Okay, back again! I have to thank my reviewers. I got two of 'em now!

YOU GUYS ARE THE ONLY THINGS I HAVE LEFT TO LIVE FOR!!!

*Cough* Well… not really.

And I am gonna stop talking so much about the fact that I do not own Xiaolin Showdown.

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Kimiko stood alone, completely surrounded by a grey mist. There was nothing but the sound of her own breathing and her muffled footsteps as she walked. She tried to focus her eyes, to see something, anything but the never ending void of darkness.

Then, she heard a voice. It was very faint. She began to quicken her pace. It grew louder with every step she took. Finally she could hear it clearly. A woman's voice that seemed to be speaking directly to her.

"…You left him alone… He can never forgive you for that!" It dripped with venom and sent chills up her spine.

"No," she cried, "I do love him! He will forgive me! I just need to explain!"

"Why would he want you? The one who broke his heart and left him to die…"

The mist began to clear and Kimiko took a few steps forward. A dim shadow was clearly outlined, even with the minimal amount of light. Her hands shook as she ran forward.

"Clay!" she gasped turning him over onto his back. His eyes were shut. He would have looked peaceful. If his face wasn't soaked with blood. His once blonde hair was now crimson. The blood shone brightly, as if it were fire. A gash ran down the side of his face. His skin was deathly pale.

Kimiko screamed.

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And she kept screaming until she awoke. She sat bolt upright in bed, beads of cold perspiration forming on her forehead, making her hair stick to her face in tangles. It took her a moment for her breath to return to normal. It was just a nightmare, she felt relieved. Then she looked around the room. Why was she in Clay's room? Sunlight poured in through the window, indicating that it was already late morning. She was just about to get up, when a person at the door stopped her.

Clay was at the doorway, his hair wild and his eyes concerned. He quickly came up to her side of the bed. "Oh, Kim, are you okay?" He sat on the corner of the bedspread, wiping a couple strands of hair from her eyes.

Kimiko lunged forward and threw her arms around him. He was surprised at her simple, yet shocking sign of affection. Then again, she was practically making out with him last night. He wrapped his arm around her as she snuggled in close against his shoulder.

"It was just a bad dream," her voice was tinted with happiness at seeing him in perfect, live condition. Suddenly she realized what she was doing and pulled herself out of his hug.

"So… Why am I in here anyways?"

"Huh?" he said, sounding dazed.

She gave him a look, "I'm not in my room, now am I?"

"Oh yeah… 'bout that… I'll be back. I made ya breakfast," he said innocently. He sped back out the door and was back in a few minutes with a tray loaded with eggs and bacon and toast and Kimiko's favorite brand of orange juice. She didn't know why, but if it wasn't Tropicana, she didn't really like it.

"I always buy that kind. Even after ya left, I… Always had it around," he said softly, handing her a linen napkin.

She smiled and took a sip. "Thanks, but that still doesn't get you out of my question."

"I also brought some Advil. I thought you might have a headache after all'a that champagne," he said holding a bottle out to her. She took it calmly, even though she was giving him an annoyed glare.

He sighed, "M'kay, so you basic'ly came in here an' you didn' wanna go back an' sleep alone an' I was also afraid that ya might hurt yerself since ya had so much ta drink and so I said ya could stay. An' that's 'bout it," he said very quickly, though Kimiko could tell from his tone that that wasn't " 'bout it." She crossed her arms.

"Fine. Then ya got… Rather acquainted with my mouth, but I got ya away and ya fell 'sleep. That's it." His face was a very effervescent shade of burgundy.

"Oh… I'm sorry…" she said looking out of the window. It's a pity I don't remember was all she thought.

"T'is okay," he said quickly.

You don't mind just because you know I was drunk, she thought bitterly. However she just nodded and began to eat.

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Heh. I know a much shorter chapter. My hands are hurting because at karate Chris kept checking my wrist with his knife and so they kind of hurt. Typing doesn't really help. But then again, last night should have hopefully made up for it, right??

I am trying to infuse in some more darkness and evil, but I am just the Queen of Fluff.

I seriously need to be crowned one of these days.

ALL MY REVIEWERS ARE INVITED TO MY CORONATION!!!!

I LOVEZ YOU GUYS!

UPDATE: I just checked and aparently I have had 57 views of my story so far.. Not many people are following up.. But there are still several peeps out there so I would LOVE a review from you guys! Even just a short one! Please?? :)