A/N: Well, this is my Christmas contribution. And it'll probably suck but, no harm in trying is there???
(Whole Xiaolin Showdown crew walks in with Santa costumes on, except for Kimiko who is an angel)
Clay: I don't think it'll be that bad, SpicyDonut.
Jack: Yeah, I'll bet it'll be full of violence and evil! Mwahahahahaha!!!
Kimiko: (kicks Jack in the nuts) Shut up you! No-one cares about your stupid opinion!!! (Jack is now curled up in the floor, cradling his nuts)
All boys: Oooooo! That's gotta hurt!
Jack: Ahhhhh!!! You've probably made me infertile now! Now I'll never have Jack Jr., the evil boy genius' son!
Me: No-one would wanna have kids with you anyway!
Raimundo: He'll probably have to force some poor chick to have his kids for him!
Me: SHUT UP!!! This story is not going to be violent nor evil-riddled, so Jack, SHUT YOUR PIEHOLE!!! Now, on with the story! Hope you guys like it! And I should give my best friends Vicky and Emma for giving me ideas for this story!! Thanks guys!
Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown, nor anything related to it, but if I did, I wouldn't be here now, I would be rich and living in Hawaii.
Turns of the TideChapter 1: Field of Innocence
A/N: This is a flashback of how Kimiko ended up in Juv. Court, and italics indicate thoughts. Enjoy!
Kimiko was walking through the clothes store, looking for an off-the-shoulder top that would be perfect for Keiko's Christmas present. She thought it would be perfect: Keiko had been after one for months. She was pondering what colour it should be when the answer was in front of her.
Hanging on the rack, was a tight, black, off-the-shoulder top with a glittery veil hanging off the end of the sleeve. Kimiko almost squealed at how perfect it was, and it was in her size! She ran to the counter and paid the cashier $10, and walked out the store. Suddenly, the alarms went off. Someone was shoplifting! She looked around for a suspicious-looking person, and saw a girl wearing gothic-looking clothes, and a hat. She smirked at Kimiko, and then looked towards the approaching security guards. Kimiko saw they were looking at HER, running towards HER.
Oh my God! I haven't stolen anything!
The guards came up to her and shook her bag upside-down, and out fell her purse, her phone, a $20 necklace, a $45 top still with the security tag and a few sweets. Kimiko stared at them, not believing her eyes. Surely this couldn't be happening?
Three months later, at court"Kimiko Toho, you have been accused of stealing and theft. How do you plead?" The judge boomed over the chatter in the Court Room.
Kimiko took a deep breath. "Not guilty." A few whispers came from the jury. She looked towards her parents, who were on the verge of crying. The judge banged his hammer.
"Order in the court! Ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, have you come to a decision?" An elderly woman rose from her seat.
"Yes, your honour. We find the defendant, Kimiko Toho…" Kimiko's stomach flipped over. She couldn't go to Juvenile Court and miss Keiko's birthday party. She was in the Court Room now, looking at Kimiko in a way that said 'I think you did it, but I'm gonna say you're innocent just because you're my best friend'. Kimiko felt that no-one was on her side anymore. Her parents believed her, but they had started to get slightly edgy and then gave up altogether about Kimiko's innocence after Mr Toho's business collapsed and they became very poor. She faced it: she was alone.
"Guilty." That one word pierced Kimiko's heart like a shard of ice, it's coldness spreading through her body. She froze in her seat.
"Kimiko Toho, you are guilty as charged. Do you anything to say in your defense?" The judge looked at Kimiko with his cold, heartless eyes.
She wanted to tell him about the shop incident; about Keiko's perfect top; about the shifty-looking girl; about her father's failed business…
"No, your honour. Nothing." She lied through her teeth. Somehow it didn't seem right pouring your heart out in the middle of a court case.
"OK. Kimiko Toho, I sentence you to 1 and a half years in Juvenile Court, with community service every day for 8 hours. Court dismissed." The bang of the hammer went. The bang of Kimiko's hope fading.
A guard took her away outside and shoved her into a car. Kimiko couldn't force herself to struggle. Tears just ran down her face, creating rivers of black mascara on her cheeks. Outside the car, she saw her parents crying and waving goodbye to her. She feebly lifted her hand and flopped it about, before throwing it back into her lap. The car radio was on. Kimiko listened to the lyrics and saw how she could relate to them:
I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now
Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now
Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything
Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing in everything
Away
Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything
I still remember..
Juvy was as bad as all the people at her school said. The building was crumbling away, brick by brick, and it was grey. Kimiko walked in and was greeted by a dimly lit hallway of cells, each with dodgy looking teenagers, either smoking or glaring at her. At the end, a largely built woman was waiting for her with a purple jumpsuit and metal biker boots for her to wear at Juvy. Kimiko walked up to her, and the woman shoved the clothes into her arms.
"You lonely? Scared? Cold?" The woman grunted. Kimiko looked at her stern face.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, get used to it. You're gonna be lonely for the next 18 months." She pointed to an empty cell, which would obviously become her new room. Her new home. Her new life.
She walked into it, and the door creaked close behind her. The lock turned, closing Kimiko inside the cell like a cold embrace. She got changed under the makeshift bed covers. She sat down in her baggy jumpsuit and metal-lined boots, and hugged her knees. She began to sing to herself while tears ran down her face as it sank in that this would be her life.
"I still remember…"
A/N: There's the first chappie in my Christmas edition of the Xiaolin Chronicles! I think it went well…
Kimiko: WELL? YOU SENT ME TO JUVY!!! I'm a delinquint!!!
Me: It'll get better, you'll see. (hands Kimiko script of story) I don't own any songs featured in this story by the way.
Kimiko: Ohhhh… I see… This is good! Readers, you'll enjoy this!
Me: I'm sure they will. Until next time, sayonara!!!
