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This chapter will switch POVs so pay close attention.
Sorry I haven't been updating!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ninjago. Or F4. Or COB.
Ronin's POV
~Three Months Later~
I woke up besides my beautiful wife, with our five-month-old daughter sleeping peacefully in the crib next to our bed. I am so lucky to have this family. I don't deserve them.
I gazed at Nya. She looks so much younger when she's asleep. It's really cute. I stroked her short black hair, and I watched her.
Kasai woke up and squealed. I rolled over and off the bed (smooth, I know) then went to her.
My baby girl gazed up at me with a smile and her big, curious fiery orange eyes. I chuckled and picked her up.
I didn't know I could love something so much. Kasai and Nya are the best things that've ever happened to me in my life.
Kasai touched my face, her little chubby hands flying freely. I laughed and poked her stomach.
"That's gotta be the cutest thing I've ever seen," An angelic voice said behind me.
My wife was sitting up, smiling at us.
"Naah. Kasai just makes everything cuter." I said, holding a restless little Kasai in my arms. I went to sit over by Nya.
I turned to face her eyes, her beautiful silvery-hazel eyes. I couldn't help myself. I kissed her.
We separated and turned to face our baby girl. I set her down on the bed.
"How're you feeling?" I asked.
"Like I didn't get stabbed in the stomach by an Alpha Deathclaw," she said. "Ah, good times."
We were silent for a moment.
"You know, I'm really glad we decided to stay. We don't have to worry about money or rules," she said.
"We just have to kill everything that tries to mess with us," I reminded her.
She didn't say anything. She just picked up Kasai-who had somehow army-crawled to the end of the bed and was about to fall off-and leaned into my chest. I laid back down, with my family around me.
And I felt whole, knowing the only ones I cared about were safe.
I wish those damn ninja would've just stayed in space.
I. Hate. Them.
They're more of a nuisance than they are of help.
And I can't fucking take it anymore.
After that goddamn lightning ninja cracked an incredibly stupid pun, I snapped.
"Nya," I said to her. "We have to get those motherfuckers out. Now. We can just ask to them to go establish a new settlement and never come back, right?"
She laughed. "Sure, you can try. I'd like to send them back to outer space again. Or make them face off against a Deathclaw without their powers."
I was surprised by this. Doesn't she love her older brother?
"Let's use your idea," she said after my confused look.
I shrugged. "Okay."
~Five Months Later~
So…everything's well in Ninjago City III.
Nya is fully healed from her Deathclaw wound, which is great, and the ninja left to help establish one more major settlement. Hopefully that'll keep 'em busy for a while.
Kasai is ten months old. She's crawling around like crazy, and standing with support. She can walk if Nya or I hold her hands while she walks.
Nya and I decided to start trying for another child after Kasai turns one.
As for the Wastelanders…they got married a few months ago, and the Vault-Dweller found her long-lost son. They headed back to the 'Wealth after all was well here.
And as for Ninjago City III, it's become a vibrant community (A/N~Yeah, Mama Murphy) and has become a target for raids by raiders, gunners, robots, synths, and Super Mutants. Bloody bastards. We lose settlers a lot, but we're getting stronger by the minute.
I'm ready to move to a more laid-back settlement. I don't like living like this, I want to live alone with my family. But for my family's safety, we're gonna have stay here until Kasai gets a little older.
Nya noticed my silence at dinner. She held my hand and asked what was wrong.
"I've been thinking about the past few years a lot lately," I said. "Everything's changed so much."
"I know, baby." She smiled sweetly. "I know. And we've stuck through it all together."
~Five Months Later~
I woke to the blazing sirens.
I got Nya and Kasai to safety, and rushed out to see what dumb ass decided to mess with us this time.
Running up to the Guard Tower, I saw a few Raiders scattered around the outside of the wall.
I pulled out my Spray 'N' Pray and jumped down from the wall, running towards the nearest Raider, who was trying to kill me with a pipe pistol.
I aimed at his head and pulled the trigger.
His head exploded into a million little fleshy pieces, and I moved on to the next Raider.
This one a little better than the last one. I slung my gun over my shoulder and ducked. I managed to wrap my arms around both of his knees, then I picked him up. His head smacked the ground hard, and the man dropped his gun. I pushed him to the ground and punched him hard, twice, and his head hit the concrete, killing him instantly.
The next one managed to shoot me in my bicep, but I was able to blow his head off fairly easily.
I gritted my teeth in pain, and trudged along the path, where someone grabbed my good arm and lead me to the doctor's office.
They did something with my arm, bandaged it up and left me alone.
Everything was like that blurred dream you couldn't quite remember. It felt unreal.
And then, everything went black.
When I woke up again, I saw those silvery hazel eyes gazing down at me.
"N-Nya?" I asked.
"Hey baby. How are you?" She held my hand tightly.
"I'm fine, sweetheart. Are you three okay?" I asked.
She rubbed her swollen stomach. "We're fine, thanks to you."
I sighed with relief. My family I okay.
For now.
I won't be updating as fast as I have been (which is not very fast) because…school…is…starting…soon…noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
