Prompt: Ashley was obviously into shopping since she was stealing from all those malls stores... How about Kimiko runs into Ashley at the mall and the two decide to get their nails done since theyre both "off duty". (Submitted by anonymous on tumblr.)

Some people ran or listened to music when they were stressed. Others did yoga or drew pictures—the outlets for stress were numerous.

For Kimiko, shopping was her personal method of release. Something about putting together new outfits, browsing between pretty blouses and colorful skirts and cute shoes, selecting a particular shade of nail polish or eyeshadow from among the spectrum laid out in the multi-story department stores of the nearest malls, was decidedly cathartic to her. She didn't have to think about training, or the eternal battle battle between good and evil, or the boys, or Dojo's latest Shen Gong Wu-related ailment; all she had to do was think about what she already had in her closet, and shop.

With spring rapidly approaching, Kimiko decided that a few additions to her wardrobe were in order—fashion was something that changed and adapted constantly, and she was somewhat proud of the fact that even while living as remotely as she did while at the temple, she was still able to keep up with the latest trends. And so she actively perused the garments on the racks of her favorite store at the mall, pausing only when something particularly interesting caught her.

Kimiko soon became fixated on finding the perfect blouse to go with the green sweater she'd found on clearance that she wasn't aware how close she was to bumping into someone until it was too late. With a small yelp of surprise, she and her hapless victim fell to the floor.

She turned around to apologize. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there, and—Katnappé?" Kimiko narrowed her eyes and stood up immediately, already focusing her energy should the young villainess decide to attack. "What are you doing here?"

To Kimiko's surprise, the other girl only stood up and ran a hand through her short blonde hair before leaning down and picking up the clothing she'd dropped. "Relax," she said. "I'm here for the same reason you are—no need to get all worked up about it."

Well, this is weird, Kimiko thought to herself before picking up the things she'd dropped as well. "So you're not stealing anything?"

The taller girl straightened with a decidedly smug look on her face. "Don't need to—Dad gave me his credit card."

"So if you're not stealing anything, Katnappé, then why are you here?" Kimiko straightened and gave her a critical look.

"First of all, the name's Ashley—'Katnappé' is my evil name for a reason." Ashely placed one hand on her hip and frowned down at Kimiko. "Second of all, I'm here because my cousin's getting married in two weeks, and I need to find a dress for the wedding." She sighed. "Never thought I'd be telling you that, of all people."

Kimiko looked at the garments in Ashley's arms. "Are you sure you're getting stuff to wear at a wedding or a rock concert?"

Ashley glared. "Shut it," she said. "It's not like anything you picked out is any better—didn't anyone tell you that green that color only looks good if you're a plant?"

Kimiko exhaled sharply. "Okay, look," she said. "You're clearly off-duty from being evil today, and I'm not planning on doing that requires me to act like a Xiaolin monk, either—although I am really tempted to let your face get reacquainted with my fists." Ashley let out an incredulous sort of noise, but Kimiko ignored her and continued talking. "So let's make a truce—I've been here all day, and I'm getting a bit bored of shopping by myself, and part of me thinks that you're probably in the same boat."

Raising her eyebrow as her interest was piqued, Ashley smirked down at Kimiko. "...I'm listening."

At that, Kimiko responded with her own smirk, and after making their purchases, the two went down to the salon on the first floor of the mall and spent the next hour and a half getting their nails done. In hindsight, it was actually rather nice; explaining that to the boys, however, was a different story.