So, this was originally a one-shot idea, but I wanted to go somewhere else with it. I know this first chapter is short, but I just wanted to use it as a intro. I promise the next chapter will be longer as I figure out exactly where I'm heading with this. I have a couple of plot ideas. Comments are always welcome, and in fact, encouraged!

Chase Young sat on his throne as he contemplated the events if this last month. The Shen Gong Wu had become increasingly more active, at least seven activating across the globe. The Heylin, despite many members being pathetically incompetent, had managed to win five of the seven. A rather fortuitous turn of luck, if Chase said so himself. There had been an odd occurrence to accompany the winning streak: Spicer's continuing absence.

Now, Chase Young would normally be elated at this new turn of events. Spicer had always been a disaster in any avenue that involved showdowns. He was a danger to himself and any other Heylin that happened to be participating.

Still, it was unlike Spicer to just disappear. He hadn't even come by in one of his unannounced visitations where he would let out an unyielding stream of "evil" plots until Chase finally let his warriors have open season of the albino. This last month had been almost eerily quiet.

Chase could not comprehend why he was even slightly curious (he refused to think himself concerned). Spicer had always been an utterly annoying thorn in his side for five years now. The now twenty-two-year-old had matured somewhat, but he was still a hopeless idiot when it came to fight between Xioalin and Heylin. He had no physical skill to protect himself, and what genius he had he squandered on petty grandstanding. Ultimately, Chase had no idea why Spicer bothered to show up at all.

Now, he was gone as fast as he had come. He no longer flew into showdowns prattling off like an incessant teenager. Robots, no matter how easily destroyed, did not outnumber the other Wu competitors.

So, where had he gone?

Chase growled to himself as he fought the instinct to check in on the redhead. If Spicer had truly decided to give up then it was for the best; for everyone. Deciding upon that, Chase left his throne room to put in a few hours of training.

Jack cursed under his breath as he stood in overly expensive store. After five years, he had finally agreed to his mother's request of him going to one of his family's many formal gatherings to be held next week. While his parents took no personal interest in his well being, they were interested in his future connections when it came to the family. Especially now that he planned on taking over the family business.

He had already started working under his parents for the last month, proving that the business was in his blood. He could do any job he wanted at the company, and he was learning the clientele like the back of his hand. He was a natural.

Jack did feel pleased with that. It hadn't been his first choice of career. Obviously, he had been far more interested in becoming an evil genius of the Heylin. But that had NOT gone anywhere the way he had wanted. Still, he had been persistent, holding out for five years until he had decided he could never really go up against physical prowess.

Maybe he could do it with business. It wouldn't injure him- or it was less likely too.

Money spoke volumes when it came to power. Those who had it could have anything done if they could pay the price. His family definitely had the money. Actually, they had more than they knew what to with. His parents spent millions each year and it never seemed to dent their bankroll. All this might be worth it in the end.

The albino still could stop a sigh as it escaped, catching his mother's extremely unwanted attention. She had come along to make sure everything was perfect. Perfection had always been unobtainable when it came to her standards. Her and Jack had spent at least two hours debating over clothes before they finally had agreed on colors: black and gray. His mother had agreed on red as an accent color only, if that was needed.

"Jack, do stop pouting. You agreed to this."

"I know. But did I really need new clothes? I have plenty of formal wear at home."

Georgia smoothed out her dress before answering. "Yes, but this is a very important gathering." This gained a confused look from her son. A new client? Someone very powerful? It was his mother's turn to sigh. "I was hoping to keep this silent until we were at the party. I didn't want you to back out. Your father and I have invited a few eligible young ladies that we would like you to meet."

….What?

Jack nearly fell off the podium he was standing on. This was a matchmaking party?! What in god's name were they thinking? Did they really think he would fall for any of those fake ass rich barbie dolls? They wouldn't understand half the stud he said!

His mother, catching Jack's look, quickly ran interference. "Please, just meet them, dear. If you really don't like them then you don't need to force yourself. We just wanted to start this process. We know it could take a bit before you found someone." Blinking, Jack bit back a noise of surprise. His mom was being understanding? That was a first.

"Fine, mother. I will socialize with them. And I'll try to be nice."

Georgia smiled. The tailor came back, interrupting their conversation. In the end, Jack settled upon a black Bespoke suit that would tailored to fit his slightly muscular form (yes, he had muscles thank you. Engineering isn't easy!). A satin grey tie would act as an accessory as well as black leather shoes. "Perfect! You will look fantastic, darling!" Clapping her hands once, Georgia stood as her son readied himself to (finally) return home.

Upon their return, Jack beelined to his lab. While he was no longer participating in showdowns, he still enjoyed inventing and tinkering. He was the heir to the Spicer Tech Co. and its endless fortune. He didn't want to fall behind in the technology portion just because he was learning business. His current project lay infinished on a table. As he approached, one of his jackboots greeted him.

"Hello, master. I hope your trip faired well. Is there anything you require?"

"No, Jackbot, all I need is peace and quiet." The jackbot retreated with a "yes, sir," and the young man settled in for a late night.