Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me.

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The child cries hysterically. The child just cries and cries in his little makeshift bed and kicks his little feet. The child wails for the warmth of a mother, he wails for food, he wails for cleanliness and he wails for something else. He doesn't know what to do. He feeds him and clothe him...the child should be silent and happy, but he just cries.

"Maybe he's hungry again?" the green little dragon suggested from the floor as he peered up at the small squirming infant.

The haggard man could only sigh as he scooped the screaming child in his arms. Now his wailing echoed further in his poor abused ears and he could only groan. The little dragon, as haggard as him, handed him the warm bottle that was filled with luscious milk with a weary smile. The child refused the milk and cried even louder as it dribbled down his chin.

"Yesh, that kid has got some lungs..."the dragon commented with an pained voice as he covered his ears. "Why are we keeping him, Master Fung?"

"For the last time, Dojo...his mother left him and so he has nobody to take care of him," Master Fung patiently answered. He glanced at the wailing baby once again. "Perhaps he needs a bath..."

Gentle calloused fingers unclothed the little one and carried him over to the sink. Dojo filled it with lukewarm water and watched as Fung washed the newborn with careful hands. As he was being cleansed, the infant cried loudly and squirmed, protesting every single drop of water.

"You fed him, you washed and now you're changing him...what else could he possibly want?" Dojo huffed whilst draping himself over the child's bed.

"I do not know..." Fung muttered as he held the still-wailing boy. "I do not know how to care for children. I haven't seen any children in these hills nor mothers taking care of their children..."

"You could give him to the orphanage..." Dojo implied impishly.

"No! The child's mother asked me to care for her son and I have my word."

But! We don't know what...to...do? Hey, the kid's quiet!" Dojo cried.

Fung glanced down to the infant and truth be told, he was quiet and his eyes were half-closed.

"What? Why?" Fung whispered. Then he noticed; in his argument with Dojo, he had started to rock his arms because he didn't want Dojo to agitate the infant further.

"Just keep doing that," Dojo muttered.

Slowly and with their breaths being held, the child was lulled to sleep. And all that was heard was quiet breathing.

"Awww, he looks kinda cute like that, you know, all quiet," Dojo remarked as he and Fung now took the time to marvel at the sleeping child that was dumped so unceremoniously in their care.

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This tale was called Carpe Diem because taking care of child requires one not to waste a single moment, in my opinion. Also, I wanted to expand on the parental relationship Fung probably has towards Omi, so these will be short drabbles and some side stories.