Title: Rai and Kim's Thanksgiving
Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown
Characters: Rai, Kim, Omi, Clay
Prompt: 093:Thanksgiving
Word Count: 997
Rating: G
Summary: It's Thanksgiving and Rai and Kim think about what they're thankful for.
Author's Note: Very cliched title and summary and it has absolutely nothing to do with the story but I couldn't think of anything else so just bare with me. The story's not my best but at least I have it outta the way. And for those that live in Brazil, I'm sorry for Raimundo's response. The only turkey I found on Google was, I think it was, a baked Brazilian Turkey and by the way it sounds, it seems only those that live in the high ring of Rio De Janeiro would know about it. Oh and Happy Thanksgiving!

Clay walked into the meditation hall to find his friends either sitting or sprawled out on the floor. The three friends in question looked up to see him already dressed in his cowboy outfit while they were in their Xiaolin robes. They looked at their Texas friend with quizzical looks.

"Hey Clay, what's up with the duds? Did Dojo sense a new Shen Gong Wu that we don't know about?" Raimundo asked while sitting up.

"Na, I gotta head on back to Texas for Thanks-" Clay said before the Dragon of Water raced over to him and clasped his arms around Clay's leg.

"No! Please don't leave us, friend Clay! We still need you in our battle against evil!" Omi pleaded. Clay couldn't help but chuckle.

"Don't worry, little fella. I'm gonna be back. It's only for Thanksgiving dinner. Not to mention see if the Cowboys make the play offs," Clay added with excitement in his tone. Omi eased a bit as he let go of Clay's leg, but still had a questioning look on him.

"What is this Thanksgiving that you speak of? Does it have to do with what Raimundo did to your hat?" Clay looked at him in question and then sent a glare to Raimundo.

"No, but what did he do to my hat?" Raimundo looked at him nervously.

"W-Why does everyone think it's always me?" he stammered.

"Because it's you," Kimiko smirked. He sent a glare towards her.

"You're not helping, y'know," he retorted.

"Wasn't trying either."

Clay couldn't help but silently laugh at the bickering two. He can only wish for those two to settle down one day.

"Anyways," Clay said, cutting short on Rai and Kim's latest argument. "Just to answer your question, Omi, Thanksgiving is a holiday back in the states where we give thanks to those that brought gratitude and food to our bellies." Omi looked at him as if he were intrigued.

"Oh, and you mention dinner, what will you be having?"

"Just some of Mom's famous turkey and stuffing that can make you want more, even after you're stuffed. Not to mention some cranberries, pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes, I could go on but I got a hankering for some turkey right about now," Clay said as he was just about to go find Dojo. But Omi stopped him midway.

"May I accompany you back to Texas and have Thanksgiving with you?" he asked having bulging puppy dog like eyes.

"Uh, it's mainly for the family, but then again, I do consider you as family. Sure, why not?" Clay responded and glee over came the tiny monk. Then Clay turned to his other friends.

"You guys are welcome to tag along as well," he said to them.

"Sorry, cowboy, not a huge fan of turkey," Raimundo responded.

"No offense, Rai, but have you ever had turkey in your life?"

"Nope and I'm not gonna start now." Clay let out an irritated sigh and turned to Kimiko.

"What about you?" he asked.

"On such short notice? Sorry but I have to pass. But say hi to your daddy for me when you get there," she responded. All he could do was merely shrug as he lead Omi to look for Dojo. Leaving the two remaining monks behind. When they were sure that they were long gone, Kimiko gave Raimundo a punch to the arm.

"Ow. What was that for?" he asked while wincing.

"For being rude."

"How was I rude?"

"'Not a huge fan of turkey?' 'Not gonna start now?'" she said while imitating his voice. "If you ask me, that was rude."

"Well sorry," he said while rolling his eyes. "But what about you, princess? 'On such short notice? Sorry I have to pass,'" he said, also imitating her voice. "Are you that self absorbed on your hair?" She sent him a glare.

"At least I was being polite."

"Hardly," he muttered.

"What did you say?" He sighed.

"Nothing." They sat their in silence but have been contemplating on what one said to the other. In the end, they let out a defeated sigh.

"We were both jerks," Kimiko said. Raimundo nodded in agreement.

"No use catching up, they're long gone by now."

"Well... Maybe next year?"

"Yeah all right. How bad could turkey be anyway?" He smirked. She gave him a look.

"You seriously never had turkey before?"

"Nope."

"Why not?" He gave her a serious look.

"Well, Toberejo isn't exactly turkey heaven. Before Clay, I thought turkey was only the country and not a bird."

"Wow," was she could say for him. "I had no idea." He merely shrugged.

"Yeah well, not everyone can live like you did."

For moments, they sat in silence. Regretting ever to let Clay and Omi go without them. That is, until an idea came to the young Dragon of Fire's mind. He noticed and gave her questioning look.

"What's up?" he asked. She grabbed his hand and he blushed for a split second as she dragged him up and lead him to the kitchen. She sat him down at the table and went to the fridge. He sat there watching her with perplexity written all over him. He saw her take out a couple of things out and manage to conceal from his gaze. "Uh... Kimiko? What are you doing?"

She didn't answer him as she was preparing. When she was finished, she placed a plate in front of him and went to the other side and placed another plate in front of her. He looked down at his plate and saw none other than a turkey sandwich.

"What's this for?" he asked.

"Well, it is Thanksgiving and you said you never had turkey so..." He smiled at her. She smiled back.

"Thanks, Kim," he said as he grabbed her hand. She blushed as he did.

"Shut up and eat." He couldn't help but let out a laugh as he watched her eat her sandwich.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Kimiko."