The Injured

The scent of morning dew passed through the dawn's air as it came to the Xiaolin Temple. She had been keeping count of every moment in her term there. It had been about three months two weeks and five days since her first battle as a Xiaolin monk. Two months one week and four days since the Ring of Yin incident. Two months one week and three days since Chase Young was recognized as a Dragon of Yang. One month one week and two days since the engagement between herself and Derek. One month one week and one day since Katnappe was announced as the Prince of Darkness's bride.

Yin was somewhat displeased by the fact. 'Why', the Xiaolin warrior kept asking herself, her chest tightened slightly at the thought of them together. Yin put on her black uniformed pants and black spaghetti strap shirt before rushing to the kitchen for a bottle of water. Why should she be upset about this information? Chase Young could do whatever the hell he pleased for all she cared, it was his life not hers. However her chest still seemed to hurt like a step over a hand or a bee sting.

Yin shook her head from her place in mind before placing headphones into her ears. She looked around for anyone that was awakened by the morn, none was found. She always liked this time of day besides midnight; everything was so silent and peaceful. There were no Kimiko talking on her phone, no Rai playing soccer and smacking her in the head in the process, no Clay talking about ribs or butchering the English language, no Omi trying to understand the English phrases, and the greatest thing of all… no Derek with wedding options and his abuse.

The bride-to-be gingerly touched her ribs, hissing at the pain that rushed through her. She tried to heal it herself as much as she could however the bruise was the only thing gone, the ribs still hurt like hell. Yin only frowned at the memory of him hitting her mercilessly because she refused to sleep in his room for a premarital blow job. The words he spoke still fresh in her mind, "Don't worry, I won't take you completely… yet." The Xiaolin warrior started to do a light jog over to the stairs ignoring the constant pain of her rib cage.

Her eyes shut closed knowing the way the stairs were curved and every missing step that there was and every big rock in their places. The snow haired teenager relaxed at the feeling of the mist on her face. The sounds of Paramore and Linkin Park pounded in her ears in angry beats of drums and fast strumming. The world seemed to just vanish with every little step the young warrior took, clearing her mind of anything else. Suddenly an unfamiliar item caused her to trip only to make an athletic move back to her feet. Her black pools opened to look upon a Heylin prince, badly wounded and unconscious on the stone stairs.

She silently gasped at the sight before her; she hadn't seen him for an entire month and now here he was lying on the ground like a dead body. Since Yin's element was… well, yin, she could still feel his friendly aura. 'Friendly', the Dragon of Yin asked herself. Chase Young was the enemy and he has been for fifteen hundred years, yet she found him friendly? Why? His chest moved against the armored plates showing her that he was in fact breathing. Yin looked at his bruised face, debating to her whether to help him or turn him in.

If she turned him in, the warrior might be preventing some great disaster from occurring. He might be using this as a ruse to sneak Shen Gong Wu he might need. He could be here to kill some warriors and destroy the temple she had learned to call home. Then she looked at her enemy's scratched up face with worried eyes. Or maybe… he really did need help. Maybe he got in a fight with that Hannibal Bean character everyone seemed to fear. If the black eyed Dragon were to turn him into the monks the immortal might just get worse. Perhaps, she should kill him, then there would be no more prophecy to fret about and they could relax for once.

With a deciding sigh, she transformed to her tiger patterned form with claws ready to shred and canines in her mouth ready to tear flesh from bone. Yin's now pearl white eyes with a pair of single black slits in each were flashing with determination as she raised her sharp nails to the Xiaolin traitor. Yin took him by the collar and threw him over her shoulder to make it easier to carry him. With ninja skills, the Xiaolin warrior brought Chase Young on to her mat before rushing to the kitchen for a bowl of water, some rubbing alcohol, bandages, and a small towel.

'What am I goin' ta do', she asked herself quietly opening the door of her room to find the Heylin prince the state as she left him in. The young monk started to strip him of his uniform leaving him only in his pants. The black eyes on her snow head widened at the sight, despite his wounds and bruises, he actually looked good. Her head turned to find his yang mark on his arm opposite to her own, Yin shook her head of any unwelcome thought in her mind and started to clean his wounds with the alcohol.

The immortal didn't so much as flinch at the pain, not that Yin expected him to, even as a injured person he was strong. Whenever they fought it was always fierce and decided, never did they make a sound of taunting or a word of fear. Once done with the burning liquid, she moved on to the water to rinse away the dirt away from the open gashes.

As soon as soon as water hit his face, Chase Young opened his golden brown eyes with a drowsy lift and groaned at the headache he had gained. The Dragon of Yin flinched at the sound of her enemy as she looked into his eyes with pleading ones. They simply stared at each other with confused eyes and filled their minds with unanswered questions.

'What happened', the Heylin Prince asked himself, his whole body ached and making him want to hiss and groan in agony. He stayed silent for her sake at the least seeing the plea in her black eyes. What could make her so afraid she would mutely beg for his silence? Chase complied with a nod earning him a sad smile from his nurse. However only one thought buzzed Yin's worried mind…

'WHAT THE HELL HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?'

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