Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me nor will it ever…damn disclaimers…
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"Who are you?" Jack demanded in his usual brash fashion.
The little figure turned its head to the intruders and tilted its head. The wicked boy and witch gasped and gaped. Big yellow head. Tiny frail-looking body. It was the water dragon. Or so they thought…for his eyes were white.
"But you died!" the redheaded witch stated with unwavering conviction.
"Yeah! I saw you!" Jack shouted as he stared at the smiling child.
The boy blinked. "But I am right here…"
The two blinked and stared some more. It looked like the Dragon of the Water with his plump delicate features, but his clothing was as different as his colourless eyes. The clothing he donned was a simple tunic that shimmered in hues of emerald over gold-coloured pants and shirt, all held in place by a thin sash looped around his tiny waist; so very different from the dull pristine red monk robes.
Wuya narrowed her eyes and scowled, not yet convinced. "What is your name, boy?
The little one smiled at the strange lady. "Omi."
Both of them grimaced and gawked at the one calling himself Omi with disbelief and slight anger. The water dragon lived! They fought, they schemed and screamed, but there he was…staring at them with those creepy wide white eyes and bright smile-and…smile?
"Omi would never smile at us, he would leap up and shout useless nonsense and then fight!" the demon witch woman stated with bile rising in her throat.
Jack glanced once more at the so-called water dragon with unmasked curiosity and thought back to that day. Omi had leaped and bounced about with perfect skill and had almost defeated him, but Jack was smart and Jack was evil and had hatched a devious little plan. Quickly, he tripped the water dragon, thinking that Omi would only come out with bruised pride. How foolish he was… The next thing he knew, Omi was on the ground, the other Dragons sobbing and blood was invading the granite ground.
Yet here was the Dragon of the Water, sitting and smiling and bouncing some annoying blue ball as if nothing had happened! The curious boy stared some more at the child who sat there, smiling and breathing. It bothered him. Those stupid clothes, those stupid black slippers and that bronze sash with that stupid eye!
"Wait! Eye!" Jack cried, startling both the boy and Wuya.
"Eye?" Jack, what are you talking about?" Wuya demanded.
Jack gaped and blinked a bit at his new revelation. "The eye this kid wears is exactly the same as Chase's!"
Wuya's eyes shifted back to the child. There it was; that eye, Chase's eye. On the boy's sash.
Throughout these noisy words and accusations, the bored child turned his attention back to his glorious blue orb and laughed and smiled. His fun was stopped when sharp scarlet claws gripped his throat and dug into his tender skin. Screaming at once, he pleaded with the wicked witch to let go.
She smiled that cat-like smile of hers. "I see…"
The little boy was still squirming and crying and pleading in her gnarled cutting grasp, not seeing her knowing smile through his tears vision.
"See what?" Jack whined as he folded his arms across his chest.
The witch released the poor dangling water dragon with dismissive disgust and ignoring the surprised pained squeal. Again, she smiled quite confidently; so sure of what she understood. Poor Jack. He could only watch as her reassured poise creeped back into her elegant frame once more, watch as pride peeked proudly from those jade eyes once again and as her smile regained its egotistical smirk.
"You are not prepared for what I know," she stated rather wisely with a tinge of smugness.
He scowled. "So you won't tell me who or what this thing is?" he asked, pointing a finger at the scared cowering child that cried so softly in a corner.
Wuya smirked. "The boy is dead," she declared with gusto.
The "dead" child let out a gasping cry at her very words. "I am not dead…I am right here…" he said with the shaky conviction.
"He is not dead. He is of flesh and blood."
The wicked woman and boy froze as the steel-covered velvet voice sent waves of goosebumps down their spines. "Omi" dried his furious tears, smiled wetly and ran to the source of the deadly voice.
Chase allowed the boy to cling to his leg quite tightly whist sneering at the intruders and baring his sharp teeth as a warning.
"Am I dead?" the child whispered against the silky fabric of his pants.
Russet eyes narrowed to mere slits; only allowing Wuya and Jack and their incompetence in their murky sight. He smiled a cold stinging smile right then.
"Omi is of flesh and blood, "he snarled impassively.
Wuya and Jack cringed. The evil dragon's face had become sharper, his lips pulled back to threaten them with white knife-pointy teeth and his muddled bronze eyes bore into them, telling them never to question him. It was a simple harmless challenge.
The sinister dragon changed masks as he spoke to the frightened shivering boy christened Omi. "You are alive, little one. You must never doubt me," he spoke gently with hypnotizing undertones.
"Yes," the boy replied with full trust. He must never waiver.
Wuya frowned with furrowed brows as Chase smiled a fake gentle smile. Creepy…
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--Sigh-- I could finally get this posted…its been ready for quite some time. My house burning slightly was a minor setback and Whispers (My more loved child) and Empty White Eyes (My second not-so-loved child) will continue now without a hitch now that I regained my computer.