A/N: Part one of the Virtues saga. These four are the "Classical" ones. Next chapter will be the Roman ones. I hope you enjoy! Warning for descriptive acts of torture in #3.

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I. The Classical Virtues

1. Temperance- Chase Young swore he wouldn't lay a violent end to the Xiaolin Warriors. In fact, he admired himself for having such a strong resolve. The warlord kept his anger restrained, to the point where he looked devoid of any sort of emotion. The question of his anger had a simple answer: He'd been ambushed by the current trio of Xiaolin Warriors and it was currently a three-versus-one Xiaolin Showdown with Jack and Raimundo being restricted from aiding Chase. It wasn't like the warlord couldn't handle them, but he found it rather annoying that they would resolve to a Heylin-like tactic just for a silly trinket.

He only took amusement in the fact that the trio struggled even when it seemed they had the upper hand. By the time the Showdown ended, the Xiaolin ended up Wu-less and Chase ended up tired, a bit roughed up from the battle. Jack and Raimundo quickly approached him, helping him as supports.

"Assholes... That's supposed to be our job," Jack scoffs. "Eh, at least you kicked their butts, so not all is lost."

"Hm," Chase responded. "I did not expect such a move from the Xiaolin. Perhaps in the future we will remind them of what alignment they are supposed to be on."

"We're all ears, Chase. I could always send them a hurricane as a prelude of what's gonna happen to them." Rai helped Chase sit down.

Simply wonderful.

Just because Chase had a firm resolve, doesn't mean his lovers had to.

2. Prudence- Jack exhibited little self-judgement when he worked with Wuya. Personally, he thought it got worse when he started working with the witch, along with his means of easily betraying someone. Old habits did die down in his case, however and Jack stayed loyal only to those who stayed loyal to him. If they showed one sign of wanting to betray him, he would make it known that they were officially cut off.

Jack found himself losing a Wu to Omi, who had bested him in a Showdown of martial arts. It was a rather important Wu (for once), so the Evil Genius was devistated (he wagered the Monkey Staff too! That was his favorite Wu...) activating his heli-pack and flying off without some declaration of revenge (he'd learned not to linger anymore).

Of course, when returning to Chase's citadel, his lovers already knew the outcome. Jack hung his head, sighing.

"I shouldn't have accepted that..." He muttered.

Not one for beating around the bush, Chase nodded. "It was... foolish of you, Jack. I do not mean to be so blunt, but part of understanding yourself is realizing what you can and cannot do."

Raimundo sighed, rubbing Jack's back softly. "I'm going to take a method out of your book and say we can just steal it back."

Chase promptly glared at Raimundo.

"No, Rai..." Jack looks up. "Chase is right... it was... foolish, as he said. We'll get it back, but we'll do it Chase's style."

Chase smiled. "You're learning."

So maybe Jack lost the Wu, but so what? He won something here involving his internal conflict with himself and that would be a bigger win than even if he had won the Showdown with Omi.

3. Courage- Raimundo already knew that there was no way to get out of the situation he was in at the moment.

Somehow, Wuya and Hannibal was able to devise a plan to capture the Heylin Warrior, effectively knocking him out. So here he was now, reduced to the prison bitch of the devious pair, only the glare on his face his current weapon.

"Chase really should keep his eyes on his pets. This was far too easy," Wuya sneered.

Raimundo scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Good luck living when he finds out. From the anger I know he'll have on his face, you might just become a ghost again. Oh, and forget about Jack. I'm sure he'll have nice ways to incorporate you into his new experiments. He's gotten into mutations, don't you know?"

Raimundo feels a sharp pain at the back of his neck which would be Hannibal shutting him up, Rai's head now drooped down.

"That's where you're wrong, boy. See, they don't know a thing, and with my magic, Chase will never be able to find you. Jack will be easy to handle. The boy may have gotten better but he still is, in our eyes, pathetic."

Raimundo grit his teeth. Taking that into account, he would be here a while.

"We're going to have fun with you, Raimundo," Wuya coos. "And there is nothing you can do about it."

"Do your worst, bitch. You won't get a sound out of me," Raimundo growls.

She picks up something equivalent to a thick whip with thorns covering practically the whole object, closing his eyes as it connects with his face.

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How much longer...

The pair had tortured Raimundo for nearly two hours, but to the Warrior, it felt like more.

Wuya and Hannibal to their dismay couldn't make the boy scream out in pain in any way, shape or form. All they got from him was winces and taunts, which only made the methods they used against him increase in intensity. Raimundo's body was covered in thick gashes and bruises. Wuya had abandoned the thorny whip a long time ago, instead using the Fist of Tebigong for a more painful torture.

Raimundo pretended to have passed out—it was the only way he could get a break before he was forced back awake.

However, something had changed. He'd opened his eyes to see Wuya and Hannibal collapsed on the ground. The Warrior definitely would have heard something—so why is it that he did not? Raimundo looked around but saw nothing. No sign of a breaking in, no sign of any sort of fight, yet his captors were now on their knees. If Raimundo hadn't seen their eyes move, he would have thought they were lifeless. Their bodies seemed to be paralyzed. They could not speak nor do anything.

"Your strength payed off, Rai..." He hears a new voice sound—and promptly smirks. He knew who would be able to do such a thing without notice. "You can't fight, not with those marks all over you... but don't worry... I'll do it all for you."

Sure enough, Jack Spicer entered the room. In one swift motion, he tore the ropes binding Raimundo off of him, and then turned to face Wuya and Hannibal. Rage filled his eyes—he looked something akin to a person out of a horror movie with his hair hiding most of his face and a wide, distorted smile on his face. He walked up to Hannibal, first, his fingers dangerously tracing his eyes.

"Did you know... that virtues can be distorted? People call those sins but I'm not thinking like that. Take... Take what Rai did, for example. You didn't get a sound out of him. Hah... that's kinda pathetic, considering you're both over 1500 years old and you couldn't even get Rai to do that. That's courageous on Rai's part, so this is his reward."

Jack placed his hand over Hannibal's eyes. "Do you know what vegetative propagation is, Hannibal?" He asks, an unfamiliar calm to his voice. "And did you know, I'm not only a roboticist, but also a biologist? I have to say, botany is my favorite and what I'm going to do to you is only going to peak my love for it."

Raimundo watches as Jack whispers something, and Hannibal is knocked out on the ground.

"Alright, Chase," Jack says, voice still calm. "I'm done with him. Wuya's all yours now. Have fun."

He walks over to Raimundo, eying the many scars on his body.

"Don't worry, Rai... I'll fix everything they did to you..."

Raimundo then sees Chase appear in a flash, right in front of Wuya. The look on his face could turn her back into a disembodied head.

"You and your pathetic scum of a partner caused pain to our partner. I will not go into detail on what we are going to do to you both because I feel showing you would be quite better."

In the same method that Jack rendered Hannibal knocked out, Chase did the same thing, causing Wuya to fall to the ground, knocked out.

"It is time to completely teach these thorns in the Heylin circle what it means to tread dangerous grounds."

Jack easily carried Raimundo in his arms while Chase teleported them all back to his Citadel. He commanded his tigers to carry the bodies of Wuya and Hannibal to his dungeons, then walking over to

Jack who held Raimundo in his arms.

"I should have kept my eyes on you more closely. Had I been able to know this would have happened, I could have prevented it." It was Chase's long way of saying he was sorry.

Raimundo shook his head. "It isn't any of your faults. They would have pulled something like this eventually. Don't go blaming yourselves. Please."

Rai softly kisses Jack's lips, then motions Chase over to do the same thing.

"Right now... let's focus on returning the favor to Wuya and Hannibal, eh?"

They first tended to Raimundo's wounds, the Warrior smirking as his efforts of keeping his strength intact gave him a far better reward than he anticipated.

4. Justice- Very rarely did the trio engage in deep discussions. Normally Jack would be the one to engage such conversations, especially if the genius was bored if there wasn't nothing to do that involved the Xiao-Hey conflict, but this time, Chase was the one to spark the discussion.

"Jack, what is justice to you?"

Jack was startled by such a question, looking up from the robot he was making (they were in his lab—a place Chase allowed him to create within the Citadel) and putting the wrench in his hands down. He looked over to Raimundo, who simply gave him a "I don't know either" look.

"Since you asked, Chase... I'd just like to say that justice is absolute bullshit. There can't be absolute justice. There's always going to be that one person who tweaks it a little bit so it could work out in their favor."

Chase thought for a moment, before speaking. "Give me an example."

Jack paced back and forth. "Think about 'justice' in a... ugh, Xiaolin sense. Those goody-two-shoes are all too keen on delivering it whenever it's needed. They won't tweak it. It'll just be simple justice rendered and there's no corruption there. Now think about it in our sense. Let's say there's some poor bastard that decides it's okay to hurt... let's say, me, because I'd never want you or Rai hurt. I'll imagine both of you will be pissed off and will instantly find me and retaliate. That's our "justice"-finding the pitiful idiot who would do such a thing and making them taste the pain they gave me, but to the eyes of the... ugh, again, Xiaolin, that's corrupt as fuck. 'Eye for an eye' only makes the whole world blind. That shit. That's how we as Heylin can tweak justice and turn it in our favor."

Chase noted that Jack made excellent points.

"...But what you described is revenge, Jack," Raimundo says. "That fits the idea of revenge more."

Jack chuckled. "Of course. That's what the Xiaolin would say. It's a good thing we're not Xiaolin, right? I'd personally kick my own ass using the Sands of Time if I ever became Xiaolin."

Chase scoffed. "I'd do it for you. However, I'd like to get back to our discussion. Your words interest me, Jack. What do you think of justice in terms of the ill-structure of law that humans have intact now?"

Jack shrugged. "Also bullshit. Take a murder for example. A murder committed by a cop, by "accident." They were just "doing their job." Ugh. Do you really think that cop is going to go to jail after committing the act?"

"They should," Raimundo replies.

Chase crosses his arms. "They should, but most of the time, they will not."

"Ex-fucking-actly! Ding-ding-ding, my lovers, we have a winner. They WON'T—because that person has an automatic 'get out of jail' free card. They'll get off free while whoever was kin with that murdered person will be cursing the court to kingdom come because justice was certainly NOT delivered."

Now Jack snaps his fingers. "This is why the world needs to taste evil, as you would say, Chase."

"...Explain." Chase says.

"I've got this one," Raimundo replies. "Basically, it's like this. You can't do whatever you want if you're good. For the concept of justice, let's take Jack's example. The kin of that murdered person will rage but they know they can't do anything. They don't know how and they are afraid that if they did do something, they would get in trouble, but it is their right to do something! If they can't get justice in the good and proper way, they'll have to do it in the evil and less than savory way."

"Perfect, Rai. With evil, it allows more freedom. But with it, risks that you'll hope give you better returns." Jack thought for a moment, before widening his eyes—as if he'd had an eureka moment. "Take good and make it a business. That business is going to be so ethical it's almost too good to be true—no good business is entirely ethical, by the way. Anyway, as I was saying, in business we have the concept of risk and return. Evil as a business would take greater risks and have larger returns while good would take smaller risks and have smaller returns."

Now Chase turns to Jack. "Take what you said, and apply that to what Raimundo said about justice."

"Gladly. Now back to the scenario. You take those people who were kin with the person who was murdered and they want to do SOMETHING as they did not get the justice they deserved but are too afraid to do it, as Raimundo said. If they REALLY wanted it, they would take that greater risk and indulge in evil and get the justice they deserve, which would then give them the return... whatever that could be."

Chase smirked. "But is it really evil?"

"Playing devil's advocate, aren't you, Chase?" Raimundo asks. "Well, how about it? Maybe it isn't to us, but that's only because we've been there, done that. However, to the eyes of someone who is good, it is. It really depends on what kind of "justice" we're talking about here."

Chase made a small sound of acknowledgement, before speaking.

"Very valid points, the both of you. I love to hear my consorts speak such words and think farther than what I previously asked. There is one thing that should be known and that is there is no alpha 'justice'. The concept has been distorted in so many ways that eliminating it would be better."

It was Jack's turn to play devil's advocate. "But will eliminating justice create order?"

Raimundo shook his head. "That's a conversation for another time, Jack."

Even Chase had to agree.

"Hah! It was fun while it lasted. But why the random question, Chase?"

Chase simply shrugged. "It was a means to cure boredom. I have come to like these conversations we have."

"Then let's have them more," Jack says. "Now on to the next debate: Does good and evil truly exist?"

"Shut up, Jack," Raimundo groans. "That's the oldest one in the book."

Chase rolled his eyes. Such childish yet knowledgeable consorts he had.

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A/N: I didn't expect this to be so long, but it was! Again, I hope you enjoyed and please leave a comment if you'd like!

Comments:

1. Even though Chase showed restraint, there's always gonna be a loophole, trust me. His lovers are the loopholes.

2. I don't know, but to me it's like Jack is all to boast and gloat to hide insecurities show-wise, but here I made him more keen in analyzing what he did wrong and understanding himself a bit more.

3. I went all out with this one. Apologies if I made Jack a bit uh, OOC, but with this pairing I can't really see him as weak... like at all. Come on, he's with Chase-freakin'-Young for crying out loud. He's bound to learn something from him. I'd also like to mention that vegetative propagation is an asexual reproduction of a plant and I've been waiting like, forever to make that joke with Hannibal, imao.

4. I don't know where this came from. I think it's mostly because I'm minoring in international business and just started taking business law I. Yeah, that's honestly my excuse. Hope it's understandable.

Stay tuned for chapter two!