Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown, fullstop.

A/N: HEY ALL!! My first fanfiction! Nyahaha! Well, truthfully, my first submitted fanfic, so please review! Would appreciate constructive criticism though. Please enjoy my attempts at making a good fanfiction! 'd finished three chapters in 3 hours by blurbing out everything that came to mind so please don't mind me. :P

By the way, this series is a really short one... Probably reaching a maximum of 5 chapters. Enjoy!

Summary: Kimiko suffers nightmares that begin to rob her of her sanity, yet giving her the affection she needs... from Rai? Need I explain more?

The nightmares came and went, robbing her mind of its sanity bit by bit. It fed on her fear, growing more vicious as more and more trembles covered her cowering body as she tossed and turned in her sleep. It had grown more serious lately, not to be unnoticed by the fellow Xiaolin monks.

They had realized the change in her one early morning, during breakfast. She had seemed withdrawn, pale, tired – like she had had a bad night.

"Kimiko, you do not seem very full of energy this fine morning. Today, we are going to go through a lot of training, my friend! This, I cannot wait!" Omi's voice chirped up while she slumped into her seat at the table.

Kimiko gave a hoarse groan and slouched over the table, her forehead inches away from the cereal bowl. She was trying her best to lock up any hint of memory of the nightmare she had had the night before but it seemed to get harder and harder. With a tight squeeze of her almond, tilted eyes, she focused all her mental energy to tossing her thoughts away.

Yet it kept nagging at her like an adamant mother. What had the nightmare meant? What was it trying to tell her? Was she in trouble? Would her friends and family get hurt?

Her eyes jerked open at the feel of a soft yet firm grip on her right shoulder. She moved her palms away from her face – had they been there earlier? And faced the Brazilian brunette whom she was so used to teasing and mocking light-heartedly.

She obviously had no mood to talk to anyone, let alone tease Raimundo. So obviously she wasn't herself. Which would make others worry. Fight, Kimiko! Don't make them worry and be yourself!

"Umm, Kim? You're not crying are ya? I know I'd been getting a little bit too harsh on the crude jokes but geez, I'm sorry!" Raimundo finally said, scratching his head, making a mental note to himself to never joke about her cup size ever again.

"Oh! No no, Rai, I would never be able to get back at you anymore, would I?" Kimiko replied, fooling nobody with the wavering in her voice.

She finally managed to look up at every single face at the dining table and was evidently shocked at the worried, overcast looks of the Xiaolin monks. Only then did she realize that she was the source of their worry. She forcefully pushed herself out of the chair, clutched her head theatrically.

"A little headache – I'll be in my room."

Five pairs of eyes gazed worriedly after her as she made her way to her room.

And that had only been the beginning of the ensuing nightmares. Kimiko would jerk up from her pillow, gurgling a scream, perspiring like crazy. It had only gotten worse about a week later, when she would wake up shrieking and kicking away non-stop until someone came to calm her down and put her back to sleep. She would stay up as late as she could until her body would betray her and drift her off to a nasty sleep.

During this period of time, nobody dared to approach her ever since the day when she had snapped and shrieked for no reason at Omi. Omi and Dojo both decided that she was crazy and was looking for a way out of the temple. The rest, obviously being more mature, knew something was very wrong and had decided to look into the matter privately.

"Master Fung, I believe it's got something to do with the nightmares she's been having lately. She'd always get up hollering like woah!" Clay drawled as the team, save for Kimiko, sat around the table one late night.
"I know, Clay, but it must be really bad for her to keep having a bad dream every night. Furthermore, she screams in her sleep until we come save her from her dreams." Master Fung replied.
"Yeah. It's bad enough being attacked by external forces. Imagine being attacked by an entity in your own head!" Raimundo exclaimed. The others nodded gravely in agreement.

Just then, a familiar shrill shriek echoed throughout the hallways. Everybody sighed/groaned/rolled their eyes. Raimundo got up hastily and muttered "I'll get it."

Raimundo's heart ached to see her in so much pain, so much fear. Although he should have been accustomed to the usual sight of a flailing girl who would clutch at the bedsheets like her life depended on it, he could never get over it.

As much as it hurt her, it hurt him too.

Kimiko was always such a bubbly, happy-go-lucky sport. Sometimes she could be stuck-up and arrogant but she was overall quite cheerful and sociable. She would sometimes flirt teasingly with Raimundo, laughing jokingly as she did so and Raimundo would slap himself for having fallen for it again and again.

There he stood at the threshold, silently contemplating on what to do with the poor girl. He was in 2 seconds by her bedside, reaching his hand out to wake her up but she had already beaten him to it. She saw him first, grabbed him by the waist and clutched at him like there was no tomorrow. Maybe at this rate, there would not be a tomorrow for her.

A/N: First chapter down, a few more to go! R&R!