Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me.
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He held the fragile little body against him and bestowed kisses on that delicate, knowing and delighting in those breathy little sighs.
"Do not get too distracted, Omi," he chastised as held the child's captured frail wrist.
Omi sighed with all the frustration in his body. He did not understand; did not understand why he must leap and dance away from Chase. He always failed miserably, anyway...
Chase frowned as he caught Omi once more. The child should know all the beautiful sinuous movements that his Dragon of the Water once knew...but this child kept stumbling and fumbling the dance.
Omi cringed. He saw the disappointed gleam in Chase's eyes and he detested it. He always disappointed the dragon for reasons that he did not know. The boy bit his lip and tried concentrate more.
Oh...
That reddened lip...
The ghastly man cunningly slid the child to him and lavished his lips with profound relish. He couldn't help it; this young boy coloured his monochrome vision reminiscent of the other child who splattered his toneless listless foresight. This one's bitterly sweetened demeanor drove him to caress, to kiss and to possess like some wounded starving creature.
Once he was satiated, he pulled away from Omi. "Let us continue..." he rasped, savoring the light sugared sweets that lingered so persistently and delightfully in his mouth.
The child sighed and groaned angrily at the words and prepared to dart away from Chase once more.
Chase sighed and groaned disappointedly. Omi was still fumbling the dance that the other child knew so well. Failing in the dance that boiled his blood. Ah...at least the child was adorable. But that still did not satisfy him! He wanted-no, needed the waltz that the deceased little one used to perform so invitingly. And this child performs it so poorly...the immortal man sighed. He'll keep installing information into that new perfect body until he is pleased.
Omi shall never escape from him again.
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"Didier..."
The child glanced up from his abundance of tender juicy fruits and perked up at the voice that uttered his different name and peered at the wiry youth who sat under the drooping lazy weeping willow with unveiled curiosity.
Jack beckoned him with black gloved fingers and a gentle smile. Didier beamed happily and waddled over to the young genius and sat besides him, expecting a passionate tale about frightening evil dragon children once again.
No, he did not hear a vicious fairy-tale about wicked Xiaolin monks that always managed to sent a shiver of fear down his spine, instead he got silence. A silence that swept through the blades of grass, that hovered over the waterfall and swayed the flowers; a sort of comfortable silence.
A sort of sad silence.
That emitted from his ashen-skinned friend. Didier scooted closer to Jack and curled up in his soft lap, offering whatever solace he could without knowing what was the matter.
The redhead stilled and stiffened as the child's arms ensnared him quite kindly; no one had ever held so delicately and so gently. It was kinda nice...A soft accepting sigh escaped his lips as the warm little breezes blew past them.
Jack smiled sleepily and cuddled the child to him. He has known Didier for months now and quiet affection was what this boy offered and he so needed it. Because he felt guilty.
Didier, was happy to soothe his dear strange friend and Jack, was thinking of Didier's mirror image that had cracked so long ago.
They stayed curled up in the dewy grass for quite some time and the humid breezes lulled them to sleep under the protective weeping willow.
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Wuya laughed as she witnessed these events and giggled at the two foolish boys, like a frivolous young girl gloating over silly lovers.
They lavished attention on the small child; one seeing the truth (half-truth, mind you) and hating it and one blind and delighting, but so very painstakingly close to the truth.
And the boy accepted their attentions; not aware of his somewhat morbid birth and origins-origins that plagued both of the stupid boys and whose innocence blinded them to the truth she knew.
The truth that caused her to have some sympathy for the boy...because they will hate him once they learn of what-or rather, what did not lurk in his white eyes.
Poor poor Omi...or Didier, as she preferred to call him
Having to live with fools.
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A peppermint kiss...
A cinnamon spice kiss...
Which one does he want? Does it matter which one he wanted...?
The child of the waves could only ponder as Jack stilled and quivered.
And ran. With the taste of candied sweets in his mouth.
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"Say the name that you called him..."
Jack refused to utter those syllables; not out of fear, but out of defiance...of what, though? He did not know.
The dragon of perpetual youth hissed at the whelp's silence and repeated his question in calloused dulcet tones. Jack finally stirred and replied ever so calmly; so unusual for the brash vociferous boy.
"Didier. I called him Didier..." came the impudent response.
One elegant eyebrow raised and a bark of laughter echoed and bounced in the golden-bronze room. He knew the meaning of the name so well...panted amongst beautiful brothel-like girls of hardened curls and jaded eyes and handsome cruel teasing men of smooth smiles and sleek hair in those smoky places of lust and lure intertwined.
"Amusing, Spicer, truly amusing, but he is Omi and he shall always be Omi," Chase said with pointed eloquent pauses in between that added to his menace.
Jack stilled once again and tasted the empty bitter sugar treat that came from "Didier's" poisoned mouth. "He is not Omi..." he said with a faint fatality in his voice. "He has white eyes."
"I do not care anymore. He is not Omi," he declared.
Red luminous eyes stared into dulled golden ones briefly.
"Omi died. Face it."
With that simple distraught statement, Jack walked away from the owner of an unreflecting mirror.
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College stinks. I am doing my best to do well in all my classes in order to create Muniyeka(a business between me and two others). But it stinks. Keeping me away from my fanfiction and unwritten ideas...Anway, hope you enjoy it blah blah blah and so forth and so on.
P.S: I need ChaseOmi-ness...dies And whats with this talk about Raimundo becoming leader? Am I missing something? --pouts-- There goes many of my plot bunnies...