Disclaimer: Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me.


The man was his hero; who he admired beyond all the rest. He was the one he wished to be someday. He was the one that inspired him. Forget that witch who only used him for his non-transparent hands. Forget that ultimate evil bean who only needed him as a decoy. Forget all those underlings who only paid attention to him to access his technology.

It was always that for him all the time.

That was why he always tried so fiercely to impress everybody; to prove that he was capable of the most wicked deeds and to obtain his hero's respect.

The man does not use him from time to time like all the others did. The man wanted him for his unwavering loyalty and his enthusiasm. The man was his idol. Sure, he made him squeal girlishly when he yelled at him; when he glared at him; when he laughed at his blunders cruelly.

It was not important to him. The man was the one he wanted to be; the one that inspired him; the one that he admired.

The man that he wanted to love; to cherish; to worship.

Call him a squealing fangirl, but the man was his hero.