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Chapter 2 of my first Xiaolin Showdown fic. Go me.
-Chapter 2-
Wondering aimlessly along the coast of the beach. His burden was great for he was carrying many Shen Gong Wu. His foot leaving tracks in the dirt, as the water came up and washed them away. His eyes became dull as he continued to walk, alone.
Scanning far off in the distance, hoping to reach any sign of civilization. It had been nearly 2 days since his leave from Chase Young. Again he searched for some sign of people, his luck was finally coming through. There was a small village with thatched roofs and clay walls off in the distance. Using the Mantis Flip Coin, he made great leaps and bounds in a mere few seconds towards the village.
By wearing the Shen Gong Wu, he was sure not to lose them. When he left Chase, he had gotten some fabric and started sewing crude pockets and compartments within his outfit. But they were effective, and no ordinary thief could get them without him noticing. He made sure that each part was counter balancing another part, so if they did steal he would instantly know.
The village was not a village at all, but a city. The outskirts were just slums. Approaching near he heard a scream of pain. Rushing towards the sound, he cautiously looked around the corner. Three rough men were crowded over a small fragile looking figure. Gruff voices containing "You owe us…" and "Pay us back…" were heard.
The figure continued to wallow in its pain and misery. Staring closer he saw a girl no older then him being harassed. Scars were apparent all over her body, her blond hair dirtied, clothes in tatters, and a fresh wound at the top of her head bled freely. His chest tightened, how could people be so cruel? How could they mercilessly beat a girl until she was so weak that she couldn't protest?
Was this the real world? Where there is no honor, no dignity, no hope. Bound by nothing but pain, fear, misery, and hate? No… he was here, and he was real. He would stop it. Rushing up he used his Mantis Flip Coin and was completely over head. "TWO TON TUNIC!" was bellowed from above, as he instantly fell at an extremely fast velocity.
Two Tons added to his weight, caught the man right arm as the tunic crushed his arm completely. A sickening crunch echoed through the dark alley. The other two stared hesitantly, before the man who he had been crushed yelled "KILL HIM!". Reacting quickly he moved his hands in quick movements. "Water" he muttered, as a flood from nowhere just came rushing down at the opposition.
All three were in fear now, what was this kid? Not taking any more chances they fled off. Returning from his berserk frenzy, he walked towards the girl who had been beaten. She wrapped herself into a smaller ball, and let out a whimper. His heart tore apart, it was just too sad to witness. "It is ok, I am here to help" he said smiling a warm smile.
From amidst the ball, he saw an eye. An eye broken from abuse and torture. He vowed that he would help this girl, even if he knew nothing about her. He would help her no matter what, even if it took him a lifetime. Putting out his arms, she retracted even more. Scooting towards the wall. "Do not fear me, I am a friend".
She slowly reached out with her hand, dirt and grime smudge her delicate skin. He too reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her up. She shuddered, her legs were bruised badly. Unable to support her own weight, he quickly threw her on his back before she could protest. "Where do you live?" he asked quietly, as to not frighten her.
Her petite pointed near the outskirts of the city. Much of where the country side was. Farmland and clear skies were all that were there. A simple life, something he wanted now. With all the fighting, and paranoia he needed a break from his life. Maybe live another life. With the girl on his back, he trudge slowly towards a large patch of land.
On that patch of land was a medium shack, in poor condition. The outside was their farm, it too looked horrible. Actually all the land looked horrible, even the neighboring ones. Drought was apparent here, he guessed that her family had to borrow money to survive and pay rent on the land. But they could not pay it back.
Tendrils of cracks were everywhere. Walking caused the ground to break beneath his and her weight. Near the shack, he saw how old it was and how bad it was. The windows were broken, it looked desolate and dead. But he continued towards the house anyways. The girl eyes were closed, as she latched onto his back. Her new source of comfort.
Approaching the door, he saw huge holes in it. These people were too poor to even do basic repairs on their house. Knocking gently as to not break the door, he heard a shuffling of feet, when the door opened his ears went deaf. "GO AWAY! WE DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY!" a women yelled. Looking at the boy, then on his back was most likely her daughter.
"Sakura!" her mother yelled, grabbing the girl away from him. She hurriedly rushed her into the living room, or what was a living room. The couch was half there, the table smashed, the floor was no floor just pieces of woven fibers together. On it was a teenage boy, his hands around a piece of wood and a knife. Whittling away at it, creating something extremely intricate that he couldn't follow.
"You stupid bastard!" the lady cried, as a man came bustling out. His face was in fear and guilt, this was most likely the girl's father. "Oh no…" he whispered, tears welling in his eyes. "I can't believe you let her go get the medicine her self, she's the one who's sick!" the lady cried out. Wetting a rag, she placed it over the girls head.
He took it all in, this was horrible. Even through his life was not luxurious, his life was paradise compared to theirs. He thought about his life, his friends and near family. He thought of Raimundo and Clay, their male instincts rubbing off him. Kimiko who had showed him what girls were like, and had mellowed him from his "egotistical male pig mode" from what Kimiko told him.
Then the father noticed Omi, his eyes darted questionably between him and his daughter. "Who are you?" he asked. "My name is Omi" he replied grimly, this man had sent his own sick daughter to get her own medicine? "Uh.. Thank you for returning my daughter" his voice a bit scared from the boy. This boy was unlike the others, he had a calm demeanor and a very powerful aura of confidence.
"It was my pleasure, sir" he replied formally. Wanting to know more, he sat at one of the empty spots of the living room. "Tell me what happened to my daughter" he asked, curiosity got the best of him. He stared down while he told her what had happened, save the parts about using Shen Gong Wu. They didn't need to know more then they should.
The man nodded slowly, his daughter had been lucky such a gentleman had saved her. He looked extremely powerful, too. "Why is your daughter so sick?" Omi asked gently, his voice cracking as his eyes strayed towards the limp figure the lady was pampering. She protested weakly as her mother offered her another glass of water. Even the water looked dirty.
He told the lady to come over, as he took the glass from her. Using his chi he slowly purified the water, into suitable water, crisp and clean, cold too. Her eyes light up from surprise, how did he do that, she wondered. But she decided not to ask, when she got to the girl, she offered it to her daughter. This time she did not protest and took it gratefully. She quickly downed the glass of water with a refreshing sigh, gave it back to her mother. Laying down, sleep took her at once. Her breathing steady. "She has always been a sick child, even from birth…" he told Omi. "We are not of a rich family, but we had managed. But now for over a year not a drop of water has come down onto my land" he told the 9 dotted forehead boy.
The water dragon was silent, this was too sad to bear. His soul was already burdened with the multiple vows he had made. Vows he made to people he didn't even know that he had vowed to them at all. But they did, during silent obligations he had done. Such as the vow to stay by his friends side at times of great need. The vow to destroy Chase Young. The vow to help the girl. The vow to protect Kimiko over all else.
Staring off into the distance, he had thought long and hard about his future. "Would you stay here, for my daughter's sake, if not anything else" the father asked him. The dragon heart wavered, the girl did need help, as he did vow to help her no matter what. A quick nod was all that was needed, the man smiled a bittersweet smile.
He was a special child, and good signs were sure to come if he stayed. But he also knew, that if the child stayed long enough great catastrophes would occur. It was like all before him, they were born with the power to fight and protect. They could never stay in peace, if they did they would die. If not in reality, their soul and heart would die. Their purpose taken and they would willow away into nothing.
They all thought the same, they thought they wanted peace. That was true they did want it, but fighting was their true purpose in life. Without that purpose, they were nothing. Dead. "Yes…" he whispered, his thoughts lingered to Kimiko and the girl. He was not one to put his emotions before his task, unlike Raimundo who usually thought with his heart first off.
While that was good, it was sometimes bad. He could not think logically in a battle giving him the disadvantage. He however did put his mission first, but his emotions got the best of him when he was provoke hard enough. The father walked towards Omi, and classed his hand on the dragon's shoulder. "My name is Naruto, my son over there is Sasuke, his sister is Sakura, and my wife is Ino".
It was getting late, the sun was setting. The majestic colors in the sky were fading into a scarlet sky, then into a dark blue. The stars above twinkled brightly in contrast to the dark heavens above. The celestial moon, out shone all the stars combined. Naruto pulled out woven mats and carried them into the living room. He told Omi that he could sleep here until they could think of a permanent place to put him.
He nodded gratefully, it had been 3 days without a roof over his head. Any place to sleep would be better then outside. Laying onto the woven mats, his recalled the days events. With his meeting of the girl to the talk with the family. The father was a lanky man of about 5' 9", his blue eyes contrasted his blond hair. His tan skin, hairy arms and legs, and calicle hands told him that he lived a life full of manual labor.
The son stood about 5' 5", with his green eyes he had a very cold look in his eyes. His blond hair shone, in contrast to his father's or sister's dirty blond. His body was a bit paler compared to the rest of his family, but he was still very tan compared to most people. His body was strong and sturdy, but his hands were delicate.
The mother was a tad taller then her son, 5' 6", her green eyes had a very warm look in them. Her blond hair had a very fine sheen to it, she was that tannest of the entire family. Her back was a bit bent, she probably worked on their meager garden. Doing her best to keep it alive so that their family didn't have to buy as much food.
Their daughter, was small and petite. Her blue eyes pierced through any setting, her warm and compassionate nature was apparent. But it was covered by a veil of shyness and blushes. She only stood 4' 8", but she was still 2 inches taller then himself.
His eye lids became heavy, his muscles tense from his travel relaxed. His body giving into the power of sleep. He closed his eyes, only to open them groggily. Light shined through the widow panes, time flew quickly, much too quick for his liking. Getting up from his mat, he dusted himself off. Then his hands went to his ears and clutched them in pain.
Someone was knocking really loud on their door. "Get out here you debt bastards!" was heard outside, he tensed up. That voice was familiar… it was the voice from the men beating up Sakura! He peeked outside the window, about 50 men were stationed outside. Their weapons held up, guns, swords, daggers all in their hands.
He heard a girl whimper behind him, his head whipped around. She was on the brink of tears, she just leaped into his arms. As he knew, he was her source of comfort now. She let out a soft sob and choked out a "I don't want to die". Her father appeared next to him. His hand wiping the sweat off his forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you Omi. But these people are the gangs from the city. We borrowed money from them when the bank refused us".
"It was the only way we could get money, or else we would have starved", he told the dragon sadly. He heard a man unload a clip into the house. Walking calmly outside, his Shen Gong Wu outfit was set. "Go away" he told them calmly. He knew that this was going to be one hell of a battle. Even with his training and Shen Gong Wu, he knew that 50 people armed with guns and blades was hard.
"You can't take us all on, we'll kill you if you even try to help them!" the leader said, his right side bandaged up from the previous day. "ATTACK!" he yelled with anger and fury. Taking stance, he quickly took down 3 people. These people were trained in the art of combat, making this ever so much harder.
"Shard of Lightning!" he cried aloud, his body accelerating at insane speeds. Taking down 10 more people, the shard wore off. His body tired from the increase of speed. His Third Arm Sash, held the Fist of Tebigong. The Eye of Dashi, and Star Habani were shooting off lightning and fire everywhere. His body was under immense pressure from all the Shen Gong Wu.
He leapt at the leader, a sharp right jab into the face cracked the leader's nose. As blood bleed freely from his nose. Falling unconscious, the water dragon smiled. Only to be punched in the back, flying nearly 20 feet away he used the momentum and landed on his feet. His new family stood on the porch, amazed and scared at his feat of fighting.
"Who are you?" the dragon asked between gasp for air. "I am the true leader of our gang, Rivet", his body was sleek and smooth. His leather jacket flowed, and in his right hand was a revolving pistol. Charging towards the leader, he took multiple jabs to him. He dodge with ease, his body quickly flexing and twisting to dodge his attacks.
Wasting no time, he fell onto his back with a spinning kick, he knocked Omi off his feet. Rushing forward, he delivered an uppercut, and in midair his roundabout kick. Sending him towards the house, crashing through the wall. This man was inhuman, but still not as strong as Chase Young though. He could read his movements like a book. But they were just to fast for his body to react.
He heard a click as the man cocked his gun. Aim silently, and shot a bullet to Omi. Closing in his eyes in fear, he braced himself for the pain. But it never came, opening his eyes he saw Sakura standing in front of him. Taking the shot, she stood firm. Then gave away. "You idiot!" he cried aloud, cradling her body against his.
"I just wanted to return the favor" she mumbled, and coughed up blood. Her parents rushed to her side, as he stood up. Tears welling in his eyes, he had known the girl for one day, he even vowed to help her. But he couldn't even keep his promise for one day! His eyes turned steely, his chocolate turn hazel and clouded like. His mind transformed into a killing machine.
"Poseidon's Trident" he muttered, as water came out of his sleeves and formed a gold trident. Runic inscriptions following down the handle, "Neptune's Trident" he whispered out, as this time ice came out of his hands, and formed a gold trident nearly identical to the one to his right. The left one however, had different runic markings on it.
"DUAL WIELD" his voiced echoed through the land, tears streaming down his face. It flowed, he didn't bother trying to wipe them away. He was going to kill this man, even if it was the last thing he did.
-End Chapter 2-
Wow, I didn't expect it to be so long. I had writers block about 500 words in. I just started playing around with stuff, and here I am already done with Chapter 2. I hope you like it.