Promises (Ninjago's Kai x Reader)

Episode Bonus - Jailbreak

My body reacts before my mind can tell it not to. Both my hands reach out to touch his face. I entirely expect them to go straight through his skin, but then they make contact.

Touching a ghost is nothing how I expected it to be. He was cold, just like any dead person would be, and my hand felt sort of moist. It's what I imagine dunking your hand in liquid nitrogen would feel like. It's a strange sensation and I can't decide if I like it or not.

My fingers seem to have a mind of their own. My thumbs automatically caress his cheeks, sliding up and down the icy skin, hoping the friction would create some warmth.

The ghost boy doesn't stop me, nor does he try to pull away. In fact, he leans into my touch, shutting his eyes and relishing in the feeling. When they open back up, they're glistening. Then, something wet falls until it connects with my hand. Is he crying? I didn't think ghosts could cry. Judging by the widening of his eyes, he didn't either. It makes me want to hug him. Instead I pull away.

"I'm sorry." My voice is quiet, almost inaudible. "I shouldn't've done that."

He blinks a few times to clear his tears, then coughs. "It's fine. I, uh . . ."

"I should go now."

Before he can respond, I turn and continue down the hall.

        ~

I didn't think I'd ever talk to him again. I didn't want to ever talk to him again. Not after that unsolicited thing I did. But here I find myself with him again, alone, just the two of us, with nobody else in sight.

I was sitting in my cell, minding my own business, when suddenly he was outside my door with a judgmental look on his face.

"Shouldn't you be eating dinner?"

"I could ask the same of you," I replied, my gaze still plastered to the wall.

"I wasn't hungry."

I smirked, but didn't look at him. "Funny. My answer's the exact same."

He entered my cell without permission and sat down beside me. "Really? Cause you didn't come to breakfast or lunch either."

"Well, I wasn't hungry then either," I snapped back, acutely aware of how close he was to me. I can feel his coldness radiating onto me. I had to fight back a shiver.

That's how we got to where we are now. I still haven't looked at him. I refuse to look at him. I know I'll break if I do. I'll feel the same pity I felt yesterday, the same urge to hold him in my arms until he feels warm again, the same wanting to be close to him forever, the same desire to be his. God, what is wrong with me?

"I think you're avoiding me," the ghost boy continues matter-of-factly.

My short temper is what made me turn my head. The offence I took to that statement made me look at him, if only to glare. God, is he beautiful.

"How did you know?" I try my hardest to put a snarl in my voice, but it doesn't have the same effect as it would if I didn't have these stupid butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"You're the clone of my best friend. I'd be stupid if I didn't know her tells by now."

The butterflies disappear, replaced by a burning ball of rage. I stand up fast, take two long strides forward, and punch the cement wall infront of me. "I'M NOT HER CLONE!"

I'd be lying if I said that didn't hurt my hand. There's a small crack in the wall now, and that small crack is stained red with blood. Sure enough, when I look down at my fist, my knuckles are bleeding.