disclaimer...I don't own Xiaolin Showdown. I just own this plot.

animeang3l7

One Wish

History

It's so quiet today apart from the rain drizzling. For the last two or three months it always seemed to rain. Oh, and hardly any wu has activated lately. So I guess we can all take a chill pill about saving the world. Its a relief I suppose, cause it gives Omi the time to think everything over and move on about recent events; the whole turning evil fiasco...Clay's just dandy. Haven't seen him roaming as much, round the temple though. I suppose it has something to do with his girlfriend-always writing to her or emailing on my laptop. Aww, Clay lurves Jill. And Raimundo? Well, he's just Raimundo. Cocky, bored and probably deaf considering he never listens to word anyone says these days. He's growing to be more and more distant from this world, from us...Who knows why? I certainly don't have a clue. It could be anything...maybe even because of...Nevermind...Training was cancelled-thank god and there was more time to do whatever I want to do. But one problem...there isn't anything I would like to do...

"Yo Kim." a voice spoke, the walls made the echoes bounce down the hall. It took a while to catch up with what was happening.

"What?" I leaned backwards to pop out my head from my room, well more like a cubicle... I saw an irritated Raimundo strolling along the corridor and up to me.

"Goo Zombies 3.0! "

"What about it?" I stared blankly as if he weren't there.

"You said i could play on it. Remember?" I looked on blank at him, searching my memory for what he was talking about.

"Uh-"

"God. Just give me the game, girl." There was no venom in that sentence or any anger. It was just sort of a taunt or joke in its own unsubtle way.

I leaned back to face the ends of my room, scanning my sight for the blue console housing the classic game. And there it shone, just about balanced on the lid of my arched chest: blue gleaming against bronze. I stretched out to reach it yet I was too far to reach and too lazy to get onto my knees to seize it.

"Don't worry. I'll get it." He towered over me, eclipsing the light that vaguely shone from the hallway. Bending down next to me, he extended his arm to grab hold of the console briskly before he tipped it over. He straightened up and looked down at me in an amazed gaze. Seconds ticked and I chose to continue writing, well aware that the boy remained unmoving from his spot yet unconcerned. Well, the feeling eventually grew to irritation after managing to write a page in such dim light midn you and he still stood there. I turned my eyes to the Brazilian. He stared back. Was he staring at the back of my head all this time? His lips opened slowly, as if uncertain if words should come out. Steadily they closed again and I was reminded of a goldfish. Those eyebrows of his were slowly knitting together as if he were at lengths to come to a decision to whatever problem that seemed to be plaguing him. Then steadily his knees buckled and I watched him bend down to sit next to me.

"Sorry."

Perplexed was definitely the word to describe the situation. Why in the worlds would he need to be apologising for? "For what?" Even though confusion muddled my brain I surprisingly sounded calm.

"Um, you know, about avoiding you-and everyone."

"Oh, you were huh? Why?"

"Cause...I just needed some time to think I guess."

"Okay, I get what you mean." I punched his arm lightly, trying to rid the awkwardness that had settled between us.

"Ow! You punch too hard for a girl of your size." He feigned hurt. How melodramatic of him.

"It wasn't hard, I did it lightly. And shut up!" we started to laugh, albeit quietly.

"Oh writing in your diary. What you writing about?"

"Well-none of your-" But before I got to finish...

"I shouldn't have asked, its obviously all about me." he grinned ear to ear, cheshire cat indeed would have been jealous.

"Yeah you're right..."

"I am? Yeah, I mean of course I am. Of course its about me, because, you know. Its all about...me." he sighed his name in such a dramatic fashion as if declaring a revelation to the world. Gawd, he has such a big ego.

"No, I mean you shouldn't have asked." I stuck my tongue out at him, picked up my diary and pen and got up. I lightly pushed him out of the way and strode over to the other side of the temple.

"Hey!" he shouted after me, with a tone of surprise.

I walked on, observing the environment around me and the people. I reached the battle grounds for training and saw Omi practising his Tai Chi. Poor little guy, he needs to get some rest, he looks more tired than a hallucinating dog chasing an imaginary cat. Ah, Clay's farm analogies are seriously getting to me.

"Hey Omi! Omi!" He stopped and smiled at me weakly as I waved softly at him. "Omi, you should get some rest. Come on, you're tired and its raining like cats and dogs." Darn analogies. Omi looked at me confused about what I just said but didn't bother to ask me what it really meant. He more or less looked uncomfortable from the expression on his face.

"Don't worry Kimiko, once I perfect my breathing and concentration then I will hit the bags as you say."

"Okay," I replied, displeased yet not strongly enough to voice the concern riddling my conscience. I whispered a solemn goodbye, and started to walk on. No intention of waiting for a reply; I knew he would be much to caught up in his battle that seemed to only be against himself.

I turned a corner and saw Clay attacking the fridge-I mean raiding the fridge- from the doorway...He eats too much...I twitched an amused smile and carried on with my journey.

Finally I made it to the most discrete place in the whole entire building, it was the hall near the courtyard across the tree where we used to all four of us would sit down and chill. I was about to sit down on the edge of the building when I noticed a figure in the distance. Had the torrential rain not lightened up for that hour I would have surely mistakened that person to be part of the tree.

Leaping without thinking my throat let out a croaked hello. No answer.

I instinctively dropped my diary and pen. Slowly lowering myself onto the courtyard, I looked up at the sky, careless of the rain falling down on me making me drenched. The rain poured on my exposed face, bangs all slicked back with the wind's playfulness. My feet lowered carefully onto the rain sodden grass not to make any unnecessary and noticeable noise. These couple of steps alerted not the being in the tree. Tredging on, I couldn't be bothered to keep up the sneaky tactic and just walked up normally. The pitter patter sound rang through my ears; I slowed down my pace as I edged the last foot between the tree and I. Finally I was there, where the mysterious person was. Droplets fell more harder yet infrequently upon my face as I stopped beneath its protective shelter of leaves. The tree seemed quite huge compared to the perception in my mind. I looked towards the person who sat sideways and silhouetted. A jolt ran through my body as I felt the coldness finally settle.

"Kim," The voice called my name in such calmness and uncertainty. I swiftly turned my head to the figure, careless of my hair whacking my face hard. I narrowed my eyes at the enigma but found it to be none other than Pedrosa himself.

"Rai!" I paced myself to him and jumped on the branches of each level until I got close enough to see his distinct features.

"Watcha doin up here?" I asked, now starting to shiver.

"Got tired of Goo Zombies."

"What? Massacring the undead too dull for you after only about ten minutes? Or was it too hard."

"Yeah right Kim. You so know I rule, remember when I whooped your ass in Goo Zombies Battle Mode." His usual habit of proving his superiority in video games were pathetic this time around with the lacklustre taunt.

"Why are you really in the rain Raimundo?"

"Just thinking."

"With all this hard thinking you're doing these days, is it that you are trying to make up for all those times you didn't do any thinking?" I joked quite strenuously.

"Whats your reason?"

Getting the hint, I answered. "Just wanted to get some time alone. That was, till I saw you sitting in a tree, in the rain. Mind you I thought it was a stranger." I looked around, but my vision seemed to just lead back to Rai. It was a silent moment between us yet it felt warm and comforting inside.

"Ah," He probably thought to reply, I assumed.

"Can I ask you something Rai?" I looked over to him and was caught off guard by his fiery emerald eyes, slashes of the scenery mirrored within them.

"Shoot." I shook out of it and turned my gaze away from him; at the view, the rain pouring.

"You're so childish and such a jerk with all those pranks, but now you've become so tense, so serious. Why?"

"..." What kind of answer is that?

It was ridiculous to get a non-worded answer, and it only served to agitate me. "Well?"

"I dunnoe," he replied. "Just sometimes when things seem so much more, I have to stop the immaturity and get serious. You can't rely on those things all the time to get you through the day." He carried on facing the mountain range.

He angled his head to face me with an exasperated look, the physical closeness didn't help the distance I faced with him.

His eyes casting reflections of what seemed to be emotions if that were possible. It dissolved back into forest the moment I blink away. There was a warm and close tender moment between us, further than words could ever go...

I tried to ignore my body's automatic response of shivering. But it persisted more and more until my teeth started to chatter. I moved away from Raimundo, and folded my arms as well as bring up my knees to my chest. The next thing I knew, I felt a bit warmer like a heater had just struck me. I looked to my right to see an arm wrapped around my shoulders. He was trying to make me warm.

"Thanks. Rai."

"No probs."

"No, I mean really. Thank you. You're too kind." Sincerity shone through.

"Yeah I know." He happily sighed.

"You know if I weren't cold I would totally hit you. You have sucha big ego, and you're really vain and-."

"And cool and sweet and not forgetting handsome..." he did it again, that irritating thing where he sighs the last bit as if he were truly that definition. I wanted to snort at the nonsense he spewed but he had me at giggles. He laughed as well probably because it was about ten seconds later after the joke I started to laugh or maybe, just maybe because he wanted to laugh with me.

"Young ones, since the rain has unevitably delayed our scheduled training practice of elements. We shall test in other skills. That are of History!" As if it wasn't traumatising enough for Master Fung to practice his appear-out-of-thin-air-move during that really sensitive moment, he had to announce the most outrageous revelation since his proclaimation that Dojo was actually 40 feet long on their arrival to the Temple.

"What?" Both our jaws were dropped hit the floor smack bam-as Clay would put it.

"Round up the others, young ones. And we will begin studying the historical period of the Tudors Times."

"But Master Fung!" I tried to object but he turned and walked off, really fast, almost running.

"History?" Complained Raimundo, his face made a painful frown. Mine couldn't help but too either. This was all too random.

"Lets just get Omi and Clay," I grabbed his arms and dragged him along, as he sulked sadly behind me and formed a dark cloud above his hanged head. As if the one in the sky wasn't bad enough.

As I dragged Rai by his sleeve working my way to the usually happy Clay, I couldn't stop my self from dramatically ruining the moment, "Master Fung said we're gonna have a history lesson!" I wailed rather loudly.

"What in tar nations?"

"Yup," randomly said the brunette haired Brazilian, is he still in shock?

"Great..." Clay said sarcastically.

"Ooh, this will be a very enlightening, I wish to venture into the past times of England!" exclaimed an excited Omi, a very excited Omi. I noticed this slight change in mood for Omi, an improvement in the very greatest. I had rarely him so animated ever since what happened. It was good. No, it was great. Even if it cost the rest of us our sanity to the English Royals of the past.

"Great," Clay and Raimundo moaned, all except Omi who grinned on. We strolled down the empty hallway, Clay up ahead with Omi trying not to listen to Omi's joyous outbursts of history facts; and me with Raimundo. It really is interesting how we can just be alone, just the two of us though it feels as if everyone's here-everything's alright, even when its not.

"Kimiko."

"Yeah?"

"You wanna bunk off?"

"We can't do that!" He caught my breath for the same thought had coursed through my brain only moments ago.

"Why not?" Regardless of how much I wanted to do it I carried on objecting to the idea, to the temptation. Raimundo really is the devil of me.

"Well, first there is no where to go. Second if we get caught we have to scrub the halls and third-"

"Okay, okay. You always have to ruin my great ideas,"

"No, I just have to ruin your crap ones. I'll let the good ones go." I giggled afterwards.

We made our way to the meditation room, and as soon as we stepped in, there in the room were blackboards, an exercise book, pens, cushions and a desk.

"This is gonna be a heck of a History lesson..." commented Clay, but the rest of us stood there speechless.

"Since it has been raining unusually frequent. We the monks have decided to enhance your education as well as your training. Now today class, we will be learning about the Tudor Times of England."

"But why history of all things?" whined Raimundo. Needless to say, I elbowed him for his brash discourtesy.

"Why, how can we understand the present without looking to the past that brought us here. And so how can we move on into the future?"

"He randomly chose the subject didn't he." the tall brunette muttered into my ear. I laughed. Not only did we not get an answer to such a strange and definitely an unfortunate event, we only got riddled with a question in reply. Well I guess it was to be expected. This was Master Fung we're dealing with.

"Perhaps it was on his phrase-of-the-day calendar." I reasoned, highly amused all the while.

"I will take anymore questions later during the lesson, you may sit down on your seats and we will start a class discussion." I sat down on the nearest cushion which was close to the board, Rai behind me, Clay next to him and Omi beside me in the front.

"Class discussion my ass, theres only 4 people, excluding Master Fung."

"This is so weird. School?" My keen ears picked up Clay's barely-there whisper.

"Now, before this historical period began there was a war which affected this time greatly. Would anyone like to enlighten us all?"

"It was the-"

"Young monk, please raise your hand and I will get back to you." his hand shot up immediately,

"Omi, you may now proceed with your answer."

"It was the..."

"I know, look at Omi, excitement much!"

"Hey! Don't mess with the monk!" I spat back in a low, deadly tone.

"Kimiko, Raimundo. Explain why the revolution concerning the York and Lancastrian Family which was taken place between 1455 and 1487 resulted in the feud ending with the Tudor family?"

"Um..." we both said in unison, I glanced side to side swiftly hoping not to catch Master Fungs eyes. I saw a glimpse of a desperate Omi and his hand up.

Master Fung sighed in disappointment or was it just tiredness. I couldn't assume. He went over back to the chalkboard and began writing again. Then I felt a tingle upon my shoulder, someone was tapping me.

"I think if we wear down Master Fung, he could get so tired of it he would give up on this whole school thing." I felt the blood rush to my neck as it tingled from the warmth of his breath. The heat was too inviting, so I moved forward and turned around to face him. His eyes held captive my attention. "Wow." I breathed.

"Yeah I know. I'm real sly aint I? Pure brilliance,"

"That wasn't what I meant, I...Um, shut up don't flatter yourself."

"Erm, okay..."

As Master Fung turned to the bored writing millions of little words, a sly Rai tore off some paper and crumpled it into a petite paper ball and threw it across the room to make contact with Master's bald head.

He slowly turned around and eyed each one of us. Lingering a second more after surveillance, he then slowly turned around and carried on. So it became the situation where everyone else was writing apart from me and Raimundo. Thus...

"Okay, who threw that one?" he asked us. I ran the conspicious blank face whilst Rai played his lie right to the full giving the class a baffled look and a shrug of 'I don't have any clue what so ever' as Clay and Omi swiftly turned their heads to him.

After about forty minutes 20 paper balls had been thrown by me, 13 paper airplanes obviously by Raimundo and exactly 5 spit balls courtesy of Clay. At the end of the class Rai, Clay and I were in hysterics.

"Sigh...(smacks head)" Master Fung was definitely wore down. This didn't ensure our freedom but it gave us a glimmer of hope-and a bit of entertainment I may guiltily add. Of course, I was quite mortified that I had actually partaken in such a silly and disrespectful manner. But surely comprimising relax time after saving the world for history of all things was surely not right.

"Master I know who did it! It was-" be fore Omi could spit out the truth Clay covered his mouth finally entering the world of reality, but it seemed Master Fung had taken no notice of him.

"Class has ended,"

"Ooh," there was only one student who wailed.

"I suggest you train during the discussion time between me and the monks about your education. We will meditate upon this matter further."

As he walked out of the room, the tension fell so fast that it surpassed hell itself.

"Who wee, I was scared there for a second."

"Nah,

We walked out of the with relief.

Little did they know, something was going to totally destroy that...

an/ hello. well, i got this idea a couple of weeks ago and now i have the time to actually post this up. please review and this will get better i promise!

status/ dec 08 revision. reviewed as best as i can, sadly such premise is gone from my mind.