Okay... it's chapter 3... isn't it great... Okay, these little things at the top and bottom are gonna be really dull and/or me ranting at people. I had to wake up at 7:30 this morning to wait for the cement people to come so that I can call my dad when they show up. But last night I could NOT get to sleep until like 3. So I've had 4 and a half hours or less of sleep, and because of that, I just KNOW that the cement people are going to decide that they don't wanna come. And i'm telling you, if they don't come... they are not gonna have limbs for the rest of their lives... and me being cranky is sort of the inspiration for the beginning of this chapter.

I don't own Xiaolin Showdown.

All, but one, of the Dragons were gathered around the Scroll early that morning.

"Come on, Raimundo, come onnnn" seethed Dojo, walking back and forth in anticipation. "Where is he?" He said, shooting his arms out to the side.

"I do not know, Dojo." Said Omi, meditating on his head as he waited for his friend, "We woke him up. He should be here by now."

Clay and Kimiko were sitting on the ground, leaning on each other, Clay's hat over his eyes, and Kimiko's eyes just closed. It was almost 2 o'clock in the morning, and everyone was really tired. They just wanted Raimundo to show up so that they could get it over with.

"Well, Dojo." Clay yawned, looking up at the gecko-sized dragon, "You could at least tell us, we can fill Rai in on the way there." He yawned again and closed his eyes, "If he ever gets here."

Dojo snorted, a small puff of smoke erupting from his nostrils, "Fine." He opened the scroll, the little man in the circle bursting into flames.

Kimiko quickly sat up, causing Clay to fall, "Are you serious? This new Wu sets you on fire?"

Omi flipped right side up again, freaking out once more. "What is the point of that? That makes absolutely no sense! I mean, w--"

Just then, Raimundo and Vesta came running in, "Sorry we're late," panted Rai, stopping to catch his breath, "But Little Miss Prophecy here needed to talk to me."

Vesta scratched the back of her head, "Hehe… sorry… My bad."

"What could you possibly have been talking about!" screamed Dojo, "In case you can't tell, I get really cranky when I don't get my sleep!" through this sentence he had systematically grown larger, hovering over the 14 year old who was shaking in her shoes.

"Uh… nothing… we weren't talkin' about nothin'…" she popped out of the fear quite quickly, as did the dragon out of anger, growing to his normal size. Vesta grabbed the scroll, "So… what Shen Gong Wu do we have today?" Looking at the little man in the circle, she smiled, "Ooooh! The Ring of Fire! I love this one!" She jumped on top of that barrel that seems to follow her around, "It causes the wearer to become a living flame! You can fly, shoot little, like… fire arrow things and… you can like… become a living fire ball and… and… and… dude, it's just AWESOME! It makes you feel like you're in the Fantastic Four!" She thought for a minute, "Which… you kinda already are…" She started running around the room, her arms in front of her as if she were flying, "Woosh!"

Growing to his large size again, Dojo started mumbling to himself. "I coulda said it… I'dda said it better, too…" He put on a fake smile, "Well, come on gang! Let's go!" He came nose to nose to the young teen, "You comin' girl?" Vesta thought for a moment,

"Hm… why not?" she jumped on the dragon behind her future mother, "It's been a while since I've seen you guys do a Showdown." She pointed in front of her in a dramatic manner, "Let's go!"

They sat there for a minute, when Clay noticed that Dojo had fallen asleep. He jabbed his spurs into the dragon's side, everyone giggling as he did so. Dojo jumped up and squealed in pain, before lifting off the ground, grumbling about how he wasn't a horse. As they flew, Clay couldn't help but hum a little tune by Johnny Cash.

As they headed towards the area of the new Shen Gong Wu, Clay couldn't help but wonder… what could Raimundo and Vesta possibly have been talking about? Is it possible that Rai was her dad, and she was telling him in secret? He would have thought deeper into it, but he was having way to much fun riding Dojo like a bucking bronco.

Unbeknownst to Clay, Kimiko was thinking the same thing. Was Rai the dad? She wasn't particularly sure. But if he was, she wasn't sure how she felt about it. She thought that she'd be ecstatic if Raimundo turned out to be this so called 'sire', but that wasn't it. She was almost disappointed, but she couldn't tell why. She looked ahead of her at Clay, who was having the time of his life. She smiled at how he laughed at Dojo's protests, so happy and carefree. She wished that she could be like that with him. Wait, what? Did she just wish that she could be happy and carefree with Clay? There couldn't have been a better time that Keiko could have text'd her, and get her mind off of this dilemma.

But Kimiko was unaware that the entire time, Vesta was behind her watching every moment of her realization. And boy was Vesta loving it.

Yeah, it's short, but A. I'm really really tired and B. If I put the Showdown in this chapter then it'd be a million years long. And I don't know about you, but I personally don't want to read a million year long chapter. So... Since the second the cement people get here I'm gonna fall asleep, I'm probably going to be awake until 7:30 tomorrow morning, giving me time/inspiration to do the next chapter. In shorter words, the next chapter will probably be tomorrow. Like usual... so... see ya tomorrow...

oh and pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssseeeeee review... I'd like to have more reviews then my friend's when I say to her "please review my story"... i mean, they're great and hilarious and stuff... but still, I asked her personally for it... i want some person i've never talked to before to love me! IS THIS A PROBLEM!

And that outburst... I blame it on the 4 and a half hours of sleep.