Time: After Raimundo became an apprentice, but before he became Shoku leader. So season 2 or 3.
"Shen Gon Wu!" Dojo exclaimed, breaking the rare peace of the temple. He began to shake horribly and grew disgusting bumps all over the course of his flesh. The four dragons all looked at him grotesquely before throwing away their assorted chores. Omi rushed over holding the scroll tightly between his hands. It spread open as Dojo perched over it, squinting to read the ancient writing.
"The Miele beam." Dojo explained, "Is an interesting wu indeed. It will only work every thousand years or so. Rather flaky device in my opinion. I told Dashi to set the battery life longer but noooo why would he listen to Dojo?" He pouted at the end and crossed his lanky little arms.
"Uh… Partner? Lets get back to the round up…" Clay said giving Dojo a monstrous pat on the back.
"Right, right. So the Miele beam...um… it…" Dojo spoke quietly and put his nose up close to the scroll. The normal moving picture never showed and instead all that the scroll showed was the name.
"What?" Raiumundo exclaimed, picking up the worn out piece of paper and shaking it roughly. "Is it broken?'
"Rai, I don't think it works like that…" Kimiko muttered, snatching the scroll away from Rai who was about to drop kick it. She rolled her eyes and laid it back down on the table. There was still no image on the scroll and she bit her lip, wondering why it was like that.
"Has this ever happened before?" Kimiko asked Dojo who shook his head.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to find out what happens when we get it." Rai remarked confidently.
"This is even!" Omi shouted over the confusion. The other three dragons looked down at him and snickered.
"What?" Omi replied, furrowing his brow and glaring up.
"Odd. It's odd." Rai shot back.
"What's odd?" The little yellow man asked.
"You" Rai chuckled as small amounts of steam escape from Omi's overlarge head.
The group left the temple and ventured out into the courtyard. Dojo took a deep breath before he expanded to his huge stature. The four young dragons hoisted themselves onto the snarling beast and away they went.
The four sailed away across the sky, the breeze slipping through their hair. They passed through an empty cloud and sailed over a boundless display of rustic mountains. The tops reached up high and the treeline barely touched the sky, splattering it with pushes and hints of green.
"Right!" Dojo shouted, making a sharp turn upwards.
"Left!" He spluttered, turning quickly around, knocking the monks off of their butts.
"That way!" The dragon cried, suddenly making a dip downwards. The four monks clinged tightly to his itchy scales.
"Dojo!" Raimundo echoed, his brown hair flying widely up into the sky and thrashing around across Dojo's back.
"Got it!" Dojo exclaimed as he shot through the sky. The wind whistled past his ears as he navigated through the timeless mountains.
Eventually he found his path and landed softly in an open clearing. The four young monks stumbled off of his back, swaying as they tried to get their balance. Kimiko's hair stuck straight up and Clay's had formed into small tufts. He swept off his classic hat and held it to his stomach, resisting the urge to vomit.
"Well let's not go through that again." Raimundo muttered, his face turning a sickly shade of green.
"And now we must search sideways and upside down for the wu!" Omi exclaimed as his face swelled with pride.
The three other monks just looked at him; the gears in their brain slowly began to spun.
"Search…high… and low." Kimiko corrected with a puzzled expression.
"That to!" Omi shouted as he scampered off and jumped into a tree.
"Yeah, yeah, that's great and all. But find that wu!" Dojo muttered while he frantically began to scratch his scales, rubbing the red wounds raw.
The three monks spread out and looked for the mysterious wu. They checked under bushes and pulled up trees. They sprawled through the grass and dug through little caverns.
"I found it!" Omi shouted happily. In his hand he held a small disc, no larger than a hockey puck, with black lines shooting up and down the sides over the tan background. A tiny hole burrowed itself in the center with a clear lens reflecting the blue sky up above.
"Oooh the Miele beam." He cooed, rolling its smooth surface between his petite fingers. It shone slightly in the sunlight between his fingers.
"Looks expensive." Kimiko remarked, his eyes barely glazing over the small wu.
"Great. Great. You found the wu. Now can we please head back? I need some itch cream." The small gecko complained and his body began to swell down and return to its green hue.
He took another large breath and expanded to an immense size.
"Ugh," Raimundo whined. "Do we really have to go back on…?"
"Why? Is there something wrong with my back?" Dojo shot back with an offended look on his face.
"No. It's just shedding… and red… and itchy… and gross." He replied. However Raimundo swallowed his pride and jumped on top of the large dragon.
With a small burst of wind, Dojo was up in the air, at a slower pace but was still quite dangerous.
"Did anybody notice that Jack wasn't there today?" Kimiko asked over the noise of the sharp wind.
"You sound like that's a bad thing." Clay responded, chuckling until a shiver ran down Dojos back and threw him slightly in the air.
"Not. At. All." Kimiko said with a sadistic grin.
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"Why?" Jack whined quietly. "We could have gotten that wu."
He stood there with his face powdered in white makeup and his black coat hung over his shoulders. A small whimpering curl formed on his lips. He hid behind a short tree, out of range of the wu and the monks. He stared up at the tree where the wu had been only minutes before.
"Because," An annoyed voice answered. "There is no need for me to obtain it. The monks will cause their own demise by their own stupidity."
Jack stood there, a confused look spread across his face.
"When the time comes, I'll be there to pick up the shambles of their mistakes." A frightening grin crept over a dark shadow which outlined the man's face.
"Whatever you say Chase." Jack said with a disappointed look on his face.
Chase young stood over the mountains and watched the four monks sailing over the distance. His eyes were focused on one individual and he followed the character under it disappeared over the horizon.
"Now will you please…" He hissed angrily. "Stay out of my way."
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Authors Note: Oh how I miss this show REVIEW!
Kind of short... but I don't really have a whole lot of passion for this story. I don't even had the plot planned out. NO PAIRINGS.