Long Time No See (Ninjago post-Rebooted AU)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 (Jay)

Three years ago, Ninjago City University

"Mail for Jason Walker."

The mailman bursts into the lecture theatre, rather abruptly interrupting our lecture on child psychology. Needless to say, the professor is not impressed.

"Well, Mr Walker. Could you please make yourself known to this... subject... so that the rest of us can continue with our class?" He demands.

Great, just what I've needed... luckily, my seat is at one end of the row, so I don't have to disturb my classmates any further as I get up.

I walk up the stairs to the back of the lecture hall, where the mailman is patiently waiting for me.

I can't help but wonder how he has found me here.

"That's my job." He simply states as he hands me the official looking letter. "Have a good day, Jay Walker." He winks at me and leaves.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised that he also knows who I am.

When I was still a Ninja, he was always able to locate us, no matter where we were – at Sensei Wu's monastery on top of the Mountain of Impossible Height, on the Destiny's Bounty flying across Ninjago, in the middle of the Sea of Sands, he probably would have even found us during a secret undercover mission... why didn't we use his detective skills when we were trying to locate the Fang Blades? We could have just sent a postcard to Pythor and follow the mailman to his base...

And why have my former teammates never used him now to contact me? They are still sending regular letters for me to my parents' address. Well, maybe they aren't thinking of this option. Or maybe they want to give me the choice whether to accept their mail or not.

The latter is the case, I just keep telling my mum to throw their letters away whenever there's a new one. Even after three years, I am still hurting from what happened.

A few weeks ago, a very fancy looking letter arrived from the Ninja. When Mum sent me a photo, I immediately recognised Cole's handwriting on the elegant silver grey paper.

And just from the look of it, there was no doubt about it what it was: a wedding invitation.

I wasn't able to sleep for about two weeks after that; the idea of my ex-girlfriend getting married to my ex-best friend simply broke my heart for the second time.

I look at the envelope in my hand. There's nothing fancy about this one. It is plain white, with only my full name printed onto it.

I turn it around to look at the sender, it is from a solicitor here in town. Can't hurt to read this right now, can it?

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Dear Mr Walker,

I am writing to inform you that your father has passed. You have inherited all his worldly possessions, including his estate and lots of money.

Please contact our office at your earliest convenience.

Yours sincerely,

...

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My dad? I struggle to swallow back the bile rising up my throat.

"Uhm, excuse me." With shaking hands, I shove my notes and pens into my backpack – I don't bother picking up the pencil that I drop - and scramble out of the lecture hall.