Title: 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.
Wow, I really hadn't realized that last chapter was so short! Oh well, this chapter makes up for it… kinda.
Chapter 13
Still Kim's POV
Omi tries to no avail to open the box.
"It's stuck!" he wails, as he bounces back several feet.
"I'll get it partner," Clay says and rolls up his sleeves, he grasps the box and pulls as hard as he can… be it doesn't budge.
He couldn't open it either.
"Let me try," I say.
"You," Omi laughs, "but you are a girl!"
"Well, it is a shengongwu," Dojo sighs, seeing how angry I am with Omi, "maybe someone special needs to open it."
I gruffly grabbed the lid of the box and yanked as hard as I can. There was a creak and the boxed sailed from my hands and crash-landing upside down; lid open.
"Well, I don't know about the throwing part, but its open," Dojo tells me.
I blushed but am happy… I take a few towards the box but stop.
"What's wrong Kimiko?" I hear Omi asking from over my shoulder.
I don't look back at him; my eyes are too transfixed on the box.
"It's m-moving," I stammered, paling slightly I point in the box's general direction.
They turned to look at the box. It was moving forward a little. Then it started to pop up a little as if trying to knock itself over.
"That box is old!" Clay says, he turns to Dojo, "Nothing could live inside it, right?"
A small tuff of black shone under the crack created by the open lid and it moves pulling the box up enough for the rest of it to come out.
They all scream out in surprise. I get closer and realized it was a little black kitten- only kittens didn't have black bat-like wings.
"What is that!" I shriek as the two boys hide behind me.
Dojo looks at the little black kitten and some realization seemed to dawn on him.
"Oh my, Dashi!" Dojo yells and grabs the kitten by its wings and roughly shoving it back in the box, maybe he was hoping the box would seal back up.
"That's not very nice, Dojo," A small voice says coming from the box. The two black paws open it again. And the cat jumps back out staring straight at the dragon.
"It talks?" I shriek.
"Elijah, what are you doing here?" Dojo demands of the small winged-cat.
"Oh, like I have a choice!" Elijah snarls annoyed and points a paw at Dojo.
Just then there was a small wind tunnel that seemed to pick up the cat which disappears and all of the sudden there was a black-haired boy with streaks of crimson standing in front of them. He was a lot taller than she was. He was almost as tall as Clay, but definitely skinnery.
He wore tan cargo pants with lots of pockets everywhere held up by a brown belt, and a black band t-shirt. But what I stared at the most were the multi-colored bracelets that went half-way up both arms.
"God, it feels good to get out that from that box," He says lazily, blinking his ruby red eyes, and yawns while stretching his arms. He languidly looked at the bracelets that adorned his arms in mild interest.
"What are you?" I ask with all the confidence I could muster and point accusingly at the newly human-formed creature.
The attention that he has on the bracelets was slowly put onto me. "I take you're the one that opened the box?"
He only waits about two seconds for a response, "Names Elijah. Like Dojo said."
"You're a traitor!" Dojo says accusingly, one of his tiny hands was pointing at him much like my hand had been several seconds before.
"I'm not a traitor," Elijah tells Dojo sulkily, "the world would be doomed and I wouldn't be stuck in a box if was a traitor."
"Why should we believe you!" Dojo yells at him.
"Who do you think trapped me in that box!" Elijah yells back at him.
"Dashi!" Dojo yells.
"Wrong," Elijah sighs, bending down, grabbing the box and turning it upside down, showing the bottom to Dojo, "who's emblem is that!"
"Wuya's," Dojo says annoyed.
"Wuya, trapped me in there when I refused her," Elijah explains.
"And you didn't help her out at all?" Dojo asks.
"You know she was controlling me!" Elijah hisses.
"I heard she'd captured you, and that you were working with her!" Dojo says.
"Why would I willingly work with Wuya?" He asks.
Dojo said nothing.
"I thought so," Elijah sighs, he sounds rather weary, "I broke her control over me and she sealed me away in that horrible little box."
"Okay, I believe you," Dojo sighs after a moment of thought, then mumbles, "sorry."
"Now that that's out of the way, what are you?" I ask him.
"Me?" Elijah asks lazily pointing at himself.
"He's demon cat!" Clay points out.
"Actually I'm a shape-shifter," Elijah sighs annoyed with the cowboy, "or a dragon. Take your pick."
"You're a dragon?" I ask and I turn to Dojo, "how come you can't do shape shifting like him?"
"Elijah, is a Hirotao Dragon," Dojo sighs, "the last of his kind."
"The rest of my clan was wiped out by Wuya," Elijah sighs.
"He only survived because he was the strongest," Dojo explains.
"I didn't know Wuya knew how she could control me," he sighs, dropping down to sit cross-legged, "man, I'm so hungry."
"Gee, you've been trapped in a box for over one thousand years," Dojo sighs sarcastically, "I thought maybe you'd be stuffed."
"Ha, ha, you were always the one with the sense of humor," Elijah snorts.
"I could go get you some food," Omi offers, "what would you like?"
"Fruit," Elijah sighs, leaning back on the palms of his hands.
"Hirotao Dragons don't eat meat," Dojo tells Omi.
"I'll be right back," Omi said as he ran off.
"I'm surprised you were able to shift out of that cat form," Dojo says.
"Ehh," Elijah sighs and that turns to the dragon, "is he going to get me some berries? I like berries."
"What kind?" I ask.
"Any," he says shutting his eyes.
"Then probably," I tell him.
"Good," he sighs and falling onto his back.
"Are you okay?" I asked getting worried.
"He's fine," Dojo quickly tells me, "just conserving energy."
"I am back!" Omi yells as races back to them one large tin bucket in each hand.
Elijah opens his eyes immediately and sat back up as Omi placed the buckets in front of him.
He grabbed some grapes and shoving them into his mouth.
I guess he really was hungry.
After Elijah has eaten his fill he thanks us and lays back down. All of the sudden he bolts straight up eyes wide.
"Its here?" Elijah shouts in clear surprise.
"What's here?" Dojo sighs looks rather confused.
"That demon shengongwu," Elijah says slowly, "this isn't good."
End of chapter 13
I know Elijah seems lazy at first, but he's not usually like that. You get trapped in a box for over a 1,000 years with nothing to eat or anything and see how tired you'd be. Sorry, guess I'm a little defensive…
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Tell me what you think of Elijah…