The dragon of water sighed and rubbed his bald head. The past few days proved to be a strain on him mentally, and he needed a break. All of the monks did. It was months after they defeated Wuya for the last time, and Omi had become evil, and then became good once more.
He felt as though his loyalty to Grand Master Dashi had been destroyed, but in the end he felt...okay.
Omi felt the green grass beneath his crossed legs and the wind swept through his nonexsistent hair.
He took in a deep breath and smelled the fresh autumn breeze, and heard the familiar tune of Jack's helipad.
"Hey, cromedome," Jack announces as he kicks a nearbye rock to it's doom.
"Hello, Jack Spicer." Omi says with a hint of annoyance at his meditation being disrupted.
"Where are the other Xiaolin losers gone to?" Jack asked as he sat down in front of Omi, almost a mirrored picture of him. Their foreheads touched, much to Omi's dismay.
"The others have retreated for the evening." He sighed as he stared at the guarded temple.
"This early?" Jack asked, mimicking Omi's posture. He sat up straight and mocked Omi by placing his fingers ontop of his own.
"It is none of your concern when my friends retire for the day, Jack." Omi spits.
"Huh. What's with you? You're a lot more...cranky tonight."
"I just have a lot on my mind." Omi looks away with a defeated face, wrinkles under his tired eyes.
"Is it about Wuya?"
"...Yes."
Jack sighed. "Lemme get your mind offa'it." Jack suggested. Omi looked back up at him as Jack scooted closer to him, a blush dusted across his grey face.
Jack lightly touched Omi's cheeks, which turned a bright pink. Foriegn lips touched, and Omi's mind sparked with new ideas and a feeling of lightness in his head.
When they parted, Omi felt lightheaded. "Jack, why did you..."
Jack stood up and dusted his cloak. "Told ya that would get your mind off of it! And if you tell anyone, even Dojo, you're dead." He glared as he took off into the night sky.
Omi's mind never felt clearer.