Note: This is the sequel to my first story; like father, like son. Happy New Year.

Perched above a tree, a lone, miniscule figure sat above grey bird, eyes roving over a man he knew to be easily persuaded by power. The man sat atop a throne, surrounded by felines, and it appeared as if he was peering into a small, glowing scroll. The miniscule figure frowned and wrapped a tiny, vine-like arm around a pair of bite-size binoculars, scowling as he read the scroll in the mans hand. The man, seemingly unaware of the miniscule figures presence, stroked one of his felines fur and smirked. The miniscule figure frowned and patted the small bird he was situated on.

"Let's go, Ying-Ying."

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Kimiko's gaze rested on the xiaolin temple's elegant, yet simple koi pond. The image of the colorful fish swimming gracefully in the pond greeted her eyes as her black hair swayed with the wind, occasionally falling into her face as a soft smile graced her slender lips. Her thoughts unconsciously drifted to different aspects of the temple as she watched a small, yellow koi swim near her. The previous month had been interesting at the temple, to say the least. Clay and Omi seemed to be training together far more often than they usually did. And sometimes, the two would play the occasional game of softball or football. Raimundo though, was nowhere in sight. Kimiko frowned and dipped one finger in the koi ponds water. Although Raimundo didn't like to show it, the previous month had taken its physical and mental toll on him. After being captive at Chase Young's mercy, raimundo had changed, becoming slightly more serious and playing lesser pranks. Raimundo also hadn't spoken much after he arrived from chase' lair, or told her much about his endurances. Kimiko wasn't sure if it was simply his method of assuring clay, omi and her that he was ok, or if he was hiding something.

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"Raimundo!" Clay frowned and gripped his now rose-colored hat before taking a sharp turn in pursuit for raimundo through the temple courtyards. Raimundo grinned and through a glance back to clay before stepping to the side to avoid a slab of earth. He'd thought of the perfect practical joke for the blonde cowboy. First, raimundo had managed to dye the cowboys hat pink. It was slightly amateurish, but it got the job done. Raimundo had then stealthily replaced clays steak with tofu. In raimundo's mind, the plan was sheer genius.

"Dude! You should've seen the look on your face!" Raimundo laughed before speeding up to avoid clay's grasp. "Maybe you should lay off the steak for a while clay, you're getting a bit sluggish there…" Clay scowled and glared at raimundo before jumping over a small training wall.

"Darn it Rai! This aint funny!" Clay stomped the ground, creating large fissures. Raimundo was momentarily at awe at the fact that clay had managed to perform a seismic kick without calling its name, and didn't pay notice that clay was mere inches away from him. When clay's fist swiftly approached the back of raimundo's head, raimundo turned around with a large grin before stopping and placing his arms behind his head. Master fung suddenly appeared between the two, grasping clays arm and giving raimundo a stern glare.

"Is there a problem, raimundo?" Raimundo's grin sobered slightly before he rubbed the back of his head in thought. "No…um…clay was just showing me some fighting moves…" Master fung raised a brow at raimundo's halfhearted excuse.

"And that explains why his hat is pink." Raimundo brought an arm behind his head, ruffling his hair nervously, remaining silent. Master fung sighed, dropping clays arm and giving both of the warriors' stern gazes. He then turned to raimundo.

"Apologize to clay. And I do not wish to see this happen again, understand?" Master fung knew raimundo wouldn't fulfill his request, and momentarily wondered why he wasted his breath on such a thing. Clay nodded.

"Yes, master fung." Master fung then turned his gaze towards raimundo. Raimundo sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Ok, master fung." Master fung reverted to his usual exterior before heading towards the grand hall. Clay sighed and turned to raimundo. "Well, Mr. mature leader, any bright ideas on how yer gonna get this dye outta my hat?" Clay removed the beloved ten-gallon hat from his head before glaring at raimundo. Raimundo's cheeky grin never faltered.

"Well, you could try the rio reverso…" Clay raised a brow before smirking and giving a friendly glance to raimundo. "Do you really think you should've been runnin' like that on leg braces?" Clay changed the subject, not desiring to converse about his ruined hat any further. Raimundo furrowed his brows before grinning wider and heading back in the direction of his cubicle.

"I wouldn't worry about that. Right now, you've got a rosy hat to fix." Clay glared at raimundo's retreating form before he heard a jovial childlike voice greet him from behind.

"Hello clay!" Clay turned around to see omi's cheerful form. The small yellow monk was holding a wooden bat in his right hand that seemed too large for the monk to hold upright.

"Since raimundo and kimiko are having a date tonight, I would like to master the sport of 'baseball'." Clay grinned and plucked the wooden bat from omi's hand.

"Sure thing buddy."

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Master fung scowled as he glanced at the familiar sight of his office. The room itself was neat. A small, short, wooden table sat in the center of the rooms red carpeted floor. Asian flowers and plants were situated to the right and left sides of the bookshelf, and a lone, small window was carved in the wall. Master Fung calmly sauntered to his desk and crossed his legs. He carefully lifted a sheet of paper and began to write on it with a feather pin.

"Hannibal bean, show yourself at once."

Instantaneously, a small, grey bird perched itself on master fung's table. A miniscule figure jumped off of the bird and onto master fung's table with a grin. "State your reasons for intruding on temple property." Hannibal smirked and glared master fung directly in the eye.

"I'm here to give you some information." Master fung's pen was abruptly stopped in the middle of writing the master's signature. Hannibal's smirk grew wider. "Sometime soon, chase is gonna get some new assistance…he's gonna make a bad deal 'cause of his cupidity for power." An eerie silence enveloped the room before master fung settled his pen down on his desk and gave a weary glance to Hannibal.

"Why are you warning me?"

Hannibal smirked and jumped back on his ying-ying bird. "I don't trust the other heylin, and neither should you. And I don't like chase any more than you do." With that, the Ying-Ying bird proceeded to fly through master fung's window. Hannibal turned around and gave a final glance to master fung.

"And if I were you, I'd keep an eye on my shoku warrior."

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