Creature

By: CrystallicSky

Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown, or any of the characters in it, nor will I ever...unless... no, I'll never own it.

Warning(s):Um...I don't really know...I guess the usual, maleXmale romance(though questionably a relationship in a certain way) and since I don't want to spoil anything, I'll just leave it at that.

Notes: Ok, this is another thing that floated into my brain, hijacked my train of thought, crashed it into a brick wall, and is holding my thoughts hostage until it's demands are met, so...I'm writing it. XD

"...Chase?" The warlord tensed slightly, turning to see Jack standing behind him with a blank expression, head tilted slightly as if unsure of himself in using the name. Blinking in surprise, even as a thrill of hope swept through his heart, he pulled the teenager close to him, assuring the afflicted youth that he was right.

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Jack had been quiet all week, and hadn't made eye-contact with Chase for just as long, far too ensnared within the confines of his own mind. On the following Tuesday, however, sitting in his caretaker's lap as the man looked over some ancient tome or other, the youth spoke, "White." Chase looked up from his book, settling his gaze on his beloved. "What?" The teenager looked almost proud as he answered in choppy english, "White. Your favortie color." And it was.

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Chase was getting worried about his Jack again; his speech had greatly improved and was almost back to normal (though he still seemed unable to wrap his mind around the concept of contractions or slang), and he had been talking more often, but for some reason, as of late, he only spoke when spoken to and gave replies as monosyllabic as possible. This went on for several days before the warlord confronted him about it; the answer he had gotten surprised him. "We used to have sex nearly five times a week, and now we are lucky if it is two; are you mad at me?"

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"Why do I have to eat people?" This was the first time Jack questioned his new diet. "You'll understand soon, Jack, I promise." And this was the first time Chase didn't have the heart to tell him the truth.

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"Chase?" The warlord awoke to his beloved gently nudging his shoulder, and he turned to face him, meeting the demonic eyes he had gotten used to over the three years he had been seeing them."What is it, Jack?" Something seemed off about the youth that morning; his speech seemed smoother than usual, not as forced, and his facial expression actually held emotion instead of the incomprehensible blankness it had been.

The teen hesitated, looking fairly apprehensive about whatever he was going to say. "...What am I doing here?"

Chase quirked an eyebrow at the question. "What do you mean, 'what are you doing here'?"

Uncertainty was flamingly obvious in his red eyes now, and he hesitantly explained, "You'll think I'm insane..." Jack apparently didn't expect a response to this, as he continued on to utter the sentence that would flip Chase's world right side up again.

"The last thing I remember is going to check on mom and dad, and now I'm here in bed with you; what happened?"

A/N: ...Meh. The end...no more continuations, I swear, this time. This is it. Closure. Live with it.