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Kimiko hopped out of the portal and ran, even faster than if she was wearing the Jet Bootsu Shen Gong Wu. She jumped up the steps and into the doors of the hotel, almost crashing into a bellboy in the process. Finally, she saw the garden where a lot of people were gathered, and spotted a brown-haired guy wearing a tuxedo at the head of the gathering.

"Stop the wedding!" Kimiko said, running toward the crowd. No one heard her.

"I said, STOP THE WEDDING!" she shrieked, waving her arms and charging to the front of the crowd. Startled, the people turned, their eyes following Kimiko as she stomped along the middle aisle. Wondering how a petite frame could house a pair of very powerful lungs, lot of guests covered their ears to drown out the ear-splitting yells of the Japanese girl who looked mad enough to have half of them for lunch, and the rest for dinner.

"Hey Kimiko! I see you got the invitation. Sorry I wasn't…" Raimundo's voice trailed off at the look she gave him, effectively stopping his tracks.

"You, shut up! And you, didn't I say to STOP THE WEDDING?!" Kimiko shifted her eyes from Raimundo Pedrosa to a frail-looking old man who looks to be the one in charge of the wedding.

"B-bu-but w-we haven't rea-reached th-that part of the ce-cere-ceremony yet," the minister said, his voice quavering as much as his knees.

"But nothing!" Kimiko screeched. "Not until I have a few words with him!" She pointed a finger at Raimundo, who turned pale.

"Can't it wait, Kimiko? This is kinda importa-"

"No, it can't! How dare you!"

"Have you gone loco?! How dare I what?"

"You, you, you…"

"I'm a what?" Raimundo queried, some of his confidence returning. He quirked an eyebrow at her.

"You're a…" Kimiko blustered on. Now that she was there, she had no idea what to say.

"What?" Raimundo said, buffing his nails on his tux.

At the sight of this, Kimiko exploded. "How dare you stand there buffing your nails on your tux! How dare you wear a tux in the first place! How –"

Raimundo grinned impishly. You don't like my tux?" He asked, turning around for Kimiko's benefit. He knew that it was a very good fit, considering that he paid a pretty penny for a tailor to make it for him.

"It doesn't matter what I think about your tux!" Kimiko bristled. "You're a –"

"Aha! So you do like my tux!" Raimundo exclaimed triumphantly, waggling his eyebrows at her.

"Will you stop it with the tux?!" Kimiko yelled, causing some of the guests to cover their ears. "How dare you get married!"

Raimundo's eyes widened, his playful manner evaporating. "Kimi, I…"

"Don't 'Kimi' me!" she said, her nostrils flaring. "And you two, letting him!" she bellowed, spying Clay and Omi in the crowd (both also wearing tuxes) and who were trying to make themselves small at her gaze. Clay, who was by then almost seven feet tall, failed miserably, and he contented himself with pulling his cowboy hat over his head. Omi would have had more success because of his size (he hasn't grown even after all these years), but as it were, Clay convinced him to polish his head until it positively gleamed, so Kimiko can still spot him a mile away because of his carry-on beacon.

"But Kim, I-"

"I said, don't call me by that name!"

"Actually, no. You said I can't call you 'Kimi," so I called you 'Kim' instead. They're different." Raimundo said smugly, kind of pleased at what he was seeing. Comprehension was in his eyes, but he didn't reveal it in his voice. "Now, what were you saying about me not getting married?" he queried.

"Master Fung sent me," Kimiko said loftily. At Raimundo's raised eyebrow, she had the grace to blush. "Oh-kay, maybe he didn't but that doesn't give you the right to get married!"

"Again, why can I not get married?" He was starting to enjoy this.

"Number one: you're too young."

"Girl, I'm already 21 years old. That's already within the legal marrying age."

"Ok… Number two: you're a Xiaolin Dragon and a Shoku Warrior to boot, and married life will get in the way of your duties. I can't believe you would be so selfish as to only think about yourself when the world needs us… four." Kimiko was rather proud of that speech, never mind that she almost slipped in the end.

"First of all, your first reason isn't really valid, so you can't go on to number two if you don't have number one yet. Secondly, I asked Master Fung, and he allowed me to go to this wedding. He said that there wasn't anything in the rules against marrying, as long as I know how to sort out my priorities. So yeah, I came here with Master Fung's blessing." Raimundo said, even prouder than Kimiko at her speech with how well he said that one.

"Bu-but…" Now it was Kimiko's turn to stutter.

"Yes, Kimi?" He asked, grinning. Really, this was too much. "What's your so-called number three?"

Kimiko felt her eyes welling. Never in her life, not even after a failed Xiaolin Showdown, has she felt like she lost so much. All of her rage has left her to be replaced by a feeling of emptiness.

"Number three…"

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