Hey guys! Mahalo (that's Hawaiian for thank you) to all of those who have been reading and reviewing so far! Here's the first chapter!
Disclaimer: I still don't own Xiaolin Showdown. Yup. That hasn't changed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
There was an audible 'oof' as Raimundo slung a red bag over his shoulder. The boy's teal eyes scrunched up, his brow furrowed.
"Kimiko..." He breathed, tugging the bag up his back. "What have you got in here?"
"Not much." The Japanese girl said blankly, curling the tip of one of her ponytails around her index finger. "Clothes, makeup, Goo Zombies 2, Kochika Raider..."
Raimundo grunted, trudging towards the temple door. "All that shouldn't weigh as much as this..."
"...Hair supplies." Kimiko finished.
Ah. Raimundo glanced at his friend, who had a different hairstyle for every day of the year. "That would do it." He let the bag drop to the ground with a loud thud. "Well, I'm going to get my bag."
"Thank you, Rai!" Kimiko called afer him.
Raimundo stepped into his curtained-off sectioned of the bedroom, picking up his orange duffle bag. He paused for a moment, then poked his head into the section of the room belonging to Clay. "Yo, uh, Clay, you ready?"
"Almost..." The cowboy looked over his shoulder at his friend and patted a brown suitcase. "I gotta finish packin'."
"Ya know, Dojo told us to pack our things yesterday."
"Well, yeah. An' I was. But then I got hungry, and then there was..." He counted off on his fingers. "Chores, dinner, more chores, an' bed. I didn't get the chance."
Rai shook his head. "Whatever, dude." He grinned. "Man, how sweet is this? Two whole weeks. Away from the temple. At home."
"Yeah..." Clay took of his hat and brushed his hair back. "It's gonna be a bit strange, though. No trainin', no lookin' fer the Wu..."
"Getting to sleep in!" Raimundo exclaimed, his voice overflowing with excitement.
Clay smirked, putting his hat back on. "Speak fer yourself, partner. There ain't no sleepin' in at the ranch."
The Brazilian shrugged. "I feel kinda bad for Omi, though. Not having a real family to go home to."
"The way I figure it, this has pretty much become his home an' his family."
"Maybe. But... Still..."
"I guess I can see where you're comin' from with that. But it could be worse. I mean... Can you imagine havin' a family to spend the holidays with, but not wantin' to spend it with them?"
Raimundo exhaled, raising his eyebrows. "Nah... I can't... I mean... That'd be awf...ul..." He trailed off, suddenly standing up very straight. Without a word to Clay, he turned around and bolted out of the room.
"Kimiko! KIMIKO! I need to use your cell phone!"
