Erotomania

Purple Luck

Disclaimer: Because it's actually require- I don't own Xiaolin Showdown or any of the characters. (Save it be for Morgan, Lance, Mrs. Le Faye, and the random weather man.)

Summary: Chase is trapped in an engagement and now he only has a week to get out of the wedding before he takes on a Mrs. Young. Easy right? Only one problem. He has to do it without killing the bride to be!

Chapter one: Here Comes the Bride

Sunday

Chase Young's lair was perhaps the most evil and ominous place in the world. It was just pure luck that the area was cursed under black clouds of doom and misery. The real estate agent that had shown him the place said that it was perhaps the most sought after characteristic in an evil villain's lair and it wouldn't come cheap. Of course this is Chase Young we're talking about and needless to say with a little forceful 'persuasion' on the poor real estate agent's face he managed to get the lair for the unbelievable price of free. But something horrible was coming. It was an unstoppable force that would not have its will denied! Nothing could stop it. Heylin master or not!

"So folk, Expect rain, rain, and more rain this monsoon season in the south of China. Don't forget the emergency life rafts because there is going to be some serious flooding!" An overly perky weather man said in a car sales man like manner. Chase sighed as he watched the weather channel. Being eternally young had its drawbacks such as absolute boredom after you've done everything else. "And now here at channel two and a half we bring you a shocking update! It appears this weekend in the Land of Nowhere for the first time in about fifteen hundred years, Sunshine! And lots of it! And- wait? What?! Holy crap! It's the Apocalypse! Everyone head to the hills!"

Chase's snapped to attention. What the hell was the weather man talking about? His property was cursed! Cursed! Chase shook his head. It must have been a joke. How dare they play a joke on the mighty and powerful Chase Young?

"Note to self: When I rule the world, they die first." He muttered. Clicking off the TV Chase headed to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal to hold him over until lunch time. Lunch was soup. Again. Yet another drawback of being eternally young, he had to drink the same Lao Meng Long soup everyday for eternity or else his soul, which he sold for it, would zip straight to hell and his body would become an evil, savage demon infested shell. Peachy, right? Just as he had reached the kitchen he heard his front door slam open. And I mean, how could you not hear it? It's made of ten feet thick rock for crying out loud! He really should just install a regular door with a door bell. And in my opinion that door bell should play the Mexican hat dance! Or… not. Back to the story!

"Probably just Spicer. I'd better go kick him out. Before he touches anything." Chase snarled. The last time he had chosen to ignore one of Jack Spicer's surprise visits, the clumsy fool had broken five irreplaceable Ming vases, started a massive fire in the dining room, and had spilled coke-a-cola all over his 'personal' magazine collection! Chase had especially mourned the loss of his 'personal' magazines… He took a deep breath as he approached the top of the stairs. "Alright Spicer! Get the hell out of my-"

Chase stopped mid-sentence. The intruder wasn't Spicer. It was a girl and a bunch of muscular guys with furniture, suitcases, and various sundries. She had been standing with her back to him, legs spread out and her hands on her hips in a commanding fashion. Her blond hair had been cut in a stylish bob where it was super short in the back and progressively became longer as it reached the front.

"TWEET!"Screeched a silver whistle.

"What do you Neanderthals think you're doing? Hm? I better not find a single scratch on my furniture. Because if I do, I'll tell daddy!" cried out the petite girl.

"No! No! It's not scratched miss! We promise!" Chase raised an eyebrow. Somehow this seventeen year old brat had struck fear into the hearts of these men who were well at least two feet taller than her. All by threatening to tell her father? Just what the hell was going on?

"Hold it! Just who the hell do you think you are?" Chase snapped. He descended the stairs as quickly as possible. The girl had turned about face ready to kill who ever had addressed her so rudely. Chase inwardly flinched himself. She had a cute face. Angry, but cute. She had long eyelashes to frame her fierce blue eyes and what looked to be soft, gentle, pink lips were set in a hard scowl. She was so cute Chase just about puked from the sugary sweetness of it all. The only thing that prevented his stomach from dumping on the blue, marble floor was that the normal cuteness had been contorted into an ugly temper tantrum. This girl was the kind he hated the most. She was a fashion conscious mary-sue without a doubt.

"Uh! Hello! How dare you talk to me like that! Just who the hell are you!" All the muscular men were frozen with fear. Some had hopeful glitters in their eyes that Chase might be their salvation from their little task master. "I'll have you know that I'm Morgan Le Faye the thirteenth! Descendent of the original Morgan Le Faye! And unless you want to answer to my daddy I suggest you treat me with respect!"

"I'm Chase Young. I don't care who you are! Now pack your shit up and leave!" He growled in a threatening manner. Instantly, shock covered the girl's face. A fluttery gasp escaped her lips. Any moment now she'd be running for her worthless, generic life.

"Oh! Chase! I'm so sorry!" He smirked victoriously as this foolish little girl realized her mistake. Glomp! It was Chase's turn to be shocked! This Morgan girl was clinging to him. Around his waist! Nobody touched him like that! Well, except for that one chick in Rio… "Can you forgive me sweetie?"

"What?!"

"I suppose our first meeting would have been so much more pleasant if we had sent each other pictures, but really I just can never find the right thing to wear in a photo! Anyways I suppose- blah blah blah." Morgan continued to ramble on while Chase tried to un-attach his new parasitic appendage from his waist. The ridiculous nonsense spilling out of Morgan's mouth didn't exactly help the situation either. "Of course it would have also helped if you had been there with me and mom when we picked out our wedding colors and-"

"Wedding colors? What wedding? What are you talking about?" Yet again the dark Heylin master was confused and shocked.

"Why! Our wedding of course! Mom and Daddy will be here any minute to help set up for everything! Dad even hired a priest!"

Chase froze staring down at this wretchedly sweet girl wrapped tight around his waist. Marriage? Him? The great Chase Young? Sure he liked women, but only to look at! After living with Wuya he swore never to live with a woman again and much less marry anyone!

"That Chase, always playing his games." A southern voice echoed through the lair. Chase looked up instantly furious. He realized that whatever was going on he had found the one responsible for it. Hannibal Roy Bean.