Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me.
Perhaps he should not have come back. Perhaps he did not really belong there. That temple was a place for refined monks and gaining-power children. He was only a boy; a boy from a slum-like city without any visible power.
But the children-monks had greeted him with such exuberant smiles and happy chatter. They made him feel welcome and filled him with a fuzzy little warmth. He thought it wouldn't be so bad living there because his strange little friend had been delighted to have him living in the temple.
Tch, shows what he knows…
The little dragon of water soon became jealous of his outstanding abilities and afterwards, he snubbed him constantly. The child put on a sour-pinched face and challenged him relentlessly, just to prove his worth.
He didn't have to because in his city-stained eyes, the child of the water was worth so much already. His naive smiles, his stuffy mannerisms and his odd little words were worth everything because he had been his very first real friend.
Perhaps he would have been more, but the arrogant pride-filled monk dashed all hopes of that.
Now here they stand, ready to fight and to prove each other wrong. The tiny dragon child has told him that he will not fight him, but he caused this fight and all because he was arrogant and prideful and silly.
Prideful little boy. Silly little boy. Stupid little boy.
Chase Young was right.
The boy cared naught for him. He only thought that he was a threat to his abilities.
Well…after he defeats the foolish dragon, he will go back to his shabby little home where the homeless and sickly roam and he shall never come back to this paradise-like land.
The child-monk crushed his heart with his dreadful arrogance and arrogance knows no love.
"You should be proud, Omi…"
First Jermaine/Omi! Short and sweet, wasn't it? Well...it will be sweet further on. This blurb-thing will go further, but until then, keep fantasizing!