...I'll confess, this is mainly a filler chapter. Although it should clear up everything you ever wanted to know about Konjou. I'd like to take a second to thank Luiz4200 for continuing to faithfully review my story. Luiz, you rock. Really.

I never owned Xiaolin Showdown, and I never will. Sadly.

"Ok, tell me again, WHAT happened?!" Jack shouted, somewhere between incredulous and terrified. Xyzchi shook her head, orange liquid slicking off her fur – apparently, her way of crying.

"I don't know! I tried to stop the Xiaolin Warrior from getting the Diestji before Konjou hurt him and then he attacked me and I blanked out!" The redhead decided to correct her and muttered "Blacked out..." Receiving a grateful nod from the alien she then continued from where she was interrupted, "I don't know what hurt HIM!" Her small body shook. Megan watched from the top of the stairs – though she was supposed to tell Jack if his mom came home, right now, she was too worried about Xyzchi. The poor thing looked terrified. "But what do you mean K…K…" She appeared to be choking on her own words. Jack sighed, putting a hand to his face and trying to will himself to calm down. It was bad enough he cried, but if word got out that his latest assistant cried as well – as if his evil reputation wasn't already down the toilet.

"Look, Xyzchi, something beat up two of the Xiaolin losers – they looked AWFUL – left you unconscious and left this-" He held the filter before Xyzchi's air bubble. "-behind. How could you not know what happened?" Xyzchi stared in horror at the filter.

"Oh, no… how awfully-beaten were the two?"

"Well, one was impaled on a branch and the other had some nasty scratches." Xyzchi put her hands to her face, eyes wide. "What?" Megan leaned over the railing. Jack hadn't mentioned the filter to her. The fact that the filter really did resemble teeth, as though someone had simply punched Konjou in the face, did little to soothe her.

"B-berserker…" The alien broke down, sobbing. Jack groaned. Great. And Konjou was still missing. He couldn't get another word out of the alien even if he had some shen-gong-wu that forced people to tell the truth.

Megan looked at Xyzchi sadly. She had to feel bad – Jack had been in hysterics the moment they got back and he realized Konjou hadn't just come back before them. So, when Xyzchi woke up, he began nothing short of an interrogation, complete with the metal table and single bright light, just like on TV. And Xyzchi had to be lonely – here, she was the only one not from Earth. She watched Jack step away.

"Megan, look, could you get Xyzchi a snack? Like, I dunno, carrots?" She nodded and left the evil lair/basement. Jack looked back at Xyzchi – then heard the static of a computer turning on. Not surprisingly, this was the one with the communication lines. Was he being hacked? He watched the screen as the static changed to a picture of Omi, Kimiko, and Clay, all uncomfortably close to the screen. He frowned.

"Hey, mind backing up a little? What do you want?" The evil boy genius crossed his arms. They all took a step back – good, now they weren't so distorted – and Clay spoke.

"Hey, can we talk to the lil' gal you brought with you earlier?" Odd. With the metallic echo from his speakers, Clay almost sounded like Konjou. He looked at Xyzchi.

"Um, I think she's kinda busy. Call back later." He waved a dismissive hand. "Now shoo."

"No." The alien began smoothing her fur. "I can talk." She hopped off the light table and approached the computer screen, her talons clicking on the tiles. "Mister Jack, do they see me?"

"Um, yeah." Jack looked at them. "Hey, what do you guys want anyways?"

"We need to ask her a few questions about Konjou," Omi replied. Xyzchi shook her head.

"As much as I would love to be of assisting-"

"Assistance," Kimiko said out of habit.

"Thank you. Well, I simply cannot give away information about Konjou to those who are not involved in his life." She shrugged. Both Kimiko and Omi looked at Clay. Clay cleared his throat.

"Um, did Konjou ever know anyone he called 'Nanku'?" At Clay's words, Xyzchi brightened.

"Yes – in fact, when Konjou crash-landed on his planet after a mistimed galactic jump, Nanku and his younger sibling Yessie..." Jack, at that point, swore he heard Clay mutter "Jessie" quietly to himself. "...accompanied him until he left. I dearly wanted to meet them, but I could not arrive on planet and, by the time I had enough energy for the jump, Konjou had jumped back and so I never met them." She sighed. "Truly, it was a shame they were never thanked properly."

"Well, we were ok. We just convinced ourselves he was imaginary," Clay remarked, shrugging. Xyzchi, Jack, and Megan, who had just returned with that carrot, looked at Clay with surprise. "You see, I was Nanku." Everyone winced as Xyzchi released a shrill cry of joy.

"The blessings of the Magician and Warrior upon you and your family! You were the ones who saved Konjou so long ago!"

"Hey, how come you didn't give me all this 'blessing' stuff?" Jack asked.

"To be fair, Nanku never gave Konjou propane."

"That was an accident!"

"Look, Xyzchi? We need help. Looks like Konjou poisoned Rai – and I don't doubt that he's the one who attacked Jericho," Kimiko interrupted. "You know this guy pretty well, right? Any way to get rid of the poison?" Xyzchi tilted her head.

"Inside his chest is an antidote. I put it in there for incidents such as these, so he could not destroy it." Jack groaned as he saw the orange liquid come back. "But you cannot have it." The Xiaolin Warriors gawked.

"What do you mean?" Kimiko's face grew red.

"We demand an explanation!" Omi added. "Let us speak to him at once!"

"You can't, oh Great Bald One," Jack retorted, rolling his eyes. "He's missing!" Xyzchi sighed.

"So, mind telling us, Xyzchi? Why can't we have it?" Clay sounded torn between anger and sheer confusion.

"Would it kill him?" Megan asked, clutching the carrot.

"No, Miss Megan, it wouldn't." She brushed some of the liquid from her fur and smiled at Megan in a vain attempt to raise her spirits. "I only fear that it would kill them." Everyone blinked a few times.

"Um….how?" Clay asked, voicing everyone's thoughts. Xyzchi turned back to the monitor.

"From what Mister Jack said, I have gathered that Konjou is in his secondary mindset, Beserker mode." She looked around. "How to explain…Konjou was made with the Diestji of Aca, a powerful weapon with one drawback – its use calls evil spirits that speak to its holder."

"So, what? He's schizo? OW!" Jack winced as Xyzchi kicked at him, talons tearing his pants. Megan looked shocked at the sudden movement.

"They only speak during great stress and do NOT originate in his mind. He is NOT 'schizo', whatever that says!" She panted for a minute, glaring. The Xiaolin Warriors actually scooted back from the PDA monitor. That had been…unexpected, and a bit frightening. The alien turned back to them, the anger already replaced by a small smile.

"As I was saying, Konjou was made with the Diestji of Aca-"

"But didn't you say he was a magna or something like that?" Megan asked, instinctively taking a step back. Xyzchi groaned in exasperation.

"Yes. He is, but he was created as a joint projection-"

"PROJECT." Jack rolled his eyes.

"Translation is tricky! Anyways, a joint project between Earth, Exeatu, and Irk – an ultimate warrior with self-healing and innate knowledge on fighting. The Diestji, Earth's contribution, was seen as a way to check both points. It did the job. Very well." Xyzchi sighed. "The moment he woke up – well, sixteen strangers, all very different from him, very stressing.

"He went into Berserker mode and dismembered fifteen of them."

A long, awkward silence settled among all of them. Megan couldn't but to wonder how Konjou, the same Konjou who jumped rope with her and played tag could be so destructive. Jack mentally swore at his own luck, having a killer robot and never actually using it. Clay, Omi, and Kimiko were all in shock while feeling slightly relieved at the fact that at least Jericho and Raimundo were alive and in one piece.

"…..what about the sixteenth?" Megan broke the silence, talking in a low voice as though she feared Konjou would come in and kill her.

"I. I was hiding under a table. The fifteenth worker, he struck Konjou between the wings with a chunk of cement before his dead. It struck Konjou between the wings, just where the Diestji protruded-" Jack thought back to his first morning with the magna.

"And it knocked him out?" he finished. Xyzchi looked mildly surprised.

"…Yes. He soon recovered, and didn't know what happened. I found it better to let him believe a monster did it." She shrugged. "Even you must admit, from what you've found, it's correct." Omi nodded grimly.

"So, what, if we go after that antidote, he'll try to kill us?" Kimiko's statement came out as a question.

"Certainly." Xyzchi paused in thought. "Unless you can strike the Diestji. It seems to trigger a reaction that…..I believe the term is 'resets', yes, it resets him."

"Yeah, you guys do that," Jack said. Kimiko glared.

"Hey, this is your fault. You can at least help."

"What do you mean? From what Xyzchi told me, this is Raimundo's fault. He's the one who pissed off Konjou!" He cringed as Kimiko's glare intensified. "Well, I can't help, you guys destroyed all my robots and Xyzchi's too weak."

"I hope you mean I'm too exhausted," Xyzchi retorted.

"See? You're so stressed you're even snapping over nothing now!"

"How do we find him?" Megan asked. Everyone looked at Xyzchi. She blinked.

"I'm a companion, not a magical detector. Besides, when's he's like this, he doesn't have any magic TO detect. It all gets…" She shrugged, unable to find the right term, and crossed her arms in thought. "It's a bit of a problem." It was then that the proverbial lightbulb over Jack's head went off.

"Hey, I know!"

"That's a first," Megan teased. The Wudai Warriors could not resist laughing. Jack glared.

"Geez, help someone and this is what you get." He rolled his eyes.

"And how are you helping?" Omi asked between chuckles. Jack waited until the laughter died down.

"Well, when Konjou first came to me, he couldn't fly. I had to make some adjustments using my own parts. Since you guys keep tearing them apart and sending them who knows where, I've modified my parts to reflect sound waves. You know, kinda like sonar." Jack smirked as everyone stared at him incredulously. "Told you I was a genius! Take THAT!" He pumped his fist in the air, beginning his victory dance.

"Just look and we won't kill you later," Kimiko replied dryly. The evil boy genius stopped in mid-dance, hurrying over to a different computer. Megan, finally getting tired of holding the carrot, walked down the stairs to Xyzchi and held out the orange vegetable.

"Here. Sorry about Konjou." Xyzchi let a smile play across her face.

"Oh, it's nothing. I know he doesn't mean it. He just has a few wires crossed." She looked back up at the Xiaolin Warriors. "Still, I must apologize for his actions. I hope your friends make it."

"They probably will. We're all fighters," Clay replied, tipping his hat. "Thanks anyways."

"Hey, I got it! WHOO-HOO! I am da MAN!" Jack began his victory dance again – and stopped as he read the words on the screen before him. "Hey, guys? I got something that'll strike fear into you – something worse than squirrels." He looked up, just in time to catch Omi cringe. "A phrase to strike terror into you for generations: he's in Yellowstone National Park."

(--)

The sun was setting. The couple watched from their car, smiling. A perfect, if perhaps overdone, way to end a date. They leaned against each other.

"I never want this to end," the girl whispered.

"Me either." The young man gave her a peck on the forehead. She giggled – then frowned, looking in the rearview mirror.

"Um, Kyle? I think there's something behind us." Kyle leaned over, looking at the mirror.

"Baby, loosen up, it's just the world's ugliest dog." The girl giggled.

"I guess." Kyle smiled – then, the car shook, the sound of metal tearing painfully loud. Both jumped.

"What the hell was that?" the girl shouted. Kyle looked back into the rearview mirror. The dog was gone. Something with a red glow was tearing up the trunk. He turned the key, letting the engine roar to life, and backed over the thing with two loud bumps. There, now it was in front of them. Odd, it didn't look much like a dog now, even with the tail. The girl stared.

"…what is that?" she asked. He shrugged. Then, the thing got up, standing on two legs, eyes glowing in the dimming light. Something from its sides appeared, like glowing red wings.

"…Baby? I don't think it's a dog." The creature lunged at them and they screamed. Kyle hit the gas, turning the car around and sped off as fast as he could, not daring to check his side mirror to see if it was pursuing them. There was a loud metallic shriek, the sound of metal tearing, and then no more. Neither dared to check why, only heading for the highway.

(--)

Dojo looked over at the Wudai Warriors. "Let me get this straight: there's a killer robot on the loose with a shen-gong-wu and you DON'T want me to come? I mean, it's great, but, why?"

"Xyzchi says he's undetectable now," Clay replied, putting a few shen-gong-wu in his hat – the Sphere of Yun, the Star Hanabi, and the Golden Finger. "Besides, one less guy coming means we have to watch one less guy. No offense, lil' partner."

"Trust me, none taken." Dojo watched Omi activate the Silver Manta Ray. "Just promise to come back in one piece, ok? I don't want to explain to your parents what happened."

"Gotcha." Clay put his hat back onto his head and walked to the silver machine. One shot at this, just one. He dreaded to consider the alternative. He climbed into the cockpit. Omi jumped in after him. Kimiko began to pull herself in when she saw a burst of color before her. Great…that meant… she turned to see Jericho emerging from the temple, an arm in a sling and shoulder wrapped in bandages.

'I want to come too,' he signed, struggling to 'talk' with only one hand. The Dragon of Fire sighed.

"Jericho, you can't. That thing nearly killed you before-"

'Which is why I want to go.' He put his unbound hand on his hip. Kimiko thought for a minute.

"Jericho, you can't come… face it; out of everyone else here you're the only one who can use a cell phone." Surprise sprung across the boy's face, and she continued. "We need someone to keep an eye on Rai, let us know if he gets any better or worse." She pulled her cell phone and tossed it at Jericho. He fumbled for a minute before catching it, and studied it. He then put it in his sling.

'I guess I could stay.' His uninjured shoulder shrugged. Kimiko smiled.

"That's the spirit. Thanks, Jer." She pulled herself into the cockpit of the Silver Manta Ray. With something akin to hopelessness, Jericho watched the silver shen-gong-wu take off.