Chase made me cry, whyyy were you so difficult?
Desirable
Chapter 12: The Warrior
"Am I inadequate?"
Wuya stared at the warrior who had barged into her room without so much as a knock on the door through her mirror, her brush still in its mid-brush position.
".…Are you drunk?"
Chase let out a sound that was certainly not human, "No."
The Witch titled her head and resumed her brushing, "What brought this up then? What possibly could have happened, that has the great Chase Young asking such a question?"
Chase crossed his arms, and he may or may not have shifted on his feet. "An incident came to light, that I may be…unsatisfactory in certain situations. And while I'm not one to need it, I know the benefits to asking for advice."
"Alright, then?" Wuya responded slowly and very much confused.
Who or what in the world could make Chase-Oh.
Wuya's grin could only be described as shit-eating.
"You talked to Jack, didn't you."
Chase's eyes narrowed, "If I did it does not-"
"Oh, it does so!" Wuya cackled, dropped her brush, and jumping out of her chair, all but bouncing over to the Warrior. "What happened? Tell me?"
Chase pulled away from the hand tugging on his arm, "Never mind, forget I asked!"
"No, wait Chase, come back!"
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He was not inadequate.
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He had hoped, training with his cats would help clear his mind.
Clear his mind of those red eyes staring at him with so much confidence and strength.
Hoped mediation would rid him of the voice, that no longer trembled, wavered with fear or awe when in his presence, reject him for a second time.
Neither help.
Nothing does.
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The spell around Spicer's home is simple but powerful.
It allowed anyone to enter so as long as they did not intend to do harm. However, should their intention not be pure they were denied entry, or if they entered the home and tried to hurt the occupants, they would be removed.
It said a lot about Huizhong's protectiveness.
"And very little about the man himself" Chase mused as he stood at the foot of the stairs leading to Spicer's door.
Spicer was home, most likely in that lab of his, and unaware of his guest. Though the Heylin Warrior wondered for how long, humming Chase settled down the step.
He doesn't know why he's here to be honest, though he will admit it a bit that it was to get away from Wuya's teasing and his cats' concerned gaze. And in truth, he could have gone anywhere but here. Hell, he could have even visited one of the monks.
But, he was here.
It's dark when he left with Jack none the wiser, and him with no answers.
~.~
"Why can I not find the answers that I seek?"
".…I don't know if I should pity or laugh at you. Also, checkmate."
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He figured out one thing.
He doesn't know who or what Huizhong was, there was nothing beyond him being an immortal. It was annoyingly frustrating and had some cause for concern.
~.~.
He's only second-guessed himself once, and he tried not to think about his time with Hannibal more than necessary. He's always been sure in all his decisions, regardless if he won or lost in the end.
This should have been no different.
Why wasn't this any different?
Why did he feel so… restless?
Jack getting a master, getting better should have been something that shouldn't have held his attention beyond whether the teenager would be a threat to him. And yet, it did.
Why?
Why did he still watch?
Why did he want to?
Why was he genuine in his attempts?
Why did being rejected, bother him so?
So, if anyone's interested, I've just posted a new Xiaolin Showdown story, it's a Chase/Jack pairing and it also has a familiar face.