Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown.
(A/N) Okay, picture an alternate universe! So here's some extra info you might need for this fic to make sense!
Ages:
Kimiko Tohomiko: 16.
Raimundo Pedrosa: 17.
Clay Bailey: 17 ½.
Omi: 15 ½.
Chase Young: 18.
Wuya: 18.
Jesse Bailey: 15.
Jack Spicer: 16 ½.
Ashley (Katnappe): 17.
There is no such thing as magic! (Or so people keep telling me, doesn't mean I don't believe in it though! … and dragons! Dragons rock!)
The newspaper headline read:
Wild Teenage Thief Gang Strikes Again!
Another three break-ins occurred last night at approximately 11:00 pm in the centre of London. Combined with previous break-ins over the last two months, this equals up to a total of 12 houses that have been broken into and had everything of value stolen from them. How can the police not have caught the teenage gang that has been repeatedly sighted breaking and entering the richest and most heavily secured homes in all of London?
"Raimundo!" Snapped a tall boy with long black hair and golden eyes, "Get a move on!"
The boy reading the paper folded and it and threw it back in the bin. His brown hair was spiky, made more so by the red bandana he was wearing in a thin strip about his head. His eyes were olive and seemed to be the only thing that gave his face expression apart from his cheeky smile, which he only allowed to slip past when it would win him something. He looked around and smiled at the paper slightly. Another night's good work.
"Pedrosa!" Snapped the boy, "I will not tell you again."
"Keep you hair on Chase, I'm coming," Said Raimundo Pedrosa, sidling over idly.
"We've got work to do!" Said Chase.
"Just leave him!" Snapped a girl, tall with long red hair with black streaks tied back in dreadlocks.
Her eyes were cold and dark. She wore black jeans and a red shirt and glared constantly.
"Back off Wuya," Said Raimundo, "It's not like we can do anything in broad daylight anyway!"
"Well your little friends are late!" Snapped Wuya, "They should've been back hours ago!"
"Maybe they stopped off for coffee," Said Raimundo, "Don't panic, Clay and Omi can look after themselves."
"We can things to plan!" Snapped Chase Young, "They had better hurry up! If they've gotten themselves caught …"
"They haven't," Said Raimundo, "You guys should try reading the paper once in a while … or learning to read would be a start."
Raimundo only got away with this statement because Omi and Clay arrived at that moment. Omi was short, bald and round headed. He always had a happy gleam on his face. He was wearing a woollen hat with jeans, a white t-shirt and a green jacket. Clay stood out a little more. He was only about six months older than Raimundo, but he was already about six inches taller and always wore a cowboy hat. He had had it for as long as Raimundo could remember. Omi, Clay and Raimundo had been friends since the first time they had met. By that time, Raimundo had already been on the streets for about eight months and working for Chase Young about seven.
"What took you so long?" Snapped Chase.
"Police patrol car was following us." Said Chase, "Recon they suspected us."
"But we got away!" Laughed Omi, "No one can catch us!"
"You had us worried," Said Wuya.
"Worried for them or for what they had stolen?" Asked Raimundo, "Come on guys, king Chase wants to plan our next move."
"You," Said Chase Young, "are on thin ice Pedrosa."
"Well you had better hope your girlfriend doesn't step on it," Said Raimundo, nodding at Wuya, "It'll crack completely."
"You little …" Began Wuya.
"Leave it!" Snapped Chase, "We have things to do."
Wuya glared at them and then ran after Chase Young. She always followed him everywhere. It made Raimundo feel sick, she was like a little puppy-dog following its master about, looking for treats. Raimundo spat and then, dragging his feet, followed.
Their 'hideout' was an old abandoned multi-storey car park. It was six levels high, but the top two were unstable. It should have been knocked down, but the local council just never got around to it. So, the five of them and some extra who tagged along from time to time, had made it there own, mostly sticking to the fourth floor to avoid being sighted on the lower levels. By taking the 'unstable ground, do not enter' signs from the fifth floor entrance and putting it at the base of the third, when the police did occasionally come snooping around, they would remain hidden or have enough time to grab their stuff and run across the parts they knew were stable to the sixth floor while the police skirted around the edges of the third and eventually gave up.
Raimundo walked across the floor of the fourth level and followed Chase and Wuya over to the table near the window, which was almost completely covered with papers and maps of the area. Each sheet showed a different print of the houses, which had been hit by the 'wild teenage thief gang' as the newspaper had called them.
"Clay!" Called a blonde girl with blue eyes.
"What Jesse?" Asked Clay.
"What took you so long?" She asked.
"Listen sis, we've got stuff to do," Said Clay, "Just hang out with your friends."
"Raimundo!" Said Jesse, turning to him, "Have you been getting my brother into trouble?"
Jesse was Clay's little sister. When Raimundo had first met her she was short, chubby and (for lack of a better description) a complete bitch. But since then she had lost a lot of weight and grown a few inches. She had a number of boyfriends per week and a group of loyal girl who followed her around. She still worried about her older brother a lot … and she was still a bit of a bitch.
"Clay's perfectly capable of getting himself into trouble." Said Raimundo, "He doesn't need my help."
"Don't you answer back to me!" snapped Jesse.
"What are you gonna do about it?" Asked Raimundo, "God is it always my fault when something goes wrong?"
"Yes," said the majority of the people there.
"Raimundo!" snapped Chase Young for about the hundredth time that day.
"Yeah, yeah!" Said Raimundo, "I'm coming."
Chase Young, Wuya, Raimundo, Clay and Omi all stood around the table.
"Spicer!" Called Chase young.
A red haired boy sat up sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah Chase?" Asked Jack.
"We're going to need you on this one," Said Chase.
Jack Spicer suddenly became a lot more interested and got up, walking over.
"High security job?" He asked.
"One of the highest." Said Chase.
"What houses are we hitting?" Asked Wuya, fiddling with her hoop earring.
"We're only hitting one," Said Chase, "Brand new owners with a brand new security system."
"Which house?" Asked Raimundo.
"The Tohomiko place," Said Chase Young.
A hush fell over the entire building.
"That seems like a very risky choice, Chase," Said Omi.
"Yeah, Tohomiko as in Tohomiko industries?" Asked Clay.
"That guy is the leader high-tech industry supplier," Said Raimundo, "He does everything from alarm and missile systems to those free toys in cereal packets!"
"That's why we need Spicer," Said Chase, "He's going to put a virus in his system, giving us enough time to get in and out."
"That's going to have to be one hell of a bug!" said Wuya, "You think the red-head nerd can handle it?"
Chase looked around at Jack.
"Can you do it Spicer?" He asked.
"I've got the perfect virus," Said Jack, smiling wickedly, "But it needs an hour's time to plant itself in everything."
"We've got the entire day to do that," Said Chase, "In the mean time, the rest of you get some sleep, you've got to be awake for this one. Just memorise your positions around the house."
"Why are we hitting that place anyway?" Asked Raimundo.
"You mean apart from the fact that they're rich and will have loads of stuff to steal?" Asked Chase, "If we get our hands on some of his tech, it'll sell for millions on the market and once we have millions, we can quit stealing from people."
Raimundo nodded and turned away to get some sleep. Another pointless job. One day he'd get a life for himself. As he lay down on an old mattress, he pulled his bandana over his eyes to block the light. One day …
As Big Ben struck midnight over London, the group of teenagers had positioned themselves around the dark house. It was large … very large. They would be very spread out. All they had to wait for was the lights to flash once. That would be signal Spicer's virus had taken effect. Hopefully the short flash wouldn't be enough to wake anyone up.
The flash last for a split second only. Raimundo jumped out of the bushes he had been hiding in and opened the window. He walked in, past movement sensors, which didn't react. He smiled to himself; Spicer had done it.
The house was huge. He looked around and gaped at everything around him. He pulled off his backpack and unzipped it. He had come out in a small hallway. He knew where he was supposed to be heading from the blueprints. There was a very highly protected room on the next floor up. They had guessed that anything worth taking would be in there.
Raimundo made his way upstairs, picking up a small Ming vase off a table on his way and putting it into his bag. He walked along the landing quietly. He was in the west wing. He saw the door to the room in front of him as he made his way. As he approached he took a breath.
He reached out and took the door handle. He twisted it and none of the sensors or alarms picked anything up. He opened the door and slipped in. As he closed the door behind him, he turned around … it was a bedroom. It was girl's bedroom and asleep in the bed was a girl. Tohomiko's daughter he guessed. Her long black hair was spread across her pillow. Around her neck was a silver locket, decorated with a Celtic design and set with a black stone.
Raimundo walked over and looked down at her. This was what Tohomiko had put in extra measures to protect? She was pretty cute, Raimundo thought. He started looking around the room. He saw a jewellery box on a dressing table up two small steps. This room was huge! This girl was obviously spoilt like hell.
He opened the box. A tune suddenly rang out. Raimundo slammed the box shut and ran across the room. The girl stirred and sat up. Raimundo hadn't made it to the window when she saw him.
"You! Who are you?" She asked, sitting up straight, straightening out her sun-top style pyjama top.
Raimundo stopped and turned around. Her eyes were bright blue and sparkling. She was glaring at him. She reached over to grab the phone next to her bed, but Raimundo stopped her, putting his hand on top of the phone before she could.
"Help!" shouted the girl.
Raimundo dived forward and grabbed her. He put a hand across her mouth. She let out a muffled cry that wouldn't reach the hallway.
"Just stay quiet and no will get hurt, alright?" Said Raimundo.
She let out another, more furious, muffled cry. He guessed that she wasn't saying yes.
He stood up and pulled her up too. He could smell the perfume in her hair. She dug her manicured fingernails into his hand.
"Ow!" He hissed, "God bitch, what's your problem?"
"Try the fact that you're holding me hostage! And how dare you call me a bitch!" She said, "Help!"
He clamped his hand over her mouth again. Dude, this girl had a set of lungs on her.
"Listen sweetheart," Said Raimundo hurriedly, "You're cute, so I really don't want to hurt you."
She let out a disgusted grunt. Rich girls; they were all so stuck up!
The alarms all suddenly sounded. Damn Spicer! He had screwed up!
As he drew close to the window, he let go, spun her around, kissed her and opened the window. He dived out into the tree outside her window and climbed down as she started calling 'help' again. He landed softly on the grass and ran over to where the three motorbikes were waiting. He jumped onto one as the others ran from the house. They all set off.
Back at the house, the girl was leaning out of the window.
"Kimiko!" Said her bodyguard, walking in, "Are you hurt?"
"No, I …" Kimiko had put her hand up to where her locket was … but it wasn't there, "My locket! That boy stole my locket!"
"The police are on their way." Said the bodyguard.
(A/N) Trying something different. Tell me what you think so far. Had some trouble on DArt with people not bein abotu to get onto my profile so just type in http/bex1302. of luv, Becky.