dl-sPirit: Hey, everyone! Rai isn't back yet, he went to Satoshi's, but everyone else is back.

Jack: All too true.

Omi: Why did Raimundo attack me?

Ferret: This is Raimundo we're talking about. Plus, dl-sPirit still remembers what you did to Raimundo, and I quote, 'Raimundo, you defeated Jack Spicer in the showdown, and you are not even an apprentice!'

Omi: And?

dl-sPirit: Forget it.

Jack: Yeah, he'll never catch on. Reviews, anyone?

To celestial-gal: Ferret: (shrugs) Beats me.

To SaphireStars: Jack: Do it and I'll-

Ferret: Did you forget the last time she lost Rai?

To Elemental-Zero: Omi: Here is your update!

To Kosmic: dl-sPirit: As much as I'd love that-

Jack: Hey!

dl-sPirit: -it's not possible. Remember the Xiaolin Showdown rules?

Omi: I do! 'You can be played for if you're over one-half wu and look kinda freakish'.

dl-sPirit: And even though Rai's beginning to look kinda freakish, he's not part wu. Sorry!

Ferret: Here's the chapter!

Omi, Kimiko, and Clay returned to the Xiaolin Temple, shocked by what Raimundo did. Did he really change that much? Anyways, Clay took Omi to the medical room while Kimiko went into Raimundo's room to meditate.

Now that the brazilian was gone, his room was the quietest place in the temple. As she went in, the Dragon of Fire shuddered lightly. Only a month ago, she wanted to what Raimundo's room looked like. Now, she couldn't see how he was so carefree.

Like everyone else, his room had been blandly decorated at first with a mat, a dresser, and a mirror. Like everyone else, he had tweaked it. In one corner was a surfboard and the soccer ball he used so often. Hanging over his bed was Brazil's flag. Against a wall was a large locked trunk. Kimiko had tried to look into it with the Falcon's Eye, but, apparently, he had found something that the Falcon's Eye couldn't see through, and he had covered the trunk in it. But that wasn't what scared her.

Realistic, often gory, pictures hung on the walls, obviously done by Raimundo himself. Some of them looked like they were done in blood. One that always caught her eye was of a dragon falling into an abyss while three people were around a light. Kimiko guessed that the dragon represented Raimundo, the three people represented herself, Omi, and Clay, the abyss represented lonliness, and the light represented friendship. Though it was just a guess, Kimiko seemed to be able to sense the emotion coming from the pictures hanging up - mainly resentment, hatred, and loniness.

Looking at the mirror, you could see that - well, there wasn't any mirror anymore. The shards were still on the floor, and they were bloody. Kimiko definitely could figure out this one: Raimundo didn't like what he saw.

Under his mat was a notebook. She had looked through it. It was a bit of a journal, but, more often than not, Raimundo had written poems in there. Even though they were rarely dated, she could tell when some of them were written.

What truly scared Kimiko was on Raimundo's dresser and walls. On the dresser was an Exacto-knife, blood still on the blade. On the walls, well, she'd call it 'arterial spray'. Raimundo had been the one who had gotten her hooked on the show CSI:, which was where she had learned the term.

As Kimiko sat down on Raimundo's mat, she flashed back to the showdown. Raimundo's face had been filled with quiet fury and suffering, and his voice had been icy. But, after he attacked Omi, the brazilian seemed confused and upset, like he didn't know he had done it. Had he been that angry at them? She couldn't help but to flashback to another memory:

--

Kimiko was waiting for Raimundo to get out of the shower. It was ironic: four dragons-in-training, one shower. "Raimundo! I'm waiting!" she yelled. "Ok, ok!" he yelled back. She heard the water being shut off, a bit of shuffling, and the door opened. "Ok, see?" he said. He had a towel around his waist, but that was it. The room was too small to change in. Kimiko glared slightly as he walked down the hall, and that was when she saw it.

It was a scar, resembling a cresent moon somewhat, and too large to be a dog bite of any kind. "Rai? How'd you get that?" she asked. Raimundo stopped momentarily. "The scar?...a jaguar. I was attacked by a jaguar," he replied, then continued on his way to room.

--

How did she miss that? He had obviously lied, but she dismissed it, seeing it as 'unimportant'. Now, it was anything but. She heard a knock at the door. It was a habit they all had. Raimundo would lock himself into his room, and, if you needed to talk to him, he'd come out; you'd never go in.

"Hey, Kimiko?" It was Clay. Kimiko got up and left Raimundo's room, being careful not to let Clay see too much. "Yeah, Clay?" she asked back. Clay replied, "Well, we got a message from someone in Rio de Janeiro. Says he has something we need to see. Oh, and Omi's ok." Kimiko gave a sigh of relief. Well, at least Omi was ok. She had a feeling they knew this person...she didn't know how right she was.

Omi: Does Raimundo's room really look like that?

dl-sPirit: In this fanfic, yeah.

Jack: Ouch.

Ferret: Quick notes- dl-sPirit doesn't own Xiaolin Showdown; she doesn't own CSI, and the picture in the fourth paragraph is based on Elemental-Zero's fanfiction, Reach for the Light, Rai! She doesn't own that, either.

Jack: Really? Didn't notice that.

Omi: Please review!