Chase and Kimiko were my first ship.
I remember watching this show on Saturday mornings with my brother and saying " I think Chase loves Kimiko", at which point I was rewarded a punch to the shoulder for talking during cartoon time, and trying to make the show all ' lovey-dovey'.
Well, the joke is on him, because I'm an adult ( sort of) and still maintain my faith in this adorable couple.
What can I say? I have a thing for the evil guys getting the girl.
Anyway, this idea has been 4 years in the process. I always remember thinking about this plot line, and I type up new ideas for it from time to time, but I finally found the time and effort to type it all up.
That is to say, I will be typing it as I go.
I would also like to explain that, for now, I will keep the rating at T, but it might change if I get the courage to right a lemon for these too later on. We shall see.
For now, please enjoy. I will try to keep updates regular, maybe once a week, but no promises, as work and life can get busy.
Darkness.
An endless night surrounded a calm mind
An individual sat in a small, hidden room, with only the sound of a waterfall permeating the deep recesses of his mind.
Breathing in deeply, the man took care to slowly release the pent up air from within, willing all the chaos within his mind to fade away with the warm breath.
For so long, so very long, the man has lived.
He has felt the deep, constricting hold of hatred around his black heart, known the feeling of inner peace and comfort that can only be provided for a moment. Anger, sadness, joy, even the raw feeling of hunger than can only be satisfied by a warm body, the man has experienced and overcome them all.
However, it was not the man part of him that was causing his inner turmoil at that moment.
It was the beast. The ravenous animal that he traded his soul for, that was the source of his troubles.
It started innocently enough, as all things must.
A stirring of heat over his body, easily hid by his mask of indifference.
Then, a hyper-awareness of every sight and smell around him, which proved quite useful in battles.
It wasn't until the moment he grabbed Wuya as she passed by and pinned her to the table, eyes blazing and pupils dilated so large that the gold was a slight ring around the black, that Chase realized he had a problem and gave the order that all people were banned from his home and that he was not to be disturbed until he sought out their company.
From there, he locked himself in his private chambers, and planned to meditate his desires away.
This was not the first time his animalistic desires tried to take over, and every time, Chase was able to fend off the cravings.
This time, however, he wasn't sure if he could hold himself away.
For this time, he faced a temptation like no other, in the form of a turquoise-eyed, ebony-haired dragon.
Chase wasn't fool enough to consider it love, or even a crush. However, with every meeting of her person, though he pretended she didn't exist and instead played with the bald, round monk, he grew more and more interested in her.
She was fire itself, dancing and quiet and warm when pleased, but quick to grown ferocious and dangerous when handled the wrong way.
The dragon within him so badly wanted to play with her fire, to let her flames lick at his skin until was burning from the inside, out. Yet, he also wanted her to burn for him. To squirm and moan, to grow and to be damped out until just a flicker of an ember remained, and then for him to breath new life into her again.
And there lied his problem.
For any other creature, it would be easy enough for him to bring them to their knees, to have them beg for him and be filled with only thoughts of how to please him.
Wuya demonstrated that often enough, with her not-so subtle invitations and innuendo.
Yet, he wanted nothing to do with creatures like that.
He wanted the living flame that was Kimiko Tohomiko, Dragon of Fire and warrior of light.
And she would want nothing to do with his tainted being.
He could offer her anything, jewels, respect, all the power that would come with being the mistress of the darkness. All she would have to do was stay by his side, give herself to him when he requested and leave when she was no longer needed. She could still maintain her place with her friends; no one would really have to know.
She would never, though.
Her loyalty ran deep. If only he had gotten to her first, those loyalties would be his.
She would be his
Then she could spend forever as our Empress, our mate . . .
Chase's reptilian eyes snapped open and he jumped in surprise at the way his inner thoughts went.
He wasn't interested in a permanent situation.
He had worlds to conquer, people to enslave, power to gain.
Anything more than a reoccurring night with the same women would just get in the way.
Partners only slow you down Chase thought, his mind drifting to the ridiculous red-haired witch and her bumbling boy-genius.
Yet, in the back of his mind, a small voice whispered
Partners make you weaker. Mates make you stronger
Chase quickly rose from his position, and jumped into the small pond in his room. Breaking to the surface, Chase contemplated his next course of action.
He needed a distraction, and soon, before his mind could wander any further.
Quiet was a rarity in the home of three teenage boys, so when it occurred, Kimiko decided only two things could be happening:
Either something absolutely terrible was about to befall her, like the time Omi discovered her more, racy, underwear and decided to question her on every different cut and style, while Clay and Raimundo hide away in awkwardness.
Or peace on earth had finally occurred, and Kimiko was about to get a well-deserved vacation.
Despite the sever lack of movement on the Heylin side of things, the small Japanese girl decided that the former was more likely, and set out to do damage control.
Peaking down the hallway, she was met with absolute silence. Not even a creaking of the wood to give away the small mice that sometimes scampered along the hallways
(Omi refused to allow her to set traps, despite her objections of sanitation and overall health of the temple, saying that all life must be valued).
Slowly making her way to the courtyard, checking each corner for water-themed traps, sudden quick-sand pits, or small tornadoes ready to mess her up.
In the yard, she found the usual suspects lounging under the large tree. Clay had his hat tipped forward, covering his whole face in the universal sign of 'nap time'.
Raimundo casually flipped through a surfing magazine, not really focusing on any one article or ad, and Omi maintained his usual meditation pose, ignorant of the world around him.
Kimiko stared at the peaceful scene in front of her, half in admiration that they have grown so much that they didn't squabble like children when left alone, half in deep suspicion as to what they were planning.
For, as much as adults as they were, they were still stupid children when it came to teasing her.
" Alright, I give. What are you planning?" she asked, watching each boy turn his attention to her.
Omi cracked one eye to look at the tiny Asian girl.
" Whatever do you mean, Kimiko? We have no plans, as you can tell by our casual cooling"
Clay lifted his hat
" I believe you mean ' chilling', partner" he pointed out.
Rai threw his magazine on the ground and placed his arms behind his head.
" Yeah, what Omi said. Can't we just enjoy a simple moment of peace in-between all the battles and scouting for Shen Gong Wu?" asked the wind dragon.
Before Kimiko pointed out that, no, there is no such thing as relaxing for them, she was interrupted by the appearance of her favorite green dragon
" Well, kiddos. Hope you enjoyed your break, because I feel the presence of a powerful Wu. And by powerful, I mean crazy dangerous."
The young monks gathered around as Dojo unrolled the scroll.
" The Dragon's fang is a powerful and hazardous Wu. One scratch can give the victim great power, but at the price of something else." he explained, snapping the scroll shut in the faces of the monks that leaned closer to take a good look at the picture.
Dojo grew to his giant from, as the dragons hopped on.
" So what kind of power are we talking, here? Strength? Flight? The power to eat as many burgers as you want without getting a stomach ache?" Rai asked, leaning back on to Dojo.
The green dragon was oddly silent, leading to Kimiko leaning forward to look him into his giant eye.
" Dojo?" she asked, voice willed with concern.
" Haha, well, see, I don't really remember. It was so long ago, and no one has had a run in with it in so long. I just know it is something bad. Or maybe good? Like, you get the power to turn live fish into sushi, but give up your fish allergy?" The dragon explained sheepishly.
Kimiko rolled her eyes and the rest of the trip was silent, the team each prepping themselves for a, hopefully, easy mission.
And, truly, it was easy.
No Wuya, No Jack. The only issue came when Kimiko located the Wu hidden in a stream among the rocks and was cut by, she assumed, one of the stones while digging for it.
After properly fussed after by Omi, making sure she would not " totally jack up her digits", they wrapped the fang safely in clothes and watched it carefully the whole ride home.
Once placed in the vault, Master Fung gave them the ' job well done' speech and sent them to bed.
It wasn't until Kimiko finished her bath that strange things began to happen.
At first, it was just her noticing that the cut on her hand had healed.
Chalking it up to some great monk medicines, she planed on asking Omi what was in that salve, then she wrote it off and changed into her usual summer sleep wear, short and a large t-shirt that she received from Clay two years ago. It was so big that it covered her to her knees, and said, " Everything is big in Texas", but Clay had given it to her when Omi had soaked her while practicing with the Orb of Tornami, and she had been wearing a white shirt. Clay, ever the gentlemen, quickly stripped off his shirt and covered her while explaining to Omi the issue and why it wasn't okay to spray a lady with water.
It was a fond memory for Kimiko, who had grown up with no siblings. It felt like she had a protective older brother watching out for her and keeping an eye on an younger brother. Raimundo also felt like a close brother, although lately, he hinted at wanting something more.
However, that problem would be dealt with later.
Right now, Kimiko felt so tired, her vision getting a bit blurry. Thinking the mission must have taken more out of her than she had previously thought, she collapsed into her cot and snuggled into her sheets.
Late into the night, however, she felt more and more uncomfortable.
Pains she hasn't felt since she had hit a growth spurt in seventh grade made her body ache all over, and a heat like none she had ever felt consumed her whole body. It felt like her body was growing and stretching, but that was impossible since, at 18, she have reached her final height, despite her disappointment over her short stature. She also could hear a scratch against her sheets, like nails against fabrics, and resolved to clip her toes and file down her fingers in the morning.
Still, as the hours of darkness wore on, her world began to blur. The room she was in was no longer familiar, and she had trouble recalling where she was and what she was doing.
As her vision began to tunnel and darkness overcame her mind, the only thought that rang clear was
" Have my scales always been this blue?"
Consciousness came in the early hours of the morning. The clamoring of metal pans woke the young female with a start.
At first, she had trouble understanding where she was.
Actually, the more troubling issue was who she was.
Clawing herself from the darkness provided by the structure she was under, she headed toward the large mirror in the corner of the room.
Staring back at her was an unusual sight.
Deep blue scales were the most outstanding feature she saw. Reflecting the sunlight, shades of indigo and violet were also present as she moved. Standing onto her hind legs, she saw that she could easily reached four feet. Her underbelly was a pale purple, the same shade as the horns protruding from her skull. Still, the most striking features were the large turquoise eyes that stared back at her, with narrow, cat-like slits for pupils, blinking in confusion.
Overall, everything seemed to be in order.
That was her reflection in the mirror.
However, that didn't explain where she was or what she was doing there. Last thing she remembered was . . . nothing, actually.
Determined to get some answers, she slowly slinked into the hallway, towards the noise.
This proved unwise, however.
She entered the kitchen area, to reveal three creatures of different sizes, all hungrily eating. At first, they didn't seem to notice her presence, so she used her tail to loudly hit the wall for some attention.
The air in the room became tense as three pairs of eyes landed on her figure. She stared back, waiting for them to make a move.
Another unwise choice on her part.
The three males sprung to their feet and rushed to the other side of the room.
Expecting to hear them talk and explain the situation to her, she was shocked to hear garbled sounds from their mouths.
However, she could tell that they seemed in distress, and kept pointing at her. She didn't think much of it until the tallest one with narrow green eyes leapt towards her.
That was her queue to run, and as she sped down the hallway, her nimble body quicker than theirs despite her short legs, she shouted that she just needed to help, but they didn't seem to understand. A sudden burst of air whizzed past her face, leaving a cut along her cheek and blasted into the wall ahead of her, forcing her to turn down a different direction, out the door and into the outside.
With her only thought to escape from the dangerous creatures chasing her, she ran until her legs hurt and the blood from her cut leaked into her mouth. She ran as she felt her body burn and ache and the air turned from fresh and crisp, to warm and tinged with the taste of sulfur and something . . . dark.
She ran until she saw a light in the distance and crashed her whole body into what seemed to be a large doorway.
Hearing a loud creak, she looked up with her bleary eyes and looked into the golden eyes of a tall form.
Despite all the other creatures not understanding a word from her mouth, she had to try before she lost all of her strength and gave into the darkness.
" Please . . .help . . . " She growled out, before collapsing into the warm stones beneath her.
Guh. So much packed in to the first chapter. Sorry. I just really wanted to get to the base of the story. I will try to take it slow from here on out.
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