A/N: I always forget disclaimers... but I don't really see why people write disclaimers at all. You're posting stuff on a FANFICTION site, people. Obviously, if you're posting a FANFICTION under, say, the Xiaolin Showdown FANFICTION category... people are not going to assume you own the show. So there's really no use. But whatever...

Disclaimer: I don't own, stupid!

Prompt: 003 – Sticks and Stones
Rating: T
Warnings: Character death
Words: 268

Guan knew that one day this would happen; one day this war would come to a climax, and a battle between him and Chase would be inevitable. But the knowledge of that didn't dull the pain that he felt when his spear went clean through Chase's stomach. It didn't help him accept it any when he sat by Chase's side and watched the light in his eyes slowly fade. There was no dramatic parting phrase, no "famous last words" imparted upon Guan. There was only Chase's golden eyes locked with his own, only the brief moment where Chase's quickly-growing-cold hand traveled down the line of Guan's chin. Guan grew clammy at the thought that it had all come down to this, centuries of deceit and war and lost lives, and now it was all ending. It was funny to think that once upon a time, he and Chase had been teammates, friends, lovers… And yet fifteen hundred years later, Chase lay on the floor dying by his hand. He thought back to when he and Chase had been growing up together in the same village, when the older boys would tease Chase for being so small, so thin, and ultimately breakable. Guan had often repeated the phrase "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me" to him for courage. But as Chase took a shallow last breathe, Guan felt his heart split in two, something that could never be repaired, and he knew that sticks and stones couldn't touch him. It was Chase's death, and only Chase's death, that was killing him now.