A/N: hiya! this fic is based a year after Fran joined the xiaolin temple so she's now a xiaolin apprentice (I know the others are wudai warriors now, but I don't care, in this fic their xiaolin apprentiices) Before I start I'd like to thank the following people:
Christy Hui: ah where would I be without you?
Ellie (my sis): thanks for all the help in planning, here have a pressie gives Jack
Jack – oi!
Ash, Leaf & Maz: my best friends ever! thanks for all the support!
all of my form, 8-0: I may hate some of you (-) but most of you are my mates, so I'm putting you all in this fanfic!
All my reviewers from 'strange new beginnings': thanks for all the reviews! Hope you review this fic too!
Omi was wandering around the temple bored, Kimiko and Fran were out shopping, Raimundo was practising a game of feet and balls…what was it called again? toe-ball? something like that, Clay was in Texas celebrating his Dad's birthday and Dojo was hanging out with his beloved 'Dojo-bot'. Omi decided to see what Master Fung was doing. He walked in to see Master Fung looking rather stressed in a mass of papers and envolopes, Omi was not used to Master Fung like this, he always seemed so calm and focused.
"Master Fung? is something down?" Omi asked
"That's 'up' Omi, and I'm afraid so," Master Fung answered
"What is it? can I help?"
"No young monk, unless you happen to have three thousand yuan,"
"I don't understand," Omi said helplessly
"The bills, young monk, I am having trouble to keep up with them, it is hard to keep on top of finances as well as owning a temple, looking after five monks, on top of Dojo and the elder monks. But if I don't, they will have to close down the temple."
Silence followed by this speech was only silence. Omi couldn't believe his ears, the temple, the place he had been raised in, the only home he'd ever had, was in danger of being destroyed.
Once the others got back and had heard the news, they were all just as upset.
"I can't believe it," Raimundo said,
"I know, this feels more wrong than Chase Young in a tu-tu," Clay muttered, followed by a few giggles from Fran and Kim. Over the next few weeks things seemed to move very slowly, no Shen-Gong-Wu revieled themselves, no raids from Jack, Mysti and Wuya, no news from Chase Young. Now, even their chores didn't take their minds off the bad news. Then, one night, Master Fung came in, small tears in his eyes, he walked over to Omi, handed him a letter from the bank and walked out again, followed by a worried looking Dojo.
Omi read out the letter to his friends
"Dear Master. M. Fung
Due to lack of payment on your bills I regret to inform you that your temple will be closed, 12th April, I am sorry for any inconvinience. Yours
mr. P. Turning."
Everyone was quiet, sharing in the sorrow of the loss of their home.
"12th April? that's next week! Where are we gonna go?" Kimiko asked, Dojo answered, as he crept into the room.
"Master Fung has aranged for you to go to a local bording school, it teaches Martial arts so you'll be alright, I'm not sure about breaks to go get Shen-Gong-Wu though." he told them
"Bording School?" Omi asked quietly
Dojo nodded and left them.
A/N: finished, I acidently published this before it was finished..oops! Oh well, its finished now! so please review!
