Focus, noun: the center of interest or activity. Lloyd did not have this 'focus' nor did he even have a 'train of thought', he had a test tomorrow. Lloyd was chewing on his pencil, that's disgusting. He had to focus. Why couldn't he keep his eyes on his paper for one measly-

"Can you stop talking to yourself, Mr. Garmadon?" His teacher tapped his desk with a ruler, the class laughed. Lloyd slid down his chair from embarrassment, he'd been talking again. "You're disrupting the class."

"He always does this," Someone had whispered.

"The rumors are true, maybe they really are gonna kick him out. I sure hope so," Another had said.

"I heard that he beat the everloving life outta Chen five years ago, for no reason!"

Who said that?

"Yeah, I also heard that he pushed someone off the Lighthouse three years back!"

That was an accident.

"Bet you twenty bucks that he goes to join this dad?"

Stop.

"Think Lloyd Garmadon will join forces with his father?"

Shut up.

"He's such an emotionless freak, just like his father.

"I am not a freak!" Lloyd shouted. His classmates gasped and giggled. Never had Lloyd gotten that mad before, at least not in public.

"Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon, that is enough!" The teacher slapped his ruler on Lloyd's desk, making him flinch a little, his facial expression remained unchanged. Someone snickered at 'Montgomery'. "You've been disrupting this class for the last two days with your random outbursts, as of now, this will result in a week's detention!"

Lloyd buried his face in his hands.

He doesn't apologize.

"I'm going to the bathroom," He said as he grabbed his bag and walked his way out the class. Lloyd ignored the teasing of the other students with words such as 'freak' and 'psychopath', he ignored his impulsive thoughts to hurt someone. That'd be bad.

Lloyd could never get peopleーhumans for specificity, it was a thing he was incapable of. The human emotion was very much foreign to him, he understood why they smiled, he understood why they got mad, he even understood why they laughed. But he never understood why they got sad or why they cried, humans were confusing like that. He found that annoying.

Lloyd wanted to understand, he really did, but he refused to listen to those who would try to teach him.

The janitor's closet smelled like cleaning supplies and screams of pain. He'd be fine there on his own, no one came to bother him, he'd hurt them if they did. They were afraid of him. Good. They should be.

The bully becoming the bullied was a funny thing. Lloyd always felt so conflicted with his actions as a boy who feels nothing but pride in his heritage. But there were contradictions, of course. First, he's a teenager, cursed with the gift of being hated by everyone, and second, he's a raging monster who leaves scars and bruises in his wake.

"Hey, buddy," The door opened. He forgot to lock it. The atmosphere seemed tense, Lloyd doesn't like tense atmospheres. Haha, Kai is that type to make them go away though. "I'd thought you'd be here," Kai kept talking. "I just came from the bathroom and I followed you, are you feeling alright?"

"Hm?" Lloyd only caught bits and pieces of their one-sided conversation, he only answered in the occasional 'Yes' and 'No'. He wanted Kai to go away, to stop asking questions, he wanted him to disappear. Kai placed a hand onto his shoulder, that was one of his best friends, he couldn't disappear. Maybe.

Lloyd wasn't the one to easily trust humans. Heck, he didn't even like them.

"Lloyd, you're not answering my questions. Yes and No aren't the words that I'm looking for," Kai said. Lloyd returned his concerned stare with a blank one. He wasn't even listening, he was too busy thinking of the things he could do to Kai if he didn't leave him alone. Bad things.

"I like being alone, go away," Lloyd responded. "You don't know me, Kai. Not like you think you do," He sighed. "You can't possibly comprehend what I do in here, it's a coping mechanism."

"Coping?" Lloyd said too much. Kai was asking questions now. "Lloyd, what exactly do you do in here?"

"Have you ever wondered why my father attacks Ninjago City so often?" Lloyd changed the subject, completely off topic from what Kai was trying to get at. Kai looked almost hurt. "I come in here to think about that."

That was partially a lie.

"Lloyd, please don't lie to me," Kai said. Kai was onto him, he wasn't buying it. Typical of him. It was like a game of cat and mouse, Lloyd was the feeble mouse, and Kai was the pouncing cat, ready to kill at any moment. "You're a good liar, you know that right? If you have anything you want to say, you might as well say it. I might be able to help you."

"Have you ever wondered why the second-floor janitor's arm is broken?" Lloyd hinted. Kai would never understand. Impulses were hard to avoid. "What about the captain of the Soccer Team who suffers two black eyes? How about the Chess Club, the ones who don't laugh or tease me? Our History teacher who's afraid to speak my name?"

"Lloyd, what did you do." Kai's question was rephrased into a sentence. Whatever. Who cared anyway?

"So what if I broke a couple of bones and ribs, right? I made them promise not to tell," Lloyd searched for some hints that his best friend would agree with him. But that wasn't Kai, the Fire Ninja was all about justice for those who deserved it, and Lloyd most definitely did not deserve justice. "It's a survival instinct,"

"You can't just hurt people and get away with it," Kai protested. Lloyd clenched his jaw, his mother said the exact same thing when he was eleven. "You had no reason to,"

"Maybe I don't. They talk about me like I'm some monster,"

"You are a monster if you hurt people, Lloyd!"

Lloyd doesn't like a lot of things. Especially when someone calls him a monster.

Kai looked anywhere but at him, he failed to see what Lloyd was doing was justified. Was it for fun? For revenge? To clear his so-called 'good' name? Or maybe it was for the personal issues he clearly had.

"I'm going, don't bother following me," Kai turned around. Lloyd was afraid, he hated it. "I can't see-"

"No!" Lloyd shouted. Matching his facial expression to Kai's, he smiled. "No, you will not leave, or I will make you," Grabbing Kai's hand and pulling him towards him, Lloyd locked their hands together. "Please let me explain,"

"Let me go," Kai tried to pull his arms back. Lloyd squeezed his hands, making several joints. Kai winced, indicating that he felt it. "Lloyd, what's the matter with you!?"

"Emotions are a terrible thing among your kind, don't you think?" Lloyd questioned the fire wielder. "I've possibly sunk too far into that hole of hatred for you, spite of nothing," He let out a small chuckle. "I might as well stay there, only where I'm understood, I'll be fine, you'll be fine,"

Since when did he ever talk like that? So formal, yet so threatening?

Lloyd didn't know if inflicting pain was the same thing as getting hurt, it was a theory he was trying to test out. Whenever or not the mediocre human was capable of telling the difference, he was not human for his case. His father was the most terrifying thing the city has ever seen, he wasn't afraid. Lloyd has never been afraid.

He's playing his two-faced hero persona again.

But then again, his father was intentionally trying to kill him, the Green Ninja.

It was a waste of time to try to remember all of his good deeds.

That wasn't his job.

"Just, just promise that you won't tell. Don't leave me like he did," Lloyd felt thirteen again, speaking in sentences that made no sense. Kai had nice eyes. Auburn was a rare color. He found that funny. "Where'd you get that scar?"

"Lloyd, let me go and maybe I'll spare you a roundhouse kick to the face!" His naysayer's efforts were useless, he couldn't understand. It was ridiculous, last time Lloyd had checked, he'd been the weak link between the two. The Oni was a scary thing. Food for thought.

Lloyd eyed Kai's neck and pressed onto his pressure point. His uncle taught them that. The Fire Master's eyes rolled back and he fell. Lloyd just stared at the latter slumped down the floor, asleep. Kai liked tattoos. But Lloyd liked his eyes.

"His fire may burn," Lloyd whispered. "But I know how to put it out,"

Reaching into his bag, Lloyd pulled out a red-feather quill pen, an antique birthday gift from his uncle. Its ink is said to be forged by some kind of special tea, by this woman off the outskirts of the city. Lloyd knows what type of magic it holds, a magic that can give the user the ability to take things. Lloyd already could see, but Kai couldn't. Not anymore.

Lloyd liked taking things.

He gave Kai nice tattoos in ancient letterings only the Garmadons (minus his mother) could read.

Impulses were hard to control.

"Good luck trying to make me see things your way," The Oni looked down before leaving Kai. Alone. In a closet.

It smelled heavily of ink.

After Nya had practically dragged him back home when the janitor found him in their closet, Kai's eyes burned, like he was staring at the sun.

The next morning, Kai woke up screaming with his eyes devoid of all sight but said it was fine.

It was not fine.

He's blind.

What I Hate About Humans:

Humans are pushy and are extremely sympathetic.