Oscar: iiiiiiiiiii'mmmmm baaaaaaaaaaaack! (under breath) Kaisa's right, that IS fun! Hello hello one and all! And now I am going to answer reviews!
ArcherGirl87- I'm back! I was...uh...getting some oil...yeah. Getting tons of rust out of my joints...yeah... I was chopping a tree... and then it began to rain, right? And I stood there for a while until a girl came and oiled me. Great story, huh? Oh, and I assume Omi was just trying to be considerate for once...
Elemental-Zero- I think Kaisa would say 'They have fan-alerts too? AWESOME!'
Dark Miroku- Kaisa can e-mail you chapter eight if you want
And we would like to thank all other reviewers as well (Do you want a mechanical hug? I won't squeeze...too...tight...)
Kaisa does not own Xiaolin Showdown in any way. However, she does own the Red Robin (earlier) and the Hisachu View Screen (this chapter) Kaisa and I do not know if the word 'Hisachu' means anything, but to us, it is just... what was that word?... Oh, "gibberish"
Oscar Note: In this chapter, there is one note in parenthesis--that would be these: ( )-- and it will say O/N, which i dubbed 'Oscar Note'.
(drinks from can of CocaOil) Okay, let's go!
"So what does this Shen Gong Wu do?" Kimiko asked when they were on their way to where the new Shen Gong Wu was hidden.
"Uh, it's complicated," Dojo replied. "The Hisachu View Screen looks kind of like the Reversing Mirror, except when you use it on someone, it has a quite different effect. You point the Screen at someone, and that person sees all their worst memories, essentially." He paused. "And uh… I'm pretty sure there's something else… What was it? Um… Oh yeah… You know when you have a memory of something that happened awhile ago, and when you think about it, you don't remember all the details? Well, with the Hisachu View Screen, you will see the memories crystal clear, every detail shining through. I don't think we want Jack to get this one…"
"Ah ha! The Hisachu View Screen will have little effect on me!" Omi exclaimed proudly. "I barely have bad memories! I have many quite good ones." He sighed. "I have a very happy life."
Kimiko ignored him and went on with her questions. "So this person who's seeing their worst memories… Can't he just close his eyes?"
"He could, but it wouldn't help. Close your eyes, run away, it doesn't matter. Once the View Screen is used on someone, it doesn't stop until it's finished," Dojo replied.
Raimundo was about to comment on this, but got cut off when Omi shouted, "Look! It is the Hisachu View Screen!"
And little Omi jumped off Dojo, fell ten feet to the ground, landed squarely on his feet and raced to the Shen Gong Wu.
"Thanks for pointing it out, cue ball!" Jack Spicer called to him, flying over to the Wu, Jack-Bots trailing behind. He smiled evilly at the four dragons-in-training and shouted an all too familiar command: "JACK-BOTS! ATTACK!"
Omi looked to Clay, the two of them exchanging a silent agreement. "Kimiko! Raimundo! Get the Shen Gong Wu!" Omi yelled, before he and Clay went to destroy the Jack-Bots.
Kimiko felt like venting some anger, so she headed straight for Jack, who almost had just gotten his hands on the Shen Gong Wu.
"Judullet Flip, fire!" she cried out, flipping to Jack, fire beginning to engulf her hands and feet, making her powerful indeed. She quickly sent a ball of fire at Jack's head. The ball of fire began to grow smaller as it got closer to Jack.
But Jack flew up with his helicopter pack, making Kimiko's ball of fire hit his hands. "Agh!" he yelled, his hands getting burnt, and the Hisachu View Screen falling from his hands.
Kimiko was about to grab the Wu, when a dozen Jack-Bots surrounded her.
Jack did his trademark evil laugh as he picked up the View Screen. He was about to fly off again, when yet someone else stood in his way.
"You can't stop me!" Jack said to Raimundo. "I already have my hands on this Wu, so you might as well move it!"
But Raimundo ignored him, preparing to attack.
"Use the Hisachu View Screen!" shouted Wuya, who had just floated in beside Jack. "Use it! Use it now!"
Jack pointed the Screen at Raimundo and quickly said, "Hisachu View Screen!"
There was a flash of light from the View Screen, and Raimundo stared at it for a second. He then fell back, landing on the grass and trying to cover his eyes with his arm.
Jack was confused. Of course he knew what the Hisachu View Screen did, but he hadn't really expected what he was seeing. He looked to the View Screen, but it remained blank to his eyes.
"Why can't I see anything?" he asked Wuya.
"Because it's doing its work on Raimundo right now," she replied, a predatory smiled stretching across her ghostly face while she watched Raimundo.
Clay, Kimiko and Omi had finally finished off the Jack-Bots, and were now rushing over to Raimundo.
"What did you do!" Omi shouted. "What force of evil have you used on him?"
Jack held up the View Screen offhandedly, yawning and flying away. But Wuya seemed hesitant to go. Jack stared at her for a second.
"Come on, Wuya! We're leaving!"
"But, Jack… It's just getting to the good part!" Wuya said, not taking her eyes off Raimundo.
"Wuya!" Jack shouted sternly. "You are always telling me that I always waste my time bragging when I find a Shen Gong Wu, and that the losers always get it because I stay around too long. Well, you're making me stay too long! Do you want this Wu or not!"
Wuya finally groaned and followed him, Jack throwing an "Another victory for Jack Spicer, evil boy genius!" to them before disappearing from sight.
The three Xiaolin Apprentices were still looking over Raimundo, who was lying on the grass. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his hands to his head, trying to stop the unseen forces that were making him relive the worst moments of his life.
"How do we stop it?" Kimiko asked Dojo, thinking that he might have an answer.
Dojo gave a hopeless hand gesture. "There isn't a way. We're just going to have to wait it out, and hope he's okay when he comes out of it."
"The Hisachu View Screen is most evil," Omi proclaimed. "I should not have sent Raimundo after the Shen Gong Wu. After all, he is not even an apprentice."
Raimundo began to hyperventilate, drops of sweat forming on his forehead.
"I wonder why it is taking so long for Raimundo to relive his worst enemies," Omi said, once again looking down at Raimundo. "I do not think he has many."
Kimiko turned away angrily, her argument with Raimundo coming back. "Well, I don't care what happens to him now."
The other three stared at her.
"Hmph. He deserves it. Now I don't have to waste my time punishing him, because I'm sure this will do," she went on.
Clay was about to ask Kimiko why Raimundo needed to be 'punished', when something happened.
Raimundo lurched up and gasped loudly, eyes opening, but not seeing. He jumped on his feet. "No! Just go away! I don't want to see that!" he cried, looking up to the sky, but still not seeing anything but his memory.
He then put his hands to his head again, closing his eyes and looking down, a huge wind beginning to pick up.
The wind went around Raimundo at frightening speed, and the others were fighting to not get blown away.
Suddenly a tornado made of cold wind appeared around Raimundo, but instead of sucking things in, the tornado shoved everyone away from it.
The others got thrown a few feet, and they scrambled behind a boulder.
Dojo was breathing heavily. "Don't…worry…kids…Raimundo's going to be alright…I hope…"
"Yes! The wind will die down and Raimundo will be quite alright!" Omi exclaimed.
But the others didn't hear him. They were watching the tornado, captivated by it. The roaring of the wind was deafening, and the four didn't dare move out from behind the boulder, in fear that they would get blown away.
About fifteen minutes later, the tornado finally died down. The four who were hiding behind the boulder hurried over to Raimundo, who was now on his knees, staring blankly at his hands. Clay was the first one who was brave enough to approach Raimundo.
"Raimundo?" he asked, laying a hand on his friend's shoulder.
Raimundo jumped up and looked at him. "Clay?" He looked to the others. "Omi? Dojo? Kimiko?" He wondered briefly if this was a memory or reality, but then realized that this was reality.
He brushed himself off, pretending that nothing happened. Pretending that he didn't get 'Hisachu-View-Screen-a-tized'(O/N: That's what Kaisa's brothers would have called it). Pretending that the power boost to his wind element didn't get out of hand — way out of hand — again.
"Um, let's get going," he said, getting on the now full-sized Dojo.
The three apprentices looked to each other quizzically, wondering what exactly was going on. They finally hopped on Dojo and the dragon flew them all off.
Raimundo tried to keep his face emotionless, but he knew his wind was blowing around again. Luckily for him, Dojo was flying so fast, the others couldn't tell Raimundo's wind from the regular wind. He couldn't believe what he had seen. Every single bad memory, even the ones he barely remembered, perfectly clear, as if he was living it all over again. He could see every little detail.
And that's what he hated.
The last memory he had seen…the one that he couldn't stand. He had relived the moment he saw his parents dead.
Raimundo could picture the entire scene in his head.
He had been coming inside from playing outdoors. He had called for his parents, wanting someone to fix him some lunch, but he hadn't received an answer. Raimundo had shrugged it off, thinking that his parents just couldn't hear him; that they were in the other room. But once he had walked into the next room, he saw the thing that had scared him the most. He saw both of his parents, lying on the floor in a pool of their own blood, looking so pale…
But he had thought they were asleep, so he had warily repeated their names. No response.
He remembered realizing that they weren't alive anymore. He remembered crying when he was told that they weren't coming back.
Raimundo shuddered involuntarily, cutting off his memory. I don't remember it being so bad. I don't remember it being that— His thoughts choked off. When he was young, sure it looked bad, but not that bad. And when he was young, he couldn't connect any dots as to what happened.
But he could see every little detail, he could see the blood, he could see the pale faces, he could see—
Raimundo shuddered again, feeling small and cold. And there were so many other memories he had been forced to relive…
He tried to shove the thoughts away, tried to forget that what happened. But he couldn't. He wanted to throw up right then and there.
When they finally reached the temple, the four jumped off Dojo and Raimundo instantly began to walk toward the temple, but stopped when Clay said something.
"Raimundo. You gonna be alright, partner?"
Raimundo turned to him. "Yeah…I'll be fine, okay?"
"Well, you look awfully pale and sick," Kimiko pointed out, yet there was no sympathy in her voice. She had briefly wondered what memories Jack had made him relive, but she finally dismissed the thought and went on.
Raimundo shrugged and went into the temple, glad that the others hadn't mentioned his wind that they must have noticed.
But before he could go to his room, he got stopped by yet another person.
"Raimundo, did you and the others get the Hisachu View Screen?" Master Fung asked, seemingly ignoring the wind.
"Um, no, Jack got it. We tried our best and I almost had him…but…" His sentence trailed off, not wanting to tell Master Fung about what happened.
"Jack Spicer used the Hisachu View Screen on you." It wasn't a question.
Raimundo looked to Master Fung quizzically.
"Raimundo, honestly. With your wind, along with your sickly appearance, it was apparent that someone used the Hisachu View Screen on you," Master Fung said calmly. "I want you to know that I am here if you want to talk about your experience. Believe me, it will help to talk about it, because if you do not, the longer the effects will linger."
"Eh, thanks, Master Fung, but I think I can deal with it myself," Raimundo replied, not really wanting to discuss the matter.
"Very well," Master Fung said as Raimundo went back to his room.
Oscar: I really do hope you all enjoyed it. And if you were 'wondering' where Kaisa was...let's just say she's reallllllllly not in a cheery mood...
(Oscar's built in cell-phone rings)
Oscar: Yes?
Kaisa: (from phone) I heard that! And don't you go spilling my life here, because that's what i'm supposed to 'try' to do on LJ! Click
Oscar: I would roll my eyes if i could. (whispers) if anyone has a copy of "The Ancient Guide to TEENAGERS" I would kill to have it. (You know the whole review-drill...so hop to it. Or...whatever...)