Conversations with an Albino

Drabbles:

XS: Conversations with an Albino:
Summary: My Name is Raine Kuraihi. I am a sophomore at a high school in America. I decide to make a friend with a strange boy who is LITERALLY in EVERY one of my block classes.
Pairing: Slight JackXOC, only friendship at this point...(though Raine really likes him)
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! Except Raine.
Warning: Jack will be a little OOC compared to the show. The reason should be obvious. He is with a different group of people. So he acts different.
Disclaimer: Chase Young (Good): I.N.K. owns nothing and refuses to admit she's hidden the Sands of Time under her bed. CN owns Xiaolin Showdown and all its characters as far as we know.

Talk: "YOU'RE AN ALBINO?!"
Thoughts: 'You're an albino?!'
Flashbacks: *FLASHBACK* (followed by) "You're an albino?!"

Enjoy.

*Raine's POV*

I stared at the boy. 'Jack.' His odd appearance was what drew me in the most. His beautiful flaming red locks of hair, his lovely crimson eyes, his skin the color of perfect ivory; I wondered why, vaguely. He wore a Long, black, trench coat over his Crimson t-shirt with the word HEYLIN scrawled in black upon it, and Black jeans over steel-toed combat boots. 'I wonder if he knows what HEYLIN means or if he's just Emo?'

He also wore yellow and red swirly goggles on his forehead. He wore a technical backpack/Helipack on his back. It was black, red, yellow and white. 'What I really like; his goggles. I love his goggles.'

I watched as he rifled through his locker; trying to get something for his next class. Science. He was so intelligent,( me, too). Maybe He would walk with me. Since he was my Lab Partner and all.

As I went to approach him I saw a sight that turned my insides to mush and made me sick. A jock walking by Shoved him head first INTO his locker. I heard the crunch of glass as his goggles shattered.

I walked quickly to his side. The boy recovered enough to glare at him, remove his necessary items and slam his locker shut. His goggles were in a Bad way, he'd need to replace them. The jock still blocked him. I glared, coming up behind him (the jock) and Cleared my throat loudly.

"Hey look FREAK! A MOUSE has come to help you!" The Jock laughed.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" I yelled at him.

"OR WHAT?!" He sneered.

"I. WILL. MAKE. YOU. REGRET. IT!" I ground out in anger.

"I bet!" He cackled. I snapped. I kicked him in the round tables. Hard. He doubled over in pain and I grabbed the pale boy's wrist and ran for dear life all the way to class.

I panted weakly as I dropped into my seat, still holding his wrist.

"Um, thanks but I didn't need your help. Those losers don't even faze me anymore."

"Excuse me?" I panted. "I save your life and you DON'T care?"

"They'll be after you for it now!" He sighed shaking his head. "IDIOT! They're after me for being an Albino freak they'll be after you for defending one."

"I Don't care, I was raised Xiaolin by my uncle, that means I'll defend anyone who is being bullied, in case you didn't know. Besides," I sighed looking at him wearily. You don't LOOK Heylin." Then it dawned upon me.

Take one.
A/N: Please note this is not what happened. This is what happened when she played out all the logical possibilities in her head. Yes, she runs simulations through her head.

"Wait, YOU'RE AN ALBINO?!" I yelled in surprise." People Don't bully you for it do...they?"

"..." he stared at me blankly. He blinked, sighed then face-palmed at what could only be my sheer idiocy at this one moment in time.

"So that's why you're Heylin, I completely understand." I nodded. "I've been bullied since kindergarten; it totally makes sense why you're evil."

"Now, you're getting it." Jack Spicer, evil boy genius, nodded appreciatively. And offering his hand in a gesture of kinship/partnership; I took it.

Take two.

A/N: THIS Actually happened. More believable, ne?

"Wait! YOU'RE AN ALBINO?!: I yelled in surprise. "People don't bully you for it, do ...they?"

He stared blankly; then raised a laser to my face.

"N-NO! I Totally GET IT!" I yelped in fear.

"Do you really?" He blinked stoically.

"Yes, I've been bullied since kindergarten," I whispered sadly. "I always felt alone, no matter how many times I went to a teacher they never stopped. It continued through high school and at one point I snapped."

"What happened?" He asked lowering his wrist-mounted laser.

"I stood up for myself for once and they backed off for all of a week."

"Then what?" The genius asked.

"Then the football team was on me like a Wuya on a Wu." I shake my head slowly. "I hated freshman year."

"What else?" He asked tilting his head. "Everyone hates freshman year. What happened then?"

"I got respected very much after that in sophomore year, except for one incident that really hurt me." I refused to look at him keeping my slowly tear-filling eyes to the ground.

He cupped my cheek with one hand and made me look up. His pale thumb brushed the tears from my cheek. "What happened then?" He asked intrigued.

"He..." I leaned forward and whispered something in his ear. "The fact it was a relative of someone I cared about made it really kill me."

"Yes, I think you do understand." He surprisingly wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pressed my face to the shoulder of his black trench coat. "My friend we are not so different. Even if you are an ally of Xiaolin and I of Heylin, We aren't so different."

I wrapped my arms around his back and held on for dear life. Here was some one who understood. No...We understood EACH OTHER. Because we both had been through the worst in our lives because we were smart, different, we looked different (I WAS ONE OF TWO ASIANS IN MY GRADE. TWO!) He knew. HE KNEW!

'Too bad we were enemies'. I thought bitterly.

He seemed to guess my thoughts. "You know, for right now--for anytime--we're in each others' arms we aren't enemies. You know, you being Xiaolin and me being Heylin doesn't matter," He held me at arm's length and smiled. "Cause I think we're the only ones who get US, ne?"

I smiled back; tears came to my eyes again. I pulled him into a bone crushing hug. "This is the beginning of a Beautiful friendship, Jack Spicer."

"I think so Ms. Kuraihi,"

"Call me Raine, dear."

"Raine, it is."

I hope this is acceptable...I wrote this as a Drabble but It seems to be taking on a life of it's own. as for the traumatic thing in Raine's life. I won't tell you. It's nothing that would classify as a felony or even a misdemeanor it was just unbelievably sadistic and shall not be talked about to anyone but Jack.

Really it was nothing more than a mean-spirited prank that went too far.

THAT IS ALL I'LL SAY!

This story (if it develops as that,) is really nothing more than a way of giving Jack a best friend who may or may no be in love with him and would defend him at the drop of a hat. She is going to teach him what being a best friend means (Because he's been alone so long he probably doesn't know anymore.) and they share many like tendencies. They both have very different appearances, are very intelligent, and were bullied as children.

Enjoy. But remember. It is a Drabble. I own nothing. I have way too many things to work on write now.

-I.N.K.
Incorrigible, tired, weirded out but Certainly Not Sticky!