Uh, hiya. I'm doink this tumblr challenge-thingy I saw a screenshot of online. What the challenge is: for 7 days, you need to draw an angsty pict or write an angst one-shot (me clearly doing the latter). Each chapter will have a different theme, and that'll be that chapter title, along with who the chapter is partaking to.

and 'cause everyone loves hurting Lloyd, this one is about the smol greanbean - incase you cant tell already :)

the story is called "behind closed doors" due to the fact that ninjago is usually a funny, lighthearted show. And,well...now we're getting into things humans naturally pretend isn't there.

I hope you enjoy and feel free to drop a review. I'm probably gonna update this once a week in order to spread out the updates instead of everyday like the screenshot said.

Everyone loves the precious Green Ninja, prophesized, legendary, abd all powerful; the leader of the secret ninja force, sworn to protect Ninjago from all the evil being who dared to step foot on the land. Fans used to crowed the streets, asking for autographs, begging for a picture, all yelling one name.

Mine.

At first it was overwhelming. I was basically like a celebrity and my face, name, and information was plastered all over the city. Eventually I somehow because used to it; but by then the citizens' hype had worn off slightly and all six of us ninja reclaimed equal amounts of fame.

It was still exceedingly strange when royalty incited us over, choosing our silent protection atop the many police and guards the palace had to offer. The deathly beautiful Princess Harumi had greeted us with a seemingly informed introduction. She knew a lot, and was not shy towards us while others would stare in shock or stuffer, blabbing their mouth worse than Jay. She was casual, professional. We quickly became on a first name basis.

I unintentionally found myself gravitating closer to her.

There was something I didnt feel towards anyone else that made my bones tingle when I was around the princess. I couldn't understand what it was about her that made me always want to stand by her side, never stop protecting her.

Until it slowly dawned on me that it was love - or maybe I was staring too long and it was obvious to the other ninja.

No fingers should be pointed at me for not completely comprehending what made my heart flutter. It is not my fault I missed out on half of childhood protecting the city I love. I skipped a few years of age; I'm still young, vulnerable. Yet here I was, leading a band of misfit ninja with all of Ninjago counting of me to save them. Not to mention the fact that I was not with the rest of my team. All five of them - including my uncle who was steadily growing to himself again - were trapped in a realm no one knew anything about. Except that it was the first realm, and very dangerous. There was a lot on the line here.

That I understood to the fullest.

What I didn't understand was why I was played so cruelly.

All the while I was attempting to find the last Oni mask alone with Harumi in the middle of a forest, she was plotting against me. I was just some worthless pawn in her master plan to bring back my father. Yet, I still fell head over heals for her.

And I was blind to actually think that Harumi actually loved me back. It was if a knife was punctured through my chest. Haven't I already been through enough?

She only wanted to befriend me because I was part Oni, therefore I would be able to grab the mask. She didnt really need me, didn't really care if I was left to drown, stuck in a water-filled temple lost in the middle of the forest.

I felt broken, but covered it up because there was still work to be fulfilled my evil resurrected father to bring down.

More importantly, though, I felt betrayed.

I'm not sure why I felt as if it would turn out better. I'm the Green Ninja, for Sulkin's Sake - nothing ever turns out easily for me. Although it's just wrong to play with someone's heart strings like that. All because of Haurmi and her pathetically sadistic ways, manipulating me to feel empty as she had in her past. And for what? Bragging rights? What else could she take from me? My powers and city, my friends, my pride, my father; I was empty and I hoped she felt proud because of it.

For days she sent search teams sweeping Ninjago for me all the while she sat with my father watching over the destroyed city; citizens below hid in fear. I'm not quite sure if she was happy all alone up there with an evil warlord, but neither was I, powerless and locked in secret dumpsters, hiding for my life.

I was scrounging for food. I though my friends had just been killed and I was alone, barely able to form a plan. I watched from a tv as citizens were swept off the street but I couldn't help them because I was the most wanted of all.

And it all started because I had gone and put myself out there, attempting to help someone from a secret gang of bikers after they lost their family. But I ended up loving them, and they turned on me. Harumi took away everything I had and laughed.

So I won't let anyone use me anymore.

Yet even through everything, I wished it didn't end the way it had. I watched the building begin to crumble before my very eyes, knowing I was too far and it was much too dangerous to try to help. Call it overthinking the situation, but Princess Harumi - the Quiet one, the leader of the Sons of Garmadon, the first girl I mistakenly fell in love with - and I locked eyes. I felt pity on her.

Her eyes were no more full of hate, deception and vengeance; her eyes were sorrowful and apologetic.

And as I whispered her name, I witnessed the foundations of the building she was standing on finally give out after being smacked around by a giant colossal.

She fell along with it and died in the rubble.

Yes, I'm a ninja - my job is to protect Ninjago and everyone in it from evil presents. But I never asked for anyone to die, no matter how many pieces they break your heart into.