Title: Picking Yellow Daisies
Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown
Characters: Rai, Kim
Prompt: 013:Yellow
Word Count: 504
Rating: G
Summary: Can picking daisies really decide fate?
Author's Note: An old idea yes, but I figured I should add some spice to this. :D And I also want to apologize for a late update. I'm just so busy with schoolwork but I do have a couple of weeks left in the term and then I have a week off (yeah I'm taking the summer course...) and I'll probably have tons more done by that time. So with that said, I hope you enjoy this addition. :D
She sighed in a dreamlike state. She had never felt this way about anybody before she met Chaz. Everybody else before was just a child compared to him. So mature, so righteous, so... everything. She couldn't even remember the last time she had been in fight (arguing wise) and to her, it was absolutely refreshing. Nothing more could be more perfect than to be in a relationship with him.
She let out another dream filled sigh and she relaxed under the cherry blossom tree. Her fingers stroking delicately over the yellow daisies that surrounded her. Then a thought crossed her mind. She remembered as a child that she would pick a daisy and pulling on the petals while humming to herself whether or not a crush felt the same way as her. She figured why not? She was already in love and this could be fun.
She picked one off the stem and started pulling off the petals.
"He loves me... He loves me not..." she mused over and over. Getting more anxious as the next petal came off. But when it came down to the last petal, she stared at it with a surprised face. The last petal was 'he loves me not'. She shook her head thinking that this was ridiculous. No flower can decide on who should love whom. Not to mention figuring it out the petals using basic math. So she let out a snort that expressed how stupid it really is.
To prove how ridiculous it really is, she picked up another and did the same. Only this time she started off by saying 'he loves me not.' But the result was still the same. She didn't understand. It should have worked that time. How was such a thing be possible?
Relax. I'm sure there is a logical explanation, she assured herself.
No too far off, she let her eyes wondered around her surroundings until she found Raimundo training with Master Fung. She let on a smile as she watched the Shoku Warrior kick the old man only to have it blocked.
He has grown up, hasn't he? She thought at random. Then another thought occurred. What if the next flower she picks, she would think of Raimundo? But she knew it would just end up in rubbish. To her, the thought of him as a potential boyfriend was plain old ridiculous.
Rai and I? Hah! She thought while adding a snort. She also knew that it could never happen. They were just too different. And those differences can sometime bring about meaningless arguments and constant teasing. The whole thing was just plain stupid. A girl like her with a guy like him. It was enough to fill her up with amusement.
She picked up another daisy only this time, focusing on Raimundo.
"He loves me... He loves me not..." she mused again. Growing more anxious as the petals became less and less. And when she came down to the last petal, she gasped the words, "He loves me?"