Dedicated to starvoidangel and Arius Kei. They brought me happiness and a ray of sunshine into my Chase/Omi gloom.
Disclaimer: Xiaolin Showdown will probably never belong to me…
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All he felt was a butterfly's touch, soft as a breeze; upon his lips. Coming and going rapidly, but with all the intent in the world. Then, a dismissal so flippantly, it was a joke. Well…he could do that as well. Chase offered him power and revenge, but to dismiss him like a joke is insulting to ego. He will not have it.
Punching, kicking, jumping and dodging invisible objects. Objects with glossy black hair and watchful eyes. Objects with silky black hair, ocean blue eyes and fiery tempers. Objects with disheveled brown hair, green eyes and savvy knowledge. Objects with fine blond hair, clear sky hued eyes and confusing mannerisms.
Loosing himself in the adrenaline that it gave him; washing over him with a heavy force. His movements vicious, power-hungry, malicious; but with liquid grace. Dismissing the demon that lurked in these fortress walls. The little monk flapped about in fierce dance, thinking nothing of the breeze that stung his eyes, that raked over his rosy cheeks and scratched his forehead. Clinging to his straight form, outlining his lithe frame. Setting aside the fact that his body swayed into the wind's soft caress.
Dismissing is ignorance. The little wooden room, little sanctuary and little playground, hid a grinning fiend whose black tendrils reached for the child's form. Embracing the small urchin faintly; mimicking those flowing movements with mirth. Tracing over those briefly tasted lips with glee; enjoying the way the little one arched ever so slightly
The way he leaned into him.
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She laughed slightly to herself as she laid upon a throne chair. Chase's throne chair; the throne he stole from her…but that wasn't important right now. Oh, no no no…this situation was much more rich.
The little child born of water, encased within the all-powerful lord's claws. Twisted and distorted into that of Heylin characteristics, to suit the demon's needs. The monk was in Chase's clutches, but the boy was still ignorant. Unaware of the beast's cold eyes following his every step. Oblivious to the eyes that hunted ever so diligently for his little protégé. Unconscious to the fact that the eagle-eyed fiend molded him bit by bit, until self-destruction sang boldly in his pointed ears.
Feh.
The half-dragon was tainted; to dismiss the fact that the boy was still not corrupted enough to accept his regime…the water dragon was still just a spoiled little boy; sheltered from the world's harshness and unfairness, pampered despite the way that old monk forced them to live. He was not ready for Chase's advances.
Hmph. What did she care if the monk lost his sanity and become the reptile's puppet?
Pretty bow shaped mouth twisted into an unbecoming sneer. Her claws slashed at the air viciously whilst scowling quite unappealingly. Everything has been stolen from her…that imbecile Dashi trapping her into this desolate situation. Now everything has been snatched away from her because of these creatures. She hated them, especially that little water sprite and the chaser of youth.
She wriggled angrily in the throne chair. She was Wuya, she left destruction in her wake! Chase will never change that, despite taking away her magic, forcing her to live in his shadow. The protégé, the child under his wing ruined her chances of sugaring the ruler over with her appealing charms.
She smiled faintly. Regardless of this world's flaws, there were some pleasures to be seen and touched. The pleasures of reveling within her beautiful green flames, the satisfaction of seeing terrified humans fleeing the destruction…and a certain boy.
That young boy tickled her fancy; he was swift, charming, handsome and so easy to warp…Her tongue swept over her red lips in remembrance. The child clung so desperately to what little sanity he had during his stay with her, but with defiant emerald eyes and a proud chin.
"You evil witch! I won't give into you! Never!" mouth letting out screams of angers and eyes blazing with hate.
"Please…just leave me alone…" unchecked tears streamed down.
Hehe…all of them are children compared to her, even Chase. She ruled before any of them were born into this planet, she terrorized before any of them could talk and she laughed with cruel mirth before they understood their surroundings.
The three little elemental children will die and the arrogant dragon will perish as well …all that will be left is herself, the dirt covered earth and the wind dragon. He was entertaining. The wind dragon was worth keeping, just like her lovely green flames.
But, she'll enjoy the drama that will unfold within these stone walls for now.
There will be much more…she could sense it and all she'll do is laugh.
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He slinked. He wove through the mazes that he himself created. He slithered like the reptilian he was. All that could be seen were his golden hawk eyes and chilling smile. His eyes sought out the one wooden door, the door that contained the little water nymph. The door that hid the promising young boy who could be so easily molded. The door that guaranteed him opportunities. He moved silently into the bare little room and immediately blended into dark walls. In the far end of the room, next to the single window which allowed the wind to blow, lay a curled body covered with a thin blue black.
His stray who strayed into the path of darkness.
Now to implement his glorious plan…he glided gracefully over to the blue lump and hovered above Omi. His shadowy hands drifted over to Omi's round childlike face; laying hands upon that smooth unblemished skin. Touching it, yet not completely so. He was only shadow, not exactly solid. Nonetheless, it does not sidetrack him from his goal.
Time was so scarce, they will be here soon…but not before he plants the seed of evil inside the child, before the child is accustomed and submissive…maybe not submissive, he admired the monk's fiery personality and his unquenchable curiosity.
Hands travel along baby-soft skin with uttermost calmness. Bronze hued eyes raked over the water dragon, taking in the boy's features greedily. Face still round and innocent; how he would enjoy seeing that face mature into something truly wicked, teeny tiny body so rounded with immaturity; he would delight in holding that fragile little form, lips so plump and minuscule; it would give him much pleasure to be the first to taint those lips…
Much pleasure indeed…
It was brief. Soft lips met with rough ones unknowingly; softly, but without hesitation. The child's taste was unexpected…It was nauseating, but he couldn't pull away; so he tasted and plundered and pilfered endlessly. His protégé's taste was sickening sweet; of sugared tea and honey; cleanliness and purity. Absolutely revolting.
The child sighed into his mouth, dead to the world; but vaguely aware of the monster that seeped his inky shadows into him, into his soul. Dimming registering the fact that his body arched into the beast's little warmth; weakly aware to the fact that his body absorbed the tainted heat little by little with hungry greed.
"You need me, little one," he whispered into ear.
His slender hands caressed the Dragon of Water's face, trailing down to the boy's clad body; though barely touching. His lips touched Omi's briefly yet again; feeling the child's unconscious response and smiling slightly.
"Give in to me, child," he hissed against his lips.
Omi's body was taking in his clawed shadows, become more Heylin little by little and straying further from the Xiaolin ways. Yet, his soul was perfectly pure; guarded against his black demons, resisting the gnaws of his shadows…though, weakly resisting, loosing ground…
Purity does not last forever, little one…
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This fanfic will probably take a bit longer to update then I anticipated, my computer is dying…Anyways, I wanted to thank all my pretty little reviewers:
Raikku of The Darkness: trying to update. Hehe.
Staryday: Thanks, I dunno about the damn good though…sigh
radient phoenix: Thank you for all the other reviews, you're a dear.
Captain-Mifune-Rocks: I am more of a material writer then an emotion writer…drool Darker Side of Light (Harry Potter) is the ultimate emotional angster. I need to practice…sadly
Arius Kei: Gotta love the drooling over ChaseOmi!
starvoidangel: Yup, sickness is cruddy, I've had it for about two weeks. Nasty little thing. Your descriptions are fabulous as well! squeals Ocean's Void is my bitch.
Keri2004: Thank you for all the other reviews. I am very very very very content.