A/N: This is the sequel to Forget Me Not! If you don't feel like reading that, or need a quick re cap of it, here you go!

Raimundo left the temple in search of something more interesting but he managed to leave Ninja Fred with Kimiko. Two years later he's on the heylin side with Chase but has come back to try and steal all the wu for non other then Chase. When he gets their he has a whole new identity as Auster, a blonde hair browned eyed boy who steals Kimiko's heart after only a little bit. From their on out, they bond, she misses Raimundo but has finally found her new love, Omi's trying to accept this guy and Clay wants him gone. On the other hand Jack is trying to find a way to get Chase's attention so he dresses up as Raimundo and goes back to the temple as well but only ends up partially killing Omi who is later brought back by a wu all thanks to Chase who is just their to patch up Jack's mistakes. With Omi supposed to be dead and Clay terribly upset over his death she decides to run away but with Auster because she loves him, on their trip she finds out it was him and she leaves the temple in a huff. Raimundo goes back to Brazil upset and confused and Omi and Clay head back to Texas to work on the ranch. Well at the airport Raimundo meets Keiko, the girl who is about to change his life and Chase and Jack are in love finally. It ends with Master Fung locking up the temple and leaving all the wu unlocked, he believes that since everyone else has got what they wanted why not let Chase have what he wants too. But one thing Master Fung forgot to do was grab Ninja Fred who was no longer wanted by Raimundo or Kimiko or anyone else for that matter.

Chapter 1: Prologue

1 Year Later

"Full moon," Rai mumbled under his breath as he stared out, a bottle of water in his hands and his once short hair now touching a bit past his shoulders.

He ran his fingers across his chin. Stubble. Pure chocolate brown stubble. His eyes were hidden beneath bangs, or hair, by the length of them you couldn't much call them bangs anymore. He had gone from sex icon to a pointless nothing living in a rundown apartment and just barely getting by. He went from a wonderful home with his amazing friends, to a girlfriend who ended up not being close to what he thought she was. With a sigh he let the bottle fall to the ground and turned back to his blaring small screened TV. It was the news, somebody else was killed, and somebody else was in an accident, why couldn't he get in one of those?

"Pointless rubbish!" he yelled and chucked air at the screen.

His eyes hurt, they were bloodshot, being stained with tears, air was going in but he couldn't taste its chill. Even when he kissed Keiko there was no passion, there was just nothing but a pure feeling of emptiness. With a sigh he lifted up a pile of envelopes on the counter.

Bill.

Bill.

Bill.

Keiko stuff.

Bill.

Oo I'm in debt for this piece of shit place I call home!

He threw it all on the ground. He knew he was clean out of money, he knew he had been acting like a bum, blowing his money on pointless things for the girl he 'loved' and splurging on things that he didn't even need, nor did even want. A mirror was sitting above his sink, what a pointless thing to have, all he could do well doing the dishes was stare at his pointless pathetic self. He saw it though, so it wasn't exactly him. Instead he saw his younger side, the one with the cropped hair, maroon robes, so deeply in love with the most amazing girl ever. That's who he saw but it vanished whenever he set back into reality. He grabbed a dirty pan, filled with remnants of last week's dinner and began to scrub.

"The temple," he muttered under his breath, "the temple," he whispered again.

The pan fell into the soapy water and splashed his topless body. A smile brightened his whole face as he bolted into Keiko and his bedroom until he found her laptop.

"Flight times, flight times," he muttered scrolling through multiple sources and finally booking a whole flight.

A number flashed up on the screen and he didn't even care that he was far to broke to afford it. He typed in his credit card number and clicked next. Within seconds it gave him all his destination times and everything else that he would need to know to go out into the world and find Kimiko. His mind stopped, his heart stopped, and the world around him stopped. A notepad was lying on the counter, next to it was a pen.

"Break up with Keiko," he muttered on his breath.

"Do what?" a voice said from the door.

He looked up. With perfect raven hair melting down her head and caressing her shoulder stood Keiko. She flipped a strand behind her ear and smirked sheepishly at him.

"What?" she asked again running her porcelain hand down his chest.

Raimundo's eyes shut and he ran his fingers across the bridge of his nose.

"Keiko, stop," he lightly said flicking her wrist away from his body.

"What?" she asked, "Auster are you alright?"

Auster.

His hand tightened into a fist as the words spewed from her rose shaded lips.

"I'm not Auster!" he said with fury.

"What?" her expression traced with a puzzled appearance.

"I'M NOT AUSTER!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

She jumped back away from him, "What?"

"I'm just a liar," he said flicking his wrist and running it through his hair.

"Au-," she started reaching a caring hand out.

He shot a hand up and ran into the bedroom pulling down a bag and shoving his few belongings into it. Keiko lingered at the doorway.

"What are you doing?" she screeched.

"Packing?" he mumbled.

"No!" Keiko exclaimed, "You're going to do some explaining mister? Who are you?" her voice fading with the sentence.

"Who are you?" he asked sternly, "My mother?" he continued pulling the bag up onto his shoulders.

"Why are you being like this?" she asked stomping her foot all clad in a high heel.

"My flight leaves in two hours!" he said surprised and passing her by.

"You're what!" she yelled, "Get back here and do some explaining!"

He walked out of the open front door and out to the elevator, following it down and making it out onto the charcoal colored street. With a smile on his face he yanked on the shirt he had grabbed and hailed a taxi.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

Rai felt like saying anywhere but shakily he answered, "Airport,"

The driver nodded, "Will do,"

"Oh my god!" Raimundo exclaimed, his thoughts all jumbled up.

The driver stared at him through the front mirror, "Excited for something?"

"Excited is an understatement!" Raimundo exclaimed.

"Ah," the driver said smirking at Rai.

Raimundo sighed, his lips were pulled into a light smile. He reached his hands up on top of his head. HAIR! He still had the thick layer of brunette hair staining his tan scalp. He needed to get rid of it. He looked down at his hands. Dry as could be and rough as alligator skin. He brought his hands up to his chin and ran it across his chin. Time to shave. He ran his tongue across his teeth and licked the stale taste of air in his mouth. Gross.

"I can't go to Tokyo like this!" he said louder then a whisper but close to being un heard.

"Tokyo?" the driver asked.

Raimundo rocked back and forth in his seat out of pure excitement.

"What's there?" the driver asked smiling slightly to himself.

"She is!" Raimundo said pulling his hands close to his chest, "She is," his voice a whisper the second time around.

The driver pulled over at a barber shop and turned around to face Raimundo.

"Well," he said, "You can't go see HER looking like that! I'll be right here when you get out," he reached below his feet and grabbed a magazine paging through it.

Raimundo jumped up, "Oh Kimiko!" he yelled out to the world, "I'm coming home!"

"Home," Kimiko whispered underneath a tree.

Chase was watching her from a window. His yellow eyes were holding their gaze directly on her petite frame.

"Kimiko," he whispered clutching his fist.

She stood up noticing him through the window and brushed herself off. At that moment, she knew if she walked in time, she would be in deep, deep, trouble. She did it anyways, she wasn't afraid of Chase anymore; she was just part of him and his army.

"Kimiko," he said as she walked in.

She kneeled down to his waist in a bow and then gently rose herself back up.

"Yes Chase?" she asked, her eyes staring him up and down, it was her turn to be superior.

"Go fetch me a cup of tea and a good read, I'd like to enjoy the spot you were just," his voice demanding yet light.

She gently rose herself up on her tip toes so she was a bit taller and shook her head.

"Make Jack do it!" she exclaimed, her hands on her hips and her lips pursed.

"Jack is busy at the moment, I want you to do it!" Chase said clasping his hands together.

"I don't want to do it though," she replied flipping her hair behind her ear.

"Then what do you want? Do you want to end up like Clay and Omi?" he asked staring her up and down.

She thought of the past, thought of the problems that had been encountered and then looked at Chase and knew he was more then serious. She let herself fall out of the tip toe position and quietly walked off to gather what Chase wanted. Chase picked up a wu of choice and studied it in his hands. It glistened under the candle light and he smiled mischievously with his eyes. He had Clay and Omi taken care of, they wouldn't bother him any longer, he had Kimiko deep under his possession, she wasn't going anywhere, and now all he needed to do was destroy Raimundo, to bad he was long gone.

A/N: Sorry, it was kind of boring but I promise it will get much more interesting as we go on, this was just the prolouge, to see what you all think of this one? So tell me what you think, and if you like it, i'll continue it! :)