(WARNING: CONTAINS CONTENT THAT MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO CERTAIN VIEWERS. ALSO CONTAINS BOTH MILD VERBAL LANGUAGE AND STRONG LANGUAGE THAT IS SHOWN INSTEAD OF VERBALIZED.)

Harumi's P.O.V

Where am I? 

I look up, and watch a girl with her parents in a building in Ninjago. The city is being attacked by the Great Devourer. I watch as the elevator doors nearly shut, and I get a glimpse of the girl's face. Suddenly, I know where I am. 

Helplessly watching, the girl screams and cries as her parents shove her into the elevator. "Take her!" I hear, the words deformed by the odd ringing sound of the air. A tear treks down the girl's cheek, and she reaches out for her parents. 

"We love you, Harumi." 

"No! Mommy, daddy, please!" She screams, and I break into a run. "You have to go with her!" I shake the arm of the man, my father. "You can't leave her!" But my hands pass through him, like I'm a ghost, and the words are silent to all. I turn to the woman, my mother, and try to pull her. "You can't leave her! She'll die without you!" I scream, but no one hears. No one sees me, like I'm invisible. 

"There's another way! I can get you out another way!" I yell, tears streaming down my cheeks, my face an older version of the little girl's. It's too late, because the elevator door closes with a loud bang. 

I jolt up in bed and see Y/N, who had just closed the door behind her. "Oh, sorry if I woke you. You were mumbling in your sleep. Cole's attempt at making eggs even made the fire alarm go off." She laughs lightly. So that explains the odd ringing noise and the bang. She spots my expression, which is shock. I can feel the tears on my face, and I look away sharply, trying to subtly wipe them. "Harumi, are you okay?" The question repeats in my mind. It sounds genuine, sincere, but I know she hates me. She doesn't deserve to know how I feel. 

"I'm locked in a stupid small room in a big dumb boat of a bunch of naive, useless little ninja." My voice is sharp and defensive. "So yes, I'm having a very wonderful time." 

I hear her sigh and she places something on the bed. I glance over to see it's a new plate of food. Y/N takes my old plate, which I devoured last night soon after she left. "I brought you these, too. I figured you could use them." She sets down a green bag. "Open it." She prompts me, and I roll my eyes. "If that will shut you up." 

"It will." 

Inside are quite a variety of products. Shampoo, body wash, soap, hand and body towels, a hairbrush, hair ties, dental care, chapstick, lotion, a two pairs of jeans, one black and one light denim, a green v-neck, a black boyfriend t-shirt, a white tank top, a pair of leggings, a hoodie, socks, feminine products, under garments, a pair of shoes, and a blanket. 

"I uh, hope it all fits." Y/N breaks my silence. I'm a little shocked at all this. "It's all new, by the way." I finger the chapstick gently, rubbing my lips together slowly. They were cracked and about to bleed again. And I could use a shower, a change of clothes, and I'm nearing my per--

"I can leave if you want to, you know, shower or something." Y/N breaks my train of thought again. "And make sure you eat something, too." She nods to the plate. I want so badly to show my appreciation, in fear gifts like these will be revoked if I'm not polite, but my pride gets the better of me. 

"What? That robot boy cook this again?" Y/N shakes her head. "No. I did." I look back down at the plate. There were two eggs for eyes, a bacon mouth, and a pancake for a face. There's a cup of orange juice as well. I scowl. "How old do you think I am? Three?" 

"You're never to old for a smiley breakfast!" Y/N replies cheerfully, then leaves swiftly. I end up eating the childish looking breakfast, which takes delicious, actually. The first thing I do after this is shower. The hot water and soap feels so good, that once I'm in, I'm in there for at least half an hour. I change into the light jeans and the black shirt, put on a pair of socks, and brush my teeth. I let my hair dry before I brush it out, because wet hair is so cold. It turns out that brushing hair is very hard. Someone in the palace had done it for so long that I forgot how long it took, especially with my hair. I shudder as I think of the palace, of the abuse I had received living there. On the outside, it looked rich and shiny, but on the inside, it was a horrible mess. I shove it to the back of my mind with my nightmare and finish brushing out my hair. As I'm liberally apply the chapstick, I hear a knock on the door. "Is it okay if I come in?" I guess I don't have a choice, I think. 

"You can do whatever you want, right? You live here." 

Y/N's POV

"I just wanted to check." I smile as I enter. I take Harumi in. She still isn't back to healthy, but a hot shower and change of clothes can do wonders for a person. "You look nice." 

"Of course I do." She replies arrogantly. "What did you come in here to do? Lock me up? Question me? Flaunt your power over me?" But I shake my head. 

"No, the ninja are out on a mission and--" I realize my mistake, and see Harumi smirk at my folly. I decide to continue as if I meant to tell her the trained elemental masters who could totally stop Harumi if need be had left the building. "The ninja are out on a mission, and it's always so lonesome without them here. Sensei's always meditating and Misako has other things to do and, well, you know, I thought you could use the company just as much as I could." This is a bold statement, at which Harumi laughs at. 

"Yeah, right." She sits on the bed. 

"Oh, I brought you this." I hold out a water bottle, clutching another one for myself. "Welllll?" 

"Well what?" She looks agitated. 

"Where's your manners?" I ask in a singsong voice. 

She glowers at me. "Thanks. You're really number one." She flips me off. I try not to look shocked and continue, "Well then, anything you want to talk about?" 

"Why the hell do you think I want your company?" She asks, purple eyes narrowed. Her eyes always seem to glow more in this, ah, interesting mood. 

"Eh, I dunno. It's kinda my job to watch you. Plus I'd like to be kept company if I were a prisoner." 

"Well, I'm not you, sweetie." She spits bitterly, looking down. "Get your sunshine ass outta here." I sigh. Tracing my fingers on the water bottle, I create a frowny face. "It would be a lot easier if you just went along with it. We could have left you out to face your own chances of survival. But we didn't. So please cooperate and it will be faster for the both of us." 

There's no answer. 

"The feeling is mutual." I state. "I can feel it. You hate me just as much as I hate you. The only difference is, there's nothing for you to hate me for." I get up and leave the room, locking the door. 

Harumi's POV

She's right. 

She's right and I know it and I hate it. 

She's been nothing but kind. Shoving her emotions down to take care of me and what have I done to show her that I'm at least grateful I'm still alive? 

Nothing. 

I didn't deserve to live. I hated myself more than I hated anyone. Tears stung in my eyes, and I let them roll down my cheeks. I wished they left me alone out in the world. I wish they had let someone find me and take revenge for my selfishness. I wish I had already died. 

Everyone here in the Destiny's Bounty did stuff for other people. They loved each other. They were a family. I feeling I lost the day my parents died. My real parents, not the morons in the castle. I felt alone here, but I didn't want to show it. I am selfish and I know it. There's nothing that I've ever done but to benefit myself, well, except for giving food to the homeless. That was the only thing the abuse in the castle gave me: an urge to make sure people were well cared-for. But after the day I met the ninja, I embraced the darkness. I lived for free on the Bounty. I led the Sons of Garmadon for my own personal gain. And I took advantage of Lloyd. All so I could be seen, known, and heard. To be the Quiet One no more. 

But I've never felt more invisible. 

(Hope you liked it! Next chapter coming soon! Please comment your thoughts, I'll be taking requests soon! This is where the story really kicks off. P.S.: The picture is for all you Lloyd lovers ;).)