When Worlds Collide
Jack was tired. He had just failed another showdown. Fuck why couldn't he just win ONE?! This one was for a Wu called the Veil Cutter, and they had no clue what it did because their stupid little scroll didn't tell them. Pedrosa was bragging over his win, even though he'd cheated something awful. It was supposed to be a race of smarts, not brute force! He couldn't even follow the rules of a stupid showdown! So much for being "Good and just." Jack was just about to activate his helipack and head home when Pedrosa decides to activate the Wu. It sliced through the air, leaving a bright green and red tear in its wake. They all paused, staring at the tear in confusion, jack with more than a little apprehension. Suddenly, a head of bright red hair and green eyes poked through it, staring at them all for a minute. Then Wuya- for it looked like a young Wuya without the face marks- grinned and popped back out. Seconds later she came through- WERE THOSE XIAOLIN MONK ROBES?! She was definitely wearing the monk's robes. Wow, what alternate universe did she come from?
Behind her, a short bald dark-skinned kid with dark brown eyes in a hat came through, also wearing monk robes. A taller bald kid with marks similar to Omi's on his forehead, and a Spanish looking teen in Shoku Warrior robes came through also. The last was shoved forward by painted nails, attached to one of the weirdest dressed women Jack had ever seen. Wait a minute, is that Kimiko?! Jack was so confused, and only got more confused when a dark haired teen with dragon eye goggles and a very different looking helipack stumbled through, doing a somersault. The reason he'd fallen then came through and jack could not stop staring. It, he, looked like Jack! Tall, more oriental clothes in dark greens with fiery red designs, discreet armor, Fiery red hair in a long ponytail tied at the nape of his neck, porcelain skin and bright ruby red eyes, It definitely looked like a much older Jack Spicer.
This older Jack looked around, analyzing everyone visible, then his eyes locked with Jack's own. He blinked in obvious confusion before he moved to walk over to the other. He was stopped, however, by Pedrosa's yelling.
"What in the hell is going on?!" He screeched. He sounded like a pterodactyl in Jack's opinion. That thought made him snicker. Pedrosa glared at him.
"Somethin' funny Spicer?" He growled. Jack huffed.
"Yeah, you. You sound like a pterodactyl with your pathetic screeching. How about you use your brain for once you overgrown neanderthal who can't even follow the rules of a showdown!" He was sooo done with this shit. He could hear Tomohiko's muttering and snickering, and Omi started laughing loudly at whatever she muttered, and he was so fed up.
He activated his Helipack, he wasn't sticking around to be made fun of, again. If they needed his help they could come crawling like the pathetic losers they were. As he flew off he felt eyes on the back of his head, glancing back once more to find the only one looking at him was the other Jack. He shook it off, focusing on his flying. He looked at his watch. If he hurried he could probably make it to the Road's house before she left for the club. Ugh, today was not the day for this shit. He'd been feeling wrong since this morning but his Wu alarm had gone off and he couldn't go to a showdown as a girl. They'd make fun of him even more, and the unease wasn't that bad before. Now though it was just punching him in the stomach. He felt wrong. More so than usual. He usually used the term Genderfluid, but honestly, he wasn't sure what he was and Genderfluid was the closest he had. Some days he was a boy, some days he was a girl. Some days it was neither, and others were both. Thanks to an invention- created by himself and tested thoroughly obviously, he wouldn't trust anyone else with his ideas- he could shift effortlessly between what he felt. He never went to a showdown as a girl, and he doubted he ever would. Those Xiaolin losers didn't deserve to have any more ammo to hurt him with. He had to go home and change clothes, he thought, looking down at himself in disgust. His were torn and filthy and nowhere near appropriate for a club. He got home, then headed upstairs to his room. Once inside he pressed a button on his watch, feeling his form shift effortlessly as she went into her walk-in closet, humming quietly as she changed into a black corset top, flower patterned lace covered knee-length sleeveless fit-and-flare dress, the collar of which came up to her neck. She slipped on thigh-high black socks with green ribbons laced through the top, then her knee high chunky-heeled cleated sole "Lace-up" biker boots with Red laces, zipping up the hidden Zipper in the back. She hummed to herself, coming out of her closet to go into the bathroom, washing off her "War Paint" and doing her eyeliner and cat eye properly, using a dusky red eyeshadow and a blood red lipstick with a sparkly "Pretty in hibiscus" lipgloss. Now, she was ready. Oh, wait, she had to get the product out of her hair. She'd strip the color tonight, it was dulling. Once she got the hair gel out properly she went back out into her bedroom. She grabbed her purse, tossed her makeup and cell phone in, then headed back downstairs to the front door, signaling for a jackbot to bring the car around front. Finally, she was on her way, being driven to Road's house to meet her friend. She never noticed the Red eyes following her in amazement.
*EDIT: GDI NEVER TRY TO USE FF'S FORMATING TOOLS IT MESSES IT UP SO BAD!
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