Through Another's Eyes
Disclaimer: I don't own any Wu or Xiaolin Showdown stuff, except for my other story, where the dis. is basically the same.
"Dojo!" I sighed, waking up from a luscious slumber filled with dreams of food. Oh. Let me introduce myself! The names Dojo, Dojo Kanojo Cho. I think Grandmaster Dashi named me that like, 1556 years ago. But before I delve into the inner depths of being a dragon lost in the pages of history, let me go back to the present.
A tiny, bald monk stared down at me, looking over my scales. Omi, that's his name. He was just a baby when we found him on the doorsteps of the Temple. Me and Master Fung, that is. Anyways, he started attempting to meditate, but got bored. I guess he saw my rash. The pink bums running up and down. Talking about Rashes, I itch. I began snaking my claws up and down, up and down. Ohhh. That felt better. Now I turned to Omi.
"What, kid? My rash?"
"No, Dojo," He said brightly, "I just wanted to tell you that you have 99,998 scales on you."
"You interrupted my sleep for that? OMI! Sheesh…" He started whimpering, and would've cried if Master Fung had not wrapped his arms around him.
"Young monk, Dojo has his right to be frustrated. Now why don't we practice our martial arts?" he said gently.
"O, yes of course Master Fung!" He ran off, smiling happily.
5 years later…
I had just finished recanting this tale with Kimiko, Raimundo, and Clay. Kimiko was on the verge of crying, Raimundo was now staring at the ground, his hands deep within his pockets, and Clay was blowing his nose loudly with his neckerchief.
I looked up, startled at their reactions.
"You seriously think that pushed Omi over?" I queried gently, thinking.
"Well…" Clay sighed, putting his hat back on. "I reckon it had somethin' to do with it."
"Yeah, Dojo. I mean, even I can agree with Clay, for once." I turned to Kimiko, my one benefactor. Her tears were streaming down her face.
"Dojo," She reached, patted me, and said, "Omi isn't gone because of you. He's gone because of us."
"I guess…" I sighed, throwing my hands in defeat. "Oh well. There's nothing we can do now. Nothing." We all glumly looked at the ground. Memories flooded back to me. All were of Omi. I sigh again, and extend to full form. "I'm finding him."
"But Dojo…"
"No buts." I flew into the night sky, my eye blurred with tears.
