Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown, even though I wish I did, because I'd be rich and stuff and that would rock. And stuff. Yeah.

Author's Note: I wrote this because there are way too many Rai/Kim fisc out there, and I'm sick of seeing them everywhere. So I'm writing this. There's gonna be probably less than five chapters, and a surprise ending, if I feel like putting that in. And I apologize in advance for late chapters, because I have a job now and it takes forever to find some decent inspiration. The title was stolen from "La Manana" by the Gorillaz. Anyway, this is my first XS fic so play nice, children. Reviews make me dance. Keep that in mind.

Jack was landed face-first onto a cold, hard floor with a dull thud, followed by the sound of the door behind him slamming and being locked.
He barely had time to get up before a familiar voice echoed through the dark, windowless room.
"Well, I never expected to see you here."
Jack sat up, staring into the faded blue eyes of the former Dragon of Fire, Kimiko, the last remaining Xiaolin Monk, who smiled coldly down at him. He stood, trying to keep his distance from the short Japanese girl, kept smiling up at him as if she were hiding a knife behind her back or something.
"Maybe I should tell you the rules here, Jack." She said, pushing him down onto the bare double mattress that lay on the floor. "We can only leave the cell for an hour a day, and only to use the bathroom or help out with cooking and cleaning. Got it?"
Jack nodded, studying her. Kimiko had certainly changed since the previous year. Her hair was kept down, and had lost it's blue-black luster. It was all tangled around her shoulders, as if she hadn't gotten a chance to brush it since she was captured. Then again, if everyone Jack cared about were slaughtered in front of him, he probably wouldn't care much for his appearance either. Somehow, she still managed to remain as beautiful as the...
"Would you stop staring at me? It's creepy." Kimiko demanded, shivering lightly.
"Oh.. yeah. Sorry." Jack muttered, casting his gaze to the dirty stone floor.
Kimiko sat beside him, looking him over. He had changed as well, sort of. She noticed he no longer wore his stupid swirly goggles that made him look like some maniac, and his hair had grown out, shiny and sleek, almost to his shoulders now. He still wore the same clothes as before, but he seemed different, somehow. Renewed. Maybe, eventually, they...
"Now who has the creepy staring problem?" Jack asked, scowling.
Kimiko went to run a hand through her hair, but her fingers got caught in the knots. She sighed, letting her body fall back onto the mattress. Jack just looked down at the girl, thinking. Why hadn't Wuya executed her as well? There must have been a reason.
Soon it grew late, and the lock outside of the door was unlatched. Wuya smirked at the two, watching them. "Getting aquatinted, are you? Good. You now may sleep if you wish." She nodded, looking around the room. "Pleasant dreams..." She drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm.
When she had left, Jack and Kimiko stared at each other, horrified.
"I'll, uh ... sleep on the floor." Jack said, standing. Kimiko grabbed him by his coat, pulling him down.
"You'll freeze to death. Let me." Kimiko hadn't even begun to stand before Jack placed a hand on her shoulder, pushing her down.
"Just go to the edge of the mattress, I'll take the other side."
Kimiko nodded, scooting to the side of the bed and curling into a ball. When she felt Jack Lay down opposite of her, she muttered "Good night."
"Night." Jack halfheartedly responded, and in moments, he was asleep.