OMFG CHAPTER 3 YAY!
In which there is a secret only I know of.
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still never will be. I'm just playing with Jack and Kimiko, when I'm all done, I'll bring them home.
Authors Note: If Rai wearing a spiked collar and leash freaks you out, I suggest you leave now. Thank you, Wuya, for helping me with the idea. Wuya My best friend. And uh, there's probably gonna be more than five chapters. I have plans for these two. And thank you, mighty Animated Blue Haired Vocalist for ignoring me the whole time I spent at your house. That, for whatever reason, inspired me.
Anyway, onto the chapter!

(3)

That morning Kimiko found herself still in Jack Spicer's embrace and blushed, lifting his arm gently from her waist and rolling off the opposite side of the bed, staring into a circular mirror that had been placed there. She sighed as she inspected the knotted ends of her black hair and began to untangle them with her fingers, listening to Jack's deep, even breathing as he slept. After only a few moments, she gave up, collapsing on the mattress and instead deciding to poke Jack until he awoke. So she did. Poke, poke, poke. No response yet. So she continued. Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke. This time he grunted, rolled over ... and fell off the bed. Jack cursed and sat up, scowling.
Kimiko giggled, sitting Indian style on the bed. "Morning."
The red-haired boy glanced up at her, groaning as he climbed back onto the bed and lay down again, trying to get back to sleep.
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door. Kimiko, confused, answered it with a 'Come in.' The door swung open to reveal a tall, skinny boy with matted-down brown hair cascading over faded green eyes. He wore only a loincloth ... and a spiked collar, a leather leash dangling from it. It took Kim only a second to notice that this boy was ... her old friend, Raimundo.
She stood, lunging at him with a sudden burst of energy and a squeal (which made Jack shudder and give up on ever, ever sleeping again), pinning him to the floor, pummeling him with questions. Rai just blushed, pushing her off gently and standing. "Sorry, Kimiko. But Lady Wuya needs Jack." He glanced at Jack, a scowl forming on his lips.
Jack got up, replying with an equally as fierce look. "What does she need?"
"Someone's here to see you. In private."
"Who?"
"I don't know, Jack. Just come on." Rai turned around and headed down the corridor, Jack keeping his distance from the Brazilian.
He led Jack to a small room encased with glass, through which he thought he saw Chase Young, legs propped up on a table. Raimundo opened the door, pushing Jack in fiercely before shutting the door, wiping the hand that touched him on his loincloth.
Jack stared into Chase's eyes a moment before pulling up a chair, plopping down into it tiredly, propping his head up on his arm. Before he had a chance to speak, Chase began "This is not the best place for what I need to ask of you but it will have to do."
He raised an eyebrow, looking slightly interested. "And that is...?"
Chase stood, approaching the boy seriously. "I wouldn't have asked you this but I'm afraid I'm down to my last resort..." He leaned in and whispered something into Jack's ear, which he apparently liked, because after Chase had finished, Jack smirked, nodding. "I will."
"Good..." Chase smirked as well, then did the most peculiar thing, leaned in and kissed Jack's head. "You may go now." And with that, Chase left, grabbing Rai and thrusting him into the room.
"So, what was that about?" He asked Jack, careful not to get too close.
Jack just smiled. "You'll see, you'll see."
And with that, they returned to the cell.