Hurricane

FanKnight: This is my first Showdown fic so here it goes…I don't own Xiaolin showdown. This will have a strange pairing sooner or later, don't flame. PLEASE review…

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The storm had been raging for over a week now. It had kept the monks from any training and to make matters worst no new Shen Gong Wu had revealed themselves, either. Master Fong had let the monks relax for the week, but was going to begin indoor training that Monday.

Raimundo sat meditating, something he hardly ever did, but something had been haunting his every dream. A voice and a smooth touch that seemed to calm his tornado inside, his gale always returned to haunt and taunt him. Amber eyes remained shut as he thought over what this could mean.

The touch was like water, gently pouring down him as his wind carried it. With a sigh he stood, amber eyes opening to find near black ones staring up at him. With a blink Raimundo looked down slightly at Omi.

"Hey, take a picture it'll last longer." He said with a grin.

Omi blinked, confused. "What is this picture?" He asked, causing Raimundo to sigh but smile.

"It's a photograph." He said, causing Omi's eyes to shine with acknowledgement.

"Ah, if it is a photograph then why did you not just say photograph?" He asked, as he followed Raimundo.

As if on cue the two dragons entered the Shen Gong Wu vault, Dojo coming in with the remaining dragons as he filled them in to the newest Wu. "The Phoenix broach," Dojo said, his brow narrowed as he read on. "Gives the user immortality as long as it remains on them. A dangerous and powerful Wu, kids. Be careful."

The four dragons just nodded and ran out, each taking a Shen Gong Wu from Master Fong as they left the building, jumping to be taken up by Dojo. The dragon soared through the air like it had so many times before.

Three short years had passed, and a good amount of Shen Gong Wu had been found and retrieved from Jack Spicer. Only the Changing Chop Sticks and the Crystal Glasses remained in Jake Spicer's possession.

Three years had done Omi wonders. No longer the short, marble-headed monk, he was now a dashing sixteen year old xiaolin dragon. His once lean muscles had come to blossom, making him stronger, faster and he caught many a eye when he went to retrieve a Shen Gong Wu.

Clay hadn't really changed in the years, though he had gotten taller and had bulked up. The dragon of the earth was now an even greater force to reckoned with. He had chosen a new hair style to reveal both of his dark blue eyes, his once round face now more edged.

Kimiko had blossomed more than any of the four; she had grown her hair out to shape her curves. She held more of her element if possible but was truly a warrior as she fought more fiercely than ever.

Raimundo more had grown more mentally than psychically. Truth be told, the seventeen year old towered at 6'2" but he had expanded his base of knowledge, his fighting, his attitude, and even his personality. No longer the jokester he was as a child, he now took his destiny more seriously, but even old habits are hard to break.

As the rain poured down over the ocean, Dojo tried his best to keep steady but was fighting a lost battle.

"Wow! Hang on kids!" He shouted. As he was plunged into the sea, five screams were lost to the winds as the five dragons did their best to stay afloat, but it seemed the elements were against them as not even Omi and Raimundo could stop the waters from ripping them apart.

As dawn approached, Jake Spicer laughed as he flew over the ocean, a silver staff in his hands and a golden broach in the other. "Stupid Xiaolin dragons, with my new Storm staff they didn't stand a chance."

Wuya cackled the entire time, her eyes glowing as another Shen Gong Wu became active. "Quickly Jake, to the tallest mountain, there the Hammer of Oden awaits!" She bellowed, Jake still laughing as he turned to head to the new Wu.

Emerald eyes opened to see white sand and Raimundo shot up, breathing hard from his dream and from the memories the struggle at sea gave him. He looked around as the breath he hadn't know he'd been holding released. He was alone, on a beach wu-less.

"Great.…just great." He muttered, standing. He stretched to feel something tangled around his neck. He blinked and pulled the strap to find it the sword of the storm. "Alright!" He shouted to no one as he undid the strap. "Now I just gotta find the others." He said, looking around again.

The dragon of the wind removed his wet and sandy clothing. Folding them, he carried them like a student would a binder, the sword of the storm in his other hand. Emerald orbs looked around as he spoke. "Omi! Clay! Kimiko!" He shouted, but no answer came.

A frown placed it self upon dried lips as Raimundo stood a moment, looking at the waves. He threw his clothing into the air and stabbed the sword of the storm into the ground. "Wind!" He almost chanted, his element drying his clothes rather fast. Pressing his legs to the ground, he jumped into his now only damp clothing. He landed with a smug and satisfied grin, only to become alert at the sound of clapping.

On reflex his hand dislodged the Shen Gong Wu he'd used so many times before and slashed towards the voice, shouting his command to the blade. "Sword of the Storm, Typhoon slashes!" Powerful gusts of wind came quick, but never hit their target.

"Orb of Tornami! Ice!" a familiar voice chanted, causing Raimundo to stop and look as the dragon of water stood with a small grin, the dragon of the wind's attack halted completely.

"Omi…." The dry lipped dragon whispered with a wide smile, "You're alright…" He said, reaching a hand out to the water dragon who in turn reached out his own hand to touch his own, "Your –" But Raimundo's words were cut short as a splash of water filled his mouth.

"Gah! Wha-what!" He shouted, looking around to find himself still on a beach, his drying clothes by a fire. The dragon of wind examined himself and sighed in relief to find his Shen Gong Wu was still on his back. Sitting up, he looked around. He seemed to be at a small camp site.

"Hello?" He called as he slowly stood. He could hear movement and readied his blade. "Who's there!" He shouted, turning around to where ever the movement came from. "Hey! Stop playing around!" He demanded as he tightened his grip on his wu.

"Calm down Rai." A voice said from behind him….

FanKnight: And…yeah there goes chapter one…. Please tell me if I should continue…