Disclaimer: Seriously, do people read this? I could just put "blah blah somethingsomethingsomething blah in place of "I don't own shit" and no one would notice...

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Jack never quite willing stepped into Chase's gloomy lair ever again...only when Wuya beckoned him or when Shen-gong-wu lured him. Though, never, not once did he enter that hauntingly beautiful glass stained room that hid a small white-eyed child.

This only pleased the dragon, but displeased him as well. Omi asked constantly for his strange red-headed friend, wailed for the "nice" redhead and refused all of Chase's persevering touches until he saw the redhead again.

In return, the man of everlasting sallow skin disregarded his mewls and pleas and wails. Though, soon, the round-cheeked child quieted and accepted his caressing kiss and fiery touches once more.

One day, as they sat on the sweet smelling grass, Chase uttered Jack's name in blatant disgust in one of his poisoned Evil Xiaolin Tales.

"Who is Jack?" Omi asked as his thin brows furrowed in confusion.

All he received was a breath-stealing kiss and a faint answer of…

"Nobody..."

As the seasons died and rose, the half-dragon realized that the little one will never learn the deceased Omi's dance. In frustration and boiling sweltering rage, the dragon flew from his cave-castle, leaving the fragment imprisoned in the glass room.

The child pined and cried and whined. Still, the dragon did not heed his pleas, but the boy still waited and stayed for the golden-painted dragon. He waited, all alone in that lovely emerald-blue tinged room; even though the cackling witch's cackle frightened him as he lay in the lingering slightly lightened shadows.

Until one day, he awoke, dry-eyed and bushy-tailed and cried no more for the black-haired ashen-skinned man. And didn't remember who he cried for.
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On a cool moist evening set for lovers, the eagle-majestic man returned to his grand rock pillar of a castle. It had been too dull and drab as he traveled the land and he couldn't not conquer the world if he was bored, now could he? So he returned and had a cup of tea and peppery soup and strolled over to the grand glass room.

He creeped and slinked into the shadows, wanting to surprise the boy...and in one quick swoop, he laid a chaste kiss.

To say that the child was frightened would be an understatement. He screamed as the unknown person with bronze eyes and long wild black hair seized him and laid lips against his own. He squirmed and twisted, shocked by the foul-tasting kiss.

Chase was baffled, for once. Never had Omi screamed and kicked so much at him, not even at the eve that stole away with his innocence. Never had he sputtered and spat at his kisses or recoiled from his touches.

"Who are you?" the child demanded as he clung to the weeping willow in fear and revulsion.

"I am the one you swore loyalty to…" Chase muttered as he continued his road of fumbling confusion.

Never had Omi's colourless eyes stared at him so terrifyingly. Never had he forgotten him...he had only forgotten Jack...

In red-hot rupturing anger, he laid one harsh kiss on Omi's trembling lips and growled and tugged at the exquisitely emerald-gold robes.

He gagged. The taste of sweets was so overpowering and it lingered so strongly...

Once upon a time, he remembered a kiss. A kiss tasting of lightly sugared honey tea. A kiss that wasn't supposed to taste of candied treats.

In the mist of remembrance, the child took advantage and called out to his borrowed water abilities and tried to vanquish this evil intruder that intruded upon his serenity. In retaliation, Chase did nothing, but merely stood there with damp hair and clear droplets obscuring his vision.

And he remembered black eyes that stared at him so painfully sad. This child's eyes were white, not black. White. White. White.

The next thing that filled his white splashed vision was ribbons of scarlet red and all that filled his ears was the sound of a light thump.
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The witch looked beautifully spine-tingling in the midst of charming picturesque glass. Her heavy morbid burgundy locks harmonized with the splatters of macabre cherry hues that defiled and uglied the sparkling blue waters and vibrant multihued floor. The long purple hem of her silken satin gown absorbed the icky blood; and her dainty little feet of golden bronze dipped ever so gracefully into the red thick syrupy water fluid as she stepped closer.

But most creepy of all, her emerald eyes glowed in the dead sheen of the glass and reflected the tragedy in perfect clarity.

And right now, those python emerald hued eyes narrowed. So the dragon had finally figured it out...

Her full red lips did what they usually did and she clapped her hands in delight as she surveyed the scene before her.

The perfect inorganic body of the water dragon was laid haphazardly in the wet jaded grass. His exquisite clothes took in the newly painted blood and made the tiny body seem like a perversed perfect sacrifice. Well...mostly perfect...his once flawless little body bore the crazed animal's cutting obsessive displeasure.

And standing over the frail broken bloodied body was the selfish dragon, looking as if nothing was wrong-as if this "child's" death was a minor setback.

"This child was born without a soul and you never realized it! Jack realized after tasting the boy's empty taste," Wuya taunted as she swooned and delighted in this misery.

The crimson gold dragon turned to the blood-dipped demon witch and smiled. "I can create him again."

Then he frowned and brooded. This dragon of fire and darkness appeared so nonchalant in the mass of rivulet blood, but he was furious over this turn of events. All of his work, all of his carefully laid plans and expectations were shattered once he understood that the child he created in the water dragon's image was indeed a husk; a soulless vessel that housed only the powers of water. His mouth sneered and his sinuous muscles tensed as thoughts plagued him.

"Omi shall walk this earth once more...and he shall not be a mere fragment, for he shall be whole."

He laughed dryly, Wuya smiled wickedly for dark humor was promised and the magnificent golden door closed slightly to hide the wicked play forever more from our prying eyes.
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Well, that's the end of this fabricated little tale and I am quite happy that it is finished for it took me months of headaches to develop. Not quite what I intended it to be...but it was alright. Now what I intend to do is develop one-shots that linger in my notebook. In some, I delve in uncharted waters (for me)...

I need Chase/Omi, I need Zim/Dib...I need Riku/Sora...I need Kurama/Hiei...I need Draco/Harry...I need Mamoru/Usagi...I need Demando/Usagi...damn; I just need to read something awesome.

Thanks to everybody who reviewed this! I appreciate it all very very much...