Prompt: w...would you be okay with doing a chai drabble? ;w; (and if the answer is yes than the prompt is seaweed) ((if the answer is no i can pick another pairing ahaha)) (Submitted by secretelaborateplan on tumblr.)
As with any situation, there were both good and bad things about being Shoku Warrior and leader of the Xiaolin monks. Among the good things were the cool new uniform, the meetings he attended with the senior-most monks, and the responsibility of planning when and where training would take place; forgotten were the days when training meant standing neck-deep in snow an hour before dawn—now they trained at noon on the golden beaches of Hawaii, until they got bored and decided to train in the Bahamas instead. But as great as the good things were, the bad things were just as… well, bad.
Chores still needed to be done. The safety of the world always weighed heavily on his shoulders. And as the leader of the latest order of the Xiaolin Dragons, ancient law required that Raimundo meet with the head of the Heylin forces at a neutral location in a tacit parlay in order to plan a tea party, of all things. Specifically, a tea ceremony that both the Heylin and Xiaolin forces participated in to symbolize the balance between good and evil, but as far as Raimundo was concerned, planning the thing was something he'd rather do without.
Which was why Raimundo was currently getting sushi with none other than Chase Young in the middle of Switzerland. The Shoku Warrior was sitting glumly at the table, resting one elbow on the tabletop and rest chin on his hand while poking idly at the plate of sushi before him with his chopsticks. "Why do I got to eat this, anyway?" he grumbled. "I hate fish."
Chase Young gave him a stern look over his steaming cup of green tea. "Because I'm paying for it," he said. "Eat your seaweed, at least—it's good for you."
"Yes, Mom."