welcome to the first chapter of my new(est) 'Xiaolin Showdown' fanfiction. I know this project was originally done by another blogger on here under the penname of CommonKnowledge, but they never got around to finishing the dern thing. I'm rewriting it, re-blogging it, and I have plans to finish it. at least, that's my plan. yes, I know that CommonKnowledge wrote that story under the inspiration of the show '24', and I don't really know how accurately I can end this story, especially since I never once made a habit of watching that show and never once heard of it until reading CommonKnowledge's fanfiction, 'Into the Rush'. yes, I know that I'm not really rewriting their fanfiction all that well with a title like 'Into the Rush Now', but I've been so low on creativity that even the titles of my fanfictions which have been based upon the unfinished works of others have been somewhat on the lackluster side. I feel like a plagiarist, no matter how much I'm trying not to be one.
anyway, this first chapter, 'Kimiko and Her Roommate, Jermaine' is actually quite short compared to what I have in mind for most of the fanfiction's other chapters going forward at a whopping six-hundred-eighty-five words. other than my ranting just above, this paragraph that was supposed to be the chapter's headnote instead of the second paragraph added from my perspective on my own fanfiction, and the disclaimer following this paragraph. I just hope that the original blogger of this idea who wrote it under the penname of CommonKnowledge and Fanfiction, itself, understand my desperation for ideas. honestly speaking, the only reason I'm writing this fanfiction is because I hated being cliff-hangered so much when CommonKnowledge started their own idea for the fanfiction without giving it a real ending. I felt let down by that. on to the disclaimer...
disclamation: I don't own 'Xiaolin Showdown' in any way, shape, or form. I also don't own its sorry excuse of a reboot known as 'Xiaolin Chronicles'. that show was horrible, wasn't it? I don't even know why I'm still keeping at writing fanfictions from that universe. honestly, becoming a Shoku warrior did not do Omi any good in 'Xiaolin Chronicles', he was so bad at being a good guy. if I had anything to say about the Omi in 'Xiaolin Chronicles', I'd say that the only thing about him that grew up was his arrogance. both the jewel of a cartoon that was 'Xiaolin Showdown' and its beyond crummy reboot series of 'Xiaolin Chronicles', in which basically everything they all learnt in the original series had been somehow unlearnt, are the sole property of Christy Hui. I also don't own this fanfiction's very storyline. all of the ownership rights for this storyline go straight to CommonKnowledge. I will say that at least I admit to this kind of thing.
Kimiko was so mad at her roommate right at that moment that she swore she was going to kill Jermaine when next she saw him. Where did that guy even get off setting an alarm for her? With a groan Kimiko pushed herself out of bed and struck at her alarm clock that was normally at her bedside. Instead of the clock, however, her hand seemed to hit her bedside tabletop with a loud and exceedingly painful slap.
Cursing loudly, Kimiko looked blurry eyed around the room to notice that her alarm clock had been relocated far from her reach so that she would have been forced to get out of bed just to stop that annoying beeping that blurted out from the clock. Grumbling at the injustice of it all, Kimiko made her way out of bed and smacked the stupid clock into a silence.
The noise faded into a low humming before disappearing completely along with the numbers which told her the time. Kimiko groaned again. That was the sixth clock she had broken that same year… and it was only September. Kimiko was well on her way to beating her own record in the destruction of clocks.
Stretching, Kimiko walked out of her room to start the tea pot before climbing into the shower and thought of her college years as she went. She could barely believe that it was just over four years prior that she had come to New York City to attend NYU as an undergraduate. Now she was twenty-one and getting just about ready to start her first year as a graduate student. Too bad she did not know exactly what she wanted to study just yet. But luckily for Kimiko, a favorite professor of hers agreed to keep her on until she figured out just what she wanted to do with her life.
Switching the tea pot on, Kimiko caught sight of a paper out of the corner of her eye and noticed the neat printing of her friend and roommate, Jermaine. He was also a grad student but unlike her, he had a direction for his life. Kimiko picked it up and studied it carefully.
Jermaine's Note: Kimiko,
Now don't be angry at me for setting your alarm clock for you and waking you up. You gotta get your butt in gear, girl, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. If you can meet me for lunch at twelve-thirty at Simon's Café on campus, I got something to talk to you about. Otherwise, I'll be in the library all day working on my thesis-you know, the same thesis you were supposed to decide on back in May.
Again, I mean that in the nicest way possible.
-Jermaine
P.S. We're outta orange juice so do please be productive and go get us some more.
Kimiko pursed her lips at her roommate's note. She was not exactly mad at Jermaine for the note, just a little bit annoyed. She knew he was concerned about her never deciding which direction she wanted to go with her graduate program, and she genuinely appreciated the guy's concern, but she simply felt as though this was a decision she just could not afford to rush.
Jermaine, for example, always knew that he had wanted to study modern American History, but for Kimiko to decide on such a thing so easily was just impossible. She was pretty sure she wanted to study British Women's fiction, yet at the same time, the classics were quite appealing to her, still there was also a lot which she could say about finding a path for her to take in Realism.
Kimiko just physically shook her head to rid her mind of these kinds of thoughts. It was too early to have such thoughts. For her, these thoughts never went anywhere productive, anyway. Kimiko glanced at the clock, and it was only five after seven, so she was doing good on time.
Kimiko's mind: I might as well take this time to shower, since I don't actually have anywhere to be; right now, at least.
