PT: OMG, I have no excuse myself for avoiding this fic for sooooo long :( On a brighter side, I'm updating this again but it's going to be kind of slow. Good news though: I'm almost done with my Naruto Christmas fic, so as soon as I finish that, I can update quickly again! :) Anyway, yeah, I do have problems with my mom. I've hit that age. Anyway, here we go!

Disclaimer: Xiaolin Showdown is cool, but not mine.

Note: Drew is not a Mary Sue, but she will be very significant. She will have many Mary Sue properties, but only for future comic relief. Please bear with me, people!

The Omi, Clay and Drew sat around impatiently in the Sheng Gong Wu's Temple, figdeting slightly as Master Fung meditated. Dojo was trembling in Clay's hat, apparently in shock.

Clay was rubbing his bruise, as if in infinite pain. Technically, the bruise did hurt, but not that much; the cowboy was used to pain by now, having experienced far more before, countless times over. His face was, indeed, a nasty black, but Master Fung had told him he was lucky he didn't bleed. Clay doubted this, but, for the sake of keeping a level head, agreed with it -- barely, but he did.

Omi was meditating...upside down. The cheeseball kid had his eyes clenched shut with concentration, eyebrows furrowed. Yet, the boy was twitching every five seconds or so; he could not keep his mind on saving his friends like this.

Drew's head was down, so no one could see her face. She did not cry, but just sat, eyes fixed on the floor, as if the smooth surface had caught her greatest interest.

Master Fung sat there calmly, a look of serenity over his pale face, passing over his closed eyelids.

Omi suddenly clenched his fist. He trembled violently, harding than before as something passed over his mind. These images that sudddenly came to his head, he had never seen such places before...

Omi saw himself, in his mind's eye: he was at a black temple, smooth and magnificent with trimmings of gold and red along its edges... Another flash and the monk saw himself attacking some unknown victims, eyes wicked as he stood on a pillar of water, in the middle of some place on fire. Ashes burned, sparks flew as Omi stood there, casting a great shadow, twisting the fire with his bare hands but never getting burnt and, incredibly, his fists seemed to be made of stone. The image changed again in a flash of black and Omi suddenly found himself listening to screams. Those screams, tortured, hurt, blood-curdling, chilled the monk to the bone. He heard laughter in the darkness, chilling, sick, twisted, sadistic laughter, basking in the glory of the screams.

Without another warning, Omi's vision faded completely to black.

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"The Buttercup?" Raimundo stared at Kimiko incredulously. Was she kidding?

No, this was a life and death situation; she couldn't actually be kidding. Still, this was Kimiko. Of all people, she knew how to memorize this trick?

She must be on Youtube a lot these days, Raimundo thought dully. Still, he had to admit, it was clever. After all, why would Wuya go on Youtube and watch comedies? She wouldn't suspect a thing.

However, there was a problem...

"We're missing a cup," Raimundo said. "We need that for the Buttercup."

He was corrected a split second later, for Kimiko looked his straight in the eye and said, bluntly, "I have one."

(Crickets chirping.)

Raimundo took a deep breath as he stared at the Japanese girl's blue eyes (They really are kind of...okay-looking).

"Then, let's do it."

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-Severely bangs head on table-

PT: Holy crap, I'm so sorry for this short chapter, this badly written chapter and horribly late chapter.

-Bangs head again-

Sooooo sorry, but you might know what I mean by the Buttercup if you watch a lot of Youtube. I might make the next chapter longer. I'll update soon as I could. Thanks for the reviews and hoping to get more!! 00' I'm hopeless.