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Chapter 2:
Kimiko's POV:
I woke up to the worst noise coming from the kitchen, I groaned and rolled over.
"Kimiko," Sam peaked from the bathroom, her hair was wet and she smelled of lavender and lilac.
"Wha?" I moaned.
"Dojo wants you to take a shower, and come for breakfast," she said, I looked up, she was in a navy blue shirt that had the words 'Easily Distracted' on it, and a pair of light blue jeans, she was barefoot, her brunette hair clung to her heart shaped face…how I wished to be that pretty, she said we are equally beautiful, she is going to be proven wrong someday.
"Okay, just tell him to stop singing," I groaned.
"I already tried," she said a frown on her lips.
"He can be so annoying," I said getting out of bed.
"Nice room, but it's a little to, 'I'm the type of girl who wears pink all the time'…Kimiko, how can you like this color," she groaned. My room was mostly pink, but it also had a lot of black.
"Just go shut Dojo up," I said.
"Alright," she said raising her hands walking out of the bathroom into her own room. I sighed and got ready to take a shower, after my shower I put on a red shirt that said 'Princess/Brat' with a picture of a crown, a pair of dark blue jeans, and a pair of black flip-flops. I walked out of the bathroom hearing that Dojo had stopped singing; I sighed in relief, and walked to the kitchen. On the table were toast, eggs, bacon, waffles, bagels, butter, jam, and tea. Sam was sitting next to Dojo in his disguised form, he didn't look to happy.
"Hey Kimiko," Sam grinned.
"Sorry I woke you," Dojo mumbled.
"Oh it's okay," I smiled, "we need to get the store ready for business."
"She's right, we need to do all the stuff," Sam said.
"I took care of it this morning, we have stocks, and I decided to stick with Dojo's Art and Music Studio, all we need to do is put up a sign," he grinned.
"Cool," I said.
"You two will be my honored employees, and the basement, strictly for training," he said.
"Oh, why would we want to go to the basement anyways?" Sam asked.
"To rent it out," he stated.
"Oh fine," we pouted.
"Plus there is an antique shop next door," he grinned.
"That's cool, you know how much Sam and I are into retro," I said.
"So, when will the stock arrive?" Sam asked.
"It arrived early, all we need to put you two's art on display, and organize the music," Dojo said.
"I'll handle the music," Sam announced.
"Then that leaves me to the art work," I said. We began to dig into the food, when there was a knock on the door to the ally.
"You two go get it," Dojo said, still eating.
"Okay," Sam said. We rushed down the stairs and opened the door. A man and a woman stood there.
"Hi," I said a small smile on my face.
"Hi, I live next door," the woman smiled a gentle motherly smile.
"Uh…hi," Sam said shyly.
"Sorry, she's really shy when she meets new people," I smiled, "she'll be really talkative when you get to know her."
"Well, that's okay," the man said with a thick Brookline accent.
"Do you two live on your own?" the woman asked in shock.
"No, we have a foster father, he's just upstairs," I smiled, "my name is Kimiko, and this is Samantha, or Sam." I stuck my hand out to shake the woman's hand.
"April," she said, "and this guy here is Casey."
"Cool," I said.
"So, what is your foster father's name?" she asked.
"It is kinda funny, his name is Dojo," I said, scratching the back of my head. The two had the strangest looks on their faces…and it made me feel uncomfortable.
"Oh, that's a nice name," April said, smiling a bit.
"Yeah, he's pigging out right now," Sam giggled.
"Well, I just wanted to let you know, I'll be visiting your shop," April said, "it was nice meeting you." We said good bye and watched as they left.
"Well, let's get to work," I sighed.
-That Night-
"So…hungry!" Sam whined, "I want food!"
"Where are those pizzas Dojo ordered?" I asked.
"I got them," Dojo walked in the apartment, "why did you girls want three pizzas?"
"We're extra hungry…duh," Sam said.
"Yeah," I said, "besides, we don't want your soup surprise."
"WILL YOU EVER LET ME LIVE THAT DOWN!" Dojo shouted.
"Fine," I pouted.
"Are there any Shen-gong-wu here?" Sam asked.
"Yep, mostly in this area," he said.
"Whopty dinkle doo," I said.
"Ooo, can we eat on the fire escape?" Sam asked.
"Be careful…and don't use your Xiaolin Powers unless they're Heylin side," Dojo said.
"Okay," we sighed.
"He's worse than Clay, and he's like our brother," Sam whispered.
"I HEARD THAT!" Dojo shouted.
"PUT THE MIND READING CONCH AWAY!" I yelled.
"I DON'T WANT TO YOU…PERSON!" Dojo shouted.
"Nice comeback," Sam snickered.
"SAMMY, YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!" Dojo shouted.
-April's POV-
"Those two are nice," Casey said.
"Yeah, but don't you think it's odd that their foster father's name is Dojo," I said skeptically.
"No," he shrugged; I sighed and began to dust one of the many antiques in my shop.
"I gotta go, I'm meeting up with Raph tonight," Casey said.
"You better not kill anyone," I said, waving the duster in his face.
"I WON'T!" he laughed. I sighed as I watched him leave, he better not kill anyone.
I closed my shop, and walked to my apartment, I noticed that Donnie was standing there, and the window was open, and hysterical laughter reached my ears.
"New neighbors?" he asked.
"Yeah, two girls, and their foster father," I said, "have you met any person named Dojo?"
"No," Don said, "have you?"
"Their foster father is named Dojo," I stated.
"Okay," he said.
"I remember your first Shen-Gong-Wu hunt," Kimiko's voice laughed, "you were so, what do we do, who is that, why is there a dragon here?"
"Not funny," Sam's voice whined, "I had no idea what I was doing! And how was I supposed to know that Dojo wasn't the only dragon!"
"We should have told you, but no, Rai thought it best for you to find out on your own," Kimiko groaned.
"Okay, what are they talking about?" I asked.
"Well, at least you weren't laughing at me like he and Omi were," Sam said, "sometimes they made me wonder."
-Sam's POV-
I glared at Kimiko, she was so frustrating at times, I took a bite of the slice of pizza I was eating, and gave her the silent treatment.
"Sammy, you know I was just kidding," she laughed.
"You didn't have to say that," I muttered.
"Okay, I whispered that you were an idiot at times, and I'm sorry," she hugged me, "forgive me?" I couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Of course," I giggled.
-Jack Spicer's POV-
This place is good, nice and quiet, why are we here anyways?
"Jack do you realize you said that out loud?" Wuya sneered at me.
"Okay, well why are we here?" I asked.
"To gain new allies," Chase said, turning to me, "and to complete the prophecy."
"What prophecy?" Wuya and I asked.
"I'm glad I'm the only one here who knows about it," he laughed. I just stood there dumb.
"Spicer, keep moving," Chase hissed at me.
"What ever, I just don't get why I'm here," I said.
"You are here because we told you to," Wuya grinned.
"Who's there?" a male voice asked. Jack screamed, and hid behind Wuya.
"Hello Hun," Chase grinned.
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