So, for all who subscribed to me, I will be finishing Tails Takes Cool Lessons (so don't threat!) But in the mean time, I have been working on a new fanfiction in a new fandom. So as I work on the final chapters for TTCL, I will be posting updates for this story as well. I think that just about covers it... *pushes glasses to the top of my head, smiling* Well, enjoy the read if you want. And, please R&R.

CHAPTER 1

As she walked down the streets chatting away, Kimiko felt a sense of accomplishment. Not only had she mastered her Wudai weapon and element, but she helped save the world from falling under the Heylin rule of Chase Young, Hannibal Bean and Wuya- Jack was not the greatest threat and often switched sides. In Kimiko's eyes, the "evil boy genius" did not count. Hannibal had been one of their formidable foes, using the Shen Gong Wu to manipulate the appearances of others for his own personal gain. Though it was smart, she found it hard to trust her friends after that. Sometimes Kimiko even checked for any signs of the little beans' return. Thinking of the old hag upset her as well, but not more so than the Kung Fu Master the witch claimed by her side. Chase had given his soul to be the best and in the process became a monster. Just the very thought of such obsessive pride was enough to make the Dragon Warrior heave. She could never imagine herself turning to the dark side. Turning against your own kind was the biggest disgrace and her father always emphasized the importance of kindness and loyalty. Papa... I should call him. But first...

Kimiko flipped her temporary purple hair with a smile and tuned back into the conversation between her and Keiko. She had dropped in just in time to catch the end of Keiko's sentence, which emphasized how she despised the color green. Though Kimiko did not catch the reason why, she groaned, tilting her head. "Tell me about it. Last week my papa had sent me some clothes he bought for me- I love papa, don't get me wrong- but there was a yellow shirt! Not the bright kind but the one that looks white and blends with my skin. Everyone knows yellow washes out my complexion!"

Keiko agreed. "You know, we could trade shirts! I'll send you my green one and you can send me your yellow one."

Kimiko broke into a smile. "That's awesome! I totally owe you one." Just as she ended her sentence she felt the breeze pick up, making her hair wave in all sorts of directions. Kimiko pulled an arm over her head for cover, looking over her shoulder in attempt to see who it was. Hard to see when you had wind being blown into your face. Just as the wind died down and everything seemed to settle, her stomach did not. At the sight of a black trench coat she groaned, pulling her hair back into place as her attention turned back to the phone. "Ugh, I'll call you later Keiko. Uh huh, arigato Keiko. Bye."

"Well, if it isn't the Dragon of Fire herself!" Geez. He was even more annoying without an active Shen Gong Wu around. Kimiko turned to face him and was met with a mischievous grin and deep red eyes. The propellers from his helipack were still in the works of slowing down and made his hair undulate. She bared her teeth and took a step forward, fists clenched as she readied herself for an attack.

"Get lost you creep!"

Jack scoffed, crossing his arms as his grin turned into a challenging smile. "No way. Not until you answer my question."

Kimiko answered blankly. "No."

With the immediate rejection Jack sat up, frowning as he points a finger at her. "Hey, no fair! I didn't even ask you yet!"

"I'm not interested." And with that said she turned and started walking away. Jack starts tapping his fingers on the arm of the bench, a bemused expression on his face as he waited for her to turn around. When the Xiaolin Warrior showed no intentions of returning, Jack let out an irritated sigh and called out his Third Arm Sash. In a break neck speed the cloth shot towards Kimiko and wrapped around her arms, trapping her as it slowly brought her back. The warrior wretched and yelled in protest, obviously upset that she had allowed herself to be caught by the enemy again. The bared her teeth at Jack, a deep hatred burning in her eyes. "Let me go now."

Jack frowns as he stands and meets Kimiko's fiery gaze. His stare is indifferent as he shoves a paper to her chest, releasing the Third Arm's Sash grip on her waist as he takes a step back. At Kimiko's questioning stare. he crosses his arms and turns away, waving his hand to brush it off. "Just take it."

Kimiko nearly screamed as she read the little paper over. It was smaller than she had expected and it had a transparent city design as the backdrop. In big, bold letters read the cost of the ticket and the time and date of the event. She could not believe this. "A prom ticket?"

"My parents are making me go," Jack added as if to make a difference, "I'm not happy about either but they went ahead and bought two-"

Kimiko cut him off, shoving the ticket back into his chest. Jack stumbled back a few steps as he was unprepared for the mini blow, letting the ticket float to the sidewalk. "I rather let the world fall into ten thousand years of darkness than go to prom with you."

Jack frowned in protest. "Why not?" He summoned the Third Arm Sash again, this time beckoning the cloth to pick up the ticket from the floor. "I thought girls liked dressing up and crap."

Kimiko scoffed. "Because it's you."

"Gee, thanks for the confidence boost," the self proclaimed Evil Genius replied dryly.

Kimiko poised her nose to the air, her lips still in a frown as she waves him off. "Why don't you ask Katnappe? I'm sure she's dying to go with you."

Spicer shuddered in disgust. Just the thought of blonde hair and cat puns was enough to give him a head splitting headache. If it was Ashley's choice, she would wear her cat suit to prom and terrorize the ginger with her sharp claws. Heck, Ashley would be crazy enough to bring her genetically enhanced super kittens; those things were lethal. Jack frowned as he ended his thoughts, attention back on the warrior in front of him. "Ashley would claw my eyes out, and I hate her guts."

Kimiko looked over her shoulder, smiling a bit to herself out of spite. "And I don't?"

"Well, yeah. But you're the good guy," Jack retaliated dumbly. This got nothing out of the teen before him, her gaze just as cold as it had been a few minutes before. He matches her stare before finally sighing in defeat, activating his helipack as his feet lifted off the ground. His frown was still present as he looked down at her, shaking his head as he was lifted higher off the ground. "Fine. Be that way. Not like you were my first choice anyways."

"Thank you!" Kimiko waited until Jack had his back turned to walk away. Good riddance! As she is walking down the sidewalk, she hears her cell phone chime and flips it out. She peers at the caller ID before breaking into a smile, answering with her usually perky tone as she picks up her walking pace. "Papa! How are you?"

"I am doing well. How is my little lotus flower?," her papa replied just as happily.

Kimiko's heart warmed as she heard the nickname, smile softening as she continued to walk. "I'm fine. You know how things get at the temple."

Just as the conversation was getting somewhere, Kimiko was knocked to the ground. Her cell phone skid across the sidewalk and stopped a few mere feet away, showing the call had not been dropped. She glared up at her assailant, only to be met with liner and red hair. Jack Spicer had purposefully crashed into her, now holding Kimiko in a tight grip as he cried into her dress. In a painfully plaintive cry, he sobbed "Please Kimiko! No one wants to go with me because I'm a loser and I don't wanna be alone!"

Kimiko let out a small growl and roughly shoved him off, crawling over to her phone as she yelled at him to get lost. She took a calming breath and answered her papa, forcing herself to sound happy. "Sorry about that papa. As you were saying?"

"Kimiko, who was that?"

The warrior rolled her eyes. "Oh. Just Spicer," she replied in disdain. That was when Jack snatched the phone from Kimiko's lithe fingers and gave her a hard stare, covering the speaker as he pronounced his full name to Kimiko before turning his back to her, answering the phone with a no nonsense, matter-of-fact tone. "Hello , the name's Jack Spicer. How are you?"

"Oh. Well, I am doing well Jack. How about you?"

"Me," he asked innocently. That was when he turned to Kimiko with a little smirk. "Eh, I could be doing better..."

"What seems to be the issue?" leaned back in his chair, setting his wrench on his lap as he swiveled the chair to look over the city of Tokyo. That was when Jack sighed hopelessly.

"You see , a school dance is coming up. I normally wouldn't go but my parents had already bought me two tickets. I don't want their money to go to waste and I've been having trouble finding a date." Jack took the opportunity to look at Kimiko. She was even paler than usual as he said the word, which gave Jack an even wider smile. "Since it's short notice, I asked your daughter if she would like to come!... but she denied my invitation. I get that she's a Xiaolin Warrior and she has her duties but, would it hurt her to take one night off; you know?"

nods along to every word Jack is saying, finding himself in thought as he asked the evil genius to put his daughter back on the phone. When Jack had offered her phone, Kimiko snatched it and gave him a pout-y glare. She answered the phone with her same perky tone, forcing a smile as she took a couple of steps away from Jack. "Yes papa?"

"Kimi..." slips off his glasses and starts twirling a pencil in between his fingers, watching a flashing billboard with makeup and toothpaste propaganda. "Why don't you attend prom with ? He seems like a nice boy."

Kimiko blinked, asking incredulously. "Nice? Jack? But papa, don't you remember? He turned you and your employees into mindless zombies and tried to take over your company!"

"As I recall, that was Panda Bubba, and I regret forming a partnership with the very person who tried to ruin it."

"But did he not help retrieve your chi from the Ying Yang world?" Her papa ruffled his hair a bit, swiveling his chair back to his desk.

"Well, yeah..."

"And did he not help you defeat Wuya?"

"Yes, but only because she betrayed him-"

Her papa interrupted her softly. "Kimiko... I agree with what Jack Spicer is saying. Training at the temple has consumed much of your time, and I think this dance will be good for you. You deserve the break."

Kimiko thought about all the hardships she had experienced a the temple. Since her arrival, she has done nothing but train and fight and do chores. There are times she was free, but she would spend it at the temple with her fellow warriors. When she left Tokyo, she had left many of her friends and her family. Kimiko had also lost out on opportunities to attend traditional ceremonies. Maybe her papa was right. Maybe she did need a break from the temple- even if it was for only one night. With a silent sigh Kimiko frowned softly, reminding herself it would be with, and for, Jack Spicer. "Okay papa. I... I'll do it. For you."

With the change of heart the father smiled, setting the pencil down as he stands up to meet his assistant manager at the door. "Thank you... I have a meeting to attend to, but I will call you back when I find the time. I love you my little flower."

"I love you too, papa. Bye..." Kimiko only hung up when she heard the dial tone, sighing as she stared at the screen. The things she did for her father. The moment of peace was short lived when Jack craned into Kimiko's shadow, head inches away from resting on her shoulder as he smiled smugly, letting out a little laugh.

"So, when do you want me to pick you up? Seven?"

This earned the red head an elbow to the gut. Evil Boy Genius now doubled over in pain, Kimiko takes the opportunity to grab Jack by the jacket. Her cold glare had returned, and with a vengeance. "I don't think so. If you want me to go anywhere with you, meet me here Friday at three."

Jack instantly gets defensive, scrunching up his nose as he pulls away from Kimiko's grip. "Three! Prom starts at eight!"

That is when Kimiko scowls at him, jabbing a finger into his chest as she ends every sentence. "If I'm going anywhere with you, you're taking me out. You are going to pay for my nails. You are going to pay for my hair. You are going to pay for my dress. You are going to pay for my shoes. And you are going to pay for dinner."

Jack returns her scowl, stepping away as he glares her down, crossing his arms and huffing stubbornly. "No way girlie."

This is when Kimiko breaks into a smug smile, stepping away as well as she waves her phone. "Okay. Then you can go alone." With that said, the warrior turned with her dignity and started to walk away. Jack stood there, watching her dress sway with every step Kimiko took. It definitely was not his style- too soft and refined- but Kimiko herself... even if she drove a hard bargain, she agreed to attend prom with him nonetheless. As Kimiko reaches the corner Jack groans and chases her down with his helipack. When he is close enough, he lowers himself back to the ground and quickly walks in front of her, blocking her way to cross the road. She looked up and met crimson eyes, which were still filled with annoyance and hate, and crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. With a huff Jack crossed his arms as well, closing his eyes as he gave her a frown.

"Fine, I'll pay, okay?" He opens his eyes, meeting Kimiko's. There was a devilish hint in those blue eyes- one he's only ever seen when she had accepted a challenge or just made a rude remark towards him. He looks away, frown deepening. "You're lucky I'm desperate."

Kimiko managed a shrug, punching Jack's arm as she walked past him. She had a smile to match her eyes, and as she slipped the ticket out of the grasp of his present Third Arm Sash, she slyly added, "and rich."

And Jack stood there. As Kimiko walked away, he could only stare with that frown on his face. It's almost like it was etched there, and he could not think of anything other than what the warrior just said. And rich... A spark suddenly ignited and his anger built, staring up at the sky as he took off again, growling in disbelief.

"That Xiaolin-loser punked me!"

And that's the first chapter. *face desk*

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A/N: Personally, I rarely go on FFN anymore. In fact, any literature I have is on Deviantart. You can find me under "Mindl3ss-Cr3ator" if you ave not done so. I am a lot more active on there. ^^;