Secrets That Must Be Kept

Summary: Takes place in the alternative universe where Chase Young is good. Kimiko and Chase are sharing a tender moment when someone interrupts them, nearly revealing their secret, forbidden relationship. xx

(A/N) I'm going to be uploading all of my chamiko one-shots here, so all the stories will be different. We really need more Chamiko stories and that's my mission, to create lots and lots of stories for my fellow chamiko fans :) xx I'm still working on my bigger chamiko stories like Rise From The Ashes, but because I want to try and create more stories for this fandom I decided to try and do some more one-shots. xx I hope you enjoy them. xx

This is one-shot is a prezzie request for the lovely AdisenJean on Devinatart xx

Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown or any of the characters from the show. If I did Chase and Kimiko would be married. xx

"Just kill it for crying out loud!"

"Its just a-"

"I know what it is and that's why I want you to get rid of it! Now!"

"Kimiko, it's harmless! I'm not going to kill it for you."

"Chase Young, I swear if you don't kill it I will kill you."

The lividness in her voice warned the Xiaolin warrior not to dither any longer on dealing with the 'issue' at hand. It was a shame for he would much rather tease her on the whole affair for a while longer. Well, there was always time for that later. If he didn't comply with the girls wishes right now, however, he could sense that he would be suffering severe bodily harm.

With an exasperated sigh, Chase blew a rebellious strand of hair out of his face. He looked heavenwards, shaking his head as he pushed back the sliding door he had been leaning against and made his way into his fellow warriors quarters.

He tried his best not to look at the frantic girl standing atop the chest of drawers, her back pressed firmly against the wall. Her small hands were clutching onto the only thing preserving her modesty, a damp, red towel that was wrapped around her body, exposing her long, slender legs up to her upper thigh. Her long, black hair fell down her back in wet waves, plastering to her skin. Water dripped off her body, forming small puddles around her, the soft, amber glow from the lanterns dangling on the walls glittering in their tiny reflections.

Chase inhaled deeply, resisting the temptation to look at her as best he could.

Kimiko was too worked up to realise her lack of clothing, having just came out the shower when she was confronted with something that she had deemed so terrifying that she had climbed up the highest thing possible before screaming for help. It had just so happened that Chase had been coming to see her when he heard her yells for help. He'd nearly dropped to the floor when he had came rushing into her room and saw her. She may not be aware of how little she was wearing but he on the other hand was acutely aware.

He kept his eyes trained dead ahead on the source of her terror.

"I cannot believe you're afraid of something like this, Kimiko. You fight the Heylin on a daily basis. This is nothing compared to the evil you've already encountered!" Chase muttered, hardly believing that someone as powerful as she could be scared of something so small.

"Hurry up before it gets away!" Kimiko shrieked.

Chase rolled his eyes, kneeling down beside the girls unintentional terrorizer. He reached out, scooping the creature into his hands and cupping them to prevent it from escaping. It was so small, barely the size of a coin in his hands.

She has to get over this irrational fear of hers, Chase mumbled to himself, an idea springing to mind.

As Master Dashi had always told him the best way to conquer ones fears was always to face it head on. He highly doubted Kimiko would be in a hurry to face this fear, so she would need a little help from him - whether she wanted it or not.

Kimiko watched Chase with narrowed eyes, straining to see what he was up to from her position.

"What are you - Oh dear Dashi! Tell me you didn't pick that thing up!"

"Kimiko, relax. it isn't going to hurt me," Chase sighed, raising to his feet.

Kimiko watched in utter horror as Chase walked towards her, the small creature still in his hands. Her eyes widened, her back pushing up further against the wall.

"It might not hurt you but I promise you I will if you come any closer to me while that thing is in your hands, Chase!" Kimiko shouted, her eyes fiercely locking with Chase's amused golden orbs.

Even though he knew she could - and most likely would as history had shown him - follow through with her threats, Chase succumbed to his mischievous side, instead daring to provoke the girl further. He couldn't help himself, he just adored seeing her so flustered. Besides that, she needed to get over this fear. He smirked and continued heading towards her. Prying open his hands a little, he sneaked a peek at the creature in his hands.

"What wrong Kimiko, it's just a-" His instincts forewarned him of incoming danger, curiously he looked up, his eyes widening. "Wow! Calm down! Kimiko I didn't me-"

Chase ducked, narrowly avoiding the tapestry that Kimiko had yanked off from the wall behind her and chucked at him. It hit the wall behind him with a loud thwack, the metal pole that it hung from snapping in half and clanging to the floor. Chase winced, looking up a the furious Dragon of Fire giving him a seething glare. A light steam was radiating off her skin - which was never a good sign for his physical well being.

"Kimiko," Chase said slowly, stressing out the words. "I think... you're overreacting."

"I said-" Kimiko mimicked Chase's pace, speaking the words slowly and forcefully. He could see the anger flaring brightly in her sky blue pools, and knew he had made a grave mistake. "-Keep it away from me!"

With a growl Kimiko ripped the top drawer from the chest of drawers she was standing on out, its contents cluttering loudly to the floor. She held the drawer up in the air with one hand threateningly, daring Chase to come closer.

"Its just a spider!" Chase cried, wanting to throw his arms in the air in annoyance at her theatrics. If he did that though the spider would go flying across the room and he didn't think Kimiko would appreciate that very much - or the spider for that matter.

"Exactly! Now get rid of it or so help me, Chase!"

Chase was smart enough to know he'd pushed the matter too far and wisely began backing away. He mumbled under his breath about her overreaction as he opened the window and threw the little spider out. He watched as it fell down from the third floor and landed on the ground, quickly scampering away into the bushes once it had grasped its bearings.

He sighed, turning around. "Happy now?"

Relief flooded Kimiko's face and she nodded, jumping off the chest of drawers. "Yes actually, I am. And I would have been a lot sooner if you hadn't insisted on making fun of me!"

She returned the drawer to its rightful place, turning to face Chase as she crossed her arms.

Chase leaned back against the window sill, his hands resting on the ledge. He gave her an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have teased. But that hardly gave you the right to try and kill me."

"Bigger and better have tried to kill you and failed. I don't think I could take you out with a mere tapestry or drawer." She looked at him up and down, catching her lip between her teeth. "I didn't hurt you though, did I?"

"Actually you did."

Alarmed concern lit up in her eyes and she quickly rushed over to him, her eyes swiftly roaming over him, looking for any injuries. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! Where did I hurt you."

"I have to admit its actually quite painful," Chase murmured, Kimiko failing to hear the amusement dancing in his voice.

"Where?" Kimiko frowned.

"Here." Smirking, he tapped his lips. Kimiko blinked, looking at his lips for any cuts or scratches but found none. It was only when Chase reached out, his fingers gently titling her face upwards did she she catch onto what he meant. "Though I think a kiss will make it all better."

Kimiko rolled her eyes, smiling at him before going on her tiptoes and giving him a chaste kiss on his lips. Chase grinned into the kiss, his fingers burying within her wet locks of hair. When she went to pull away he wrapped his arms around her, refusing to let her go.

"Nope, don't think so," he grinned wickedly. "It still hurts."

"Oh really?" Kimiko smiled, sounding amused. "And just how many kisses do you think it'll take till it doesn't hurt anymore?"

Chase titled his head, looking up as he pretended to ponder the question. "Oh, I don't know. How much spare time do we have until the others expect us for dinner?"

"Well its six o'clock just now, so an hour."

Chase sighed dramatically. "I suppose an hour of kisses will have to suffice."

Smiling, Kimiko grabbed him by the collar of his blue robes and pulled him down into another kiss. As she deepened it she allowed her hands to slide up around Chase's neck and into his mass of soft, black hair. She let out a moan as Chase broke the kiss, moving to her neck and placing gentle kisses from the base of her throat to just below her ear.

It had been far too long since they had been able to share a moment like this. The Heylin had been more determined than ever to be rid of them, and that left precious little time, or desire, to be romantic. So when they were gifted with the time and mood to share tender, fleeting moments like this, they took them and held onto them as long as they could. They never knew when they would be able to do this again, if ever. So each moment was treasured.

Kimiko giggled, pushing her lover away a little. Chase was having none of it, grinning as he moved to steal another kiss. Just before their lips met a loud rapping sound caught their attention. Both froze at the sound of an all too familiar voice.

"Kimiko! May I come in?" Omi called, knocking loudly again.

Kimiko wrenched herself from Chase, starring in muted horror at the door. She swirled around, looking for any place for Chase to hide but found none. She cursed under her breath. There was only one thing she could do.

"Chase he can't find you here!" Kimiko hissed quietly. "If he does he'll suspect something!"

"What do you want me to-"

"Kimiko, I am coming in!"

The door began to slide open. Kimiko looked at Chase, a desperate look on her face. Chase was looking at the door, panic etched on his face. He ran a hand agitatedly through his hair, trying to think of any excuse for him to be here. He looked down when he felt Kimiko's hands on his chest.

"I am so sorry," Kimiko mouthed.

Chase quirked an eyebrow, confused. "Sorry for wh-"

He never got to finish that question as Kimiko shoved him with all her might out of the window! Chase tumbled backwards, awkwardly taking control of his memento and rolling over the window ledge, his hands clutching onto the outside ledge, stopping him from falling. He hung there by the tips of his fingers, the cold night air causing him to shiver.

Great thinking, Kimiko, Chase thought with a growl, his eyes narrowing up at the window as he saw Kimiko rushing around, trying to throw on a bath robe before her fellow monk entered. A little prior warning would have been nice though!

He heard Omi enter Kimiko's room and listened intently, trying his best not to grunt in pain as his fingers began to burn due to his weight pulling them down.

"Ah forgive me, Kimiko," Omi said politely as he glanced around the room. "I merely wished to know if you knew where Chase Young was? Clay and I have been looking right and left for him."

"You mean high and low," Kimiko sighed, rolling her eyes at yet again having to correct the little monk.

"That too," Omi replied. "However, we cannot find him. Do you know where he is?"

"I'm sure he's hanging around somewhere," Kimiko replied cryptically, but Chase could hear the knowing smirk in her voice.

Ha, ha, Chase thought sarcastically, not at all amused by her private joke. Very funny.

He would just have to get her back for that later.

"Ah, I see. Sorry to disturb you. I shall see you at dinner, perhaps Chase will turn up then."

"Maybe. Sorry, Omi."

There was the sound of the door sliding shut, and Chase knew Omi had left. Looking up he saw the face of his secret lover grinning down at him, her elbow leaning on the window sill, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. She titled her head at him, her tresses tumbling over her shoulder.

"I see you're still hanging around."

She offered him her hand and he took it, allowing her to help him back through the window.

"I'm sorry for pushing you out of the window," Kimiko winced, biting her lip. "But it was the only solution I could come up with."

"Its fine," Chase muttered, but she could hear the annoyance in his voice.

He wasn't happy, and she couldn't really blame him. Whenever it came to hiding their relationship, it always seemed to be Chase that ended up with the short end of the stick. He was always the one sent flying into bushes, hiding up trees, shoved under beds or stuck in dark, dingy, little cupboards.

But what else could they do? This was the price they paid for being involved with one another.

Relationships with the nature that they shared were forbidden. And for good reason. One of rules of The Xiaolin was to never form attachments of any kind. The way of the Xiaolin teaches that everything is equal, no life holds more importance than another. Being romantically involved would inevitably lead to very strong attachments being formed, and as Xiaolin they couldn't do that, they couldn't allow themselves to value one person above the rest, putting all the world at risk merely to keep one being safe from harm.

It wasn't just against their code of life, but if anyone found out about them then eventually news of their relationship would reach the ears of The enemies would not hesitate in using any means to turn the tables. And an attachment such as theirs was a weakness that could be exploited. All too easily.

Kimiko didn't want to even think about how far she and Chase would go to ensure one another's safety. They would be reckless and selfish, putting everyone in danger. And what's worse was neither would care about the damage caused, their only prority and concern being the other.

It was for all these reasons and more that they had to keep their relationship hidden. If the other monks found out they would be torn apart, forbidden from seeing one another again.

Neither could bare the thought.

"Chase, I'm-"

Chase took her wrist, bringing it up to his mouth and peppering tiny, soft kisses along it. He smiled sadly, his other hand sneaking around her waist and pulling her closer. He let go of her wrist, his hand moving to the back of her head. He leaned his forehead against hers, whispering against her lips, "I know."

"Do you also know that I love you?" Kimiko murmured quietly, smiling as she pulled away just enough to look those golden eyes that captivated her so.

"Hmm no I didn't know that," Chase's drawled coyly, his eyes flashing with mischief. "I think you'll need to prove that. I'm not too sure how you could do that though."

"Oh, I'm sure I can think of something," Kimiko laughed, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss.

It would be always be difficult hiding their relationship from the others. Lying was something neither of them wanted to do, especially not to ones they called friends.

But it had to be done.

Their secret had to be kept.

(A/N) Hope you liked it ^_^ xx