A/N: Huge apologies to everyone who's ever reviewed, favourited or even put me on author alert for this fic. Any of you who read this when I update will know that I haven't been updating this fic that frequently recently. And that's because I wasn't happy with the fic. I know how the whole story is gonna go, I've got it all planned out, but it is different from what I was planning when I first started writing it. So, instead of just leaving this fic here to rot I figured that I'd re-write it, and hopefully that'll make me want to update it like I should be doing. (and no, I don't own Xiaolin showdown).
Omi, Raimundo, Kimiko and Clay sat on Dojo's back in silence each daring the other to ask the question, in a tournament of Rock, Paper, Scissors Omi lost.
"Ah... Master Fung... not that I mean any disrespect but... what are you doing here?" Omi asked Master Fung nervously who was sitting the furthest forward on Dojo's back with his back to the four martial artists.
"Yeah, you've never come along with us to get Shen-Gong-Wu before." Kimiko added.
"That is because we are not traveling for Shen-gong-Wu young ones." Master Fung replied with his eyes closed.
"Then... where are we goin'?" Clay asked curiously.
"Oh! I bet it is a secret test for me- I mean... us to pass up to the next level! Do not worry Master I will not fail you!" Omi cried in glee.
"There is no test Omi." Master Fung replied. Dojo flew lower on the darkened City below them and landed in an alleyway with several turnings off of it, the Dragons climbed off of Dojo's back, along with Master Fung on who's shoulder rested the newly shrunken Dojo.
"We are here to locate an establishment called "the Sunset Café" I will explain all when we arrive there. We will be splitting up to find it, Raimundo, you go left through that alleyway up there." Master Fung nodded pointing away to the almost immediate left.
"Okay." Raimundo shrugged walking off down the alleyway, his back to his fellow Xiaolin.
Master Fung turned to Kimiko next. "Kimiko, you go off to the right." He said looking dead at Kimiko and winking at her secretly, his hand on her shoulder stopping her from moving, she looked puzzled for a second then caught on.
"Okay Master Fung." She replied not moving.
"Maste-" Omi began but Master Fung clapped a hand over his mouth and moved on to Clay.
Once all of the Xiaolin had been given their "directions" of which way to go Master Fung listened, Raimundo was well out of earshot, he couldn't even hear his footsteps anymore.
"Follow me young ones." Master Fung ordered running off quickly out of the alleyway and down the street. Shortly, they entered the Sunset Café and were seated close to the window and the entrance.
"Fo'give me for questionin' yer judgement Master Fung, but ah... why are we here an' why isn't Rai?" Clay asked in his strong southern accent.
"We are here for the fifth and final Xiaolin dragon, the dragon of Spirit. Raimundo could not be right here because he is the only one who can find her but he won't find her if he's looking for her." Master Fung replied wisely.
"It's kinda complex, but Raimundo will be the one to lead us to her, he will instinctively find her, even though we sent him in the wrong direction. She hasn't been in our team so far because she's been inactive... but well... she just became active, just as each of you did when we brought you to the temple." Dojo explained from where he was hidden under the table.
"Hi there, can I get anything for any of you?" A blonde waitress asked sweetly.
"Ah... I'll have a coffee if you could ma'am." Clay replied as they had left the temple without breakfast even though it was night-time where there were, London.
"Oh same as well please." Kimiko nodded with a smile.
"And you sir?" The girl asked looking at Master Fung.
"I am fine thank you." The Martial arts master replied.
"I don't want anything then either." Omi piped up in an attempt to copy Master Fung and please him.
"Two coffees it is then." She smiled noting it down on a pad which she tucked into her waitress' dress and leaving to get their coffee.
Raimundo glanced up at the sign above the door; it said "the Sunset café" Raimundo pushed the door open and walked inside. He saw the other Xiaolin sitting in a booth by the window, he dashed in and turned the corner around another booth in an effort to reach them but instead colliding with a waitress.
Raimundo blinked and found himself sitting haphazardly on the floor surrounded by broken china, spilt coffee and a stunned waitress. She shook her head and surveyed the mess around them.
"Oh no!" She exclaimed picking up the coffee pot before it spilt any more and picking up the scalding bits of china cups off of the floor onto the tray. Raimundo stared briefly at her, she had long dirty blonde hair that hung in loose waves just tied loosely at the end by a faded red scrunchie that looked like it was about to fall off her rather short waitresses uniform exposed smooth thighs with long striped socks going halfway up her thighs that used to be in fashion a while ago but still looked good on her.
"Oh here, let me help you with that." Raimundo offered snapping out of it and helping pile the broken china onto the tray.
"Oh no no, it's okay it was my fault I- Oh my god! You're covered in coffee!" She exclaimed looking up at him for the first time. Raimundo was crouched on his knees, his white hooded top now stained with rather hot coffee. She whipped a cloth out of the front of her apron and tried to mop the coffee off of his shirt.
Debating with himself over letting the rather attractive young waitress rub his chest (admittedly with a cloth to get the coffee out) or be helpful he begrudgingly chose to be helpful.
"Heh, don't worry about it." Raimundo smiled taking his hoodie off and throwing it in the bin not too far from the door. "I never liked that one anyway." He smiled softly.
"I'm so sorry, heh I'm such a klutz." The blonde girl laughed nervously as she stood up, Raimundo caught a flash of stunningly soft velvety brown eyes.
"Wow... I mean- no it's cool." Raimundo caught himself as he stared at her now properly visible face, she was beautiful. She had a gently curving figure, slender fingers accentuated by black fingerless gloves that she wore, full lips and the most amazing eyes. Raimundo looked at her name tag, it said that she was Emily.
"Emily." He stated softly.
"Oh- no no, my name is Hazel, someone stole my nametag so I nicked this off of one of the other girls." She laughed embarrassed.
"HAZEL! WHAT AM I PAYING YOU FOR!" A gruff voice from an overweight ugly man behind the counter shouted. Hazel or "Emily" jumped before running off to the counter with a brief sorry to Raimundo. He stood there in awe for a second or two before snapping himself out of it and heading over to the table.
"Aaaaand we have a winner..." Dojo murmured.