Y'all probably hate me and I totally understand, I'm not going to give you any bullshit excuse like school or work because honestly I was just lazy and had given up on this. But I've gotten into the writing mood again and after reading and crying about how horrible this is I decided to rewrite it... again. Hopefully this is better then last time, so without further ado here's chapter 1 rewritten :D

I don't own this yada yada, this is just a made up story blah blah.

Time to prove to them I can be more than a pretty face.

With a graceful leap and a quick shout, the three armed sash came closer to my hand. A smirk plastered to my ruby lips when the fabric brushed across my fingertips. My victorious moment was short lived when masculine tan fingers snatched the sash off the ledge and out of my grip.

Landing in front of the Brazilian leader with a thud, cold sapphire eyes glared at the smug teen. "Seriously Raimundo? I'm right fucking there and you just had to take it?" the anger showing very clearly in my shaking frame.

The exotic teen shrugged and high-fived Clay. "Little ladies like you shouldn't be doin' stuff like this. It's a man's job." Clay's thick southern drawl grated against my ears.

"Besides just wanted to make sure you didn't mess up again. Should I remind you of the monkey's staff, huh Kimiko?" My mouth snapped shut with a pop, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as memories of the showdown with Jack Spicer rushed through my mind.

That humiliating defeat has haunted me since that day, pushing me to train and fight even harder so another mistake like that would never happen again. In the past two years since we started the quest for the shen gong wu again our little band of warriors has slowly come apart. Omi became more distant from everyone when Raimundo became the leader. Clay stuck closer to Raimundo now more than ever. Then there's me. The only girl amongst boys, never to be taken seriously because of my temper and the fool I had been when I had first arrived at the temple.

"That's what I thought; now if you excuse us we have to get back to the temple." Raimundo's voice broke me out of my thoughts. Ignoring their retreating forms, I glanced back at the last member of our team. Omi took on the role of fighting off Katnappe when we had first arrived and by the looks of it he was just about finished with her.

A small sigh escaped my lips as I gazed into the rocky canyon. The sun was beginning to set; filling the sky with splashes of oranges, reds, pinks, and yellows. It was beautiful yet sad; another day of disappointment.

'Even after all the training and victories we've had. They still think I'm just some useless girl, so what if I've screwed up in the past? Kami knows how many times they've messed up; Omi went to the Heylin side and so did Raimundo, hell even Clay quit for a while!' A gentle breeze brushed against my body, making stray pieces of hair flow in the wind. Out here it was peaceful, no judgment, no criticism, no sexist asses.

A hiss along with a string of curses floated along the breeze; looking back I watched the last of Katnappe's form disappear. Omi looked down at me questionably, his eyes asking about the others.

"King Douche and his lackey are waiting at Dojo."

"Let us not keep them waiting then." He turned and started walking away, only stopping a few moments later when realizing I wasn't following. Again his big brown eyes looked at me questioningly.

"Go without me; tell them I'll be there in a few minutes." Again I had turned toward the falling sun, not caring if he heard me or not. A sigh of defeat and the soft padding of feet signaled his departure.

So much has changed in our group. Omi is no longer the shortest one, now standing close to 5'6", he towers over me and my 5'1" stature. No longer is he stout and with more pride then his body can hold; now he stands with a lean frame and a quiet confidence. He still has his orb of a head, which provides some relief from all the changes. And although he's only 16 he's very mature, guess that happens when your dreams are crushed…

Pretty much everyone has gotten taller. Raimundo stands at 6'2" while Clay is close to 6'6". Raimundo's now more muscular and arrogant, his hair a darker umber and brushing the tops of his olive colored eyes. His face is more rugged with a hint of stubble along his chin. Some of his immaturity went away as he got older; now at 19 he's become somewhat mature. Well as mature as a teenage boy can get. But something about him has changed... lately he seems darker. Like something evil has taken over his mind.

Clay still has his burly form, a big barrel chest with thick arms caused by rough days on the farm and intense training. His blond hair still lies under his cowboy hat in front of his baby blue eyes. Nothing else has changed for him. He's still Raimundo's right hand man, still a little slow, and he still has a ferocious appetite. At 21 he is the oldest one of our group, but age means nothing to the man.

Then lastly is me. No longer do I wear my hair in pigtails, preferring it down or up in a single ponytail. While I have gotten taller I'm still slight in frame except for certain areas that have become more pronounced. I've gotten stronger both physically and mentally, controlling my wild temper with no problem. There have been many times during training that I've knocked all three boys unconscious with little effort and after each one wake up they claim it was a fluke. I knew better though.

Another breeze pushed from behind me, nearly making me stumble. A chill raced down my spine as I righted my footing again, the heavy weight that comes with someone staring weighed down on my body. Scrunching my brows in confusion, sapphire eyes roamed across the canyon searching.

There standing on the tallest tower of the canyon stood a person, their back to the sun causing them to be completely shadowed. Squinting against the dying sun my eyes roamed the figure trying to pick up any detail from the shadows.

A distant shout from Raimundo pulled me from my search and with a defeated sigh I made my way toward Dojo.

"Until next time Dragon of Fire…"

Goosebumps rose along my arms as the whisper reached me, brushing against the side of my face like a caress. Feet firmly planted on the rocks, I glanced back at the figure only to find them gone. With a shake of the head to clear my thoughts my feet went back into motion. Everything working on auto-pilot as I climbed onto Dojo my thoughts swimming with only one thought. 'Who was that?'

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'Another victory for the Wudai warriors it seems. Pathetic... This trip was not totally useless however; I'm very pleased to see that all is not well with the warriors… some use may come from that later on.'

Watching the leader fight with the dragon of fire proved to be more entertaining than it should. Her little frame was shaking so fiercely with anger it was a wonder she didn't burn him alive. Suddenly her trembling stopped as something the Shoku Warrior said struck a chord in her.

Turning she walked towards the edge of the cliff gazing out at the sun as the other two headed towards their annoying green dragon.

From my vantage point and my reptilian eyes, the girl's form was very clear. Though short she was lean with curves in places she never had them. It had been a couple years since I had last seen the Xiaolin warriors and it seems they've all grown in that time. Her hair was longer and up in a single ponytail with loose ends framing her face. Her lips a ruby red and her cheeks a rosy pink.

'It seems the dragon of fire has grown very nicely.' The animalistic voice vibrated in my head.

A breeze brought her scent, a mix between lilacs and vanilla; a combination that had never been so tempting and sweet. I could feel the beast inside me start to claw at the cage he was held in, trying in vain to reach for the tantalizing girl.

Teeth snagged in a sneer a growl vibrated through my chest, 'Silence you fool. I have no time to sate your pathetic whims.'

'Just one taste wouldn't hurt, with that much temper and power inside one so small, things could get fun.' The innuendo followed closely with vivid images of sweaty bodies and tangled sheets.

While the pictures of a very naked Kimiko looked tantalizing something else was more important. That infernal lizard was right; with so much power loaded inside a short fuse things could become more interesting.

Kimiko turned towards something behind her, shouting a response before jogging towards the other of Wudai warriors.

The idea was brilliant and from the looks of the tension between the warriors completely capable of happening. A sinister grin spread across my lips, everything is about to change for the Heylin.

"Until next time Dragon of Fire…" The words floating on the breeze, left behind as I disappeared.

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Emerald eyes narrowed in the direction the petite figure stood. Far enough away she looked like a shadow against the setting sun completely lost in her own world. Glancing around him he took note what had become the usual occurrence after a shen gong wu was retrieved. Dojo grown to his largest form, a snot bubble growing and shrinking each time he took a breath while dozing. Omi sitting as far away from everyone as the green dragon's body would allow, his hands in his sleeves and his eyes closed to the outside world; still wounded from Master Fung's decision.

Clay was leaning against the dragon's side one boot against the green scales the other planted on the dusty ground. Blowing short breaths to try and remove his blond bangs from his eyes, his arms crossed in annoyance. He was mi amigo, mi compañero in pranks and training throughout the years since arriving at the temple.

Then there was Kimiko, off standing in the distance on a rocky ledge. She had grown from the fashion focused young girl into a mature and much calmer young adult. With the curves and the looks of a model she was gorgeous. Even Omi the innocent one could tell that she has changed. Stronger and in more control of her wild element she was a formidable opponent in training and on the field. Often she kicked everyone's ass in training without even breaking a sweat, but she's a girl. No way in hell would any of us admit she was stronger than us. It was still ridiculous to even think that.

Shaking my head at the thoughts I gazed back at Kimiko. "Man this is ludicrous, what the hell can she be doing over there?" Tugging at umber locks I glanced back at the guys watching them shrug. A sneer graced my lips as I looked back at her black figure, cupping tan hands around my mouth a shout echoed across the canyon.

A higher pitched voice answered as Kimiko started jogging towards us, stopping for a brief moment to shake her head before continuing. Slapping the dragon awake and hopping up onto the broad green scales we waited for her to arrive. Reaching us Kimiko quickly scaled the dragon's side settling between Clay and Omi.

I glanced back at her the question evident in my eyes as Dojo took off, making his way back to the familiar place we all call home. She stared back at me her sapphire eyes unyielding and full of steel as she shrugged her slim shoulders, daring me to dive deeper into the subject.

With a glare and a twist I looked back forward watching the reds and oranges of clouds zoom past us. 'This girl has too much pride, bringing her down to the level she needs to be at won't be hard. Stupid girl.'

Minutes passed in silence, everyone completely oblivious to the glare I was pinning on the sky ahead. Searching for the tell-tale sign of blue and white, it was unnerving for it to be this quiet. Scrunching my eyes closed and pinching the bridge of my nose I tried in vain to keep from squirming; thinking of the waves and hot babes back in Brazil.

Just as the memory of sexy beach volleyball match started to play Dojo's voice broke through announcing the arrival to the Xiaolin temple. Only feet from the white stone, no one waited for the dragon to completely land before jumping off and heading in their own direction.

"Give that to the Fungmister," the blue clawed cloth hit Dojo in the face covering his little body as he shrank back to his normal size. With a two finger wave I headed towards the rooms, ignoring his sputtering as he struggled out of the fabric.

Collasping onto my futon with an arm lying across my eyes I tried to relax. In what seemed like minutes later I was jolted awake by the solid sound of fist colliding with wood. A quick glance at the window showed it was well into the night, the sky completely clear save for the full moon. Dragged out of bed by the steady thumping, curiousity getting the best of me I followed the echoes.

Close to the training field now mumbled words followed each time a fist connected with the wood. Glancing around the cornor of one of the temples, Kimiko's small frame came into view. Standing rigid and in a fighting stance she took another aim at the well worn post.

"I'm too weak." Another hit.

"I have no control." Smoke drifted from the post.

"I'm just a girl." Another heated punch.

"I'm just a screw up." Fire exploded from her fist, striking the wood. With a crack the post collasped, laying on the ground engulfed in flames. Kimiko's form darkened against the flames her body shaking with anger or exhaustion I couldn't tell. Hunched over, chest heaving she let out a bitter laugh.

"You still think I'm weak Raimundo? Do you think I can't control myself? Or that I'm just a screw up?" For a second I almost answered thinking she had discovered me hiding behind this corner, but she continued on. "You think you're so tough because you defeated Mala Mala Jong, you think that you're so damn perfect, but you're not. I am in control and I am strong; I rather go to the Heylin side then let you destroy everything I have worked so hard to build."

The wood snapped and crackled in the heat as she turned to the bath house leaving the fiery blaze behind. Not being able to resist the temptation I followed her, hiding in the shadows until she slipped into the house. Standing outside the window I listened as the water came on, steam quickly spilling out of the open window above me.

Waiting for a few minutes to make sure the coast was clear I chanced a look inside. There she was in all her naked glory. Pale skin glistening with sweat as steaming water glided down her body. Long raven hair stuck to her back reaching the top curve of her ass. Trailing my gaze up toned legs and a flat stomach my eyes lingered on her breast. Full and round they were in every word perfect, big enough to fit perfectly in your hand. Continuing their path up to her face I watched as she controlled her breathing her face hidden beneath her bangs. She stood under the water for awhile, the steam gradually disappearing as she calmed down. With a sigh she pushed her bangs from her face letting the water rinse away the remains of her work out. She was truly beautiful, standing there completely at ease with no worries. I could look at her all night if I was able to.

"…adow at the canyon, something about it just seemed so sinister… there was something familiar about it, like I've met them before… maybe I should go back and look for clues?" My ears perked to her voice. "Nah that'll just cause problems, oh well." With the last thought she turned off the water and wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel.

Quickly leaving before she discovered my hiding spot I slipped back into my room. Laying once again on my futon my mind raced with thoughts. Emerald eyes drifted close as a final thought lay in my mind. I'll prove to her that she is nothing more than a weak pathetic girl; by the time I'm done she won't even blink without looking at me for a command.

Be honest is this better? I think so .

So yea give me some feed back and ideas, would love to hear from you guys. Sorry again for all this

R&R