Rating: K+
S — Showdown
Harsh wind soared across the arena, dirt crumbling beneath their feet. Hannibal Bean dove into the ground, scarcely avoiding the sharp ice aimed his way.
On the side-lines stood Kimiko, captivated by the showdown in front of her. A 3v3 against Jack Spicer, Wuya, and Hannibal Bean. She watched Hannibal's attempts to fight Raimundo, hellbent on revenge, only for Omi to continually block his path.
Jack's high-pitched scream and Clay dusting his hands showed that one was out of the fight.
Kimiko's eyes were back on Raimundo, effortlessly holding his own against the ancient witch. She couldn't help the proud smile rise on her features.
It wasn't often she got the chance to watch him fight, his usual sparring partner being herself.
As the showdown continued, two soon became one against the Xiaolin –– Hannibal the remaining opponent. Taking the opportunity, Raimundo held back, whispering something before jumping in. The quiet whispers travelling through the air.
"Hope you're enjoying the view,"
Smirking at his words, Kimiko chuckled, "Damn right I am,"
"How can a leader allow such pointless distractions?"
Turning to face the voice, Kimiko forced the surprise behind the calm façade. Glaring at the man before her.
"Didn't think you were showing up for this one,"
Chase grinned, sharp teeth showing as he took a step forward.
"Bold of you to assume I came for the Wu,"
His grin widened; his eyes focused on the young woman. "You're going to do something for me, Kimiko,"
"And what would that be?" she growled.
"Be a good hostage,"
His fist connected with her nose; her world suddenly clouded with pain. The dizzying surroundings blurred before her. Disoriented by the world around her, Kimiko barely registered the hold on her wrists, pulling her away.
A flash of light blinded her remaining vision. Her captors hold tightening on her wrists.
"Kimiko?"
Omi?
"Kim!"
Raimundo…
"You'll know where to find us," the voice behind her spoke.
Who was she with again?
"Let her go, Chase," Raimundo growled.
Oh. Chase.
Oh.
The free hand grabbed her throat, pinning her against his chest. Sharp gasps for air inhale dark smoke as their bodies teleport to the infamous lair.
"They weren't supposed to know," Raimundo muttered.
"We can't be sure he knows," Clay attempted.
"Out of any of you, he took her," his hands grasped at his hair. "It's Chase we're talking about, he knows,"
"We shall fix this," Omi promises.
After all, it was their Kimiko. Raimundo's Kimiko.
To be continued... Chapter 25 — Young.
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