Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown.

A/N: Wow, I didn't expect people to be interested. Well, here's chapter 3. Please don't ask me to update this story in every review. I'm writing it on paper, and I can only write every other day. So, I'll probably have 1 chapter up every weekend. Oh, and it might get OOC in the end, but most of the story is going to be very in character.

(-)(Kimiko's POV)

The moment I shook his sweaty hand, the door to his lair burst open. Raimundo, Clay, and Omi rushed in. At the sight of us shaking hands, Rai gave a sigh.

"I knew it. Just because she loves Spicer she joined up with him."

"I DO NOT LOVE HIM!" I shouted.

Jack put an arm around my shoulder. "Kimiko and I have started an evil alliance."

I ducked under his arm. "I consider that making a move on me. That's violating the deal. And it's not an evil alliance."

Jack pouted. "Why can't it be?"

"Because I'm not evil. And anyone could hardly consider you evil, as much as you would like to be."

"I am to evil!"

"Are not,"

"Am too!"

"Are not,"

"Am too!"

"Are . . ." I looked and saw that everyone was confused. I also noticed that on the wall, a purple little line kept swaying in and out. Wuya was listening.

"Ha, I win!" Jack started dancing like a fool. Ye gods, I thought.

"Shut up, you," I said. I turned to the others. "Jack and I are going on a . . . date to prove all of you wrong! Prove that we can go on a date and not even go through with anything."

Rai busted out with laughter. "You . . . would sink . . . so low as . . . to date . . . Spicer?" he asked in between his laughing.

It did sound bad. "If it'll get people like you off my case, then yes."

Raimundo stopped laughing. I could practically see the lightbulb flash in his eyes.

"Clay, come 'ere," he muttered. I watched as he and Clay formed a secrecy circle. Omi was left out, mostly because of his lack of knowledge in the real world. And probably because of his height too.

After five minutes or so, they stood straight and looked Jack and me in the eye.

"Raimund and I came up with a better idea," Clay said, an evil grin playing on his face.

"Yeah. See, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. We want to live it to its fullest."

"So . . ."

"You'll date Spicer tonight and tomorrow night. Plus, you'll spend the night here for both nights. And to top it all off, you will sing karaoke, and it'll be caught on tape." Rai began chuckling. My jaw fell off. KARAOKE? But an idea came to mind. One that might make all this worthwhile.

"I'll agree only if Wuya continues nagging Jack about the showdown, UNLESS he does karaoke too."

Wuya figured it was her cue to enter. She flew through the wall, and looked at me. "Deal," she said.

(-)(Jack's POV)

"What? You can't sell me off like that!" That girl! How in the name of Jack Spicer, am I, Jack Spicer gonna stand her? More importantly, HOW AM I GOING TO DO KARAOKE!

"I can, and I have," Kimiko said.

"Whatever," I tried to act as if it were no big deal. Like I was really gonna let my enemies see me upset. "Now, you Xiaolin Losers, leave, or my Jack-bots are going after you. Wuya, go stay with Chase Young for these miserable two days."

Wuya left the moment I said Chase. The others started to leave. Or at least Raimundo did. Omi looked up at me.

"What is karaoke? Does it deal with the yellow part of an egg?"

I ignored him, listening to what Clay was telling Kimiko.

"If that no good varmin hurts you in any way, just give us a shout and we'll be here faster than a snake can bite a rat."

"Don't worry about me. I may be a girl, but I think I can handle Spicer. How hard is it to keep a Mama's boy like him in line?"

"I AM NOT A MAMA'S BOY!" I shouted. Everyone stared at me, while my eyes drooped to the floor.

Clay shook his head. "Still, if you need any help keepin' him off you, you just call us, and we'll be here."

Omi questioned me one more time. "What is karaoke?"

This is getting annoying, I thought. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I screamed. Omi looked heartbroken, but finally, they left, leaving just me and Kimiko alone to hate each other, and think about which song we were going to do for the evil part of the plan. The things I do for evil, I thought.

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A/N: I really wanted to put some of Omi's confusion-ness into it. His little part wasn't great, but it was the only thing I could think of. Anyway, thank you all of my reviewers! I didn't expect this many reviews for this story. I'm gonna put up a really mean 'I hate Raimundo' type fic. It'll be a one-shot, so don't think I'm forgetting this story, or Back Again. BTW, for Back Again, I won't be updating this weekend I think. If I do, it'll be late at night(or early for some).