Kunjhani! ( that's hi in South Africa because I ran out of familiar languages to say hi in ) Heres my new story, of which I haven't picked out a title yet for, but as you read this it WILL already have a title, just not as I write this.. So I hope you like it, here you go!

"CLAY!!"

That was probably the only thing heard throughout the temple, the nearby village, and most of southern China.

If one were to investigate on where the sound came from, they'd discover it was shouted from your favorite Brazilian and mine, Raimundo Pedrosa.

The reason? While preparing another meal, Clay had splashed olive oil all over Raimundo's favorite shirt, of which the stain will never come out.

"Clay…" repeated a growling Raimundo through gritted teeth.

"Heh heh" Started Clay nervously.

"Do you know how hard I'll have to scrub to get this out?" Raimundo continued.

"Pretty hard, heh heh, I'll be going now" Responded Clay, after which he dashed out of the room, not before grabbing his sandwich.

Raimundo, using all his will power not to chase after him, took deep breaths as he massaged his temples.

After continuing that until he calmed down, he thought aloud "Might as well try"

Raimundo grabbed a sponge and soap and went to his 'room'.

He took off his shirt and laid it on the ground of the small cubicle and after moving his trunk near the doorway to make room, he began to dab the shirt with cold, soapy water.

Kimiko, who had heard his earlier explosion at Clay, also heard his frustrated groans from the 'room' next to her. She decided to check it out, still not knowing why he was so mad.

She got up and moved her laptop to her side and walked out of her area into the hall.

She knocked briefly and entered, only to see a shirtless Raimundo panting over a shirt, who was covered in soapy water.

"Hey Kim" said Raimundo, not having to look up as he recognized the way she knocked.

"What happened?"

"Clay, sandwiches, and the invention of olive oil."

"I see.."

"This is no good, I'll have to buy another." He said in defeat as he stood up and leaned again the wall opposite of the doorway

Kimiko sighed "Let me try"

She attempted to walk over to the shirt but tripped over the trunk Raimundo had moved out of the way previously.

Kimiko tripped not-so-gracefully and stumbled over so she was right in front of Raimundo, using him as a support.

Anyone who walked in would see Kimiko on top of Raimundo, who was against a wall, with his shirt off. They would get a very wrong idea their head, which Dojo just happened to have as he entered into the room.

So there's the first chapter, it's very short because it's just an introduction basically. Depending on responses I don't know if I will update this first, or 'The Weekend'
Either way the next chapter will be out soon.