He's Just Not Right For You

Kimiko is a pianist whose life revolves around music and education. Raimundo is a guitarist whose life is hard, and uses music for escape and fun. But when parents don't approve, and people get in the way, can their own special channel of music tune out the rest of the symphony?

A/N: Holy moly! I am back with a Xiaolin Showdown story, and let me tell you. WOW! I cannot believe that this is actually being written. Thank you again to Stormy Dreamer, giving me the inspiration for more stories!

Luckily though, I'll update a lot - the chapters will not be long... At least they shouldn't be too long.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. But I'd like to own Raimundo... :D

Quick Random Thought: They may be a little OOC, but that's just how they're going to be written. Beware It's your warning.

Prologue: Competition is Key

A delicate hand ran down a satin red dress, very faint floral designs imprinted into it. It was strapless dipping into a slight V to outline just below her collarbone. The dress fell to her knees, flaring as it went, a matching red, silk belt tied around her waist in a bow giving her shape.

Her hair was up in an elegant french twist, bangs swept over to one side of her bed, the middle of the strands in front of her face, the ends staying back by her ear. In her hair was a pearl headband, seeing only dots of pearls where her bun began. There was a light shade of natural looking make up swept over her face, the whole outfit complete with black strapped heels, a diamond necklace, and dangling diamond earrings with a matching bracelet.

The backstage was wooden, and had dim lighting with the maroon certains clashing with her dress. She was worried that she was going to screw up, and something would go wrong. Of course she knew that she had the potential to be an absolute beautiful pianist, but she was the youngest to ever graduate the acadamy, at the age of eighteen. Soon she would be off, marrying some man that her father set her up with, and enjoying a life playing at orchestras and having everything handed to her on a silver platter. She might as well say a gold platter - she would definitely be able to have it.

Her thoughts were interrupted and torn apart by a voice echoing in the ceased clapping auditorium, "And our next person up is our most honorable piece tonight. The classics of music history played by the delicate hands of this young woman, our youngest to graduate only at eighteen, and our most successful at that. Please introduce Miss Kimiko Tohomiko!"

He stomach completely drained and her chest tightened as the crowd clapped politely, although eager to hear the wonders of her playing.

I can do this... She thought determined. Walking out on stage, she smiled at the audience, and took her seat at the wooden bench of everything she had worked for since she was young.

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"And that my dear friend, is how we persuade the crowd!" A blonde with tan skin and a cigarette smirked, leaning in his chair.

He had on a white button up shirt, rolled up to the elbows, and a nice pair of jeans on with black shoes. "We'll be excellent!"

Everyone else nodded in agreement, except one person. His green button up shirt with faded, thin, vertical lines running through it was also rolled up, and he also wore jeans and black shoes. He had a wooden guitar on his lap, and his fingers were mid motion on the strings. They had a few silver rings on them, and the string surfer necklace around his chest clanked against them.

His messy, chocolate brown hair hung infront of his face before he finally shut his emerald eyes and blue upward to make it move, "Do you hear that?" He asked, his voice quiet.

"Hear what, Raimundo? We're trying to get our plan down, and you should really be listening. After this pianist, we're up, and you're singing and playing the guitar. Don't tell me her song has engulfed you so much you forgove you were playing acoustic? And for your information, Pedrosa, you have to tune your guitar still..."

He shook his head and grinned, "Raphael, you play guitar... Tune it for me, would you? I want to see this girl play..." He stood up and handed his guitar off, hurrying up the stairs.

His best friend ran after him, "Are you insane, Rai?"

"Why would I be, Jack? Now come on! You know you want to see her to. You all love seeing the pretty girls play before us..."

"That's true... I guess..." He smiled a shy smile and followed his best friend up the stairs two at a time before they came to the back of the stage.

Carefully, using their sneaking skills, they slide around to the front of the stage where everyone sat, and plopped down in chairs reserved for a party that was convieniantly missing two of their people.

Raimundo looked up into the girl's sapphire eyes, that sparkled with pride that made him smile. There weren't many musicians left that played because they loved the melody and rhythm of the music anymore. They cared about the fame and the riches, but this woman in front of him, only eighteen years old, played for everything Raimundo wanted to play for and be known for.

"Jack..." He whispered, and as his friend leaned over, he never took his eyes off of the Japanese girl.

"Yeah, Rai?" He questioned, surely entranced as well by this girl.

"I'm going to marry her one day..." He smiled, his mind set in a dreamy daze of music and this mysterious girl. "I will marry her..."

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A/N: I won't say much but haha, I told you chapters were going to be short! Lol So I hope you liked it... I look forward to everyone reading it and reviewing! I hope you like so far! :D

Just one thing... I don't know if I get lots of reviews, I'll go at a fast pace with this story... I'm better at that now :D Lol but... if I don't get a lot of popularity, then it's going to go down my list of priorities! :D

-zesty-