. “Clouse.”

His mouth spilled blood as teeth fell and fangs took place. Clouse could hear the sickening crack of bones popping in places there shouldn’t be while the spine extended and he took shape of a serpent.

It wasn’t supposed to be happening like this. The transition was painless at first. Why was it still going? This is bad. This was very bad.

Clouse watched as his other kept changing into more bestial, loosing more and more of his human features.

“Chen just stay with me. It’ll be over.”

He couldn’t help him. The man was just becoming more of a monster. The staff got absorbed into him. His face elongated into a snout and a gem came through the top of his skull as it glowed in different colors.

His dark pools flickered to a deep mix of magenta and red of an Anacondrai. His eyes looked up at something coming right at them.

An enlarged arm swiped the sorcerer away. “CHEN!”

An Anacondrai spear pierced right through his skull and shattered the crystal in the process. Blood spilled. A roar of pain escaped the former man now beast just as he fell.

A figure stepped right on his head and pulled the spear out. “The Ninja hadn’t needed to kill, but I’ve spilled blood before. I have no problem with it.” She voiced out.

Clouse was gone the moment before Garm could turn to see him. The sorcerer kept running with the remnants of Chen’s crown in hand while he desperately held in cries. It took him a while before he finally hid himself away..

A secret place for the two. It was special to just them. The ebony haired man could remember how excited the redhead was over finding it. Oh he could still remember how they celebrated over capturing the Elemental Masters and their powers. Drinks in hand lead to offers being made which lead to.. a lot more, which he won’t share details about.

Granted it was early to celebrate and Clouse had a feeling but he elected to ignore it and...

It costed him to lose the only other person he cared about.

Clouse slid down the wall and sobbed, holding the headpiece up against him. “Chen...”

For another time in his life, he felt helpless and now Chen wasn’t here to help him stand back up on his feet.

He felt helpless to his emotions and flashbacks of his memories of them. “Master Chen and Lord Clouse... Doesn’t that sound wonderful?” He could still hear Chen’s voice from the night before. He scoffed at the idea at first, but he did wonder if Chen was playing favorites or if he was being practical for once. He nodded as tears slipped out. “Yes... yes it does..”

He could feel himself ache on the inside. His Serpentine form faded out as he kept his hold. “It’s a yes...” his voice was barely above a whisper. “I’ll be your new Lord..”

Droplets of water dripped on the skull of the headpiece. He remembered accidentally knocking the piece off of Chen who was only in a fit of giggles with him before he went quiet just as small wet and muffled sounds soon followed.

Now it was gone all too soon.

All those years wasted down the drain.

All that loyalty he had for him was still lingering like a little flame desperately trying to stay lit.

All that planning was for nothing.

He couldn’t even save him.

Clouse felt helpless and it felt even worse than the first time.