Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me
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His dazed senses were on fire and he ached and he bruised…the bleary flickering candle glow stung his eyelids. The warmth of the barely lit candles heated his flushed face further. His ears buzzed dully and pounded, making the witch's voice sound so delightfully hazy and distant. An intoxicating ugly sweet smell of dusty spices, faint-smelling narcissus and vulgar aged wine filled his nostrils until insufferable stifling.
He gagged and coughed and sputtered at the disgustingly pleasing smell. It burned and clung to his throat as if it wished to slay him.
"About time you woke up…" said the wicked witch without much concern, but with plenty of coy languor.
A groan was all that escaped bruised lips and a shiver was all that moved his body. Images of bruising kisses that robbed of his stuttering breath, of razor-sharp blood-dipped nails scraping his stinging flesh and the pungent smell of strong spices and decay repulsing him as she spun her hypnotizing web flashed rapidly and dizzyingly in his mind as the dim candles flickered rather romantically in the background.
Heh heh, romantically...how amusing.
"It does bring back memories of our wonderful time together…"she mused quite haughtily.
He sneered as he stared at her, abhorring her more and more with every conscious moment. He detested her voice; that husky silken tone that taunted him mercilessly and spoke so many dark ugly promises in his ear.
"Where's Omi?" he asked as he watched the demon-witch woman wrap herself in clothes of silky ancient shimmering fabric of black once more through dulled bloodshot eyes.
Her haunting green eyes danced with amused flames. "Is that all you have to say after our little time together?" she pouted with the pique of a spoiled young girl that was besotted with her teasing lover.
The same colored eyes mirrored her annoyance and asked the same question with that heated glare that she so loved. But today of all days, when she had lavished her attentions upon him and what did he do? He did not praise nor swoon; he cried out the name of the water dragon in desperate tones and it left her feeling quite nasty.
"Raimundo, if you stay with me…there will be need for you to rescue the little water dragon…and perhaps getting killed in the process…Chase is obsessed with the boy and I can convince him to let you see him here and there…that is…if he is not preoccupied with him…" Wuya said in half-mocked, half-stated voice and a merry twisted smile.
Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly… was all the wicked witch thought in that heinous mind of hers.
"Omi will not suffer at all," came the darkly dripping voice of the wind dragon.
The witch then swooped down and laid one harsh unforgiving kiss upon the swollen lips of the wind dragon. Raimundo retched as he tasted the scorching breath of earthy decay, nauseating spices and resilient red-wine once more and winced as she bit his lip angrily and then she frowned as he glared at her threateningly.
"Fine. Follow me," she huffed and smiled her malevolent smile.
Oh, what a surprise awaited her little dragon...she could hardly contain herself.
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He could see and feel the looming figure through the dense bleak fog that danced upon his frozen skin. He had seen those glowing faded eyes gazing at him with ferocious intensity; it scared him for those eyes seemed to want to drink him up until there was nothing left. He had tasted the bittersweet flavor of peppermint and tea and an awful indistinguishable flavor that burned his throat. He had heard panicked frightened screams a while back that caused him to shiver and wonder who or what screamed so heartbreakingly…then it all went quiet.
The cold cruel wind gnawed at him and the vicious wicked fog suffocating him. The fearsome darkness clawed at him and played with him mercilessly.
Ah…
Those arms and those lips and those eyes were the only source of warmth in this dank place. He could only curl into that warmth and cling to this warm save haven. He didn't understand what was going on; why kisses and touches were bestowed upon him so callously gently, but he knew that this chased away the cold frightening darkness.
"Chase…" he muttered softly and was lulled back into blissful sleep.
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The child had fainted after his glass-shattering wail and lay still in his arms. He smiled against the crook of the boy's neck; thinking of how his plans had come into bloom. His slow and wicked plans that had been planted ever since he laid eyes on the nimble water dragon, and finally, here he was. Lying so peacefully in his grasp. Covered by a thin slinky blanket of deep emerald.
Curling into his warmth. And sighing like a kitten.
Not protesting nor struggling nor withering as the little water wielder would have done if he was aware of these happenings...but he was not.
The malicious dragon placed one single kiss on Omi's icy compliant lips and slipped away from bed quietly to prepare for the wind's coming. The foolish witch should be done with him by now…judging from the quietness that echoed throughout his lair after those annoying pained howls of the wind wielder.
And now the wind pulsed and throbbed with anger and resentment and utter hatred and churning around his cave-castle thickly. It was coming for its leader and friend and companion, but the almighty wicked dragon was not afraid of a mere unskillful child of the wind.
Let him come and complete his plans...
"Chase…"came the muffled whisper of the figure that occupied his bed along with the tantalizing sound of skin upon rustling silken sheets.
His dulled gold eyes flickered back to the bottle-green bed and licked his lips in triumph. He could not resist answering that slight whisper of his name, so he slinked back into his inviting bed to kiss and nip and bite at the already blushing lips of his protégé.
If the little one was already whispering his name in that caressing tone, then it was complete.
The child was his now, whether he knew it or not or whether he wanted it
And nobody was going to change that…not the wind nor the earth nor the fire nor the demon witch nor himself.
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They walked and they searched for the one place where the evil dragon never lingered much. The room of glittering gold and emerald shades; where the walls were of pure faded gold, where the floor was of sheer stone-marble and where wind could never hope to pass through so said the witch softly as they passed through the dank corridors.
There they found the child of water, laid upon the sheets of deep jade, sleeping peacefully against soft vivid green pillows; sighing serenely here and there. Dressed in beautifully made robes of vibrant green and gold. And he was unharmed in any sort of way; indicating from his rosy cheeks and the roundness of his still childish face.
And the dragon of eternal youth, sitting besides the dragon of water, smiled smugly at them as they entered whilst caressing the boy's flushed cheek.
"He is soft, is he not?" asked the evil dragon.
Raimundo gritted his teeth and clenched his hands while the power of the wind gathered there swiftly.
All the man of everlasting ashen skin did was to gather the water dragon in his arms and hold him close to his armored chest and looked back at the wind dragon with dark possessiveness igniting in his eyes and an insulting domineering leer.
"He is endearing, is he not?" queried the sinful reptile.
"Get your hands off of him…"the boy of the winds demanded softly as his eyes focused on those thin gloved hands.
The man with intense eagle eyes raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "What could you ever hope to do?" the creepy dragon questioned slyly.
And placed a lingering kiss upon the yielding lips of the water child.
Wuya smiled knowingly as her penetrating gaze witnessed Omi's 'beautiful charming' soul darkening. The annoying child's darling soul was fading slowly as the dragon frozen in age kissed him…heh heh…tenderly.
"He tastes like…sweet tea and honey, does he not," the malicious lizard cruelly questioned.
"And a bit like my favorite drink…wine…" the sinful reptile whispered quite cunningly.
And a bit like my favorite drink…wine…
The dragon of wind hurled himself with a guttural hoarse cry at the one licking his lips and who also gave him an arrogant twist of the lips. As Chase evaded his angered foolish attack, Raimundo snatched the fragile little body from his arms and swiftly dashed to the farthest corner that he could find and glared defensively at the smirking evil dragon with the water dragon clasped protectively.
"Did you have fun with the boy, Wuya?" Chase asked, playing the facade of a bored panther, though he kept his piercing gaze on the wind child.
The wicked witch laughed mirthlessly. "He was most accommodating in order to rescue the boy…he pleaded and begged so very softly for the safety of Omi…he tasted quite delicious as well." Her soft red lips curved into a smirk similar to the reptile's and her green eyes gave the come-hither look.
"You always did want more then you knew..." the witch mumbled in his ear.
Raimundo let out a whispered strangling cry as her words and their laughter and their mocking eyes bleeded into his soul. His very vulnerable soul; a soul that he could never allow this child to gain. So he clasped the dragon of the water tautly and sought solace in the warmth of the tiny little body as well as to protect the boy from the wicked evil ones that laughed at them.
He did not notice that black eyes had opened and stared at him helplessly. Eyes that comprehended muddled murky bits of what had just conspired among the three and eyes that extinguished soon afterwards.
Tasted quite delicious...
Accommodating...
For the safety of Omi...
"Raimundo?" Omi asked groggily as he stirred from his deep deep sleep of inky black shadows and murky mist.
The boy of the winds glanced down at the cherished delicate bundle in his arms and smiled wetly. The dragon of water's eyes widened as Raimundo gripped him in a choking hug whilst muttering desperate sweet nothings into his small shoulder.
"OmiohOmi…Iamsorelievedyou'refineandIamsosorry…sorrysorrysorry…Icouldn'thelp…" he muttered incoherently as his emotions overloaded when he saw the helpless confused look on the water wielder.
All Omi could do was allow himself to be hugged and hope that it would quiet Raimundo's beseeching mumbles.
The wind child gaspingly sobbed, turmoil ringing in his thickly accented voice. Chase's putrid smell overpowered Omi's clean scent of soap and white carnations and he could smell Wuya's aroma clinging to his own body and oh my, how it hurt and oh, how it made him miserable and how he wished it would end.
All the wicked dragon did was smirk. According to plan…
Omi gently twisted out of the sun-kissed boy's crushing grasp and stood feebly to face the ones responsible for their misfortune with an angered glare. He couldn't remember anything…nothing at all, except looming shadows that kissed and stole and raped his soul and the very coldness that chilled his bones.
"Why so upset?" Chase asked with feigned concern.
The dragon of the water did not utter a word, but merely stared at him with pained resentment. The dragon of wind did not show resent, but immense vehemence. Nobody uttered a word as the silence grew heavier with every passing moment.
"Mine…the child belongs to me…"the dragon finally hissed possessively to the storm-ridden boy.
Omi's eyes glittered with pained comprehension and fury at last and cried out to the water to help him as did Raimundo with his wind. Chase was merely wind-blown and waterlogged after their furious attacks ruined his exquisitely elegant chambers, yet his covetous stare continued to aggravate them.
The child of water let out a faltering cry as the golden eagle eyes stared at him and wilted to the marble-stained floor abruptly.
As Raimundo hurried over to the fallen dragon, the demon-woman prepared to assault the child of the waves and take what was hers.
Chase's precious little pet was not going to take that from her. She would kill the water dragon, regardless of the halfling dragon's obsession and wrath.
A gloved hand stopped her.
"Let them go…"
Wuya sneered. "Why?"
Chase smiled coldly. "I am through."
Raimundo dared not question the evil dragon's thinking, but simply swooped to grab the tiny water child and sprinted out the grand golden door, leaving memories and ordeals in that spacious suffocating dead room.
"Why?" Wuya hissed.
Those cruel bronze eyes glanced at the suddenly significant door briefly whilst a smile of assured certainty adorned colourless thin lips. "What is mine stays mine."
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Note: It shall be continued here.