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'The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear. '

Fallen, Sarah McLachlan.

Warning: Right, people. The intro and the first chapter are done with, so we can get to the good stuff. Some people said that a 'certain' sentence in Ch. 1 was out of character; so I'll jus' warn ya'll. There will be out-of-character stuff. But hey, that's what makes the world fun!

Thanks for the reviews. Oh, and Omi's origins may or may not be true. I don't know.

Oh, another note. Since policy is no graphic stuff, then there will be no graphic stuff. Just hints and notes. Sorry, but you'll just have to imagine it all. But then again, what's better than imagining it all? It'll be more visual…

"He can't do that! That's cruel! That's…that's—"

"Evil?" Raimundo suggested.

"YES!" Kimiko yelled, kicking the bars again.

All of them had been 'fired up' since Chase left them. The pure idea that anyone could do that to Omi was just plain horrible.

Clay punched the bars, but they held strong. "That no good—" Another punch, "sick—" Another punch, "VARMINT!" This time, a punch but with no affect.

Raimundo, too, was trying to break out. He tried anything he could. Picking the lock, kicking the bars, using his power of the wind, anything…but with no affect.

Dojo had tried to transform, but the bars wouldn't allow him to maximize himself. "It's no use guys. I can't break free." Dojo finally told them.

Kimiko nodded sadly. "These bars must be reinforced with magic…I can't melt them or burn or break them."

Clay sighed, gripping the bars tightly. "Nope. I don't reckon I could break them any time soon."

Raimundo finally slumped down against the bars. "No other way out either. The floor an' walls are solid."

Dojo curled up in the little birdcage like a snake. "Poor kid. He never did have it easy."

"Watchya mean, lil' buddy?" Clay asked, looking up at Dojo.

The small dragon sighed before finally deciding to tell the truth.

Omi sat in the corner, his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. His face was buried in his knees.

He was back in the same place he had woken up in. The same darkness, the same loneliness.

He could hear the cats moving around outside. They were making sure he wouldn't try to escape. And that no one would try to come and save him.

His mind was blank. He was trying to come up with all possible plans to save his friends. So far, there was none. Instead, his mind kept on replaying the scenes before their capture.

They had taken the orb of tornami, the third arm stash, the sword of the storm and the star of hanabi. They had also taken along the changing chopsticks just in case. Well, none of them came in handy. Now, Chase had them all and who knows where he kept them?

Footsteps were echoing down the hallway. Calm, patient footsteps.

Omi waited for the footsteps to pass on by, but they stopped right in front of his door.

The cats outside purred a greeting before scampering away. The wall slid upwards, revealing the hallway again.

Omi swiftly stood as Chase Young stepped inside. The wall immediately slipped downwards, sealing shut.

"What do you wish to have from me?" Omi asked angrily, not waiting for Chase to speak.

Chase chuckled before looking around the small room. "How are you enjoying yourself?"

"Please answer my question and do not play riddles on me."

Chase smiled before finally looking at Omi. Omi suddenly felt uncomfortable as the cat-like eyes bore into his. The same unfamiliar emotion peered down at him through those eyes.

"Tell you what."

Omi jumped a little at the sudden words. He looked back at Chase, avoiding his eyes, though.

Chase noticed and grinned, before continuing. "You answer my question and I'll answer yours."

Omi cocked his head a little. Seeing no danger in this simple deal, he nodded, before answering the previous question. "There is no water here."

Chase nodded, closing his eyes for a second. "Of course. As the Dragon of Water you feel the most comfortable around some form of water…"

Omi nodded. "And this place is too small. I do not like small."

Chase kept nodding. "Yes, very understandable. Water needs space. It does not like being cramped."

Raising an eyebrow, Omi nodded. "But you did not answer my previous question of why I and my friends are being held here."

Chase chuckled at that. "Your friends are only held here to keep you here."

Omi cocked his head to the side. "I do not understand."

Chase fixed his eyes upon him again. "If you cooperate with me, I promise I shall not harm your friends."

"Cooperate? With wh—"

Omi was cut off by Chase pinning him to the wall. Shock and surprise stopped Omi from struggling at first, and Chase quickly used that to his advantage. Leaning closer to the stunned dragon, he quietly whispered to him. "If you are good and allow me to do what I want, then your friends won't be harmed…" Then, he quickly swooped down forcefully kissed him.

Omi yelped in surprise, before trying to turn his head away, breaking the forceful kiss.

Chase just smirked down at him before hungrily looking at him. "Nice. Take off your clothes." He demanded.

Omi stared up at him, incomprehensively. Chase growled before grabbing him on the arm and shaking him a little, his hand turning into a dragon's paw and digging into Omi's arm. Omi whimpered in pain, trying to pry off the dragon paw. But Chase just slammed him into the wall, and demanded that he should take off his clothes.

Omi, who was becoming frightened, refused profusely, but Chase would have none of it.

His other hand become a dragon's paw as well, and he began to tear off the clothes, not caring whether or not he cut Omi in the process.

Dojo sighed. They didn't know anything about Omi's past. Master Fong had asked him to not tell them until Omi was ready. But Omi wouldn't tell them anything. But they had the right to know…

"Omi's an orphan…" He finally spilt, feeling a little guilty for telling something that Omi should've told them.

There was a shocked silence after that.

"He's a what?" Raimundo asked, rubbing his ears to make sure that he'd heard correctly.

"Poor lil' fella." Clay said, shaking his head.

"Oh, poor Omi!" Kimiko whispered. "How it must've hurt when he saw our parents!"

Dojo smiled at that. It was so like Kimiko to be so emotionally caring about a person… "No, actually, it didn't really bother him to meet your parents. Quite the opposite of what you're thinking actually. He was more fascinated at the idea of a 'family'."

Kimiko blinked before laughing a bit. "That sounds so like Omi!"

Rai nodded, before looking up at Dojo. "But how'd that happen?"

Dojo hesitated a bit before shrugging. "We aren't really sure. He just showed up on the temple's doorstep one night." Dojo sighed as he remembered. "It was Christmas, I think. But there was one hell of a snowstorm that night too. The wind was howling and snow falling like there gonna be no tomorrow. It was actually really lucky that I woke up for a midnight snack…otherwise he would've most likely died…"

Clay winced. "Ouch. Leavin' a baby out in a middle of a blizzard? What kind of lowlife could do such a thin'?"

Dojo shrugged. "We never found out. But…there was a small note beside him."

"What it say?" Rai asked, leaning out of the space between the bars.

"Only this and I quote: 'Take care of this child, for no one else will.' Nothin' else."

"Poor Omi…" Kimiko whispered, looking very sad.

Wow. Chase gets right to the point…

Hope that's satisfying enough…for the while at least…