here is my newest 'Xiaolin Showdown' AU. it is a direct parody of the movie '27 Dresses' starring Katherine Heigl and James Marsden. only difference between this fanfiction and the movie is that Kimiko Tohomiko is the Jane Nicholas and the Tess Nicholas in this fanfiction is an original character under the name of 'Toriko Tohomiko'. I know it's not technically a real name in even Japan, but I just thought it sounded original enough.
this first chapter of my newest 'Xiaolin Showdown' AU fanfiction is a full on seven-hundred-ninety-two words of pure storyline. I did not insert any comments into this chapter disguised as author's notes. this first chapter's storyline doesn't include any of the explanatory paragraph from above, this headnote, right here, explaining the number of words which make up this chapter of my newest and more original AU fanfiction, or the disclaimer which is the following paragraph.
disclamation: I don't own either 'Xiaolin Showdown' or its trashy reboot series that is 'Xiaolin Chronicles'. I also don't own '27 Dresses', not even on Blu-ray or DVD. 'Xiaolin Showdown' and 'Xiaolin Chronicles' are owned fully by Christy Hui. '27 Dresses' is owned exclusively by Anne Fletcher and is written solely by Aline Brosh McKenna.
It was the year 2002 when a young girl named Kimiko Tohomiko from Tokyo, Japan, had gone to her Greek cousin, Anthea Christodoulopoulos', wedding in Athens.
While Mozart discovered his talent for music when he was five the moment he had composed his first ever minuet; Pablo Picasso discovered his knack for painting beautifully abstract pictures at the tender age of nine; and the famous golfer, Tiger Woods, had swung his first ever golf club between ages one and two; Kimiko Tohomiko actually had two callings in life. One was that of isolating and destroying computer viruses which she had discovered at age three, she discovered her second purpose in life when she was six. She, her father and her younger sister, Toriko Tohomiko, were at the Four Seasons Astir Palace Hotel in Athens, Greece, or rather the nearest church to the hotel for which their own Cousin Anthea and the entire Christodoulopoulos family were preparing their eldest daughter to marry a French man by the name of Napoleon Francois Chevalier.
Toshiro Tohomiko was having such a difficult time with his younger daughter, Toriko's, hair ribbon. Kimiko decided to step in for her father.
Six-year-old Kimiko Tohomiko: Here, papa. Let me handle it.
It was the family's first ever big family event since Mrs. Artemis Tohomiko had died. Poor, newly widowed Toshiro was just not really in the greatest shape of his life at the time. Kimiko had always taken care of her sister, Toriko, ever since.
That was when Toriko suddenly jumped out of her seat next to Toshiro and almost undid her own hair ribbon.
Four-year-old Toriko Tohomiko: Papa, can you take me to the girls' room. I have to go pee.
Toriko's request felt a bit awkward for Toshiro at the time. Luckily for her father, Kimiko was there to help out for whenever things got tough.
Six-year-old Kimiko Tohomiko: Uh, come on, Toriko. Let's go.
With that, Kimiko took her sister, Toriko, to the little girls' room. A few short minutes later, Kimiko was busy staring at herself from all angles in a mirror when she heard a scream. Suddenly, the bride-to-be, Anthea, approached the same mirror from which Kimiko was staring at her reflection by then with a slightly torn wedding dress at her rearend area, just barely exposing her butt as the poor girl began cursing in English with a slight Greek accent. The bride-to-be had even nearly run over her own little cousin, Kimiko, when running to the mirror for the inspection of her own wedding dress.
Anthea Christodoulopoulos: Shit! Oh, shit!
Upon hearing the giggling laughter of a little girl, Anthea suddenly realized that she was not as alone in the room as she had thought she was. Then, the highly stressed-out bride-to-be looked behind her to from where she had heard the laughter and from bad to worse, Anthea grew fearful that she had taught her second youngest cousin, Kimiko, a bad word. She instantly grew desperate to fix it.
Anthea Christodoulopoulos (continued): Oh, Kimiko! I am so sorry about saying… that.
Kimiko had only wanted to reassure her cousin, Anthea, that it was not exactly a big deal for her by then.
Six-year-old Kimiko Tohomiko: It's OK, Cousin Anthea, we've got a whole bunch of cable stations at my place back in Tokyo that say words like it.
Anthea looked back in the mirror as Toriko finally got out of the little girls' room.
Anthea Christodoulopoulos: What'll I do? What the f_
Anthea looked back from the mirror toward her own second youngest cousin, Kimiko, now being joined by her baby sister of two years younger, Toriko.
Anthea Christodoulopoulos (continued): The heck am I gonna do?
Then, Kimiko got an idea on what to do about the rip in her cousin, Anthea's, dress from her little sister, Toriko's, hair ribbon. Kimiko made a mend for Anthea's wedding dress out of Toriko's hair ribbon.
Anthea Christodoulopoulos (continued): Thank you so much, sweetie. You saved the day.
Then, Anthea looked at her second youngest cousin as she had wanted Kimiko to watch over her wedding dress for the rest of the ceremony.
Anthea Christodoulopoulos (continued): Kimi, get my train and hold onto it 'till I'm at the altar, would you?
As Kimiko followed her cousin, Anthea, to the altar while holding onto the train on her dress, that was the moment that Kimiko had discovered her second calling. That was the very moment of which a young Kimiko found an additional purpose in her life in weddings. She had helped her cousin on the most important day of Anthea's life. As such, Kimiko could not wait for her own special day to arrive so that she could experience what she had helped Anthea experience.