Revenge never tasted so sweet

Disclaimers: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown or any of its characters nor make a profit from this story. What I do own is this story plot and Youko.

Warning: Cursing, Sexual Content, Blood

Jack felt like his heart was about to burst, never before had he been this happy! A smile came to his face as he repeated over the battle in his mind as he had been ever since yesterday. He started humming to himself as he made breakfast, feeling as if nothing could bring him down even the unnerving silence of his house.

"I finally won!" He cheered.

"Yes, you did."

Jack let out a yelp, almost dropping the food he had prepared onto the floor at the sudden voice. He spun around quick but let out a relieved breath of air at seeing his teacher leaning against his kitchen door frame with his arms crossed and a catty smirk on his face.

"Youko, you scared the hell out of me!" He protested with a pout and a small blush as he placed his food down on the table.

"Sorry, couldn't help it." His teacher responded with a small chuckle.

Youko certainly had to admit he liked seeing the albino in such high spirits; usually the boy seemed so down so the bright smile on his face was a pleasant change.

"So um d-did I do good?" Jack asked suddenly with a nervous look, wanting dearly to know what the man thought.

A smile appeared on Youko's face, he was very flattered that the boy looked up to him with such pride.

"Yes, Jack. You did splendid."

The smile on Jack's face grew slightly wider and his blush redder.

"Thank you!"

Youko nodded, but then remember who he saw watching the boy's battle.

"Oh yeah, Chase was there."

Jack's smile suddenly fell to a frown.

"..Oh"

Youko was taken aback by Jack almost uninterested reply, before the very mention of Chase's name sent the boy in an idolized frenzy but now he merely brush it off nothing special.

"And the woman, what was it that you called her?"

"Wuya" Jack said in disgust.

"Ah yes, she looked more scared than surprised like Chase."

Jack let out a chuckled, the feeling that he managed to scare one of the great Haylin evils was certainly fulfilling. He then remembered the voice that had spoke to him during his battle.

"Oh master, you said that katana was magic right?"

"Yes, I did. Why?"

"During my fight I heard a voice talking to me; I think it was the katana."

"… So then I was right to give it to you."

Jack gave him a confused look.

"Remember how I said the sword chooses its own master? If you weren't the chosen one then you wouldn't have heard its voice."

"So what exactly does it do?"

"The katana has the ability to cancel out both good and bad magic, among other things but I'll leave that for you to find out."

Jack nodded and continued to eat, more than ready to start training with his katana once more.

Back at the temple, the young monks had all managed to retreats back with their bruised and exhausted bodies. Though their wounds were healing, the wounds to their pride would take more time.

"I still can't believe we lost…" Kimiko mumbled.

"Who could have taught him those moves?" Raimundo wondered aloud.

"And that katana he had was very peculiar; it cut through my attack so easily." Omi stated.

"What katana?" Master Fung asked as he entered the temple.

"Yeah, it was really weird. The blade was completely clear like glass."

Master Fung tensed up suddenly drawing the attention of his students.

"Master Fung?"

"Was the katana shorthanded?"

The monks looked at each other and then back to Master Fung and nodded.

"Yeah, it was but how do you know?"

"Because I've seen a similar one in one of the temples scrolls."

"Really!" They all shouted in surprise.

"Yes, that katana belonged to a demon." He responded ominously.

"A-a demon" Kimiko said in a fearful tone.

"Yes, a powerful one at that, he almost managed to defeat Grand Master Dashi but luckily Dashi managed to seal him away. But it seems he has escaped. But I wonder why he's training Jack? And for what reason did he give him that katana?"

"Who knows?" Raimundo said with a shrug.

"Either way we must started training immediately, we cannot allow Jack Spicer to have his way! With the power of a demon at his disposal, there's no telling what he'll do!" Omi stated with a determined look on his face.

His fellow dragons looked to him and nodded, their pride restored and their resolved renewed.

"Yeah!"

Master Fung smiled at the determination shining on the young monks faces; it did surprise him how quickly their determination could return even after such a lost. As he finished wrapping their wounds, his thoughts drifted back to the katana and a frown appeared on his face. If that demon was really back then why was he training Jack instead of trying to destroy the temple or for that fact, trying to cause chaos on the lands? Just exactly what is it after?

Jack let out a long sigh as he stared at the katana in his hand. He was sitting on his bed about to go to bed since it was almost 12 am. But for some reason his mind kept drifting to the katana.

"The katana has the ability to cancel out both good and bad magic, among other things but I'll leave that for you to find out."

Jack sighed once again; he really wanted to learn what the other abilities were but Youko told him to take it easy for the rest of the day. Jack place the katana on the end table next to his bed and rolled over to his side.

"Oh yeah, Chase was there."

A frown appeared back on his face as an unpleasant memory slipped into his thoughts.

"Did you honestly think I was going to train a pathetic insect such as yourself? Get this through your head Spicer; to me, you are nothing more than a dirt beneath my feet."

Jack gridded his teeth as he batted the memory away. He finally willed his mind to sleep.

"Mom!"

Jack's voice echoed back to him as he walked through his dark and eerily quiet house. His boots clomped loudly on the wooden floor.

"Dad?"

Suddenly he heard the sound of something connecting to the ground. His head snapped in the direction of the living room. He felt his heart starting to race as he slow inch towards the living room doorway.

"NO!"

He heard a woman scream before another thud.

'Mom!'

He ran forward bursting into the living room, but the instant he did his eyes widened in fear. Both of his parents were on the ground, still conscious but bleeding with three men standing over them. He let a scream which alerted the intruders of his presence. One of them quickly grabbed Jack and roughly pinned him to the floor. Try as he must but he just couldn't get away, his heart was now pounding in his chest, he could barely breath. The remaining two men grabbed his parents and pulled them to their knees. Jack could do nothing as he watched on helplessly as the men tied blindfolds to their eyes.

"Ya know this all could have been avoided if ya had just given us the money but..."

Tears rolled down from Jack's eyes both from fear from what was happening and the pain of having a full grown man sitting on his back. The men then held gun to the back of both of their parent's heads.

"Too bad."

Suddenly everything seemed to moving in slow motion, from the bullets ripping through the air then through his parent's heads. He could only cry as his voice failed him at the last minute. His parent's bodies fell to the floor, motionless. Blood splatter everywhere, on the floor, walls even on him.

"So what do we do with the kid?"

"We're not getting paid for him."

"Well then…"

Jack suddenly froze at the feeling of the man who had him pinned running his hand on Jack's exposed neck.

"Wow kid, your skin as white as snow and oh so smooth, hehe."

A cold shiver ran down Jack's spine at the man words. Suddenly the man's hands started wandering around, touching more and more of Jack. Jack started to cry even louder as the man started removing articles of his clothes, Jack never felt this helpless in his entire life.

'Please! I don't care who, please…please…make it stop!'

He pleaded and pleaded but to no avail. The man then started to pulled down Jack's pants.

'Nonononono!'

"Jack!"

Jack proceeded to fail around wildly as he felt someone's hands on him thinking they were that man. He was suddenly pulled into a tight hug which stopped all his movement. Just as he was about to struggle again, the voice called out to him again.

"Jack, calm down it's only me."

Jack's eyes snapped open, staring up into the ruby red eyes of his teacher. His initial fear completely disappeared at seeing his teachers face and he let his head drop into his chest, he could feel himself shivering still in fear from his dream. Youko allowed Jack to rest on him as he petted the boy, trying to comfort him.

"I-I'm sorry Youko." Jack said in a broken tone.

"No, it's alright Jack. Just try and get to sleep."

After a bit more pats, Jack fell back asleep. Youko gently tucked the boy away and left out the room. Youko let out a sigh as he leaned back on Jack's closed bedroom door.

What was that all about?

Youko turned his head to see a young girl with long grey hair tied in two ponytails by two black ribbons. She was wearing a black dress with matching dress shoes. Her pupil less grey eyes were staring up at him expectantly.

"Ah Kiri I was wondering when you'd show yourself."

The boy's mind dragged me out, now tell me what happened.

"He had a dream about the night his parents were killed."

Ah.

"He must have been thinking off the past before going to sleep."

The girl nodded.

Well I'm going back; keep an eye on him while I sleep.

"Right."

With a finally nod from Youko, the girl faded away. Youko pushed off Jack's door and disappeared downstairs.

Next Time: The Second Bout