Okay so I have finally decided to write my first fanfict EVER! *triumphant music* Well… I've actually just gotten un-lazy enough to do it. R&R My wonderful people. Though bear in mind, I write these at three in the morning, and all that nonsense!

This story is dedicated to my wonderful friend. The one who gave me the idea. If you're out there Kitten, I love you and all that jazz. I hope you'll be okay.

Oh yeah. I am a professional Netherlands skippy dancer, Michael Jackson is my mom, and I own Xiaolin Showdown. Got it? Good! NOW ONTO THE STORY!!

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Kimiko inhaled the warm, Texas air deeply as she stepped out from her car. Convertible. Red. Expensive. The Tohomiko's always went out in style. And since Kimiko was a rich heiress, why not?

The sun seemed to burn brighter here. Texas is beautiful, she thought, in its own special way. But of course she wasn't here for the atmosphere. She was here to see him. It had been several years since the Xiaolin monks had disbanded. They had sealed Wuya away in her puzzle box, and would hopefully stay that way for the next couple thousands of years. Chase Young had been defeated, and was rumored to be in hiding somewhere. He would be laying low until he could find the perfect opportunity to strike. Hannibal Roy Bean was once again imprisoned in the Ying Yang world. The monks had had a very successful year. Jack had even changed to the side of good. Though he wasn't really all that evil to begin with, Kimiko snorted. All that temple stuff was behind her now.

If that is the case… Then what are you doing here? What do you want to see him for? Her brain asked smugly. She sighed, shaking her head. What was she doing here anyway? Kimiko should be home. In her mansion right now, getting room service to bring her some lunch. Instead she was here. A small town in Texas. Or to be more precise, a little café. The paint on the outside was a weathered pink. Even though it was apparently very old and just a tad worn down, it had a homey feel.

The warm aroma of sweet potato pie hit her nose as she swung open the heavy oak door. There was a glass case full of pastries of all different sizes and shapes and flavors. Cakes, pies, cookies, donuts, and breads. The smell made her mouth water.

Her stomach suddenly growled in protest to not being fed. She needed to be seated at a table. Or maybe he was already here. She decided to ring the bell on the counter. Almost instantly a woman popped up, almost out of nowhere.

"Hey there, Hun. Can I get you somethin'?" the woman asked. She had a kind face, framed in short grey curls and tied back with a bright pink ribbon. She wore a matching pink and white checked apron that was stained with flour and coffee.

"Yes, I would like a table, please," Kimiko said smoothly, even though she felt nervous. Hopefully he wouldn't be here yet and she would get some time to think of what to say.

The woman led her to the back to be seated. Out of the ten round, oak tables, three were occupied. A woman and a man were at one, heads bent together, whispering. The second was an older man, asleep with a coffee cup gripped tightly in his hand. Kimiko recognized the last one. A young man who was thoroughly absorbed, reading the newspaper. His battered cowboy hat was on the table, exposing his blonde, slightly messy hair. His blue shirt was neatly pressed and buttoned up.

Suddenly, he must have felt her blue eyes boring into him. His looked up from the printed page and a smile hinted at his mouth. Being a gentleman, he jumped up from the table, though Kimiko was extremely surprised as he pulled her into a bear hug. It's just like old times, she thought as he held her, even though I hurt him.

Kimiko heard a soft chuckle at her ear and she realized that she had her arms locked around him, holding him tightly. She blushed and dropped her arms.

"I missed you too, lil lady," he whispered, slowly pulling away from her. He pulled out a chair for her. She gladly sat down and turned her burning red cheeks away from him and into a menu.

"So…" she said, trying to sound casual, "How have you been Clay? I did miss you," she decided to be perfectly honest, "But I was afraid to come back. I hurt you. I'm sorry."

He looked startled. "Oh, Kim! You've got no reason t'feel bad about that. I understood completely. I still do." I still love you, he added in his mind. He resisted the impulse to reach across and touch her cheek.

She smiled. He always knew how to make her feel better. When she was his, she was the happiest she had ever been. But that was years ago, she told herself sharply, Over and done with! Though she felt a strange pang in her chest as she thought that.

Instead of thanking him and leaving like she should have, she blurted out, "I wanted to make things better. Like they used to."

Surprise illuminated his blue eyes as he reach across the table to hold her hand. Her fingers became intertwined with his. He looked out the window, off into the distance. He was having a hard time putting this into words.

His eyes were cold as he looked back into hers. "Kim, I'm getting married."

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So ends my first chapter! I'll do my best to update tomorrow so this all makes more sense. Reviews are loved. Fuzzy ones make me happy. Flames don't bother me: your hatred makes me stronger.

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SOMEONE NEEDS TO TAKE THEIR PROZAC!!!!!

Well anyway, you can also feel free to ask questions. I'll answer as many as I can without givin' 'way the plot.

Oh and if I've made any crucial errors in the Xiaolin Plot, let me know. All contradictions shall be ELIMINATED!!!!

Oh my inner lawyer speaks out again!

And look out for more XS stuff by meee. I've been in a write-y mood lately. I actually have started two other stories, but don't wanna put them up yet.