You: Holy sheet! Keri, doing something NOT Invader Zim!
Keri: yeah, yeah, I know, I know…SHUT UP I LIKE XAIOLIN SHOWDOWN TOO /makes Zim doll, Dib doll and Jack doll have group orgy/ um, anyways…yeah
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He may have lost the fight but he did have something to take home as a prize. Jack Spicer, evil boy genius ran through the forest, a cowboy's hat in his hand. Clay was feverishly chasing after him. Jack, for once, wasn't trying to be mean, just a little childish and playful. Clay was smirking as he chased the boy, knowing it was all in good fun. Jack had been this way ever since he had first tried his hand at being a Xiaolin Monk. Sure he was still evil, sure he was still nasty, but he did stuff like this allot; instead of snatching a Shen Gong Wu, he'd steal up Kimiko's PDA or Clay's hat or one of Raimundo's magazines and just run. He'd always give them back in the end, and rules and been silently established; such as Jack couldn't use his heli-pack and they couldn't use Dojo.
Jack climbed up a tree, griping the hat in his mouth.
"Give that back!" Clay said, trying to climb the thick tree, but his size wouldn't allow it. Jack's thin form was easy to maneuver up the branches and sit amongst the red and orange leaves. He placed the hat on his head and pulled out a compact, looking at him self in the mirror.
"Hey, you know what, this could be a good look for me!" a love-hate relationship Master Fung had called it. Clay growled and tried once more to climb the tall tree. Jack sat nearly to the top, and it was a long way down, but he wasn't worried. He placed his goggles over his eyes and continued to admire himself. Clay began to shake the tree, hoping Spicer would return his hat, unfortunately Jack wasn't holding on. His arms swung in circles as he tried to balance himself, his legs gave way and he fell the 20 feet down to the ground, on the opposite side of Clay, landing on his side. He scram in pain, and curled into a ball; tears pouring down his cheeks, smearing his mascara. Clay gasped, kneeling down next to him.
"J-Jack? Jack! Oh god, I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to make you fall." He tried to help the teen sit, but he just let out an anguished scream. They weren't far from the temple, only half a mile away, Clay decided to let Master Fung tend to his injuries. He knew he'd be in trouble, but he didn't care. He placed his hat back on and picked the boy up. Jack shivered, clinging to Clay's shirt, holding his side with one arm.
"I-it hurts so bad." He choked.
"It's okay, I'm gonna get you fixed up Jack, I'll take you to Master Fung, he'll know what to do." He bit his lower lip, setting Jack down again. He took off the dark purple fabric around his shirt, tying it around the bleeding wound in his head. He picked Jack up again and began to walk back to the temple.
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Raimundo paced about the lawn, juggling a soccer ball as he did so. Kimiko was playing the new Goo Zombies video game while Omi meditated.
"Clay's been gone along time." Rai spoke up, dropping the ball.
"Jack's probably giving him a hard time."
"I agree, you know how Jack is." Omi flipped off his head and on to his feet.
"Yeah, I guess yo-Hey! Here he comes!" Rai stood up on the ball; his face fell as he saw what Clay was carrying. Jack groaned, curling up in Clay's arms.
"Clay, what happened!" Kimiko asked, jumping up.
"Where's Master Fung?"
"I'm right here Clay." His eyes widened slightly at the sight of Spicer. His left side was covered in bruises and cuts, his head was bandaged, turning the fabric red, "Oh my. Take him to his old room." Omi's heart sank at just those three words. Clay nodded and made his way to the bedrooms, laying Jack down in his bed. The monks had left the room completely untouched; whether they were hoping the Jack would return or they just didn't have any other us for it, no one would say. Master Fung sat down next to Jack; he removed his heli-pack, setting it to the side, then his jacket and his shirt; folding them neatly and setting them next to his pack. Clay slid his boots off, setting them by the door before sitting next to Jack on the opposite side of Master Fung. Jack whimpered, groping around until he found Clay's hand, squeezing it gently.
Master Fung ran two fingers down his shoulders, arms, and each side. As he began applying pressure to the lower ribs of Jack's left side, he scram and curled into a ball, fresh tears falling from his eyes. Clay pet at his hair, stripping off his goggles and laying them next to his boots. Master Fung sighed,
"You have sevral broken ribs, Spicer; you shall have to stay in bed for a few weeks." He stood as Jack began to sob again, motioning for the four children to follow him.
"Shouldn't we take him to a doctor or something?" Kimiko asked worriedly. Master Fung shook his head sadly,
"Unfortunately a few broken ribs is not the only thing ailing him. The ribs have punctured a lung and several bones are broken, as well as a few vertebra. I fear that a few organs have been pierced as well as the one lung, and quite possibly slight brain trauma. I estimate him to," he sighed, "pass on in a week or so." Clay's heart fell; he looked down at the ground sadly.
"I-it was my fault, Master Fung." He said weakly, "We were playin' a game and he went up into a tree; I shook the trunk, but I didn't mean for him to fall, I swear I didn't want to hurt him!" he said panicedly, looking up at his sensei. Master Fung nodded sadly,
"We shall discus this later, Clay, but for now, I want you to sit with him and make sure he's alright. Raimundo, Kimiko, Omi, go fetch him some tea, pain killers and maybe some hot soup. We have to make sure he doesn't panic, so please, refrain from telling him of his true condition." The children bowed and went to do their assigned duties.
Clay sat down next to Jack who coughed up a small bit of blood.
"I'm going to…cough…die, aren't I?" he asked sadly.
"NO-no. You ain't gonna die." Clay gave a weak smile, "So cheer up, you'll be out'a here and back to stealin' Shen Gong Wu in a matter of weeks!" Jack laughed gently,
"Good guys," he took a sharp breath, "are bad liars."