Hey what happened in the last episode of s8 with Kai? My opinion: he's sad and tries to fix it by getting rid of the big bad so it can't hurt anyone anymore, and forgets The Now. It's sad time. Good thing it's the tail end of angst week? And hey does anyone know why I can't put a horizontal line/extra spaces in my other fic I'm dying because of the lack of Space To Indicate Time Has Passed I- I'll figure it out (EDIT: I GOT IT)
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- CHEESEPUFF fg: thank you! These things are supposed to be kind of ambiguous, there are context clues to let you know the general time slot, but they don't really matter. If you're worried about spoilers, this one takes place at the end of s8! And it might be complete abstraction-who-knows-ish in the next two. I'll keep it posted
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Kai is eight, listening to someone tell him their parents aren't coming back. He wants to cry, but he doesn't really… he doesn't understand. They don't look sad. They look angry. They look like they pity him. He doesn't like it.
Kai's nine, and he's the big brother. He's always been, but now it seems like less of a position and more of a title. The big brother. He wants to cry, but a fire sparks in him, and lights that fuel ablaze, and instead he is angry. And that's that.
Kai is fourteen, and they took his sister, and he rides that inferno through weeks of searching and training and fighting for her. It takes a second, but it dies down enough for him to realize he's gained brothers as well. It takes him a bit longer, but he melts for the new demon-child, too. His name's Lloyd Garmadon, he's told, very proudly, a little squeakily.
Kai is sixteen, and he couldn't protect him. He watches, and can only watch, as Lloyd's body moves and says things it would never if he were in control. Kai is losing control — Nya's being thrust into the danger he's supposed to be there for, Cole is technically dead, his team is frazzled. This can't keep happening.
He's nineteen. He's the big brother. He's the reckless one, the one who would risk anything to protect his family. So when he jumps off the deck of the Bounty, the surprised cries of his family behind him and the air burning as he falls with each whir of the engines, almost dead-silent near the isolation of Kryptarium prison, he doesn't see Lloyd on the ground in a crumpled heap. He sees two of the Sons of Garmadon, frantically trying to back up and run in the opposite direction. He sees the enemy.
Kai lands on the dirt in a burst of flames, flinging gravel and chunks of now-burnt grass. One of them throws a walkie-talkie at him, it glances off of his shoulder. Fire curls along his arms unbidden, but he welcomes it and raises them.
"Get BACK."
He's never been one for eloquence.
A tornado of blue flame explodes from his hands and burns in his throat. The air ripples with the heat, distorting the shape of his body to where he looks sharp and feral. The fire writhes as if in pain, casting harsh light across the field like a miniature sun. Kai feels something thick and heavy inside his chest, and he doesn't understand. His breath hitches and he coughs, embers flying from behind his hands.
The two gangsters are gone.
"Kai, we need to go-"
He ignores it and turns. He can feel fire curling at the edges of his mouth, he can feel himself start to storm towards the prison itself, but-
"Kai, we need to leave now," Nya snaps, grabbing Kai's shoulder and roughly jolting him back to the present. He almost snaps back - almost. He sees Zane carrying a shivering bundle of torn green fabric, Cole speaking tightly into the comms, and the Bounty's lift being let down as quickly as it can go, and he stops.
The fire inside him sputters out, enveloped by heavy, smothering dismay. The fires outside, on the ground, by his feet, do not. Kai runs his hands through his hair, lips thinning, and dashes back towards the airship, blinking ash (it's ash.) out of his eyes.
He couldn't stop it, but by the First Master, he will this time.