MY FIRST XIAOLIN SHOWDOWN FIC! YAY ME!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kimiko, Clay, Raimundo, or Omi. Just Nova and Gale.
Dedication: I love Kimiko!
Raimundo tossed and turned in his slumber. It was another nightmare. The same girl...one he didn't know...was reaching out to him as she dangled over a cliff. He reached for her, calling to her, but he was too late. The girl tumbled into the gorge, and Wuya's evil laughter was ringing in his ears...
"AH!" he shouted, jerking awake. He rubbed his eyes and stretched out his face, exasperated with these constant nightmares. He heard a clattering at his door, and Kimiko poked her head in.
"What is it, Rai?' she mumbled, rubbing at her own eyes. "You woke up screaming again."
"No duh." he replied. "Another dumb nightmare. Same girl." He got up and stalked past her, hopefully leaving the painful nightmare behind. No point going back to sleep, he thought. It's almost dawn anyway.
Kimi yawned, then made her way back to her own bedroom. Raimundo's nightmares were constant now-a-days. He had woken her up three nights in a row! She'd knock him over the head tomorrow night...
Rai stalked into the kitchen, and stuck his head in the pantry, hoping to find something good. Nope, nada. Just the normal health food stuff that Master Fung kept around. Man, did he want Pop-Tarts. With a groan, he dug deeper, hoping to unearth something in the back.
"Up early again, Raimundo?" said a voice from directly behind him.
"YAH! he yelped, jumping a foot and banging his head on the shelf above him. "Master Fung!" he said, as soon as he pulled his head out of the pantry. "Please don't sneak up on me like that." He ruefully rubbed the growing lump on his head.
"My apologies, Raimundo. If you are looking for those sugary pastry breakfast bars called Pop-Tarts, they are in the fridge." Master Fung smiled as Raimundo made a mad dash for the fridge. Such an eager young apprentice. As Rai sat down with the box of Strawberry flavored Pop-Tarts, Master Fung got himself a cup of green tea, flavoring it with honey and lemon.
"Raimundo, do you mind telling me why you have gotten up early for the past three days? It is quite unlike you." He sat next to Raimundo, who looked slightly anxious.
"Well, Master Fung," said Raimundo, swallowing a mouthful of Pop-Tart, "I've always had a strange dream..."
Gale tossed and turned. The nightmare was back. She was dangling from a cliff, and a boy with worried eyes was reaching for her. He called out to her.
"Hang on, Gale, just hang on!" But he was always too late, and as she tumbled down the endless gorge, she heard the evil cackling that sounded so triumphant...
"AH!" she screamed, sitting bolt upright, panting and heaving. She didn't know the boy, she had never seen his face before. But he always seemed so familiar. Tears filling her eyes, she wiped them away. Her bedroom door popped open and her twin sister poked her head in.
"You alright, Gale?" she asked. Gale nodded. "Good, cause if you ever wake me up again at six am again, I will rip your head off and use it as a soccer ball!" she bellowed, slamming the door shut.
Gale sighed, then got up. No use going back to sleep... She thought. Dawn will be breaking in a few minutes. She dressed herself in her favorite pair of baggy black jeans with holes in the knees, her navy Tinkerbell shirt and a pair of black flip-flops.
She walked downstairs, trying her best not to wake up Nova, who was a beast in the morning. She entered the kitchen which bore messes left by her parents as they rushed out to work. With a sigh, she began to clean up. When the kitchen was spotless once more, she made herself a bowl of Captain Crunch with some grapes and sausage on the side.
She turned on the TV, and started to watch her favorite cartoon shows, The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, Danny Phantom, and Ben 10. When those shows were over, she cleaned up her mess, and wrote a note to her sister, saying that she was going out and would be back by 11 or 12. She pulled on her black and silver hoodie, then left.
As she weaved her way through the throngs of people in Cincinnati, she felt so lonely, so apart from everyone else. Nobody on this street had an unknown boy crying out to them as they tumbled from a cliff haunting them every night. She hugged her body, a sudden shiver of cold creeping down her spine. She wanted to get out of the crowds...Ah! There it was. The coffee shop on Norton's Ave, the one that all the goths recited poetry and artists got advice on their latest projects at.
She entered and half of the people in the small shop waved and called her name. The regulars. She smiled as she slid into a booth next to a tattooed and pierced girl who's name was Cleopatra and her companion, a silent artist called the Man. Danny, the head waiter, came over with her usual, a vanilla cappuccino with extra carmel on top. Cleopatra smiled.
"How's Cleopatra's favorite Normal?" she asked, giving Gale a punch on the arm. Gale punched her back.
"Could be better." she said, taking a sip of her cappuccino. Cleopatra frowned, her purple-outlined lips pursed.
"You can tell Cleopatra." she said, smiling sympathetically. "Cleopatra's all ears."
Gale ran her fingers over the edge of her Styrofoam cup, then looked into Cleopatra's lime-green eyes. "Well, I've always had this really strange dream..."
So...does it sound good, or no?