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Omi has now been driven to the brink of insanity. With the girl mortally wounded, his primal instincts have kicked in. Now using the Tridents of Gods, he must destroy the leader of the gang. What's the catch? Nothing… I hope. Eventually OmiKim

-Chapter 3-

He gripped the two golden tridents like his life depended on it. Biting his lip until it bleed freely, his tears and blood slowly mingled together at the bottom of his chin. But he didn't care, he had hurt her and he was going to pay, even at the cost of his life. Never in his entire life had he been so angry, his urge to destroy something had never been this powerful in his life.

Taking stance, his body moved to new heights. His speed had nearly tripled, and the impact force of his attacks were powerful enough to cause the surrounding area around it to collapse. Taking it in stride, Rivet gently maneuvered has way around the attacks, only to get his left shoulder pierced. His movements were so free flowing now, rivaling his own. Calm as a pond, but as powerful as a hurricane. This boy was truly amazing.

"Tempest Assault!" he cried into the howling winds as they whipped by, his hands moving a fury of quick thrusts. Pulling out his brass knuckles, Rivet had barely been able to suppress ¼ of that attack much less all of it. Bruised and battered he had gotten back up again, quickly whipping out his knives he smiled in triumph. He had only used these knives once before, and during that time he had killed the last leader of this gang.

Taking one knife he placed it in his mouth, the other one point down in his left hand, point up in his right hand. Building up intense forced within his legs he busted from his starting point, rapidly accelerating he met a head on berserk of force. Knives parrying tridents were all just a mix of gold and steel clashing. THERE! He saw his opening, taking it he slashed the young monk's exposed side. "Water!" He cursed into the air, as he heard a trident drop into the ground and a fist approaching his face covered in water.

It smashed into his face, which didn't do that much. The water though… it felt like he was drowning! He was drowning on the ground level, clutching his head in agony he gasped for air on the desolate land. Panicking he quickly gasped for air again, only to feel like he was sucking in water. Seeing his chance the water dragon rushed into his prey, his trident raised.

Ready to pierce his enemy's heart he heard a screeching, "NO!" echo through the air. It was so familiar and comforting, but he was too far into his bloodlust to care now. His hands were going to be stained with the blood of another, caused by his actions. Slamming the trident straight down it exploded as it protruded everywhere. Rivet thinking he was drowning, still had the sense to dodge out of the way.

Icy spikes appeared, then the ice steeled… and exploded as icy shards as sharp as knives flew everywhere. Still sucking in imaginary water, he flipped and turned through the explosion. He had gotten a large brunt of the attack, his mind was still muddled with the feeling of drowning and fighting for ones life. Omi too had taken a toll, his chi had been drained a significant amount. He could barely stand now, adrenaline was all that was causing him to still be able to move.

Concentrating, Rivet had managed to think correctly. He was still alive after sucking in water for so long. His mind raced, thinking and computing. Then suddenly he believed that he was breathing air, and that air was what he was breathing. It stopped almost instantaneously, the feeling of air back in his lungs was amazing. He was never going to under mind air ever again, it was as precious as life itself. Steadying himself, he got ready for another go.

Then his body constricted, all the energy within his body had left. Eh, guess he was too pumped to notice what was going on with his body. The monk glanced to the family, only to see that Sakura had not died yet. Her shoulder was bleeding heavily, but she looked fine. He smiled, turned to face Rivet, and fell onto his knees. The tridents dissipating into water, as he collapsed onto the ground. A monstrous rumble was heard echoing through the lands, as dark clouds emerged from the horizon.

They could only stare in disbelief, RAIN! The dark clouds flew above them, unleashing their burden of life giving water. The land was showered with water, seeping into the ground as the ground grew firm again. Sakura rushed out to Omi who had fallen. Her family cried out for her, telling her to come back to bandage her wounds, but she didn't care.

Kneeling down besides him, she turned him belly side up. Mud smeared his face as the water continued to fall, taking the sleeve of her shirt she cleaned what grime he had on his faced. For the first time she got a good look at his face, and she inched closer. Inch by inch she got so close they she could have kissed him, he awoke and started to get up. Only to feel the plush feeling of something soft brush against his lips.

Such a wonderful feeling he felt, as his mind went into the clouds. Pressing deeper onto the feeling he could feel the warmth rising in his cheeks. Both of them running out of air, they let go. Staring deeply into each other's eyes for a second. They saw everything, the emotion, the torment, the truth and lies. Closing his eyes, a grin was on his mouth before he passed out in bliss.

Blushing furiously, Sakura got up again. Staring over to the fallen gang leader his head drooped a bit, he pushed himself up as he walked over to Omi. As he edge closer, the hairs on the back of her neck rose. Screaming as loud as she could, he ignored her and went straight to Omi. When he was right above Omi, he laid his knives by his side. 'You're a typhoon, that's what you are' he whispered to the boy.

He got up again, and walked away. Then he stopped "Take good care of the boy, because I'll be back," he said aloud. She got the message and nodded dumbly, only to realize that he was already gone from sight. Taking him by the arm, she dragged him painfully across the muddy ground. Only to trip and fall, agonizingly she pushed herself back up and tried again. The man was coming back, and she needed to get Omi safe inside the house.

Her parents and her brother all ran towards her, and started to help her carry the boy inside the house. Once they got inside, her mother started to strip the boy down. Causing Sakura to blush 200 shades of red and pink. "Now don't stare Sakura," her mother teased her mercilessly. Ino proceeded to then put on a fresh set of new clothes, but she took Sasuke's old clothes and forced it around the boy's limp body.

Outside they could hear the whoops and yells of joys from their neighbors, the rain had come to answer their prayers. This family however knew better, it was this boy that had brought them their life back. Smiling, Sakura, kneeled down next to the dragon monk, and awaited his awakening. She waited and slept for hours next to his side. Hoping that he would reawaken and flash a grin across his face.

He slept soundly for the rest of the day, and the night. But woke up in the morning, while Sakura was next to him. His body was a bit crushed because she had decided to lean against him for support, he blushed in embarrassment and awkwardness. It was nice to care for someone and have them care for you back, it felt like the weight of the world was nothing. A skip to your step, a move in your shoes, a twinkle in your eye, and laugh for the past.

It felt very good, no that wasn't strong enough. It felt breathtaking, a warm stir in his body caused him to come back to reality. He continued to lay there with the girl's weight pressing against him, letting his thoughts flow freely he gave birth to new possibilities. The possibility of staying with this family, he cared for this girl and the family still could use some help. He thought of more alternatives now that this ordeal was over, but he decided on the first.

He let his thoughts wander, and strangely his thoughts came to Kimiko. The feisty raven haired, ocean eyed girl was fresh in his mind. The way she moved, the way she danced, the way her eyes were for the dragon of the sky. He winced, loud enough to stir movement from Sakura. Her eyes fluttered open, trying to gain a sense of reality back into her being. Only to blush again, with a squeak and a 'eep' she had jumped straight up. Bowing again and again, she apologized for her foolishness.

This only caused the monk to chuckle, saying that it was okay. Steadying himself, he got onto his legs again. Testing their weight after a day of sleep, he smiled as he felt his body stretch out. The feeling of tiredness and fatigue wearing off. He trudged outside to see, Naruto and Ino plowing the fields. While their sun was sitting on the porch, using his nimble fingers to net some wires together.

Calling out the parents, he also flashed a grin in Sakura's direction, causing her heartbeat to go up a few notches. The parents looked up from their work, and laughed into the open. Both of them started to walk back in, while the brother stopped netting fences and started to sharpen a pole and sort seeds. When the parents had gotten to the house, they were both out of breath. "Allow me," he directed to the parents.

Taking the tools of the farmers, he jumped into the field. Taking the plow he replicated the techniques shown to him by Chase Young. The Monkey leaps from tree. The Tiger pounces on prey. The Gorilla pounds the earth. The Wolf rushes in fury. The Rabbit races with agility. The Swan moves with grace. Kicking the tools, swing the items, he had already created 3 times the amount of land the parents had accumulated in the day.

Continuing his process at a break neck speed, he mixed up his moves making a whole new set of physical attacks. When he had finished plowing the earth, he returned to the gaping parents. They were still amazed at what the boy could do, even if they had seem him do so many powerful things. Then they saw the boy stop suddenly and turn looking across the field. The gang leader had returned!

"YOU!" the monk yelled making huge leaps and bounds towards the man he thought of an enemy. But when he got closer, he saw that Rivet had no hostility towards him. Stopping in front of the man, he realized that there was a smirk on his face. It was slightly unnerving, but he held firm. "Come with me," he ordered. "Why should I?" the water dragon retorted.

"Because if you don't, I'll bring more people to take down this worthless trash heap you call home," Rivet said in a completely neutral voice. "Those people were just my normal gang, I have much more than you can count," he continued to talk and the monk looked back at his new family. Knowing he could not take another blow like that battle, he would go willingly.

The gang leader started off, and he followed obediently. Walking past the city streets, he saw many people cowering in fear of the man known as Rivet. He went to a back of an alley, until he walked up to the brick wall. Taking out a key, he just shoved it into the wall extremely hard. The wall just phased out of existence, startling the young dragon monk.

Past the non-existing wall he saw the most amazing thing. Hordes of people rushing around, trading and supplying each other with great apparels and goods. "Come," Rivet commanded again, walking towards the thief market. Walking past where the wall was, the brick re-phased back into existence. "This is known is Hidden Street, where thieves gather to trade their tips, techniques, and spoils."

Taking the boy farther in, he headed near a clearing. In that clearing was an old man, but the clearing was nothing but water! He was sitting on top of the water! "This man is a Water Dragon monk as yourself," he said. "What?" He asked like he was lost in a haze. "Talk to him to find out more if you dare," he said with a voice full of mischievousness.

"If you wish to speak to me, you must reach me!" The old man boomed loudly. Startling, he looked nervous. Water walking was beyond the level he was at, the best he could do was not sink like a rock in water. He stared at the old man, and tried to grasp how he was doing it. There were no subtle changes in the water, he was just… there.

Testing the water he placed his foot onto the surface. The foot went through like it should have. Sitting there wondering he had lost track of time, the minutes turn into hours. Yet he could not figure it out. He tried other things, such as jumping. Skipping, gliding, molding a water cushion, nothing seemed to work. "Are you able to give me a hint?" the monk cried out to the wrinkled old man.

With both eyes closed, he reached into one of his vest pockets and pulled out a scroll. Taking it within his hand, he threw it towards the water dragon. Snatching it in his hands, he opened the scroll. Within the scroll were huge patterns, instructions, and concepts he had to learn. He read the last paragraph so that it could tell him what all this gibberish meant.

It was the idea of using chi to push yourself onto any surface. If chi could be used to increase the power of the already powerful artifacts. Then why not try to use chi as a raw power as itself? Chi was very hard to manipulate and so things such as walking on walls, water, and snow were great in the power to help you control chi. Looking at the diagram he saw a picture of a man walking on water.

Under his feet were arrows that pointed down, recognized as chi. So he had to concentrate and push chi down at a constant rate. He put the concept into work and forced chi out of the soles of his feet, then gingerly he placed a step on the water. With every step upon the water his confidence grew immensely. By now he was crying for joy when he applied the same concept to other parts of his body.

Leaping around, flipping down front flips and back flips he jumped for joy. He was savoring it as much as he could, because he knew that he would have to increase his chi reserves if he wanted to do this for a long period of time. This was going to leave him drained and he knew it. Finally when he had stopped his joyful run, he approached the center where the man was.

"The leader has told me that you were a Water Dragon such as myself, is this true?" he inquired, his curiosity getting the better of him. The old man finally opened his eyes, and smiled a brief smile. "Yes, it is true that I was once a monk," he replied a bit sad. "You see, there can only be one dragon of a single element at a time. So the one with greater potential to be a dragon is to be taken on."

"I was replaced when I was 17, with a girl who was very gifted. But Seeing as Rivet has told me that you are a water dragon also it seems that she has been replaced," he said with a bit of a solemn tone. "It shows that you have great power untapped, when I saw at your age I did not even have a fraction of the power you posses right now."

"There is a name that people call us when we are disbanded from the temple of Dragon Monks, and we are known as Nomadic Dragons for our ways," he took a deep breathe and continued. "We are off on our own, and are allowed to grow but they do not take care of us and so we are to grow on our own."

"It was a blessing in disguise for me, because the primal instincts I had ignored for so long emerged and I grew extremely fast, and so here I am today talking to the next generation of monks," he smiled fondly at Omi. "It seems that it would be wise to teach you to be a better water monk, because you wouldn't want to be replaced now would you? It's a very devastating feeling, everything you have worked for so long being dashed away in an instant when they tell you that they refuse to teach you anymore."

His bright features, returned to their old wrinkle tones. "I wish you to show me what you are capable of, for I am in very high regards to monks," he said to give the old man a confidence boost. "Little eager are we not?" he said his smile returning, a very sincere one at that. Standing onto the water he chanted in an odd language he had never heard. His hands moving together in odd signs, he seemed to be concentrating extremely hard.

Then the water below their feet had just dropped about 10 feet as a huge Chinese water dragon appeared, it's crystal blue eyes surveying the area. Before it smashed into the wall around them causing everything to crumble. "That is the power of a water monk, and you shall receive it," causing the already excited monk to shout with glee. Only to be knocked underwater, "but only if you manage to hurt me in combat," he said with a smirk.

-End Chapter 3-

Sorry for the long wait, it's just that I've been wrapped up with a lot of school work lately. So here's chapter 3 of my Xiaolin Showdown series. Remember it's going to end with OmiKim but who said I can't have a little fun with their raging hormones?