this is co-written with Chaotic monkey overlord. 50 percent credit goes to him.

7 years later

Kimiko happly walled through the hallways of her house, as if not a care in the world. The house was nothing fancy; just a 5 story mansion, with 24,000 square feet of floor space, 50 rooms, a pool, 4 hot tubs, a movie theater, bowling alley and arcade. Kimiko had her hair down and was wearing a crop top and jeans. She was the CEO of her father's company but it was now 50 percent her company.

"Man, what a day. I had to work overtime but it's worth it." She said before sitting down on the couch and turning on her wall-to-wall TV. The room was huge and had lots of collectibles everywhere. A few pictures hung on the wall of her family, including the other Xiaolin dragons. There was a large picture of them all jumping up in the air, waving Shen Gong Wu that they'd won.

Kimiko's temple like all the others was a training temple where up-and-coming monks can come train. Kimiko flipped through the channels before deciding on an action show. Her personality hadn't changed much over the long years and she still kept some of the old habits. She never hired any maids or whatever and did the chores herself, like she did at the temple. Sure, a top-to-bottom cleaning took three weeks, but she didn't have very many social gatherings at her house. She was the most successful of them all. She had grown just about an inch taller since she'd left the temple.

She picked a book off the coffee table and opened it. She laid down on the couch and began reading it. The title was "A Little Too Late: A Loser's Love Story", by Pedro Ramirez and had a picture of a boy with a large clock behind him on the cover. Kimiko continued to read the book before falling asleep.

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Clay yawned before walking outside of his little house. He had grown about four inches taller and wore his regular cowboy hat and a plaid shirt with jeans. He stood on the porch, looking out at the horizon. He had been pretty successful, being able to buy up, not just several neighboring ranches and keeping their owners and hired hands on working for his ranch and several thousand head of cattle every 3 months for the past year-and-a-half.

He turned as he heard the door open and Emily stepped out of the house. He covered the distance to his wife's side in one stride, then kissed her lightly on the lips once before saying, "So, how's the baby doing, Em?"

Emily giggled, then kissed him back before saying, "Fine. Been kicking since four in the morning, though."

"That's mighty impressive. This is his longest kicking spree yet, right?" Clay said, impressed. All of the baby's kicking sessions had lasted maybe fifteen to forty-five minutes, not an hour-and-a-half.

"Yeah." Emily replied, then said, "Well, I'd better head over and check on Quadrant Two, Sector Three, Section Seven, subsections Four through Six. You know that that's where the most problems occur. I've got time, but YOU need to head to the 'Chinese Ranch', as you call it, over in the Chinatown area of the ranch, before six."

Clay nodded, then said, "Well, take care, Emily." before getting onto a horse that was tied to the porch, untying it, and riding off. He was tied for second-most successful with Omi. Clay soon got over there and saw a young ranch hand fighting with one of his temples trainees. His temple was always in use and had lots of monks coming to train there. "Whoa, partners, no fights." Clay said to the two fighting. The ranch hand was 12 and the monk was 14.

Clay broke up the fight and recognized the ranch hand. It was Tommy, the son of one of Clay's friends. "Tommy, what happened this time?" He asked, knowing that Tommy always got into fights. Tommy just avoid his eyes and didn't reply. Clay sighed. "Why don't you check on the cattle." He said and Tommy nodded.

Late that night he laid on the roof of his house, looking up. He wondered how Omi and Kimiko were doing. Clay stayed in touch with Raimundo and fact came over for dinner once. Although they haven't talked in a year for several reasons. First, Raimundo didn't pay the phone bill. Clay smiled before drifting off to sleep. Life was good. True, he didn't see his old friends, but he had a good wife, a child on the way, and he was pretty successful.

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Omi was sitting at the temple, playing poker against Master Fung and Dojo while playing on his solar-powered laptop. He was winning the poker game. However, he was losing the online euchre game. He still wasn't a techno-genius; plus, he didn't understand that he wasn't playing against the computer, but against other people who were also connected to the Internet. He had been fairly successful, having used an experimental hair tonic to get hair that he always styles differently. Once, it was even styled like a strand of DNA.

"Blast this flaming piece of junk!" Omi shouted before throwing the laptop at Dojo. The dragon quickly dodged it before Omi laid down his hand. "Ha ha, I have just won." Omi laughed before punching the air. "My Ego has just doubled in size." He continued before Dojo got a baseball bat and whacked him on the head. "My ego . . . is damaged." Omi said before rubbing his head. "And so is my skull."

Omi collected his prizes, several pieces of bubble gum, and said good night to Master Fung and Dojo. Omi sighed before heading outside. He often did this and truly missed his friends. He had tried to get in touch with them but was unsuccessful except for Raimundo but he was drunk, and the next day Rai's phone was disconnected.

"My friends, I miss you. Things are not the same." He muttered before sitting on the grass. He was happy, but he didn't have any friends and they were his only family he had. "I'm sure you are all very happy with your lives and for that, I am glad." He added before he felt himself dozing off.

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Raimundo panted as he knelt on one knee in a attempt to stay up. He was in a large training area located in the temple he managed. Sweat and some blood fell to the ground. "Alright, let's go." He rasped before stone statues appeared and surrounded him. With a grin, Raimundo pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a red lighter. He put one in his mouth and lit it. "Let's rock." He said with a chuckle.

They all charged at him with a roar. "Wind." He said before he began spinning at a rapid pace. Soon, a tornado formed and the statues were smashed against each other. Soon he stopped spinning and leapt at one before punching right through it. One came up behind him, but he destroyed it with a simple kick.

Raimundo was the least successful of the four, but, almost as if in exchange, he was without a doubt the most powerful. He was still tall and sort of lanky but didn't have a ounce of fat on him. He wore a black hoodie with a skull-and-crossbones on the back. His hair was still messy and spiky. His medallion was around his neck as always.

The statues kept coming but he kept destroying them. He was unstoppable and didn't even let one get close without smashing it. Soon the field was covered with destroyed statues and Raimundo was panting but took in one giant breath before stopping. His temple was barely ever in use due to several reasons.

He took one last drag on his cigarette before putting it out.(DO NOT SMOKE, THIS IS A CARTOON. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.) He exited the training area and walked down a long hallway. Rai now lived at his temple because he couldn't pay the bills for his apartment. Soon, he went through a wooden door.

The room was large and made out of stone. There were a couple of dozen books in a stack, all by the author Pedro Ramirez. A desk was in the corner with stacks of blank paper on it. He walked over to another door and went through it. He went up a flight of stairs and came out in a small but comfortable chamber.

There were pictures of his fellow monks on the wall but 95 were pictures of Kimiko. "God, I miss her." he muttered before laying on the floor. "I'm happy that they are all doing great. Omi has hair, Clay's married and soon to have a kid, Kimiko's loaded. Ha, they've all fulfilled their dreams by now. I haven't even come close." He said before falling asleep, exhausted.