Summary – Unexpectedly, Raimundo sends out wedding invites, and it shocks everybody. Everybody is invited apart from Kimiko. She needs help getting in, so she turns to an unexpected person. Jackxkimiko, raixOC, raixkim .Songfic. The story is better than the summary.

Disclaimer – I do not, let me repeat NOT own Xiaolin Showdown or the songs by Taylor Swift or others. I DO own the bride, and some OC's.

Raimundo – of course you had to enunciate! Jeez, people can read you know!

Jack Spicer – Hey! DON'T BE MEAN TO HER! SHE IS JUST TRYING TO GET THROUGH SCHOOL!

Clay – I gotta agree with mascara boy here. We do want her to pass school with flying colors.

Raimundo – I know but it is annoying how I HAVE TO GET MARRIED TO… (was hit over the head with a lead pipe.)

SyireeneTheEvilGurlGenuz- (drops lead pipe) sorry Rai, but I don't want you to give it away. Anyway, I hope you don't kill me for starting ANOTHER story without posting another chap but honestly, I WANT REVIEWS! But I have school so anyway. HERE'S THE STORY! BTW – italics are thoughts.

Speak Now

Chapter 1 - The News

The wind lazily blew through the trees, giving motion to the still, and silent morning at the Xiaolin temple. Well, that was until . . .

"WHAT!" startled everyone out of there slow state. The monks ran to the sleeping quarters of the Dragons – in – training.

"What happened? Kimiko are you OK?" Raimundo asked, annoyed that he was woken up in such a disturbing way. He then saw that she was looking at a piece of decorated paper that Omi gave to her to explain.

"Kimiko? What is this occasion of marriage mean?" Omi asked innocently. Raimundo ripped the paper out of her hands, and stared in shock.

" Kimiko, I am so sorry. She did not want you there. Can you speak?" Rai asked worriedly. All she could so was turn to Raimundo and all the monks, with her hands still molded around the now non-existent paper, her mouth hung open and her eyes were tearing up. She calmly closed her mouth and composed herself before sending a disappointing look at Rai.

" Omi" she looked the cheese ball in the eyes, " Marriage is a harmonious ritual where two people who love each other unconditionally make vows to spend their entire lives together. Some even vow to stay together after their demise." She said it with such emotion that everyone looked around as if wondering 'has she felt that way?'.

"But then why is Raimundo getting married? He can't commit to anything!" Omi wondered out loud while Kimiko walked over to Master Fung.

"Master Fung? May I please be excused from today's training?" Kimiko's voice cracked.

"Yes young monk, take as much time as you need." And with that she ran out of the temple. As she passed Raimundo, he could see tears streaming down her face.

"Master Fung? Why is Kimiko so upset?" Omi asked clueless.

"Omi, get started on training, we must all be prepared, my sources tell me that one of our enemies will get close to us very soon."

As they were walking to the training grounds, Clay stopped Raimundo and whirled him into another corridor.

"OK Rai, I can let it pass that you didn't tell us you were in a relationship until now, but hurtin' Kim like that, it's unforgivable! Did you tell her before hand? Cause it looked to me like she didn't"

All the Brazilian did was look away.

"I thought it would be better if she didn't know..." Rai whispered.

"IT WOULD BE BETTER IF YOU WEREN'T SO FULL OF PRIDE AND EXPLAINED EVERYTHING TO HER! RIGHT NOW!" Clay was furious with his friend. Kimiko was like a lil' sister to him and seeing her break like that because of someone he knew, the thought made him want to say bad things. (Trying to cut back on swears)

Raimundo walked after Kimiko, hoping that she had cooled down.

Ok that is all I am giving you right now, I have more but I just don't feel like giving it to you!

Raimundo – (Wakes up gagged) Mphh!

Jack Spicer - Quiet! God! Even when gagged he is a pain! (Smacks Rai with the same lead pipe)

SyireeneTheEvilGurlGenuz – Jack be nice! Anyway please review and I am sorry about my other stories, but I am just not feeling them anymore, I might transition them to another subject but, oh well. Sorry. Flames are appreciated when necessary.