Disclaimer;
Hi folks, this is your friendly neighborhood Darth Maud-dib here reminding you all that I still do not own Xiaolin Showdown and I did not create it. I would also like to inform you that I categorically deny any accusations suggesting that I had anything to do with that cat exploding. It is my opinion that the cat stuffed the stick of T.N.T up its own butt before attempting to light its own fart.
Dramatis Personae
Clay bailey (Dragon of Earth)
Omi (Dragon of Water)
Kimiko Tohomiko (Dragon of Fire)
Raimundo Pedrosa (Dragon of Wind)
Jack Flaherty (The Fox)
Kaname Braddock (The Tyrant)
Kurtz Winchester (The Brash)
Winifred Testarossa (The Brain)
Ada Lebeau (The Proper)
Kashim Tianjin (The Battlebrand)
Gendo Darcia (The Invincible)
The Seven Guns
By Darth Maud-dib
"Sir, we've arrived at your destination." A gentleman in a gray suit quickly opened the limo door and bowed his head as a middle aged man of European descent stepped out onto the sidewalk.
"Not quite what I expected." The middle aged man glanced around while buttoning his brown suite jacket and took in the scene before him. Teenagers in school uniforms strolled passed on both sides of the street. Children were running in and out of comic shops or candy stores while older kids entered or exited rowdy arcades. The smell of roasted chicken, baking donuts, and other food's permeated the air. It all made for an interesting sight but what held his attention was the large building in front of him. Modeled after an American diner, this particular restaurant was known for being popular with teenagers from the local high schools.
Adjusting his black tie, the man strode confidently over to the double doors and pushed them open. The restaurant was buzzing with activity as people talked amongst themselves or ate their food. Rosewood tables were positioned on the right side of the room while a mahogany bar and the kitchen were on the left. Rhythmic music rose from a wide stairwell next to the bar that led to a basement level. A small arcade could be seen in the back while a spiral staircase reached up to a large balcony that over looked the main portion of the restaurant.
"Good evening sir and welcome to Serenity." A seventeen year old girl with a French accent walked over to him and bowed politely. She had short blond hair and wore a short burgundy dress with black stockings and shoes. "If you would please follow me." With a polite smile the girl turned and led him up the spiral staircase to the balcony where he saw two couches placed on either side of an ivory coffee table. A flat screen television hung on the side wall while three comfortable looking chairs sat against the opposite wall. "Your guest, sir."
"Thank you Ada," the young man replied as the girl stepped over to his side, behind a hand carved mahogany desk. The man was dressed in an expensive looking white shirt with a black vest and dark blue tie. His white hair was slicked back while his cold eyes conveyed a sense of confidence that was usually found in men twice his age. "Have a seat."
"So you are the Gendo Darcia I've heard so much about." The middle aged man smiled and took the seat opposite of the eighteen year old man. "I expected a man of your reputation to be a bit… older."
"Appearances can deceive my friend. As you've undoubtedly gleamed from my reputation, my associates and I can handle any job provided the price is worth our time."
"The first installment has already been transferred into your account and the second shall follow once your task in done."
Gendo leaned back in his chair and smiled. "You have not yet told me what this job is, nor have you bothered to mention your name."
"Some things are better not said over the internet. I am Mikos, and there is a temple outside of this city that is home to four monks. I want them removed from my path."
"We are not petty thugs. If all you want is a hit, then you are wasting my time." Gendo narrowed his eyes and glared at him.
"I do not want you to kill them. I only need them brought to me; also these monks have certain items that have a great deal of value." Mikos smiled, remembering the last time he witnessed the powers of the monks.
"This job of yours seems simple enough," Gendo replied after a moment. "You shall have your monks in a few days."
"Excellent, I'll be in touch." Mikos laughed coldly as he stood and started towards the stairs. Soon I shall be back on the path to unimaginable glory as is the birthright of all in my family.
(-)
A cool breeze blew over the Xiaolin temple causing a few puffy white clouds to drift lazily over the afternoon sun. Raimundo stood next to Kimiko and Master Fung while Omi struggled to capture his allusive pray.
"I have you now, Lasso Boa Boa." Omi grinned as he twirled the Wu over his head then flung it forward to ensnare the tattered training dummy a few feet away. The lasso coiled around the dummy's neck but when Omi went to pull it back, he put to much force into the motion and snapped the head clean off. A burst of laughter erupted from Raimundo Kimiko as they saw the shocked look on Omi's face while the dummy's head crashed into his forehead.
"Way to use the old brain pan Omi," Raimundo laughed.
"That was not my fault. I was blinded by the sun and the wind threw off my aim." Omi shook his head angrily. "Clearly this Wu is defective."
"No need ta get sore jus' 'cause you're no good with a rope." Clay smiled down at the annoyed monk.
"You did not do any better using the Sword of the Storm," Omi retorted as he walked over towards Master Fung.
"He's got a point," Kimiko said plainly before taking a few steps forward. "You did blow two training dummies into orbit."
"Ain't my fault that Wu don' have any control," Clay stated. "I hardly see the point of this exercise anyway."
"The point is that you have all become too comfortable with your customary Shen Gong Wu," Master Fung explained calmly. "Although mastering Shen Gong Wu that are complementary with your elements is necessary to your training, you must also learn to use ones that are unfamiliar to you."
"I see, but how can we expect Kimiko to wield my Wu?" Omi looked from Master Fung to Kimiko. She is just a girl and according to my ancient guide to females, she…"
"I'm gonna string you up by your ankles and use your head as a piñata if you finish that sentence." Kimiko stormed over towards Omi and stared down menacingly at him. "And didn't I burn that book of yours?"
"You did indeed but fortunately I have another."
"You know I'm gonna find it and burn it right?"
"You may try."
"Anyway, prepare to be impressed boys. Orb of Tornami." Kimiko aimed the Wu at the headless dummy but her only response was a small stream of water and the laughter of Clay and Raimundo. "Oh come on; why won't this thing work?" Growling angrily, she began to shake the Wu around before holding it up to eye level.
"Um, if Elmer Fudd has taught me anything, it's that you probably shouldn't hold that near your face." Raimundo started forward but an angry look from Kimiko stopped him in mid step.
"Shut up Rai." Kimiko returned her attention back to the Wu only to get blasted by a large stream of water.
"See?" Omi asked with a laugh.
"See what? Huh, what do you see Omi?" Kimiko stormed back towards him and shoved the orb into his hands.
"I was merely pointing out how that could have happened to anyone," Omi replied with a nervous laugh.
Raimundo shrugged then flashed a cocky smile as he held up the Star Hanabi. "My turn."
"You think you can do better than we did?" Kimiko asked.
"I know I can."
"Okay, then hit me with your best shot." Kimiko grinned devilishly before taking a step back.
"You're on girl."
"Come on partner. I don' see this ending well." Clay quickly led Omi over towards Master Fung.
"Star Hanabi." Raimundo activated the Wu hoping to launch a fireball right passed her head, but to his surprise a large wave of fire shot forward and swallowed Kimiko. A sense of worry shot through him as he quickly deactivated the Wu and raced towards Kimiko. "Kimiko!"
"Relax." The flames quickly dissipated to reveal a smiling Kimiko. "Dragon of Fire, remember? Fire doesn't really hurt me."
"I, I knew that," Raimundo stated quickly and let out a sigh of relief.
"So cute when you worry." Kimiko winked as she adjusted her hair. "And thanks for drying me off."
"I see that there is still much that we must work on, but for now let us take a break and see what Dojo has prepared for lunch." Master Fung motioned for the others to follow and headed towards the kitchen.
"Lunch, my favorite kind of trainin'." Clay licked his lips.
"I thought dinner was your favorite kind of training?" Raimundo asked with a grin. Slipping the Star Hanabi into his pocket, Raimundo turned to follow master Fung but stopped when he saw a tall young man, maybe seventeen years old, standing on the courtyard wall. "Were we expecting company?"
"This'll be easier than I thought if all I gotta do is take out you four wimps." The man on the wall spoke with a German accent and had a deep scar over his left eye. He was dressed in all black with wild short black hair. "Why don't you make this easy and hand over those Shen Ging Pu things."
"Who are you?" Clay demanded.
"I am the Sixth Gun of Jindai High, the Brash Kurtz Winchester." Laughing slightly, the man leapt off the wall and landed a few feet away from Clay. "Now fork over those Shen Sing Gu or endure a humiliating defeat!"
"Wow, someone else besides Omi actually says that?" Raimundo mused softly.
"It is you who will suffer the humiliating defeat!" Omi crouched down in a low fighting stance.
"Then come on. All at once or one at a time, I'll take you all on." Kurtz shot forward and nailed Clay with a right hook that sent him tumbling backwards and caused him to drop the Sword of the Storm. He then turned towards Kimiko and threw a roundhouse kick at her but she ducked under the attack only to be caught with a spinning back fist. Maintaining his momentum, Kurtz moved in the direction of Raimundo and flung two quick left jabs, which he blocked easily then ducked under a right hook.
Raimundo smiled as he rose and aimed an uppercut at Kurtz's jaw but to his surprise, Kurtz drove a knee into his gut then hit him with an elbow that caused him to crash into Kimiko. Pushing aside the pain that throbbed in his head, Raimundo slowly rose to one knee and helped Kimiko up. "He's stronger than he looks."
Kimiko rubbed her jaw for a second then glanced over at Raimundo. "Yeah but we can take him."
Raimundo smirked then returned his attention to Kurtz. Omi had just landed a harsh kick and was using his speed to press his advantage. Throwing punch after punch, Omi slowly forced Kurtz back towards the wall then jumped up for a heel kick. Kurtz ducked under the attack and moved forward attempting to put some distance between himself and Omi; however Omi used the wall to spring backward and hit him with a dropkick. Landing lightly on his feet, Omi stood ready to attack as Kurtz fell back onto the grass.
"Judolette Flip, fire." Kimiko rushed forward and flipped over their fallen opponent but as she did she flung two fireballs at him. Kurtz quickly rolled out of the way before scrambling to his feet. Just as he got to his feet, Clay grabbed him by the shoulder, spun him around, and punched him square on the jaw.
"That'll make us even for the sucker punch." Clay stomped his foot onto the ground and a grass fist shot up from under Kurtz and hit him on the chest.
"Orb of Tornami, ice." Omi held up his favored Wu and shot an ice sickle at the staggering warrior.
Picking up the Sword of the Storm, Raimundo stepped over to where Kurtz had fallen. "You ready to give up or should we keep beating on you?"
"Those weapons of yours pack a punch, but this ain't over yet." Kurtz slowly rolled to a kneeling position and glared at the four monks who now circled around him. Springing forward, he flung a fist full of dirt at Kimiko and Omi then quickly drove an elbow into Clay's temple. Raimundo tried to use the sword to blow him back but Kurtz grabbed the hilt, punched him in the ribs, and knocked the Wu loose before kneeing him again. "You can bet we'll meet again and when we do I'll be sure to beat all of you."
Recovering from blow to the ribs, Raimundo looked up in time to see Kurtz sprint to the wall and leap over. Pushing aside the pain in is stomach; Raimundo glanced over at his friends. "You guys okay?"
"I'll be fine." Kimiko nodded while rubbing her eyes. "Who was that guy?"
"Looks like we can add another name to the list of deranged psycho's after our Wu," Clay stated.
"Like we need another one of those." Raimundo replied dryly.
(-)
Pushing open one of the door's to Serenity, Kurtz quickly made his way through the main room and headed up to the balcony. Once he reached the top he spotted Gendo sitting behind his desk eating a large strawberry sundae with Ada standing to his right.
"Back so soon?"
Kurtz turned towards the direction of smooth voice and noticed a young man with short brown hair lying on one of the couches. He was wearing black boots, black pants, and a custom made brown tunic with long baggy sleeves. "Shut up Fox."
"Oh why so serious?" Fox opened one of his eyes and grinned.
"Since I don't see four monks I'll assume you failed." Gendo sat the spoon in the bowl and leaned back in his chair.
"There were four of 'em and they had magical weapons and…"
"And the Brash One rushed in without observing the situation first," Fox interrupted with a laugh.
"Shut up Fox," Kurtz spat over his shoulder then looked back at Gendo. "I'm telling you boss, they weren't ordinary monks."
"Interesting, from what our client told me I figured these monks to be an easy target, but if they managed to defeat you they must have some skill." Gendo paused for a moment to swallow a spoonful of ice cream.
"I wasn't defeated; I was just caught off guard. Next time I'll take 'em all out for sure." Kurtz clapped his fist into his hand.
"You'll have your chance but I think it best if we proceed more cautiously." Gendo turned to face Ada. "Take Fox and Kurtz and return to the temple. I'm sure you'll be able to ascertain the information our client neglected to mention."
"As you wish, sir." Ada nodded her head then started towards the stairs.
Fox rolled off the couch with a sigh and followed Ada down the staircase. "What do you wanna do after we're done with this?"
"Let's hit up the arcade," Kurtz replied. "I heard one of those punks from Garracyama High is tryin' to beat my score on Pac-man."
"Whatever."
(-)
The sun had just finished setting by the time Kurtz and his compatriots reached the outer doors of the Xiaolin temple. A cool breeze blew over them as Kurtz tried to listen for any signs that they had been noticed. "Time to crack some skulls."
Kurtz started to kick the door open but was stopped by Ada. "Wait. Charging in blindly will not help us achieve our objective."
"My only objective is to pommel them monks 'til they cry uncle." Kurtz clenched his fist.
"Pommel those monks," Ada corrected. "You will still have your chance but before you rush in, allow Fox and I a few minutes."
"So you got a plan."
"The lady always has a plan Brash Boy and I know what it is," Fox stated with a laugh. "So just wait a couple minutes then kick in the door."
"You got it," Kurtz agreed.
"After you Ms. Lebeau." Fox stepped aside to let her pass.
Ada let a slight smile slip through her usual cold demeanor as she started down the wall. "Thank you. Now if only Kurtz could learn the proper way to treat a lady."
"He's only doing it so he don't step on a booby trap," Kurtz called after them as they disappeared into the darkness. As the minutes slowly passed by Kurtz began cracking his knuckles in anticipation. Figuring that he had waited long enough, he charged forward and thrust kicked the large wooden door open before storming inside. "Alright you rotten lousy little monks, get out here so I can give you the beatings I promised!" Kurtz smiled, expecting to see the monks charge out to meet him but the only one in front of him was a tiny green dragon who was staring bug-eyed at him with a coffee mug.
"Um, Omi I think it's for you." The dragon dropped his mug just as Omi stepped into view and dived into his robe.
"Prepare to be defeated again." Omi rushed towards Kurtz.
"Not this time pal." Kurtz met his advance with a swift kick only to have it parried. Omi retaliated with four quick punches, all of which he managed to block but a kick to the gut managed to slip in. As Kurtz stumbled back, Omi jumped up and threw a punch aimed at his jaw. Seeing the attack coming, Kurtz blocked the blow and countered with a harsh uppercut. Not giving Omi a chance to recover, he grabbed him by the sides of his head and drove a knee into the young monks face. A sense of satisfaction rushed through him as he looked down at Omi. "No one can withstand the overwhelming power of the Brash Sixth Gun."
"This fight ain' over yet."
Kurtz turned towards the sound of the voice just in time to see Clay hurl a large fist into his cheek. A sharp pain shot through Kurtz as he fell back and rolled to his feet. "You're gonna pay for the cheap shot."
"I reckon we're 'bout even for earlier." Clay tipped his hat while another monk came running into view. "Stay out of this Rai, I got me a score ta settle with this underhanded varmint."
Kurtz shot forward and ducked under a punch from Clay only to have his own fist block. Keeping his momentum, Kurtz spun and threw a back fist followed by a string of jabs or hooks. He managed to score a couple of good shots but to his surprise, Clay stood his ground and retaliated with a right left combo followed by a clothesline. Shaking off the jabs, Kurtz barely ducked under the clothesline before subsequently hitting Clay with a back elbow. A smile of satisfaction spread across his face as he turned to see Clay falling forwards, however his smile instantly faded when Clay caught himself with his hands and mule kicked him on the chest.
Clay spun around and drove his right fist into the ground while Kurtz struggled to regain his breath. "Fist of the Terrain Soil." Clay pulled his hand out of the dirt to reveal a massive fist made of grass and dirt. A wave of distress washed over Kurtz but before he had time to react, Clay bounded over and struck with one swift motion. His body felt like it had just been smashed by a boulder however somehow he managed to stay on his feet only to have Clay grab him by the shirt and drive the oversized fist into his gut. Feeling the air rush out of his lungs, Kurtz tried to pull away from Clay but he held his grip, reached back, and landed one final blow to the head.
The strike sent a fresh wave of pain through his body while Kurtz tumbled backwards and slammed into the temple wall. Slowly, Kurtz used the wall to get back to his feet and spit out a mouth full of dirt as he glared at the three monks. "This ain't over."
"Looks like it is Brash Boy." Kurtz looked up and spotted Fox standing on roof above the monks. "The fat lady's on stage and she's already hummed a few bars."
"Looks like this clown brought a friend." Raimundo moved forward to get a better view of Fox, followed by the other monks.
"Who are you?" Omi asked.
"I might be the son of a millionaire." Fox tucked his hands into his sleeves then flip over the monks and landed lightly on his feet in front of Kurtz. "Or I may be the sprite of Saint Clause reborn."
"Whoever you are you're about to get your butt kicked." Raimundo took up his fighting stance along with Omi.
"I highly doubt that." Fox flashed a smile as he pulled his hands from his sleeves and held up a small silver capsule. "For you should never want for a fox to chase all over the glen."
"What?" Clay stared over at Fox with a blank look."
"It means don't mess with me, I'm more than you can handle." Fox shook his head then threw the capsule into the ground causing it to explode and release a large cloud of smoke. "Tell next time." As the cloud of smoke spread, Fox quickly turned, grabbed Kurtz by the arm, and hauled him over the wall.
Sticking to the shadows, Kurtz ran along side Fox as they made their way around the outer wall. "Aren't we going to finish them?"
"Nope, we're done for the night," Fox called over his shoulder.
"Where's Ada?"
"She's doing her thing. We just gotta pick up something before we go."
"Gotcha." Kurtz grimaced as he glanced back over towards the temple and forced his anger away, thinking about his next encounter with the monks. I'll be sure to pay you back for this so watch your back cowboy.
(-)
"Wind." With a wave from his hand, Raimundo called a gust of wind and cleared the thick cloud of smoke that surrounded him and his friends. He quickly glanced around hopping to spot the intruders. "Where'd they go?"
"Slippery snake vanished quicker than a pork chop on my Uncle Ned's plate." Clay scratched the back of his head.
Raimundo started to reply but stopped when he heard the sound of running footsteps. He turned around just in time to see Kimiko springing out from around a corner. "Look who decided to join us now that the fight is over."
"Sorry guy's I got held up," Kimiko replied.
"Is it me or do the people that attack us get weirder and weirder?" Dojo asked as he slithered out of Omi's sleeve.
"They do indeed." Omi nodded. "But who exactly are these people?"
"I believe I may know." Master Fung stepped into view and walked over towards Raimundo and the others.
"You know who they are?" Kimiko stared at the old monk in disbelief.
Master Fung nodded. "I did not think much of it when this Kurtz first appeared and was beaten so easily but after seeing his return and observing the ally he brought, I now believe we are dealing with the Seven Guns of Jindai High."
"Who are they?" Raimundo asked.
"I've heard of them." Dojo jumped up on Master Fung's shoulder. "They're a bunch of kids from one of the local schools who enter and win most of the martial arts tournaments around here. Rumor has it they turned mercenary and will take any job for the right price. Makes me wonder who hired them to attack us."
"Five buck's say's it's that no good Jack Spicer," Clay stated.
"If it was Jack then he'd have been here trying to gloat." Raimundo shrugged. "I say we go after these guys and put an end to this now."
"Maybe we should wait until morning." Kimiko looked over at Raimundo.
"Kimiko is right Raimundo," Master Fung agreed. "Rushing off blindly in the dark will only lead to defeat."
"Alright, but tomorrow we go after these guys." Raimundo glanced over to where Fox and Kurtz had escaped and smiled, anticipating the moment when he'd get to see the strength of these Seven Guns.
(A/N)
I have a story coming up that sends the Xiaolin monks to a strange island where they enter a martial arts tournament and compete against 31 other teams. The wining team of the tournament will receive one wish from a being of immense power.
Given the nature of this story, I'm going to need a lot of characters to fill my roster of teams so if you're interested I would love to borrow OC's from my readers and other authors. In each chapter that an OC appears I'll name the author who created him/her and make sure proper credit is given.
I plan to have a great deal of audience participation in this story; so if you want to let me borrow one or more of your OC's just PM or email me the following info; the characters name, alliance (good or evil), age, gender, country of origin/current location, appearance, fighting style/ abilities, and back-story (I may need to slightly alter the back story to fit this story, but I'll try to stay as true to your version as possible.) If I due use your character I'll PM/ e-mail you to let you know.