Karaoke Chapter 1, a xiaolin showdown fanfic

Karaoke

A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE. Mostly because I got to make everybody get all (CRAZY HUGE GIGANTIC OH-MAH-GAWSH) OOC and whatnot, but still. I enjoyed mahself. Italics are singing. Also, as this progresses, I'll probably do duets and stuff, so if you have any shipping suggestions, I'd love to hear 'em. Enjoy!

Jack Spicer had been bored for what felt like forever. He didn't understand how someone of his genius could get so bored so easily. No Wu had gone active for almost a week, he had more than enough Jack-bots and he couldn't come up with any new evil robot designs. Without having the Warriors around to fight, he had nothing to do. So he turned to the Internet to find some way to sped time until the next Shen Gong Wu decided to show up. And that's when he saw the thing on eBay, and got his great idea.

"Why does Jack want us to come over again?" Raimundo asked.

"All he said was to be at his house as soon as possible," Kimiko replied. "You think it's a trap?"

"Why would he want to trap us?" Emma asked. "He's got no real reason to."

"Perhaps he simply wants to 'hang out,' as you say," Omi offered.

"Whatever th' reason, ain't no sense in bein' impolite," Clay said. "While Ah know as well as th' rest of ya Spicer's a dirty lowdown backstabbin' snake, Ah honestly doubt he'd go this low."

"Anyway, we're here now," Dojo said, descending to let the Warriors jump off in front of the garage door that led to Jack's basement lair. He poked his head through, grinning when he saw them.

"C'mon in!" he said excitedly, disappearing back into his lab. They exchanged glances, and, as usual, Emma was the first to step forward.

"Well, if it's a trap, at least you'll know from me screaming," she pointed out, following Jack inside. "Hey, guys, you gotta check this out!" The others walked in behind her, eyes growing wide. Against a wall, what looked like a raised platform used to display inventions had been converted into a stage. What looked like some sort of hybrid karaoke machine sat in the corner, several microphones onstage with amps. "Sweet," Emma said, a crooked grin spreading across her face.

"Welcome to Jack Spicer's first annual Karaoke Party!" the boy cried, waving the Warriors towards the crowd of villains. "We're almost ready to start the karaoke, so feel free to help yourself to refreshments and mingle."

"Can't say no to free food," Clay said happily, heading for the snack table. Omi and Raimundo followed him, leaving the girls to their own devices. They headed into the crowd, surprised to see so many people in the large basement. Everyone there seemed familiar to Kimiko, but she couldn't quite figure out why. She saw Jermaine and Master Monk Guan, but other than that, she didn't recognize anyone.

"It's weird seeing everybody out of costume," Emma muttered.

"What are you talking about?" Kimiko asked.

"All our villains are here. Look, that's Katnappé talking to Wuya," she said. Kimiko looked in the direction she was pointing, and saw a blonde teenage girl wearing a blue tank top and white skirt with sandals talking to a redheaded woman wearing a gray t-shirt and black yoga pants. Sure enough, Kimiko recognized both as the Warriors' enemies, and made a mental note not to underestimate an artist's eye for detail. "Wanna go talk to 'em?"

"What? No! They've tried to kill us on numerous occasions" Kimiko cried, flailing her arms.

"So? They're not trying to kill us now. I'mma go say hi!" Kimiko watched apprehensively as Emma walked over to the other girls and began a conversation. Kimiko couldn't hear what they were saying over the noise of the party, but the Irish girl quickly had Wuya and Katnappé laughing uproariously. Kimiko made another mental note not to underestimate Emma's freaky ability to get along with people, and joined them when Emma waved her over.

"Can I have everybody's attention? Is this thing on? Hello?" Everyone turned his or her attention to Jack, who stood onstage with a microphone in his hand. "The karaoke machine is officially up and running! So who wants to be the first to show their stuff?" There was a general murmuring around the room, some people trying to work up the nerve to volunteer, others trying to hide behind their friends so as not to get chosen. "Well, c'mon, somebody's gotta go."

"You go!" Raimundo yelled jokingly. However, somebody must've thought he meant it, because a chant of "Ja-ack! Ja-ack!" started up. The Evil Boy Genius blanched, then shook his head. "No way," he said. "Is there somebody here who can sing good?"

"Emma, you should do it!" Kimiko urged. "You've got a great voice!"

"What? Nuh-uh! You know how I feel about singing in front of crowds," Emma muttered.

"Oh, c'mon. As soon as you get into it, you stop caring and we both know it," Kimiko said, folding her arms. "Besides, it's not like anybody else is gonna volunteer."

"I'll go." Everyone turned in surprise to see Chase Young standing calmly with his arms folded, eyes turned to the stage. "If no one else is going to, of course."

Emma grinned. "Dude. This is gonna be comedy gold." Kimiko nodded, allowing a small smile to creep onto her face. Chase Young, the Prince of Darkness, singing karaoke? He probably wasn't even any good. Oh yeah, this was gonna be priceless.

"Which song are you gonna do?" Jack asked, handing the microphone to Chase. He muttered something to the boy, who nodded in confusion and jumped down to the control board. A loud rock theme began to blast, Chase raising the microphone as he began.

"I see no, hear no evil, black writings on the wall, unleash a million faces, and one by one they fall! Black hearted evil, brave hearted hero, I am all, I am all, I am, (I... I... I...) I am… Here we go buddy, here we go buddy, here we go, here we go buddy, here we go.

"Go ahead and try to see through me, do it if you dare. One step forward, two steps back, I'm here (One step forward, two steps back.) Do it... Do it... Do it... DO IT...

"Can you see all of me? Walk into my mystery, step inside and hold on for dear life! Do you remember me, capture you, or set you free? I am all, I am all of me (I am all, I am all of me.) I am... I am, I'm all of me, I am... I am, I'm all of me, I am... I am, I'm all of me…

"I see and feel the evil, my hands will crush 'em all. You think you have the answer, I laugh and watch you fall. Black hearted evil, brave hearted hero, I am all, I am all I am, (I... I... I...) I am, Here we go buddy, here we go buddy, here we go, here we go buddy, here we go.

"Go ahead and try to see through me, do it if you dare. One step forward, two steps back, I'm here (One step forward, two steps back.) Do it... Do it... Do it... DO IT...

"I am... I am everyone, everywhere, anyhow, any way, any will, any day... I am... I am everyone, everywhere, anyhow, any way, any will, any day... I am! I am! I am! I am! I am! I am! I am! Do it... Do it... Do it... Do IT...

"I am, I am, I am all of me."

As the song faded out, the audience stood slackjawed. Chase had been good- really good. And the song had been incredibly loud and punk for Chase, but he had sang it perfectly, word for word, note for note. Needless to say, everybody was impressed. Chase descended the stage, looking for all the world like he'd simply told them the sky was blue. "Uh… wow. Great, uh, great job, Chase," Jack said, as stunned as the rest of them. "That was, uh, that was I Am All Of Me, by Crush 40. Anybody wanna try and top that?"

"Emma wants to! Kimiko called, waving her arm. Emma's eyes went wide, turning to her Japanese friend. Then they narrowed as she got an idea. "Kimiko and I are gonna do a duet!" Emma called, grabbing Kimiko's wrist and pulling her onto the stage.

"What? No! Let go!" Kimiko cried, but Emma was unrelenting. She hauled her friend onto the stage and taking the microphone from Jack. She asked him a question, and he nodded, going back to the control board. "What are we singing?" Kimiko hissed, taking a microphone for herself as Emma released her hand. The Irish girl gave her a Cheshire Cat grin as the familiar tune started up. Kimiko was relieved that she had at least chosen a song both girls knew well, but that still didn't make it any better. Emma nudged Kimiko, who rolled her eyes and began the song.

"The ladies will kick it, the rhyme that is wicked, those that don't know how to be pros get evicted. A woman can bear you, break you, take you, now it's time to rhyme, can you relate to, a sister dope enough to make you holler and scream-"

"Ayo, let me take it from here, Queen! Excuse me but I think I'm about due, to get into precisely what I am about to do, I'm conversating to the folks that have no whatsoever clue, so listen very carefully as I break it down for you, merrily merrily merrily merrily hyper happy overjoyed, pleased with all the beats and rhymes my sisters have employed, slick and smooth throwing down the sound totally a yes. Let me state the position; ladies first, yes?"

"Yes!"

(Yeah, there's going to be some changes in here)

"Believe me when I say being a woman is great, you see, I know all the fellas out there will agree with me, not for being one but for being with one, 'cause when it's time for loving it's the woman that gets some, strong, stepping, strutting, moving on, rhyming, cutting, and not forgetting, we are the ones to give birth, to the new generation of prophets 'cause it's Ladies First!"

"I break into a lyrical freestyle, grab the mic, look into the crowd and see smiles, 'cause they see a woman standing up on her own two, sloppy slouching is something I won't do. Some think that we can't flow-"

"Can't flow?"

"Stereotypes, they got to go-"

"Got to go-"

"I'mma mess around and flip the scene into reverse-"

"With what?"

"With a little touch of Ladies First. Who said the ladies couldn't make it, you must be blind, if you don't believe, well here, listen to this rhyme! Ladies first, there's no time to rehearse I'm divine and my mind expands throughout the universe, a female rapper with the message to send, the Queen Latifah is a perfect specimen."

"My sister, can I get some?"

"Sure, Monie Love, grab the mic and get dumb"

Yo, praise me not for simply being what I am, born in L-O-N-D-O-N and sound American, you dig exactly where I'm coming from, you want righteous rhyming, I'mma give you some. To enable you to aid yourself and get paid, and the material that has no meaning I wish to slay, pay me every bit of your attention, like mother, like daughter, I would also like to mention, I wish for you to bring me to the, bring me to the rhythm, of which is now systematically given. Desperately stressing I'm the daughter of a sister who's the mother of a brother who's the brother of another, plus one more; all four, have a job to do, we doing it, respect due, to the mother who's the root of it, and next up is me, the M-O-N-I-E L-O-V-E and I'm first cause I'm a L-A-D-I-E."

"Contact and in fact, the style, it gets harder, cooling on the scene with my European partner, laying down track after track, waiting for the climax, when I get there, that's when I tax, the next man, or the next woman, it doesn't make a difference, keep the competition coming, and I'll recite the chapter in verse, the title of this recital is Ladies First!"

Kimiko finished, out of breath and exhilarated. Emma had gotten her hooked on the song, but she didn't think she'd ever be singing in front of a crowd of their friends and enemies. The audience cheered, and Kimiko gave a small curtsy as Emma bowed. They hopped off the stage, fist-bumping and laughing about how well the villains had liked it.
"What was that?" Katnappé asked.

"Ladies First, by Queen Latifah and Monie Love," Kimiko replied. "Emma sang Monie's parts and I sang Queen's."

"Nice job for a couple of goody-two-shoes," Katnappé said, smirking.

"Thanks. You plannin' on goin' up any time soon?" Emma asked.

"Maybe, maybe not. We'll see." Emma grinned and turned back to Kimiko, knowing that the party had only just begun.

A/N: AARGH THAT ENDING IS CRAP BUT OH WELL. Like I said, if you have a character or set of characters you'd like to see sing a song, go on ahead and request it. I can't promise I'll get everyone in, but I'll see what I can do. R&R!