TITLE: Happy Birthday, Wuya!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the character or the show.
RATING: Kinda Rish

CONTENT: Language, Drunkenness, and Sexual Situations

SPOILERS: None

NOTES: My first Xiaolin Showdown fanfic! Yay! In this fic, Jack has the Golden Tiger Claws for the sake of comedy. Also, I haven't been a fan of this show for that long, so if I got one or some things wrong, please forgive me. Thank you!

"Do witches have birthdays?" Jack asked himself as he went over his 'evil' plans to defeat the Xiaolin monks, get all the Shen Gong Wus, and get the respect from all the evil people he knows. Scratching the back of his red head, Jack fell back into a chair that one of his robots rolled over to him before he fell on the hard floor, and start crying like a baby...again. Sighing for the millionth time, Jack pushed the plans to the side, and turned his attention to his laptop. He turned the thin laptop on, and grinned when the first thing he saw after the computer finished booting up was different images of Kimiko spread all over the desktop. Some of her doing random things at the temple, shots of her fighting his robots in her cool outfits, and hairstyles, and finally some of her in some short outfits that can make any straight man have a nose bleed.

Well, Omi was the only one that didn't get the nose bleed because he didn't understand why she would dress that way to impress some guys. Not knowing what he was saying, Omi shouted his opinion about her was dressing like Japanese hooker because she wanted to get Rai's attention. Sadly, the small yellow boy was beaten up by Kimiko, and was burn at areas that won't be mention at this time.

Rai had no comments

Laughing that for once that he wasn't in the path of some woman's wraith, Jack started to search on the Internet for an answer to his question. After a few hours of looking witches web pages, and some lesbians sites, Jack threw up his hands in anger and he pushed himself away from the screen. "Damnit! You would think that the Internet would have some kind of answer about witches having birthdays. I mean, there's sites with people peeing on underage kids, but nothing on witches having birthdays!" he shouted. He rose from his seat, and walked over to the laptop to turn it off, but one of his online buddies popped up.

NumberOneSexGod: Hey!

EvilBoyGenius: Hey! What's up?

NumberOneSexGod: Nothing. Just chillin' :)

EvilBoyGenius: Cool. Hey! I have a question

NumberOneSexGod: Okay. What is it?

EvilBoyGenius: I know this chick for a while, but I never found out her birthday because she didn't want me to know how old she is. Anyway, not to be rude, I want to give her a gift, but what?

NumberOneSexGod: Women problems? Don't worry, Jack. I think I know the perfect gift to give a chick anytime

EvilBoyGenius: Chocolate?

NumberOneSexGod: ...That, and also some wine. She is of age, right?

EvilBoyGenius: Trust me. She's old enough to drink. LOL!

NumberOneSexGod: LOL! Anyway, since you're not old enough to buy liquor, make some! You're a genius, right?

EvilBoyGenius: Yeah! But, how do you make wine?

NumberOneSexGod: It's simple. I can tell you.

Jack grabbed a notepad, and started to write down all the things that are needed in wine, and how to make it.

EvilBoyGenius: Thanx: p I owe you

NumberOneSexGod: No problem

They both signed off at the same time, and Jack started to make his homemade wine right away. Elsewhere, a certain evil bean smiled at his computer screen. Images of what could happen after Jack gives Wuya that wine made his day.

"Golden Tiger Claws!" a hole shaped in a tiger slash appeared out of no where in the air. Peeping his head out of the purple portal, Jack was happy that he made it in the castle where Wuya stayed with Chase Young, and he wasn't notice yet. He walked out of the portal, making it seal up, and looked around his surrounding. The room was designed to a woman's touch. Figuring that this is Wuya's room, he tip toeing across the room, Jack removed the tall bottle of the wine he made a few hours ago, and place it on the end table by her bed. "Happy birthday, Wuya." whispered Jack, giving the black bottle a kiss. He shouted the name of the shen gong wu, he disappeared into the same portal.

It wasn't too long since Jack was gone that Wuya walked in. After losing to those damned monks, she was shen gong wu less from her goal to have all of her powers back. She flopped face first on her black silk bed, she mumbled her excuses she was going to use when Chase Young yells at her. Rolling onto her back, Wuya stared at the ceiling. "Damn them. I almost had it! I almost had that little cheese puff! He was going to give up, but his cheering squad had to give him that 'extra boost'. They're just as bad as those other losers in that card game show. I forgot the name. I do remember the lead guy is a short kid with a tall good looking ghost inside of him...what the hell are they showing these kids!" More angry, Wuya sat up, and blasted a plant near her end table. "What? What is this?" she asked as she finally notice the bottle of wine. She grabbed the neck of it, and removed the note on it.

'I know you're teaming up with CY now, but I couldn't stop thinking about the time we had together. Since I don't know your birthday because you never told me, and to show no hard feelings, I had some wine. Happy Birthday..or Happy Early Birthday..or is it Happy Belated Birthday? Whatever! Much evil love!'

-Jack

"That boy," said Wuya, smiling at the bottle. The idiot has useful after all. Maybe some wine would calm her mind, and maybe ease the scolding she would get from Chase. She opened the bottle, then took a sniff. "Oh! Raspberries!" Wuya quickly got up, and left her room.

Surrounded by his lovely cats, Chase sat on his throne, rubbing one cat in his lap with one hand, and using the other hand to rub the one on the right arm rest. Wuya scrolled into the throne room. "Hello Chase."

"You lost a Xiaolin Showdown, and now you come in here to beg for my forgiven, Wuya?" Without lifting his head up to look at the powerful witch, he smirked as he knew the comment would put a sour expression on her dark beautiful face.

Wuya gave him a bitter look, but held her tongue. She maybe powerful, but not as powerful like Chase. Well, not yet at least. Forcing a smile, Wuyu walked closer to Chase. "Yes, it's true. I was beaten by the monks, and I am sorry for my failure." she told him a soft tone.

"I would say 'Don't let it happen again.', but due to your track number, it would be a waste," He finally raised his head, shadows covering the left side of his face, giving him a beautiful eerie look to him. "Maybe you and Spicer belong together after all." he finished with that same smirk on his face. The cats at his side looked at Wuya like they were mocking her as well.

Wuya jumped back like he hit her hard in the chest. She bit her tongue a little harder, tasting some of her blood. Putting back the fake smile, Wuya held out the bottle. "Speaking of Spicer, he gave me to bottle of wine. I thought maybe you like to take a drink with me."

Chase raised an eyebrow and said, "I don't drink. I can't get drunk." He looked back down at the cat on his lap.

"Don't matter. Just drink with me anyway," purred Wuya. Seeing that Chase wasn't giving in, she sighed. "It's raspberry flavored." she added.

That made Chase glanced up with sparkles in his eyes. He thanked the shadows for hiding the small joy on his face. Remaining cool, he cleared his throat. "Raspberries," he replied. Taking the cat from his lap, and putting it on the floor, he stood up. "In that case, I would like to take a drink or two." he told her. He walked past Wuya to exit out of the room. He looked over at her. "Are you coming or not?"

"Yes! Coming, Chase!" Wuya quickly answered. Spinning on the balls of her bare feet, Wuya jogged over to the still walking Chase.

Okay!

What you think about my first Xiaolin Showdown story? Like it, hate it, want to give some advise? It don't matter to me. Like I say before, I wasn't really into the show until a few months ago, so I don't know 'all the right things'. So, don't flame me because I didn't get a tiny thing right.

See ya!