Sick in the Head

Summary: Raimundo centric and in mostly Raimundo's POV. After having several wierd experiences Raimundo starts worry if anything is really real. Slight swearing.

Disclaimer: Xioalin Showdown not owned by me.

Chapter 2

Raimundo's POV

"So where we off to this time? New York? The rainforest? Some remote island?" I asked as we were heading over the ocean. Flying over the ocean had always made me a little sick but I never let it bother me. I never let the others know either.

"Hmmm... I think..." Dojo wondered a loud, "I'd have to say I'm not quite sure. If I knew what wu we were after then I would. But since I don't I'm just going to have to go where ever I sense it."

"Sounds great," I said sarcastically, and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Raimundo, if you're going to complain... Well just don't," Kimiko sighed angrily, "We'll get there when we get there."

"Yeah, partner," Clay agreed.

"Kimiko and Clay are right," Omi said quickly with lots of excitement, "Oh, this is most adventurous!"

"Yeah, sure," I pretend to agree. But know I'm not very believable with that tone a voice or me rolling my eyes, but I don't care.

It took forever for Dojo to finally pick a place. We finally landed in Seattle, a fine place I guess. I've never been there before but I've heard of it. They have a funny building shaped like a broken guitar, a monorail, and a large tower with a part on top that reminds me of a spaceship. I think the latter is called the Space Needle, but I'm not sure.

"So it's somewhere around here?" Kimiko asked glancing around the small park we'd landed in.

"Kimiko, what was that weird shaped building?" Omi asked. "The one with all the colors?"

"The broken guitar shaped building?" Kimiko asked Omi if that's the one he meant.

"I don't know," Omi said thoughtfully, "what's a guitar? What does it look like? And what does it look like broken? Why would it be broken?"

"Okay, too many questions," Kimiko told him quickly.

"A guitar is a musical instrument," I told him very annoyed.

"Why would it be broken?" he asked once again.

"That's how they made it," Kimiko explained. "That building was the EMP."

"EMP?" Clay asked very lost.

"Don't you guys know!" Kimiko asked, turning to look at me. I shook my head. I had no clue. "The EMP is museum. A music museum. More importantly rock music. It stands for Experience the Music Project. It's really important and really cool."

"Oh," We all said quietly after she was done talking.

"Enough on local culture we have to find that wu!" Dojo said quickly.

"Yeah, let's walk to it," Omi said loudly.

"Umm... I think you mean hop to it," I told him once again correcting him.

"Hop to it! That makes no sense!" Omi whined, but said nothing more.

Soon we where all split up looking for the new wu. Although we were all lost. I mean no one knew what they were looking for. It was so annoying. I walked for a while until I came upon a market. I like markets so I went inside. It was very busy and loud and full of people. The wu probably wasn't in here but I wanted to stay so I did. After having looked at just about everything Clay came around the corner.

"Raimundo, partner, what are you doing in here?" he asked arms crossed.

"I could ask you the same?" I offer up quite craftily.

"Looking for the wu."

"So am I."

Just then Dojo slides out from under Clay's hat. "I sense it," he said and pointed to our left. "It's close by. I know it." He slithers back under Clay's hat.

There's a jewelry stand in the direction he pointed to. I haven't been over there yet. Clay and I walk over to it and look down at the jewelry on the table. There's one piece that catches my eye. I reached out to grab it.

The next thing I know I'm between Clay and Kimiko riding on Dojo.

"What?" I asked as I came to. I'm completely confused.

"We're on our way back to the temple," Omi told me not looking back at me.

"What happened?" I asked very unsure of anything at the moment.

"I lost the signal for the wu," Dojo muttered, "We had to abandon it."

"What if Jack gets it?" I asked loudly.

"I doubt it," Dojo sighed, "It's like it suddenly wasn't active anymore."

"What would make it do that?" I asked, worried.

"I don't know," Dojo sighed again. "Master Fung isn't going to like this."