This is it! The last chapter! Keep in mind this isn't so expertly written, I didn't have so much time to edit since Halloween is tomorrow and such... Anyway, thanks to MusicChannySkyscraper, OMAC001, AliceXS, KaliAnn, Kayknepps 25, I'mInspiredByYou, kartoonfreek, Xsummergirl4235X, abhishekkaushal53, Moonheart13, summerjoy11 and ReadAndWriteButMostlyRead for reviewing, favouriting and following! You guys would not believe how happy I am to write so many pen names here! You guys inspire me! Free cookies for all! And for the last time this, to all Xiaolin Showdown fans;

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!


The Monks don't wait a beat to jump into action. "Dragon X Kumei formation!" Omi yells, the warriors assembling in their selected positions.

Chase Young's forked tongue flicks out of his snaky lips, his grin morphing into a steely glare. He brings his hand back, an arsenal of highly skilled moves just waiting to be unleashed.

"Yea! Give 'em a left hook! No, no, sweep kick! Go all Chuck Norris on 'em!" Jack throws a couple punches at the air, even aiming a couple at Wuya. "Out of the way you old hag, I'm trying to get a load of the action!"

The giant lizard looks over its shoulder at Jack, annoyance written all over his face. Looking back at the monks, Chase Young morphs back into his human form, his hands lightly dusting his armour. "Well, that was fun." He turns around and heads for the door.

The monks look at each other, clearly confused. "Okay, uh," Raimundo steps forward. "see ya later?"

"WHAA?" Jack hovers up to his idol, who swats him away as he walks out the door. "Chase, I thought you said you were going to beat them up for me!"

"I'm evil, I lie."

Jack's eyes grow twice and size, his lower lip jutting out. "But I this was supposed to be the ultimate prank…"

"It was." The Heylin Lord smiles. "There's nothing I really wanted more than to see this blow up in your face…" Chase smirks, holding his hand out to the monks. "Until next time," and with a (maybe a little showy) flash of light and smoke, he was gone.

"Well, there's no reason to let a perfectly executed formation to go to waste," Kimiko says, smiling.


Dojo liked spending time at the temple, he really did. He liked the monks, Master Fung particularly, and he liked the Xiaolin Warriors. They were like family to him. But just like any family, sometimes you just have to get away from them!

Dojo time was best spent in the valley, by far. It was dark this time of night, that was for sure, but at least it was quiet. No random explosions, no 'accidental' mishaps with the Thorn of Thuderbolt, and most of all, no—

"AHHAHHHHAAHH!" Jack Spicer crashes through a window, flying at top speeds. He soars over the rooftops of the temple, his clothes on fire. "I'll beee baaaack!" He screams as he descends over the mountainside.

-screaming.


"Jetbootsu… Fist of Tebigong… Moby Morpher? Where did this come from? We're not supposed to find this until the third season…" Kimiko tosses the Shen Gong Wu in another drawer. "Where's the… " the dragon of fire rummages through another pocket in the wall.

'You're still going to that party, huh?" Raimundo stands at the entrance of the vault, the Golden Tiger Claws strapped to his hand. He raps them lightly against cobblestone walls.

"Yea, so if you we're going to use those…" She points to the Wu, looking as if she's about to lunge for it.

"Naw," Raimundo waves them in front of her face. "Me and the boys are going to a Halloween party back in Rio."

"Raimundo!" This time she does jump for the Golden Tiger Claws, but her fellow monk holds it above her reach. Kimiko had it in her right mind to snap his arm, but she controlled herself.

"Hey, these things are first come, first serve." He heads back up the stairs, leaving Kimiko alone in the fleeting shadows of the vault. She climbs out after him.

"Come on! I thought you said you don't do Halloween parties!"

"I don't, but Omi hasn't gotten the full 360 yet."

"Omi's just a kid! You can't take him to a party!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't discriminate! Omi's been living like an adult his whole life, I'm sure he can handle a Halloween party." Raimundo shakes his head in disapproval. "I always thought better of you, Kimi."

"URGH!" She can't control her anger and more and jumps at him again, going for his neck rather than the Wu. Raimundo spins at the last second, grabbing the collar of her shirt and gently setting her back on the floor. "Or," he whispers to her, "we can all go to your party and we'll all be happy."

Kimiko glares at her friend. "I hate you."

"Wouldn't have it any other way."


Jack Spicer is bent over a disembodied piece of metal, welding torch in hand. He's more focused today than he's been in a while, all of his genius ideas simply starting to flow back again.

It has to be flame resistant. He thinks to himself. Bigger, so the monk's little blasts won't break it as easily. Reflective. It needs more common sense than the everyday Jack-bot, but not so much that it'll turn against me…

"JACK!" Wuya floats in, jagged voice scarping up his cleared mind. "JACK! What are you doing?" She flies up to take a closer look. "Is this…?"

"Sure is," The boy genius removes his goggles from over his eyes. "I've constructed the ultimate in scaring technology!" He runs over to a large lever by his worktable and grabs the handle, pulling with all of his minimal strength to activate his creation.

Generators light up with energy, an electric current forming between them. Jack laughs rather evilly, really feeling the mad scientist vibe. Wuya groans in the corner. The surge of electricity gathers and strikes Jack's creation, sparks flying from every open end in the monster.

"It's alive!" He yells as gears start to turn and joints begin to creak, the bot on the table uses the first of its energy to sit up. The Franken-bot blinks one eye, then the other, attempting to blink both eyes simultaneously. The creation looks rushed and scrapped together, pieces of sheet metal hastily bolted together in no particular pattern. Its outer coating is green; its eyes bright infrared beams. The robot's jaw sticks out way farther than it should, giving it the appearance of being stupid. And with the experimental blinking it was trying, it probably wasn't that smart to begin with.

"Final touches!" Jack squeals, pulling a pair of goggles quite like his own from his pocket. He stretches the elastic band and pulls it over Franken-bot's forehead. The machine shudders, but doesn't protest from the new accessory.

"He's perfect!" he sighs, wiping a tear away from his eye. "Now, Franken-bot," The boy genius rubs his hands together maliciously. "DESTROY THE XIAOLIN MONKS!"

The bot twitches and turns to look at Jack, its face void of emotion. It tilts its rusty head, bolts clanking around inside. The robot sits still.

"Hellooo? Franken-bot, I commanded you to destroy the Xiaolin monks!" Jack jumps up and down; knocking the bot of the side of the head with it is fist. "Why won't it obey me?" He whines to Wuya.

SQUEEEE… The bot lifts its arm with a creak, the anticipation in the room rising with its hand. The bot collapses back onto the table, smoke pouring from its jaw.

"URGH!" Jack gives his bot a punch, completely frustrated. His knuckles start to swell, and real tears escape his eyes. "Ow…"

"I knew it wouldn't work," Wuya mutters, crossing her ghostly arms.

"Well I don't see you giving any input here!"

The Heylin witch rolls her eyes, flying within inches of Jack's face. "If I help you with this, will you quit it with all the haunting?"

"Like you can do anything," he mumbles, looking at the ground.

The witch sighs, shrinking down to her miniscule size. She floats a circle around Jack's head, then right into Franken-bot's body.

Silence. "Wuya…?"

The robot's red eyes light up. It's large jaw creaks open; "In the monster," she cackles.


"Okay, Clay, you're a passionate philanthropist method actor who I met at a charity auction last weekend." Kimiko says, repositioning the cowboy's hat.

Clay gives her a quizzical look. "Why, exactly?"

The dragon of fire ignores him. "Omi, you're the new opening act for Swedish House Mafia, but you can only speak Finnish, so don't… talk." She turns to her vampire friend. "Rai, you're a professional skateboarding star and pop artist who lives in a mansion in L.A. and-"

Raimundo interrupts her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Kimiko, why the heck are you telling us this?" he asks.

She lets out an exasperated sigh, as if to say; like you don't know. "Because, this isn't some back-alley Halloween dance! This is the Halloween party of the holiday, and I have a reputation to upkeep." She blushes slightly. "Everyone besides Keiko thinks I've been attending a boarding school in Nepal…"

The boys look at each other with mixed feelings. "You are embarrassed of us?" Omi asks.

"No, Omi!" she pats him on the head affectionately. "I just… don't want anyone finding out, okay?"

"You kick Heylin ass all day long, and you want people thinking you've been at school?" The dragon of wind can clearly not see her logic.

"Just please please PLEASE work with me here!" She begged, holding out her clasped hands and jutting out her bottom lip in a pout.

Raimundo scoffed. "If anything, I should be the one telling you not to embarrass me…"

'Great!" She grins artifically, opening the entrance with as little force as possible. As soon as the door's open a crack the monks get hit with the full blast of the party. Bright lights flash in their faces, crazy fast dance tunes blare from all directions, silly string and streamers rain down from nowhere. People are packed into every nook and cranny, dancing, talking or just bobbing their heads to the beat.

Omi started breathing heavily, this being an entirely new experience for him.

A girl wearing a rather skimpy nurse's outfit with bubble gum pink hair falls out of the mass of bodies, grinning at the crowd, a dance still lingering in her hands. She notices the new party guests and grins even wider. "Kimiko!" She mouths, her words lost in the music.

"Keiko!" Kimiko squeals as the two friends entangle in a hug. The boys just stand around them awkwardly.

"EVERYBODY!" Kimiko's pink-haired friend screams over the music. "KIMIKO IS HERE!"

The crowd of people all turn and raise their cups. "KIMIKO!" They all yell in union, following by some girls screaming and some guys hooting.

"It's been too long! And you didn't say you were bringing your friends!" Keiko squeaks, tugging on Raimundo's cape. "And which one are you?"

Raimundo snatches his costume out of her hands, giving Kimiko a dubious look. "I'm Raimundo, and this is Cl—"

"Well come on, let's dance!" Keiko grabs both of their arms, leading them into the mob before they could protest.

"I'm all for a good hoedown, but this is just ridiculous," Clay mutters, looking over at his only present companion.

Omi's wobbles a little bit, his legs shaking. "This was not at all what I was expecting… where are the jack-o-lanterns?"

Clay sighs, already seeing what the rest of his Halloween night would turn into. "Let's go find some refreshments, little buddy…"


"Come on, Raimundo, dance." Keiko nudges him with her shoulder, something he would have liked from a girl if he wasn't so preoccupied with another. The dragon if wind shuffled around a bit, but he couldn't bring himself to try.

"OMG! That is redic!" Kimiko is surrounded by people, all trying to have a conversation with her at once. Asking her about her new school, mysterious friends and why she decided to keep her hair it's normal colour for Halloween. Or at all, for that matter.

They'd only been here for fifteen minutes and she was already starting with the LOL's and the; 'Oh, Misaki nice to see you! Kiss kiss!' Her voice had become considerably higher since they had arrived. She was becoming so, un-Kimiko and it was messing with his head. Why should she care so much now that she has him? Er, them, Clay, Omi and him.

"Come on, move a little!" Keiko giggles, bumping Rai with her hips. A small part of the dragon told him to go ahead and dance with Keiko. A much larger part was yelling at him to grab Kimiko and leave.

So he decided to dance with Keiko. Kimiko could act however she wanted, just like that annoying brat he had met on the first day at the temple.

He hated that girl.

A gentle breeze starts to whisper through the throngs of people, ruffling skirts and tousling hair, but no one gave it a second thought.

"OMG, yes! I have the greatest room on campus; my daddy only buys the best for me!"

A few stray hats appear as the slight breeze turns into a rough wind.

"Well of course I have a boyfriend there! Who do you think I am?"

The rough wind is starting to blow over party guests when Raimundo decides he needs to make a bathroom break.

"Rai!" Kimiko calls after him, but he ignores her. People start to panic as the wind starts throwing things, but he just closes the door behind himself.

The dragon of wind slaps himself in the face. "Get. A. Grip!"

He just stares at himself for a second. What was wrong with him? A creaky door smudges the silence.

Raimundo ignores it, of course. He looks down at his hands. He had never caused something as involuntary as that wind before, and he didn't understand why.

He feels someone breathing down his neck. He snaps his arm up, punching the personal space intruder in the face.

"OW!" Jack Spicer holds his nose, a trail of blood leaking through his fingers. "You didn't have to hit me!" He whines.

"What do you want?"

"I just wanted to show you my latest robot," the boy genius says, rolling up a piece of tissue paper and stuffing it in his bloody nose.

"Dude, can't this wait until tomorrow?" Raimundo wipes his knuckles on his cape. "I'm a little busy, if you haven't noticed."

Jack touches his fingertips together, grinning maliciously. "I think this is something you'll want to see now."

"That's a pretty lame comeback."

Jack throws his hands in the air in frustration. "Ugh! Frankenbot! Just get out here…"


Omi shakes his cup of punch. "It seems more gelatinous than liquid," He comments, holding it up for Clay to see.

Clay sighs and hangs his head. "This is not my idea of a fun Halloween…"

"GUYS GUYS GUYS!" Raimundo pushes his way through the crowd of dancing bodies towards his friends. "Have you seen Kim? We have to get out of here!" he says, panting.

"But Kimiko is having the chance to play catch with her friends," Omi says, also holding up his glass to Raimundo.

"Yea Rai, I'll do a little sufferin' to make Kimiko happy." Clay agrees. "What's the big rush?"

"That's the big rush!" A giant metal monster crashes through the wall, sending guests flying. People start to immediately scream and panic, backing up against the walls as the bot makes its way into the middle of the room, swinging its massive arms at anyone who came close enough.

Clay cracks his knuckles. "We've dealt with worse."

"No! You don't understand! That thing turned Jack into—"

A man with rather plasticy long hair and synthetic clothes jumps up and lands on the shoulder of the robot as it swings its arms at the crowd. He looks a little different; his skin a lot more shiny, but there was no mistaking him for—

"Chase Young!" Omi growls, pointing at the Heylin warrior.

"But it's Jack! That thing just spit on him and he just turned into Chase Young!"

As if to prove Raimundo's point, the giant green robot opens its creaky jaw, bubbling black goo leaking out. Chase Young wipes it away with his arm, then flips onto the ground and throws the slime on the nearest terrified partygoer.

"Ah, ah, ACHOO!" The victim of the sludge attack sneezes the same black slime out of her nose, coating the people next to her. Then she starts to scream, golden hair growing out her face, the cat ears on her head morphing onto her head, she fell to her hands and knees. "Meow."

"CHASE YOUNG TURNED THAT GIRL INTO A CAT!" Omi screeches, dropping his cup of punch, holding his hands on his head.

"Into her Halloween costume!" Raimundo corrected, backing away.

"Well I ain't chickening out against another one of Jack Spicer's robots," Clay says, pulling the Lasso Boa-Boa off of the belt of his costume. "Lasso Boa Boa!" The undead cowboy hitches onto the neck of the robot, swinging towards it with his legs out in front of him.

"Not so fast," Chase cackles, shaking more of the transforming black sludge from his arm in Clay's direction.

The Xiaolin warrior easily swerves around the goo, bringing his leg up and giving the robot a swift kick to the head. Yet, unlike Jack's usual robots which would crumple or explode, this bot didn't even retain a chip to the sloppy paint job. Clay bounced off, landing on the ground.

"ACHOO!" A guy that is quickly growing a long beard to match his wizard cape hobbles up to Clay, sneezing black slime all over all over the cowboy.

"Now that's just plum disgusting," Clay says, trying to fling the goo off of him as Jack-Chase cackles.

"Omi, let's get in there!" Raimundo flips onto his hands, then as he's about to land on his feet does he call; "Jetbootsu!" You would have never noticed the Wu hidden among is costume. Flying up towards the franken-bot, he raises his fist.

"No so fast, partner!" The lasso boa-boa grabs the dragon of wind around the waist and pulling him to the ground and into a chokehold.

"GHOST CLAY!" Raimundo shrieks, getting a full-on view of Clay's ever so lovely new scull for a head.

'You wouldn't want to do that now, would 'ya?" The truly undead cowboy wraps the lasso boa-boa around his friend's throat, letting the Wu do what it was meant for.

"HIYA!" Kimiko jumps in, punching Clay in his glowing scull head. The monster looks shocked for a second, then his head just fell off and rolled away, his body falling limp to the floor.

"OH MY GOD! I THINK I JUST KILLED CLAY!" Kimiko screams, holding her hands on her face.

Just… a little…help…." Raimundo tugs on the cuff of her leggings, gripping the Shen Gong Wu wrapped around his neck.

"Oops…" Kimiko helps her friend out of the strangling bonds of the Lasso Boa-Boa, pulling him back to his feet.

Raimundo throws the Wu on the floor, kicking it across the room for it for good measure. "We have to reverse the effects of this thing…"

"Falcon buying lemonade!" Omi grabs the giant bot by its mechanical foot with ease, picking it up and swinging it around until it hit the wall of the hall, drywall crumbling. People scream and scatter, running with their arms over their heads in every direction to avoid the fight.

The robot, as hard as it was to believe, brings itself back to its feet, raising its fists and running towards Omi, black sludge dripping out of its jaw.

"Omi!" Raimundo calls, running towards his fellow monk. Omi runs right in between the robot's legs, confusing it. The bald monk does a back flip, spring boarding off of Raimundo's clasped hands and power punching the robot, crushing it into a new crater in the floor.

"YEEEHAW!" A warty old witch riding a broom stick plows into Kimiko at top speeds, sending them both hurtling through a wall.

"Kimiko!" The dragon of the wind doubles back and runs towards the hole Kimiko disappeared through, steam pouring out of the wounded structure. Clay's undead skull chuckles as he runs by. Creepy.

Someone approaches him from behind, and for the second time that night, wrapping something around his neck. "Let me hear your heart stop!" A pink-haired girl screeches, tightening her stethoscope around his throat.

A figure flips out of the gaping hole in the wall; her foot connecting with Keiko's face, the possessed nurse falls to the ground unconscious.

This new girl doesn't seem any less evil, her head atop with pointy black horns, leathery bat wings were tucked into the crook of her back. A real as ever tail whipped up and down her side, and her eyes were not their usual wintry blue, rather, burning red. Fire danced up and down her arms, gathering in her hands.

"Kimiko…?" Was all Raimundo could say. Something exploded in the background, but he seemed too phased to notice.

"Would Kimiko do this?" She asked, extinguishing the flame in her palms and grabbing his shirt, giving him a full kiss on the lips. Then she grabbed him by the oversized cape and tossed him across the room, but still, she had kissed him.

"Kimiko keep way too many secrets about her feelings," The she-devil cackles, lightly fluttering over to him. "But I don't." she laughs again, grabbing him by the cape once again and pushing him up against the wall.

"It is no use fighting, robot," Omi warns, circling the bot around the room. It had been an elaborate dance, but the youngest monk was nowhere to wearing out. If they hadn't already been transformed, people ran in all directions, bumping into each other and falling to the floor. In one corner, a giant butterfly with human arms and legs is flying terrified partygoers up the rafters, draping them along the metal bars like carpets.

Needless to say, the room was in utter chaos.

Kimiko tosses Rai across the room again, this time not worrying if he gets up or not. The previous dragon of fire lunges at Omi, catching him off guard.

"OW OW OW!" Omi yells, holding his hands in front of his face as Kimiko goes for a less flamboyant attack and decides to just scratch at him.

A Xiaolin warrior with bleach white skin and bloody fangs jumps into the mix, his teeth snapping at Kimiko's neck first, who punches him in the face in a response.

Omi crawls out of the tussle, regarding out of the corner of hi eye Raimundo and Kimiko trying to beat each other to a pulp with little success.

"It is now finally down to you and me," Omi says, squaring off with the Franken-bot again, who had been previously preoccupied with trying to juggle the guests.

"And me!" Jack-Chase pipes in, who looked as if he had been sitting up against the wall for the entire fight.

"Flick off, Jack." The robot swats Jack like a fly, sending him soaring into a wall and out of sight.

Omi's head lights up as he attempts to concentrate. He couldn't hit the robot, it was too strong. But there might be another way…

The smallest monk darts towards the party crasher, jumping from one side to another, letting the beast's eyes try and follow his movements. In a quick motion he slides underneath the sickly black waterfall coming from its mouth, slime coating the dragon of water.

"What was that for?" Wuya opens the jaw of the bot just a crack more to retort. "You just lost, cheeseball."

Omi can only howl in response, sitting on all fours like a dog. He's absolutely covered in real fur, his hands morphed into long, sharp talons. The werewolf jumps at the bot, closing his claws around a messily placed sheet of metal. Before Wuya can even react, Omi's clawed his way inside, tearing Jack's mechanics to shreds like a puppy digging a hole in the backyard.

"I can't move!" The evil witch wails, her arms and legs short circuiting, sparks flying from her joints as she shudders to the floor. The back of the robot pops open, a piece of sheet metal kicked high in the air. Omi triumphantly climbs out, howling one last time before he's shifted once again to being just a boy in a costume, the effects wearing off.

A universal groan goes up among the crowds of people as they slowly shift back into a normal state. Some looked incredibly confused, rubbing their heads and sinking down to the ground. A boy falls from the rafters as his monkey tail disappears, landing on a girl who had the unpleasant experience of being a lamp. Clay's bony white head zooms through the air, going to reattach itself.

"Jack! You idiot!" Wuya screams, floating out of her mechanical body after realizing it was no longer functional.

"How is this my fault?!" The boy genius yells in response, throwing his hands in the air. Luckily for everyone, he was back to looking like plain old Jack Spicer.

Wuya flies right past him through the wall. "Just you being in the same room I knew this was going to end badly!"

"That hurts, you old witch." Jack says boldly, marching over to his fallen robot. He grabs the arm, trying to pull it out of the room. After almost a minute or so of grunting and pushing, he abandons it with a shrug. "Goodbye my beautiful Franken-bot…" he sighs before activating his Heli-bot and flying off through a convenient hole in the wall.


"My head feels like it's been trampled by a herd of cattle," Clay moans, knocking on his noggin. "I can't believe you actually made it fall off…"

"I can't believe I broke my best friend's nose…" Kimiko sighs, half of her costume in her hands.

The dragons had decided that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to stick around for the aftermath of the party, and had high-tailed right out of there. The courtyard of the temple was only barely visible by candlelight as they monks snuck their way back to their rooms, god forbid they get caught for sneaking out… and destroying a popular club in Tokyo, too…

"I can't believe Omi saved all our butts again," Raimundo says huffily, his costume also in pieces. That would be the last time this dragon ever wore a cape. Too dangerous. "Even on Halloween, he does it again!"

The youngest monk smiles smugly in the darkness, crossing his arms in satisfaction. "My friends, although Raimundo is most correct about me saving the day once again, I must voice my concern that maybe Halloween is just not a holiday that mixes with the world of Xiaolin…"

Kimiko ruffles Omi's fake fur. "Agreed."

Simultaneously, the monks sense another presence standing behind them. They stop walking, looking at each other for confirmation of how they should react. But they know what they must do.

"BOO!" Jack Spicer yells, grabbing Omi on the shoulders.

"AH! IT IS A PHANTOM!" The dragon of water screams, fighting his reflex to flip Jack over his shoulder, instead deciding to jump back into Raimundo's arms.

"Gotcha!" The evil boy genius laughs, giving himself a high five. "Great job, Jack! Right back at you, Jack!" He reiterates.

"Now leave." Kimiko said with a dead serious tone, holding her devil's tail in his face.

"Okay, okay, girl, don't feel threatened." He put up his arms, slowly flying into the distance. "I can't wait until next Halloween!" he hoots, fading into the black.

"What have we just done?" Clay says, shaking his head.

"Next time, let's just beat him up." Kimiko says, only imagining what next year's Halloween would be like.

The vote was unanimous. "Agreed."

The monks walk in silence for a minute or so, not needing to talk to recollect of all the things that had happened to them in less than 24 hours. In some weird, indescribably odd way, it had been kind of fun. Kind of.

As soon as they reached the entrance to the common rooms, the monks start to shuffle through the door, the thoughts of tomorrows training weighing on their minds. Kimiko puts her arm in front of the doorway right before Raimundo it about to pass through. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

The dragon of wind looks at her quizzically, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "I guess. What's on your mind?"

"Well," She throws her costume on the ground, turning to sit on the steps of the building. "What was up with you at that party? You looked so angry…"

He sits down next to her, not really wanting to talk about this now. Or ever. "I dunno. I just didn't like the way you were acting. Like some spoiled rich kid, all because you were talking to your old friends. It just… bothered me."

"They're not my friends." She sighs. "It's just a defense mechanism, I guess. Or maybe I am that conceited. I used to have so much in common with Keiko, but now I feel like we're drifting apart…"

They sit in silence for a minute or so, neither party knowing what to say, but some things still needed to be said.

"You were a pretty cute she-devil, by the way." He says, looking in the opposite direction.

"Well you were a very fine vampire, by the way."

"I totally took it easy on you." He says dryly, turning to face her once again.

"Did not! You were working your vampire butt off fighting me, and you knew it," she laughed, hitting him on the shoulder.

More awkward silence. Raimundo considered running inside, but…

He looks down at his shoes, determined not to look her in the eyes. "You know that after you had turned you… you know…"

"Yea I know…"

"And then you said to me—"

"Yea I was there…"

A small sliver of silence before he could talk to her again. "So then was it true?"

"What was?"

"Well you said—"

"So what if it was?"

So what if it was? He asked himself. So what? Is he just going to spill his guts right now, at this time in the night, on the front steps of the common room building? He was no girl expert, but he was sure it wouldn't be something Kimiko would appreciate right now, either…

"Then I guess it'll just be my turn to play hard to get." He whispered, turning her head and giving her an ever so soft kiss. Their lips met for only a second or two before he was gone, disappeared into his room. Playing hard to get.

Kimiko laughed to herself. She patted the pumpkin at her side, the infamously carved Pumkimundo. "Goodnight to you too, Rai." And with those simple words, snuffed out the light inside.


A/N: I do feel like a got a bit OOC at the end here... just putting it out there...