Raimundo lowered his head, squeezing his eyes shut in disbelief. "I can't believe he ditched us for Chase again."

"Rai..." Kimiko placed a hand on Raimundo's shoulder, but he violently jerked it off.

"Don't worry about me," he snapped, "I just need to take a walk." The dragon of wind clenched his fists before turning away from his fellow monks and storming down the hallway.

Kimiko immediately rushed after him, only to be held back by Clay. "No," she said sternly, "Let me go talk to him."

Clay released her with a shrug. "Guess I'll just stay back here and hold down the fort," Clay sat against the wall, his mind overrun with thoughts. Suddenly, these thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Hello there, my friend."

"Omi? What in tarnation are you doin'?"

"Would you mind telling me where Raimundo is? I would like to apologize to him for my most stinky behavior."

Clay gave him a blank stare. "Uh, he's down the hall."

"Thank you, my friend!" And with that, he was off.

Clay raised an eyebrow. There was something off about his friend-he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but whatever it was, it left him with an unsettling feeling. "Something's just not right with the little feller...I better go warn the others."

"Rai, wait!" Kimiko quickened her pace, practically tripping over her own feet trying to keep up with the wind dragon.

"No!" he snapped. "I don't wanna talk right now."

"Please, just try to calm down. How do you know he went to see Chase?"

"Where else would he be? That's all he cares about anyway," Raimundo scoffed. "I'll bet he'd double-cross us for that no good lizard."

"Don't say that!" Kimiko cried. "Omi would never betray us like that."

"Hello, friends!"

The monks froze. Kimiko turned over her shoulder hesitantly. "Omi...?" she muttered, blinking in surprise.

Omi tilted his head to the side innocently. "Why do you look so scared? Was it something I did?"

"Omi!" Raimundo rushed over to the monk. "Don't scare us like that. Where'd you go?"

"The answer is quite simple," Omi said, chuckling, "I simply went out to train, so I could one day become as great as my friend, Raimundo!" He flashed a huge grin.

The monks eyed him skeptically. "That's very...sweet of you?" Kimiko muttered, completely dumbfounded.

"I don't buy it," Raimundo narrowed his eyes. "You're hiding something; come on, spill it."

"Guys, don't go near him!"

Everyone turned their heads to see Clay sprinting down the hallway, his face stricken with panic.

"Clay?" Kimiko stared wide-eyed at her friend. "What's going on?"

"I got that no good varmit!" Clay ran at full speed, clenching his teeth. With a giant leap, he brought himself down on Omi, attempting to seize him in a tight hold, only to plunge face first into the floor. He looked up, wincing in pain. "What in...how did he-?"

"Sphere of Yun!"

Before Clay could react, he was suddenly imprisoned within the sphere. "Hey!" he hollered, pounding on the glass. "What'd you do that for?"

"Omi, what are you doing?" Kimiko let out a sharp gasp as the monk crept closer to her, slowly pulling out his Shen Gong Wu.

Raimundo lunged forward in an attempt to tackle the monk to the ground. Much to his surprise, he went right through him, and he was sent smashing into the wall.

"Missed me!" Omi sung, grinning playfully.

The dragon of wind growled, inching his way back onto his feet. In the time that it took him to blink, he was suddenly face to face with the monk, causing him to stumble back into his fighting stance. He gave Omi a nod of approval, initiating the fight.

Omi took a step back, and Raimundo stared at him, puzzled. There was a strong moment of silence, when suddenly, the dragon of wind could feel his breath hitch up in his throat as his friend sprouted two extra arms from his backside.

"What...?" he muttered breathlessly.

Omi continued to creep closer to Raimundo until his back was pressed against the wall. "What's the matter, Raimundo? Don't you wish to fight me?"

"I...it's not that I don't want to," Raimundo felt his body tense as his friend neared him, "It's just that I..."

"...you know you cannot win," Omi finished, a sinister grin sprawled across his face.

"No! That's not true!" Raimundo swung out his fist, only for it to pass seamlessly through Omi's body. He tried again, countless times, but to no prevail.

"Give up?"

The dragon of wind let out a frustrated growl. "No!"

Raimundo continued his efforts, while Omi just stood there like some kind of rock statue, absorbing every blow as if it was nothing. Eventually, he became worn out, and he stumbled down onto his knees.

Omi hovered over him with an amiable grin on his face. "It seems you have improved after all, my friend; I am most impressed," His grin slowly morphed into a sneer. "Too bad you will never be as good as me."

Raimundo had little time to recuperate before he suddenly found himself pinned against the wall by the webs of the Silk Spitter. Kimiko soon followed, after a hopeless attempt to make an escape. Omi took one last glance at them, grinning menacingly, before vanishing into thin air.

"It was another fake!" Raimundo said, gawking. "Man, that little guy is good!"

"But what could be his motive behind all this?" Kimiko pondered, arching her back in an attempt to snap the thick webs and free herself.

The dragon of wind stared ahead somberly, and with great remorse in his voice, he muttered, "We may never know."

The monks lowered their heads in defeat.


"Ohh, that Chase..." Wuya balled up her ghostly fists in frustration, "He never knows what he wants!"

"I believe I have a way to fix that."

The sudden noise caused Wuya to jump. Without even turning her head, she replied, "And how do you plan on doing that?"

The voice chuckled. "Wuya, Wuya..."

The ghost froze at the mention of her name.

"You should know me by now," the voice continued, "I always have a plan for everything." The figure emerged from the shadows, and its tiny silhouette, though barely visible in the dark, was almost immediately recognizable.

"Hannibal Bean? Why, it's been years since we've last seen each other! How have you been?"

"Please, spare me the formalities," Hannibal hopped off the ledge he was perched on. "I assume you know of the monk's plan to drink the Lao Mang Long soup."

"Omi? Oh, don't even bother; Chase already talked him out of it."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Hannibal grinned as the ghost's expression became perplexed. "What if I told you he was down in the kitchen making the soup as we speak?"

The ghost's eyes grew wide. "Does Chase know?"

The bean shook his head. "Not yet, at least."

"I don't believe it!" she exclaimed. "What did you say to him?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"How could you have possibly swayed him to make such a decision?"

"Wasn't me; he decided all on his own. But his friends..." the bean chuckled, "...now they were a different story."

"And how did you manage to get past them?" the ghost questioned, leaning in curiously.

"Simple: I used the Moby Morpher to turn myself into the little cheddar ball, and distracted them long enough for Omi to do his thing, all the while keeping the Serpent's Tail up my sleeve to make them think that I was just another one of his shadow clones playing tricks on them."

"Brilliant! They won't suspect a thing!"

"And even if they do by some slim chance figure out it was me, I had them trapped, so there's nothing they can do about it."

The ghost and the bean chuckled deviously.

Little did they know that Chase was in a room not too far off from where they were, and he could make out every word they were saying. No, I cannot allow this to happen; I must go warn the young monk before it is too late.

Chase couldn't deny the fact any longer: he loved the young monk dearly, and he would never be able to live with himself if he let him fall victim to the same trap he had years ago.


Omi stirred the remaining ingredients into the soup, his mind racing. This may be wrong, but I am doing it for a good purpose...The monk reached into one of the cabinets and pulled out a bowl. I am doing this for love. Hesitantly, he reached over and grabbed the ladle off the counter. The only way our love can exist is if one of us switches sides-and I know Chase Young is not switching over to the side of good anytime soon-so I have no other choice. The monk continued to ponder as he spooned some of the soup into his bowl, its foul aroma making him sick to his stomach. Ugh...how can Chase stand this?!

Hands trembling furiously, he slowly raised the steaming bowl to his lips. Well, here goes nothing...


Chase continued to whisk through the halls at inhuman speeds, his heart pounding painfully against his ribcage. Almost there... He kept his gaze fixated straight ahead, gradually increasing his pace.


"Hannibal, did I ever mention how absolutely ingenious you are?"

"Please, it's gonna take more than flattery to earn a place at my side."

Suddenly, their words were interrupted by the sound of smashing glass.

Hannibal nodded knowingly. "Well, it looks like our plan is finally complete; I can't wait to see what we created."