It was a half an hour past midnight, and Rai still had a hard time trying to open the scroll. He didn't really need to worry about Omi surprising him; he was usually gone until 5, sometimes 4, am to get at least a few hours of rest, as he had found out. Once, he was almost caught, only once. It had been a few weeks after his discovery. Omi had come back early (2 am). When the door opened to the room, Rai was putting the scroll away. Omi's eyes were barely open, and he was holding back a yawn.
"Raimundo?" he had asked sleepily, making the older of the two jumped. He turned quickly, surprised. He had managed to convince the tired monk that he had been dreaming, and tucked him into bed. He didn't suspect anything after that.
So why was it so hard to open the scroll this time? He'd done it many times before! This should be as easy as all those other times.
But it wasn't, he knew. That's why it was so hard.
Because, deep down, he didn't want to know why. He didn't want to know why Chase Young.
He wanted to know why not himself? And that, he was sure, would be the hardest thing to take in his entire life.
Because, no matter how much he changed, he knew Omi would only love him as a friend, perhaps a brother.
But never as a lover.
It took him a few more minutes of calming himself down before he opened the scroll, to see Omi's small, precise cursive handwriting. The date was set for today, but he didn't want to know what had gone through Omi's head today. At least, not yet. He unrolled the scroll more; looking for the right date of when Omi was first became evil.
I was not able to write down the last few days, as I was with Chase, and on the Heylin side. I did not plan it, for he kept it a secret from me, surprising me, so I did not have to try too hard to act. He and I both know I do not want to turn to the Heylin side unless I retreat to it. It is sad to think of it that way.
Retreat? Why would Omi retreat to the Heylin side? Did he think he would be hated if they were to find out about the prince?
'Of course that's what he'd think.' Rai thought. 'Chase is the enemy.'
When I came back from the Yin Yang world, I felt -- There was a bit of space between after the word. Rai had picked up that Omi would put a bit of space between the words without meaning to when he stopped, thinking of the correct words or phrases to write—strange. I wanted to tell my secrets, the things I've been holding back, to my friends, to Master Fung. I wanted to fight, as if that was what I was created for, born for. It is hard (space) to describe. Chase told me that that was my dark side and it was not that dark. I do not remember most of what happened, but I do remember a few things.
I remember warm hands on my back, relaxing me. For a short period of time, I did not want to fight. I wanted to stay where I was, and feel relaxed, forever. In my mind, (space) it was like the only way to feel such pleasure was to fight, fight, fight and to win, win, win. When the warm hands pulled away, and the owner of them told me we had company, I immediately wanted the comfort of relaxment to come back. And the only to get it back was to fight.
I remember fighting. Fighting against two familiar persons, which now I know was Clay and Raimundo. I remember seeing Raimundo pinned up against the wall with water. I saw a tear roll down from his eye. What that really a tear? Was it a loose water drop that had hit him next to his eye, and looked like one? My expression changed. Was he crying for me?
Rai remembered that. He hadn't ment to, at first. It had just slipped out. He didn't want to fight against Omi. His secret crush. The one he loved. But he had to. He often wondered how Omi could fight against Chase. Was it hard? Fighting against one you loved?
Then I remember becoming my old self again, after Kimiko had given back my chi, I didn't exactly know what had happened. I knew Chase wouldn't let me go that easily when he changed into his beast from. He caught the fire Dojo had sent to him, and turned it to a memory recall, making me recall when I pledged my alliance to him. I had to keep my word, as a Xiaolin Monk. He must have planned this for a long time. He turned me into a cat, as he had turned the other warriors into cats as well. I had often wondered how Chase got them. Did they not have friends to cry over the loss of them? What about (space) their family? Where they like me, orphaned? I did not ask Chase. It was not any of my business, at any rate.
I hissed at my friends, trying to scare them away. It did work, and I watched them go. I felt a few rain drops fall on my nose as I watched them leave. It was not raining. Where had it came from? I looked closely. Raimundo was crying.
Indeed, Rai had been crying. He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to let Omi stay with Chase, not even for a millisecond. He was desperate to find a way to get Omi back! Even if the consequences were that he, Rai, was to die just to keep Omi away from Chase, then heRai would do that.
He had already known all of this! Besides how Omi felt, of course. He knew his questions he had asked himself would be answered after this. Because this is after he and the others left Omi.
He skipped down farther. There! This is the date! These are the days Omi was with Chase. Sweat slightly dropped down. He was nervous. What had the two done in those three days? What Rai really ready for it? He took his head. This is it! No more doubts. He started to read.
Hey Guyes!
I'm so glad with all of the reveiws. I honestly didn't think anyone would review, and even that nicely! Thanks, dearly!
Anyway, this is complete filler. Sorry for the long wait. I got ideas yesterday, and finished the thrid chapter, only to find out I hadn't submitted the second, the one before this! So, If finished it up today, and so I'm submitting it.
Alright! I'm out. oh, Ps. If this comes out in all one paragraph with a bunch of weird crap, then tell me. I'm doing it on my mac, so the editor thing doesn't work for the browser I have to use(safari). Ima check to see, but if I don't get time, then tell me, please.
