Ana: This is pathetic! I leave you two alone for ten minutes and you demolish my living room!
Chase: Rai started it!
Ana: Really, Chase? You're over 1500 years old and you blame this on... Oh, hi. I went out for a walk, left Chase in charge, and come home to a demolished living room! Honestly, I had higher standards for you people.
Rai: Pretty big talk for someone who's not even fifteen yet.
Chase: We're both older than you.
Ana: ANYWAY! Back to a more important matter. In this chapter, you'll learn about how Chase and Ahn-Li already know each other.
Chase: It's because...
Ana: SMACK! Don't give it away! Enjoy the story. I'll see ya later. As for you two...
Disclaimer: I own no aspects of Xiaolin Showdown, but Ahn-Li and all aspects surrounding her story belong to me.
Chapter 3: "I Don't Lose!"
Ahn-Li had just come back from her meeting with Chase Young, ignoring the dismantled machines littering the ground beneath her feet. Omi's face brightened when he saw her and he quickly ran to her. The other Dragons followed behind him. "Nguyen Ahn-Li!" The yellow monk cried as he reached her, "Where have you been?"
"Yeah, you missed an opportunity to beat up Jack." Raimundo said.
"You act like there won't be others." Kimiko giggled, giving Raimundo a light punch on the shoulder as they all laughed about it. Ahn-Li walked past them without saying a word. Kimiko's eyes lit up with concern and she swiftly caught up with the new Dragon. "Ahn-Li, what's up?" she asked.
Ahn-Li shook her head and a Sahara-dry laugh passed her lips. "Let's just say I had a little run-in with an old friend of mine…" she growled.
Kimiko's head titled to the side and she stopped, looking back at the boys. They shrugged their shoulders, also confused about what she meant. Clay was the one to ask the question, though. "Friend?"
Ahn-Li looked over her shoulder at them, a wry smile on her face. "A no-good snake-in-the-grass by the name of Chase Young." She spat, her Southern accent becoming a bit heavy.
The other monks went wide-eyed and the summer air around them seemed to grow cold. She, a girl from the complete opposite side of the globe, knew Chase Young, evil super villain? It was thought to be an impossibility, but her tone told them that it was, in fact, possible. That would explain her earlier interest in regards to him.
Ahn-Li sat in the mediation hall in the lotus pose, trying to clear her mind of the murderous thoughts that floated through it, even if it wasn't really working.
The Wudai Warriors were standing at the entrance, peeking in cautiously at her. Even though they were curious about the current situation, they couldn't bring themselves to ask about it. Honestly, they were kind of scared to. "So, uh…" Raimundo whispered, smiling nervously. "Who wants to try first?"
Clay shook his head, putting his hands on his hips as he looked down at Raimundo. "It ain't right, pryin' into her business and all." He scolded him. "If she wanted us to know, she woulda told us."
"But we're talking about Chase Young, here, Clay. You know, the guy that kidnapped Master Fung, turned Omi evil, nearly took over the world, and almost killed you at least twice." Kimiko pointed out, looking in at Ahn-Li again. "This is serious."
Omi put up his fist in between all of them, bringing their attention down to him. "Perhaps a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors is the proper way to decide." he suggested, grinning from ear to ear.
Clay put his hands out in front of him, taking a step back. "No way." He tipped his hat to them, turning to walk down the hall. "Y'all can go ahead, but I'm gonna get outta dodge before the sparks fly."
The other three shrugged their shoulders, gladly taking his suggestion as they put their fists out. Raimundo and Kimiko glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes, smirking and chuckling deviously. "Rock! Paper! Scissors!"
Omi's hand remained in a tight fist while Kimiko's and Raimundo's palms were opened. No matter how many times they had tried to teach this game to him, he would pick the rock every time. Kimiko nodded, shoving him into the room. Omi took an uneasy breath, looking behind him at Kimiko and Raimundo, who were shooing him into the room. He walked further into the room and stopped in front of Ahn-Li, clearing his throat. "A nickel for your thoughts, Nguyen Ahn-Li?"
"It's penny, kid." she said.
Omi's hand abruptly went across his knee as he let out a hearty laugh. "All forms of currency! But, in regards to Chase Young…" Kimiko and Raimundo ducked around the corner when they saw one of Ahn-Li's eyes open in half a glare. Omi, however was still going. "Did you two, by any chance grow up in the same province?"
"I haven't lived in China since I was five." Both of her eyes were now open "And do I look like I'm fifteen hundred years old to you?"
"No..." His face lit up and he raised a finger along with a point, "But neither does Chase Young!"
Her eyebrow ticked and she pointed at the door. "Get out!" she roared.
Omi squeaked, taking a couple of steps back and then running out the door. Raimundo grabbed him and pulled him out of the doorway. The little boy was panting, his dark eyes wide as he looked up at Raimundo. "That was possibly the most terrifying thing I have ever done in my life!" he cried in hushed tones, hugging Raimundo.
Raimundo's face deadpanned and he put his palm on Omi's head, casually pushing him off of him. Kimiko leaned against the wall, grinning at the Dragon of the Wind. "Your turn, Rai."
He was quiet for a moment, viewing this as going to his own execution. And, truth be told, he didn't want to die, not just yet. "Nose game!" he called quietly.
"Wha?"
Kimiko looked at Raimundo to see his finger on his nose, and him grinning. Her eyebrows arose with surprise. She readied to protest, but Raimundo nodded his head to the meditation hall. She stomped her foot in protest, but went inside anyways. She forced a little grin on her face as she approached the meditating Dragon. "Are you and Chase related in any way?" Kimiko asked, "Like he's your living ancestor or something?"
Ahn-Li shuddered, but managed to hold her meditative pose. "God, no. I would sooner jump into a tar pit than be related to that snake."
Kimiko was smart enough to avoid asking anymore questions and simply nodded, making a hasty retreat from the room. She let out a relieved sigh, glad to be rid of that heavy atmosphere. "Alright, Raimundo."
Again, Raimundo was quiet, his eyes searching for another possible way to stall. At this time, Dojo slithered up to them, finishing off the last but of a cupcake. "Hey, kiddies." He brushed the crumbs out of his beard. "What're you up to?"
As though a light bulb went off in his head, Raimundo smiled deviously, shrugging his shoulders casually. "Ah, nothing. Just wondering how Ahn-Li knows Chase."
Dojo smiled, flipping his hand through the air casually. "No need for that, 'cause I already know the answer." He winked at them before he went into the room. He stopped beside Ahn-Li and leaned into her arm, batting his eyelashes. "You two were together, weren't you?" he asked with a sly grin.
She pinned Dojo to the floor by his neck without even looking at him, leaving him squirming beneath her palm. She opened her eyes, anger flashing in them. "Like I'd ever go out with that conniving lizard of a man!" She yelled down at him. "Look, I really don't want to talk about it, alright?" She looked at the doorway, seeing the other monks peering into it. She stood up, sending a pointed glare in their direction. "Ask me about that guy one more time, and I swear I'll knock your frickin' teeth out!"
Master Fung appeared behind her at this time, putting his hands on the slender girl's shoulders. "It would be best to let her be for now, young Dragons." He advised them. "Ahn-Li will tell you when she is ready." He looked down at her, the usual kind smile on his face. "Isn't that right, young one?"
Her face calmed significantly and she bowed silently to him. She then turned on her heel and ran out of the meditation hall and to her room… Which she had trouble finding because, like the day before, she got horribly lost in the temple.
After an unexpected journey through the temple, Ahn-Li managed to make it to her room. She laid back on her mat with her Mp3 player plugged into her ears, trying to figure out why the other monks were prying so much. Just because she happened to know and loathe one of the most evil men on Earth at did not mean anything to them. Or at least it shouldn't. It was her business. Besides, in her opinion, talking about that event meant reliving it, which had a ninety-nine percent chance of making her angrier. "Maybe I'll let off a little steam with some training." She thought out loud, pulling the headphones out of her ears and setting the Mp3 player in her chest.
The one place Ahn-Li could always find the way to was the temple training grounds. If there was anything she loved more than food, it was training.
She took her stance at the training dummy and proceeded to beat the stuffing out of it. Literally. Cotton was flying with each punch and kick she dealt to it. She even went so far as to give in to her girlish side and slashed at the dummy's face with her nails
Surprisingly, the training only made her anger grow. She had her hands around its neck, about to rip its head off, when someone then tapped her on the shoulder. Acting upon instinct, and a bit of blind fury, she brought her foot up and swung it around, as to kick her unexpected visitor. Her foot was caught in an instant. "Chill out, Ahn-Li." The person said calmly. "It's only me."
Somewhat soothed by the voice, she was now seeing through serene eyes. However, once she saw who it was she was mad again. Actually, she flew off the handle a moment later. "Dammit, Raimundo," she shouted, smacking him on the arm, "Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Sorry, didn't know you were in the zone." Raimundo said, putting his hands up defensively. "I just wanted to see if you were feeling any better and I had a feeling you'd be here."
"Well, I'm not." She snapped, glaring at him. "Now that you know, you can leave"
She tore her foot from his grip and straightened her robes, practicing her stances. Raimundo's arms folded over his chest as he watched her practice. She looked so focused as she went through her stances, but the aggressive manner in which they were done emphasized the anger she was feeling. "What is it about Chase Young that makes you so mad?" he asked after a long period of silence.
She froze in the tiger stance, her eyebrow starting to tick again. She took a deep breath in an attempt to control her anger, failing miserably. "I already told y'all I didn't want to talk about it, and I really don't!" she snapped. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"
Raimundo opened his mouth to answer, then shut it again. That was a good question. After what had happened in the meditation hall, the other Xiaolin Dragons had decided to let her be. He was the only one to stay on the subject. He didn't know why. He just did.
She turned on her heel and started to run off again. She had not even gotten a decent sprint going before Raimundo caught her by the wrist. Ahn-Li, in turn, grabbed his hand and worked to pry it off of her. He kept his grip loose, but not so loose that she would be able to slip out of it. "Why don't you just tell me?" he persisted.
"I don't want to, now let me go!" she protested, trying even harder to pull herself away from him.
This actually hurt her because Chase had already left a bruise as payback the pedophile comment she had made earlier. He jerked her wrist forward and pulled her to him, now looking straight into her eyes. "Just me." He suggested again.
Ahn-Li glared at him. It became difficult to hold the face when he was looking at her with such innocent curiosity and she was now putting more effort into fighting her oncoming blush. He almost looked—dare she think it—cute.
"Ugh!" She sighed in defeat. This Dragon was more trouble than he was worth. "If I tell you and just you, can you have the others please get off my back about it?"
His eyes lit up and a smile decorated his face at the small victory. "I give you my word as Shoku Warrior."
She finally managed to wrench her wrist from his grip. "Okay, then."
The two went and sat by the pond, the only other place she knew the way to. As of late, Ahn-Li had found that to be a good place to clear her head. She would need to if she wanted to get through this conversation. She was laying on her stomach, crossing her ankles in the air as she began her story. "We should probably start from the very beginning. When I was about two, Nai-Nai, my grandma, started teaching me Kung Fu. She actually gave private lessons for a living. She was no easier on me than any other kid she took in, though." She nibbled on one of her knuckles with a small grin. "Actually, I think she was hardest on me."
She thought back to her lessons in the back yard of her house and how Yang-Li drove her into the ground during training sessions.
"Keep your hands straight, Yue!" Yang-Li shouted, "Like a board!"
A four-year-old Ahn-Li was in a basic mantis stance, panting heavily from the intense training session she'd been having with her grandmother. "I'm trying, Nai-Nai!"
A stalk of bamboo flew at her. Ahn-Li's eyes widened and she cut it with her hand. Three more came towards her. She blocked one with her elbow and kicked another. The fifth one was nearly upon her and she ducked quickly, seeing her short life flashing before her eyes. She sighed with relief and smiled. Suddenly Yang-Li was in front of her, a fan in hand. She smacked her granddaughter in the forehead. "Ow!" she cried, covering her forehead, "Nai-Nai..."
"You moved away." She scolded her, "Jiānqiáng. Again!"
"When I was five, we moved to America and Nai-Nai enrolled me in a martial arts academy and I started taking Karate along with the Kung Fu at home. I worked my butt off every day and then come home for more training with Nai-Nai. I ended up leaving the academy when I was thirteen."
"Not that this isn't interesting," Raimundo interrupted, bringing a scowl from her. "But what does this have to with how you and Chase know each other?"
"Hold on, it's getting there. After graduating, I entered competitions and tournaments and always came out in the top three. In all of my competitions, Chase always was there." She shuddered. "When I turned fifteen, they let me go into the adult tournaments. This is when I actually noticed Chase..."
Ahn-Li was walking down to the street to the stadium where the competition was going to be. When she got there, standing by the door was a young man. He looked looked be about nineteen years of age. He had long, silky black hair and wore bronze armor. When she saw his gold, lizard-like eyes, she remembered seeing him at the other contests she participated in in the past. She had not noticed this because of the distance that had been between them before, but there was a sinister, cold chill that surrounded him. It struck a nervous twinge in her that made her freeze where she stood. As he started to walk over to her, the loudspeaker cut the tense air. "Contestants, the tournament will start in twenty minutes."
This gave Ahn-Li enough time to snap out of her daze run to the back door of the alley and into locker room, leaving him standing there. She quickly undid her braided pigtails and tied her hair up in a messy bun before changing into her black gi. As she walked into the stadium and she saw him out in the audience. He was sitting in the bleachers, in perfect view of her. She walked onto the stage and wondered, Who is he? Why is he always here?
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our tenth annual Freestyle Martial Arts Competition!" said the announcer as the crowd cheered, "In this corner, the 23-year-old Martial Arts Menace, Jacob Hunt! And in this corner, the Femme Fatale famous throughout the state. The first 15-year-old permitted to compete in this competition, give it up for the Teenage Terror, Ahn-Li Nguyen!"
"She'll never win." She heard some people say.
"Look at how skinny she is." others commented.
"Is this even legal?"
The two bowed to each other, taking their stances. Then, the bell rang and the fight began. Hunt made the first move, a punch to the gut, but Ahn-Li dodged it. Seeing that, he then attempted a roundhouse on her, only to have it blocked. He growled, running his foot under her in a sweep and she flipped away from it. That was most of the fight. He would attack and she would dodge. She knew this guy was bigger than her, so she would need to tire him out before she did anything.
Hunt got frustrated and came in quickly to punch her, but she grabbed his wrist, elbowing him sharply in the chin before flipping him over her head and slamming him into the floor. The stadium went silent with awe. Then they roared with cheers. "The winner, Ahn-Li!" the referee announced, raising Ahn-Li's hand in the air.
It went on like that for that for the next nine matches. She would just toy with her opponents and then, once they were tired out, she'd hit them with a couple of sharp blows and then with what she called a "kill shot," ending the match.
Ahn-Li was now in her last fight, which was against a muscular judo master. She landed quite a few decent hits on him, but no matter what she did he just refused to go down. Having reached the limits of her patience, Ahn-Li jumped as he swept his foot under her legs, and then lifted her leg for a roundhouse kick. He simply grabbed her leg and swung her around, tossing her out of the ring and into a wall.
The audience let out groans of disappointment , as well as sympathetic groans of pain, as they watched, grieving that her good performance was all for naught. Chase, however, raised an eyebrow. He seemed intrigued by it.
After helping her back up onto the ring, the referee handed her the silver trophy. Second place. She glanced down at it in visible disappointment, letting out a little sigh. Silver again… She thought to herself as she looked out in the audience. She furrowed her brows, finding that Chase had vanished.
She went to the locker room and took a short shower to rid herself of the sweat. "Who is he...?" she asked herself as she changed back into her casual clothes.
Ahn-Li walked out the back door of the stadium and back onto the Atlanta streets, finishing up her second braid and tying it off. It was already late at night, though it seemed like that tournament had only lasted a short time, so she quickened her steps a little. It was not out of fear, though; she could quite easily handle herself. She just didn't want her family to worry.
She was speed-walking down the streets, humming quietly, when she was suddenly pulled into an alley. With the force of the pull, she ended up hitting her head on the wall. It began throbbing on impact and it instantly antagonized her. "Hey! Watch…it…"
The same man from before had her backed up against a wall. His eyes were even more enigmatic and chilling up close. For a moment, she was frozen again but she quickly brought herself back to reality. "I've seen you many times, but have never said anything. Who are you and what are you after?"
"Chase Young, at your service." he introduced himself.
His name clicked with her for some reason, and her blood ran cold. She racked her brain for the name in question, trying to figure out why it bothered her so much. It seemed so familiar to her, but she just couldn't figure out why. Perhaps he was an acquaintance of her mother. Or maybe a role player she'd met at a festival once.
Suddenly, a pulse flashed through her brain and a strong shiver ran up her spine. In her head, she heard her grandmother's voice telling her the story of the Heylin Dragon."… But Chase Young, one of the Dragons, had a weakness. It was not enough for him to just be a Dragon. He wanted to be the best of the best, prove his worth to the entire world. This made it easy for Hannibal Roy Bean, an evil little spirit, to lead him away from the Xiaolin way. In exchange for power, Chase gave up his soul and turned him to the Heylin side. The Dark side. Then Chase Young locked Hannibal Bean away in the Ying Yang World, ensuring that he was now the most powerful being on Earth."
Her eyes went wide at the realization and she swallowed with great difficulty. Until now, she had always thought him to be a myth, an old peasant tale, but Chase Young was all too real. If he knows my name, that can't be a good thing… she thought.
"As to what I'm after," he continued, "I want you."
"WHAT?" She was shocked, to say the least, not expecting that answer at all. "First of all, we are nowhere in the same age group! Besides…" She went glassy-eyed, staring off into space. "I'm tying the knot with Orlando Bloom."
"That's—"
"Could you please get to the point, woman?" Raimundo interrupted yet again through an exasperated sigh.
Ahn-Li grabbed the front of his robe and pulled it down, effortlessly sending him tumbling into the pond with a loud splash. "You're the one who wanted to know so badly," she reminded him irritably, her accent getting heavier, "So shut up, quit interrupting, and listen!"
Raimundo's head popped out of the water and he spat out a fish, coughing. "Okay, okay! Jeez…"
"Now where was I? Oh yeah."
"First of all, we are nowhere in the same age group! Besides…" She went glassy-eyed, staring off into space. "I'm tying the knot with Orlando Bloom."
"That's not what I meant." Chase told her. She breathed a sigh of relief as he rolled his eyes. "The teenagers of this era never fail to disappoint…" His face turned serious again. "I am currently looking for a new apprentice. I have been watching you for quite a while and so far, you are the only candidate."
"Okay…" She grinned childishly. "So, I was right. You are a stalker after all."
Chase frowned, but it quickly shifted back into a smirk. "Clearly you don't understand what I'm offering you." He pushed his hand against the wall, putting himself in an upright standing position. "I am offering you the chance to be a partner to the most powerful being in the world. I can teach you things that are only thought of in fantasy."
She watched as he waved one hand through the air, a trail of black fire following after it. He then curled his hand into a fist, containing it. "You can learn fighting techniques that even your master doesn't know, some of which trace back thousands of years." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Who knows? You might even rise from your permanent status as second best."
This struck a nerve in her. Ahn-Li was always the competitive type and she hated being anything less that number one. It was just that no matter how hard she tried, it did her no good. She'd train day in and day out and fight her hardest, to her last breath. It never got her anywhere, though, for she always ended up coming in second.
However, if she were to train with Chase Young, that was very likely to change. He wasn't called the greatest warrior of all time for nothing, no doubt about that. It was worth a shot, even if it were just for a little while, if it meant that she could finally come out on top and be able to hold that giant gold trophy in her hands. Maybe she could even…
She frowned, shaking her head and ridding herself of the thoughts. Yang-Li probably would have slapped her clean across the face for speaking in favor of the Heylin. What am I thinking? As tempting as that is, she scolded herself, I can't join him. First of all, he might make me wear armor like that. Second of all, Nai-Nai taught me that all that glitters isn't gold... Especially if it's glittering on the Heylin side.
She looked up at him, defiance shining in her lilac eyes. "Well, you're going to have keep looking o Prince of Darkness," She said through her teeth, "Because I'm afraid I must decline your offer."
She slipped under his arm and turned to leave when he grabbed her by the arm and threw her towards the wall. Luckily for her, she was able to turn herself around, feet first, and spring herself off of the wall before her head made contact. She tucked herself into a roll to cushion the fall against the hard ground, landing in a crouch. She looked over her shoulder to see Chase extend a hand to her, telling her to bring it on. "What? You really want to fight me after you saw me beat people twice my size and age? For an evil super genius, that's not very smart."
"Believe me, I am not the one you should be worried about." He assured her, his smirk only growing.
Her eyebrow ticked at this. She didn't remember Yang-Li saying that he was this infuriating. "Well, I hope you're ready to lose to a girl." she growled.
"I hear you barking, little dog." He taunted her with the raise of an eyebrow. "Let's see how you bite."
That tore it. "Gladly!" she shouted, curling her hands into tiger palms.
She thrust one hand forward, aiming the heel of her palm at his chest. He slapped her hand down and then shoved her, all with one hand. She rooted her feet in the ground, keeping her from going far, and then swung her foot around for a round house, only to have him duck. She aimed a punch to his face and he simply moved his head to one side. She repeated this and he moved his head the other way. This led into a series of wild, quick punches that were aimed for every part of his body. He easily blocked them all, his hands moving at the same speed as her. He found an opening between her swift hands, ramming the heel of his hand into her chest and sending her backwards with the move she'd failed at earlier. She skidded back a bit, but then jumped right back into the fray.
This fight was different from anything Ahn-Li had ever experienced. She was putting every bit of herself, all of her energy into the fight, using all of her best moves. But Chase wove through her attacks, treating it like it was simply a game, never once leaving the spot he was standing in. It actually took her some effort to keep herself standing. No matter what she threw at him, he could find a way around it and send it back even harder. Then again, he was superior to her by a good fifteen hundred years.
Ahn-Li at last became exceedingly frustrated and curled one hand into a fist, throwing it forward towards Chase's face. Chase simply grabbed her fist and pulled her forward, deciding that it was time to end this.
The girl's eyes went wide and she let out a gasp as she felt Chase's knee slamming into her ribs as fast as a comet and twice as hard. She doubled over as soon as Chase released her, falling flat on the ground. She weakly pushed herself up to her knees and coughed a few times, a large amount of blood splattering onto the sidewalk. "You fight well for one so frail." Chase said, watching as she wiped the blood from her lips. "I'm impressed."
"You're not… so bad… yourself…" She strained the words out, putting a hand on the wall to steady herself as she rose to her feet.
Ahn-Li leaned back against the wall, heavy, ragged pants leaving her, her free hand over her ribs. Her entire body was racked with pain and her muscles burned with fatigue. That was the worst she had ever been beaten before. She couldn't go anymore.
Chase simply did not feel like continuing the fight and decided to leave. "For now, we'll leave it as a draw." A light breeze was sweeping over the alley, going around Chase. "Farewell, Ahn-Li Nguyen. We shall meet again."
"You're not leaving till I—"
A heavy whirlwind of dust surrounded Chase and she had to close her eyes for a moment. When they opened again, he was gone. Her teeth ground together and she let out a growl. "DAMN IT ALL!"
She punched the wall in pure frustration, ignoring the blood trickling from her knuckles, and then picked up her bag and started to limp home.
"Of course, I went to the hospital when I got home and found out I had fractured two ribs. Papa forbade me from competition." Ahn-Li nodded her head as she finished her tale. "And that's how it happened."
"Why are you so upset about that?" Raimundo asked, still drying his hair out. "I'd feel pretty good about myself if I got in a draw with Chase Young."
Ahn-Li turned sharply to him. "You don't get it. To me, a draw is worse, ten times worse, than losing. I don't lose." she snapped. She then took a second to calm down a bit. "As soon as I was well again, I went back to my martial arts school and trained even harder with Nai-Nai to get ready for a rematch with him. No matter what it takes, I'm going to beat him."
Raimundo patted Ahn-Li's shoulder, an amused smile on his face; there was no way she would accomplish that goal. "Well, good luck with that one." He said with a chuckle, laying back on the grass and closing his eyes. "You'll definitely need it."
Ahn-Li looked down at him with a giggle. Contrary to her belief, it helped to open up for once. "Hey, Raimundo?"
He opened one eye to look at her. "Yeah?"
She pulled her knees to her chest, rocking on them with a smile. "Talking about this did make me feel better. Thank you."
Raimundo smiled again, opening both eyes. "Hey, that's what friends do." He said.
Friends… She thought, her smile growing. I like the sound of that.
Ana: I'm back! Guys? Chase? 'Mundo? Hey, where are you guys?
Chase/Rai: zzz... snore... zzz
Ana: Awww! They're so cute when they're asleep. While y'all were reading the story, I made those two knuckleheads rebuild my living room. They did an awesome job, mind you, but they fell asleep when they were done. -sigh- They're not fighting which means I don't have referee which means I have nothing to do. I'M SO BORED! ka-choo.
Chase/Rai: yawn... zzz...
Ana: ka-choo! ka-choo! Hmm, that's weird. See you in the next chapter. Please review. AAA-CHOO!