so i finally posted this. i'm just reallllly nervous... so yes, this is my first ever XS fan fiction, so i'm sorry if i made any huge mistakes... and...and... oh yes, i'm sorry if someone has a Shen Gong Wu that they dont really have at this time (this story takes place right after Citadel of Doom) but it just fit into the story...
and i dont own Xiaolin Showdown. nope. so dont sue. it isnt nice. (lol)
okay, on with the story...
"Rai!" Kimiko shouted. "Rai, wake up!"
Raimundo just stirred, and put one hand up, trying to wave her away. "C'mon…just a few more minutes?"
"RAI! You have to get up to help us with the chores!" Kimiko replied, placing her hands on her hips.
Raimundo turned over again. At least when I worked with Wuya, she didn't make me do chores. It's a Saturday, people! Otherwise known as the WEEKEND.
"Hello, Kimiko! Did you awaken Raimundo yet?" Omi asked as he walked into the sleeping area, smiling widely.
"No, he's just being LAZY!" Kimiko answered, saying the last part so that Raimundo would be sure to hear her.
"Do not worry, I have the perfect plan! A plan worthy of a great Xiaolin Apprentice like me." Omi took out the Orb of Tornami from his robes and shot an evil smile at Kimiko. "Orb of Tornami!" he shouted, and a huge wave of cold water washed over the half-asleep Raimundo.
Raimundo jumped up and swore inwardly. "I'm awake already." He shoved Kimiko and Omi out of his room. "Now unless I'm going to be mopping, I better get dry clothes on… I'll be there in a second."
Luckily for Xiaolin Apprentices, there weren't a lot of chores that needed to be doing. So while they were waiting for Raimundo, they did their own chores.
"And that's how Omi woke up Rai! You should've seen him — he looked like a wet cat!" Kimiko finished, her sentence choking off into a stifled laugh as she remembered the sight.
Clay laughed. "I can just picture that!"
Omi gave another mischievous smile and joined in the laughing.
Just then, Raimundo came in. He looked to his friends. "What's so funny?"
The other three stared at him for a second, and then burst out laughing again.
Raimundo glared at them all and tried to dismiss it. "So… What do chores do I have to do?" he asked, directing his question to Omi, who always memorized the list the Master Fung had shown them.
"We are already done with our chores!" he exclaimed happily. "You, on the other arm—"
"On the other hand," Clay corrected.
"That too!" Omi cleared his throat. "You need to wash the dishes and hand-scrub the Great Hall's floor." He folded his arms across his chest, smiled again, and handed Raimundo a bucket of water and a scrub brush. "You can get started with the scrubbing."
"Why do I get the feeling that I got stuck with the crappy chores? Is this because I didn't wake up exactly when you wanted me to? 'Cause if it is…," Raimundo let his sentence trail off.
"Oh, no, my friend! It is because you are not yet a Xiaolin Apprentice! Every monk knows that Xiaolin Apprentices have less chores than—"
"I get the point," Raimundo said bitterly as he set off towards the Great Hall.
Kimiko and Clay gazed after him, feeling a slight cold breeze as Raimundo left. They both followed Omi to the breakfast table.
"Don't you think that was a little harsh, Omi? You know how Rai feels about you reminding him that he's not a Xiaolin Apprentice," Kimiko said, taking a small pancake and pouring syrup on it.
"Perhaps it will push him to work harder so he can become an apprentice?" Omi asked hopefully, taking a bite out of one of his own pancakes.
"I don't know, partner. It could just make him bitter," Clay pointed out as he finished his tenth pancake.
"Hey, guys! Where's Raimundo?" Dojo asked as he climbed up to the table and helped himself to one of the pancakes.
"He's scrubbing the floor in the Great Hall," Kimiko provided.
"Oooh… So Master Fung stuck him with that job? Well, I sure hope Raimundo can handle it. Some of the crud that's in between the tiles have been there for fifteen hundred years!" Dojo exclaimed. "That better be his only chore for the day… 'Cause it's gonna take him all day!"
Kimiko winced. "Well, he does have to do the dishes…"
Dojo mirrored Kimiko's wince. "That is bad. Are you sure that you didn't just stick all of the hard jobs on Raimundo?"
"Omi's the one who told Raimundo what was on the list this morning," Clay said.
But when Dojo and Kimiko looked around for Omi, he was no where to be seen.
"Do you really think Omi would do something like that?" Kimiko asked.
"I don't know," Dojo replied. "He might still have some…uh…trust issues…with Raimundo."
He thinks Rai is going to go back to work with Wuya? But that's all over now. I mean, yeah, Raimundo did betray us…, Kimiko mused. She dismissed the thought. I don't think Omi would do that. I bet those are just the chores that Master Fung gave to Raimundo because…he hasn't been around for a few days to do chores, and he needs to…catch up. Yeah.
Raimundo finally put away his bucket and scrub brush. Scrubbing the Main Hall's floor didn't take too long, but it goes a lot faster when your mind is determined not to wander.
Raimundo just used the same system over and over. Focus. Absolute focus. And don't move on until that part is clean. And every time he ran into a bunch of sticky junk, or a particularly stubborn stain, it would just be a little bump in the road. He repeated the system for every tile on the floor.
And he was satisfied when he was done. The Great Hall's floor was so clean, it wouldn't need to be cleaned again for another fifteen hundred years.
He was on his way to the next big mission: Operation Dish. He passed the breakfast table, and found that only syrup coated plates waited for him.
He took up the dirty dishes and kept going, hearing his stomach growl, but ignoring it as he finally made it to the sink.
A huge pile of dishes stood before him, looking as tall as the Leaning Tower of Pisa. And if that wasn't bad enough, it was leaning like the Leaning Tower of Pisa too.
This just isn't my day, Raimundo thought. First I have to hand-scrub a floor that's almost as big as a football field, my friends leave me no breakfast, I'm starving, and now I have to clean these dishes.
He picked up the first dish, thinking, This is going to be a long day.
"Where is Raimundo?" Master Fung asked the three apprentices.
"I think he is still doing his chores," Omi answered.
Master Fung nodded slightly. "Well, we must continue. This exercise does not include Raimundo anyway." He gestured to a difficult looking obstacle course. "This, as you can see, is not the usual obstacle course you train on. Since you are now Xiaolin Apprentices, this will be your new training course." He then indicated the Shen Gong Wu to the side. "You each may choose one of the Shen Gong Wu to use in the course, and you cannot use the Golden Tiger Claws."
So Omi chose the Orb of Tornami, Kimiko chose the Star Hanabi, and Clay chose the Mantis Flip Coin.
"Take your positions," Master Fung ordered. And when he saw that the three monks were calm and ready, he said, "You may begin."
An hour later, Raimundo came out from doing the dishes and made his way over to where Master Fung was standing. He could see the others on a new obstacle course that had "Xiaolin Apprentice" plastered all over it. Not literally of course.
He watched as Omi shot a spiral of water out of the Orb of Tornami that instantly turned to ice. His hands itched for the Sword of the Storm, or the Golden Tiger Claws. But ever since he came back, he hadn't been allowed to use the Shen Gong Wu. He assumed that Master Fung didn't trust him.
"Okay," Master Fung shouted to the three apprentices. "You may go and eat lunch now." And he turned and went inside.
"Hey, Rai!" Kimiko called as she, Omi and Clay went over to Raimundo.
"Hi," Raimundo grumbled, and he followed the others to get lunch.
When the four monks sat down, Kimiko said, "We're really sorry that we didn't leave you anything to eat for breakfast."
"Yeah, that was pretty much my fault," Clay added. "I ate ten big ones."
Raimundo waved his hand in a nonchalant motion. "No worries, I wasn't hungry anyway." But he was betrayed by his stomach, which growled loudly — making Kimiko scrunch up her face in guilt.
"I apologize, my friend," Omi said. "I guess that we have not gotten used to having four people eating again!"
Raimundo didn't answer. He sighed inwardly. They'll never treat me the same, will they? Can't they understand? Wuya caught me at an especially bad time… I just caved!
A light breeze graced the four young monks, although the breeze was surprisingly cold for a day where it is eighty-five degrees outside.
Kimiko hugged herself, giving a slight shiver. "What's with the creepy breeze?" She looked to the boys, expecting an answer. But all she saw was Omi already eating lunch, Clay pouring a glass of milk, and Raimundo looking strangely deep in thought and guarded. "Did someone leave a window open?"
Finally, Clay shrugged.
Kimiko looked to Raimundo again, and saw his eyebrows crease, as if he had just thought of something troubling. The breeze grew more powerful.
"Rai. Snap out of it!" she said, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
Raimundo's eyes instantly stared at her, the breeze getting even colder as he did so. He then exhaled deeply. "Right. Lunch."
The breeze died abruptly.
Kimiko looked to the window, thinking that it must be open… But it was not. It was closed tight and locked. Cold breezes like that don't just come out of no where, she thought, shivering at the memory of the cold breeze caressing her skin.
Just then, Dojo jumped up onto the table, knocking over Raimundo's plate, splattering his pizza slice all over the floor.
"Hey, kids—!" he saw Raimundo's pizza. "Oops, sorry."
Raimundo sighed. "It's fine."
Kimiko looked to him again. If she recalled correctly, Raimundo didn't eat breakfast. And now he was skipping lunch. Not intentionally, of course, but still…
"A new Shen Gong Wu just activated!" Dojo continued. He opened up the Shen Gong Wu scroll and showed them a picture of a man using some sort of Shen Gong Wu while sitting down. Then a mist came out of the man using the Shen Gong Wu, and the mist went into another man's head. "It's called the Red Robin. It allows the user to go into the mind of someone… and do a lot of things… Find out all of their secrets…Enter their dreams… Find out whatever they're thinking and when they thought it… Enter their memories. The list goes on and on!"
"Then we better get going then!" Clay said, and the four went outside and hopped on the newly resized Dojo.
okay, that's the end of the first...part. i hope you liked it? Maybe you'll like the other chapters better...
I'm not going to post any more chapters unless they're wanted (i can post the next one real soon, since this story is...well in progress) so i suggest you tell me if you want any more.
And please no flames. Constructive stuff can be good, but flaming is mean. (that's my opinion anyway)
Kaisa