"You have one week, then you're coming home". Those words replayed in her head as she sat in the cherry tree, feeling the wind in her hair. It could be said that her father was disappointed when I wasn't named Shoku warrior, but I never thought he would take it this far. I was happy for Raimundo when he was named leader and how far he had come since first arriving at the Temple. Kimiko couldn't deny her attraction to the Dragon of Wind, but would never admit it to others; over the weeks from the Xiaolin vs. Heylin battle (A.N. where the series ended) Raimundo became more and more like a leader. He became calmer in battles directing everyone and coming up with plans that would bring Omi to shame. But as this was happening Kimiko found that she was spending less and less time with Raimundo. He would always be the first awake and the last to go to bed and always seemed to have special one-on-one training with Mater Fung, he never had time to talk or play Goo Zombies with her or anyone for that matter. She was beginning to think that the Rai that she once liked, the prankster-loving joker, was gone. But know that doesn't matter now because even if Raimundo does like me...it would be too late. Dad never really approved of me going to the Temple, he only agreed because I 'accidentally' burnt down half the house. But even then he would always email me and give me pointers on becoming the best and how to be a winner or he would phone me and say that i wasn't trying hard enough and if i was i would have mastered my element and defeated Wuya and Chase by now. Sometimes it would end in a shouting match and it cause disruption in my training and then I would lose a showdown and then the whole cycle would start again. But, me not getting the Shoku position was apparently the last straw and I had enough time to prove myself, and I had failed. Now I had to say goodbye to the place I had called home for over 4 years now, to the people I had considered family... or something more. A tear made its way down my face, and i quickly wiped it away even after 4 years I still didn't want any of the boys to see me cry, i needed to be strong. Me, still wrapped up in my thoughts didn't hear the rustle of bushes or the wind whistling in my ear, finding its way to my hair and whipping it around my head, blearing my vision. As i tried to tame my wild hair, two pairs of feet landed on the branch I was currently occupying, i recognised them immediately.
"Go away, Raimundo" i said, my voice cracking. He crossed his arms and bent down to my level.
"No, not until you explain what happened at the showdown" he said his voice filled with determination and confidence. I quickly looked away, unable to look him in the eye.