Xiaolin Showdown doesn't belong to me. Jesus knows it.

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"Da-da."

Black beady eyes outlined in crinkles widened slightly and stared in astonishment at the little infant currently on the floor and playing his meager simple toys. Before the infant had uttered anything, he had been relaxing in a chair, drinking lukewarm tea and dining on chucky icky-ish soup. Dojo and he were never capable cooks. "What?"

Same black beady eyes stared back at him. "Da-da" And broke into another sun-blinding smile that struck him as sort of cheesy. And seeking attention, wanting attention and needing attention.

"No, no, no, no, not Dada. Master Fung," the monk corrected. Well, Omi finally gave him a name and he had somewhat expected himself to be Omi's first word, but it was Dojo who was Omi's first word...

Omi blinked. "Da-da."

Master Fung reached down and scooped the child and his stuffed dragon up in his arms. Once he sat the little toddler in his lap, he wagged his finger in disapproval.

"No, not your Dada. Never your Dada."

It stung him a bit. But he wasn't the child's father and Omi deserved the truth and truth was important to a monk.

"Da-da?"

"No, Master Fung."

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Too much sugar...I need black coffee. Hehe. Dojo wasn't in this!