I don't own Xiaolin Showdown
Throughtout the ride, Raimundo couldn't help but think who this french dude was. He was feeling slightly jealous about this becasue he liked Kimiko. Wait till I get my hands on that guy he thought as he smacked one fist in his other hand. He wasn't like that type of person but when someone toom something that was really special to him, like Kimiko, he didn't let anything get in the way.
"This is where I left her," Dojo said as he flew down and landed under the Eiffel Tower. "I don't k now where she went after."
"Well I'm going to look for her," Raimundo said as he began to walk.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Dojo said as he slithered in front of Raimundo, "you're going to search all of Paris to look for her?"
"Even if it takes me fifteen hundred years," Raimundo exaggerated. He knew that it wasn't going to take that long but he was definently going to find her.
"You kids these days," Dojo said. He turned back into his large-sized self.
"Where are you going?" Raimundo asked him.
"Back to the temple," Dojo answered, "where else?"
Raimundo shook his head, "no, you're staying here with me."
"But-" the dragon protested. He quickly shut up when he saw Raimundo giving him "the glare." "Stop doing that! It's torture!"
"Then you're coming along with me so we can find her," Raimundo said.
"Fine," Dojo said as he turned back into his pint-sized self, "but if she gets mad at me for bringing you here, its on your head."
"Actually," Raimundo said as he began to walk with Dojo right beside him, "it will be on yours."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Dojo said.
Raimundo and Dojo searched through the streets, through stores, cafes, and alleys. They did not find her. To tell you the truth, Raimundo was feeling slightly worried. No he was more than worried. He was terrified! What if a robber took her? What if someone hurt her? What if something awful happened to her? These questions were scrambling through his brain, making his brain hurt.
"Why don't you ask somebody?" Dojo suggested. "French people are really nice."
"There's one problem," Raimundo said, "I don't know how to speak French!"
"Oh no problem," Dojo said as he whipped out a French dictionary, "use this," he threw it at Raimundo and he caught it. "Now go and ask somebody."
Raimundo looked from left to right. Then he saw a French woman that was wearing a beret on top of her head and was waiting to pass the street, once the line of cars halted.
"Umm," Raimundo said as he went close to her, "bonjour," he said, mispronouncing the word. The French lady turned and looked at him. He started to flip through the dictionary to find the word 'have.' As he found it and was about to open his mouth, he felt a force on his chest and he was pushed to the wall. The French woman's hand on top of his chest.
