I disclaim Xiaolin Showdown and all it's characters, I in no way profit by writing this fanfiction.
(though, If I DID own XS, Chack would totaly be canon and there would be a LOT more seasons, lol)
hope you enjoy the story!
Chapter 9
Two days ago, had someone told Chase Young he would be going grocery shopping with Jack Spicer of all people, he would have scoffed at them and had his jungle cats chase them out of his citadel.
As it was, here he was, in the middle of the day in the location Chase had chosen to go shopping, with Jack, walking around the very high-class store PUSHING THE CART as the Goth buzzed back and forth, selecting only the highest quality of food of other necessities, the preferred brands of which were stated by the dragon lord as they made their way down the long aisles of the store.
Needless to say, they were getting quite a few stares.
Not that that was saying much, they weren't exactly a common sight on a normal day, let alone together; Jack was an albino and a Goth. And HE was Chase Young, enough said, disguised as a human or no.
At the moment, said Goth was going through cereal. He wasn't thrilled at the thought, even though Jack had insisted that even evil overlords could enjoy a cold bowl of cereal once in a while. Chase highly doubted this, but if it kept Jack from complaining later on, he was willing to purchase the various colorful grain, corn, and sugar-based products.
Jack turned to him, holding up two boxes. "Chase, do you prefer Cocoa Puffs or Lucky charms?"
"I don't eat cereal, so what's the difference?" Chase asked, sounding very bored.
"Cocoa Puffs have chocolate."
"And the other?"
"Well, Lucky Charms are plain-ish," Jack said, shrugging, "but it has lots of super-sweet marshmallows that give it flavor; most of which are pink."
"..."
"Chase?"
"Get one of each," he said, his voice and expressionoutwardly appearing neutral on the matter. But he would most certainly be tasting both cereals privately once he was sure Spicer was asleep.
He was a sweets fiend after all, among other things.
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After the shopping was done and loaded into the back of the very expensive-looking car, Chase took the wheel and began to drive around, searching for a remate place so he could teleport home without being noticed.
Jack forced himself to suppress a goofy, awe-stuck grin. He'd have never pegged Chase Young as the type to drive a car.
" And what, dare I ask, is so shocking about me driving a car that you need to gawk at me?" Chase asked, glancing over at the 18 year old.
Jack shook his head, his cheeks burning as he realized he'd been staring " Sorry, you just... don't strike me as the type to drive a car..."
"Yes, well, despite popular belief, I'm not a complete fuddy-duddy, Spicer. I have several vehicles. Including a snowmobile, and a motorcycle."
Jack STARED. His brain trying to connect the words 'Chase Young' and 'Motorcycle' into a workable thought. When they finally did, he practically bounced in his seat.
"OHMYGODSOCOOL!"
Chase gave an amused smirk at the look on Jack's face as he babbled mindlessly about how 'awesome' he was and just how much more so he'd just become by the idea of him owning and riding, a motorcycle.
He did sooo like to have his ego stroked.
"If you find that tidbit interesting, you might also like to know that I possess a television, a radio, dvd player, an extensive collection of DVD and Blue-Ray disks, and several videogame systems complete with games. And a very nice computer."
Oh, Spicers face was MAGNIFICANT!
Jack lay back against the seat, completely subdued.
"You...You have a...Oh dear gods..."
It took several long minutes for Chase to get his laughter under control.
Wuya held her nails away from her face as she examined the color she'd painted them with her new nail polish. It was a bright green that really complimented her skin tone.
"Hmmm hm-hm...It's good to have the men out of the house isn't it, Jintia?" she asked, looking at a female leopard who was painstakingly painting her claws with a blue-purple nail polish by holding the brush in her teeth.
The jungle cat looked up and purred, nodding her . she was only here because Chase had put her in charge of keeping an eye on Wuya so she didn't try anything while he and Jack were gone.
But did that mean she couldn't enjoy herself with a few girly activities like putting on nail polish?
Wuya glanced at her progress "Nice color choice. Maybe we should get Chase to turn you human. Then we could do each other's hair and toenails. I don't have ANY female friends..." Wuya lamented with a pout. "Well...unless you count Jack."
Both females giggled at the dig to the youths questionable personality.
"So, did you hear the Tubbimura has a girlfriend?" Wuya asked, lounging back against the plush velvety sofa.
"Grr?" the leopard inquired.
"Oh, yeah, apparently it's getting pretty serious. He met her parents and everything" Wuya said, making sure the paint on her nails was even as she looked over at her.
"GRR!"
"I know!" Wuya said as she dished the gossip, " And don't even get me STARTED on Katnappe! She's been splicing herself with cat DNA and now she looks like an Anime character. Cat ears and everything. AND she's been coughing up hairballs!"
Jintia rolled her eyes. She despised Katnappe. She was significantly more annoying than Jack Spicer. The girl made FAR too many cat-puns in her speech.
Maybe coughing up all those hairballs would persuade her to keep her mouth CLOSED.
"I see you two are having a good time."
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The females looked over At Chase, now back in his usual attire of armor. The leapard bowed to her master respectfully.
'Hello, Master."
"Hello, Jintia."He said as he patted her head, scratching behind her ear.
She purred and rubbed against his leg at the attention.
Honestly, nothing was better than getting a good scratch from the over lord...
"How was the shopping?" Wuya inquired casualy, not bothering to straiten from her realex position on her side.
"It went well. Only minimal embarrassment caused by Spicer, who is now on the hunt for the TV room."
"Oh, you told him about that, did you?" Wuya asked, smirking "Better look out. Jack's been known to dismantle video game consoles just to make Jackbots out of them."
"Spicer isn't THAT much of a fool."
"Oh, isn't he?" Wuya inquired with a knowing tone.
Chase narrowed his eyes. She had a point. There really was no telling with Jack.
'Perhaps I should make sure he doesn't try anything...'
As he expected, Jack had found the TV room rather easily.
However, instead of watching the enormous Television or playing videogames, or dissecting the game consoles as Chase had thought he might do after Wuya's warning, he found the goth focused on the computer in the back of the room, typing away, completely oblivious to the Dragon Lord.
"I see you've taken the liberty to use my computer system" Chase said, materializing beside the youth.
Jack didn't even flinch and continued to type away, "I'm hacking into my computer system to see if I can retrieve my files."
"I thought your computers were destroyed in the explosion" Chase said, thinking back to the trip to what was left of the Spicer mansion. He istinctly remembered seeing at least three large, piles of metal, plastic and wire decorating the lawn and chared remains of the lab that were obviously computer components.
"They are." Jack confirmed, "But I have self-updating back up files encrypted in a folder I keep in a remote system."
"Why?"
"I have to as often as the Monks break in to beat me up or steal my Shen Gong Wu. They ALWAYS trash my lab because they KNOW it pisses me off and then I had to redo EVERYTHING. So I just decided it would be safer and less stress inducing to keep a back up file available whenever the monks decided to Slag me."
"Slag?" Chase asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Beat me up and trash my lair."
"Ah."
"Anyway, I'm accessing the files now. I have some pretty intricate firewalls and security locks on it, so it might take a minute. It randomly selects new passwords and encryption codes every five hours based around certain factors so no one other than me could figure it out."
" I see. That's quite clever."
"Yeah, well, I didn't get my evil genius badge for nothing you know."
The Warlord rolled his eyes at this and watched silently as the technophile submersed himself once more in his hacking and decoding. It took several long moments before Jack managed to open the files and load them into the computer.
"There. Files downloaded," Jack said cracking his fingers and leaning back against the back of the chair from his slouched position over the keyboard.
"I trust you'll transfer them off of my computer as soon as you are able to obtain a suitable system," Chase said, folding his hands on the small of his back.
"Yeah, no problem. Just need to get my hands on a couple of high-end super computer components. I know a place where I could get some" He typed on the computer rapidly, his fingers almost a blur as the image of a building appeared on the screen. "It's a government surplus building in Hong Kong. I can get what I need, but it's pretty pricey and I don't have the money right now."
"How much would it cost?"
Jack thought for a minute, grabbing a piece of paper an scribbling some estimates and exact components he would need or want. He added up the total on the bottom and set his pencil down. Chase took the paper, his gold serpentine eyes skimming over the numbers, most of which contained multiple zeros.
Jack yawned, stretching as he stood, " I think I'm gonna go to bed...You mind?"
Chase waved him off dismissively. The youth stalked past him and out the door, eager to plop onto his bed and dream his evil dreams of world conquest and humiliating his enemies.
Not to mention there was a certain jungle cat warrior he was just dying to regale his shopping trip with Chase to while he was at it.
Omi walked along the stone paths, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his robes. He'd had trouble getting to sleep and was hoping to clear his mind taking a calming night-walk along the familiar paths he'd traveled his whole life. He mused on what Dojo had told them that morning, about the Immortal weapons. Of course, he had known of the eight immortals. Any self-respecting monk knew who they were. But he HADN'T known about the immortal weapons.
If What Dojo said was true, Then they could be used to kill demons and other immortal beings.
Beings like Chase Young, Wuya, or Hannibal Bean.
As distasteful as the idea of actually killing someone was to Omi, he had to admit, it was a tempting thought. The only catch was that only immortals could wield the weapons. Like Master monk Guan, who was also vulnerable to such a weapon, should it wind up in the wrong hands.
And if that happened...
Omi sighed, shaking his large yellow head.
"Perhaps I should place the entire matter on the exterior of my skull" he spoke aloud to himself.
"That's 'put it out of my mind' " came the voice of the Shoku leader from nearby.
Omi turned, seeing Raimundo walking towards him.
"Couldn't sleep either, eh cue ball?"
"Ah, Raimundo. You startled me. No, I could not get to sleep."
"Me either. I'm restless. You thinking what I'm thinking about?"
"If you are referring the Immortal Weapons, then Yes." Omi said as they walked together around the garden paths.
"I was actually thinking about Kimiko, but let's go with that," Raimundo said smiling at his friend and fellow monk. "It'd be nice to have 'em, but it's not like we could use immortal weapons anyway. Only Immortals can weild them."
"But what if The Heylin side decides to use them against Us? Wounds caused by Immortal Weapons cannot be healed with magic" Omi fretted, his brow furrowed.
"Omi, these guys have been around a LOT longer than we have." Raimundo reminded him. "If they knew, or cared, about the 8 Immortal weapons, don't you think they'd have destroyed them by now? Or used them to take over the world?"
Omi scratched his Chin in thought. "You have an excellent point Raimundo. I will try to stop worrying about it."
"Good. Now you can get some sleep." Raimundo stated as they continued to walk, patting his diminutive freind on the back.
"...Of course...it never hurts to err on the side of caution..." Omi said with a tone Raimundo recognized.
The Brazilizn squeezed his shoulder, "You wanna ask the fungmeister if we can find them, don't you?"
Omi smiled sheepishly.
"You know, I was thinking the exact same thing." Raimundo laughed as they continued their walk in the moonlight, discussing how best to ask their teacher for permission to perform their little quest.
Niether of the monks noticed the ying-ying bird perched on a tree branch nearby, watching and listening to every word.
End of Chapter 9
sorry it took so long guys. real life has been a bitch, and i was working on another fic that used up all my fic time
sorry.
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