Raimundo groaned and got to his feet. He rubbed the back of his head. There was a bump where Kimiko had hit him…or was it Wuya? He looked down and saw the vase (or what was left of it) lying on the floor. He shook his head and left the room.

Five minutes after leaving the room he ran into Omi. Omi was looking at his suspiciously.

"What's going on?" asked Omi.

"Kimiko's gone." Said Raimundo.

"What?" asked Omi.

Raimundo rolled his eyes. Once again Omi was being unusually slow for someone who was supposed to be a great warrior.

"She hit me over the head with a vase and ran for it." Explained Raimundo, rubbing the back of his head again.

"She untied herself?" asked Omi.

"I untied her." Said Raimundo.

"Why?" shouted Omi.

Raimundo winced; his head was still pounding. (Wouldn't your head be pounding if you got smashed over the head with a vase?"

"What if Wuya has complete control? What if Wuya doesn't but Kimiko is scared she will and does something she will regret?" Omi continued to shout.

"I know that now!" said Raimundo, "Stop shouting! I've got a killer headache."

"What's all the shouting about?" asked Clay rounding the corner.

"Raimundo let Kimiko go!" Shouted Omi.

"I didn't let her go! Well I did let her go…but I didn't help her leave!" said Raimundo.

"I'm confused." Said Clay.

"Doesn't take much," muttered Raimundo.

"What's going on?" Clay.

Raimundo rolled his eyes, knowing he'd have to explain before Omi would get it all wrong.

"I untied Kimiko, then she told me that she wanted to leave because she wanted to keep us safe. I refused to let her leave so she smacked me over the head with a vase and when I woke up she was gone," explained Raimundo, "Leaving me with the mother of all migraines."

"Why did you untie her?" asked Clay.

"I felt sorry for her…she didn't understand…" sighed Raimundo, "…she didn't even say goodbye, no note or anything…"

"Well if she's gone, then we've got to find her before Wuya takes control," said Omi, glaring at Raimundo.

"It's not my fault!" shouted Raimundo, "Stop looking at me like that, you don't understand…you've never loved anyone like I love Kimiko…"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking up at Clay.

"I want to go to the river," he said, "I…that's where we found each other and I know that's where I'll find some sort of inspiration."

Clay hesitated. Omi was going to argue, he knew it, but Raimundo needed to get his answers somehow.

"Alright," said Clay, "Just get back here before dark, okay?"

"But…" began Omi.

"I will, I promise," said Raimundo running down the corridor.

Kimiko sat down next to the river (This was an hour before Raimundo was due to wake up) and gently placed her hand in the cool water. It reminded her of when she had found Raimundo here, coated in blood and almost completely insane. Tears filled her blue eyes and streamed down her pale cheeks.

Kimiko and Raimundo had never told anyone, but they had been planning on taking a holiday from the temple to go to Tokyo. She missed Tokyo a lot, but she couldn't go back now. If Rai didn't find her here, he would go to Japan looking for her next. It was too risky. Maybe she could go to Brazil, he probably wouldn't think of looking in his own country for her.

Kimiko picked up the Golden Tiger Claws. It had taken her fifteen minutes to sneak around all the monks and the other two dragons to get into the vault, but she guessed that Master Fung would understand if she took this Shen-Gong-Wu to get away and then hid it once she got to where she wanted to go so Wuya couldn't claim them. Knowing Wuya was inside her filled Kimiko with hatred that she had only felt once before (When fighting Wuya).

Wuya was using her, just like she had used Raimundo and Jack. She was taking advantage of Kimiko's guilt and Kimiko wasn't going to stand for it any longer. She had had enough. If she hid herself well enough there would be no need to worry. If Wuya was kept separate from everyone there was no one to hurt.

"Golden Tiger Claws!" she shouted and a gash appeared above her head.

She jumped into it and the gash disappeared from sight.

Raimundo ran along to where the river was flowing steadily. He looked around, hoping there would be a sign…message…anything! Unfortunately, people who didn't want to be found didn't usually leave messages, not even to the person they love. He sank to his knees on the edge of the muddy bank, praying for some sort of clue to where Kimiko's was.

Nothing came. There was no sign, not trace, no clue. He stood up and turned away, walking back along the path. He suddenly stopped and raised his face to the sky. The pain was burning inside of him.

"KIMIKO!"

Back at the temple, Raimundo dunked his head into a sink of ice cold water, trying to wash the anger away.

"Raimundo?" asked Omi quietly, knocking on the open door.

Raimundo pulled his head out of the water and wiped his face down with a towel.

"I take it that you id not find Kimiko," said Omi.

"She's gone, there's nothing." Said Raimundo, "No sign or anything."

"Where would she have gone?" asked Omi.

"I…I don't know," said Raimundo.

"What about her home land?" asked Omi.

"She'd expect that," said Raimundo.

"Unless she knew you'd think that so she'd go anyway to trick you," said Omi.

"Stop trying to confuse me," said Raimundo, "I'm not in the mood."

"Well…it's a start," said Omi.

Raimundo ran a hand through it wet hair, sending water flecks across the walls. He didn't have a better plan, but he knew Kimiko wouldn't be there.

"Might as well," he said quietly.

An hour after Dojo set of from the temple they landed on Japanese soil. Raimundo sighed and looked around.

"Is this Tokyo?" asked Omi.

"We've been to Tokyo before," said Clay.

"But this is different," said Omi.

"Tokyo's their capital city, it's pretty big," said Raimundo.

"I've brought us to the rough area where Kimiko's home is, maybe she'll be here," said Dojo, shrinking in size.

"I doubt it," muttered Raimundo.

A woman came walking along the path towards them. Raimundo stopped her.

"Ohayo gozaimasu," said Raimundo.

The woman replied and continued to speak in Japanese. Raimundo groaned.

"Sorry, good morning is as far as my Japanese vocabulary goes," he said.

The woman smiled.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"We're looking for this girl," said Raimundo, pulling out a picture of him and Kimiko.

"Miss Kimiko?" asked the woman, "I have met her a few times. I know her father, but then again, so do most people. Her father is a very successful businessman."

"That explains the gadgets," said Clay.

"I work at his company over in that direction. I'll take you to him, he might be able to help you." she said.

"We…we don't need to bother him…" stammered Raimundo.

Clay and Omi noticed how nervous he looked at the prospect of meeting Kimiko's family.

"We just need to know if she's come home recently," explained Omi.

"She is training somewhere, she hasn't been home in a long time," said the woman, "Her father often receives letters from her. Speaking about her friends and boy-friend."

Raimundo went slightly pink.

"Um…well thanks," he said.

They said goodbye and jumped onto the back of Dojo. As they flew away, Raimundo felt a pang of sadness. It looked as though he was not the only one Kimiko had been running from. Why wouldn't she visit her family?

From the ground, the woman watched them fly away with surprise. From down an ally way Kimiko slid out.

"Thank you," she said to the woman, "I knew they'd come here first."

"I take it that boy is the 'boy-friend'?" asked the woman.

Kimiko smiled gently, but it was a sad smile. She was going to find a solution to this problem on her own, and then she would go back to the temple, and back to Raimundo…

(A/N) I sort of came up with this ending on the spot. Not sure where to go from here but I hope you enjoyed it all the same. Luv Becky.