Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me.
Dedicated to starvoidangel.
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"Who? What? When? Why?" Jack demanded shrilly.
Chase glared at him. "The boy is sleeping," he growled as he gestured to the tiny child in his lap.
The evil genius glowered. It looked creepy…the water dragon sleeping in the wicked dragon's lap…the picture he never thought to see. The half-dragon's slender hands stroking the soft plump cheek and golden eyes menacingly dark with dangerous obsession was even creepier.
Chase grimaced and gestured for them to hear him. "The boy must never be seen…you must never speak of his existence…"
"Surely you must want to use his powers…" Wuya argued with pursed lips, the prospect of having a dragon on their side was appealing.
"The child has no powers," the dragon lied smoothly.
Jack and Wuya stared at the new Omi with shock. No powers…? That certainly destroyed their hoped advantage.
"Besides…he is mine and mine only," Chase whispered darkly as his arms tightened around the small figure.
He changed his mind, Omi was a delight to have around; he liked petting and holding and teaching the little one. All of his hard work will not be ruined by Jack or Wuya or those Dragons. Omi shall never be seen…he shall stay by his side as he had always wanted.
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And so it went. The evil dragon taught and molded and kissed and petted the reborn dragon while Jack and Wuya watched with dubious disgust, although, Wuya laughed cynically here and there. They could only witness in morbid fascination when the man who never aged gave the child another splendid room.
Ah, the room. It was beautiful, stunning and breath-taking and glooming saddening. Trees with jewelry of dropping emerald dewdrops besieged the glass encased room, little flowers of all shimmering colours sat about quite lazily on the lush olive-green grass, but most stunning of all was the thunderous waterfall that drizzled down upon the proud weeping willow and sprinkled and delighted the green grass.
But if one was to glimpse past the pretty masquerade of the breath-stealing room, one would see that were no windows to peek into the more beautiful scenery below. The sparkling glass was gorgeously made, but if a tree crashed upon it, it would never shatter. All that this beautiful exquisite lovely little room was a secret prison given to the child of the waves by the selfish dragon.
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In between Shen-gong-wu battles with the still-saddened Dragons, Jack had begun a new friendship, but not with the traitorous allies that he so clings to. No, it was with the little child that he once hated, but now pitied for the boy spent his days in the beautiful facade room or in the arms of Chase.
At this moment, the redhead was watching the boy that sat serenely along the waterbed to watch the few colourful fish that swam swiftly to and fro. The coward of a boy thought about the one called Omi and the deceased Omi and how they only mirrored their features. This one was sweeter, nicer, and tragic and had less of an ego whilst the other was more playful, bolder and arrogant.
He sighed once more. This boy was tainted by the dragon's claws whilst the other child was as pure as this sheathing glass. He could see and smell Chase in that tiny little one.
"Jack!" the boy called from the other side. "I am hungry."
"I can't feed you, only Chase can," Jack replied as he scowled. The scaly reptile was in complete control of the boy; telling him those twisted fabricated stories, giving him the foods he approved of and only paying attention when he wanted to.
The child nodded, his smile accepting and understanding. He had spent months in the dragon's appraising gaze and had grown accustomed to his hectic and sly attentions. He knew the man of this bleak lair better then anyone for he spent time in the reptile's golden-emerald room.
Jack kept staring and scowling more and more as his thoughts and this boy and Chase's ridiculous obsession upset him. The child's bestowed name bothered him; Omi, Omi, Omi, Omi. He was not Omi and will never be; Omi died in that showdown.
"You need a name," Jack viciously declared.
The small 'reincarnation' blinked. "I have a name…" He did not understand his new friend; his friend would usually sit on that tickling grass, put on a serious sad face when he looked at him or be happy and vivacious and would play with him…but then his friend would scowl and yell at the water, scream his name once over and over and mumble and then he would sulk off and then he would be alone again until Chase came with his peppermint kisses.
Jack thought and mulled over a name for the little one whilst the child indulged his own thoughts. Not Jack nor Allan, for they were ordinary common names, but an extraordinary meaningful name. A name, a perfect name, came like a whisper into his mind; a name that tugged at his subconscious and his humor. A name that his mother once spoke of; a name murmured among wanton beings.
"Didier," he declared with barely held mirth.
The little one frowned. He couldn't pronounce the name and he did not like it. It wasn't the name Chase gave him and he wanted no other.
"I do not want that name," he protested.
The boy smirked. "Too bad. It's your name now," he stated harshly. Because you're not Omi.
The child whined and fretted and cried. "But Chase will get angry!"
Jack scowled, swooped down to grasp the boy's shoulder. "He will never know and you won't tell him!" he soothed brutally as the little one wailed and withered.
The one called Didier by Jack sadly smiled. If the dragon never knew and if his friend was happy...then it was fine with him...sort of.
His name was still Omi. Not Didier.
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One part of this story is indirectly from starvoidangel's Ocean's Void. Can anyone guess? Or more importantly, can S.V.A guess? Or more important, will she strangle me for using it?