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Garmadon stood at the monastery door. He wasn't sure why he was there; Lloyd, Ninja, and Wu were somewhere training.
The only one there with him was Misako. He wanted to talk to her. He didn't fully remember his past, but he remembered his conversations with Misako. He always enjoyed spending time with her; she understood him.
"Does she understand me now?" They had talked a few times, mostly about Lloyd, avoiding a topic that wasn't easy to broach.
He gathered himself and knocked.
"Garmadon?" Misako said, surprised. "Lloyd isn't here."
"I know," Garmadon replied. "I wanted to talk."
"About Lloyd?" Misako asked, setting something she held on the floor.
"No, actually..." He stumbled. "I don't know. I just wanted to talk to someone."
"Alright," she said gently. "Then come in; what are you waiting for?"
He entered and sat at the table. Misako sat across from him.
"So, tell me," she said. "What's bothering you now?"
He didn't say anything; he just stood there. He didn't really know what was bothering him. Something about her evoked a feeling. He presumed it was love. But with that love came immense guilt.
The feeling that he constantly caused harm and that he could never be good enough For her, Lloyd, Wu, and their father...
"I'm sorry," he said, not knowing what else to say.
Misako looked into his eyes for a long time. After he returned to help Lloyd and the ninjas, she could see traces of the man she loved in him. As if he wanted to come out but couldn't.
"You don't have to be sorry. You were evil."
"I don't want to talk about that," Garmadon interrupted. "I'm sorry for agreeing to be evil again. For coming back and destroying lives, yours, Lloyd's, Wu's..."
"You didn't destroy our lives, Garmadon." Misako cut him off mid-sentence. "I know you came back to save Ninjago. I can even say that I'm glad you did."
"Why?" Garmadon was completely confused. "I'm not the person I used to be." He stood up.
"Yes, you are," Misako replied confidently, which scared her. "I know you are; I can see it. You just have to allow yourself to come out."
"I can't do it alone," Garmadon sadly said. "We'll help you," Misako told him, standing and grabbing his hand. "Lloyd, Wu, me, the ninjas."
"Seriously?" Garmadon asked with disbelief.
"Absoulutly." She said that and smiled warmly at him.
"Why?" Garmadon asked again, not understanding why they wanted to help him.
"Have you ever considered that your family loves you?" Misako's tone was serious. "That Lloyd needs you?"
"Do you need me?"Garmadon smiled suddenly, letting his emotions come out. Misako always had a way of cheering him up.
Regardless, he still couldn't stop loving her. He held her hand tighter and brought it to his lips, giving her a small kiss.
"I'm glad to hear that. And if you I need me too, I will definitely accept your help." He said that and smiled at her.
"You really haven't changed," Misako said and sighed. "Yes, I need you,"she said, smiling sincerely at him.
"Then we have a deal?" he smiled even more.
"We do."She said.
He pulled her into an embrace. "I swear, I love you, Misako," he said as he let her rest her head on his chest and gently caressed her.
"I just needed time to find myself again. I don't remember everything from the past. I remember that I lied to you, that I took some Wu from Wu.
"Forget about that," Misako interrupted him abruptly. "You were forgiven a long time ago."
"Are you sure?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
"One hundred percent."
"Thank you," Garmadon told her, gently grabbing her chin. "I promise to work on my relationship with you, our son, and the others."
"I know you will," she said. "I truly love you, and I want you to come back."
"Can I then?" he asked. "
Misako laughed. "I guess you can."
Garmadon held her tighter around the waist and leaned own to give her a kiss. Misako placed one hand over his shoulder and the other on his neck as he deepened the kiss.
There was something special about how their lips met. His flat tongue slid over her teeth. She tilted her head slightly to taste him better as she let their lips meet again.
She couldn't help it. She still couldn't stop loving him.