My Fool

Summary: Many century ago, a great immortal, known to all as Chase Young, took the world as his own. But like any immortal, Chase's interest in the world is wanning, and because of this, he has let his power slip, just to feel the thrill of rebellion.
Luckily, Chase soon finds himself a Fool to keep him entertained.

Warnings: Short violent conclusion. Yay!

Epilogue

The Land of Nowhere was nothing but a long dead waste-land. It was foreboding to those who approached it. Hundreds of miles across and barren and dust-ridden, it held no life for miles. It was a dead zone.

Now, the dust bowl was a bloody mess. Hundreds upon hundreds of monks and civilians had died already; their corpses scattered across the dry and crumbling earth that was greedily soaked up their blood before the sun could dry it up. This left a meagre handful of rebels, including several shaken Xiaolin Monks, Master Monk Guan and the odd civilian and monks strong or lucky enough to survive for so long.

Chase's small army was in significantly better shape; only thirteen of his warriors had been killed; which was a feat in itself considering there had only been around a hundred to begin with. Many of Jack's robots, however, had been destroyed; but Chase needn't worry; Jack had told him he could rebuild them easily, and that he had backed up each of their memories, whatever that meant.

Jack; Chase smirked as he glanced away from the hateful glares of the Xiaolin Dragons, up to his young lover. Jack, more beautiful than Chase remembered, was staring down from a silver creation rightly named the Silver Manta Ray. The aircraft floated high above the battlefield where it had provided appropriate cover for Chase's small army. The weapons on the ship had been 'upgraded', Jack had told him, and Chase smirked because they were now so efficient that with a single sweep of the ship's weapon, twenty or so men and women died.

Chase was beyond pleased with his lover.

Glancing back to the monks, Chase smirked when he saw Raimundo staring up at Jack, like he still thought the young man was under some form of spell; unwillingly taking part in the blood bath. That thought made the immortal overlord chuckle. He'd enjoy killing Raimundo the most.

Guan moved then, waving the civilians and monks back, until he was only surrounded by the Xiaolin Warriors.

Chase finally let Guan's voice drag him from his thoughts, and he narrowed his eyes on the monk, who limped forward. His leg was a mess, bone broken and ligaments torn, but the monk kept himself composed.

There was no way he could win this battle; but he still called Chase out.

The immortal smirked, all but ready for the battle, but first he waved to Jack, silently sending the youth a command. Jack needed no encouragement, he sent his craft rushing forward, its weapon firing. The Xiaolin Dragons and Guan tensed, ready to defend themselves, but they were spared. Jack hadn't been aiming for them. The others, the war-worn civilians and monks; unprepared as they were, were shot down ruthlessly.

Guan snarled, screaming over the startled yells of Xiaolin Dragons. "Young! They had backed down!"

Chase ignored Guan for a moment, instead watched the Silver Manta Ray circle back and return to Chase's side of the battlefield. This time it lowered to the ground, but Jack didn't move to climb out of the Shen Gong Wu, as commanded by Chase before the battle broke out.

Turning back to Guan, Chase narrowed his golden eyes on the monk, "There's no backing down in this war. Even you know that, Guan."

Guan snarled, he clutched at his staff and limped closer to Chase, preparing for a battle he could only lose, but was stopped by the hands of the four Xiaolin Warriors.

"Let us." The smallest monk, Omi, said gently.

Guan didn't bother to argue with his four students. He knew better than anyone that he could never dream of defeating Chase without his leg. He let the Xiaolin Dragons step forward; silently praying for a miracle, because only a miracle would let the monks come close to beating Chase in battle.

Watching with hopeless eyes, Guan waited for the inevitable to unfold.

Jack climbed from the Silver Manta Ray and ran across the expanse of blood soaked mud and scraps of his robots as fast as he could, straight into Chase's arms. He grinned and laughed breathlessly, glad that the final battle had been relatively easy on Chase and that the immortal hadn't been hurt too badly by the four-against-one face-off.

Chase smiled against Jack's head of red hair, nuzzling his lover's temple. They stood together for what felt like forever, until Chase finally forced himself to pull away. He glanced away from Jack to the battlefield, silently contemplating everything that had happened in the last seven hours.

Guan's body lay several feet away, his expression broken, but relatively at peace with himself. Chase silently sent a small prayer for the monk, but that was all he gave. The others, Chase couldn't care less for; and briefly scanned the bloody mess before he felt like there was nothing else he could do.

Jack was surprisingly quiet and didn't speak until Chase brought himself back from his thoughts; "I'm glad it's over."

"There will be other battles…" Chase pointed out, glancing down to Jack, who shrugged.

"I'll be there for each of them." Jack said, with a small grin.

Chase smirked; reminded, yet again, why he loved the young man wrapped up in his arms. Tightening his hold on Jack, Chase leaned down and kissed Jack senseless and Jack gave a pleased hum and pressed closer to his immortal.

To them, the smell of bloodshed and gunpowder melted away, the hundreds dead were forgotten and their surrounding flitted from their thoughts.

All they knew was each other, and that was all they needed.

END

A/N: Done! Do you guys hate me for ending it so quickly? Yeah, me too~ XDD But I really couldn't add much more... Anyway, editting another Chack to go up soon! Have faith!