Summary: "Rai-" "Where's your God now, Kimiko?" Oneshot Dark!Fic set during Raimundo's turn to the Heylin Side.

A/N: Feeling in a dark mood. Started listening to "Hurricane" by 30 Seconds to Mars. Really got into the mood to write. Not even going to bother perfecting it. Based on the song fic style of TheXGrayXLady.

EDIT: lolwhut? Nomination? ._. *Runs around madly* YAY!

Where is your God?

She'd never been afraid of the dark. Her father dispelled any sense of fear attached to the darkness with his silly games and comforting songs he'd sing to her during the night, curled up with the curtains drawn and the lights off. She closed her eyes. The shadows were her friends. Her soul was of fire, but it's in that very same darkness that she shone the brightest: provided consolation for the weak, guidance for the lost. No matter how many times he'd told her he was leaving, she didn't believe him. She would shine bright enough to steal away any darkness plaguing him.

This darkness, however, was suffocating. She was such a fool.

The xiaolin apprentice had been lying awake, listening to the poisoned rainfall, when she'd been pulled from her prison cell in the late hours of the night. Golems had dragged her, chained, to see him. To say she didn't expect what she saw would be the understatement of the century. The room was lit, but all she saw was smothering obscurity radiated from his aura. He looked like him, but he wasn't the boy she knew. He couldn't be.

With a flick of his wrist, the golems placed her in front of him and they were alone.

She envied his relaxed pose, his cocky expression. How could he be at such ease when his true self had gone missing? Fear, anxiety, anger, betrayal, hatred: She knew they were written all over her face. She was never one for concealing her emotions. She briefly entertained the thought of burning away the darkness suffocating her.

"The offer still stands," he started, pulling her attention to him, kneeling down to her level, the arrogant smirk staining the ghost of a smile that was once his. She desperately wished she could burn the smirk off his face. Burn, burn, she thought to herself. Burn away the mask concealing the boy she missed so desperately. She, however, refused to back down. He was mocking her and her pride refused to allow him to make a fool of her. She growled at him angrily. He knew the answer would always be no. He frowned. "You're on a losing side," he reminded her testily. "It's a matter of time before you'll be begging me to tak-"

"The Heylin side will never win," she interrupted harshly, lashing out the words like a whip.

"Yeah?" The haught in his tone made her hate him all the more. "What makes you so sure you'll win."

"Omi wil-"

It was his turn to interrupt her. "Omi!" He laughed, the malicious sound ricocheting off the bleak walls. "That chrome-dome is stuck fifteen hundred years in the past! What kind of idiot would put their hope in that lost cause?" he jeered, roughly grabbing hold of her face. "I never got you guys. You. You all treat Omi like he's some sort of God. The ultimate savior." She flinched away, wincing as his spite-powered fingers dug into her jaw line. "Believing in Omi is hopeless," he hissed, emphasizing the last word until it scraped at the little confidence she had left. She closed her eyes, refusing to see the sadistic hurricane he'd become. He couldn't hurt her if she couldn't see him. She'd find comfort in her own, self-created darkness.

"You-"

"Tell me," he demanded, interrupting her again and forcing away her blanket of comfort and back into the dismal murkiness he held over her. "How important is he to you? Would you kill for him? To save his life? To prove you're right? Prove he's the key?" She silently pulled away from him, begging for his fingers to release her. She felt tear prick at the corners of her eyes. No! She refused to lower herself to crying! She held back the tears, her rattled pride keeping her at bay.

"TELL ME!" he demanded, grabbing her face and forcing her to look into his erratic and furious eyes in greater force than last time, fear gripping her heart even tighter. "Tell me," he asked, laughing like a breathless manic. "Would you? Would you kill?" Her eyes widened as she saw a brief moment of despaired jealousy flash across his expression. "Tell me, Kimiko!"

"Stop," she pleaded, pulling away from him.

"That's right!" he laughed, holding her face firmly in place, centimeters from his, the haughty manic returning. "Because you know it too! Believing in him is hopeless!"

"Rai-"

For the third time, she was interrupted. "If you can't tell me if he's worth that, then at least tell me this!" He pulled her face closer and pressed his forehead against hers, close enough so she was able to smell the mint in his breath and hear the angry beating of his heart. "Where is your God now, Kimiko?"

The last of her pride shattered and she broke into a sob, hanging her head low. "I don't know!" she cried out, her shoulders shaking violently. She hated him. She hated him for making her cry. She hated him for breaking her confidence. She hated him for making her doubt Omi. But most of all, she hated him for leaving in the first place. Anger and despair pumped through her veins, her hatred making her blood feel like it was on fire. Through her tears, she could've sworn she saw him hesitate; the mask the Heylin had forced on him slip off for the inkling of a moment as he pulled away from her, his fingers releasing her face. "You're revolting, Raimundo Pedrosa!" she spat fiercely at him, her temper raging, trying to hurt him like he'd hurt her. She shook the tears from her face, unable to wipe them away. "Omi is a thousand times the man you will ever be!"

The relapse was brief. The mask was back on. He gripped her by the back of her head and crashed their lips together, clutching her to him tightly, clasping her closer and closer as if he were trying to squeeze every ounce of Omi's influence out of her. The burning desperation she felt behind his kiss suffocated her even more. She gasped for air, making the mistake of parting her lips. He took the opportunity to force himself into her, his tongue violating her mouth furiously. She cried as her first kiss was ripped away from her, screaming in his mouth rebelliously. He pulled away and covered her mouth with his calloused palm, his eyes reflecting betrayal. 'Him!' she thought to herself, laughing in the irony, 'Him betrayed! That's hilarious!'

"Don't mention him again," he ordered with a dangerous snarl. "Even if you refuse to be mine, I'd KILL you before you ever became his." She resisted the urge to shrink away from him. He was unstable on the Heylin side.

"It doesn't matter," she pleaded, realizing that he was at war with himself. "You don't belong with Wuya! Raimundo, you promised-"

"It's not enough!" he snapped, looking away from her, shame burning on his face.

"I prayed-"

"Bullshit!"

"Our secrets-"

"Let it all go!" he snapped again, pushing away from her as he started to pace around the room, gripping his head.

She shouted at him, "Don't you see what the darkness is doing to you? You're losing yourself!"

"What do you care?" he shouted back, turning to face her from across the room, putting distance between them. "You guys don't need me! I was the dead weight of the team!"

She screamed in frustration. "SAYS WHO!"

"EVERYONE!" he argued back, taking threatening strides towards her. "I did what I thought was right and I got diddly SQUAT for it. Omi was the hero! He's always the hero!"

"No," she cried. "He isn't! Not to me!"

"What kind of idiot do you take me for?" he demanded heatedly. "Are you gonna feed me some bullshit about me being a hero? I'm not stupid!" The insecurity was written all over his body, making the murk he radiated grow and push more fear into her. He was in her face again. "You can't fool me with lies."

"I'm not lying!"

"So you're saying that you want me now?" he laughed condescendingly. "More bullshit!"

She shouted into the air, "I don't want you like this! I want you like you were!"

He forced her out of her chair and pushed her down onto the floor indignantly, climbing onto her and pressing his body down on hers. She closed her eyes. She knew it was just a show. He was trying to flaunt his dominance on her. He forced her to look at him and his tired jade met her misty sky. "Do you really want me?" he asked softly, jaded by animosity and vacillation. "Me? Tell me," he asked breathlessly. "Are you telling me to torture me for my sins? Do you really want me? Or would I be living a lie if I believed you?" He rested his head against her chest, feeling it rise and fall as she breathed shallowly, excited by their show.

However, before she could answer, he stood. "Get out of my face." He summoned golems to take her back and she grunted in protest as they uncaringly scooped her off the floor.

"Raimundo!" He looked back at her, mistrust read in his eyes. She paused as their eyes met again, their standings finally reaching a strange equilibrium. "I…" she swallowed and caught her breath before she looked at him again. "No, I wouldn't kill for him."

"Wha-"

She cut him off with a sharp shake of her head and looked at him, solemn and melancholy sincerity in her own eyes. "I wouldn't kill for him." She squirmed furiously as he flicked his wrist and started to send her off. She yelled at him as she was taken away, "But I'd kill to get you back!"

Raimundo was left in shock as he watched the golems take Kimiko away, her words echoing in his head before he doubled over and let out a yell of fury.

~*End*~