1All I Want is to Rock Your Soul

Summary: The monks are off on a well-deserved vacation to the beaches of LA, California...Can they survive without Dojo, Master Fung, and the mystical powers of the Shen-Gong-Wu? (Mainly Kimiko-centric, eventual RaixKimi-ness, building a relationship takes time!)The title comes from the song "Rock Your Soul" by (insert artist's name here), which I forgot...

Disclaimer: I don't own XS, neither the characters nor the show idea. Isn't it obvious?

Chapter 1-The Beginning of a New Adventure

At last...peace, silence, tranquility. Kimiko Tohomiko sighed contentedly, curling up her legs and resting her chin upon her knees, using them as a pedestal for her head. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, as if giving herself a comforting hug, and gazed out at the beautiful beach sunset, in an blended array of gold and magenta. With a sharp intake of breath at the sheer beauty of it all, she smiled gleefully for the first time that day.

(Flashback)

And what a day it had been! Yesterday, when they discovered that they were being granted a month-long break from their Xiaolin monk duties, everyone was overjoyed, especially Kimiko. Then, when Master Fung informed them that they were going vacationing on the California coast, everyone exploded with one emotion... or another. Omi was jumping up and down, clapping his hands rapidly and squealing like a little kid in a candy shop. Clay, on the other hand, was much more reserved, he merely tipped his hat in a gesture of gratitude, a simple, broad smile upon his face. Kimiko was inquisitive about the expression on Raimundo's face; he wore that same cocky smirk that always adorned his face, and he had a faint, mischievous glimmer in his emerald eyes. However, she merely shrugged it off; hoping it had something to do with his intense love for surfing, and not the thought of blonde California girls in string bikinis. She, of course, had been overwhelmed with delight, her eyes sparkling even more brilliantly than sapphires as she clasped her hands together joyfully.

A vacation was exactly what she needed; a little girl time, a little beach time, a lot of shopping, and a chance to relax those sore muscles, hardened from rigorous training at the temple. L.A. here I come, she thought. Unfortunately for her, the next day went from fabulous to worse; the heavens must have not been smiling down upon her. Since Dojo was also taking a well-deserved break...away from "baby-sitting" them...the Xiaolin dragons had to take a plane flight to CA. What a nightmare that was! First, she had to drag four full, as in nearly bursting, suitcases and one huge, heavy carry-on throughout the airport as Omi desperately and confusedly tried to lead them to the right terminal gate. Raimundo, who was just ahead of her, and was only carrying one, surprisingly light suitcase, was complaining loudly to the person in front of him, who just so happened to be Clay, and asking furiously why the hell did they put Omi in charge. Clay then began painstakingly to explain to Omi what exactly the little numbers and letters on the boarding pass stood for.

Meanwhile, poor Kimiko was in a frantic, pitiful life and death struggle against the five suitcases that were becoming more and more difficult to bear with each passing step. Well, she wasn't exactly in a life and death struggle, but...it was all she could take. With a crash and a clatter of suitcases, she fell, buried underneath a mountain of luggage. Now, that got their attention, all right. If her vision hadn't been obstructed by a suitcase, she would have seen the three guys spin around, startled by the loud noise, then gaping at the huge pile of suitcases that had seemingly replaced where Kimiko had been just a few seconds ago.

In a flash, as realization hit them, Raimundo, being the closest to the luggage disaster, raced over to her aid, Clay and Omi following in his footsteps. While all this was happening, she was just barely registering the fact of what had just happened. Right then all of her focus had been on the suitcase wheel that had collided painfully on the middle of her back. That was definitely going to leave a mark. Just as she was about to summon her warrior strength and burst free, she suddenly felt the luggage being effortlessly lifted away from her, the throbbing pain in her back slowly evaporated and faded away to a dull ache. The bright, florescent lighting of the airport terminal burst in and invaded the gloomy shadows where she lay, as though paralyzed.

"Kimi? You all right?"She peered hesitantly up into the blinding light, searching for the source of that soothing, rough voice. It was Raimundo, looking down at her wildly, eyes filled with concern...and something else she couldn't quite identify...was it friendship, brotherly kindred, or maybe even affection, perhaps? She had never seen that look from him as strongly as she felt it that moment. Either way, she was immensely grateful to see him, as she accepted the warm, caring hand he held out to her; she realized this moment how grateful she was to have friends, and partners, like Raimundo, Omi, and Clay.

"Yeah, I'm all right, mostly..." she finally replied, standing up with help from Raimundo's strength, and suddenly finding more interest in hurriedly brushing some dust off her apprentice robes. When she looked up again and observed the unsettled, strange looks on their faces, she exclaimed with a forced smile, "Oh, come on, guys! Don't worry about it, I'm fine! I'm a big, tough girl, remember? I tie my own laces and everything!"

This comment earned a chuckle and a smirk from Raimundo, a grin from Clay, and a formal, bowed apology from Omi about how since he was the most skilled Xiaolin Warrior he should've been watching out for her more carefully, as it was his responsibility, or something along those lines... A furious, fuming scowl unleashed itself upon Raimundo's face and Kimiko knew he would have lunged at Omi and pummeled him practically to death for that comment, if it wasn't for Clay, who was an arm's reach away and would have held him back in an instant. He always did have a grudge against Omi saying he was the greatest and everything; after all, we all know that he was the last to become an apprentice.

Kimiko merely sighed, rolled her eyes in exasperation, and replied, "Don't worry, Omi! In fact, you should be worrying more about if we're going to even make it to the plane on time! We only have five minutes until it leaves!" Immediately afterward, a feminine, cheerful voice resounded from a speaker overhead, "Last call for flight A221..." She watched, slightly amused, as Omi sprinted away, reaching out his hand toward the speaker on the ceiling and yelling "NOOOOOOOOOO! Dooooon't goooooooooo!" Raimundo and Clay promptly and wordlessly each grabbed one of Kimiko's suitcases to give her some help, and raced frantically after him, Raimundo yelling, "CRAP!" and Clay hollering,"Holy Smokes!" She then stifled her hysterical laughter at their reactions and quickly followed in their footsteps.

An hour later, four disgruntled monks could be seen sitting angrily in the terminal, occasionally sending silent glares at each other from across the row of seats. They had missed their flight and were now waiting frustratedly for the next plane for California to land. However, Kimiko wasn't quite as bothered by this fact as her three companions; she was sitting primly and daintily on the edge of her seat, sending an e-mail in Japanese to her best friend Keiko, on her PDA, of course. Omi appeared to be staring out of the large terminal window in dumbstruck awe, watching the planes as they took off towards an unknown destination and landed, whatever adventures they had encountered upon the arrival at their destination, unknown. By his countenance, it seemed to her that he thought they were some kind of new species of dragon, or other magical creature. Raimundo was the one doing most of the glaring, slumped over in his seat and wearing an impatient and annoyed expression on his face, his eyebrows furrowed in exasperation. Clay had been absentmindedly twiddling his thumbs for the last few minutes, and with a bored look, finally decided to break the silence.

"Boy, the tension in 'ere is so thick, you couldn' even cut it with a steak knife..." This earned another intense glare from Raimundo, and a delicately raised eyebrow of intriguement from Kimiko. Instead of sending a scathing reply towards Clay, Raimundo turned his attention towards Omi, who was still gazing out of the window, unfazed.

"This is all your fault, Omi! If you hadn't led us in the wrong direction for a half hour, we wouldn't be stuck here listening to Clay's stupid Texan sayings! But noooo...you're the mighty, all-powerful Xiaolin Warrior!" At this point, Kimiko's frustration had peaked.

"Shut UP Raimundo! This is just as much your fault! You're the one who took forever getting through security because you were getting frisked!" Clay merely rolled his eyes, everyone knew what was coming next...

After her retort, Raimundo chose to spring up furiously from his seat and face Kimiko challengingly, his cheeks fuming red with anger. "My fault! It was the stupid metal detector, not me! And what about you? You had to take off your shoes after the second time it beeped!"

Omi's attention had finally been caught, and he raised up a finger in a attempt to douse the now flaming argument with some wise and consoling words, but to no avail. No sooner had he opened his mouth, when he was interrupted by Kimiko, who was as fiery red as the Brazilian, and had also stood up in a fighting stance.

"So what? At least I had enough sense to take off everything metal that I was wearing! AND I wasn't caught trying to smuggle the Golden Tiger Claws in my suitcase yesterday!"

"Ohhh, you're one to talk, girl! Who was the one who had the Eye of Dashi in her suitcase! Huh! Not me!" he yelled back just as loudly.

She had just opened her mouth to scream a blazing, fiery reply to his challenge, when someone finally managed to interrupt their little tiff. "Uhhhh...sorry to break y'all up, but I think we got enough weird starin' from the luggage scene earlier..." Clay muttered nervously, slightly afraid of getting caught between a raging, smoking fire and a whirling tornado.

Her fire was promptly extinguished as quickly as it had arose, and she sat back down with crossed arms and a huff of indignance. Baka Raimundo(1)...she thought to herself. With absolutely perfect timing, the cheerful voice once again called out over a speaker, this time saying, "Flight A314 now boarding...seats 1-20."

As if an invisible, yet immensely heavy weight had been lifted off of them, the four friends cheerfully grabbed their carry-ons and headed toward the terminal boarding desk. After submitting their tickets, they entered into the tunnel leading from the terminal to the awaiting plane. This fascinated Omi to no end, who, of course, had never even been on an airplane before, and had seen a plane for the first time less than an hour ago.

"My friends!" he exclaimed in wonder, "We appear to be passing through some sort of mysterious portal!"

"Ooo, yeah Omi, we're passing through the mystic portal, into a different dimension!" Raimundo commented, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Unfortunately, Omi was immune to sarcasm, at least most of the time.

"Really?" he queried. Raimundo growled, extremely annoyed, and slapped his hand to his forehead in response. Hearing this, Kimiko accidentally let an amused, mirthful giggle slip out from between her lips. But, when Raimundo noticed this and looked her way with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smirk playing on his lips, she responded with a heated glare, elbowing him sharply in the ribs.

"Oi!(2) There is no way in hell a girl like you should be able to hit so hard!" he whined miserably, clutching his side in pain.

"Just suck it up, Rai," she replied simply, with a sly smirk and a wink in his direction, deliberately sashaying in front of the boys and placing herself as the leader of their little group. Raimundo merely gawked at her in partly astonishment and partly surprise, his mouth agape, for once at a loss for words. Clay chuckled dryly beside him, as Omi furrowed his brows in confusion and touched his head thoughtfully.

"I do not understand. Suck up what?" Raimundo sighed heavily for what seemed the millionth time that day, and rolled his eyes up toward the heavens, "This is gonna be the longest plane trip ever..."

"I gotcha there, pardner." Clay confirmed, as they looked for the correct seat numbers on the plane.

Raimundo was totally right, for once. Kimiko had somehow gotten stuck sitting next to Omi for the entire flight; she usually adored the cute little monk, but sitting next to him for several hours in a confined seating area was just too much. Fortunately, since Omi currently had his face plastered up against the window and was staring out happily at the wispy clouds that were passing fleetingly by, she had a brief respite from his bombardment of questions and naive misuse of slang. She instead contented herself with IM-ing Raimundo, who was seated directly in front of her, blocked from her view by the plane chair, so that they couldn't have a proper conversation face-to-face.

Dragon of Fire: Nanika atta, Rai-chan?(3)

Dragon of Wind: Nada, Voce?(4)

Dragon of Fire: Kotonashi,(5) that is, unless you count being annoyed by Omi, being bored, being tired, and did I mention being annoyed by Omi? I'm starting to wish we were back at the temple!

Dragon of Wind: At least you aren't stuck sitting next to the cowboy...

With perfect timing, at exactly this point in their conversation, a deafening, rumbling snore rose from the immobile Clay, (who had been asleep since ten minutes after sitting down) as if to prove Raimundo's point.

Dragon of Wind: Veja?(6)

Dragon of Fire: Un...Rai-chan, Zannen desu (7) about earlier...

Dragon of Wind: Sim, de nada, (8) besides, I know you were just PMS-ing!

Dragon of Fire: NANI!(9)

Dragon of Wind: Is it 'that time of month' again, Kimiko?

Dragon of Fire: If your seat wasn't separating us, I would soooooo kill you right now!

Dragon of Wind: There you go again...

Dragon of Fire: RAIMUNDO PEDROSA!

Dragon of Wind: Bem, bem...Desculpe!(10) No need to get all 'fired' up!

Dragon of Fire: Baka...

Dragon of Wind: I may be an idiot, but I'm a cute idiot...am I right, Kimi?

Dragon of Fire: Kawaii? Iie. Baka? Hai.(11)

Dragon of Wind: You burn me real deep, Kimi...

Dragon of Fire: You know, that nickname is starting to get really annoying...

Dragon of Wind: Deveras?(12) You know you love it!

Dragon of Fire: grrrrrr...Not r

Dragon of Wind: Kimiko?

Dragon of Fire: Greetings, Raimundo my friend!

Dragon of Wind: Uhhhh...Omi? Is that you?

Dragon of Fire: Yes! It is most definitely me! I am very...stoked...as you would say! This "plane" has tripped!

Dragon of Wind: Omi, it's trippen'...At least you're getting better at slang...sort of.

Kimiko peered over Omi's shoulder curiously as he typed away earnestly on her PDA; somehow, throughout the course of their conversation, she had unwillingly surrendered her PDA to Omi's clutches. After a few moments, she gratefully stole it back, smiling at the playful banter between Omi and Raimundo during her absence.

Dragon of Fire: Konnichiwa,(13) again.

Dragon of Wind: Is the little yellow monk gone?

Dragon of Fire: Un...

Kimiko paused for a moment and smiled warmly down at their responses on the glowing screen, thinking. During the past few weeks, Raimundo and she had decided to start speaking phrases of their native language when they were around each other, to teach each other their language; hers being Japanese, and his being Brazilian Portuguese. As a result, whenever they chatted, Japanese and Portuguese meshed together and became a different language altogether. She was abruptly awoken from her thoughts by another thundering snore from Clay, and clutched her forehead in annoyance. I really hope we land soon so I can get off this plane, she thought. Then, a message popped up on her PDA...

Dragon of Wind: Oi! Do you have something I can stuff down the cowboy's throat to shut him up?

She responded to his request by taking out a handkerchief, reaching over the seat, and dropping it abruptly on top of Raimundo's spiky brown hair.

Dragon of Fire: There...I wasn't really planning on getting it covered in Clay drool, but whatever works, I guess...

Dragon of Wind: Obrigado, (14) You didn't have to mess up my perfect hair though!

Kimiko rolled her eyes in exasperation and smiled quietly to herself as she heard Clay's deafening snores being muffled by her handkerchief.

Dragon of Fire: Perfect? You are sooooo vain! You're anything but perfect!

Dragon of Wind: Mim?(15) What about you? You're not little-miss-perfect!

Dragon of Fire: Actually, Rai-chan, you're mistaken. I just so happen to be perfect.

Dragon of Wind: Give me a break...

Kimiko giggled harmoniously; it was so much fun teasing him and messing with his head sometimes, even though it was always he who did the most teasing. He always knew exactly how to annoy and aggravate her, which buttons to push; that was why they were almost constantly locked in a battle of wills. The flight attendant's professional voice resounded over a nearby speaker, "The captain has turned on the seatbelt alert sign; please fasten your seatbelts, secure your belongings, and prepare for landing. Thank you for flying with us, and have a great visit to the Golden State!"

"I do not understand. What does she mean, 'thank you for flying with us'? We have not been doing any of the flying! And what is a 'Golden State'? Omi queried to Kimiko, puzzled.

"The Golden State is California, Omi. Just fasten your seatbelt,we're finally landing!" she replied with an air of anticipation.

"Mmph...MMPH!" was heard coming from the direction of the row ahead of her; she correctly assumed that Clay had awoken, only to find a handkerchief stuffed inside his mouth. "Raimundo pardner! What was that there for!" Clay demanded after removing the offensive handkerchief, now covered in saliva. Raimundo merely chuckled wildly from the look that appeared on Clay's face when he returned from slumber.

"Oh, it was nothing, Clay, just that your snoring was creating some mild turbulence for the plane, and the captain came back here and asked us to keep you quiet." retorted Kimiko in Raimundo's place, with a snide smirk.

"Good one, Kimi! I couldn't have said it any better! I'm so proud of you!" Raimundo praised after he recovered from his hysterical laughing, and holding up his hand for a high-five.

"Un, un..." she responded with sarcasm, returning his high-five with a rather...forceful slap, and relishing with satisfaction his grumble of "Ow!" as he rubbed his sore hand.

"I'm sorry y'all. It's just that I felt like was rode hard and put up wet." Clay muttered apologetically.

"What? Why can't anyone speak normally! Could we get a translator here?" was Raimundo's confused response.

"I think he means that he was exhausted." Kimiko supplied with a shrug. Over time, she had become an expert at translating Omi and Clay's sayings.

"Gee, Kimiko, you're as handy as hip pockets on a hog!" Clay remarked.

"I'll just take that as a compliment..." she commented, uncertainly.

"Look, my friends! We are approaching our destination! The Golden State!" Omi interrupted. Kimiko scooted closer to the window in order to see what Omi saw; a city bustling and brimming with action and excitement, shimmering brightly and reflecting the dazzling sunlight. The unknown was waiting, just below her, on the horizon, just waiting for her to reach out and take hold of this new adventure that was ahead in her future. Awestruck, her sapphire eyes filled with the glorious sunlight, and a wonderful fluttery feeling stirred in the pit of her stomach as the plane descended, cascading through pillars of wispy, fluffy clouds and cutting sharply through a brilliantly blue sky.

(End of extremely long flashback)

Returning from her reverie of the past days' events, Kimiko sighed with contentment and closed her heavy-lidded eyes dreamily, the magenta and gold-hued sunset warmly embracing her beautiful features. Could it possibly be any more perfect than this, she pondered to herself, drifting slowly away from reality into blissful daydreams. Apparently, she had spoken too soon; mere seconds after this thought had crossed her mind, she was sprayed with a faceful of gritty sand. Kimiko looked up with an unspoken fury that would have terrified any mortal being to death, and her eyes, dancing with fuming, burning flames, met with the sight of a familiar tan, cocky Brazilian, clad in swimming trunks and grasping a newly waxed surfboard.

An infuriated scream was heard echoing across the California coast:"RAIMUNDO!"

A/N: I've added in snippets of Japanese and Portuguese just to spice things up a little bit. If I've messed up the languages at all, I'm sorry, it's probably just a typo or spelling mistake.

1)Baka: idiot

2) Oi: In this case, it means, Hey!

3) Nanika atta, Rai-chan?: What's up, Rai? -chan is an honorific that is used to refer to friends.

4)Nada, Voce?:Nothing, you?

5)Kotonashi: Nothing

6) Veja?:See?

7)Zannen desu: I'm sorry

8)Sim, de nada: Yeah, it's nothing.(as in, forget about it)

9)NANI!: WHAT!

10)Bem, bem...Desculpe!: OK, OK, I'm sorry!

11)Kawaii? Iie. Baka? Hai.: Cute? No. Idiot? Yes.

12)Deveras?: Really?

13)Konnichiwa: Hello

14)Obrigado: Thank you

15)Mim?: Me?

Also, Un: Yeah

Well, that's the first chapter! Was it good or crap? Let me know! Oh, and if anyone is wondering, "What if there's a new Shen-gong-Wu revealed while they're on vacation?" there won't be, because...um...they used the Crystal Glasses to gaze into the future and see that the next Wu won't be revealed until they return. Heh heh...Luv ya! -Jewel