Dedicated to and Requested by: Zestychicken2

A/N: To clear this up, they are 14 in the story and are in 8th grade.

Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown.

A pink bubble erupted out of Kimiko's glossy pink lips. It fell back onto her skin making a rather large noise. She repeated this a few more times before simply sating, "I'm bored!"

Keiko sighed, "Well.. go do something!" she was flipping through math books and answer sheets left and right.

"Like what?" Kimiko drug the question.

"Hmm…" Keiko said sitting up a bit straighter until she noticed a sign, "Oh my god! Perfect!" she squealed.

"What?" Kimiko said jumping up all excited like children do.

Keiko pointed, "That dance, well theirs one lucky boy rewarded King and what better choice for a king then!," she paused and moved her finger from the sign, to a boy sitting in the corner hunched over a book the size of War and Peace.

Kimiko frowned, "What about him, and what about this dance?"

"Well, I bet you," Keiko said pulling out her cell phone and checking how much money she has, "If you change him into King, I will give you five-hundred dollars," she reached out her hand for Kimiko to shake it, and Kimiko pleasingly did.

Raimundo was reading the dictionary for fun, he always liked to challenge people's IQ and what better way then use a word they don't know. Kimiko sat across from him, her sapphire eyes twinkling and a very innocent smile spread across her face. He looked confused, happy, and scared all at the same time and she smiled wider at his expression.

He got up throwing his books in his bag, "Sorry," he mumbled.

"Where are you going?" she asked with a very hopeless tone, kind of how a lost puppy would talk if they could.

"You wanted.. to sit there? Didn't you?" he asked very confused as to why she was even talking to him.

"Well I came over to sit by you!" she said with a smile.

"Oh," he said and sat back down, staring at his books.

"You have gorgeous eyes," she said and then blowing a huge bubble with her gum again.

"Thank you?" he said kind of questioning weather or not she was serious.

"And your hair has an amazing color, very rare shade of brown!"

He picked at his brunette locks stringing his fingers through them like he was looking for a buried treasure or maybe just a clue to why she was being so nice all of a sudden.

She gasped, "I just got a brilliant idea!"

Raimundo opened his eyes, swirly, shoved in a locker, what would it be this time.

"How about," she started pointing to the sign and shifting his body to look at it, "I help you, become King,"

He got up criss crossing his hands and shaking his head no, "No way! You are not touching my hair, my skin, my clothes or my personality!"

She sighed, this would be a tough job, "Come on, please?" she said giving him a sad look and bashing her long black eyelashes.

"What are you going to do to me?" he mumbled, dumbfounded by his own weakness.

She squealed and shoved her locker number into his hand, "Meet me there after school, I'll tell you all about it!" she got up and ran off.

Raimundo stood their listening to her ramble on about some student she didn't like but he was lost in thoughts. He had liked her forever, she was perfect, poised, beautiful, just to many words to describe and now she offered to change him, even though he didn't want to change. Everything he had learned about loving yourself and others loving YOU for YOU spilled back into his head and he just shook it off.

"Now!" she said clapping her hands together.

He straightened his posture a bit and stared down at her short frame.

She smiled, "First, let's work on the hair!" she grabbed his hand and pulled him out.

They started walking side by side to the salon in the middle of town. She was more thinking, so was he, but he was enjoying walking next to her.

"What are you going to do with my hair?" he asked out of the blue, afraid to break the silence but he needed to hear her voice.

"Well I was thinking, a haircut cause any guy who has hair longer then some girls, is a train wreck, your eyebrows totally date back to caveman, and you have a starting mustache, King must be clean shaven.. or waxed!" she opened the door letting him in as she said that.

He touched his face and ran his fingers down the stubble he had started forming and was rather proud of. Lots of ladies were piled inside, their ages varied but he was surely misplaced. A black chair was open just for him and he plopped down it, his shredded jeans rubbing over the chrome bar. Kimiko sat in the chair next to him and turned to face him. A man came out, dressed to cut hair, and a smile to kill. Kimiko stood up and he kissed both her cheeks.

"How have you been Kimi?" he asked his voice pleasingly loud.

"Pretty good!" she said, "How have you been?"

"Honestly?" he asked narrowing his eyes with a smirk and cocking his head backwards so she could get just a glimpse of his lips.

She smiled.

"Now!" he said running his fingers through Rai's hair and pulling out a few knots, "What do we have here?"

Raimundo tensed up.

Kimiko smiled, "Could you cut all this off," she said running her own fingers through the part of his hair that draped a bit below his neck even though her skin was touching his underneath.

A smile lit up his lips and his worries flew down the drain.

"Just change his hair, to fit him better and make his eyes show off more and bring out his face shape more!" she said with a smile, she was so excited.

"Color? It's a bit dull, and his hair isn't a solid color, want me to fix it up, so more of the brown kind echoes throughout,"

She perked up and nodded, "Yeah!"

Raimundo spun around and looked at all the ladies with tinfoil in their hair and flipping through fashion magazines. He did not want to be one of them.

Kimiko placed her hand on his, "You'll be fine,"

He suddenly felt like he would be, her words were actually right.

The man leaned in front of Rai grabbing a pair of scissors and a razor to give him a more layered effect. His hair fell to the ground shaping a circle on the back side of the chair.

"You can't look yet!" the man said and went into the back room pulling out sheets of tinfoil and a bowl filled with white goo that looked almost chunky.

Raimundo gulped as the man took a chunk of his hair into his hands, shoved a piece of foil underneath and began applying the goop. A few minutes later, his whole head had bits and pieces sticking out and others covered in crap and wrapped up. He just knew he looked like a freak. Kimiko pulled out her phone.

"Smile Rai," she said.

He made a growling noise and put his hand up in the shape of the claw as she snaped the picture.

The man came back out, a few strips and something that looked like honey. Raimundo stared at Kimiko.

"God no, please, no!" he said helplessly.

"Relax Rai, it's just a bit of waxing, unibrows aren't what you need people staring at," she said pulling out a magazine and hugging her knees to her chest.

He ran his fingers along his brows, their was to of them., he thought, if only he was allowed to look in the mirror. The man applied some stuff onto the strip and put it down in the middle of his eyes. Raimundo shut his eyes and gripped the chair tightly, "Hot," escaped his lips.

He heard Kimiko giggle and some more photo snapping. He didn't really mind though, she was just having some fun at his expense, like before, he had been over it for awhile. It was ripped, yanking out tons of eyebrow hair and Raimundo touched his face which had a few drops of blood falling down it.

"Ouch," he said.

She kneeled down, "You ready to get the color taken out?"

"You mean it doesn't stay in?" he said.

She smiled, "No you take the dye out but the color stays, sorry I worded it wrong,"

Raimundo nodded slowly, "Oh well, sure as long as these things get to come out too," he said pointing at the tinfoil in his hair.

She nodded, "Oh yeah, those are coming out, I think you'll like your change," she said smiling and standing up well the man took Raimundo over to a sink, pulling them out and tossing ever piece of foil into a trashcan well massaging Rai's scalp.

Kimiko waited anxiously and was pleased when Raimundo walked out. She smiled and hugged him.

"You look awesome," and she toyed a bit with his hair.

"Now what?" he asked, wanting to keep going, if it meant getting hugs from her every time something great happened to him.

"You'll have to wait and see, I have to get home, hair was it, tomorrow," she said tugging on his shirt, "We'll do wardrobe?"

He nodded and smiled, "Want me to walk you home?"

She thought about it for a second then nodded, "I'd really like that actually,"

He smiled, "Kay,"