Unexpected Love
Choo: Okee...my first attempt at a raixwuya. I hope I do this chapter thing right, like I said, I'm still new at posting fics.
Anywho, seeing as my first fic was a success (wipes sweat from brow and breathes a sigh of relief) I've decided to make a chapter story, about one of my favorite pairings: raixwuya! Dun dun dun! I don't know why this coupling is so rare, I find it very interesting and unique. So let's see what I can do...!
Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown...wish I did sob
Chapter One: Distractions
"Let's go, Xiaolin Showdown!"
The all-too-familiar quote rang through the air and, as usual, the mountainious scenery changed. Three Xiaolin warriors found themselves in Wudai uniforms while Raimundo and Wuya, who were in the showdown, were wearing ski clothes and snowboards. Wuya looked around her; the mountain had definetely grown larger when the showdown started and it felt much steeper. She dared to peer below her and her stomach dropped slightly when she realized how high up she was. She shifted her gaze to her opponent nervously. He seemed unaffected by the height, and positioned his snowboard for action. Wuya copied the movement, and they glared at each other, shouting
"Gon yi tempai!"
Raimundo slid down the glittering mountain with apparent ease. He had always been the one for sports. Wuya, however, wasn't that graceful with her board. For a moment she stood there stupidly, looking down below in fear, completely concious of how afraid of heights she was. But the image of the Shen Gong Wu glowing at the bottom of the mountain pricked some determination into her, and she skiied down the mountain with a newfound confidence.
The confidence didn't last very long. Wuya soon found herself tripping over rocks and falling down promptly on her bottom. She kicked the snow in frustration, causing a flurry of white powery specks to glide through the air. Her cheeks burned in embarassment when she heard the jeers of the Xiaolin warriors. She had never liked sports anyway.
"Go Raimundo! I know you can beat her!" Kimiko cheered to her friend. Wuya glared at the girl. What she wouldn't give to blast the little brat to bits. She felt her face go hot, and anger boiled up inside of her at the Japanese girl. This was a common feeling for Wuya. Still, beneath all the rage was the prominent feeling of jealousy and dissatisfaction with herself. Kimiko was beautiful, no doubt, ebony black hair and perfect sapphire eyes. Wuya wished she could feel that beautiful. Then Raimundo would chase after her for sure, instead of trailing after Kimiko.
More shouts brought Wuya back to her senses. She was shocked to discover how close Raimundo was to the end of the mountain. Wuya stared at the long distance she had yet to go. She would never make it down in time, unless...
Hey, she was evil, so cheating couldn't hurt, right? Wuya stood up and used her powers to fly down the slope. She let her snowboard brush against the snow slightly to make it look like she was really skiing. She caught up with Raimundo in a few minutes, to her relief and delight. She faced Raimundo and was about to make a nasty comment when she suddenly felt as if she had no voice. She strained her throat but the words never came out. Her heart wacked dangerously against her chest and for a moment she was unable to look away.
His skin...it was so flawless, like a smooth almond. His hair, although ruffled up by the wind, looked smooth and shiny. And his eyes--an invisible hand clutched her heart. Those eyes...they were two of the most perfect emeralds she had ever seen. He was so perfect looking, it was a shame he fought against evil instead of with it. Wuya continued to gawk at Raimundo's perfection--that is, until her snowboard hit a rock and she soared through the air only to fall face first into the snow. The last thing she saw was Raimundo holding up the wu with a triumphant smirk on his face.
In a flash of light the mountain was normal sized and Wuya's ski clothes disappeared to be replaced by her comfortable black robe. She got up and wiped the snow from her face, glaring at the successful monks. Her cheeks were red; either from the cold that nipped her cheeks or from shame at losing the showdown. Kimiko chuckled, causing Wuya to growl threateningly. Brat.
"Nice try Wuya, but this wu is ours!"
With the final word of confirmation, the monks strode away. Just before they got on Dojo, Wuya swore Raimundo looked back at her and gave her a sort of apologetic smile. But then she blinked, and Dojo rose into the sky. Shaking her head of any thoughts that were threatening to invade her mind, Wuya turned her back against the sky and trudged home, defeated.
Choo: Huh, I suppose it's not all bad. It may seem a bit short, but hey, I'm trying. Hopefully my future chapters will be longer. Until then, please wait patiently, and reviews are strongly recommended! Anything I need to change? Any ideas as to what could happen in the next chapter? It's only a click away. Until then:)