The Oklahoma Dragon

Chapter One

"The Shen Gong Wu in the Red Mans Land"

"Oklahoma is the Cherokee word for 'land of the red men'..." so stated my Oklahoma History book. I had dug the old thing out of my book collection and just started reading it on a whim. After finishing the section about the Five Civillized Tribes, I decide to take a walk to work off my excess blood sugar.

Oh, by the way; my name is Kanmuri Okashii. I'm 18 years old, graduated, and an aspireing Manga writer/film maker/comic book writer/novelist/actress.

I've got a lot of ambitions; don't I?

I live with my mother, Tsuki; my cousin, also named Tsuki; and my little neice Ishi. While I have no problem living with my mother, I abso-friggin-lutley HATE my cousin and her kid in my house. It's just my personal belief that when you move out and make your own life, you don't suddenly decide to come back and mooch off the only person who ever gave a damn about you. Long story...

I grabbed up my black back-pack (of which I never go anywhere without), and trekked down the long dirt road from my drive way to the creek down the road. My home is a large red-roofed place that resides in the country side of my home town, far from the beaten path. Hell, the only people who ever come down this way are either A) People looking for my neighbors on down the road, B) my relatives, or C) the school bus.

But I'd better digress. The day was somewhat cloudy, with only smidges of sunlight peaking through the cloud cover. Aww...the perfect day. So perfect, that I took out my CD player (curse those who can afford iPods) and started pogoing to the sweet jams of J-pop. But out of the corner of my ear, I could hear the sounds of some ruckus being sturred up near the creak.

"Crap, the crazy guy with the dogs is up to something." I said. But the sudden explosion that sent a wave of water and drift wood up past the tree line made me feel a little more iffy.

"The hell...does he have land mines now?"

Out of some isatiable curiousity that would likely get me in trouble or worse, I took off in a dash to the creek. I was barely to the bridge when I saw someone being smashed into the concrete. Fearing they might be dead, I raced to see what I could do to help.

I was suprised to see that it was just a little boy. More suprising, he looked foreign, like Chinese or something. Even more suprising, when I looked to my right, down to the general direction of the creek, I was seeing a battle scene straight from an Anime. I saw a group of kids no older than me doing some crazy (but really cool) martial arts moves, fighting against what I assume to be flying robots. I had to smack myself a couple time to make sure I was'nt daydreaming again. I heard a moan, and saw that the Chinese boy was waking up.

"Hey kid, you okay? You took a pretty bad fall. Nothing busted?" the boy looked at me grogiley, and smiled oddly.

"Your concern in much appreciated, but I am fine. You had better get to cover, this is no place for a civillian." he said before springing up, seemingly unhurt, and rejoined the battle.

"Holy-sunuva-whatthehell!" I exclaimed at the boys reziliance. I was about to take the kids advice and haul ass outta here, but with a sudden cry of "LOOK OUT!" by one of the kids in battle, I felt something bash itself on the back of my skull, and I was greeted with the inky blackness of unconciousness.

Some days, it just seems like you just never shoulda got outta bed, don't it?

Okay, this is first atempt at a Xiaolin Showdown fanfic. I've only seen a handfull of episodes and red some other fics just to get a feel for the fandom. I hope I can get it right.

On some notes, Kanmuri Okashii is my own name in Japanese, as are the aformentiond family members. All descirptions of my home are real. And there really is a crazy guy on the other side of the creek who has rabid dogs, but thankfully, no land mines.

So feel free to review, and let me know what details I'm getting wrong so I can correct them in future chapters.

Owari fer now

Kanmuri