When Nya walked into the room she didn't quite know what she had done.
When she saw the puddle of odd oils and coolants she didn't think much of it. She was a mechanic after all.
When she noticed Zane she assumed innocent things.
When she realized what the ice ninja was doing her blood drained.
When she took notice of the fluids again, her stomach sank.
When she saw the blowtorch in his hand, in the position he was in, she felt sick.
Their eyes meet, an awkward moment was shared and a long second past before Nya could get her wits about her enough to slam the door and run.
They spent the rest of the week attempting to forget the other existed. In retrospect Nya could remember other tools strewn about the room. She had taken care to have them burned and purchase new ones. The samurai tried to bury herself in work to avoid asking the question 'what kind of person makes a kinky android.'
It worked until that fateful day when Zane finally gathered enough courage to confront her. What came from his mouth would haunt her for years to come.
"Nya" he began. "Your, um…your new torch isn't as hot as the last one. Do you think you could make me a stronger one for…personal use?"
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Author's Note
Disclaimer: Me no own lego. Lego own Ninjago, Zane, Nya. Ug! No for money, but many comments.
Rated T for insinuation of dirty things. The warning is quite mild, but I'm a bit paranoid.
I only wrote this because I am convinced Zane is a kinky mofo with no regrets. I don't know why. If you're wondering why the first part is wrote that way I wanted it to seem like Nya was in a state of stupor, so the writing keeps repeating itself until she gets away from Zane.
Please leave a comment and give me all you got.