Title: Movie Time.

Author: Madmaddie.

Pairing: Raimundo/Kimiko.

Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown.

Theme: #26, if only I could make you mine.

Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown or any of the characters.

"I care about you so much."

Kimiko sniffed, clutching on tighter to the wad of tissues in her hands.

"I dream of you, I daydream of you . . ."

Kimiko sniffed once more, dabbing at her eyes which were beginning to water again. She was glad she hadn't worn mascara today.

"If . . . If only I could make you mine."

"Girl, are you seriously crying?"

Kimiko glanced over at her companion and instantly frowned. Raimundo was stretched back, feet propped up on the coffee table, crossed at the ankles. His hands were folded behind his head and his eyes were half-open, a bored expression on his face as he gazed at the TV screen.

"Rai! Don't say that! This is my favourite movie!"

Kimiko had been really pleased when her father sent her a portable TV and DVD player for her birthday. She was even more pleased when Master Fung allowed her to set it up in one of the unused meditation rooms. And even though they couldn't get a signal Kimiko could still watch all her favourite movies. Which her Daddy had very kindly sent over as well.

In fact Kimiko had been so pleased with her present that she had decided to let Raimundo have the privilege of watching a movie with her. He sometimes got just as annoyed as she did when it came to being separated from the 'real world.' So instead of leaving the boys alone and holing herself up with her new DVD player, which had been her initial idea, she had invited Raimundo to join her.

Which was why she was very very annoyed with him right now.

"This is your favourite movie? Kim, I thought you had taste!"

Glaring, Kimiko spun round to face the brunette.

"I have taste! It's you that doesn't know what he's talking about."

"Yeah I do. I'm talking about how bad your favourite movie is."

Kimiko scowled.

"Kim, this movie is rubbish."

"No it's not."

"Okay, give me one good reason why it's not."

Kimiko twisted to the side and snatched up the remote control. Hitting the pause button she turned back round to face Raimundo.

"Okay, the actors."

Raimundo cocked an eyebrow. "The actors?"

"Yeah, they're really well known."

"Yeah, perhaps for how bad at their job they are. That . . . blonde guy" Raimundo said, waving an arm in the direction of the TV where it was frozen on one of the main characters, who had a particularly wooden expression on his face, "Can't act to save his life. His mother was just murdered by his step-brother and he didn't even look phased."

Kimiko sniffed. "Fine. So maybe they're not the best actors in the world. But at least the plot's good."

Raimundo cocked an eyebrow at her, a smirk spreading across his face. "It has a plot?"

Growling Kimiko picked up a cushion and hit him with it. "Yes, this movie has a plot."

"Don't believe you."

"Well Daniel is finding life difficult at the moment, so he goes to visit his friend and ends up sleeping with her to cheer himself up, which doesn't really work, so he then goes to see his step sister and they end up making out, to make him feel better, which also doesn't work, and then he goes to see his mum who is being looked after by his childhood friend because she's ill at the moment and he suddenly realises that the reason he's depressed is because he loves her and-"

"They have sex?" Raimundo teased, smirk still firmly in place.

"Yeah but-"

"Kim, the entire plot is about watching this guy sleep with a dozen women. Not that interesting."

"Ooh you . . . It is interesting."

Raimundo rolled his eyes and leaned further back into the cushions, a half smirk, half smile on his face.

"If it's so interesting why can't you name one interesting aspect?"

Snarling, Kimiko considered pummelling the boy into the ground and then tossing him out the room, never to return again. But realised that that would mean he had won. And Kimiko Toho never lost.

Never.

"Alright," She muttered, her stance shifting from 'defensive' to 'attack.' Clay had always said you could tell when Kimiko Toho was on the warpath, he had compared to a wild animal. A wild cat, not one of his bloody farm animals, and had said that she always seemed to tense and crouch before going in for the kill like the wild cats you saw on the Television Documentaries. And, despite the fact that she was sitting on the sofa, tissues in one hand and remote in the other, she still managed to do a pretty good 'attack' position.

Raimundo just grinned up at her, completely unfazed.

Ohhh, this was war!

"The Soundtracks good." She fired off.

"Please, it's worse then Clay singing." He spat back, fast as a bullet. Which surprised her as he was still lying there, looking completely relaxed. No guard up or anything. He didn't look like he was even listening to her but he still managed to spit out a witty retort. Oh he bugged her. He really really bugged her.

"The special effects."

"Rubbish. Omi could do better."

"The . . . costumes."

"Sure, if you appreciate bright, gaudy leather clothes."

The look Raimundo gave her quite clearly said that if she denied the fact that they costumes were gaudy he would tease her for the rest of her life. He always complained that her clothes were too bright. He was just waiting for her to say something, to deny it. The glint in his eyes was predatory.

She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

She humphed.

"The . . . the . . . script."

Raimundo cocked and eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest disbelievingly. Disappointed that she hadn't risen to the 'gaudy clothes' bait. "The script?"

"They have good lines."

"Like," Raimundo suddenly sat upright, clasping his hands in front of his chest dramatically. "'If only I could make you mine.'" Dropping his hands into his lap, Raimundo smirked at her. "You wouldn't fall for a line like that would you?"

"If . . . If the right person said it."

Raimundo blinked, all traces of humour suddenly vanishing. "You're joking right? I mean if some total stranger spewed you that rubbish, you'd fall for it?"

Kimiko flushed suddenly, gripping the tissue tightly in her hand she glared at him. "Well, at least this 'random stranger' would care enough to think of something to try and woo me with!"

Raimundo scowled. "Woo you? What, you want some sappy idiot to recite bad poetry? What about someone decent? Someone that wants more than your money and looks?"

"How-How dare you!" Kimiko spat, hurling the wad of tissues at his head furiously. "You can't go saying that. If I want a man that's prepared to go a little out of his way to pamper me, then it's got nothing to do with you. And how dare you suggest that I would care for someone that was just after my daddy's money? How dare you imply that no one would ever like me for who I am!"

Silence.

Nothing but the slight buzzing of the DVD Player. The distant chime of the bells that signalled the beginning of the Monk's meditation. The crackling of the fireplace as it flickered in its grate. Nothing, no words were spoken as Raimundo stared at the Japanese Girl before him. Her face flushed and her breath harsh and shallow as she glared at him.

"I never said that."

Kimiko blinked in surprise. "W-What?"

A sudden nervousness filled her. Reaching for the pillow beside her, Kimiko gripped onto the red cushion, fiddling with the golden tassels, her eyes warily locked onto to Raimundo. Though she wasn't sure why, she wasn't sure of anything at that moment. Other than the fact that the look in Raimundo's eyes scared her.

"I never said that no one would ever like you for who you were." Raimundo whispered, though his voice seemed to carry across the room. Echoing in her mind. His eyes, usually sparkling with mischief were serious, boring into her.

"Rai-Raimundo?" She wasn't sure what she was asking, what answer she wanted. All she knew was that his eyes, so beautifully green, so determined, so caring were making her pulse race and her body shake.

He stood, so suddenly that Kimiko jumped. He moved towards her, his footsteps sure and confident. Kimiko pulled the cushion to her chest, her heart pounding against her ribcage.

"No . . ."

"N-No?" Kimiko asked, her body trembling.

"No. I could never say that to you. It would be lying." Raimundo murmured, leaning in. One hand coming up to cup her check, his thumb gently rubbing the soft skin.

"Lying?" Kimiko chocked out, though she wasn't sure how. Her throat was parched, her lungs tight in her chest.

"Lying." Raimundo assured. His breath warm against her face, his lips centre metres from her own. And closing in. Kimiko's breath caught in her throat when Raimundo's lips pressed against her own. Warmth flooded her being, moving to settle in her stomach. Her hands which had been previously clasped around the pillow slowly let it go. Moving with a suddenness that surprised both her and Raimundo, she reached up and twined her arms round his neck pulling him down to meet her lips properly. He grunted, almost toppling over; before he leaned down wrapping his arms round her waist, pulling Kimiko up, flush against his body. Smiling against his lips Kimiko threw herself backwards, effectively bringing Raimundo down with her this time. The two landed on the couch in a mass of tangled limbs. Raimundo pulled his head up, though not too far, Kimiko hands in his hair prevented him from pulling back completely.

"Well," Kimiko purred, smiling up at the brunette, "That was nice."

Raimundo smirked. "Very nice indeed."

Kimiko's face suddenly light up. "I've got a reason."

The Dragon of Wind frowned suddenly, "What?"

"I've got a reason for liking my movie."

Raimundo snorted, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers. "And what's that?"

"It got you to kiss me." She muttered before pulling him down to kiss him firmly on the lips.

The movie was left forgotten after that.

End Movie Time.

I am so sorry that I haven't update in ages! I had writer's block and then I didn't like the version I actually did get around to writing, then there were exams, and then I had to rewrite the version I had done. But either way, it's done, it's posted and hopefully it will be enjoyed. I'll try and update within the week as an apology for not updating for so long. Bye-Bye.