Title: Unwanted/Wanted Dinner
Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown
Characters: Rai, Kim, Omi, Clay, Dojo
Prompt: 058:Dinner
Word Count: 1,289
Rating: PG
Summary: Their friends force them to have a dinner date. They both oblige at first of course but then they start to get into it.
Author's Note: Crappy summary and vague ending. But the beginning was just too funny. :D

"NO! I WON'T DO IT! I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU CONVINCED ME TO DO THIS! LET ME GO!" Kimiko screamed at the top of her lungs as Omi dragged her in her blue kimono and her hair held up by chopsticks and a comb.

"But you must, or we will have to suffer another day with your's and Raimundo's constant squabbling of your emotions!" Omi shouted.

"It's called tension and I'm telling you, there's no tension!" she shouted as she tried to break free of Omi's grip on her arm. He was pretty strong for being so small.

"Oh but there is, otherwise you wouldn't have agreed in the first place."

"Yeah and now I don't want to do it! LET ME GO!" she shouted again now trying to claw the wall.

They finally reached the kitchen where a candle light was place on the center of the table decorated with a white table cloth and only two chairs were present on either sides. Dojo was present and he was wearing a Matri'D kind of outfit.

"I'M YOUR LEADER AND I SAY PUT ME DOWN!" They heard the Dragon of the Wind scream from the hall. They turned and saw Clay coming in with Raimundo over his shoulder. He tried kicking and punching Clay but all attempts were frail.

"You're the boss," Clay said as he dropped Raimundo on his butt. He was dressed in his formal robes from when they had to retrieve the Golden Tiger Claws.

He rubbed his head from the fall and as he did, he looked up and saw Kimiko and his mouth nearly dropped. She couldn't possibly be anymore beautiful than that very moment. He saw her walk over to him with an outstretched hand. He gladly accepted and was hoisted up. They locked eyes that very moment.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," she said back.

"You look... beautiful," he said after a slight pause.

"You're not so bad yourself."

Then they heard the door close and they turned and heard the knob click. Indicating that they were sealed in. They ran to the door and started pounding and clawing at it.

"COME ON GUYS! LET US OUT!"

"YOU BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR OR ELSE I'LL SET IT ON FIRE!"

"That wouldn't be a good idea, you could burn down the whole temple," Rai said as he looked down at her.

"Well... I can see that you weren't big on this idea either," she said while crossing her arms.

"Are you kidding, I don't even know how Clay convinced me to do it."

"Same with me except with Omi. And Dashi knows that they won't be satisfied until we do this."

He sighed

"Might as well get it over with," he said as he reached out his arm.

"Might as well," she said as she placed her hand on his hooked arm. They walked over to the table and Raimundo, being the gentleman that he is, pulled out her seat and pushed it in as she sat down. Then he walked over to his own side and sat down.

Then Dojo slithered over to the two with a pen and pad in his hands.

"What would you like to drink?" he said in a fake French accent.

"I'll have some iced tea," she replied.

"Get me a coke, and Dojo? Cut the phony accent, it's not working for you." Dojo sent a glare at Rai.

"Fine then, but you didn't need to be so snide about it," Dojo retorted and stalked off. The two were left there in a awkward silence. Both were preoccupied with the floor. Then Dojo came back with their drinks. He placed them the tea in front of Kimiko and slithered over to Raimundo placed his coke in front of him.

"You might want to liven things up a bit," Dojo muttered to him. Rai looked over at him.

"Hey, you put us up to this as much as Omi and Clay," Raimundo muttered back.

"Well excuse me for getting fed up with the both of you constantly staring at each other and not doing a single thing about it."

"What are you guys muttering about?" They turned to a skeptic Kimiko.

"Nothing, just Dojo not minding his own business," Raimundo responded with an additional glare.

"I think I'll go get the food now. Compliment her," Dojo added in a whisper that was audible to Rai.

"Yeah, like I'm taking advice from a dragon."

Dojo slithered away and left the two in their awkward silence. Raimundo looked up at Kimiko and saw she was looking away. He is going to kick himself after this.

"H-Hey Kim?" She shifted her eyes up at him. "Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?"

"Uh, yeah, you did."

"Yeah well, I mean it. That dress really goes well with your eyes." She sat up and felt her breath get caught in her throat and her face started to heat up.

"Thanks, Raimundo." She smiled.

"No problem." He smiled back.

Dojo slithered back and placed two heaping plates of spicy fish fillet. They both looked at it with wide eyes and gaped mouths. Although it wasn't a big surprise to Kimiko but Raimundo was the one that was shocked. They ate the entire time in silence. Every once in a while they would look at each other and then look away with a blush. Dojo took the empty plates and replaced them with Eight Precious Pudding and once again, they ate in silence.

No words passed that whole entire time but they both know they have a lot to talk about. And with the presence of Dojo, it's not that easy.

They finished the pudding and Dojo collected the bowls and when they were sure he was out of ear shot, Raimundo leaned in. He signaled Kimiko to do the same.

"Why did you agreed to this?" he asked. She was taken aback by it.

"I don't know... Omi said that you might... well..."

"What?"

"That you might... like... me." Rai's eyes widen.

"Of course I like you, I wouldn't have agreed to do this unless you were going to."

She blushed.

"Really?"

He reached over and placed his hand over hers. She smiled at him.

"Y'know, I'm glad that Omi and Clay made us do this," he whispered.

"Me too."

They leaned in and their lips were about to touch until Dojo came back and cleared his throat really loud. They pulled back fast and their hearts started to beat at ten miles per hour. Dojo hand them a piece of paper with a price on it.

"A bill? Dojo..."

The two started to advance on the dragon.

"Hey, a dragons gotta make a living, right?" Dojo stammered and added a nervous laugh.

"Kimiko?" Raimundo said, she was thinking along the same lines as him.

"With pleasure." She produced flame on her free hand, threatening the quivering dragon.

"OK, OK, you can skip out on the bill."

"And..."

"And I'll tell Omi and Clay to unlock the door," Dojo added as he slithered away to the door and thought to open it. The two boys were actually sitting out in the hall listening with the Mind Reader Conch. As he did so, Rai and Kim faced each other and saw they were still holding hands. But they didn't hesitate to let go. Instead, they smiled at each other. With a look that only two people can share in the moment. They didn't even bother turning their heads when they head Omi and Clay come in. But when they saw the two, the three, including Dojo, had satisfying grins.

"Well, if you ask me, it's about time," Clay said, tipping his hat.