Yay, my first XS fic!! Well, this is going to be my first shot at fluff, and there's going to be A LOT of action and surprises in it…A LOT!! And don't worry, I'll still be working on my other fic as well. :) Well, I hope you all enjoy. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown. It belongs to Cartoon Network and Christy Hue.

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RAI POV

I threw myself around the temple corner, gasping for breath. Sweat dripped down the sides of my head and beaded on my forehead. Every breath came in deep, painful gasps, and made me feel as though my lungs were on fire. I coughed, the smoke from the fires that were raging on the temple roofs seeping into my system. Coughing only made my pain worse. "You can't run forever, Raimundo!" Wuya called from behind me.

Ignoring the pain, I bolted, sprinting ever faster. Wuya laughed evilly, throwing one of her green fire ball things at my head, missing me by an inch. It hit the temple wall ahead of me, sending dust and rubble spraying everywhere. A piece of the wall came at me, and I jumped out of the way, falling onto my side. I rolled self conscious that Wuya would be on top of me in a second. And I was right.

Wuya threw another fire ball, missing me again. The fire ball landed next to the right side of my head, scorching the hair that was there. The acrid smell of burning hair made me leap to my feet again, jumping into a sideways flip to avoid another one of Wuya's fire balls.

As much as I hate to admit it, Wuya was right. I couldn't keep running forever, not in my state of exhaustion at least. I had to help the others, protect the temple, and put out these freaking fires for crying out loud!

Yeah, just part of the whole Shoku Warrior gig I guess.

I leaped into a back flip, avoiding yet another fire ball. "Blade of the Nebula!" I shouted, ripping the blue-bladed sword from my side. I slashed the sword through the air, sending a blue streak of wind at Wuya. Wuya cried in surprise, hesitated, and was thrown backward by the streak of wind. She hit the opposing temple wall. Hard. Wuya fell to the ground, unconscious.

I hadn't even winced.

Heck, she deserved it for all I cared. That's what our enemies deserved for attacking our temple in the middle of the night, nearly killing us with their launch attack. But we'd survived, lucky for us.

The sound of something crashing through hard brick made me whirl around. Through the smoke from the fires, and from the dust that now filled the air, I could see Omi lying on the ground, covered in scrapes and bruises. Chase Young, the psycho (as we call him), was approaching him to finish him off. I began rushing forward to help Omi, when Omi jumped up, clearly pulling an act on everyone. I rolled my eyes. Omi, typical Omi.

Turning in the opposite direction, I saw Clay battling with a couple Jackbots, and a little to the right past him, Kimiko was fighting with Chase Young's jungle cats. And losing horribly, I might add.

Rolling my eyes again, I raced to help her. Everyone always needed my help. It was kind of annoying actually. But hey, I'm leader; I suppose that's what I'm supposed to do. "Need help?" I called to Kim, landing on the back of a jungle cat and kicking its spine. "That would be very greatly appreciated" Kimiko called back, using her Star Hanabi to knock a cat against a tree.

Suddenly, the scene changed entirely.

All of our enemies were gone, but I was still at the temple. At least, I think so. I mean, there were remains of all the temples. They were still smoking. The tree in the garden had lost all its leaves, and it was blackened and smoking thick, gray smoke. Where were the others?

I started walking around, calling their names aimlessly.

I found Clay first.

He was lying around the other side of the tree in the garden. His eyes were open, unseeing, but he was eerily still. I stared at him, well aware that horror was crossing my face. Who had done this? I swallowed, tempting to not let myself explode in a fit of grief.

Omi was a few feet away. He looked the same as Clay, except, he had blood spattered across his chest, still oozing from a cut. A bloody dagger was next to him. I pursed my lips, now literally trying to hold back tears. I blinked, and swallowed several times. Omi was my best guy-friend, and he was…gone.

"Rai…" a very faint voice whispered behind me. No.

I turned around, slowly, feeling my body fall through the empty space that seemed to surround me.

Kim.

She was lying on the ground too, breathing really, really slowly. Each breath she took seemed to cause her a lot of pain. I walked slowly to her, shock making me numb. I knelt by her. She looked at me, her blue eyes glazed with pain. "Wuya…" she muttered. "Chase…ambush…" her voice trailed away, and she turned her attention to the sky. Kimiko blinked, slowly, her breaths coming even more slowly. I swallowed, determined to not let Kim see me cry.

"Kim…" I whispered. "Please…don't leave. We need you." I looked ahead of me, remembering that Clay and Omi were dead, and I briefly wondered what had happened to Master Fung and Dojo.

"I need you" I corrected, my voice cracking.

Kimiko didn't answer. She just kept staring ahead, up to the sky, her eyes glazing over. Her chest stopped moving up and down, and her breathing stopped. She was gone.

Now I was crying, letting the tears fall and hit the earth. I wasn't just crying for Kim, but for Clay and Omi too. My best friends…my only friends…gone…

I sat bolt upright. My chest was heaving, and sweat fell down my head. My heart thumped like a war drum, threatening to jump out of my chest. The dark room around me told me that the temple was still here, and the gentle snores from down the hall told me everyone was still…alive. I sighed, beginning to calm down. I wiped the sweat from my brow and placed my head on my knees. "It was just a dream" I whispered to myself. "Just a stupid dream…"

Yeah, a really stupid dream.

I hated that dream. I'd been having it often, almost every night. I began to actually dread going to sleep after a long day of training, because I knew that Hell awaited me when I slipped into slumber. I rubbed my fingers with my temples. "God…" I whispered. "Friggin dream…"

"What dream?" a voice whispered softly from my doorway.

I turned my attention to the doorway, to see Omi standing there. He was in his pajamas, and held a glass of water. "What, are you stalking me?" I retorted, not meaning to sound so hostile. Omi walked into my room, and I could see his gigantic yellow head even in the pitch blackness. "No" he responded, sitting on the edge of my bed (or more of mat) and setting his glass of water on the floor. "I was passing by and heard you wake up suddenly, and I assumed that you were under seize." That's Omi for you, typical paranoid Omi. "You seem to be most troubled, Raimundo" Omi continued, looking at me with his gray eyes. "What is wrong?"

I sighed. I knew I could trust Omi, however much I ripped on him all the time. "You're not going to tell anyone, are you Chrome Dome?" I asked him. Omi shook his head, his eyes betraying that he felt a little offended. "Alright" I grumbled, sitting up in a sitting position.

I huffed, staring past Omi's head for a few seconds.

"I've been having this dream" I started. I paused for a few seconds. "Nightmare" I corrected. "And it's a really bad one." Omi nodded. "In the dream, the temple is under attack and I'm running from Wuya. You're fighting with Chase, Clay is fighting with Jackbots, and Kimiko is fighting with a bunch of Chase's cats. I beat Wuya, and go to help Kimiko, and ask her if she needs help. After she replies, the scene changes…" My voice trailed off, and I swallowed. "And?" Omi prompted. "That's where it gets bad." I responded.

Omi shifted, so that he was in a meditating position. "You do not have to tell me the bad part if that is what you wish" Omi whispered. I felt relieved. I didn't feel like telling him that he died. "The way I see it, Raimundo" Omi said, "Is that if you've been having this dream often, perhaps it means something." I shrugged. "I don't know…maybe" I responded. Omi yawned, stood up, and grabbed his glass of water.

"Well, Raimundo, I hope that the rest of your sleep is untroubled by dreams" Omi said politely, bowing to me. I swallowed again, nodding to him. Omi took his leave. At the doorway, he paused, and said "I will not tell a ghost" Omi promised. "Soul" I corrected. "I stand corrected" Omi said warmly, "Goodnight, Raimundo."

And he walked down the hall, to the chambers.

I lay back down on my pillow. I felt lonely, sleeping in this vast room all by myself. It was the Shoku Warrior's room, and the others slept down the hallway in the little cubbie things. I didn't want to fall asleep, afraid of the nightmares. I knew that I wouldn't be able to resist its lulling call, but in the meantime, I could think about things, as someone often tends to do when restless.

What did the dream mean? Was it an omen? Or just a nightmare? And why had everyone died in it? That's the part that disturbed me. I've never told anyone, but a part of me is scared to death that my friends will die on my behalf.

Of course, right next to the worry that I'll never be good enough.

But that worry has been laid down, since I'm leader now. But still…

I rolled over, beginning to grow sleepy. Even though I didn't want it to, sleep called to me, and I fell into an un-restful slumber.

Okay, I think that's long enough. xD Hope everyone likes it…PLEASE REVIEW!! I'll update ASAP.

THANKS FOR READING!!

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