Pretty
Disclaimer: I don't own Xaolin Showdown.
PrettyThat word haunts my mind. I Jack Spicer am NOT pretty.
But Omi told me that.
The day that he and his stupid warrior friends broke in and tried to take back the stuff that I stole. But I was ready for them. Or so I thought.
"You can't take back those Sheng Gong Wu!" I cried as I struggled against my bonds, "they're mine!" I whined.
"If they were yours you'd still have them," Raimundo said and exited with Kimiko both carrying most of the Sheng Gong Wu, "ha, ha, ah!" both of them laughed and left.
"Wheee!" one of Omi's selves said as he ran by me.
I pouted angrily.
"Stupid ring of the nine dragons," I muttered still bitter at how using that Sheng Gong Wu ruined my lab some time back, "just turns you from one to nine idiots."
The simple cheerful Omi suddenly stopped and started staring at me.
"What?" I demanded after he wouldn't stop staring.
Suddenly he had a big grin on his face.
"Pretty," Simple Omi said.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Pretty," Simple Omi repeated and held out his arms.
I looked around hoping to see someone else.
I suddenly felt two small hands grab my face and turned it to face him.
"Pretty," Simple Omi whispered then kissed me on the lips.
Time stopped for me.
Simple Omi then put a flower in my hair and skipped away merrily.
"I am not pretty!" I shouted angrily.
"Um, okay" Clay said and I went bright red, "never said you were pretty but if you…"
"I wasn't talking to you!" I exploded.
Clay looked over at Simple Omi who was skipping around merrily.
Just then Fat Omi walked in, his arms filled with food.
"Hey put that back!" I shouted angrily.
Fat Omi's eyes filled with tears.
"Pretty?" Simple Omi asked and looked at me huge puppy eyes.
Clay started laughing.
"I AM NOT PRETTY!" I screamed
I rubbed my temples at the memory. It was so embarrassing.
"Spicer," Omi said from behind me.
I jumped and nearly hit the ceiling.
"What the hell are you doing here!" I shouted.
"Ahem," Omi said, "three days ago, I made a gravyious error," he said.
"Grievous," I corrected him.
"Oh yes, grievous, grievous error," Omi agreed, "it seems that while I influenced the ring of the nine dragons…"
"While you were under the influence," I corrected him again.
"Oh yes, right you are, under the influence," Omi enthusiastically agreed, "while I was under the influence one of my selves…" he said but stopped.
I noticed that Omi was slowly turning red.
"Omi?" I asked when he kept quiet.
"I'm sorry," Omi whispered, he then looked at me completely ashamed.
I was stunned silent for a second.
"Omi, are you okay?" I asked feeling genuine concern, all my earlier feelings of anger completely gone.
Omi suddenly whimpered.
"Um, wait," I said quickly, "um," I said, "uh, do you like sweets?" I asked and dug several sweets out of my pocket.
Omi stopped and looked at me with tear filled eyes.
"You'd actually give me something?" Omi asked in a tearful voice.
What's got into him?"Sure," I said and gave him the sweets, "don't worry about what happened," I told him, "it's all behind us," I said kindly.
Omi chose one candy and put away the rest.
"Thank You," Omi said gratefully.
I responded by kissing Omi on the cheek.
Weirdly though I started blushing myself.
What's wrong with me? I only kissed the bugger to make him feel better.
Omi's hand went to his kissed cheek.
"Oww," Omi whispered.
I quickly realised he meant wow.
"Um, I have lab work," I said hoping to get away from this current subject.
"I have training," Omi said and turned to leave.
"It was pretty…it was cool of you to come," I corrected myself.
"I had a pretty time too Spicer," Omi responded and left.
I'd never admit to anyone. But when I stared into the shiny metals on my robots, I was blushing.
End