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Summary: She couldn't understand how it had happened. One second she had won a showdown the next she was walking on for legs and being taken care of by Jack Spicer. A fic documenting the life of a fire dragon turned black rabbit.

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It had only been five hours since Kimiko's abduction and already the other Xiaolin were becoming frantic.

They had gone to the lair that Chase Young had trained Omi in, only to find the place completely empty. Ancient paintings, rugs, weapons, furniture, linens. All left to collect dust. Clay had remarked that it was more lonely than a ghost town.

Still, they had searched the place. From the bedrooms to the dungeon, inside and out. And found nothing that could help them locate their blue eyed girl.

At the moment they were at the temple discussing the day's events with Master Fung, the elder himself rather worried about the female. Though, you'de never guess that from his outward demeanor.

"Oh, Master Fung! This is simply horrible! Who knows what they Heylin might do to Kimiko?! Chase Young may be honorable, but Wuya and Jack Spicer... and Katnappe!" Omi exclaimed, twisting his hands nervously.

"Easy there, little guy. Yer' actin'..." Clay began, stopping as the wind elemental raised his hand for him to cease his country sayings. The Texan complied, understanding that what might coume out of his mouth would confuse Omi and make him even more anxious.

"Now, young monk, I'm sure Kimiko will be alright. She is strong and cannot be hurt that easilly. You know that." The zen master said, calming the yellow warrior a bit.

"Yeah," Rai joined in," Remember that time she caught Spicer sneaking into the Wu vault a few months ago? We practically had to hold her back so she didn't send him to a burn-unit."

Omi did recall the incident. They had never gotten all the details, but from what they had gathered, she had gotten up to get some water from the kitchens and had spotted the redhead climbing down from the roof, his legs showing through the kitchen window. It had been a rather amusing sight to wake up to, Kimiko drinking her water on the porch, in her night gown so less, as Spicer ran through debris of his Jackbots with his coat-tails on fire.

"Yes, I do remember." Omi replied, trying to remain serious," Perhaps she can handle Spicer, but what of Chase Young? It would be nearly impossible for even I to fight him off in a weakened state, and Kimiko's a girl."

"What does gender have to do with anything?" Clay asked the younger Shoku warrior hotly. He never did like the sexist comments that passed through Omi's mouth, it always seemed wrong to Clay to judge some one based on their sex.

Raimundo agreed entirely with his Texas boyfriend. The wind elemental had grown to respect girls, for they did prove to be stronger, much stronger really, then men at times. Pregnancy and Wuya being prime examples of this.

Omi seemed to be the only one that denied this, the Chinese boy believing that women could never truely be warriors. That they were destined to be housewives or companions to males.

Master Fung did discourage the comments Omi made, but that did little to change the water dragon's view.

"Anyway, young monks, we must be patient. I'm sure that whatever has happened or what is about to happen will be revealed and make sense soon." Master Fung said sagely, standing to leave,

"It is late. I suggest you sleep and ready for tomorrow."

And with that the elder left.

But the young Shoku warriors were still very anxious.

"I think Master Fung's correct. Kimiko will not perish tonight. Let us sleep and regroup in the morning." Omi said moving to the door.

As the yellow waterbaby left, Clay and Raimundo were left alone with each other.

"She... She will be okay, won't she?" The Brazilian asked the blonde beside him, his tone nervous yet at the same time, dead serious.

"I should think so. Kimiko's the strongest girl I ever met. I think she could fight off the Heylin if she needed to." Clay replied, giving the smaller, thinner dragon warrior a small hug.

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Sounds unfamiliar to Kimiko greeted her ears as she awakened to the morning's light, confusion setting in as she realized she was not at the temple.

And then memory came and she sighed. Jack must have put her to bed after she fell asleep.

Who's bed this was, was still a mystery though. She was damn sure that it wasn't Jack's bed. It smelled far too clean, not a trace of oil or metal scents anywhere. The linen smelled very femine, actually. Very light traces of roses and sweet pea were almost woven into the bed fabrics and the color of the sheets were such a light green it was almost white.

Lifting herself. she stretched her body out, trying to remove the last traces of sleep as she took a better look at her surroundings.

It was most definately a girl's room. The walls were the same green as the bed and the carpet was a deep blue. Paintings on the walls were few, but tastefull and the bathroom attached was white with designer tiled floors. Plus, the laundy basket beside the door contained a few dirtied dresses.

As Kimiko jumped from the bed and moved towards the door, she noticed something in the carpet that made her stop in her tracks.

There not a foot in front of her, making a bold contrast to the carpet were a pair of deep red, extremely long hairs.

She was in Wuya's room.

Suddenly very alert to her surroundings, Kimiko made for the door and decided that she didn't want to be here when Wuya came back.

"Sure, Jack, put me in the lady of darkness' room. Let's have her boil me, while you're at it..." She muttered to hwerself as she came into the hall.

A hall the same damn length of the temple, with four other doors besides Wuya's.

"Perfect." She muttered sarcastically.

Two doors were already open and two doors were closed and most probably locked.

Oh well. Might as well be a little nosy. She was bored and would probably be there awhile anyway.

Moving towards the first open door which was to her right, she came upon what was probably one of the worst scents she had experienced in a long time as a human and in her current form. It was a scent she hadn't smelled for a long time, but she was, unfortunately, familiar with it.

It was a scent that she had met twice. Once when she was in Tokyo when she was five and had accidentally walked in on her parents and once at the temple four weeks ago when she walked in on Rai and Clay in a compromising position.

It was the smell of carnal relations.

And this was a girl's room, so it was Ashley's and some guy's smell that wreaked havoc on her sensitive nose.

Holding her breath, Kimiko tried to suppress the bile rising in her throat as she entered the room.

It... wasn't what she had expected. Instead of being a room that would have put Martha Stewart to shame, it was like she had decorated it to fit the decor of an alchoholic's apartment. Clothes were thrown carelessly everywhere, magazines were assorted about the floor in radom order and Ashley's bed looked like it was having a tiny garage sale because of the knick-knacks aboard it.

The bathroom was a little better, but that was only because her and apparently the guys she had been seeing's clothes were in a basket.

And as Kimiko moved to go back in the hall she noticed the dozens of condems on the table.

"Oh, god. Get me out of here."

Kimiko moved as quickly as her feet would allow her out of the cat lover's room and made her way to the other open door, hoping that it was at the very least, a little sterile.

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Three doors left and this is a bit of a cliffie, I know. But I've got to plan the next chapter better. It will be longer, mark my words...