Yeah. I am gonna start a NEW ONE. After all those weeks of collecting dust in my old ones, I'm doing another one. I don't think I can handle it, but I just had to put this idea down. It was a really good idea, and I didn't want to forget it. So…enjoy Chapter 1 of Jealous.
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Kimiko, Raimundo and Clay were going to the mall to help Omi act more normal. They weren't sure how Omi would react, but revolutionizing Omi was an exciting thought. They decided to go to a shop that included girl's and boy's clothing, since most clothes shops did, and also because Kimiko said she needed to go on a shopping spree once in a while. So Clay and Raimundo cruised the boy's section while Kimiko walked through the girl's racks. It was a perfect idea.
From the first moment, Omi began shopping with his famous Omi-ness. "What is this horribly ugly black thing? And why is it so furry?" Raimundo rolled his eyes, already frustrated. "Dude, Omi," he said, trying to be patient, "it's called a sweater. And actually, I kinda agree. It is ugly."
"Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom," Clay's accented voice came through as he ran towards the bathroom stalls. Raimundo snorted at Clay's panicky voice. It sounded as if Clay really needed to go badly.
Without noticing it, Raimundo and Omi strolled into the girl's section. Then Raimundo noticed the pink walls and the dresses. "Um…Omi? I think we might be in the wrong section of the clothing store," Raimundo said uneasily. But it was too late. Omi had already found something he wanted.
"Raimundo," Omi said, pausing. "I like this. What is it?"
Raimundo turned to look at the pink ribbons Omi was holding in his hand, and laughed without being able to restrain himself or even think about it. He covered his mouth, and with a big smile on his face said, "Omi, um. Those are kind of…for girls?"
"Oh, yes," Omi said. "But they are very pretty."
"Yeah…well… that's kind of the reason why they're for girls," Raimundo said, gesturing hopelessly. Omi was such a bigheaded loser sometimes, but also kick-butt when he wanted to be. Right now, Omi was on the first side. Raimundo felt a little pity for Omi and the fact that he wanted to walk around with pink ribbons on his head that had no hair to even stick the ribbons on.
"Oh…yes," Omi said, looking disappointed. Raimundo tried to hold back the laughter that was struggling to burst any second. But he knew he had to stay calm for Omi's sake. After all, it wasn't Omi's fault he was brought up in a temple.
Raimundo walked further and found a sweatshirt he thought was cool. He was annoyed when Omi took a look at it and prodded, "Raimundo, what is this? It looks like some kind of upper body…but why is the head dropped back like that? I could never do that."
"Um, Omi? It's called a sweatshirt. And the 'drooped head'? It's called a hood. So there you go. Does that explain it?" Raimundo said, his voice filled with snide. He wasn't going to last much longer if Omi kept asking him stupid things like this. Where was Clay when you really needed him?
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Kimiko was still looking around the shop. So far, all the clothes had been totally dismal. But she was sure she would find something nice. She didn't want to keep wearing her old clothes, and just a week ago her father had sent her a large amount of cash for someone her age- $500. She wasn't going to spend all of it on clothes, but she liked the thought of being at least a couple of new clothes.
She wandered for a while, but still found all the clothes too thick or too lacy to wear. Kimiko sighed, ready to give up and head back. She turned and looked at the last row of clothes to wear. Yes! She made a hand gesture signaling delight and ran over. There were many skirts that matched her color, many sweatshirts and T-shirts that looked great and would definitely fit her. It was perfect timing, really, for them to show up. She was just about to give up, after all.
Kimiko was suddenly aware of footsteps. She turned around to see a girl facing her. The girl had amazingly shiny blond hair, emanating a glow that could have come from the sun, with long yellow strands lay at her shoulders, silky and bright. Her blue eyes looked like the very depth of the ocean itself, with light around the corners, flowing perfectly into the sapphire color. Kimiko gasped at this girl, feeling sure that it was a movie star or a supermodel. She wasn't sure what to say.
The girl merely looked at Kimiko for a few seconds, then sniffed. A look of disapproval filled the cerulean eyes, and the girl opened her mouth for the first time. "Who are you? That skirt you're holding in your arms, it's so out-of-fashion."
Kimiko's temper flared. Even if that girl was a movie star… "Look who's talkin'! Why are you wearing a bikini out here? What are you, some stripper?"
"Don't talk to me that way!" The girl said angrily. She slammed her bag onto Kimiko's amazed face. Kimiko recoiled immediately, stepping back. She was stunned. What was wrong with this girl?
"What's your problem, you loser?" Kimiko retorted angrily, still touching the spot where the purse had hit her. She winced. It hurt a lot.
"I just told you not to talk to me like that!" the girl repeated, whacking Kimiko with the bag again. "For your information, you ugly little girl, I'm Katrina Sanders, and I'm the richest and coolest and prettiest girl here!"
"You're obnoxious, that's what you are," Kimiko said. The girl gave her a flaming look and walked away with her nose hung high. Kimiko would have laughed if she weren't still hurt by the sting of the hard purse. What had the blond model-girl put in that purse anyways? Rocks?
Kimiko dropped the skirt into her bag, glaring at the direction the girl had turned to. She then turned and walked out the door, waiting for Omi and the rest of them to come back out. She couldn't go in the boy's section of the store.
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Raimundo and Clay gave exasperated sighs. The day that was to be a success ended up a total failure. Omi had bought two pink sneakers from when he revisited the girl's part of the shop that he thought were for his ears, and a pair of pants about ten sizes too large. Raimundo shook his head sadly, wondering if Omi had always been what he called a 'girly boy'. Clay helped Omi get some blue jackets on, but Omi preferred red ones. Unfortunately, there were no red ones, so Omi had to walk away from the dressing room sulkily. When the three to them came out of the shop, none of them had happy expressions on their faces. Raimundo looked plain mad, Clay looked tired and bored, and Omi looked disappointed at the little selection in the boy's area.
Kimiko saw them and ran over to them, asking, "So, how did it go with Omi's first time shopping?" She winked at Omi.
"It was…It was…" Clay searched for words. Raimundo found them first. "A complete fiasco, that's what it was."
"Oh. Well, at least you guys don't have to do it again," Kimiko said cheerfully. Raimundo gave her a slow, teasing, 'are you nuts?' look.
Suddenly, the door behind them opened again. And out came a girl, a girl who had silky blond hair that glowed like nothing anyone had ever seen before. Her eyes were sheer beauty as she stepped out with a blue bikini and a flowing blue skirt. When she saw Kimiko, she gave her a disgusted look. But even Kimiko had to feel sorry for Omi, the way she looked at him- it was as if nothing in the world was more horrifying than a little guy with a bald head. She grimaced at Clay's rough and rowdy appearance, but when she looked at Raimundo she gave him a slow smile.
Raimundo was gazing at her starry-eyed. He reached his hand out to her, which she pulled back almost immediately. He didn't stop. His green eyes were filled with innocent hope as he spoke. "W-w-will you g-go out with me?" he asked. Kimiko heard this, and her temper flared dangerously. She also felt some level of hurt, although she didn't understand why she felt that way.
"Sorry, but no can do. You're just a normal guy, however hot you may be," Katrina Sanders replied. She walked off, leaving three dazzled males behind and a Japanese girl who was just about blowing her steam off.
"She is very pretty," Omi said, still gazing at the distant figure of the stunning girl.
"Even prettier than Dyrus," Clay said in a choking voice.
"I'm gonna be her boyfriend no matter what," Raimundo said. "I'll figure something out. Somehow, I'm going to make her appreciate me."
Kimiko's face was filled with outrage as she shouted at her friends. "Don't you guys get it? SHE DOESN"T EVEN CARE ABOUT YOU! That idiot Katrina thinks she's so high-class and crap, but she's just a pretty face! Even you, Rai! All she cares about is getting some popular freak like her, you guys! So get over it! She's never going to like any of you because she's a snob!"
Kimiko felt so angry at Raimundo and his remarks, she wanted to explode right then and there. Why did Raimundo like her? What did Katrina Sanders have that Kimiko didn't have?
Oh, my God, Kimiko thought. Why did I think that? D-do I…It's impossible. How can I be jealous over a guy I never liked?
Kimiko shut out the voice inside her head, the one that said, But you are jealous, Kimiko. You love him.
Kimiko burst and ran at that moment, back to the Xiaolin temple. She felt hot tears springing from her eyes, but she ignored them. She felt angry, confused and sad, but she shunned those feelings. She felt Raimundo's arm touching hers, but she still ran anyways.
She was in a sea of sorrow that would never lift, and she felt herself falling and falling, deeper into Katrina's cold blue eyes like the ocean itself.
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It's weird, isn't it? I won't give you any spoilers on the outcome though, like I usually do. I don't even know the outcome myself. Jack quote: "It's, uh, a work in progress, see?" Please read and review it. Thanks.