Omi didn't know how long could he still pretend that he was alright. That was he was happy. That he was okay of the fact that one of his friends was chosen to be as the Shoku warrior and not him.

So, to answer the question. It took little Omi two months after Raimundo's appointment as their leader to finally lose his composure. It was after their battle with Katnappe and Tubbimura did the small monk feel his anger, jealousy and regret.

Raimundo, the ever talkative and arrogant member of their team, joked about his position over Omi and that's when things went a little too harsh for the yellow skinned child. The brunette was telling everyone of how things might've turned out differently if the small child was picked and how he was glad it didn't happen.

It took a lot of the small monk's willpower to laugh at the small joke with everyone and not act out until everyone was asleep. So, here he was. He was standing outside the grounds of the temple, just a few miles from it when he lets himself be submerged in the cool waters of the river that was near the area.

This place was where he usually went as a child when everything about the temple was just too much for him. It was his sanctuary and it was where he didn't have to hide anything from anyone. Closing his black eyes, he could feel the cold waters welcome him to its embrace but the mere thought of such a gesture made the small monk choke on his own spit.

This…This place was also where he and the good Chase would go when they wanted to get away from everything. It was a place where they could train and not be disturbed by anyone, not even by Grand Master Dashi and Master Monk Guan. It was one of the few places where his good friend was openly affectionate to him and treated him as a family.

Omi knew that he was already half-way of the bottom of the lake when the sudden memory of the once good man came into his mind. Chase…. Chase, he needs him. He needs the comfort of that warm embrace again.

Clutching at his throat, Omi struggles to make himself breathe again but the stinging in his eyes just won't stop. Opening said black orbs, the small monk forces himself to rise from the cold waters and to his dismay the stinging remained.

Gasping at the sudden onslaught of air he noticed that tears still can't seem to stop from appearing in his sight. It can't be. He, a great warrior of the Xiaolin, was crying. He shouldn't be crying. It was….

Why was he lying to himself? Why? Everybody was now happy that Raimundo was their leader. He didn't need to over exert himself just to show them his superiority and capability of being a leader because they already have an official one. Why?

It was because he was selfish, prideful, arrogant and vain. It was because he couldn't stand people looking down at him more aside from the fact that he's an orphan and the way he looks so differently because of his appearance. It was because….

He needed to leave. This place was hardly doing him any good. To be exact, it was even making things worse for him because he remembered another failure in his life. He remembered his failure of saving his dear friend Chase from becoming evil. Breathing deeply, Omi swims his way out of the river bank when he suddenly feels the presence of someone watching him.

A shadow of a man makes itself known until it reveals himself to be the least person that Omi wanted to see that day. It was Chase.

Smug smirk and calculating eyes roamed over the wet bodice of the monk but that wasn't reason why he felt himself shiver nor was it the cold temperature of air. Steeling himself, Omi snarled, " What do you want, Chase Young?"

Those slitted eyes soon narrowed and came upon his face, "Something's bothering you."

Now it was the child's turn to mock, "Well, aren't you that obvious."

The usually smirking lips of the half-dragon frowned as they heard such a statement from the monk. Omi wasn't like this. He wasn't bitter nor did he usually sound so mocking. Coming closer to the child and touching the boy's shoulder, he didn't expect Omi to pull at him like he was burned.

Again, trying to hold the child, this time he used more force until Omi couldn't get away from him. Kneeling before the persistent boy, Chase looked at the small face and was surprised to see that they were now flowing with tears.

Eyes widening, he heard the boy cry out, "Are you happy now? Are you happy that I'm crying before your eyes?"

No. The immortal wasn't happy at what he was seeing. Omi was his apprentice and as much he was his enemy Chase didn't want to see the young monk cry. Suddenly, before his bronze slitted eyes a vision gave way.

It was Omi crying and he was comforting the child with a hug and his soothing words. It was during the time that he was still good and part of the Xiaolin side.

Closing his eyes, Chase Young decided to let his instincts and feelings run on their own. He let them get to him and he took the yellow skinned child in his arms.

Omi soon trembled greatly in his embrace and not long loud sobs came out of that small mouth. Holding the boy closer to him, the immortal knew that it won't take long before Omi goes out of his state and start questioning him whether he remembered that timeline. Sighing defeatingly, he knew that he won't be able to deny things any longer so he soon whispered his those soft and caring words to child.

What point is there to lie to himself? Omi was more than just his apprentice. Omi was like a younger brother to him. So, damn it all and everything else. He was an immortal so had every right to do as he wished.