Author's Notes:

Welcome to the 1st chapter of the 1st story of my Xiaolin Showdown/RaiKim fanfic series, based off of Warner Bros.' and Christy Hui's show Xiaolin Showdown. Enjoy! Please, R&R!

Disclaimer: Xiaolin Showdown is property of Warner Bros. and Christy Hui

Prologue

Fifteen hundred years ago, the famous Xiaolin warrior, Grand Master Dashi, trapped the evil Heylin witch Wuya within a Chinese puzzle box with the help of his mystical artifacts called the Shen Gong Wu, which supplies one with special abilities and/or protection. This battle was known as the first Xiaolin Showdown. Afterwards, Dashi hid all of the Shen Gong Wu all across the world to preserve balance.

A Xiaolin Showdown is triggered when two or more people grab a Shen Gong Wu simultaneously; however, showdowns can also be called at any time. In a showdown, each of the opponents must wager a Shen Gong Wu, or else something of considerable value. The opponent who calls the showdown also names the challenge, which could be anything. Showdowns also occasionally lead to mystical arenas and happenings being created and to occur. The winner of the showdown wins the prize Shen Gong Wu, along with or either all else that had been wagered.

Today, Wuya has been freed from her prison and has regained her immortal body after being turned ghost-like from power of the puzzle box; however, she is now powerless. So now, she along with many other villains, together known as the Heylin side, are now searching for all of the scattered Shen Gong Wu in order to claim world domination. These villains include the self-proclaimed evil boy genius Jack Spicer, and the once Xiaolin warrior, Chase Young, who traded his Xiaolin ways for stronger powers and immortality after drinking a potion which made him evil. Wuya can sense whenever a Shen Gong Wu has revealed itself, while Jack has a device that can detect when a Shen Gong Wu is revealed. Chase Young, on the other hand doesn't really care much for Shen Gong Wu at all. Chase is also Wuya's current partner in crime; Jack was her previous partner, and also the one who freed her from her imprisonment.

Despite their strengths, these villains are seemly always stopped by the four new chosen Xiaolin warriors. With the guidance and help from the head of the temple Master Fung and their dragon friend Dojo, who can also sense the revealing of Shen Gong Wu, these four warriors protect the world from evil using their elemental powers and martial arts skills in a race to collect all of the Shen Gong Wu. With so many evil forces out to destroy both the world and themselves, will the four chosen ones be able to stop them?

A journey of a thousand miles now begins….

Chapter 1

A gentle, summer breeze travels across the Chinese plains and mountains, whistling through the trees and gentling helping a stream travel down south. Up this stream and hidden behind the trees and mountains, lies the ancient Xiaolin Temple. The wind continually dances throughout the temple, and travels up to top of a hill just outside the temple walls. It is here, underneath an old tree on this hill, where the wind stops at the tips of sun-kissed fingers held up toward sky. The owner of this hand is an adolescent Brazilian boy. He lays flat on his back with some areas of light from the sun illuminating through the branches onto his sun-kissed face. His spiked, dark mocha hair flows with the wind, as the wind ruffles the red and black tunic with a yellow sash that he is clothed in, making the dragon design on his left sleeve dance. His eyes are closed shut and he held a peaceful look across his face as his lied there motionless, with the only signs of life being his deep breathing and the movements of his outstretched hand as he continually bends the wind. However, that look of peace was soon provoked by a sudden shouting coming for the distance.

"RAIMUNDO!" the voice called as its carrier runs up to the top of the hill.

The boy, Raimundo Pedrosa, puts his arm down at his side and stops bending the air, leaving the wind to gradually settle to nothing. He leans forward into a sitting position and turns to the sound of the voice. His dark emerald eyes then open and stared in annoyance at the young, bald Chinese boy dressed in a red and black tunic with a sky blue sash, running toward him.

"What do ya want, Omi?" Raimundo muttered in his Portuguese accent.

Omi stops at Raimundo's side and looks about the scenery in silence.

Omi then says, "Ah, so you were the reason behind this most strange wind."

"Yeah," Raimundo replied smartly. "What about it?'

"You should be training with your element rather than using it to cool yourself off," Omi proclaimed with his arms folded.

"I wasn't cooling myself off," Raimundo said with a smirk. "Summers back in Rio are much hotter than the summers here; I was just bored. Besides, I already did my training for today which is at a higher level than you. Plus there hasn't been any new Shen Gong Wu or attacks from the Heylin side in two weeks."

"That does not matter!" Omi then shouted. "Master Fung made you the team leader for a reason, yet you do not do much extra training, like I do with my element at the river."

"Actually, what Raimundo was previous doing is a good way of training his element," said a voice.

Raimundo and Omi turned and found themselves staring at an old, bald Chinese man with a gray mustache and beard. He was dressed in a blue, black, and white tunic along with a gold medallion with a Chinese character engraved in it.

"Master Fung!" the two shouted as they scrambled up to their feet, and honorably bowed at the presentence of not only the head of the temple, but their master.

"Great work Raimundo," Master Fung said, "that was the farthest distance that your element has traveled."

"Thank you Master Fung," Raimundo replied while smirking at Omi.

"Well, I created a 60 foot tall wave at the river today, and practice my tiger strike for four hours straight," Omi said while staring at Raimundo.

"That is also great, Omi, said Master Fung, "however, there are other ways of training without actually training at the river or on the obstacle courses."

"Yes, Master Fung," Omi replied with his head down.

Master Fung then turns to Raimundo and says, "And you have also proven yourself during your training sessions, and especially in combat and your leadership. However, some more extra training on your part would not hurt either. In fact, more opportunities will open for you."

"Yes, Master Fung," Raimundo sighed.

Omi began to snicker at Raimundo, which Raimundo responded with a sharp glance.

"Well, I suggest you two go to down to the kitchen for your lunch break," said Master Fung. "That is what you came to tell Raimundo, right Omi."

"Why, yes Master Fung," said Omi.

"Good, then I'll see you two later," Master Fung replied while bowing.

Raimundo and Omi bowed back, and Master Fung walked back down the hill toward the temple.

The two boys stood in silence for a couple moments until Omi then muttered, "You do have to train much more. If I were the leader…"

"Well, you need to learn how to loosen up," Raimundo interrupted.

He then shot a gust of wind out of his hand into Omi's face.

"Hey!" Omi yelped.

"Hurry up, Omi," Raimundo called as he walked away, "I'm straving."

Omi sighed and sped after his friend.

Raimundo and Omi enter the temple's kitchen, grabbed their plates, and rushed to the kitchen table. Sadly, the food on the table's platters had been reduced to almost nothing.

"What the…," Raimundo began.

The sound of a burp and utensils being dropped onto the table made contact with Raimundo and Omi's ears. The two turned toward the end of the table where they saw sitting a tall, bulk blonde haired and blue eyed teenaged boy. He was dressed in a red and white tunic with a sky blue sash along with a tan cowboy hat placed on the top of his head. In front of him were four dirty, but empty, plates.

"I should have known it would have been Clay," Raimundo then sighed.

"Sorry about that Rai," Clay Bailey said in his thick Texas accent. "You know how I get on an empty stomach."

"Well, look on the bright side," Omi said to Raimundo. "At least the bowl of salad was left untouched."

Clay threw his head back, expecting to hear a sarcastic remark from Raimundo, but Raimundo didn't say anything. Clay turned to Raimundo and saw that he wasn't even paying any attention to Omi at all. Rather, his eyes were completely locked onto the vacant chair across the table.

"Hey, Rai," Clay began. "Are you…"

"Kimiko hasn't left her room, yet," Raimundo interrupted with his eyes staring at the chair. "Has she?"

Clay sighed, "No, she hasn't."

"I did tell her that it was our lunch break," said Omi. "This is most strange; she's been in her room all day."

"Yeah," Raimundo replied, "and you know what, Kimiko always seems to get like this around this time."

"July 7th?" asked Clay.

"Exactly," Raimundo answered, "and although she lightens up by the next day, she remains this way somewhat throughout the month. But today, she's acting worse than she ever had before. Guys, something's not right…"

"Hi, guys," a soft voice said suddenly.

The boys all looked up and saw a pale and petite teenage, Japanese girl standing in the doorway. She was wearing a red dress-like tunic with a sky blue sash, and white leggings that stop over her knees. The straps from her shoes traveled up her shins in an "X" pattern. Her long raven hair, which was normally held up in pigtails with red bands, hung loose down her back. Her bangs also looked somewhat matted, and the pieces of hair near her ears, which is normally curled up, also hung loose. Her rose pink lips curled into a light, but warm smile as she slowly approach the table and took her seat.

"Kimiko," Raimundo said softly. "Are you alright?"

"I'm o.k., really," replied Kimiko Tohomiko.

"Are you sure?" asked Clay.

"You have been in your room all day," added Omi.

"Your hair isn't how you always put it either," added Raimundo.

"No," Kimiko replied again, "I'm fine; trust me."

Raimundo stared into Kimiko's sapphire eyes. The look in her eyes doesn't match a single word she's saying, he thought.

"No," Raimundo said standing up, "you're not."

Dragging his chair with him, Raimundo walks around the table and sits in his chair at Kimiko's side.

"Look," Raimundo began as he placed his hand on her shoulder, "um…we all know that there's something wrong. We've seen how you get upset around this time, but you're more upset than before. Please, just tell us what's wrong. We want to help."

Kimiko stared blankly at each of her friends' faces before staring down at her lap and releasing a deep sigh.

"It's the seventh day of the seventh lunar moon," she finally said.

"What do you mean by that, Kimiko?" asked Clay.

"Wait," Omi blurted out. "Are you talking about the Qixi Festival?"

"In a way Omi, yes," Kimiko replied, "but in Japan it's known as Tanabata."

"I think I've heard of Tanabata," Raimundo said. "They hold Tanabata festivals in São Paulo, Brazil; I've never been to one though."

"Not trying to sound like an outsider," said Clay, "but are these festivals about?"

"Tanabata and the Qixi Festival are both celebrations in honor of two stars in the Milky Way coming together," explained Kimiko. "Both of these stars are lovers and are only allowed to see each other during the seventh day of the seventh lunar moon. In Japan, there would be festivals where we would write out wishes and hang them on bamboo. The cities and towns would be full of decorations and outdoor stalls which sold food and have carnival games. There would also be multiple parades too, and a particular stall I would always go to that sold pink roses. Buying roses from there was almost a tradition for me."

"Well, what is it that upsets you?" asked Raimundo.

"Yeah," added Clay, "because from how you're describing it, you seem to be putting it in a positive light."

"Was there someone special that you would spend time with during the festival that you are missing?" asked Omi.

Both Kimiko and Raimundo trembled by Omi's sudden question. Raimundo's hand, which was still placed on Kimiko's shoulder, gripped on a little tighter, and eventually began to gently rub her shoulder. Kimiko, surprised by what appeared to her as sudden sympathy, faced Raimundo. However, he wasn't looking at her at all; his eyes were staring down at the table. She then turned to Omi and then to Clay; they both stared back at her, waiting for an answer.

Finally, she released another sigh, and said, "My mother."

The three boys all seemed to momentarily lose all of their words. They all knew about Kimiko's mother. She died of pneumonia when Kimiko was only eight. It was definitely a topic that the warriors would never touch on.

"I'm sorry, Kim," Raimundo then said softly.

Kimiko looked back to Raimundo. This time, he was facing her and his face was full of concern. However, his hand had stopped rubbing her shoulders, and had loosened its grip.

"I'm sorry, too," said Omi.

"Me too," said Clay.

"Thank you guys," replied Kimiko. "But what really has me down was my papa. You see, I called him like I always do in the morning, especially around Tanabata. Apparently, he informed me that some thieves broke into our mansion back in Tokyo and stole my mother's jewelry, including her wedding band. They were her prized possessions, and for that reason they were my papa's as well. The cops are currently searching for the thieves. My papa sounded so broken up on the phone…"

Kimiko stopped cold in the middle of her sentence as she began to choke back tears. Her team huddled around her in comfort.

"Don't cry, Kimiko," said Omi.

"We're always here for you," said Raimundo. "Everything will be o.k.; I promise."

Kimiko wiped her eyes and smiled.

"Thank you guys," she said. "It means a lot."

It was then when a green gecko sized dragon slithered into the kitchen. In his claws was the temple's Shen Gong Wu scroll.

"What is it Dojo?" Kimiko asked the dragon.

"Is everything o.k. in here?" Dojo asked in return, noticing the situation.

"Don't worry," Kimiko said. "Everything is o.k. now. Is it a new Shen Gong Wu?"

"Yes, it is," Dojo replied as he opened the scroll.

The Xiaolin warriors all crowded around the dragon as he read off the magic scroll.

"The Sun Amulet is a Shen Gong Wu that momentarily blinds your enemies," Dojo read. "It's perfect quick getaways or sneak attacks."

"I just we better get a move on then," said Clay.

Raimundo then approached Kimiko and asked, "Do you want to stay here while we go find the Shen Gong Wu? You always can."

"Rai, I'm coming," answered Kimiko. "I may have some personal drama in my life right now, but I still have a job to protect the world. Besides, maybe beating up Jack Spicer again will make me a little better."

Raimundo chuckled at Kimiko's last statement, and she in return.

A few moments later, the warriors all ran outside to meet Dojo in the temple's courtyard. Clay was dressed in his tradition light blue collar shirt, jeans, red bandana, and cowboy hat and boots. Raimundo wore his tan cargo pants, green, white, and orange long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of black and white sneakers. Kimiko, who proudly owned multiple kinds of outfits, wore a dark green jacket, a pink skirt, and a pair of black boots. Her hair was held up in to long pigtails with two pink hair bands. Omi, on the other hand, keep on his tunic just as he always did.

"Ready to go?" asked Dojo when the gang reached him.

"Most certainly," answered Omi.

Dojo then transformed from his small gecko sized into a 40 foot long dragon. The four warriors then hopped into Dojo's back, and Dojo took flight up into the sky.

To be continued….

Author's Notes: Be sure to stay tuned for Chapter 2. I decided to add a prologue just out of entertainment, and for some of my family members who don't know much on Xiaolin Showdown who want to read it. I hoped you enjoyed Chapter 1. Please R&R! And stay tuned for Chapter 2!