Can i get a replay?, a ninjago fanfic

Hey, so this is a repost. I got locked out of my other account but I wanted to continue this story because I think it has alot of potential.

My old account is @itisiautora if you want to check out the first two original chapters, but there isn't really any point since i'm just reposting a slightly updated version here.

So, enjoy!

(praying there isn't any spelling mistakes)

"Is that all?" Nya spoke, her voice humming through the shop.

It was mid-evening, the sun just setting in the distance, leaving an orange glow peaking through the windows. It hadn't been a particularly cold day, the weather picking up after winter, so they'd left the windows open to air the place out. If they didn't it could get pretty foggy from Kai foraging weapons and they'd have to deal with not being able to breathe all day, but that's just what happens when you live in a blacksmiths.

Their house was right above the shop, well if you could even call it a house. It has two bedrooms with a small kitchen to the side, and by small i mean small, there was barely enough room for a sink and fridge, it was more of a nook in the corner of the room. They used the customer toilets for their personal use, they kept their toothbrushes and other products in their rooms as to not freak anyone out. It was hard sometimes but they got by just fine.

Their parents left when Kai was six, Nya being only four at the time. It took a tole on them, as it would anyone, though the towns people were kind and knew about their conditions, although there was only so much they could let slide. It's one thing if you're a few gold coins short when buying groceries but it's a whole other level when you can't afford the deposit for an admissions fee.

Kai got his first job at eleven, cleaning gardens and houses, tending to crops, babysitting. Basically anything he could convince anyone to pay him for. His dad never properly taught him how to forge weapons so the shop sat there for years, untouched.

"That'll be twelve fifty when you're ready." Nya stated, a smile breaking onto her face, FSM did she hate customer service. The man placed the coins onto the counter, Nya quickly counted them then turning to the register behind her, opening it and placing the money inside. She turned back around to say goodbye to the customer as she always did only to find he was gone. Oh well, no harm done.

Her eyes then lowered noticing two white envelopes sitting on the counter where the sword used to be. She picked them up reading who they were addressed to.

'To: Mr. Kai Smith' was written in black ink on one along with the shops address and on the other the same, except it was addressed to a 'Ms. Nya Smith'.

It felt weird to be called 'Ms.' but it felt even weirder to have found these letters in the first place. It's not like they don't get mail, they do, but it was usually bills and spam, not handwritten letters from who knows where.

"Kai." He was only half the shop away from me but he was currently banging metal together very harshly so Nya had to shout, although she doesn't think he heard her.

"KAI!" This time he definitely heard because he jumped up about a meter and knocked over half our merchandise.

"What?" He asked, clearly still recovering from the fright. He pulled his helmet off his face showing a very confused, ash-covered face, with hair messier than his usual look.

"Are you expecting mail?" Nya asked, raising the letters in the air. He took one look at them then walked over even more confused than before.

"No?, why, who's it from?" He reached out but she pulled the letters back. "Hands." He huffs but walks over to the only toilet we own. She hears the sound of water running and the soap bottle being pressed down.

"I think that man left them here." She started walking over, my eyes were still glued to the letters, they looked so pretty. The envelope was sealed with one of those fancy wax stamps you'd get from the mayor or royal family, you know, someone important -although i doubt anyone that important would be sending letters to us-

"What man?" Kai turned the tap off and grabbed the towel from the wall. "There was a man here?" she sighed, typical of Kai to not even notice someone standing right beside him, Nya doesn't know how he'd ever make it on his own. Luckily he won't have to as long as he has her.

"Yes, there was a man here. He payed for a sword and then left." She said, motioning to the door.

"And you think he's the only person who could've left the letters?" He clearly didn't believe her, she could tell by his tone and the way his head moved slightly to the side with one eyebrow raised higher than the other. When you live with someone long enough you learn how to read their body language pretty well and Kai was particularly easy, he had so many tells.

"Yes Kai, he was the only one here. Plus they weren't there before I turned around but they were after. That's proof enough for me." He still looked skeptical about it but she couldn't tell if it was about the letters or the man.

"There's still a postman." He muttered hanging the towel back up on its rack, then making his way over to me. "Okay, we'll open them up then."

Nya handed him his letter and they each opened theirs, mostly in sync, ripping the wax stamp apart with bits of it falling to the floor. Great gotta clean that up now, Nya thought to herself. When she pulled the paper out it just had a fortune paper inside. She looked at Kai to see if he had the same thing, he did. Then she read the writing and her heart stopped.

'Master Chen has personally invited you to participate in his Tournament of Elements. Secrecy is of the utmost importance. Tell no one, or suffer the consequences. Meet on the pier at midnight and leave your weapons behind.

We look forward to seeing you, Master of Water.'

'Master of Water' water, what does that even mean? The Master of Water, how can you be Master of a liquid? She wonders if Kai has the same words written on his letter. As if he can read her mind he turns to her and says, "What does yours say?" and she knew he wasn't talking about the 'Tournament' part.

"Master of Water." She responded, "What about yours."

"Fire." Fire, Opposites? Is this a joke?

Nya doesn't really know what to think about this. She wants to ask what we're supposed to do but she doesn't know how to get the words out. Hell, she doesn't even know what 'Master of Water' means. She guesses she's always felt somewhat connected to water, like when we'd go to the beach -although it wasn't often, living where they live- and she'd be able to lay on her back, the water felt like it was taking her wherever she wished, but she never thought it was anything more than a fascination. Everybody likes the water, well except for Kai. Hey, he got fire and he hates water, that's ironic.

She doesn't even want to get started on the 'Tournament' part. What does that even mean, is there other 'Masters' out there, do they know what all this means, is it a competition?

"We're not going." Kai finally states firmly, snapping Nya out of her thoughts. His eyebrows are furrowed and he turns away tossing the fortune along with the envelope into the bin. She doesn't want to disagree with him because it does sound like a bad idea but she can't help but wonder what this means, to be the Master of Water.

She's never fully known who she was since their parents left and this was her chance to figure it out.

"I think we should go." Kai turns to her giving me a look that almost convinces Nya she's got five heads.

"Nya this is dangerous, not to mention sketchy. You mightn't understand that but it is. It's a weird fortune, from a weird man, about a weird tournament. We aren't going."

"But-"

"No Nya. That's final." Then he pulls down his helmet and turns back to the sword he was making.

She hates when he does this, ordering her around like a child. Technically, yes, she is one and so is he, but FSM knows that neither of them act like it. He can't keep doing that. She's her own person and she need to figure out who she am for herself. If Kai doesn't agree with that he can stay here and take care of the shop while she's gone.

She doesn't like the thought of leaving home, leaving Kai, but maybe this could explain things their parents could never tell them.

Maybe they left because they knew about the 'Master' thing, maybe they're the ones sending the letters, maybe they've been waiting for them all along.

Nya's going to that Tournament, no matter what.

Another day, another dance class.

Sigh. Why did I, of all people, have to be the son of a man in a famous dance troupe. Everyone expected me to want to be like my dad, but if i'm being honest i'm not sure I even like dance. It's definitely not what I want to be doing for the rest of my life. It's not even interesting for me, but then again I don't really have another option. Not to mention it would be seventeen years wasted.

All the time and money gone down the drain on a dream that wasn't even mine to begin with.

I opened my locker and shoved my dance clothes inside. Then grabbed a bottle of deodorant and sprayed myself with it. FSM, I stunk, ugh, I hated this.

Everyday was the same, wake up, get to dance class, have lunch "But not too much! Dancers aren't supposed to be big and bulky!" -but Cole was, and they never forgot to remind him- then after lunch there was another dance class, ballet, then straight to theater, which I didn't mind much it could be fun at times, like when we were sorted into groups and had to make a "flamboyant and flashy" entrance that would "take the eye of every citizen by storm"

We were allowed to use lights and smoke and outfits that day. I couldn't help it when a smile formed on my lips at the memory of our group on stage looking absolutely ridiculous, it's probably one of the only good memories i'll ever have here.

I unzipped my bag and took out my sweats i'd packed earlier. I did a double take and right there, laying on the bottom of my bag, tangled in my earphone strings, was a folded piece of paper. He didn't remember putting that in there. It was probably just a note he'd passed to Megan in class one day that he forgot to take out of his bag. I opened it up expecting a pun or joke insulting one of our teachers, or a question about what they were serving for lunch that day but that's not what it was at all.

We look forward to seeing you, Master of Earth.'

Hold on.

What in the name of FSM is this?! I bet one of the girls put this in here as a joke, they know I love Chens Noodle House. "Haha girls, very funny." I shouted across the locker room.

Yes, the boys and girls used the same one. Nobody ever took showers or actually got changed in them -plus everyone's always rushing to get to their next class on time- and if they did there was separate stalls that locked, although some of them are dodgy so Cole avoids them unless needed, and unfortunately today was one of those days since he'd no classes to get to, they must've slipped it in when he was in there, Sneaky. But there was still no reply, which was expected, but there wasn't any giggling either.

That's weird.

I walked around the corner but there was nobody there. But they just got out of class? Everyone was sweating like dogs in there how did they not need to at least change. The only times they've skipped the changing room run was whe- Wait, was there some meeting he didn't know about. Shoot. He's gonna be murdered by the head instructor, especially if she's in a bad mood, and she will be when he shows up late.

I runs back and grab my duffel bag, shoving the note inside and zipping it up then slamming the locker shut.

Sprinting down the halls towards the assembly room while dodging any instructor that comes in my way. If they see me i'm sure to be expelled and then what will I do? If I gets kicked out of school i've nowhere to go and it's not like I can go home my father would murder me, right after the head teacher.

There! The assembly door. I peek in to see that there is, in fact, a meeting being held. FSM why did I have to get changed today, could've avoided this whole situation.

What am I meant to do now, just walk in? … well I mean if I do I'll get expelled but if I don't I won't be able to show my face at school again because the second she sees me she'll expel me for not being at the meeting. It's a lose-lose situation.

I really hate this place.

I look down at the duffel bag in his hands and gets reminded of the note inside. 'Tournament Of Elements' If the girls were at the meeting they couldn't have put the note inside my bag, which meant the Tournament was real. He could be the Master of Earth and if he actually was then maybe he didn't have to stay here for the rest of his life. Maybe he could be someone and actually make a difference like he's always wanted. Maybe he had a chance and just maybe this could be destiny.

The only problem is his dad. They'll call him the second the meetings adjourned and he'll murder me for missing anything.

…

Well then I better be quick.

Jay tied the black and blue wires together holding them in place as he flicked on the switch. Please work.

A shock went through his body, it did hurt a little bit but he's gotten used to it by now.

"Shoot." He groaned. He's been trying to get this stupid thing to work for hours but every time he tries to switch it on it shocks himself, and he really doesn't want his dad to have a heart attack on his birthday.

He doesn't understand what he's doing wrong. Maybe the ratio was wrong? or maybe he just didn't calculate the dynamics properly? Ugh. He wishes he could just ask someone but his dad was the only person who got this stuff and he wasn't about to spoil the surprise just so he could actually have a present. He could do this on his own.

"Jay, honey! Dinners ready sugar!"

"Coming!"

He quickly grabbed the sheet beside his legs and threw it over his project. He then placed his 'Jays work! No peaking!' sign on top then stood back to check if any sides were peaking out.

He's been working on this for a month trying to get it exactly right. It needed to be perfect for his dad. He's done so much for Jay and he just wants to give something back in return for all those years of taking care of him and teaching him about mechanics and engineering in the first place. He just wants his dad to be happy.

When he walked in the door he was immediately hit with a wave of his moms cooking, he loved that smell, it reminded him of home and warmth and made him feel safe.

He pulled out a chair and went to sit down before being interrupted by his mum, shoving him over to the sink and handing him the soap bottle.

"You've been out all day in the yard, you'll get grease and muck in your dinner." He always forgets.

"Oh, you got a letter in the mail today, son." His dad piped in from the table, standing up and grabbing an envelope that was sitting on the counter.

Jay dried his hands before taking it and thanking his father. He didn't usually get letters, he didn't really have any friends so it was probably an aunt or uncle writing to him, but then again they don't send him letters unless it's for his birthday, and that wasn't until March.

He opened it, sitting down on his chair, -closest one to the front door- and pulling out a piece of paper with a fancy design. It had red swirls up and down the sides and was neatly folded in three sections. He read the writing trying hard not to get distracted by the design of the paper anymore.

We look forward to seeing you, Master of Lightning.'

Um? I'm sorry.. WHAT?!

What does that even mean?! Master of Lightning?! As in an elemental master?

That's?! that's… that's so cool.

But also what, how is that even possible, for that to be true he'd have to be related to an elemental master and his parents really don't seem like the type. Speaking of parents they probably noticed the look on his face because now they were questioning if he'd a fever or if he felt faint.

"I'm okay!" His mum brushed his hair from his forehead to place a hand there instead. "Mum- really i'm fine! just a weird letter."

"Oh, what's it about dear?" His mums hand retreated back to her side but she still seemed worried, which was understandable considering his eyes were still wide as saucers.

He thought about brushing it off, and making up some story, but he couldn't lie to his parents.

"It says i'm an elemental master, but I know that's not true so it's probably just a prank letter from a kid at school or something." He didn't think it was that big of a deal but now his parents were making weird eyes at each other and nodding then shaking their heads. It wasn't that far fetched to think it was from one of his classmates, was it? They did stuff like this all the time. "What's wrong?"

They looked at each other again then to me then back to each other.

"Mum?..Dad?"

"Well, Jay, there has been something we've been meaning to tell you." His mum started, she looked serious and.. sort of guilty?

"Ah, but gee-willickers, there was just no easy way to say it." His dad was smiling every few words, but he didn't look happy.

Jay grabbed at his fingers and began fidgeting.

"You see, son, you're uh… you're adopted."

Suddenly time felt still, like it had froze just for him and he couldn't breathe, he'd forgotten how. It couldn't be true, could it? They had to have been joking because there was no way they weren't his real parents. There was just no way. It felt too real, he was just like them. Jay wanted to go back to a few seconds before and insist they keep the information to themselves. It wasn't something he'd wanted to hear.

"-ur doorstep when you were just a baby, along with this address and key." He heard as he came back to reality. He got handed a key and another letter -FSM, not another one- "Oh, you were just so gosh darn cute." His mum complimented, grabbing at his cheek.

He felt a hand rest on his shoulder. "And we gladly raised you as our own ever since." Jay turned to his dad who gave him a smile but all he could do was look at the note he'd just been handed, was it really from his birth parents? That feels so weird to say.

"We're sorry son, I hope this doesn't change anything." My da- um, my.. person who raised him?

He still felt like a dad, he had done everything a dad was supposed to do -not that he could ever know what an actual dad was meant to do anymore- he'd talked to me, protected me, he'd even been there when Jay needed him, plus he'd taught him everything he knew about machines. It just felt different now he guessed, as if his dad was a completely different person now than before. Which is ridiculous because his dad's exactly the same person he was five seconds ago, when Jay didn't know he was left on their doorstep.

Jay was left on their doorstep, and they took him in. No questions asked, just picked him up and raised him as if he was actually their son. This was stupid, they raised me, not whoever had left him the letter and key, and as far as Jay's concerned they were his real parents.

But then what about the Tournament thing, does that mean he could be related to an elemental master, maybe it was one of his birth parents.

"Should I go?" Jays mouth moved faster than his brain, as usual, he didn't even know if he wanted to go. After all he knew nothing about his powers and a 'Tournament' didn't seem like they'd be sitting around chatting.

"That's not our decision to make, son." He faltered a little when saying that last part but Jay ignored it. "This is something you have to figure out on your own." His dad smiled at him once more.

"And we'll support whatever decision you decide on sweetie."

They were both looking at him like he was their whole world. He never wanted to leave their sides, but this was something he felt obligated to do, like if he didn't go he wouldn't be living up to his full potential as a person.. so, guess he's going then.

"Alright, Tournament of Elements here I come!"

"Ughhh." Lloyd huffed, throwing his head back and running a hand down his face.

He'd just lost one of their clients, one with a somewhat large income, so that'll be no more meals for him for a while. Why did life have to be so hard.

He was still stranding outside the front door, just staring at it, struggling to turn the handle. If he was being honest, he was really contemplating whether or not his roommates would hate him enough for this to just kick him out, or if they'd be asleep by now and he could just slip our early in the morning to avoid having that conversation for a few days. Maybe he could get the customer back and they'd never know?

Who was he kidding, it was only half nine and they've no early deliveries tomorrow, they'd probably just sat down for dinner. Ah, leftover take-away with a side of apple slices, nothing better in life than a meal that feels like home.

They'd be fine with it, they've been through enough together, things much worse than this.

He finally had the courage to turn the handle, shoving the door forward -stupid rusted joints- trying not to hit the wall, he's pretty sure if he did again it'd make a hole straight through. He shut the door after himself only to reveal a pile of mail laying behind it. Ughh, they never picked up the mail, maybe they need a system. Like a bowl to put it in or something.

He made his way towards the kitchen where he could already hear voices.

"You know you can pick up the mail, it's not gonna kill you." Lloyd said, dropping the letters onto the table.

Brad sat at the table, now looking down onto the huge pile of mail Lloyd had just unleashed onto him. Gene was off to the side a bit, sprawled out on our couch, which we got for half off because of a guy Brad knew had given him a discount because he 'needed it to be looked after for a while.' He never came back though so hopefully that means we can keep it.

"Now why would I do that when we have you." Brad spoke, a cheeky smile on his lips.

"What if there's business deals in those and we missed them." Lloyd defended, throwing his hands up slightly.

"They'd know better than to use a letter through the front door." Brad replied as he went to sort the letters into piles. He was right, but still.

"Want food?" Gene asked, pointing towards the fridge.

Lloyd thought about it for a second, He hadn't eaten since this morning but then again he had just lost a huge client of ours so he needed to cut back on luxuries, such as eating more than one meal a day. "Nah i'm good." He decided, and sat down on the chair next to Brad.

Then they looked at him, and he knew exactly what it meant.

"What?" Lloyd said, pretending to not know what he did in fact know, they couldn't prove anything anyways.

"Lloyd-" Brad started but he knew where it was going, the look in Brads eyes said it all.

"I don't need another lecture." He cut in.

"Clearly you do." Brad said, this time with a bit of bite. "You can't do this again."

"Do what?"

"You know what."

Then nobody talked. Lloyd did know what, but that's not what was happening this time. He just couldn't tell them right now, he'd get the client back tomorrow and this'll all be dealt with.

Brad went back to sorting the mail, after a minute of intensely examining Lloyd with his eyes, and Gene stopped looking around like he was intruding on something, instead getting up to clean his plate off at the sink.

"You've a letter." Brad announced breaking the -severely painful- silence. He stuck out his hand over to Lloyd who took the letter from him and opened it, not very delicately, reading the words silently.

We look forward to seeing you, Master of Energy.'

PFFTT, that's gotta be the most creative one yet. He crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the bin across the room.

"What was that about?" Gene asked loudly, so they could hear him over the water running.

"Some prank letter about an Element Tournament thing hosted by the one and only Master Chen." Lloyd said throwing his hands up for some pizazz.

"The noodle guy?" Brad asked holding back a laugh. Lloyd nodded, trying to hold back his own laughter. "How do they even get our address." Brad said through giggles.

"What?!" Gene practically screamed. His eyes were wide and he ran towards the bin, searching for the paper.

"Jeez, talk about trust issues." Brad said looking over at Lloyd with his hand up and his thumb pointing towards Gene. Then the laughter came back and Brads face turned red which only fueled the laughter even more. Gene just huffed like a baby in the corner.

"Shut it, fsm. Master Chen, ring any bells?" He said swinging the paper in front of our faces. We stopped our laughing fit and stared at Gene, then each other, to see if either of us had any clue what he was talking about, then back to Gene and we just shrugged.

Gene sighed, muttering what Lloyd was sure was an insult, "Mr. Goldwicks class, Term two, Year 6." Our confused looks didn't vanish. Not our fault Gene memorized the whole curriculum every year. "Master Chen was the guy who befriended the serpentine during the Serpentine War, remember? He went all crazy and turned on his own kind. He's the reason we have to learn that dead language."

Various 'oh' sounds were made, which only made Gene sigh more and call us 'uncultured, uneducated morons', which was uncalled for in Lloyds opinion.

"You have to go!" Brad suddenly exclaimed sounding very high pitched.

"Why?" He'd things to do here, like get that client back. He couldn't just go off and leave them with that burden.

"It's probably a criminal cult or gang, Oh! Maybe you'll see Samuki! If you do, tell him about me. Oh, and get his autograph, obviously." Brad said.

Lloyd rolled his eyes, "Obviously."

"You know he's a pretty rich guy, he's probably giving out some award for this Tournament." Gene piped in, eyes still glued to the letter.

"We could use money like that, the shower heads been broken for months, i've had to resort to washing my hair in the sink." Brad said, grimacing at the thought.

We could do with the money, but it wasn't a guarantee and Lloyd didn't know if he could afford a risk like that right now. Then again they didn't have much to lose, and if he did end up getting the prize maybe they wouldn't kick him out as long as he was bringing in money. Although, who knows if Chen is even giving out money. It could just be a conference disguised as a meeting, people do that all the time, disguising one thing as the other to lure people in thinking they'll win money and jewels.

"I don't know." Lloyd finally said. "I don't wanna get into something we can't handle right now."

"What are you talking about, we can handle this! It's what we've been waiting for, a chance to prove ourselves. We're criminals Lloyd." Braid said, rather whiny.

"I know but this could be dangerous, I mean this guy went against his own kind. What does that tell you about him, he's probably gonna do the same thing again." Lloyd defended, he really didn't like the idea. It gave him a bad feeling, and his gut has never let him down before.

"I say you go." Gene walked over and grabbed Lloyds shoulders, kneeling on the ground in front of where he was sitting. "We need this money Lloyd. We can't just pass off an opportunity like this." He looked up at Lloyd with the worst puppy dog eyes ever, he was never good at them. Then Lloyd turned to Brad for help, only to find him with the exact same look.

Lloyd sighed, rolling his eyes to the back of his head. "Fine. I'll go."

Cheers and victory dances erupted right in front of him, which brought a smile onto Lloyds face. Gene doing what could be considered the running man but to be honest Lloyd wasn't sure and Brad joining in with the sprinkler. They pulled Lloyd out of his chair and in the end they were all dancing in the kitchen together, the only thing lighting up the room now was the lights from the street lamps. He was gonna miss this.

"Thank you." Zane shoots a smile as a reply as the customers leave.

They'd left a pretty good tip so he was quite happy about that. It'll mean he gets to eat something other than leftovers from the restaurant for dinner. Maybe he'll cook something? Have a nice homemade stew for a change.

"Hello and welcome to the Star Restaurant, I will be your waiter and chef this evening." He says letting himself go on autopilot, he was good at that, just letting his body take over and do the right thing.

A man takes a seat in front of Zane and slides over a paper with an order written on it. This wasn't anything unusual they got a lot of customers who were coming in on behalf of their bosses or a colleague, usually they'd call in ahead of time to avoid build up in customers, but this didn't seem like a big order anyways.

Zane got to work slicing vegetables and cutting up the chicken. The man didn't talk, which was fine as well, not everyone wanted to have a conversation, although this was the type of place you'd go for one, but this guy looked very closed off with his hood up covering most of his face. All Zane could see was a mustache and his mouth -which wasn't very helpful at identifying him- peaking out from under where the hood stopped.

Zane finished up the meal, it didn't take long, and placed it into a take-out box ready with a set of chopsticks wrapped in a paper wrapper. Then read out the payment due and waited for it. The man took the food and slipped, once again, a note over to him along with the money.

Zane was a bit confused but maybe it was something for next time, or a cheque.

We look forward to seeing you, Master of Ice.'

That couldn't be right. Maybe that man had placed it here by accident. "Excuse me s-"

He was gone? He was just there though, and he didn't move fast from what Zane had observed.

He read the letter over once more and thought about it. He had never remembered where he came from or was born, nothing about his hometown or family. His therapist thinks it's amnesia but they haven't quite figured out what from. He just simply doesn't remember, doesn't have any memories before waking up in a cabin out in the snowy forests. He could only begin to imagine the things that could've happened to him prior.

Maybe this note was for him? Maybe it was whoever had put him there coming back to explain to him everything he's been wanting to know for years. He could finally have the answer. He just had to go to this Tournament.

He doesn't understand the 'Master of Ice' part but it was the Tournament of Elements and if his knowledge is anything to go by it could be referring to the Elemental Masters. That would mean he was the current Master of Ice, he doesn't remember possessing any abilities related to that but there isn't much he can remember. Maybe that's who left him, the previous Master of Ice, his.. father? He guessed.

His shift wasn't over for another three hours so he'd have to pack quickly when he got back to the apartment if he wanted to be at the pier by midnight.

Though he had a feeling he wouldn't be needing much.