Disclaimer: Are you nuts? I don't own nothin' here.

'We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone '

Fallen, Sarah McLachlan.

Warning: Right, people. 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.

NO GRAPHIC STUFF. Sorry guys. I don't do graphic stuff. Well, I would, but policy don't allow it. Hell, it would be nice if we could, but the policy says so and I don't go against policy. This is as far as I'm willing to go. If you want graphic stuff, write some. I'll be more than happy to read it. But with this story and all my other stories, you'll just have to imagine it all. It's open to interpretation and wild fantasies. What's better than that? (please don't answer that…)

Omi sat huddled in the dark, sobbing quietly. His clothes lay in a heap somewhere far away to the right of him.

They lay there, along with the shirt and fallen armor of Chase Young.

It had all happened so fast. Quickly, suddenly, and none-too-gently.

Omi rubbed his left arm gingerly, feeling the blood clot beneath his fingers. Chase had pinned him down there with his dragon paws, not caring that the claws dug bone-deep into his arm.

He now understood what Chase wanted. He understood why he kept him here. Why he kept his friends here.

Omi buried his face into his hands as he began to sob again.

Master Fong had explained to him the concept of 'lovers' and 'sex' when, years ago, he had seen two teenagers kissing in the park. He had also explained the idea of 'rape' and how it was an act of a feeling called 'lust'.

Now he understood what that foreign emotion had been in Chase's eyes all along. Lust.

Chase had quickly overpowered him and had forced him on the floor before tearing away all his clothes. Then, he had proceeded with tearing him apart from the inside. Then, when he had had his fun, he pulled on his clothes and then left him alone and crying, leaving only his shirt and armor behind.

Omi choked back a sob before feeling around in the dark for his clothes. He quickly found them and proceeded to put them on.

Luckily, the pants were not completely torn apart like the robe and the shirt were. They still covered him up pretty decently, although one pant leg was halfway missing.

The shirt and robe were a whole 'nother matter, though. The shirt was completely torn into ribbons, while the robe was only halfway torn.

Omi sighed. He wasn't stupid. He knew why Chase had left his shirt. But he wasn't going to wear it. Never in a million years.

He slipped on the robe before tying it up the best he could. Of course, his whole left shoulder was peaking out from underneath, but at least the rest was covered…

Once he was done, he slowly stood, before collapsing in pain. His whole back hurt. It felt as if someone had just taken a white-hot knife and just plunged it into him.

Tears of frustration and utter misery trickled down his bruised face. Holding in a breath, he stood again before catching himself on the wall. How could anything hurt so much?

But he didn't care. All he wanted to do was to find his friends and then get out of here. He never wanted to see Chase Young again.

They were all either sitting on the floor or lying on it. Either way, they were all exhausted.

They had spent the entire night trying to bust out, but the walls and door held fast.

Distantly, they heard rain hitting the pipes. Sure, they were underground, but the pipes up on the surface were being rained on, therefore creating a loud echoing sound, which came down here.

The sound only disturbed them. All of them knew from experience that it either rained when Omi wanted it to rain, a rain cloud came, or when Omi was truly distressed.

The first one seemed unlikely, but the second two seemed both equally able to happen.

However, they feared to think that what if it wasn't the first or second reason, but the third?

They all jumped when they heard the wall slide upwards.

"My, my. Aren't we all a little silent?"

Kimiko was the first to react. She jumped up and stuck her head out of the bars, her eyes blazing with fire. "Alright, what the hell did you do to Omi?"

Chase gave her a questioning look. "What makes you think I did something?"

Kimiko shot him a glare of pure hatred, but stayed silent. The silence settled back again before everyone heard the steady echo of the rain.

Rai shot Chase a glare. "That's why." He snapped, his patience all used up.

Chase smirked a little, before moving into a better-lighted area.

There was a soft silence as everyone realized that he wasn't wearing his armor.

Chase would never remove his armor unless…

"You didn't…" Clay whispered, his eyes going wide.

Chase's smirk only widened. "It was quite fun, really. Maybe you should have a go at it as well…"

Silence as everyone comprehended this. Then,

"You goddamn no good BASTARD!" Kimiko screamed, trying to grab Chase. She was too tired to use her fire power. "Come closer so that I could CHOKE YOU TO DEATH!"

Chase gave her a bemused look. "Now why on earth would I do that?"

"SO YOU CAN DIE! YOU EVIL, EVIL—" She paused when she couldn't find a suitable word. "—EVIL…um…THING!"

Chase suddenly made a move. He appeared beside her, grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her, only in a matter of seconds. "Now, now." He told her calmly, as she cried out in pain, "I am very much a person as are you. I cannot deny the fact that I am immortal, but I definitely am not a 'thing'."

"HEY!" Rai yelled. "LEAVE HER ALONE!"

"Or what?" Chase asked, looking interested.

"OR THIS!" Clay yelled. "Seismic kick, EARTH!" He brought his left foot down hard onto the ground.

The earth beneath them all jumped up from the kick, but it did not crack. Rai and Dojo immediately fell to the ground, while Chase just looked uninterested. Kimiko yelped as she was kept from falling by Chase's hold, but that just twisted her arm back a little more.

"LET HER GO!" Rai yelled, jumping back to his feet.

Chase sighed, looking bored. "Fine." He said, shoving the Fire Dragon to the floor. "I have grown bored here. I think I will go and 'visit' young Omi."

"KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!" Clay roared after Chase, but the wall slid shut.

"You okay?" Rai called from his cell, looking at Kimiko. Kimiko nodded as she painfully sat up.

"Sorry, 'bout that." Clay said, looking truly apologetic. "I didn't mean to harm ya. Jus' got too angry. Sorry—"

Kimiko waved him off. "It's alright, Clay. Just try to control your temper, won't you?"

Clay nodded. "Will try, Kimiko. But man…how could anyone be such a low-life as to hurt the lil' guy?"

Omi dragged his left hand on the wall as he wandered around the hallways. It had been easy to get out. Just a snap of your fingers and the wall slid open. But navigating in Chase's place was a whole 'nother concept.

Omi slowly turned a corner. His back still ached, but not as much as before. It was still painful to walk, but it was bearable.

He stifled a dry sob. He had already cried out every tear he had.

Turning another corner, however, he felt ready to cry again. Another blank wall.

He rested his head on the wall and sighed. Silence settled as he tried to figure out a plan, but his mind kept drawing blanks.

Finally, he just gave up and just listened to the silence.

As silence settled, a soft pattering of rain was heard from above. Omi listened a little before groaning as he realized something. He was at the first floor. The one that faced the outside world. He had gone up instead of down.

The rain began to fall harder, he suddenly realized. Well, he was pretty upset…

Suddenly, a growl disturbed his thoughts. Snapping his head to where the growl came from, he found himself face to face with a tiger.

Another tiger quickly appeared beside it, then another and another, until there were at least five huge cats.

Omi took a hesitant step back. He did not mind cats, but he had had enough experiences with these cats to be wise enough to fear them.

None of the cats however attacked. Instead, the first cat stepped forward.

Omi quickly took a step back and hit the wall. The cat stepped forward again, before sticking its nose into Omi's torn robe. Omi yelped and tried to push the cat away, but it just moved its head out of the way and then stuck its nose right back.

The other cats crowded around him, sticking their noses into Omi's robe as well. They kept on sniffing him, not only his robe, but lower as well.

Omi froze as he realized what they were doing. They smelled Chase on him and they were curious as to why their 'leader' 's scent was on him.

"No…" Omi whispered, trying to push one cat's nose from going down too far. "Stop…"

"Well, well, well. Looks like a little bird flew from his cage."

Omi jumped at the sudden voice, while the cats stopped their sniffing and rushed to Chase.

Chase petted them each on the head, before smiling down at Omi. "Are you enjoying your stay?" He asked slyly, grinning as he saw the younger one wince.

Omi didn't answer, but looked at the floor.

The cats, after they had enough of the pats, went back to their new subject of curiosity.

Chase chuckled as he watched Omi try to keep the cats from sniffing him too much. "You must forgive them, of course. They are just curious."

Omi frowned as he tried to push a cat away. "Please call them away…" He whispered.

Chase chuckled again. "I apologize. I cannot do that."

Omi looked up at him for the first time. His eyes were wide.

"You see, everything I get or do, I share with them."

Omi looked down at the cats with fright as he began to comprehend the situation.

"You must forgive them. They have not had anything like this to do in years. They'll be a little rough on you, but you'll get used to it, I'm sure." Chase whispered, clearly enjoying the younger one's fright.

Then, to his cats, he said, "Go easy on him. He's still new."

The cats purred before turning their golden eyes upon Omi. They crouched, getting ready to pounce.

Omi let out a yell.

Right. That's it so far. Tune in for updates!