Understanding Chase

(Just to let y'all know, I'm updating this story whether I get reviews or not, cuz I hate reading stories that never get finished cuz the author didn't get enough reviews. You shouldn't need reviews, it should be fun and for fun that you write. Not for other people to approve of your story. Gosh… Anyway, here we go! (Rating is T cuz some of the things are a little mature and I know some pretty immature people)

Chapter 1- Meditation

It had been 2 years since Raimundo had become the leader and everyone else, minus one dragon, had advanced to Shoku warrior with him. Kimiko, our young dragon of fire was still a Wudai warrior. She didn't really mind being a Wudai instead of a Shoku, what she minded was Omi's constant lectures about how she will never be as great as he because she is a girl. Honestly, it was getting old. Now she knew how Rai felt when he hadn't advanced with all of them. They never listened to her opinions, they always gave her the easiest tasks, and they always tried to protect her from everything! She was not some helpless little girl; they all knew that! It enraged her to no end to be treated like a child by her closest friends. Well, 'cept for Keiko. Keiko always understood her.

But that was Keiko, right now; she was dealing with Omi and Raimundo. They were taunting her about the fact that she never obsessively changed her outfits anymore. Sure, she wore different clothes every day, but she no longer colored her hair for every outfit. She left it the natural color, black.

"What happened to the purple hair you had when we fought Katnappe?" Raimundo prodded. Omi laughed and added in.

"Oh yes! That hair was most amusing!" he clutched his chest as he laughed and continued, "And what about the blonde hair you had when we first met!" Raimundo remembered that one.

"Oh yeah, you looked like a nerdy American girl who never got any sun and spent all day inside playing videogames!" he let out a loud guffaw after saying this. Fortunately for Kimiko, that happened to be when Clay walked in.

Clay immediately yelled at Rai, "Now, Rai, what have I told you about dissin' Americans!" A few shouts were exchanged between them, and fighting broke out. Omi tried to step in and stop their fighting, but soon he was dragged into after a cruel comment about his head was made.

Kimiko groaned and walked out to the gardens, she needed to get away from them, even if it was just spiritually and not physically. Kimiko chose her favorite spot of grass in the center of the sand garden and turned on her MP3 player. She had lost her headphones to the Orb of Tornami, so she dropped it down in the sand as it began to play relaxing music for her.

She made slow, calculated, flowing movements to the beat of her music. Gradually, fire appeared between her hands and she bent it slowly and smoothly like water. It almost looked like she was doing a traditional Japanese geisha dance. But the fire and the music brushed that notion off like dust on a countertop. For some reason, listening to Lion King (I don't own it) music always helped her focus and it calmed her down. Maybe it was because every song had a steady, smooth beat. The song continued to play the American made African music and Kimiko carefully moved the snake of fire back and forth in her hands. She leaned herself forward and backward and made smooth motions with her arms, unaware of prying eyes focused solely on her.

Off at a certain evil-doer's palace… You know the one… ^_^

"Chase, what are you doing?" a certain evil witch with long red poofy hair whined, "I'm bored, entertain me…"

Chase wasn't looking at her; he was staring through the All-Seeing-Eye, watching a certain young monk meditate. As he watched intently, he absentmindedly scratched one of his cats behind the ears. The cat purred happily, enjoying his master's touch.

Chase hadn't given Wuya a response, so she whined again. "All you've been doing for the past half hour is spying on the monks…!" Chase, again, remained silent. Wuya pouted, folded her arms across her chest, and approached him. "What's so interesting anyway? They haven't done anything exciting in days…" she griped, begging for the gorgeous man's attention. Wuya wasn't going to deny it, Chase was drop-dead gorgeous. Even a 1500 year old witch could see that Chase was living, breathing man candy.

Chase groaned, annoyed by her nasally voice, "I watch our enemies to see their daily routines and weaknesses, Wuya." He said the last word with venom. He hated her, but she was powerful, so he kept her around. Even though he had taken her powers from her, Wuya was still a force to be reckoned with, thanks to her evil cunning mind.

Wuya peered down into the eye and said, irritated, "That's just Kimiko meditating… She does that all the time…"

Chase raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. "And how would you know this, Wuya?" he asked, although it was more of a demand for her to confess.

Wuya smiled nervously and stuttered, "Oh, wh-what? Oh, I just… I w-watch them from time to time…"

Chase spoke with venom dripping off his tongue, "Without my permission?" He didn't look happy, and even Wuya knew it was best to stay on Chase's good side.

She lied quickly, "I didn't think you would mind! I m-mean… I was just watching!" Chase seemed satisfied with her response and turned back to the eye.

He observed every movement Kimiko made. Each motion was controlled and under control, but he could see that just beneath the surface, there was power in those movements. A power he had never seen in Kimiko before, it interested him to see that Kimiko had grown. He had always figured she was the weakest link, considering her temper and her gender. He had also noticed she was still a Wudai warrior, whereas the others had each moved up to Shoku warrior. Now, he was reconsidering his first opinions of her. Perhaps, she was not so weak after all…

Temple sand gardens, we return to Kimiko…

"Kimiko!" Omi's voice shook her out of her calm state. She screamed, lost her balance, and fell, landing on her butt.

Omi didn't seem to notice, for he asked her a question as if nothing happened, "How were you doing that?" Kimiko looked up, rubbing her eye to see Raimundo and Clay with him.

Kimiko growled viciously, mad about being disturbed, "Doing what?"

Raimundo spoke, "That thing you just did with the fire, you were, like, making it dance!"

Omi added in, "I have never seen fire move in such a way! Only has water and wind been bent to the will of its wielder! You made the flames flow like a river!"

Kimiko got up, wiping her pink skirt clean of dirt. Clay had offered her a hand getting to her feet, it seemed like he was the only gentleman she knew. Well, Clay and Chase Young, he seemed honorable enough, maybe he was gentlemanly too. Either way, she appreciated Clay's hand. But after Omi had said that, Clay retorted.

"Wait, are you sayin' Earth can't be bent like water?" he screeched with his southern accent.

Omi laughed as if it were a joke, "Oh Clay. Clay, Clay, Clay… I envy your ignorance…! Of course Earth cannot be bent like water! It is too rough and too unwilling!" Clay started shouting at him, Raimundo joining in as well. Raimundo never could leave himself out of a fight.

Kimiko groaned, picked up her MP3 player which had been long forgotten in the sand, and said to the quarreling boys, "I'm gonna go meditate…" She began to walk away from them.

"I love watching you meditate"

Kimiko stopped dead, she looked back at the boys, but they were still fighting. They hadn't even heard her say that, how could they have replied? She looked around suspiciously, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

"Must've imagined it…" she muttered as she went off to finish meditating.