Disclaimer: I DID NOT write this story, it was written by Altebar originally in Spanish and I only took upon myself to translate it. I will try my best to not alter the story, bar any expressions that does not have a direct translation.
You can find the original story in Spanish at s/3125241/1/Fuimos-lo-que-fuimos
Note: Seeing as Hannibal is a demon, it will be referred as 'It'
From here on I am translating the story verbum ad verbum, even the Author's notes.
The characters in this story do not belong to me. They are property of who knows it and WB.
I gain nothing from writing this but my own amusement.
WARNING: This fanfic will be YAOI (and slash), if this genre does not interest you or is distasteful to you don't read it, period, I understand perfectly this stance. Chase/Jack
Chapter 1. A malevolent plan
Hannibal Roy Bean considers itself a patient creature. After all It was a powerful malign entity which specialized in extending the Heylin power over earth and could meditate during months Its next move. And now all of its efforts had one objective. Vengeance, vengeance over Chase Young. Over the ungrateful one who had imprisoned It during centuries in the prison of the Yin Yang world.
The betrayal between evils was not surprising, but that was not the question. Chase Young should have been more careful with the enemies he acquired. Soon he would lament the day he decided to dispose of Hannibal Bean.
The diabolical legume grinded Its teeth in the interior of the shell of Its enormous battle armour. The simple image of Chase Young made It boil with vengeance, with that pretentious smirk and that eternally young and beautiful face, thanks to It! That skin with the flush of youth, the black and thick hair, the eternal life which the warrior enjoyed was possible because of Hannibal Roy Bean, the same as his strength and supernatural abilities.
And how that knowledge burned. Hannibal had converted a young Chase Young in the most powerful Heylin warrior, and however, had created Its only enemy and rival on the Heylin side. A warrior that in fact had defeated and exiled It, and that still interposed himself on Its path.
- Someone is in a foul mood this morning.
Wuya, the Heylin witch. Hannibal got out of his armoured transport to get on the woman's shoulder, ah, this one was a likable ally, pretty, malign, treacherous, and above all, weaker than It and therefor never a threat. When It conquered the world in chaos, obscurity and death, It would give Wuya a preferential treatment… maybe a fast death instead of an agonizing eternity.
- Oh, just contriving some plans to get rid of Chase Young and the Xiaolin monks once and for all.
- Mmmh. – Wuya smoothed her hair vainly. – Chase still lets me inside his fortress, he decided to "forget" the Heynlin eclipse incident.
Hannibal left her shoulder to pace on the ground with evident anger, that had been a perfect occasion to destroy Chase, but it got ruined by the Xiaolin monks, those seemed to prefer Chase in activity to serve as Its rival, although he was Heylin.
If Chase didn't exist to disturb It… if It never gave the Lao Mang Long soup which transformed him into a draconic hybrid…
- After he let that damn dinosaur try to eat me I don't feel so safe in my position with Chase, I don't believe his benevolence with me will last much – Continued Wuya without paying attention to Hannibal.
- Just a minute. – The malign bean felt the shine of a malevolent plan. – In that occasion you confronted them for the Rio Reverso, isn't it right?
- That's right. – Wuya examined her nails with boredom. – I took it from the idiot Jack, but later it ended on the hands of the monks. Too bad, I wanted to use it to restore my Heylin powers.
Hannibal Roy Bean wasn't listening anymore, the Rio Reverso was a shen gong wu with the power to revert anything to its original form, could make a wood table return to being a tree or, as Spicer discovered, convert oil from fossils into a live dinosaur. Aaaaah, a diabolic plan was forming. Hannibal called Its loyal ally, the Ying Ying bird, to take It to the Xiaolin temple. It had a plan and would put it to work immediately. Had things to whisper in the ears of a certain monk very dedicated to the good cause.
And Chase Young would be doomed when It finished with him.
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- Kimiko, Clay, Raimundo! I just had an illuminated idea!
- Brilliant, Omi.
- That too!
The monks finally succeeded in stopping Omi's crazy running, the small and stubborn water monk, to understand what got him so excited.
- Do you remember my search for a way to stop Chase Young from joining the Heylin side?
- How to forget? – Clay murmured, tucking his cowboy hat.
No one would ever forget the incredible confusion that Omi's disastrous time travel caused, first to the distant future, then to the past, and the to an alternate future… to later unify the dimensions… they could only give thanks that everything had got back to normal. Nothing had changed, only that now they were stronger, maybe wiser, and determined to confront the great evils of the world, Wuya, Chase and Hannibal Roy Bean.
- So, I have another plan which…
- No, no, no! – Raimundo waved his arms notably alarmed. – No more travels with the Sands of Time a no more freezing for a century, I don't want to know of any alternate reality nor strange futures where Jack Spicer rules the world.
Omi gave an ashamed look to Raimundo but immediately recovered, his spirit as radiant as his smile.
- No, it's not about time travel, my good friend Raimundo, but of another cunning plan to make Chase Young go back to the Xiaolin side and give up his evil arts.
Raimundo looked at the sky in a silent "Why me?". Being leader to the Wudai warriors wasn't as great as it looked, he gestured to Omi continue.
- We can use the Rio Reverso to make Chase go back to his natural form!
Clay, Kimiko and Raimundo got as still as stone, sometimes and only sometimes, Omi had sparks of cleverness that amazed anyone, because sometimes it surprised everyone given his naïve nature.
- The Rio Reverso gives back its original form… - Kimiko gave a happy jump. - It would give back Chase Young his original human form!
The four monks smiled with complicity, now they needed a plan to attack Chase with the Rio Reverso. They immediately sat forming a circle on the grass to meditate about it.
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- She's made of artificial glass and that's why I like her best… it is made of metal and that's why she is fatal…
The interpretation, very bad if it was at all said, was accompanied by the irritating sound of screws being turned and the slow constant buzz of computers switched on. That sonorous band was part of the ambience that was the Spicer Mansion attic.
- … A fluorescent smile, an electrical discharge, an incandescent leer, with the expression of a spectator.
Passing behind a bunch of robots half finished, with circuits showing and lacking some extremities, the large coordinate table could be seen, on it various tools were left haphazardly, a laptop was connected to a computer server arranged as a small tower.
- … An uncontrollable idyll, which I never dreamt of, a girl made of metal, whom I will never kiss…
It had to be conceded that Jack Spicer succeeded in giving his attic a tenebrous air, Frankenstein laboratory style, with all the technology designed in baroque and dark forms, or the spirals the gothic liked so much. The effect certainly was lost hearing Spicer singing a pop song from a Movida Madrileña group (Like New Wave music). The teen was doing a precise mechanical work on the hardware of the Chameleon Bot, using a mini-laser and other tools.
Chase Young crossed his arms, waiting for Jack to finish. The powerful warrior looked around with a bored air, the first and last time he had deigned Jack with his presence there had been the year of the green monkey, the place hasn't changed since. A little bit of order wouldn't be bad, without doubt it was a reflex of Jack Spicer, someone undisciplined.
The boy had a curious body, to say the least, the word that best described him was clumsy. Slender, all fibre, his legs and arms where slim and abnormally long, and that made him move in a curious way, looking like he was going to trip and fall any moment. To complete such peculiar physique, Jack Spices possessed the most amazing pigmentation possible, going by the white skin and crimson eyes you could swear he was an albino, but that was immediately contradicted by his hair, a red so intense that it couldn't possibly be natural.
- Aha! – Apparently satisfied, Sipcer distanced himself with his arm akimbo to admire his work.
Chase decided he had already waited enough, with a malicious smirk he entered silently and stood behind the self-proclaimed evil genius.
- Ahem.
- Whaaaaaaaaaaa!
Jack's scream, without a doubt, would be able to fragment crystal. Chase hissed irritated, hoping that the vibration from the scream hadn't damaged his eardrums.
- Cha… Chase Young… eh…. hi?
Scared… well, it was a better reaction than the usual welcome scream, offering food and falling at his feet like a crazy fangirl. The change was welcomed, Chase crossed his arms with the tranquillity of knowing that he wouldn't need to remove the trembling teen from his person. The terror was a much better reaction.
- Get up, Spicer.
Jack obeyed, although he went on looking at him panicked, maintaining a prudent distance and, of course, with an expression of fear on his face.
- Euh… in what can I help you? – With a false and weak smile he added in high-pitch "don't hurt me" at the end of the phrase.
- This isn't a courtesy visit, certainly, I need something from you Spicer.
Jack pasted himself to the wall. He was feeling fear, so much fear, and it wasn't for nothing, being in the presence of Chase Young. The last time they saw each other hasn't been nice, being handed to a T-rex as a meal and later attacked with a huge rock were sufficient proof that the immortal warrior wasn't a healthy company for him.
It would hurt, but it was worth doing it so he could get out of that situation as safe as possible. Making allies was out of question, Hannibal Bean was his last proof of that.
- Something from me… aha… what?
Chase raised an eyebrow with curiosity, surprising, Jack really had overcome the habit of adoration. A great improvement.
- I know you have spy robots in the Xiaolin temple. – Jack opened his mouth to argue but Chase shut him up with a murderous glare. – I want you to build another robot able to spy on Hannibal Bean.
Jack was stunned, for a moment his first instinct was to hug Chase and thank him in twelve languages for the opportunity to make something for the magnificent Chase Young, but rapidly stifled the urge under the cold weight of reality as he remembered all the occasions where he had done exactly that… only to receive contempt and the possibility of losing his fingers.
- Spy on Hannibal Bean? That is… - Jack rose his hands and categorially denied. – Why should I do it? I don't want any problems with that demon.
Chase gnashed his teeth threateningly and advanced over Jack scaring him effectively without even having to touch.
- You will do it because I am ordering you to, Spicer
- But, but… The last time, that bean turned me into a zombie and cloned me, and made me build some machines, and…!
- In case that legume tries retribution I will take care of it. Does that tranquilize you? – He conceded.
- Not even a little bit.
That finally provoked the dragon inside Chase.
- What?!
Jack let loose a terrorized scream and crouched behind a metal plate.
- The… the last time, you threw me onto the claws of a dinosaur with a meal invitation!
Chase exhaled slowly, it would have been better to trust his crows to spy, but unfortunately they could only follow Wuya. The Ying Ying bird, trusted ally of Hannibal bean, could feel the crows and sacre them away. He couldn't count on his spies to control his worst enemy and that wasn't tranquilizing. But Jack's robots, a tiny one could follow the trail of that bird, he didn't like having to trust in Jack for something so important, but he had no other option. The redhead had no word nor loyalty, the only thing he seemed to have learned from Wuya was the capacity for betrayal, having showed it on a multitude of occasions.
He had given Jack the opportunity to show his worth during the fight with the underground spiders, and the brat had wasted it betraying them all and leaving them down there surrounded by enemies. That he had thrown Jack at the feet of the dinosaur had been a small vengeance, and it wasn't all that, he knew his shen gong wu could help his scape, and still he had no doubt that Omi, always noble, would have saved him if necessary.
- I have no time for your cowardice, Spicer, do what I tell you to and I will consider forgiving your attack during the Heylin eclipse.
If Jack hadn't already been white as ivory, he would have paled, no doubt. It isn't like he had accomplished anything that day, but he had tried to attack Chase… and Wuya… and Hannibal… really, that day he wasn't thinking with calmness.
- Euh… I will start immediately?
- Excellent.
Chase was gone in a blink of an eye, leaving Jack Spicer trembling and thinking how things could get worse. He couldn't imagine what would come to pass.
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That same afternoon, the immortal warrior consumed calmly his dragon soup sitting on a rock at the Australian desert. Chase had no interest on the activated shen gong wu, but Wuya had, and Chase wouldn't give the liberty of acting freely to the witch, so he had no option but to travel here with her. The Xiaolin monks had arrived not much later to the local. The fight was for the Glove of Midas, that converted everything it touched into gold.
He immediately noticed something out of place… Wuya seemed distracted and the Xiaolin monks… they paid more attention to his presence than the search for the Glove. Something was happening and he wasn't sure of what… it was an uncomfortable sensation.
When it seemed that Wuya as well as the wind dragon, Raimundo, where going to touch the sheng gong wu at the same time and challenge each other to a predictable Xiaolin Showdown duel, the wind dragon back flipped, retrieved a sheng gong wu from his pocket and… pointed at him!
Chase couldn't react on time and the magical power hit him with strength, after that everything had gone dark. While passing out he heard Wuya's laugh, high and clear, alongside another one he hated even more. Hannibal Roy Bean.
Author's note: I came baaaaaack, and here is a new Xiaolin Showdown fanfic, it was unavoidable after the avalanche of good reviews and cries to do another one. Besides, I had watched the whole series (thanks to Youtube) and the muse couldn't help but come.
The music Spicer sings is called "Ella es de Plexiglass" by "Aviador Dro"
Hello, Meracus here. As you can guess, this line up there means the translation ended.
Okay! Here is the first chapter, I will try to translate and update every two or three days! This fic has 9 chapters total.
I made microscopic changes to the music lyric during the translation because I was trying to make it rhyme better.
Curiosity: em www . wikipedia wiki / La _ Movida _ Madrile%C3%B1a this here is the link to the Movida Madrileña movement (good old Wikipedia) and it's like the New Wave music movement that happened in the UK. You can also research by yourself if you do not have the patience to take out the spaces from the link.
