AN:/ So, uhh, mi corazón started playing a song you guys may or may not recognize. The exact title it goes by on Youtube, is "RWBY Theme: I Burn Extended (Roosterteeth) v2 1080p." And for some reason, that song made my mind come up with this little Chamiko idea. That song, along with uhm "Ashes to Ashes: Kaito." Which happens to be a Vocaloid song. And I'm reallllllly sorry to the Chamiko fans out there, but this Two-Shot (I repeat, TWO-shot, no more than two chapters, both of which are already written) doesn't exactly have a happy ending. On the brightside! I assume anyone that reads this has also read my Chamiko One-Shot Thank You. If you haven't...well, no need to read it, but technically this is a hyper extended Kimiko Point of View version of the last ten paragraphs. So if you read Thank You and cursed me for relegating the deaths to two short sentences, now you get a bit of an explanation about how they happened. So without further ado, I welcome you to my latest story. I'll upload the last chapter when I update It Was A Mistake and If I Can't Have Her. Or when Xiaolin Chronicles airs again, whichever comes first.
Disclaimer: If I owned Xiaolin Showdown/Chronicles instead of Christy Hui, it is very likely this story arc would have happened and we would get more stuff with the Hoduku Mouse.
I was eighteen when I left behind the Xiaolin Temple. I was eighteen when I joined Chase on the Heylin side. But I was twenty when I drank the Lao Mang Long soup. I remember when Clay died a few months later, shortly after he hit the rank of Shoku Warrior.
Chase claimed that drinking the soup was a surefire way to get rid of any guilt of switching sides. And he was right. What he didn't mention was that it had no effect in removing the guilt of killing your brother. Maybe that's because Grandmaster Dashi was never a brother to Chase, but a father. And every child hates their father at least a little bit. I knew I should have asked Chase how he got over Dashi's death. But at that time, I had been too busy moping and wallowing in my own tears.
I swore to Chase that the tears weren't in honor of Clay's death, but in happiness that one obstacle was now gone. I don't know if he believed me, but a week after Clay's death, I found the tea stores filled with chamomile and lavender instead of the usual green and black. When I questioned him, he only claimed that he decided to try a new blend for a while. I tried not to smile as I made my own calming cup of tea.
On the anniversary of Dashi's death, Chase disappeared, as usual, but this time he told me where he was going. Apparently, it's a tradition for him to visit Dashi's burial place and meditate at the Xiaolin Temple. When I asked why I never saw him at the Temple unless he was robbing us back then, he grinned and asked where I was every year before, on that day. I realized that in my four years at the Temple, never once had Master Fung allowed us or Dojo to stay past sunrise. He always sent us out on some quest or errand. My thoughts must have shown on my face, because Chase nodded and said that the Xiaolin Masters are aware of the arrangement and will be expecting me to continue the tradition on the anniversary of Clay's death. It's a matter of honor, of respecting your fallen comrades and family even when you weren't on the same side anymore.
I stopped crying for Clay that day. I saved up all my tears, every year, for the one day I could mourn him freely. Raimundo and Omi never caught me, Master Fung had kept up the tradition of sending the resident monks out on random quests and errands on the anniversaries of the deaths of Clay and Grandmaster Dashi. Years would pass by before my mourning was interrupted. Apparently Dojo thought that day was the best day to talk to me without a fight of any kind. He told me that one of the boys would reach Dragon soon, within the year. I put back on the mask I had began to wear in the presence of anyone besides Chase. I thanked Dojo for the information, told him to pass along my congratulations when one of them finally rose to Dragon, promised to congratulate the future Dragon properly when it happened, cut my mourning short, and disappeared back to the citadel I've called home since I went away with Chase.
Though I had stopped aging, I knew I was twenty-eight when Raimundo became the newest Xiaolin Dragon of Wind. Chase joked that now I could stop counting my age. I didn't ask what he meant. When I thought about how old Chase must have been when he turned Heylin...and how old Master Monk Guan appeared to be despite his age...the answer became obvious. When Chase had first turned, he was years younger than Guan, and he would have remained his age even if he had become a Xiaolin Dragon instead of a Heylin Dragon. But Guan...he would always be older in appearance. Chase must have anxiously counted the years between his becoming Heylin, and Guan's becoming Dragon.
I realized that I had been doing the same. My birthday cake every year had my real age on it. I kept a calendar with the current year largely printed all over it. Subconsciously, I had been waiting for this. For Raimundo, preferably, to become ageless, but not too long after me. I wanted us to remain more or less the same age. I didn't want to have to fight my old friends...when they were old and grey. I wanted them to remain in the prime of their youth. It would be almost sad to see them old again, and know that this time, it was permanent.
Now I realized why Chase didn't like bringing up the alternate universe where Jack ruled the world and Omi was missing. It must have been so hard for him, to see me like that. I remember I needed a hearing piece. I remember what it was like to be old and weak. Now that I know just how long he had been waiting for me to join him, all those conversations in Jack's prison cells, made more sense. His constant assertion that things would be fixed soon. His unconscious movements where he would make to grasp at his right sleeve, despite his bound arms.
Only after all the trouble with that universe, did I learn why he did that whenever something seemed to be going wrong. These past 1500 years (more like 3000 years for Mr. Addict,) Chase has had the Hoduku Mouse hidden on his person. Apparently, Grandmaster Dashi entrusted such a dangerous Shen Gong Wu, to the one person he expected to never use it. He was wrong. As it turned out, Chase used that stupid little mouse at least once a day. To the point where he was forced to take a heavy-duty sleeping potion every night.
I watched him carefully for the tiny signs of him having just used the mouse. Whenever I caught him, I would corner him and demand an explanation for why he thought it necessary to use the mouse that time. Sometimes, he would give me an answer I was satisfied with (such as coming back from a week in the future, where Spicer had let loose some ancient evil or gained control of the stupid mouse,) and other times he would give a less than satisfactory answer, (like the time he admitted to having only used the mouse to give himself more time to figure out an appropriate present for me.)
Although, the time he came back a full month just to make sure the limited edition Goo Zombies console was still in stock could be considered sweet. Since I had to leave behind my Daddy when I joined the Heylin. The Press couldn't learn that the Tohomiko Heiress was now immortal, they'd have a field day and all sorts of red tape would have been brought up. Officially, Kimiko Young nee Tohomiko was dead, and her husband a widower. Daddy knew better. So did anyone ever involved in the never-ending Xiaolin-Heylin War.
That was back when Chase would often and casually mentioned how much he would love to help me raise "little hellions." His opinion of what any child of ours would be like, stuck until the day we found out how impossible it seemed for me to get pregnant.
I was a hundred and twenty exactly, a century after drinking the soup. For the previous fifty years, we had tried every night to conceive. We had even asked Jack Spicer and his descendants to help us. Nothing seemed to work, we had nearly given up. Then Chase woke me up with a few licks to my abdomen. I questioned him. For a while, he didn't speak. He just licked me and pressed an ear close to my stomach. Sometimes, he'd press his nose there. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, he stopped acting weird and pulled me into one of the tightest hugs ever. When he finally spoke, he whispered, almost afraid that speaking any louder would somehow break the dream we seemed to be in.
I was pregnant. We'd be having a little Aiko or a Lihwa! Or maybe a Huan or Daichi? Qing and Kaede were our fall-back names at the time. We had a century to think about names, we were so hopeful that it would eventually happen, and then it did.
We were very careful. We told no one. When we met with Jack's granddaughter, the latest genius of the Spicer line that tried to help us conceive via science, we lied and told her we gave up. For the next few weeks, I wasn't allowed outside the citadel, but I was fine with that. I just wanted to hold our future child, so I put up with Chase's over-protectiveness.
Now I realize how much of an idiot I was, thinking we could hide it like that. Sure, it was a marvelous idea! Hide away the pregnant Heylin Dragoness for nine months or however long it took considering my biology was changed when I drank the soup. I was part dragon now. Actual dragon. It wasn't just a title anymore. And while doing that, completely and utterly forget that the Xiaolin Dragons had a pet dragon of their own that they could ask questions of. Oh, and also don't forget how dimwitted we were to trust a Spicer! Much less a Spicer with a bratty kid brother who was quite good at hacking computers. All Spicers are known for nowadays are their genius and tendency to switch sides at the least opportune of times.
Apparently the possible birth of the first Immortal in a heck of long time was cause for the littlest Spicer to go crying to the Xiaolin. And Dojo, oh, Dojo...why couldn't you have kept your mouth shut? Thank you, for telling everyone about the mating habits of dragons. Oh, and for mentioning the fact that I can only get pregnant every century, and that's if I'm lucky. Gah! I know I never would have said this a few hundred years ago when I was still Xiaolin, but Dojo, I am so glad you're dead now. You cost me my first child with your big mouth. You scared everyone at the Temple into thinking my innocent baby would bring down fiery rain and brimstone. Okay, maybe she would have eventually done that, but not for a few centuries at least. An Immortal family means a longer childhood and more time under Mama's wing.
But at that time, I didn't say any of that, much less think it. I was still a little bit Xiaolin at that time. Until Raimundo set a trap that I was stupid enough to fall for. I was three months pregnant then, and started attending Showdowns with Chase again since everyone and their mother knew about our baby.
It seemed to be an easy win. Grab the Shen Gong Wu while my old friends fought Chase. I should have expected something like that, Rai. Ring of Nine Dragons and the Shroud of Shadows to hide your clone by the Wu I went after. And the Showdown you called! For sanity's sake! Why would you risk your life just to make sure the life growing in me wouldn't see daylight? And worse, you made Chase watch, unable to do anything because Omi had tied him up with the Lasso Boa Boa the instant he became distracted when he heard you call for a Showdown.
I thought you guys were supposed to be the good guys. Did all morality fall downhill when I left? First, you caused Clay's death by thinking that just because you were all Shoku Warriors, you could take us on and win. Then this? Rai...you are a terrible leader. I did what I had to to survive the idiotic Showdown you called. I knew I shouldn't mourn you, but I still did. I mourned you. And I mourned my child. That was the one fatal strike you hit against me and Chase. And you paid for it. In blood.
The last bit of Xiaolin left me that day. I no longer called any of you my brothers. You were, and forever are, my enemies. Clay was no longer my dead big brother, just a dead enemy. You, Rai, were no longer something that could have been, you were the murderer of my baby and you were thankfully dead. Omi was no longer the cute little brother, he was an accomplice in murder. Dojo most of all, he was no longer a friend, he was the reason you all saw it fit from that day on to make sure I never carried to term.
I admit, knowing where he's been, I was a bit hesitant when Chase served him to me on my two-hundred and nineteenth year. But he ended up tasting good, might have been all that fat. Chase refused to have a bite, said he preferred lean meats and didn't want to intrude on my vengeance. It made me wonder why he almost ate Dojo all those years ago when we first met. I asked him so, he admitted with a grin that he had never actually planned to eat his once-friend, but instead used him as a method to meet us, and especially me.
I wasn't sure when exactly Guan died. I knew it was around then. The idea the Xiaolin had, seemed to be to keep us apart for as long as possible to prevent conception. It ended up working, as a few years later, when we realized my chance of getting pregnant that century slipped away without notice, Chase regaled me with tales of all the embarrassing ways he met me and the Xiaolin Monks before he would use the Hoduku Mouse to reset time and get back to setting up his perfect introduction to us. He tried to cheer me up that way. And I did giggle when he told me how my fourteen-year old self had apparently been too busy noticing him to realize he was evil. Through my giggles, I asked why he didn't just let that time-line happen since I was obviously enamored with him even then. His blush was so cute when he admitted he would have rathered I been older when I first showed interest in him.
Eventually, I hit three-hundred and twenty. And I was waiting to see what Omi would come up with for this century. I knew he was still around. I saw him just a few weeks. He brought the newest Xiaolin recruits to the warfront. The oldest was a Spicer. A future Dragon of Water, Chase claimed. Even now, I found that funny. Jack must have been rolling in his grave. A descendent of his, a Dragon of Water, found out because technology would get mysteriously wet when the boy got angry.
I noticed how in the past few hundred years, either all the new recruits would be boys, or there would only be three boys. About a week ago, I asked Chase about it. He seemed reluctant, but he eventually answered. Apparently, ever since Chase became Heylin, there has only ever been one female training at the Xiaolin Temple, and that was me. He suspected that when I turned Heylin, that was all the motivation the Masters needed to once more ban women from joining the Temple, whether or not they were Xiaolin Dragon material. I told him how sad that made me, and he said he would seek out the left-behind monk and bring her to join us.
When Chase finally returned, newest Heylin recruit in tow, I had already been fighting Omi for a few days. Yesterday, as I fought, I realized something which made me fight even harder. There was a slight difference in scent. So slight, I normally wouldn't have caught it. But I had been waiting for that scent for so long, I knew it by heart. There was a lull in my fight with Omi, and Chase took advantage of that and stopped the fight right then and there. He sent his beloved Jungle Cats over to hold Omi down, while he came to my aid.
He gently lifted me from where I collapsed. I almost couldn't hide my excitement, I almost told him the news right then and there. If it weren't for the kiss he gave me. It was long. It was sad. I could feel his sorrow, and when he pulled away, there were tears in his eyes as his left hand went for his right sleeve. I began to panic and tried to get words out, but they seemed stuck in my throat.
No! Don't do this Chase! I'm happy, really!
He let go of him, let me stand on my own two wobbly legs as he reached for the stupid, stupid mouse. "At least we never had children. It would kill me to know I stopped them from existing. Hoduku Mouse!"
I reached for him, despite knowing I wouldn't be able to stop him.
You idiot! I'm pregnant!
My fingertips touched the edge of his sleeve, and I hoped it would be enough.
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