Okay so I'm really sorry it's late. Finals were crazy...and I haven't exactly been in the mood to write something happy (seeing as the guy I like is completely oblivious still and I think I'm moving on to his friend now...which is a confusing mess in itself.) This story isn't my normal happy-go-lucky piece; this is a realistic look with all the heartache that comes when things go wrong. It's notsad enough for kleenex, but itwon't leave you bouncing off the walls in excitementeither.
Title: On Top
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/general/and a teansy bit melancholy.
Disclaimer: I can barely care for a pet fish...owning a television show? God no! That's not for me!
Summary: a dirty mind belongs in the trash bin, but this is the first time she unknowingly complies with his garbage. Basically a garbage can, an interesting position, and a stereotypical boy. RxK oneshot.
The day started like any other with the four heros lazily hanging around the temple grounds. It was a nice cloudless day and the azure sky beckoned all four dragons out into the courtyard; it would be wasteful to ignore such lovely weather.
Omi stood on a mat practicing his fighting skills silently, but the other three dragons were lying on the soft sea of grass just staring up at the sky. They were lying close together, but their minds were worlds away. Somehow the silence brought them closer than talking. Perhaps it was because they could imagine their teammates to be things that maybe in reality they were not.
Kimiko loved the slow Shengong Wu days like today where she could spend her time daydreaming about pleasantries that could be as unrealistic as she wanted them to. Thank goodness the mind reader conch was safely locked in the vault otherwise she'd have a lot of explaining to do to Rai...
It wasn't like she thought bad things about him; in fact it was polar opposite that. If he knew that she spend days like this looking up into the endless blue dreaming of ways he could ask her out and other romantic scenarios she would be in for a conversation that understates awkward. Currently in her little world he was holding her hand in the hallways at her old high school and chatting with her friends...harmless right? It sure seemed that way.
Raimundo, on the other hand, stared up into the blue void thinking of things too deep for him to ever admit to around his friends. Guy code somehow swallows up intelligent thinking...but despite thathe was mulling over some very important matters and though he looked zoned out he was trying terribly hard to stay focused. At present he was deliberating over how to go about taking down Chase Young. Sure sometimes he liked to think of happy things like soccer, his friends -both old and new-, and Kimiko (yes she was a category all her own), and days like these with the warm sun casting a heated glow on his tan body he felt focus slipping away like the last wisps of cirrus clouds drifting from the sky and Kimiko overtook his mind.
Clay thought of his family and little sister who he missed, he thought of how to get Kimiko and Raimundo to stop being so oblivious (because they were already sickeningly sweet on each other), he thought of food...a lot, and he wondered if there would ever be someone for him in his future or if temple life had doomed him to a permanent bachelor status.
Omi thought of fighting, beating his enemies, and proving himself to be the best (which he clearly already thought he had attained). Most days he didn't sit still mulling that over in his mind and rather worked on it as he was now.
An uneventful morning passed easily at a relaxing pace, but luck couldn't hold out forever and Dojo came to break the comfortable, sunny solitude with news of a new Shengong Wu alert.
"Alright hurry it up! We're heading out to a preparatory school in England if this inflamation on my stomach is correct." Dojo shouted gathering the monks and growing to his massive size.
As they ascended into the once calm and serene sky Dojo spewed into explanation and all four's contentedness with being still was shattered.
"It's the locksmith's skeleton key. It's useless in battle, but any crook alive would love this little treasure. It can open any lock which includes combination locks and even the temple vault lock...so we'd better get our hands on this little number before the other side."
"But how'd it end up at a prep school...I thought Dashi hid the Wu before those were even around?" Omi inquired.
"This particular Wu Dashi entrusted to a friend of his...nice lady from what I remember and she passed it down to her son who was the architect on this place...who knows where he hid it though." Dojo muttered with a shrug. "Anyway here we are."
Dojo landed on the well trimmed yard and gathered the warriors in a group behind a topiary piece in the shape of a cherub. The school itself looked like a palace. The walls were high and granite stone, there were some open windows on the high turrets where teachers' voices carried down to the monks and they could feel the lecture's sheer power. This was a prestigious place if there ever was such a thing.
"Hurry now" Dojo warned pushing the four towards an open mahogany door. "Find the key and get out...we don't need Wuya, Chase, or Spicer busting this place up."
Quickly they scurried into the tidy hallway and began to search for any sign of the key. They were so busy looking at walls, trophies, and any crevices where a small key could fit that watching where they were going was long forgotten. It happened suddenly, and before Kimiko could even react she had smacked into a heavy metal garbage can and it teetered with her precariously for a second and then fell to the ground with an explosively loud noise. Kimiko was utterly helpless at the weight of such a hefty barrel and was quickly pulled down on top of the trash bin, and as if that didn't cause enough trouble Raimundo was in a teasing mood.
"Nice Kim, that looks pretty naughty if you ask me!" He teased as the distraught girl lay on the bin in such a way that she was straddling it.
"Shut up Raimundo! Nobody asked you!" She snapped unable to get up from the disastrous mess. If she moved a mere inch the can was sure to tip and roll over her.
"She must have dropped it because she lacked-" Omi began to chide.
"If you say upper body strength you won't live to be five feet!" Kimiko shouted making the short, yellow monk cower behind Clay.
"Mission!" Dojo tried to interject and end the chaotic argument, but it was to no avail for in the next instant Raimundo took to provoking the infuriated girl lying on the garbage bin again.
"So..." Raimundo started before breaking into a mischievous grin, "are you going to move or am I going to have to keep wishing I was the bin?"
"Rai!" She squeaked in her angry voice. "You better not be thinking dirty thoughts about me!"
"What are you going to do if I am Kim? You're in a pretty compromising position with that garbage can right now and can I help that I'm a guy?" He laughed watching the girl flush bright red in embarrassment.
Moments after her initial embarrassment faded she felt hot anger surge through her veins.
"Uh-oh. Rai, partner, I think you'd better run!" Clay advised watching the girl leap off the bin and lunge for Raimundo.
"You pervert!" she screamed tackling him to the ground. Her fists flailed at his face, but he quickly grabbed both her tiny hands securely with one of his large hands and laughed.
"I was right to be jealous." The Brazilian smirked, "you're hot when you're angry."
"Shut. Up. Raimundo!" she snapped trying to kick him before he rolled over so he was on top pinning her to the stone ground.
"If there's one thing I like better than being on the bottom," he tantalized the helpless and clearly agitated girl. "It's being on top."
"You absolute idiot! You're such an egotistical, hedonistic, deviant brute! And I hate you! Yes, Raimundo Pedrosa I really hate you!" She screamed shoving the boy off her and jumping to her feet in one fluid movement.
"How about a kiss to make it all better?" he teased knowing he would probably need to make a big apology for this later, but enjoying pushing her buttons for now all the same.
"You can kiss this!" she snarled and slapped him forcefully on the cheek.
For a moment he recoiled in agony as his face erupted with a painful red sting...but what hurt most of all were her words, now it seemed like she really did mean them.
"And unless you want the other cheek to match I suggest you NOT follow me!" she shouted storming off in a random direction.
As she walked in towards the heart of the school each step grew less angry and the tears brimmed over her eyes. She thought he was above that. She thought he was something special, and something different. She thought he was unaffected by the mass male stupidity that most men in the world displayed, but it sure seemed like she thought wrong.
She understood his sometimes childish pranks; those weren't nearly as harmful as this, but having done this he secured his place just like every other stupid male on the planet.
The teary, blue eyed girl came to rest at a french influenced cast iron bench in the middle of an open air courtyard. Was it really just this morning she was daydreaming happily about walking the halls of her old high school with his arms around her?
She was all alone again. No students lingered in this stone trap since they were all busy in classrooms. The giant walls reached in an ever straining effort towards the sky, the enclosed courtyard was simplistic with a small cobblestone path leading from each of the four doors (one on each side of the wall) towards a center area where a heroic looking man sat perched on top of his horse. A few struggling saplings, some tall birch trees, and 3 french looking benches dotted the yard in controlled chaos.
It just seemed so dissonant. How could the sweet caring guy she'd always known (well always known at the temple) turn into something so typical for the normal world without so much as a warning?
She looked up to the blue sky for the answer hoping to have her head return to the clarity it resided in earlier that very morning, but no answers came. No stir of wind, no little cloud, no ray of sun...just beams beating down on her making her feel confused and panicky as if she was under an interrogation light.
Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a glittering speck coming off the nearby statue.
Without so much as a sound she stood up and wandered over to the brave and handsome war hero to find the thin, gold skeleton key hidden under one of the horses raised hooves. She plucked the key and tossed it in her purse. She still was in no mood to find the others yet, especially not Raimundo, so she returned to her seat.
"Were you really a hero?" she asked the statue melancholically. "Were you a typical guy too? Did you ever fall in love or have your heart broken? Did you live like the rest of us or did being a hero set you apart and make you special?"
Kimiko's azure eyes did a quick scan of the area to make sure no one was around. She didn't want to be labeled crazy, but she needed to let her feelings out. Talking to the statue of a supposedly great man was so much easier than talking to the guys, or Master Fung, or even Keiko who would've asked a million questions and still not quite understood. The statue was just silent, never contradicting nor agreeing, just listening.
"Do I forgive him? He acted without thinking and he did some really stupid things, but maybe I'm just more mad at myself for letting someone so reckless have my heart. I guess I'll forgive him in time." she sighed.
"you really are a hero." she smiled meekly at the horse rider, "and he is too though he doesn't always act like it."
The man atop the horse looked back unmoving. His mouth held the same straight-line-expression, and though he didn't look happy, he didn't look sad either, just human.
"I guess all heros start out as regular people." she whispered with a far off look in her eyes. "And I guess even heros can be regular people from time to time too."
There you have it, the next instillment in the collection. As fair warning it's going to be a long time before I can update again...roughly 2 weeks (which I guess isn't that long in retrospect). I hope you all enjoyed this sad little story and please review! It's much appreciated!
This might be the next one (I don't know, I haven't started working on it yet, so it may change a bit. We'll see how it goes):
Twenty Ways to Say I'm Sorry Raimundo has twenty or so ways to apologize, but before it gets too late, he has to choose the one that really counts, and hope she accepts it before her heart's timer has run out.
As always, much love,
Heart.
