Before reading, I would like to clear out some stuff with you guys:
-This fic is centered in the one year gap between S7 and S8 of Ninjago.
-I had to come up with an entire freaking backstory for Chen the Cheerleader in the TV verse. I hope you like it.
-Yes, I purposely decided to upload this story on Pride Month.
-And, I don't own Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu.
Prologue
The house was quiet on the outside. Not even the crickets and the birds dared to make a sound, making the closest thing to a noise was the wind flowing through the trees, giving the residence a haunted vibe.
Inside, the first floor of the house was a disaster; furniture, books and parchments were scattered all over, along with some empty bottles of wine and food. It didn't take a genius to figure out that a fight had broken.
On the second floor, there were three wooden doors, but the one that stood out of the rest was the one at the far end of the hall, with a chair under the handle serving as a lock. In another time, the door could have been a true beauty, with intricate designs decorating the wood, but now most of the details were faded, while others had been damaged by cuts made out of sharp objects.
In the dead of the night, one of the doors opened slowly, barely making a sound. A figure clad in a dark cape and hood came out quietly, looking around the hall before approaching the locked door. Carefully, the figure removed the chair, momentarily freezing when it creaked as it was placed in the floor once again. With some slight fear, the figure once again scanned the hall, eyes finally setting the other closed door.
It remained closed.
The figure let out a small breath of relief before turning back to the task at hand. Opening the door with extreme caution, the figure entered the room.
Like the floor downstairs, it looked like a fight had broken in the small bedroom. Some broken chairs and a table laid around along with burnt paper and damaged coloring pencils. The window had also gone through some damage, as it was decorated with cracks and casting terrifying shadows in the room. There were also some nearly destroyed children story-book's, but the figure wasn't paying attention to those, as it had eyes for a boy that sat hunched at the far corner of the room, between the bed and a wall. The boy, who looked around the age of sixteen, was shaking, his cheeks wet with long-shed tears and puffy eyes that hold some fear as it stared at the black covered figure, who steeped closer into the light and removing the hood, revealing a girl around the boy's age. The boy visibly relaxed.
The girl approached the boy quite quickly, pulling him into a hug.
"I'm getting you out of here" she whispered as she pull out and tried to wipe the tears from his face, "He has gone too far"
"No!" the boy whispered back with terror in his voice, "He'll punish you! He'll do the same thing he did to-" but the girl was quick to silence him.
"He won't. I'm too valuable for his cause" she reassured the boy, "But you're not, and what he did to you proves it" she spoke with an icy tone, her purple eyes directed to the door before centering on the boy again.
"I stole some clothes, blankets and food for you" she said as she took out a small duffel bag from her cape, "Hopefully they will last"
The boy hesitantly took the bag, his eyes flickering towards the burnt and broken papers and pencils, a silent question in this features. The girl gently smiled.
"I also put a sketchbook and some of my pencils" she revealed. The boy gave her a shaky smile.
"Should I- should I change my clothes?" he asked. The girl studied him for a moment. The clothes he wore were raged and small, and it hurt her seeing him like this, but time was precious. She shook her head. "I'm sorry, but there's no time" she regretfully said.
The boy nodded before getting up from his spot, slowly making his way towards the door. The girl gently took him by the hand, shaking her head once again before gesturing to the cracked window, her companion letting out a silent "Oh". With extreme caution, she managed to open the window without any of the cracks breaking or making a sound; both teens were quick to climb down, miraculously managing to not make a sound.
Once they were on the ground, the girl took the boy by the hand, taking him away from the household grounds and into the jungle, guiding him through the mass vegetation and swiftly avoiding guards. On one occasion, they passed through a familiar palace, and the boy couldn't help but shiver as they moved by it. The girl, noticing his discomfort, quickened their pace.
Soon they made it to a beach, where a small boat waited hidden between some of the bushes and sea fog. The girl turned to look at the boy.
"Okay, in the boat you will find a compass and map to Ninjago City, and once you arrive there-"
"What will you tell him?" he cut her off, fear clear in his voice, "He'll come looking for me, he'll try to-"
"He won't" the girl spoke in a soothing tone as she caressed his cheek, "I…. I will have to say some unpleasant things about you… but it should be enough for him to leave you alone and not look for you. Maybe convince him to disown you…"
"That could work" the boy agreed, "He was never a good father anyway" he spoke bitterly.
The girl stayed silent, instead gently taking him towards the boat, where the boy boarded a bit hesitantly, giving her a glance.
"You could come with me," he said, "We could stay together as a family, you don't have to participate in his game!" he pleaded. The girl faintly smiled.
"I already made my choice" she said, "It's too late for me to back out". The boy couldn't help it, some tears fell off. The girl dried some of them with her hand.
"I'm not abandoning you," she whispered, "After this is all over, I'll meet you at mother's birthplace. Do you remember the way?"
The boy numbly nodded.
"I'll miss you, Sy" he whispered. The girl was about to reply, but a shout was heard on the distance. Looking behind in alarm, Sy quickly pushed to boat off shore.
"Go!" she whispered hurriedly. Wasting no time, the boy took hold of the rows and started rowing away from the shore. The girl stayed on the beach until she saw him disappear on the sea fog, before turning away and ran towards the palace, silently praying that destiny would be kind to her brother.
