Last Time Around
She walked along, her short blonde hair flowing briskly in the wind. Her tall heels collided with the sand underneath her feet, as her cold dark eyes gazed on the desolate beach. She smelled the air, licking her lips at the stench of fish. Her hips swayed out of habit, becoming impatient as she saw how far her destination was. Her ears perked up as she heard the seagulls cry, flying through the dark skies that were above her form. She kicked the sand with annoyance, hating the fact that it made her walk slower than she wanted.
Her eyes shifted to the cold navy water that was rushing onto the beach. The small waves dashed onto the sand as it damped her heels. She caught a glimpse of her reflection, quickly taking in her appearance. She was tired; small bags formed under her eyes and her posture was sickening. She shook her head and stood up straighter, applying a small amount of powder from her compact where it was needed. She put the powder back in a pouch on her belt, and looked back at her destination.
The sea caves were always a hassle to enter, but as flexible as Katnappe was, it was easy for her. There was a small entrance only few could enter. Her body swerved inside, barely touching the walls. There was a gap on the other side followed by a wall. She flipped up perfectly, landing on the top as droplets of water got her hair wet. After walking a few meters, she jumped down from the wall. She slipped through another passage, finally seeing what she waited for.
The deep blue pool that filled the cave reflected off her face. She sat down and leaned against the cave wall, taking out a nail file and began doing work on her nails. She sighed impatiently, as her eyes drifted from the water to the tall ceilings. Finally, she saw bubbles from below that came to the surface. She put her file away and her gloves back on, crossing her arms in the process. The body came to the surface of the water.
"Dyris," she stated, seeing the mermaid suspend above the surface. Her teal eyes glanced at the other blonde, flipping her golden hair behind her small shoulders. Her shady lips turned into a small grin, fixing the black hairpiece in her hair. Her normal pink top was now a black and teal color, showing the darker side of her.
"Katnappe," Dyris replied, flipping her tail. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Care to join me?"
"Cats don't do water," Katnappe said, looking apprehensively into the deep blue.
"Of course. You think you're a cat," Dyris grinned, receiving a glare from Katnappe.
"And you think you're a fish."
"That's because I am," Dyris explained.
"Shouldn't they call you fish girl then? I think the term 'mermaid' is a little too fancy for my taste," she giggled to herself, as Dyris gave her a dull look. "I've been thinking of a new name for myself. What do you think of Cat Woman?"
"Honey, that's already been used," Dyris sighed deeply, setting her elbows on the edge of the rock. "Why are you here anyway? I doubt you came to chat."
"Chase," she replied flatly. "He's checking up on things."
"Oh please," she rolled her eyes. "I'm so sick of him."
"He freed you from that block of ice and killed Klofange. You owe him," Katnappe defended, glaring at the mermaid.
"I don't need to be reminded of my debts, whiskers. What does he want this time?"
"He's just checking on the you, making sure you have everything under control."
"I have more than just control," Dyris said, lifting her hands in the air. She made a small pillar of water spiral like a vortex. The small vortex twirled around her body in a circular fashion. When she was done, it stopped as she put her hands down.
"You're lucky Chase saw the potential in you. Soon you'll be able to flood countries," Katnappe said, impressed.
"Tell that to the dragon of water," Dyris said sarcastically. "I don't see how I'm going to cause floods when he's around."
"Baby steps," Katnappe stood up, now ready to go. She began to walk back. "I'll be back in a week or so."
"What, we aren't going to have some girl talk for a bit?" she teased. "How's Jack?" Katnappe turned around with a smirk, walking back to the mermaid and placing her hands on her small hips.
"Why is he always brought up in the conversation?"
"Because it's fun…and I always love hearing your sex stories."
"Just because I can spread my legs, doesn't mean you have to be so jealous."
"Please feline, I can do all that stuff, but I'm not about to turn in my secrets just yet," Dyris winked, finally engaging in a normal girl to girl conversation. "Have you told him you love him yet?" Katnappe's eyes bulged, staring at the girl before her.
"What makes you think I'm in love with that bastard? I would never fall in love! How disgusting do you think I am? Love is a weakness," she yelled, clenching one of her claws on a rock. Dyris only watched with pleasure, sitting comfortably in the water.
"Listen kitty, I know love when I see it. I can make men fall in love with me just by singing a simple lullaby. It's written all over your face," she said, receiving a contorted look from the cat queen. "You don't have to deny it; I already know."
"You don't know shit."
"Love isn't a weakness, cat. I don't know what Chase has been conveying to you, but love is strength. I only wish I could feel what you feel. The love a man feels for me is fake and impossible," she confided.
"Love is a waste. It just gets in the way," Katnappe pressed. "What's wrong with you? The woman I knew was heartless and manipulative. You always got your way with men. That's what I want." Dyris was silent for a moment, choosing her words carefully. She crossed her arms.
"I'll admit I'm all those things and more…and I love every second of it, but I also wish I had more. You must understand…"
"We all want things we can't have."
"Another famous Chase quote," Dyris groaned. Katnappe was silent, recollecting everything. She looked right into Dyris's eyes.
"The day I love him…is the day he loves me," she replied, suddenly hearing the sadness in her voice. She mentally slapped herself for being so exposed.
"The whore became the lover. It's a fairytale, really," Dyris mused, getting a glare from Katnappe. She grumbled heavily, standing up suddenly.
"I must go now. Chase will be wondering where I am," she said suddenly.
"Who would have thought…" Dyris began mischievously. She stopped in her tracks, turning around suspiciously towards the mermaid. Her slim brow rose.
"Who would have thought what?"
"Nothing. Forget I said anything," Dyris said, ready to go back into the deep.
"Tell me," Katnappe commanded, walking towards her once more. Her curiosity got the better of her. Dyris grinned.
"Who would've thought you'd be taking orders…and from a man, no less."
"Excuse me?" she said with disgust. She was tired of the games Dyris was playing.
"You heard me. Chase has you running his errands like some nanny. At least I'm going to accomplish something when he takes over. I've known you for, what, two years now? You're an independent woman. Surely you haven't stooped this low…"
"I am not Chase's nanny. How dare you discredit me to something so low," she seethed, on her knees to get in her face. "Who do you think you are? You don't know me at all."
"I know he doesn't have plans for you. I know after this is all over he's going to throw you away like a piece of trash," Dyris pushed.
"You don't know anything."
"You'd be surprised at what I know. He only took you in for leverage," Dyris explained. "It may not seem like it, but I'm trying to help you."
"Burn in hell fish!" she yelled, standing back up to walk away.
"Ashley," Dyris stated sternly, causing Katnappe to stop once again, her back still facing the mermaid. "You know I'm right. One mistake and that will be his reason to kill you. He doesn't care." The cat girl was silent, listening to her speak. "You're so loyal to him and yet you know what his real intentions are."
"Listen scales, this is my job. I don't need you to tell me how to do it."
"A job that's going to get you killed in the end. Get out while you still can."
"I have nowhere else to go. I left my family so survive on their own. They hate me for being such a failure in life," Katnappe explained softly, feeling hot tears well up in her eyes. She cursed herself for being so weak. "This is the best thing I got going for me."
"Whether you like it or not, I care about you. You're like the sister I never had. I'm just trying to help."
"Too bad I don't give a damn," she hissed, walking away from the concerned mermaid.
She shook her head, diving back into the blue.
"And that's when I finally convinced them to sign on with us," Keiko said with a tired smile, as Kimiko watched her on the other side of the screen. She adjusted her web cam, focusing it more on her face. "A lot of the managers need your opinion. I'm going to send you the list. You need to call them as soon as possible.
"You got it," she replied, the boss suddenly coming out of her. She checked her phone, looking at the email Keiko just sent her. "So how are things going over there?"
"Honestly Kim, they are seriously lost without you. I don't know how they can function. They're completely helpless. I don't know how you do it. I'm dying, and I haven't even done anything important! How can you take it?" Keiko practically screamed, as Kimiko laughed.
"Guess it's the Tohomiko in me," she shrugged. She hadn't really talked to her best friend like this in weeks. "Enough about work…"
"Enough about work? Excuse me?" Keiko said with disbelief. "Are you feeling well?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"
"Nothing, it's…it's just that you always spend more time on work than our personal conversations," Keiko summed up. Kimiko smiled; it wasn't her fault the temple brought out the fun side in her. She shrugged happily, twirling her hair with her fingers. Keiko's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. "Kimiko…I haven't seen you like this in a long time. Now I really see who your true friends are."
"Oh Keiko, it's not that," Kimiko rolled her eyes. Keiko looked around, taking in Kimiko's room. It was small and quaint, but still a good size for one person. Then she looked at Kimiko.
"I like your outfit. From what you tell me, those monks are probably all over you," she chuckled, as Kimiko narrowed her eyes. "I'm sure Raimundo likes it too."
"Shhhh! What's wrong with you? He has ears like a hawk!" Kimiko yelled in a whisper. "I mean literally. Sound travels through air-."
"I really don't want to hear it. You guys confuse me as it is," Keiko held up her hands. "Which brings me to another thing…Haruko called again."
"What?" Kimiko asked, her eyes having a tint of fire in them. "When?"
"Today. I have no idea how he got my number, but he called me, insisting to talk to you."
"Can't the douche bag get over it already? What's his problem?" Kimiko yelled, now getting the other monks' attention. She hit her head against the table several times, now annoyed.
"I seriously suggest you call him and clear the air. This guy is not going to leave you alone Kim."
"Kimiko, is everything all right?" Omi asked, peaking his head through the curtain. Kimiko turned around and smiled sheepishly. Keiko's face visibly brightened, as Omi's face flushed a deep red. "I am sorry, I did not know I was interrupting something important."
"It's ok Omi, really," Kimiko stood up quickly, dragging him toward the computer and sitting him down. "You remember Keiko."
"Of course…h-how could I forget?" he stammered, his palms becoming sweaty. He looked at the computer hesitantly. "I don't really know how this works."
"You don't need to, you can just talk to her," Kimiko smiled.
"But Kimiko, what do I say? She is so pretty and I cannot simply talk to pretty girls," Omi said, as Keiko smiled bashfully. Kimiko ignored the 'Can't talk to pretty girls' comment and focused.
"Omi…she can hear you," Kimiko said, as Omi suddenly panicked. He stood up quickly, ready to run when Kimiko forcefully shoved him back down. "So uh, you two should have fun and get to know each other more."
"Real subtle," Keiko groaned.
"Yes Kimiko, I do not like being pushed into doing things," Omi said, crossing his arms.
"You should get used to it by now. She always pushes people," Keiko rambled.
"Yes, I know! She doesn't know when to be quiet either! I sometimes have to use ear plugs when she talks on her cellular device," Omi said. Kimiko stood, watching to two have a conversation about her…and not a good one. Soon the two were laughing and enjoying each other's discussions, still making sneer chides about her. She rolled her eyes; at least they were finally talking.
Omi was probably the shyest guy she knew…but right now he was acting like a man. He was being nice and charming. He was being friendly and sweet. He was sincere and responsive, and frankly Kimiko couldn't have been more proud. Their 'Kimiko' conversation died and they began talking about themselves. She smiled genuinely, slowly creeping out of her room. She giggled lightly, finally shutting the curtains.
She leaned against the wall, in the hallway, still hearing their muffled voices. She didn't know how long they'd be, but she smiled at the fact that her best friend had found someone good for her. She walked away from her room, letting the two talk in privacy. She walked down the hall; it was a time for the monks to talk to their loved ones back home, so naturally Raimundo and Clay were on the phone. She heard Raimundo voice, speaking to some unknown person; she couldn't help but listen to some of his conversation.
"How's the shop doing?" he said, keeping the phone against his ear while trying to balance a book in mid air. Kimiko knew about Omi's life, but she never asked about Raimundo's or Clay's. She decided eavesdropping on his conversation for a few minutes wouldn't hurt anyone. Besides, listening to his amazing manly voice wasn't so bad either. He laughed suddenly.
"I know how much you guys miss me. I mean, how can you not?" She smiled, making sure she didn't make a sound while at his door. She loved his gentle laugh. It was so carefree and loveable. Of course, it would've been loveable if his tone hadn't turned serious. "Wait, what? No, no, no, please. For everything that is holy, don't you dare……oh hey Lara." Her eyes widened, as she clutched her own arm tightly. She honed in on his voice, trying to sense if he was interested or just messing around. "I'm sure I know what you're wearing right now…"
She shut her eyes tightly, suddenly feeling insecure. He sounded so…so seductive. Was it a joke? Was it real? Whatever it was, she stalked away quickly, feeling her heart being ripped to shreds. She backed away, trying to get away from his room as far as possible and away from his voice. She sat down at the end of the hallway, crossing her arms and looking down at her small feet. In that small moment, she had never before felt so stupid and foolish.
She wasn't going to cry…hell no. It wasn't his fault; it was her own. The day she cried was the day she completely failed herself, and that hadn't come yet. All she could to was pout and become mad at herself. She leaned her head on her arms, pulling her knees up to her chin. The sudden feeling of loneliness washed over her as she sat all by herself against the wall. He was taken…he was taken. Repeating the statement in her mind didn't even make sense. Of course he was taken…he was perfect.
Amazing.
Everyone was socializing, but her, and whoever that woman was, Kimiko was going to act like nothing ever happened. She rolled her eyes at herself, seriously wanting some alcohol at the moment. She felt so naïve, like some small girl with a grade school crush. She had never felt so lame and embarrassed. Shame, all her booze was in her room with Omi and Keiko. Still, she needed to get her mind off things. She looked at Clay's curtain, wondering if he was done talking to his wife.
At the moment, she honestly didn't care. She stood up and swiftly slipped through his room, seeing him lay on his bed, on his phone. He waved and smiled at her, letting her know that she was welcomed. "Of course dear, I'll do it as soon as I get back." She smiled back, trying not to look as if she was interrupting anything.
She looked around his room while they conversed, noting the many cowboy souvenirs and gadgets. She picked up a picture of a very beautiful woman with brunette hair and green eyes, noting her straight and perfect smile. She looked flawless with her small cowboy hat sitting on top of her head.
"I love you too," he said, saying his goodbyes and hanging up his cell. He looked at her holding the picture of his wife. She was looking at it sincerely, as if admiring her.
"She's beautiful, Clay," she said, smiling deeply towards him. He smiled in recognition, as she set the photo back on his table. She flopped at the end of his bed, crossing her legs like a little girl.
"Well this certainly is a treat. To what do I owe this honor?" he joked.
"Amusing," she grinned, grabbing a football by his nightstand. She flipped to her back, throwing the ball up into the air and catching it as it came down. She repeated this, talking to Clay. "I'm just bored I guess."
"Well…it's good to know you come to me when you're bored," he chuckled.
"You know what I mean," she giggled, throwing the ball to him. He caught it with his big hands.
"Seriously, what's the problem? You look sadder than the clouds in the sky," he commented, throwing the ball back to her. She caught it, looking at the ceiling and pausing a moment before she spoke.
"How did you know?"
"How did I know what?"
"How did you know she was the one?" she asked, turning her head to look at his face. He scratched the back of his head, fixing his hat. He chuckled a bit.
"Well I loved her," he said, grinning a small smile. Kimiko rolled her eyes.
"Well duh, but I'm saying how did you know…"
"I'm not really understanding you, Kimiko. That's why I married her. Isn't that how it usually is?"
"But what if she didn't love you back?" she sighed with annoyance. He pondered for a moment.
"Hmm, well I guess that would've been a problem now, wouldn't it? Good thing I knew she did love me back," he said, as she threw the football at him.
"Ok, what if you love someone and they don't know it?"
"We're not talking bout me, are we?" he said, tossing the ball once more to her. She shook her head.
"I'm sorry Clay, I'm just having some problems right now."
"Ya want to talk about it?" he asked sincerely. She smiled, throwing the football at him, harder than usual.
"No way, I came here to talk about you," she flipped to her belly, folding her legs in the air. She put her hands under her chin. "How did you two meet?"
"High school. I was the football jock and she was the new girl who moved from Austin."
"Football? Let me guess…linebacker?"
"You know me too well," he smirked.
"Well I'm sure the dragon of earth can block a simple man," she giggled.
"I saw her in the crowd, talking to my sister Jessie. They became friends real quick. It didn't take long for me to get to know her," he explained, smiling at the fond memories.
"That sounds…wonderful," she said admiringly, suddenly looking at the picture of Emily.
"Well…" Clay stood up from his bed, flipping the football around. "Let's help get your mind off Raimundo." She narrowed her eyes.
"Who says I'm talking about Raimundo?" she asked, as Clay grinned widely
"Kimiko, I know way more then I let on. You out of all people should know that," Clay responded earnestly. She smiled to herself. Clay was like the big brother she never had.
"I know, Clay," she spoke softly. "Anyway, what were you saying before he was brought up?"
Clay grinned and flipped the ball in his hands. "How bout we play a real game of toss?" She grinned mischievously, seeing the cowboy's smirk.
"You mean the 'xiaolin' way, right?"
"The one and only," he grinned some more. They stared, eyes narrowed, for a moment longer, until both sprinted out of his room. They practically flew out of the main hall, darting for the exit of the temple. The dark night sky loomed over the land. The fresh night air cooled their lungs, as their breaths let out to the world. Both flipped over the wall, landing in the open field. They separated a good distance; around the size of a football field.
Clay threw it, moving as fast as a bullet. Kimiko flipped up into the air, catching the rapid ball. She threw the ball back, a spark of fire following it. He caught it with force, as the sound echoed through the air, almost sounding like thunder. He threw it back, as she again flipped through the air. She didn't contain her heat, for she let the fire flow out of her naturally. The eruption made her feel so free inside, letting out the internal heat.
"Fire!" she yelled, as her surroundings were suddenly lit. She punted the football, as it shot through the air rapidly.
"Earth!" he replied, slapping his hands together, as a pillar of rock suddenly shot through the air, catching the ball. This definitely made a rumbling sound in the ground, as the earth roared. "This is definitely going to wake up some monks."
"Ah let them wake up. We need to bring some fun back to this temple," she replied, her eyes closed and letting her fire spread on the ground. She opened her eyes, feeling Clay bringing his spear down. He threw it forcefully toward her. Before she could catch it, the ground rumbled and shook, causing her off balance. She fell on her bottom, glaring at the blonde man. She ran to grab the fallen ball. "So that's how it's going to be, huh?"
"I never said it was going to be easy," he crossed his arms smugly, continuing to make the ground shake. She pursed her lips, tossing the football up and down. She spun speedily in the air, sending the football like a bullet. The football was literally on fire, flying quickly towards Clay's body. Kimiko landed on the ground and a perfect stance, taking in a sprint. Clay caught the ball with his stone covered hands, seeing the feisty woman running towards him. He made some heavy gestures, as more blocks of stone exploded from the ground. Her eyes narrowed, as she swiftly jumped on the blocks, running along with them as they continued to emit. On the last block, she spun her body promptly, as her body was lit like an inferno. She burned through the stone, causing it to literally explode. She stopped spinning, stopping right in front of Clay.
The energy that was flowing through her was exhilarating and free. She held up her fire inside her for so long, that it was good to let it all out.
"Go long!" Clay yelled, throwing the ball in a perfect spiral. She ran after the expeditious ball. Fire followed right behind her, as her sprint was prompt and high-speed. She held out her hands, barely catching the ball. She almost stumbled, but her fire caught her just in time. She gasped when she noticed he was running right toward her. His feet were large and loud, the ground cracking underneath him. She could already tell he was ready to tackle her, the football side of him coming out. She ran towards him, football in hand, stepping roughly on the ground to flip right over him. More fire burst off her body, looking like a firework in the dark sky.
She wished she could have landed on the flat ground, but cursed under her breath as it rose toward her. Still, she landed flatly, waiting to see what Clay was going to do. It would've been too simple to jump off, as she looked Clay in the eyes. She glared, seeing his smug cowboy smirk, as pillar continued to rise. She had the football; it was her move. She threw the football in the opposite direction of Clay. She made him run this time, seeing him sprint like a bull. She gasped once more, as he purposely rammed the rock she was standing on. She fumbled slightly, flipping off. She landed right next to him, running alongside to see who got the ball first. The poor ball lay helpless on the ground, waiting for someone to fetch it.
Clay snagged it before she could, only she did something that surprised him. She tackled him right after, as his hat fell right off. She tried grabbing the ball, but was unsuccessful. A rock burst through the ground, knocking her off as she rolled on the broken terrain. She shot fire out of her hands, aiming for the football. He made another hand gesture quickly, making a wall to block him from the fire. He threw the football at her, catching it with her gut. She grumbled slightly, feeling the wind get knocked out of her. She glared, as he chuckled; he knew she could take it.
"Go long, Clay," she stated coldly, ready to throw. A rock stopped her, standing straight up next to her, completely distracting her. He began running away, as she threw the ball at him. She ran again, seeing him catch the ball.
She stopped dead in her tracks.
She froze, seeing Master Fung, Dojo, Raimundo, Omi, and a few of the monks standing at the entrance of the temple. She finally took in her surroundings, seeing most of the place was on fire and the terrain completely destroyed and mutilated. However, Clay obviously didn't noticed, for more boulders were shooting in the air, towards her. She didn't know how long they had been watching, but by the looks of their interested expressions, it must have been a while.
Still, her instincts were flaring, seeing the boulders heading for her. She focused once more, trying to ignore their gazes and turn her attention towards Clay. She flipped through the air, doing her best to set her foot on fire and slicing the boulders in half. The sound was painful to her ears, but disregarded it. She had to get to Clay to tell him the game was over. She hit the ground, only to bounce right off it, lighting her hands on fire and literally using the inferno to make herself fly towards the earth master. She grumbled, dodging the many rocks Clay was still trying to catch her with. It was only once she had to light her whole body on fire to go straight through a spear.
He gasped when she came through, tackling him to the ground once again. She winced in pain, for even though she took down Clay first, she probably felt more pain than he did. She moaned annoyingly, finding Clay's body on top of her back. She had no idea how he shifted the positions, but she grumbled, trying to lift his heavy body off her lower spine.
"What's wrong Kimiko? Can't take a reverse tackle?" he shouted smugly, sitting on top of her like domination.
"Clay, I hate to ruin your victory…but we have an audience," she struggled. His brow rose, itching his chin in confusion. It wasn't till he sensed other bodies standing a few yards away did he turn his head to look at the others. He pursed his lips, jumping off Kimiko and helping her up. It was then he looked at the damage he and Kimiko made. He knew he could fix the earth, but he wasn't sure about taking out the fire. Before he could speak, Kimiko ran to the middle of the field, making some hand motions. In an instant, the fire disappeared. He smirked, placing his hands on the ground, as the cracks, crevices, hills, unnatural blocks, and spears went back to its original look. Soon, the field looked back to normal. It looked like they hadn't even touched it…
"Good evening, Master Fung," Clay smiled, picking up his hat and putting it on. Kimiko rolled her eyes at how casual he sounded, walking to his side. She looked at the charred football; the thing was just a small burnt crisp. "Might I ask how long ya'll have been observing?" Kimiko crossed her arms, trying to read Master Fung's face. She honestly couldn't tell if he was upset or didn't care. Raimundo looked a little uneasy. She could tell he would've loved to join the fun, but with Master Fung there, it was a different story. Omi, on the other hand, looked furious. Being the perfect monk, he was outraged with their game.
"Ever since I saw you run out of the temple," Master Fung replied, Kimiko trying to keep back her giggle.
"It was just a game. We weren't actually fighting," Clay assured.
"This is a temple of wisdom and perception. You cannot just play games!" Omi yelled, glaring at the two.
"Actually, I found that it was a good exercise for your abilities," Master Fung said, as Omi's mouth dropped. "I got a good understanding of how they have progressed over the years."
"But Master Fung, they were loud and disrespectful. They woke up the entire temple," Omi persisted.
"Kid let's face it, this temple needed a wake up call," Dojo added. "And you know you wanted to join them."
"I-I did not! They obviously forgot about the rules."
"Since we're on the subject, a little warning perhaps? The other monks thought we were under an attack," Master Fung said, as Clay and Kimiko gave him sheepish looks.
"Yes Master Fung, we'll ask permission next time," Kimiko said, giving a sincere look to the other elder monks. "And maybe we won't be so harsh on the landscape."
"That is all I ask. Tomorrow we will talk about your abilities. There is something important I have to tell you," Master Fung said, before he excused himself with the other monks. Dojo jumped off Master Fung and wrapped himself around Omi.
"Seriously guys, you got off pretty lucky," Dojo said with a small smirk.
"Yes I know. I don't understand why Master Fung wasn't furious," Omi said, perturbed.
"You know you wanted to join, little buddy. All ya had to do was jump right in. I would've thrown you the ball," Clay explained, as Omi narrowed his eyes. "That goes for you too, Raimundo."
"What?" he asked, finally introducing him into the conversation.
"I saw them puppy dog eyes. I know you wanted to throw the pigskin around," Clay smirked.
"Please, I knew you were going to get busted for it…"
"The Raimundo I know would have stolen the ball the moment we saw the game. What's the matter? Can't take the heat?" Kimiko teased, getting a glare from Raimundo. She glared back, still angry from his little conversation on the phone earlier.
"Besides, we didn't get busted for it," Clay added quickly, relieving some of the tension between the two.
"But you should have. I don't understand why he was so lenient…" Omi thought aloud.
"Lighten up Omi. The temple needed it and you know it. We need to bring back the fun this temple used to have," Kimiko said, getting close to Omi. He sighed defeated.
"I suppose you're right. I have been so bored these passed few years, I guess I forgot how to have fun and 'lighten up,'" he said, using air quotes.
"You still could've asked…" Raimundo said, crossing his arms.
"You were…busy," Kimiko said coldly, walking back into the temple with a sturdy stride. Raimundo raised his brow.
"What's her problem?" he asked, watching her body walk back to their vacancies. Clay sighed and rolled his eyes, also walking back. Raimundo turned to Omi. "Do you understand what just happened?"
"Well my friend-."
"Never mind. If I'm asking you that question, then there's seriously something wrong with me," he stopped him, walking away from Omi and Dojo. Omi shrugged, walking right next to him.
Only, none of them realized the evil watching them the whole time…
Chapter 7:
Sorry for the long wait…again.
I just sort of threw this chapter in there. It wasn't really exciting or anything, but I had to put more interaction between Clay and Kimiko, and Omi and Keiko. Anyway, as I said, I sort of threw this in here just to build on the characters.
Then I introduced Dyris. I wasn't planning on putting her in the story till I actually saw the only episode she was in recently. She's going to be an interesting character in this story, especially with Katnappe. I want you to be attached to Katnappe in some sort of way, if that's possible.
Next chapter, the plot will really thicken, as we see what Master Fung has to say to the dragons. Plans will be made and alliances will be questioned. What more could Chase have in store for the dragons? It's only the beginning…
R&R
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