Sara: That's right readers, another story! I'm slowly making the Yu Yu Hakusho ones disappear and replacing them with Xiaolin Showdown.

Yusuke: You can't do that! Think about all we've done for you! What about your fans?

Sara: What fans? I hadn't updated in over a year, and everybody gave up on me. I have NEW fans now, Yusuke.

Yusuke: NO! (Disappears abruptly)

Rane: Right right, we got rid of Yusuke. How about we go on with the story?

Sara: Right! We can't forget the story, now can we? (Clears throat) Rane, will you do the honors?

Rane: Sara does not own Xiaolin Showdown in any way, shape or form.

Sara: I just own this story, its original ideas, and Rane.

Rane: I will choose not to comment on that.

Sara: (Smiles) Good. On with the chapter! And don't forget to read Kiss among Reindeer and Models are overrated. I can't wait to finish those two.

Rane: You're taking an awfully long time.

Sara: Shush. On with the story! And please don't forget to review, people. You know how obsessive I am.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

Heart Failure

Omi traveled through the temple quickly, bent on completing his current assignment. He hurried down the halls and swiped a large cloth from a hook, wrapping it carefully around a large, steaming teapot. He lifted the pot off the stove with difficulty, as the stove was taller than him, and struggled to carry it back to Master Fung's bedroom.

"Master Fung!" Omi called, breathing heavily. "I have your tea." Omi kicked his foot against the hard wooden door, and Dojo appeared, holding one sock.

"I'll take that, kid," he said, wrapping his green arms around the large pot. Omi gratefully let go as Dojo dropped to the floor, and patted his chest, taking deep breaths. "You okay there, Omi?" Beads of sweat encased Dojo's scaly body as he lifted the pot onto a small table, sitting next to Master Fung.

"Oh, I am most fine, Dojo!" Omi tried to take another large breath, but it stopped short. He cleared his throat and smiled. "Is there any thing else you need, Master Fung?" Master Fung shook his head.

"I am satisfied; thank you Omi. Why don't you get some rest?" Omi nodded and walked out, closing the door behind him. He walked over to his square where he slept and slipped off his sandals.

"Those sandals are becoming most uncomfortable," Omi mused. "I must be getting bigger!" He delightedly turned himself over and balanced himself on his head, only to crash down onto the floor. He frowned and tried again, failing multiple times.

Omi sighed, realizing that somehow it had become harder to breath. He ignored the problem and lay down on his back, shifting incessantly. Omi rubbed his eyes and got up, sitting on the chest in his room. He twiddled his fingers and worriedly glanced over at each of his teammates.

He went to walk over to Raimundo's cubicle, and found that walking in general had become uncomfortable. Omi decided to be positive and lightly tapped Raimundo on his back repeatedly. Raimundo grudgingly opened one eye. "What?"

Omi frowned. "My friend, I am feeling most strange. This week has been uncomfortable in a number of ways." He attempted to sigh again, only to find that he couldn't breath and all. Raimundo raised an eyebrow as Omi clutched his chest.

"Omi? You okay, little man?" Omi appeared to have problems sitting upright and struggled to stand, collapsing on Raimundo, whose eyes went wide. "Shit! Master Fung!!"

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

Kimiko bit her lip and paced the waiting room. "How could this happen to our Omi?" She stroked her hair, trying to distract herself. "I hope to God he's alright." Raimundo sighed and stared down at the floor.

"Master Fung said the doctor would come by soon to say what happened. I just, you know, why Omi?" Kimiko stopped pacing and sat down next to Raimundo, tapping both her feet on the floor continuously.

"Would you stop that Kimiko?" Clay raised his voice as he collapsed into the seat across from his teammates. Kimiko ceased her tapping. "Sorry," he sighed. "I just really hope Omi's alright. What if he..." He gulped. "...didn't make it?"

"Let's not think about things like that, Clay." Raimundo frowned. "Omi's going to be fine, so let's just pray that he gets better." A tear dropped and stained the cushions that they sat on.

"I hope so." Kimiko sniffed as she clutched Raimundo's arm. She turned her head and began to sob hysterically into his shirt. Raimundo stroked her hair and shot a glare at Clay, which they both knew wasn't as threatening as it was supposed to be, but filled with sorrow.

Clay tipped his hat to Raimundo, who just smiled. The two shifted their gaze down to the floor until somebody joined them. "I have some news for you three," a deep, male voice told them. The three monks looked up and stared hopefully at the man in the white jacket.

"Is Omi going to be okay? What happened to him?" Kimiko wrapped her arms around Raimundo's tighter, squishing his bicep. The doctor adjusted his glasses, keeping a skilled poker face.

"Omi has to undergo some surgery," he stated bluntly. Raimundo suddenly sat up straighter.

"What kind or surgery? What happened, Doc?" The doctor sighed.

"Omi suffers from hypertension," He caught the Monks's confused glances. "High Blood pressure, as it's commonly referred to as. He experienced hypertensive heart disease, and must undertake immediate surgery." Raimundo slapped his forehead, his hand slowly sliding down his face.

"Yes, but what happened?" The young man was starting to get impatient. The doctor nervously tapped the clipboard with a pen.

"Omi's heart failed and he has to have a heart transplant." Kimiko gasped and covered her open mouth. "We will do our best to save him, but we cannot guarantee anything." Clay took off his hat and put in next to him. "He does have a strong chance of surviving, but like I said…"

"You can't guarantee he will," Kimiko finished. "Please..." Her voice broke as tears became visible in her eyes. "Just go." The doctor gave the young girl a pitiful look before walking away. Kimiko looked at her friends, tears spilling uncontrollably. "Omi…"

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

Kimiko wiped a tear from her eye as she watched a young nurse approach them. "I'm sorry, but we will have to ask you three to leave. Visiting hours are over." Kimiko looked panicked.

"But what about Omi? Shouldn't we be here when he wakes up from surgery?" The nurse shifted uncomfortably and looked down at her feet.

"I apologize, but I was just asked to tell you to leave. Do you guys know your way out?" The three monks lethargically got up and nodded at the nurse.

"The operation will be over tomorrow, and we'll be able to see him." Raimundo commented hopefully while he held the door open for his friends.

"Yeah, I guess. I'm just really worried he won't…" Kimiko was cut off by her teammate.

"I told you; let's not think about things like that. Omi will be okay, and that's that." Raimundo walked outside and felt the chilly night air surround his body. He took the jacket that was thrown over his shoulder and dropped it onto Kimiko, who was shivering.

"Thanks." She smiled. Raimundo nodded and they headed back to the temple, thoughts of Omi consuming their minds.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

Kimiko raced up the hospital stairs, shoving people who got in her way. When she arrived at a certain door, she barged through it and approached the bed slowly. "Omi?" she whispered, eyes examining the small, fragile body that lay before her. Omi cracked open his eyes and her smiled at her.

"Hello, Kimiko." He greeted weakly. Kimiko smiled and rubbed his bald head, watching the other residents of the temple arrive at the door.

"Is he alright?" Clay strode over to Omi's bedside.

"I'm very glad you're well, Omi. We were all worried about you." Master Fung commented. "How are you feeling?" Omi turned his head slowly towards his teacher.

"I have never been better, Master Fung. I'm so happy my friends were here when I woke up." Kimiko struggled to resist saying, "I told you so!"

"That's excellent, Omi. Now would you mind if I talked to your friends for a moment, outside?" The three monks turned to Master Fung curiously and followed him outside.

"What's up, Master Fung? Are we going to be thrown into a thousand years of darkness or something?" Raimundo joked, though a moment later he realized he wasn't being funny.

"No, Raimundo." He sighed. "Omi had no health insurance, and the operation left the temple with a large debt." Clay scratched his head.

"What do you need us to do, Master Fung?" Clay asked even though he knew the answer; he just didn't want to believe it.

"We will have to put our training on hold, young monks, until this debt is paid. I am willing to ask the three of you to get some work to pay if off." Kimiko frowned.

"If the temple is non-profit, then how do we pay for food and stuff?"

"Taxes." Raimundo said simply, before Master Fung could open his mouth. "It would be nice if they could pay for this too so I wouldn't have to work. Training is hard enough."

"Hey, can you guys stop complaining and start thinking of things to do?" Dojo suddenly became part of the conversation, "One of those things being sure that the door does not close on Dojo's tail."

"I also forgot to mention, young monks, that one of you cannot participate in the work-hunting because one of you has to watch over Omi, me and Dojo being to busy." Clay's hand shot up before he could finish the sentence, eager to get out of working.

"I'll do it Master Fung!" With those words, Clay raced inside Omi's room, closing the door on Dojo's tail.

"A little help, please!" Raimundo yanked Dojo out of the door and set him near Master Fung. Dojo dusted non-existent dust off himself, "Thank you."

"Why don't you two go home and start brainstorming? I'm sure this predicament will be over before we know it."

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

"Okay; what are high-paying jobs that don't require years of college?" Raimundo pondered. Kimiko shrugged and flipped on the television.

"There aren't many. Maybe we could do a fundraiser?" she suggested. Raimundo shook his head.

"What would it be for? Omi already had his operation, and I don't think, 'Help get the Xiaolin Temple out of Debt' would make a very good banner." Kimiko frowned as she started to focus on the television. "What are you watching?"

"E!. They're counting down a list of the 100 highest-paid actors and actresses. These guys make insane amounts of money; it's crazy." Raimundo raised an eyebrow.

"Whoa. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Kimiko changed the channel to Lifetime.

"If that happened the universe would probably blow up or something." She looked over at Raimundo. "Why, what are you thinking?"

"Wouldn't it be great if we went to Hollywood and became actors?" Kimiko sat up in her seat, her curiosity peaked.

"I suppose. Do you think Master Fung would be up for it?"

"Do you think Master Fung has a cell-phone?" Kimiko frowned.

"Yeah, I have the number. What does that have to do with anything?" Raimundo whipped out his cell-phone and hovered his hand over the dialing buttons.

"What's the number?" Kimiko told him the number as he fed them to his phone.

The phone rang twice before Dojo picked it up. "Hello?"

"Dojo, put Master Fung on." Raimundo said on the other line. Dojo scratched his chin.

"Why should I? Did you guys finally think of something?"

"Sort of; put him on." He could imagine Dojo's frowning.

"Fine, hold on." There was a distinct shuffling in the background before another voice emanated from the small device.

"What is it, Raimundo?"

"Can we go to Hollywood?" Kimiko slapped her forehead.

"Do you have to be so obvious?" she asked, annoyed. Raimundo shushed her and listen to Master Fung.

"Raimundo, we can't afford to send you and Kimiko to Hollywood. Why don't you ask Kimiko if she can bother her father for money?" he hung up after he gave him that advice.

"He said no, didn't he?" Raimundo parted his lips and began to speak, "I knew he said no! What did I tell you, Rai? You were way too obvious."

"I…"

"You should have let me talk to him. What's wrong with you? Boys are so stupid sometimes, and it's not just you! All…"

"Kim. Shut up." Kimiko closed her mouth and ceased her rant. "Anyway, Master Fung suggested we call you dad and see if he can give us some cash." Kimiko snapped her fingers and she got out her cell-phone, dialing a series of numbers swiftly.

"Daddy? It's Kimiko. Listen, could you do me a favor because I couldn't think about turning to anyone else but the person I love the most in the whole entire world." Raimundo rolled his eyes. "Well, I guess you could say that. Raimundo and I need two tickets to Hollywood. Wait, why one-way? What do you mean a rough patch?" she shot Raimundo a worried look.

"What?" he mouthed. Kimiko held up one finger.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" she paused for a moment and sighed. "Well, you guys will just spring back like you always do." She paused again, listening to her father's response. "Right, so you'll arrange a flight for tomorrow. Are you sure you can't afford a round-trip? Alright, thanks daddy. I love you." She closed her phone.

"What happened?" Raimundo asked curiously.

"My dad's business is having some trouble, and my dad can only afford two one-way tickets."

"But we're still going, right?" Kimiko nodded. "Awesome!"

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

Sara: My third Xiaolin Showdown story! They are slowly taking over my profile, taking the place of Yu Yu Hakusho.

Yusuke: No! You evil witch! (Dissolves into oblivion)

Sara: Don't forget to review, or I will threaten not to update! I worked really hard on this chapter!

Rane: One: You always update, even if nobody reviews. Two: In this chapter, almost nothing happened.

Sara: What are you talking about? A lot happened (Rane shakes his head).

Rane: I mean interesting things. Like, nothing good happened; first of all, nobody cares about Omi.

Omi-fans: There he is! Attack! (All charge towards Rane with torches and axes)

Rane: Christ. (Runs away)

Sara: Don't forget to review, and don't be afraid to criticize! And do be afraid to flame!

Spiteful readers: (Cackle)

Sara: You better not take that as a challenge! (Chases after Spiteful readers) REVIEW!