FanKnight: o.o wow that's a lot of reviews…errrm right then here goes chapter 9! ready set! XIAOLIN SHOWDOWN!

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Golden locks of hair blocked all view for the dragon of water, the witch Sarah just laughed as she held Raimundo by his neck the sword of the storm dripping blood from his midsection, the wind dragon's eyes slowly dulling as a white orb flew from his body.

Sarah dropped the dragon and cackled, her voice like a razor to Omi's heart as tears flooded his eyes.

"No….no….NO!" Omi shouted, something holding him back, Ling just sneered at Omi her dark waters twisting around before smashing into Omi, he could feel it. His life draining away, with out Raimundo he had no will to summon his powers, no will to carry on…

"Omi…"

A faint voice called in the flood waters of Ling's attack.

"Omi….."

It called again causing the water dragons eyes to shoot open. Onyx eyes wavered a moment, pale hands coming to rub the sleep from them.

"What…another dream…." Omi whispered, his eyes traveling around to find himself in another's room. Confusion taking a hold only a moment before the night before hit him hard, a faint blush and a small smile came to him all at once as a sleeping Raimundo yawned and turned over.

Omi watched the dragon of the wind, his mind traveling to his dreams. Would that be Raimundo's fate? What of this new power? Would that be enough to stop the witches? With a small sigh the water dragon, slipped carefully from the warm covers to welcome a chilly morning.

He walked to the shen gong wu vault a smile to see it still sealed, and locked. Looking around however he jumped from wall to wall and then stopped sitting on the damp roof, morning dew glistening all around he watched the bright sun come up slowly. He knew he couldn't stay up there forever, but it was his only escape from the world.

The water dragon let his breath go as his eyes shut from the world, he felt different some how. Warmer in a sense he couldn't explain, upon opening his eyes he blinked really feeling warmer, he could feel a heart beat now, and the warm touch of skin.

"Trying to get away?"

A voice he knew all to well whispered gently in his ear. Raimundo.

The water dragon just leaned back, enjoying the calm morning, the feeling deep inside of him turning fast like his element was known to do.

"Raimundo…I have many questions…"

Omi said softly, still very confused on the recent events.

Raimundo just smiled to himself, "Well…I wear a size twelve shoe, my favorite color is green…" He murmured causing Omi to merely smile.

"Very funny my friend…my…" Omi stopped, he couldn't say it and his heart was racing. He could feel Raimundo tighten his grip around him and Omi blushed.

"It's ok…" Raimundo whispering gently as Omi just breathed.

"We must be going soon….we have much training to do…" He murmured jumping from the roof and landing on the ground softly. Raimundo watched him for a moment before following.

"Guys!" Kimiko's voice rang through the temple, something was happening something that she needed them right away for.

Both dragons ran fast and hard, only to see Kimiko on her knees, tears upon her eyes as the Shen gong wu scroll showed the next active wu.

"The Hurricane Broach…" she murmured as the symbols for the dragon of wind and the dragon of water combining merged into one, the scroll turning red a moment before it returned blank.

"Guys…" Kimiko began, Raimundo and her self looking at Omi, his face seeming pale as his dragon symbol appeared upon his forehead.

Raimundo's too appeared and with it the two collapsed, two white orbs flying from their bodies the two dragon spheres melded into one, the wing looking broach floating to Kimiko slowly, the symbols vanishing both boys seemed to be sleeping their chests rising and falling slowly.

Kimiko shook in shock, Master Fung frowning as the two dragons lay unconscious.

"So…it's begun…" He whispered, the foreshadowing of all to come.

FanKnight: Short I know! BLEH! DON'T HURT ME!