Welcome to my little corner of the internet! I've been dying to watch Xiaolin Chronicles (like I'm sure you are too), so I decided to write a fic about what might happen! I'm going to try and create a whole season of episodes, so instead of one giant plot I plan to write a bunch of still big but comparatively shorter stories based off of the facts we know about Xiaolin Chronicles.
This is the preface, the introduction to the season, a trailer if you will. Free cookies for anyone who reviews! That's right, I'm not afraid to bribe people with delicious baked goods.
"GIVE IT BACK!" Raimundo looks almost animated as he shakes his fist in the air and hops up and down on one foot. His other leg is wrapped completely in a glossy white cast, vandalized with pink doodles and words. He's a little taller, a little thinner; his hair had grown out a little more, making him look more rebellious, a tad more scraggly. He bares the coveted black and red robes of a Shoku warrior, the leader of the Xiaolin monks, although he looks a little ridiculous covered in the sticky strands of the Silk Spitter.
He poises the Shen Gong Wu at his target, determination written on his face. "I'm warning you!"
Kimiko sticks her tongue out at her leader, obviously not conforming to his threats. She closes her fingers around the tiled roof of the vault, hoisting herself into a sitting position. She dangles her feet lazily over the edge, not at all phased by Raimundo's words or sincere seriousness.
The dragon of fire as well looks a bit older; she's also gained a couple inches in height. Along with her height, Kimiko's hair had grown substantially in length, getting to the point where it had become easier for her to tie it into one sleek ponytail than two. Since we last saw her she had only become increasingly beautiful, her lips had become fuller and her skin always had a stunning glow. She didn't even need makeup anymore to be an instant knock-out.
"Just come up here and take it from me!" She called back, holding Ninja Fred over the edge of the building only to provoke her friend.
"SILK SPITTER!" Raimundo yells in frustration, using the Wu without discretion on his teammate.
"Mantis Flip Coin!" Kimiko says cheerfully, using the power of the coin to propel herself off of the roof of the vault and onto the wall of another, using her Wudai skills to climb the almost flat surface to safety. The prized bear stays safely tucked underneath her arm, only to the aggravation of Raimundo.
The leader groans in annoyance, clutching the Silk Spitter to the point where his nails were digging into his own hands. He looks down at his injury, almost considering ignoring Master Lu's warning and climbing up there after her. What was a little bit of pain compared to proving to Kimiko that he wasn't useless because of his injury.
She notices his aggravation and just laughs, placing the bear in her lap and flipping the Shen Gong Wu obliviously.
"Raimundo!" Clay hobbles out of the vault, his center of balance seemingly off. The cowboy looks no less old than his fellow monks. His hair is longer from all sides, not just covering his eyes, but sneaking out of the back of his signature hat as well. Since their last great battle he only looks like he's gained more bulk, but more on the form of muscle than fat. But if anyone had recently had a growth spurt it was him; the dragon of earth had to be at least half a foot taller, towering over his fellow warriors.
"OW! Omi, would you quit it, little buddy?" The cowboy turns around to reveal Omi, apparently glued to his back by the not-so-merciful adhesive of the Silk Spitter and Raimundo's suddenly bad aim.
Omi, out of all of them, appeared to look exactly the same. He may have grown a little, but with the added heights of his comrades it was impossible to tell at all. If anything, he still looked as small and as cute as ever.
"URGH!" The smallest monk kicks the air, not sure how to escape when there was nothing to hit. He throws a punch, inadvertently hitting his friend in the process.
Clay shuffles forward, his legs almost glued together. "Rai, what are you doing?"
Raimundo looks down at his injury, not wanting to look his friend in the eyes. "Kimikoterkmaterdyber…" He mumbles, suddenly finding interest in the Silk Spitter.
"Speak up, partner, I can't hear y—OW! Omi, calm down!"
"This is most humiliating!" Omi cries, trying to use Clay as a springboard and tear away the silk. "I must get free!" He pushes off with all of his strength, reaching out for the air around him. The sticky string allows him to lurch forward, then pulling him back, slapping the two together and knocking Clay right onto his face.
Kimiko looks out at the boys, concern hidden among her beautiful features, the bear forgotten in her lap.
Raimundo finds an opportunity. "SILK SPITTER!"
Kimiko is, of course, ready. "MANTIS FLIP COIN!" She yells, this time with a little less smugness, leaping into a random direction. She soars over the courtyard, this time jumping onto the wall of the common room building. With less preparation she only has one hand available to cling to the wall, begins to slide, and then spiral to the ground below.
Raimundo drops the Wu and darts over the structure, opening his arms in a bridal-style catch. At first he looks relieved, then annoyed, plucking the bear out of her hands and dumping his friend onto the ground unceremoniously. He immediately afterwards offers her his hand. "Good game, Kimiko."
She takes his hand, laughing. "Right back at you, Raimundo."
"Now that you guys are done for the day, do you mind…?" Clay asks, walking in between the two.
"Sorry about that, dude." Raimundo says, grabbing Clay's hands as Kimiko takes Omi's feet, the two pulling until their stuck comrades are pried apart, the momentum sending the monks tumbling into heaps of arms, legs and silk.
"Oh, Raimundo." Omi chides, dusting silk off of his clothes. "You are supposed to be the good example around here, and all you seem to be exampling is mischief." He shakes his head, arms crossed. "I would not be surprised if your tyranny were to lead even the strongest of monks like myself to follow your model."
Raimundo looks at the temple around him, silk making a fine layer over just about everything. He shrugs. "I'll get it all clean eventually. It's been seven months since the last showdown; I've probably got another seven before we see one."
The monks sigh in unison from the thought of how long it's been since Omi almost caused a world catastrophe with the Sands of Time. Sure, there had been Shen Gong Wu revealing itself here and there, but there was never any action. It seemed almost as if the villain of the world had just decided to quit their conquest for world domination. Even their oldest adversary, Jack Spicer, seemed to have given up the business for good. And although that made the monk's lives ten times easier, it almost made it ten times more boring.
That was, until today. "GUYS!" Dojo slithers out from behind the corner, the Ancient Scroll tucked underneath his tiny arms. "A big one just lit up the board!"
In a small town like any other off of the Atlantic Ocean, a tiny, hooded figure makes his way down the cobblestone streets, a mission to drive him. He makes not a single error in his step, no slight hesitation before every turn. He's walked this complicated course a thousand times over.
The streets are void of people for such an early hour, but the town is not dead. People watch the figure rush down the streets through the cracks in their shutters, locking the door tight before he passes. This is a daily event, and everyone knows not to bother with the local phantom of the night.
The small boy, his mission unknown but his path common knowledge, reaches a house on the corner, one that was supposedly abandoned. No one ever went in besides the boy, but nobody, even the phantom, had ever come out. Yet the pattern replayed itself every day, the peculiar figure emerging from an unknown origin and ending right there. It was haunted, they said. But they didn't know any better.
The figure enters the house in his usual way, through a second story window. The room is pitch black, not even a candle to aid the eyes, but the boy never needed it. He had been living in the shadows his entire life, he could see in the dark as well as anyone could see in the light. He had heightened instincts, imperfect senses and flawless skills. Nothing less was expected from the teachings of Shadow.
He enters a hole in the floor, falling for almost a minute before using his staff to slow his descent, then hitting it against the wall at the exact moment to propel himself into another tunnel. He rolls, straightens, then sensing the presence of his master, kneels.
"My lady," he says in a low voice, placing his weapon on the ground. "The Jade Staff has finally revealed itself."
Two reptilian green eyes appear from the darkness. "Excellent," she purrs. "My brother will be most pleased."
The young boy looked almost surprised, hearing his master sound almost happy. "M-my lady, does this mean I am ready?"
She scowls in the darkness, but does not let her sour expression leak into her words. "Do not stutter around me, boy." She pauses for just a moment, wanting her silence to make him nervous. "My student, do you know what you must do?"
Three glowing dots appear on the boy's forehead, his concentration building. "Yes." He grabs his weapon from the floor, rising from his kneeling position. "I must destroy the Xiaolin monks."
