Prompt: Omi finds some of kimikos undergarments in the wash and takes them to raimundo to find out what they are... (Submitted by anonymous on tumblr.)
To make a long story short, Omi was very confused.
He looked at the pieces of fabric in his hands, unsure of what to make of them. They were unlike anything he had ever seen before. Clearly, they were garments of some sort, but their apparent lack of practicality had created for him a very interesting conundrum of sorts. Pondering the situation for a few short minutes, however, soon led Omi to the next logical course of action: seek the wisdom of someone more well-versed in life outside the temple walls than he. And whom better to ask than his dear friend Raimundo? With that thought in mind, Omi set off to find him, the strange garments tucked away discreetly in the sleeve of his robes.
Omi found the older boy in the room they shared with Clay and Kimiko, lying on his stomach upon the modest mat that served as his bed while idly flipping through a magazine, which he quickly stuffed under his blanket after noticing the small monk's presence; Omi only barely managed to catch a glimpse of the words "swimsuit edition" on the glossy cover before it was hidden from view by the pale green blanket.
"So, what can I do you for?" Raimundo asked, placing his hands behind his head and leaning back against the wall.
"There is something I must ask you, Raimundo," Omi replied. He took the garments from his sleeve and placed them on the floor. "Do you know what these are?"
Instantly, Raimundo body snapped to attentiveness, and his face momentarily turned a startling shade of red before all the color drained from it; Omi thought he looked rather unwell. "That, my little friend," Omi began, "is your death warrant."
"What do you mean?" Omi picked up one of the garments and brought it closer to his face for further inspection. "I do not see how it could cause me harm. Look—it has bunnies on it!"
"It's not about what—it's about who." Raimundo shook his head and shuddered.
Omi picked up the other garment. It was teal, and edged with a frilly pink border. "Who-who?"
"Dude," Raimundo hissed, "those are Kimiko's. Now get them out of here before she—" He was interrupted by a screech that sounded as if it were coming from the entrance to the building.
"Who. Took. My. Underwear?"
It was then that Omi realized that he was suddenly most frightened indeed.