Jack rolled around in bed for a while, planning to get a little more shuteye before morning, then gave up, knowing his own insomniac ways. He shoved the blankets off roughly, having the knowledge that he wouldn't leave the warmth they had otherwise, and shivered for a moment.
Getting up from the bed was the hardest part in the morning, his muscles always seemed to ache from bruises and cuts not yet healed away, courtesy of the absolutely wonderful Xiaolin monks.
He stood, then stretched, hearing his joints pop painfully, giving out a loud yawn, and heading towards the bathroom to get ready for the day, making sure to grab a new, clean outfit.
He took a fast, cold shower (he didn't know how anyone could stand heat being dumped on their back, he didn't know why, but he hated his back being touched or heated in any way). Then he threw on his outfit, a tight, black tank top, matching tight, black jeans, his totally awesome coat, socks, and boots.
As he went down the steps of his second story room, towards his lair of absolute evil, he began pondering previous events, and ways he could improve his chances of winning. So deep in his thoughts, he almost missed the note left on the kitchen counter, and would have if he hadn't stopped to get his usual breakfast.
Chewing serenely on his nutty-nut bar, he saw the little, obnoxiously bright pink colored note, clashing awfully with the pearly granite, and grabbed it, wondering if it was from his ignorant parents.
It was, not that he was surprised, no one got in here without security's say-so. No, that was not what startled him, the message is what had done it:
Dear jacky-bear,
Your cousin, Shuichi, will be coming over for a while from Japan, as well as a few of his little friends, I'm not sure how long they'll be over, though they'll come tomorrow, please take good care of them!
Love,
Mom xoxoxoxoxoxo!
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What...?
The nut-bar's small remains dropped to the ground, breaking his small moment of silence with a clear, almost ringing –plop-.
With that he came out of shock, and decided it would be a reasonable wish to want to bang his head on a brick wall right now.
This was just like his parents! Giving him only a days warning! And then the idiots hadn't event told him how many people were coming!
A resonating beeping forced him out of his annoyed thoughts, he sighed, grabbing his heli-pack, and left on another fruitless attempt to gain a shen-gong-wu.
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Kurama sighed, waiting for his cousin to come and get them from the airport, Yusuke and Kuwabara were already getting restless (a very bad thing in an over-populated area, and Hiei was glaring darkly at the ground, still angry about having to use inferior ningen technology(or as Hiei fondly put it 'metal deathtraps not meant to fly') to get here.
He thought back to what had lead to this point, why they had gone all off to China.
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Koenma peeked over his too-big desk, a grim expression on his chubby little face, and he took a moment to examine them all individually. "This mission is very important!" his childlike voice boomed in its own unnatural way, not that anyone seemed to notice, "There are dangerous artifacts on the loose, that could release an ancient demon, and could very-well lead to the end of life as we know it, being handled like toys by mere children!"
If anyone had suspected anything, it was most certainly not that, and silence rung in deep bells. Koenma didn't seem to notice, and continued, "These children are on the right side, and are martial artists, but they don't even begin to understand the items true power, if this goes on, it could mean the end of us all."
Kuwabara seemed to find his voice first, "So what're we gonna' do about it?" he asked, Koenma was quick to answer, "I'm sending you all to China, where they are, of course!"
Yusuke had protested for a while before giving in, and just when they were about to leave the office Koenma gave them special translator watches, telling them it would help them out with the language, and also that they would be staying with Kurama's cousin.
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It had all gone too fast, leading to this point, but that just highlighted the importance of the mission.
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Jack grumbled to himself, wishing he could be home making jackobots instead of at the stupid, filthy airport, the sounds of aircrafts were practically making his ears bleed!
He tried to ignore his pessimistic thoughts, in favor of thoughts about the cousin he had never met before, what he might be like, and why he was suddenly appearing in the self-proclaimed genius' life.
A flash of red hair, as startling as his own dragged at the edge of his vision, practically screaming 'look at me! Look at me, we're possible relatives!', snapping him from his musings.
He looked at the figure, surrounded by a motley group, red hair, long and flowing, shined in the summer light, green eyes a pasture of ice, his outfit was as emerald as his eyes, as if highlighting them, and his feminine figure. Jack snorted loudly, the guy looked like Christmas, he didn't want to believe they were related, but the hair was a dead give-away.
Before going to confront the older one he stopped to look them over, one-by-one.
One of them had a build similar that weird cowboy/monk guy, except he was a lot taller, his orange hair was in some weird hairstyle that Jack didn't recognize, but he supposed it looked alright on the tall guy, though his outfit was pretty-much just a carbon copy of the other guys, just bigger, and a robin egg blue.
Jack moved his eyes elsewhere, the next guy had his green-black hair slicked back with un-godly amounts of hair gel for-sure, making Jack mentally gag, his out fit was only different from the first in that it was a darker green.
The final one was small, his frame slight, and lithe, his black hair spiked and holding a blue-ish tint, and his outfit, Jack thanked god for the originality, was a black shirt and pants loose on his figure.
When Jack looked up, he realized that the other had red eyes, similar to his own, that were currently locked in on his.
In fact, they all seemed to be paying rapt attention to him...
He gulped, and decided it was about time to go introduce himself.
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Kuwabara stared down at Kurama's little cousin, and by little, he meant about as short as Hiei, if not a little shorter.
He was honestly surprised at the smaller one's appearance, not the boy's clothes that were black, a tank top, and jeans, pretty tight on him, but not to much so, not by his skin was white as pearls, not by his eyes and hair, a perfect, matching red, that could never be achieved if either were fake. Kuwabara didn't pay any of that much mind, he was used to unnatural stuff, but what he was surprised on were the cuts, still red, and bruises, purple and black, like beacons littering his skin, they worried Kuwabara, what was a harmless kid like this getting beat up like that for?
He smiled, trying to look welcoming, as the kid began to come towards them, looking nervous, and out of place. It didn't take long for him to get across the parking lot, and once in front of them the boy began to speak, "Hello," he began in fluent Japanese "I'm Jack Spicer, is one of you Shuichi?" he questioned.
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A/N: the name needs a bit of rethinking, right =P it's called bright grass because Jack is bright in the head, and Kurama likes plants... thats what my big sis told me to name it, so if you have better title ideas tell me!
okay, some things I need to say:
when it says 'that weird cowboy/monk guy', it means Clay
when it talks about Jack being all beat up, it's because he falls multiple times in the show from hights of around 50ft, and he gets hit a lot, so in this fic he doesn't get out unscathed
thanks for reading! plz review ^u^ (but if u don't want to its alright)