Blanket Disclaimer: moi-moi819 does not own Xiaolin Showdown, any of its characters or titles therein. No copyright infringement was intended.
Moi-Moi: Hey everybody! Welcome to my first attempt at a Xiaolin Showdown fanfiction. For my first attempt, this story will be focusing mostly on Chase Young (because he's my absolute favorite). Later on, we'll definitely see our favorite monks, but don't expect too much. There is also some things you will need to know beforehand.
1. THIS STORY IS ALREADY ON WATTPAD. I am in the process of adding some of my stories onto Wattpad and this story is already there. To be honest, it has more written on Wattpad and updates for the story will come out on Wattpad a few days before they do on Fanfiction. It wouldn't hurt to head over there and check it out ahead of time. Right? It's under the same name under the username: moi-moi819.
2. XIAOLIN CHRONICLES NEVER HAPPENED. It's relatively easy for me to pretend that it didn't since I never bothered to watch it after the fourth episode. It was just a mess and an eye sore from the design to the names. I couldn't get past them. For the sake of the story (and my sanity) it never happened. Sorry if you happened to like Chronicles.
3. I've gone and made up two OCs just for this story:
Long, Mei "gorgeous" -14 years old; long, dark hair; dark brown eyes; 5'3" (I used the Chinese celebrity Li Bingbing as a model for Mei.)
Kurosawa, Hitomi "pupil (of the eye) name given to girls with pretty eyes" - 16 years old; long, dark hair; dark brown eyes; 5'5" (I used the Japanese celebrity Kuroki Meisa as a model for Hitomi.)
4. It is impossible to find out how old Chase was when he turned evil. So, I am making him 16. It won't matter much. This story takes place after he turns evil. But is nice to have a base for our main character's age in relation to the heroine.
Let's get started. Yeah?
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Wuya slinked into the throne room of Chase's palace with a small frown on her tanned face. Her hands moved to her hips as she let out a delicate "humph". "Now where has Chase gone?" she asked herself quietly. The sound of the many fountains' and waterfalls' bubbling waters answered her. Her black eyes scanned the empty room once more before she turned back down the way she came.
Her hips swayed as she walked, her eyes scanning for any trace of the Prince of Darkness. All day she had been left alone- it was not like Chase to leave her unaccompanied by several of his jungle cats or at least his Crow. Wuya was grateful for the lapse in her personal security, but it was still disconcerting. With no Shen Gong Wu activating lately, the lapse was nothing short of poorly timed. 'Why couldn't he have decided to vanish when a Shen Gong Wu was revealing itself?' she mused to herself with a deep frown.
Coming to a fork in the hallway, Wuya paused. To her right was the dining hall and training room. Surely, she would find Chase having a cup of his precious Lao Mang Lone soup at the head of his extravagant table or training his jungle cats in the training room where he had once dueled the Monk Guan. To the left was Chase's personal quarters. She was forbidden from even thinking of entering his quarters.
Not one to follow anyone's rules, Wuya had gone down this hallway before. She had been apprehended by one of his many lionesses and literally dragged into his throne room. Chase had glared down at her harshly from his throne, irritation radiating from his every pore. Wuya had feigned innocence of her mistake, using her silver tongue to try to smooth things over with the Heylin Dragon. Chase had not been swayed. Instead, he'd hissed and snarled at the witch before baring his claws and fangs at her in warning. It was one of the only times Chase had come anywhere close to actually striking her. To say the least, Wuya was impressed.
Smirking darkly, Wuya took the hall on her left. It had taken approximately twenty-three seconds before one of Chase's jungle cats had caught her. She hadn't even made it to his room. Yet, here she now stood before two, grand doors with Chase's reptilian eye insignia in the middle of the doors. Glancing behind her once quickly, Wuya grasped the golden handles on the doors before turning and pushing them open.
Chase's room was… nice. The large room had black walls with various, ancient swords and paintings hanging on them for decoration. The floors were a smooth, polished stone like everywhere in the palace except these were a shining charcoal. The large, circle bed rested in the middle of the room on an elevated, circular ledge. Red, silk sheets were meticulously made up on the bed. On both sides of the bed, wooden, red bedside tables rested- one with a lamp and the other with a deep purple chest. On the other side of the room rested a dresser and vanity to match the bedside tables. Wuya spotted several combs, brushes, and bottles containing colorful liquids resting on the vanity. 'No wonder he takes so long getting ready in the morning. And he gave me grief for caring about my appearance,' Wuya rolled her eyes.
Two doors rested on opposite walls. Slinking over to one, Wuya pushed the door to the side. Her eyes widened at the sight of Chase's expansive closet. 'I've never known a man to have so many shoes,' Wuya thought with owlish blinks. Chase had shoes for every occasion and many from different continents and eras. Even his many robes varied in era and origin. The only thing about his clothes that didn't change was the color scheme- blacks, forest greens, some reds and golds. The only exception was a light blue robe hanging on the wall at the back of the closet behind a glass case. Wuya frowned at the memory of Chase's days as a Xiaolin warrior.
Behind the other door, Wuya found Chase's immaculate bathroom. The walls and floors matched the rest of the bedroom and a white, porcelain sink and matching, large tub were on opposite sides of the room. The tub was big enough to house a few jungle cats comfortably! A waterfall shower with a detachable shower head and glass door was in the furthest corner of the room. Black, cotton towels hung on the towel rack on the wall.
Wuya frowned before slowly backing out of the room. "Chase is keeping the goods to himself," she grumbled with a deep frown. "Seems the Prince of Darkness doesn't know how to share."
"With good reason…"
Wuya froze before turning around slowly. With wide, innocent eyes, she smiled widely at Chase where he stood at the entrance of the room with two tigers at his side. Chase was glaring harshly at her with pure malice in his gold, reptilian eyes. Wuya felt a shiver go down her spine. She felt an immensely foreboding sense along with erotic excitement. Chase appeared to be far more threatening than usual as he stood with his jungle cats tensed for attack. Usually, Chase held some patience with her. He would glare and threaten before rubbing his temples and walking away. His jungle cats would always growl and glare, but never made a move to attack. Wuya frowned as a flicker of fear entered her eyes.
"I have told you not come near my chambers," Chase started slowly. One of the tigers gnashed its teeth at her. Wuya recoiled on instinct with wide eyes.
"I was simply looking for you, Chase. I was… worried about you. I hadn't seen you all day and I was just-" Wuya started.
"Silence!" Chase barked at once. The other tiger took a step towards her. Wuya felt her jaw drop as she took a step backwards with a silent gasp. "I tolerate your presence, but do not make the mistake of thinking that I wouldn't do away with you in a second, you witch. Now, leave," Chase snarled. His voice no longer resembled its normal baritone. It was now tinged with the deep sounds of Chase's reptilian form.
Wuya chuckled lightly before moving towards the door. "Of course, Chase. Whatever you say," she offered quickly before scooting by his tigers. While she immensely enjoyed whenever Chase took charge and got in one of his "moods" (as she liked to call them), this one left her feeling a sense of fear and unease. Chase had looked ready to lunge at her and rip her throat out with those fangs of his. Wuya clutched her neck with a tiny noise. 'I think I'll spend the day on the other side of the palace today…'
Chase watched the Heylin witch scurry from his room quickly before shutting and locking the doors loudly behind her. His jungle cats stalked around the room once before laying down on the cool stone. With a purposeful stride, Chase approached his left, bedside table. He stared down at the chest, looking for any sign that Wuya had tampered with it. He picked up the deep purple chest on the tabletop before retrieving a golden key from within his armor. He used the small key to unlock the golden latch on the chest before pulling open the lid. Chase stared down at the contents of the chest with a deep frown. A single piece of folded parchment. With slow movements, Chase procured the aging parchment from the box and turned it over in his hand. There was an ink painting of a young woman on the parchment.
Chase Young wasn't nostalgic. The Prince of Darkness rarely chose to hold on to any mementos. Aside from his old Xiaolin robes, this small piece of parchment was the only thing of his past that Chase had kept. The paper was quite old- around 1300 years. The ink was close to faded and the paper close to falling apart. With a frown, Chase retrieved an ink brush, a new piece of parchment, and jar of ink from the chest before setting the chest down on his bed.
He moved over to his vanity and took a seat at the comfortable, red chair before it. Moving some brushes out of the way first, Chase got to work. With precise brushstrokes from centuries of practice, Chase went about copying the painting to the fresh parchment. He'd done this several times over the centuries. With modern technology, there were now ways to preserve the parchment should he so wish. But, Chase couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted the markings to fade. Every time they did, he promised himself that he'd burn the parchment and be done with it. Yet, he always found himself repainting the portrait of this girl. He'd done it so many times, he could repaint the image purely from memory.
Once he'd finished, Chase resealed the ink jar with a frown. He stared down at the young woman's face. No matter how practiced he may be, his brushstrokes could never do her beauty justice. Long, dark tresses that fell past her shoulders, dark eyes, small lips that rarely hide a bright smile, and soft features that hinted at impending womanhood. She was quite young- only 14 years old. Chase picked up the parchment while gazing down into the girl's drawn eyes as he lost himself in his memories.
Chase sat at the edge of a peaceful river in a perfect Lotus pose. He breathed evenly as he allowed his senses to take over. He could detect the slight changes on the breeze as it blew past him and ruffled his long hair. He could hear past the rushing river to two small birds chirping in the trees a mile away. While maintaining amazing focus, Chase began to tune into his chi. Slowly, his body began to rise off the grassy ground with a slight glow. Pure peace and tranquility was within his grasp.
"Woah!" a voice cried out before a shriek could be heard. Chase didn't let the noise distract him, but when a small wave of water splashed on the warrior, the glow framing him flickered once. Slowly, he descended onto the ground before opening his eyes from his meditation. He shot an unamused glare at his companion. From the middle of the river, a young girl sat near some rocks. When their eyes met, she offered Chase a wide grin.
Chase rolled his eyes at her. "Your balance is atrocious," he chided before shutting his reptilian eyes once again. He could hear her rising from the water before wading over to where he sat on the riverbank. He could sense her stopping at the bank, but she didn't exit the water. With a frown, he asked, "What?" in an annoyed tone.
"Am I bothering you?" she asked him in her sweetest voice. To Chase's sensitive ears, her voice sounded like tinkling bells. He could smell her pleasant fragrance being marred by the fishy, river water.
"Yes," he said dryly with his eyebrows knitting together.
"Oh," she replied before rising out of the water. He could hear her ringing out her robes and tried not to cringe. It was a fine robe made of the finest silk and dyes. The base color was pink with many red flowers decorating it and a red sash around the waist. Risking a sideways glance at her, Chase could see that mud was now decorating the bottom of the robe. Chase twitched once in annoyance. He'd paid a good price for that robe… "Are you hungry? You've been sitting there like that all day," she observed.
"I'm meditating," he chided her.
"Really? It looked like you were dozing to me," she giggled. Chase ground his teeth, but held his tongue. "I'm going to look for something to eat."
"Don't get lost," Chase warned her from over his shoulder. He heard her stop with a huff. He smirked as she moved to wander into the forest. He had only been half-joking with her. With her poor sense of direction, Chase was sure that he would have to seek her out in a few minutes. Might as well continue his meditation in the meantime…
Not twenty minutes later did Chase feel a disturbance. The wind had changed just before a flock of birds took to the sky with loud shrieks and cries. Chase frowned before heading off into the foliage. As he entered deeper into the forest, wild animals ran past him quickly. Chase frowned at their frantic escapes. He could hear them all communicating with each other that danger was near. Using his tiger instincts, Chase honed in on the danger. With wide eyes, he headed to his left.
It took mere seconds, to locate the danger. A large, adult tiger pawed at the trunk of a tree, clearing away some of the bark with one swipe. He could hear the loud growls and snarls coming from the animal as it reached its paws up into the tree. Without hesitation, Chase lunged with a grunt. He struck the tiger in its stretched torso with his foot before it had even sensed him. The tiger fell to the ground in a heap and didn't move. His hard expression turned from the tiger to above him. "If I had known that you would have been foolish enough to agitate a wild tiger, I would have let it have you for its meal," Chase said and raised his arms out before him.
With a sheepish laugh, the girl scooted away from where she was hugging the tree trunk. With a final shove, she fell from the branch and into Chase's waiting arms. "But you didn't. And I'm very grateful to you Chase," she smiled brightly from his arms.
Chase rolled his reptilian eyes at her with a deep sigh. Suddenly, the girl craned her neck to place a soft peck to her savior's cheek. Chase stilled at once, his cheeks taking on a light, pink blush. His blush darkened slightly when she giggled at him. Having had enough, Chase placed her onto her feet and gave her his back. "Come. I will find us something to eat," he said and started walking back towards the river.
"Coming," she chimed and sped up to catch up to him.
'Mei Long.' Chase glared down at the painting in his hand before gathering his materials. He placed the new painting in the chest with the brush and ink jar before locking the chest up tight and returning the key to a compartment inside his armor. He returned the chest to its proper place before turning to the old painting. With a harsh glare and low growl, he crushed the parchment in his hand before using his Heylin magic to burn the paper to ash.
He could feel his the sympathetic stares of his jungle cats on him. They could sense their master's unease once again. Every year, their master become most irritable and reclusive on this day. He would spend the entire day training and pushing his body to its absolute limits in a fit of rage. He would always feel the same- boundless rage and fury, irritability, and a deep sense of loss and pain. When one of the tigers stopped at his side with a low, questioning growl, Chase paused. He glanced down at where the female tiger, a female warrior he'd defeated in South America several centuries ago, sat at his feet with a sort of sympathetic look to her face. Chase hardened his expression before turning to leave the room. "We'll continue our training now," Chase hissed with his cats following at his heels.
