Idk here. Warnings: abuse, mentions of prostitution, death... ya know, me. Stay safe.
Possession was an odd thing. Just sitting there, having to try everything in your power to do nothing. Because, if you tried to take control, that other person would make you weak, use the body they are possessing—your body—and drain your strength.
And then there was the mental parts. You could feel something probing through your head, but no matter what, you couldn't get it out.
That was the situation Lloyd was in. Currently, the ghosts were having some downtime before they went to FSM's Tomb, and that bastard was just shifting through memories like it was clothing.
Lloyd groaned and tried to make him stop, only feeling nauseous and stopping immediately. Morro chuckled and continued picking out every memory.
The ghost smiled as he looked at a memory of Lloyd at Darkley's. Well well, green boy was once trying to be evil? That's priceless! You're too good for that.
Was that a compliment? Lloyd wasn't sure, but Morro only continued his violation.
Ohh look at this, all these thoughts of Kai, I suppose you have something for him huh?
Shut up, Lloyd whimpered weakly.
Morro chuckled and smirked, staring amusingly at the memory of Lloyd fighting his father. It's so cute, struggling to fight evil just because he birthed you? Hmm, that's sweet Lloydie!
Shut up with the nicknames already, Lloyd grumbled.
Morro was probably smirking. I would never Greenbean. Ohhh look at this! It's such a prominent memory and so sad!
Lloyd gasped as he realized that it was when his father sacrificed himself. Right when I escaped! Morro chuckled.
Get away from that! Lloyd yelled, making Morro lose his control for a minute. New memories flooded forth, Morro's memories.
Lloyd struggled through the new wave of memories. There were so many and it seemed to drown his mind, such a mess of incoherent words and things that he didn't understand.
"Stop!" Both froze for a second as a much younger voice of Morro screamed out. "Get away from me! Please stop! It hurts!"
Lloyd glanced at the memory brimming, seeing a young Morro out on the streets, older kids laughing as they punched him repeatedly. One stole his belongings. "Loser," they sneered. Morro cried as he lifted his hand to his head to feel blood trickling down. He pulled himself in a fetal position, sobbing quietly as the other boys sneered.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. The eldest put a hand to his ear, smirking.
"What was that?"
"I'm sorry for making you mad," Morro shivered. The boys laughed and gave him a few more kicks before leaving.
Morro slammed down mental walls immediately, making Lloyd wince. He could feel the panic rising from Morro, but couldn't get to his thoughts.
He tried to push at the walls. Confusion and worry swarmed him. He knew Morro had a terrible past, but he didn't know how terrible. He was only starting to realize.
Shut up Greenie, Morro snarled internally. Lloyd felt Morro leave, and Lloyd was back in his cage. He gasped at the breath knocked out of him, then up to Morro who's back was to him and fists clenched. Lloyd tried to gather his bearings and sat a little straighter, holding onto the bars for dear life.
"That wasn't something you should've seen so you better forget it before I make you," Morro gritted out. "Your parents may have abandoned you, but at least they still care."
"Then tell me," Lloyd begged. Morro turned to face him and raised an eyebrow. "We can help you. We can stop whatever is going on, you'll be okay. You'll never have to be told to do things you don't want to do."
"And why would I want that?" Morro shouted angrily, glaring at Lloyd.
Lloyd smiled weakly. "Because I saw that memory. You were alone, and scared. And you still are. I can see it. You're alone and scared because you believe nobody cares. And the Preeminent took that fear and twisted it into hatred. But it doesn't have to be that way. You could come with us, be a ninja like you always wanted. We can help you, Morro, just let me go."
"Yeah, and the second I release you you'll go running back to your precious Kai and then you'll just destroy me."
Lloyd stared at him. "Maybe. But do I really look like that type of person?"
Morro pulled himself up to the cage to look at Lloyd. The Green Ninja watched as he bit his lip and for the first time emotion flashed across his face—fear?—and he frowned.
Lloyd's fingers gripped the cage tighter, just gracing across Morro's. The ghost flinched in alarm, eyes wide. "I don't trust you," he snapped.
The blond let his head drop, taking slow shuddering breaths. "Alright, fine, don't trust me then. Life your life in the Departed Realm filled with guilt after everything you did, knowing that you were given another chance and denied it."
Morro blinked carefully, staring at Lloyd like any minute he'd blast an energy ball at him. The ghost's eyes narrowed. "What do you want to know?"
"Anything you're comfortable with," Lloyd responded, staring at him with a determined look. "You know all my insecurities already."
"How come I haven't broke you yet?"
Lloyd smiled. "It takes a lot to do that."
Morro glanced around, then back to Lloyd. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"
"Well, you're taking one step closer to redemption."
"That is the dumbest thing I've heard come from you, which reminds me, does everyone curse so much this day and age?" Morro asked, looking somewhat surprised.
Lloyd's grin faultered. "Well I suppose if they were being forced to do things they don't want to."
Morro groaned. "Alright, I'm totally going to regret this," he muttered, before falling into Lloyd's body.
Lloyd tensed up, before realizing that Morro wasn't trying to take control. He tried his best to calm down and not kick Morro out of his mind.
He felt Morro slowly open his wall, letting memories trickle through. They were mostly ones he knew about from Wu's stories.
Don't pity me or make fun of me, okay? Morro asked, and for once Lloyd actually traced the fear.
The floodgates burst open, and this time Lloyd made sure to stay above it. He pulled out some deep memories, of Morro being abused or afraid, trying not to pity him like he asked.
"Goodnight Morro," Sensei Wu said. By the looks of it, it was Morro's first time in the monastery. The lamps flickered off and immediately Morro screamed. He pulled a pillow closer and started sobbing in it. Sensei relit a lamp and moved to Morro quickly. "Hey, shh, I'm here. No ones going to hurt you."
Morro stared at him with teary eyes before clinging to his kimono, pulling himself closer to Wu. "I don't like the dark. They always did things in the dark," he whispered.
Lloyd bit his lip as he shifted through other memories. One he stared at made him look away. Kids on the street doing... things.
"Well, you didn't whine this time, I'm surprised," the boy snickered. He threw an apple and a carton of greasy something at Morro, who caught them, and stopped crying. He looked up at the older. "Don't cry next time and we might get you a meal."
Morro nodded frantically as he fixed his tattered clothes, fishing out a napkin from his pack and wiping off the grease and eating.
You did that? Lloyd asked.
Like I said don't pity me. I don't need it, Morro snarled. You've seen enough.
Did they do that in the Cursed Realm?
Morro phased out of Lloyd, making him shiver. "You can't help me anyway. I'm already too broken."
Lloyd blinked away any stray tears. "Why?"
"Because they liked to have power," Morro responded. They were like a gang and promised food to make sure anyone stayed beneath them. I rebelled because I always had a temper. Never got me anywhere." He pulled his shirt up and Lloyd saw scars on the ghostly green skin. "Guess it doesn't go away when you die."
"I know how you feel. My parents left and I was stuck at Darkley's. The boys always made fun of me and..."
"I don't care about your sob story," Morro snapped, "everyone always makes a conversation about themselves now, don't they? They're so self-absorbed and they don't even know it! It's disgusting!"
Lloyd shut his mouth. Morro turned back to the Sword and the map. "We're going to leave in a couple hours. Get some rest or else you'll be too tired." Lloyd looked down to see a plate of food. He was starving. "I need you to be strong enough for the journey there."
"Listen, I'm sor-"
"Shut it, eat and get rest. I don't need you bothering me."
Morro turned and left. Lloyd sat in the cage, picking up the tray. I'm so sorry.