Thanks to everyone who has been reading, reviewing, following, and favoriting. It has been an encouragement! Anyway, you guys rock! Here is the next chapter! And you guys were right, Raimundo has returned to the Heylin side! Or has he? This chapter we are going to see into the minds of some other characters, so I hope you enjoy it! I don't own the rights to anything related to Xiaolin Showdown, or anything of the sort! Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Fine Line

Kimiko blew a stand of hair out of her face as Dojo flew threw the air, the Tokyo skyline rushing toward them. How did this happen? Papa would NEVER embezzle money. Master Fung didn't make sense when he explained what had happened. It almost sounded like the police were just paid off so her dad could be arrested. Some woman was a shareholder in his company, and he tried to claim the money and she said he stole it? That just didn't seem like enough to instantly arrest someone.

Someone was paid off.

"Kimiko?" Dojo asked, his voice ringing timidly. "Are you okay? I know this news came as a shock, but you haven't said a word since we left the temple." Dojo frowned and bared his teeth in what could be described as a worried grimace. "You haven't even let go of your chopsticks for dinner."

Kimiko furrowed her brow, and looked into her hand. Dojo was right-she hadn't. She stared at the two tan wooden sticks in her hand. This was the only thing that held her to the world (figuratively.) To reality. She sucked in a deep breath. No one, besides Raimundo, knew about her father's drinking problem. But not even Raimundo knew about the phone call she received late the night before.

"Kimi? Kimiko! Are you there? What-where are you. Kimi!" Her father started yelling the moment she answered the phone.

"Papa! Papa! I'm right here! What is wrong, Papa?"

"You are alright, yes? No one has harmed you? No one has taken you away?" Mr. Tohomiko's voice was slurred, but frantic. "ANSWER ME!"

Kimiko sucked in a breath. He was drunk again. "Papa," she answered smoothly, to help him calm down. "I am okay. I am at the temple. I'm about to go to sleep, so just call Keiko's dad and he will send someone to pick you up-"

"I AM NOT DRUNK KIMI! I am just worried. You may be 18 now, but you cannot take care of yourself the way you should."

"Papa, I have to go to bed. I'll call Keiko. Good night Papa." Kimiko hung up on her father, she couldn't take it anymore. Fighting back tears, she text Keiko, and laid down her head. She listened for Raimundo's breathing, but he wasn't in the room next to her. She slipped the curtain up to see if he was just trying to play a prank on Omi or Clay or something. He wasn't. Just when she needed him-he wasn't there. Sighing, she went to sleep.

She woke up to Raimundo's screaming.

Not bothering to answer Dojo, she murmured, "The police station is over by my Papa's tower." She just couldn't talk about it at the moment with Dojo. Dojo's face ticked, but he didn't say anything.

"Okay, kid. I'll take you to your Papa."

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When Dojo dropped Kimiko off, she leapt from his back and dashed into the door without even saying thank you or goodbye. "Okay-I'll just wait here then…"

Kimiko flew into the lobby of the police station, demanding in Japanese to know where they were holding her father. She took a ragged breath as the men gazed at her slack jawed. Would she have taken it as a complement another day-sure, but right now was NOT the time to gawk at her. "Where is he? Where are you holding Mr. Tohomiko?!" She dug her nails into the palms of her hands, drawing blood. She had to keep her temper down-over the years Master Fung had taught her how to control her anger. She learned to save it for special occasions, like fighting evil, kicking Spicer's butt, or hitting Omi if he was being sexist. Or grabbing the first cone of ice cream if there was mint chocolate chip in the freezer. Clay never saw that fire ball coming.

"Uhhh…" The two guards at the station just looked at her, confused. "Well, you see Ms. Tohomiko, your father isn't here."

Kimiko sucked in a breath. He wasn't here? Where else would he be? "Where. Is. He?" She growled, and could feel the fire burning in her stomach, growing into her chest. Keep the flame contained, Kimi.

The taller guard on the left straightened his back, and looked her straight in the eye. "He is not here. He has been released."

"What? No one told me? Where is the accountability? I will have you both fired before you can say Sayonara." She was furious, but she quenched the flames threatening to tingle out of her fingertips. What was going on? The Japanese police force was extremely organized. This almost seemed as if she had sent Jack Spicer to become Chief of Police in Tokyo.

The shorter but stockier guard gasped and pleaded, "Please, we only started work yesterday! We are just telling you what has been told to us! Please! Your father has been moved to another facility! But he is no longer in prison!" His lower lip quivered just like Jack Spicer's. If Kimiko hadn't known better, she would have sworn it was Jack morphed by the Moby Morpher. But Hannibal Bean had that Wu.

Taking a deep breath, Kimiko closed her eyes for a second. "What facility have the moved him to?"

"Rehabilitation."

She popped open her eyes, and flames danced from her hands. "What did you say?" Her brain went into lock. Her father, the CEO of Tohomiko Electronics, in rehab? There had to be a mistake.

"Yes miss. We received a call about 15 minutes ago, saying he was cleared of all charges. But the shareholder who accused him of embezzlement stated she realized her mistake and wanted to help him, so she talked him into checking into a rehabilitation center, located in the countryside by Nagasaki. He should only be there for three to six months at the most."

Kimiko caught her breath. Three to six months? There had to be a mistake. Sure, Papa was going through a hard time. He had enough control of his life, didn't he? Yes, he was finding salvation in a bottle… but he would never check himself into a center… Would he?

He would to protect me. She realized with a jolt. He would to protect me from his mistakes. He was doing this to make him better. "What is the name of the facility?"

"Classified."

"Seriously?" Kimiko blew up, but kept her temper in check. "I am sorry. Is there any way for me to contact him?"

"No. You can send him letters, but we shall send it for you. No email, social media, or faxes can get to the site. It is free of electronics." The shorter guard was trying to seem tough but fair. "It is better for the patients."

"MY PAPA IS NOT A PATIENT!" Kimiko blew a fuse, and flames erupted around her. The two guards screamed, and ran out of the lobby into the back room, screaming about a witch and how she was a monster. Great. They thought she was a demon or something. Sighing, she checked their desks for information before they came back with reinforcements.

She shifted through the papers, and glanced around. The officers were indeed new. They both had their contracts on the desk, both signed today. Kimiko glanced for any shred of evidence of where the facility was-or how this vile woman was who convinced her Papa to go to rehab. Nothing. There was nothing. Suddenly, she heard voiced coming through the doors, and heard the undeniable sound of guns clicking off the safety. Sure, she could fight these goons with one hand tied around her back, but she had to keep her Xiaolin life a secret.

And ensure that her Papa would be safe.

Dashing out of the lobby into the busy sidewalk, Kimiko ran to the alleyway Dojo was waiting. "Dojo, we have to leave! NOW!"

"Okay, okay. Give me a second here! I'm a 1500 year old dragon. I have to warm up first." Dojo morphed into his giant size, and Kimiko leapt onto his back, and they soared off into the night sky. "So, kid? How's your dad? You get him out."

Kimiko sat in thought, the lights of her beloved city fading into the background. "No. I didn't."

"What? That's not like you to quit! Why didn't you-"

"Dojo! I didn't. Someone else did." Dojo's eyes widened in confusion. "Yeah, I know. This is weird. Some woman comes into Papa's company, accuses him of embezzlement, then has him released and sent to a-sent him somewhere else."

"Sooooo, he's out of prison? He's home?" Dojo asked, as they began to cross the sea between Japan and China.

"Yeah." Kimiko lied. He may have been out of jail, but he wasn't home. "He's out of prison."

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"Kimiko! You have returned!" Omi gushed as Dojo landed in the dark courtyard. "We were most worried!" He ran up to her and gazed at her face. Clay, Master Fung, and Raimundo joined him in the courtyard.

"Yeah, lil lady! Is your daddy doing okay?" Clay asked, a smile on his face. He looked exhausted. They all waited up to see if she was okay. Warmth spread through her chest for the first time since she left from dinner earlier that night. It had to at least be two a.m.

But how was she going to tell them she was doing okay? Only Raimundo knew about her Papa's issues. She glanced at Raimundo, who had a dark look on his face. She blinked as she took in the purple bags under his eyes, the ashen color of his usually tan skin.

"Yeah," she lied, her voice shaking. She hoped they thought it was just from her nerves from the whole day. "Yeah, he's in a safe place."

"Good. Now young warriors, I must bid you all go get rest. Tomorrow will hold more trials for you." Master Fung smiled, and turned to walk to his room. Dojo squealed and rushed after him, so as not to be left behind.

"Night all." Clay smiled, and Omi sleepily walked away waving. Kimiko forced a smile upon her face, but it cracked into a trembling line across her face. She turned to Raimundo, who just looked at her-what was that look? Kimiko couldn't read his face, but it almost seemed a mixture of relief, sadness, and…

She could almost place is. It almost seemed like-

Guilt.

"Yeah, the Fungmister is right. Let's hit the hay." Rai tried to seem cool, but his utter look of exhaustion ruled his face.

"Yeah." Kimiko whispered, and followed Raimundo to their rooms. All the lights were turned out, and Kimiko just fell onto her mat, her mind swirling. Okay, Papa is in rehab. He is actually getting the help he needs. She had come to the conclusion on the ride over on Dojo. But what if the shareholder was trying to hurt his company? What if they were trying to hurt Papa? Kim blinked back a tear, surprising herself. She hadn't cried once. She reached into her back pocket of her jeans she was wearing, and pulled out the chop sticks. Why did they matter so much?

Probably because it's the last thing you know to be true. They aren't a mystery.

Kimiko shifted them in her hands, looking at them, thinking. She had to find her Papa, to make sure he was really safe.

"Kim?" Kimiko noticed the curtain pull up, and Raimundo looking intently at her face. "Yeah?" "Are you sure you're okay? I mean, is your dad actually okay?" Kimiko paused, looking at how intently Raimundo was looking at her. He really cared, not just about her but her Papa too.

"No." She confessed, looking at him with tears threatening to spill over. "But I will be. Thanks Rai." She grabbed his hand and squeezed, and blush running over her cheeks. She could have sworn she heard Raimundo let out a sigh of relief, but she wasn't positive.

"Okay. Well, we can talk in the morning." Rai smiled, and let go of her hand. He dropped the curtain, separating him from her. Kimiko stared down at her empty hand, feeling a strange tingling.

I will be okay. Kimiko realized, smiling to herself. And I will do whatever it takes to stop whoever did this to Papa. Whoever was trying to hurt the company, hurt her family. Hurt him. She would do anything to stop them. Anything.

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Here is Chapter 4, and it was all Kimiko. Next chapter we will see from Wuya and Raimundo again! And trust me, you won't want to miss this!