Hi Again! I made this while being in school, which got me in a lot of Troubles with the teachers. Lol.
Disclaimer: Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me.
Sick Of You
Chapter 2
When they reached the temple, they where soaked to the bone, and it was already late; the sky was navy blue.
It was Master Fung who received them briefly.
"Master Fung, we have been kicked on our buttocks by Jack Spicer" Said Omi with his head bowed down.
"Kicked on our buts, Omi." Corrected Raimundo
"That too"
They have bathed and changed into dry clothes, and went to eat something before going to sleep. For only being four, there was an awkward silence between them.
"I can't believe Jack thought of a plan like that" Said Kimiko to break the silence.
"Yes, Raimundo was beaten quite shamefully," said Omi before taking a bite.
"How come is my fault, Omi?" Asked Raimundo in indignation.
"For what you and Clay told us, you had the Wu on your hand" Kimiko said.
"It got snatched when I was caught of guard!" Protested Raimundo.
"A Xiaolin Warrior must never let his guard down"
"It's not like it's the First Wu we lost, Omi!" Said Raimundo in frustration, suddenly loosing all appetite. "I'm not feeling well, may I be excused?" He said standing up and leaving before anyone could say something.
He threw himself in his futon and started gazing at the roof. He felt quite frustrated. Not only did he felt like a fool for some reason, but also he felt like he was suffocating!
He sneezed before falling on a slight slumber.
It was already early in the morning when he waked up due to Clay's alarm, feeling tired, dead tired. Every muscle on his body felt numbed, and his vision was still foggy. He felt like crap. He got up slowly, having a hard time focusing on one thing. The others where already eating when he finally finished dressing up.
He went to eat breakfast with them, but since he didn't have any appetite, he only ate a slice of bread. That was the only thing he ate before it was time for classes with the monks.
((AN: is an abuse, or against the law, to private a child from being educated. (Well, that's here, in Puerto Rico) but they are still kids so… they must still receive education… somehow, no? I'm so sorry!)) (1)
Geometry sucked. And it was a fact. He understood some, but the other went down the drain. Math was so much better.
And to make matters worse, Omi was better on it than him. It hurt his pride dearly. But he guesses it had to do with being with the monks since child… Still, that didn't make him feel better.
"Raiblah blah blah" he thanked God, for the ability if ignoring people, especially Omi. He didn't Omi to rub in it his face, that's for sure.
History was better for him. Oh yes, history was easier. He didn't have to burn his mind on it. But he still thought of it as useless. Yet, he certainly didn't needed Master Fung lecturing him about "Those who doesn't learn from History Are doomed to repeat it" stuff.
If only he could recall whatever happened in Japan, in 1600. (2)
Latin. The base of all languages. How he hated it. Sure enough, it wasn't as hard as Chinese… scratch that. It was equally hard. And he still had problems with Chinese! That's too much!
Now now… What did Dissimilis Vita, and Dissimilis Sententia meant again? (3)
It was already Mid-day, when Raimundo finished taking classes with the monks, and was heading to eat. This morning had been horrible for him! He couldn't concentrate! Nada, zip, zero. And to make matters worse… he still felt tired from this morning.
Raimundo stopped when he saw the table of food. The others where waiting for him, but he couldn't shake the bad feeling he had. Not the kind of, "Oh something bad gonna happen, run away!" dramatic, but more like, "If I eat more I'll puke, and I'll make sure it lands on Omi" kind. He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him jump instinctively.
"Raimundo, Are you not going to eat with us?" Asked Master Fung stoically.
"Huh…? Ah… Yes…" Said Raimundo, before he sat down. He looked at the food before him, and force himself to eat. Oh yes, he'll make sure it falls on Omi. Maybe, he'll be lucky and some falls on Kimiko's hair too.
Now, it was training time. He must say, he preferred this above anything else. Exercising. He loved how the word sounded.
The new way of training, especially designed by Master Fung, involved trying to take each other's Shen Gon Wu, before time ends. Not only that, but the winner was against Master Fung. How did an old geezer managed to win against four healthy young teens? Easy, by experience, something blessed by age.
It was now his turn against Clay. Meaning that he will have to learn how to break a wall of brick if he wanted to make this one fall.
"Fist Of Tebigong: Earth!" Screamed Clay, doing his assault.
Raimundo was doing his best to dodge all of them, and land his assault, but Clay wasn't giving room for him to attack. And to add Matters worse: He felt like he was getting weaker, slower, and it was harder to think straight.
Scratch the previous statement. Breaking a wall of bricks will be easier than to make Clay fell on his butt.
He suddenly saw an opening, so he made his move to assault him, when he suddenly fell to the ground, exhausted. Every part of his body was screaming for rest, his vision was blurry, and his breathing was raspy.
'Oh god! Don't let this be a cold! Darn it! I new I shouldn't have gotten out of bed!' Though Raimundo in fright, ' And certainly not now when everyone was watching!'
Perhaps, if he learned how to pray, he could have stayed awake a tiny bit more.
Raimundo was lying on a futon, with the other dragons looking at him worriedly. Master Fung was changing the cloth on his forehead, and Dojo was checking his temperature with a thermometer.
"Raimundo's sickness is called," said Dojo with serious voice, making everyone held their breaths. "A common cold" a lot of sighs of relief could be heard at this. Kimiko punched Dojo on the head at this.
"Don't scare us like that again, Dojo!" Kimiko glared at the small gecko, currently taking shelter on Master Fung's shoulder.
"Urgh…" moaned Raimundo, sitting up, with much difficulty. Omi, seeing this, helped him.
"Raimundo, child, how are you feeling?" Asked Master Fung, looking at Raimundo concernedly, yet his voice was calmed.
"First, I'm not a child, second, besides feeling like Clay just fell on me, I'm fine, I guess…" He said, trying to focus his vision a little bit more.
"Master Fung, will Raimundo stay on bed tomorrow?" Asked Omi concerned, giving Raimundo a glass of water.
Master Fung looked at Raimundo, as in studying his condition, before he replied, "Yes Omi. He will stay to rest."
Of course, if Raimundo could express how happy he felt at the moment, he might choke his water.
Next morning was definitely the best Raimundo had, ever since he came to the Xiaolin Temple. Not only did he sleep as much as he wanted, but breakfast on the bed and Omi serving him had been a blast.
Scratch everything again. Getting sick was a blast.
But perhaps, the tiny tug he felt in his heart was quilt? Nah. Definitely, it wasn't.
Author's note: 08/31/05
I made this in school… and now, the teachers are mad at me…--;
I'm really sorry I don't know how to explain it well, but monks do receive education… so I guess I made it like:
7:30am – 11:30 am (morning) Educational
1:00pm – 5:00pm or up to 8:00pm (noon) Physical Training.
Battle of Sekigahara The greatest battle in the history of Japan, which took place in fall of 1600, and ended the years of civil war in Japan. Following Sekigahara, All Japan will be ruled by one Shogun.
Shogun The supreme ruler of Japan during the Edo Era.Dissimilis Vita, Dissimilis Sententia Different Life Different Mind/Thought.
Reviews:
Kosmic: I'll die from the Honor it'll be! O.O
Shadow: but… Jacks cute sometimes….
t87gan: Go to Gaia. I'm almost always there.
dArkliTe-sPirit: blushes thanks for the compliments!