Authors Note: I Don't own Xialon showdown.
Bright hazel eyes stared out from behind a splintered fence. They were coated with long eyelashes, died to the color midnight. A scent of rosemary filled the air, intoxicatingly breathless, emerging from the pure and tanned skin of a little girl. She held herself with a strong stature, casually glancing through the slits of the fence.
"It's alright Kiya, you may come out." An elderly voice echoed through the courtyard. The girl took a heaving breath and carefully began walking towards the entrance of the gate. Her feet timidly hit the ground with every step, as if the ground were to fall out from beneath her.
With a loud creak, the gate swung open, revealing a luscious courtyard, decked with a rich green hue from several bushes and magnificent trees. A grand building stood far in the distance, with a disposition of elegance and serenity.
Kiya ventured down a stone path that was beaten with the dust of shoe marks. The scenery began to rapidly change, the green fading away into a sickly brown color. She saw the grass disappear into dirt and the trees slowly vanish from sight. A tall, demeaning structure stood before. Several spikes and boulders stuck out from it, making it look like a medieval torture device. She shuttered slightly, flinching away the object.
"Oh, you not be worried young monk." A voice called. She recognized it from earlier and she timidly nodded. "That is just the training center." Kiya let out a small breath of relief, realizing that she had no need to be so afraid of this temple. It was nothing like her old one.
The old man strolled in front of her, with a calming and welcoming smile on his face. Wrinkles were creased into his pores and a wise aura shifted around him. "I am Master Fung. We at the Xialon Temple are glad to have you here."
Kiya smiled, revealing a bright set of teeth that were oddly misplaced. Her canines jetted out of the pack and stood out amongst the row of white pearls. "I'm glad you've taken me in." She replied, her voice heightening to a different pitch of respect for the man.
Master Fung nodded and his crow feet in the corner of his eyes lightened up. A small green creature crawled up his side, with two little claws that stuck out into the robes of the elder.
"So, this is the new dragon?" The creature asked, his eyes narrowed with a friendly expression. If she comes between me and my Fung I swear I'll…I'll… have Omi beat her up.
Kiya just stared at the small creature. Her head tilted slightly at the curious array of colors. She glanced at his red tuft of hair on his chin, assuming it was a brightly colored goatee. Her eyes traveled down the dragon's body, following the pattern of bright yellow spikes down the side.
"Indeed," Master Fung replied, "She is the fifth dragon: The dragon of lightning."
Kiya gave a small smile, unsure of how to react. She tried to hold back her pride while keeping her curiosity in line.
"You sure don't talk much…" The dragon whispered as he leapt towards her. She let her smile grow as the creature ascended up her arms and onto her shoulder.
"You talk? Helloooo?" The dragon shouted into her ears while frantically waving his hands in front of her face. The white of his eyes widened as he began to manically draw her attention.
"Dojo…" Master Fung criticized his voice lowering.
Her eyes flickered over to the scaly creature. He shook backwards, frozen for a moment by her hazel eyes. There seemed to be darkness there and Dojo found himself frightened. However, it quickly disappeared, and was suddenly replaced by a bright smile with a shining speckle of brown.
"It's alright Master Fung." She chuckled gently. A quick rush of blushing spread across her cheeks. She reached her hand under his chin and scratched quickly, brushing his scales softly against each other.
"Oh yeah… That's nice." Dojo purred, his tongue hanging out as he rolled over slightly and let Kiyas hand shift to his stomach. Master Fung raised his eyebrow, slightly surprised.
"I guess I'm just good with dragons." She whispered out, cooing at the little dragon.
"We'll I'm glad that you bonded so well. I hope you have the same luck with our other young monks." Master Fung said, with a satisfied smile.
Kiya felt her muscles tense and she looked back at Master Fung and tried to fake a smile. Oh great. People… Joy to the world. She thought sarcastically, with an edge of bitterness to her.
She moved her hand away and Dojo leapt back over to Master Fungs shoulder, still bearing a content smile across his face.
The trio walked awkwardly through a desolate garden until they reached the temple. A large marbled building loomed over Kiya who looked up, her chin pointed sharply to the sky. She had never seen something so grand. An overwhelming feeling came over her as she felt the strong sense of good that flooded from the building.
Kiya followed the old gentlemen into an open courtyard, flooded with green and bright sunshine. In there, she saw four people, scattered like flies, who were each doing their own thing. A small and quaint girl was in the corner with pig tails reaching high and her fingers drilling a small technological device. A short boy, whose skin reminded Kiya too much of cheese, sat with his head balanced on the ground and a look of concentration across his face. Another boy had a tan cowboy hat draped over his eyes and a goofy looking grin was strewn across his face. He sat casually on his heels, gazing up with a joyous expression to the sky.
Yet there was another boy who caught the girl's attention. He had short brown and was propped up against a tree, his back leaning comfortingly into its creases. A dreary and bored look was on his face while he balanced a small soccer ball on the side of his foot. It rolled around carelessly, but also managed to find its way into stillness.
"I have informed the young monks that we will be expecting a new student. Would you like for me to introduce you?" Master Fung asked.
Kiya shook her head. "No thanks, I think I got this." She smiled and soon the elder man had left her side, heading in the temple. Kiya looked around, her skinny and sleek curls bounced across her shoulder.
Who should I meet first? None of them look what I would call normal… But I guess that boy with the ball will work. She thought happily as she headed in the direction of the boy.
His eyes had started to slide over and a few loose brown hairs shook over his eyes. The ball had begun to loose balance over his foot and started to tilt off. It dropped quietly the ground, but it was still enough to stir the boy, who looked up just in time to see a girl heading towards him.
His reflexes kicked in and he stood up sharply, his body forming a fighting stance complete with fists and wide spread legs. "Who are you?" He asked roughly. A small gust of wind flew by, whistling through the trees nearby.
"Uh… New girl?" Kiya stammered and shrugged, with a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
The boy froze for a moment as the wheels in his head began to spin. "New…girl?" He spoke quietly under his breath. You know, Master Fung did mention something like that.
His face immediately dropped when he realize the first impression he made on the girl. The wind ceased movement and he propped himself up in a normal standing position. He extended his hand and with a nervous grin said, "Hi, err, my name's Raimundo."
The girl smiled as she leaned over and picked up the black and white ball between her small hands. "Mine's Kiya." She tossed it to herself a few times, letting it linger in the air for a few moments before gently returning to her grip.
"Ah, I'm sorry for that." Raimundo stuttered. He looked straight a Kiya, getting a good grasp of what she looked like. Brown hair was tossed lightly with blonde undertones throughout. The two curled perfectly around each other, softly intertwining. Sharp hazel eyes squinted back at him through the intense sunlight and a small, curvy frame, topped off the girl.
"It's no big deal." She replied, taking the soccer ball and letting it roll down her leg. With a gentle motion she lifted her leg and sent the ball flying up a few feet, before it casually descending back on top of her leg.
"Ah! Intruder!" A voice shouted from across the courtyard. The pair turned around to see a little yellow man leap towards Kiya.
Her eyes narrowed and she duck low as the midget sailed past her in the air. He spun past her, but landed carefully on his feet, barely touching the ground.
"Is this how you great all your new people?" She asked sarcastically as the small man dashed towards, his feet blurring under him.
Raimundo jumped in front of his trajectory, shouting "Omi, Omi! It's alright! She's the new student!"
With a short skid the little man stopped in front of her, hand extended and a wide grin on his face. "I was….just testing you. My name is Omi."
Kiya looked down over Omi, her height obviously making her tower over him. She grabbed his hand and crouched down slightly, looking him in the eyes. "Kiya" She said softly.
"Oooh a new student!" Omi said quietly. "I can't wait to teach you all I know! Though that may take many many years and you will never be quite as great as me, but rest assured, I will raise you up to at least an acceptable level of training."
"Honestly, I'm not sure if I should thank you or slap you." Kiya replied, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"Story of my life." Raimundo chuckled. Kiya laughed lightly behind him, catching his brown eyes in the light.
Omi shot both of the teens a confused look. However, two more figures approached the small crowd.
"Are you guys going to attack me too?" Kiya asked the approaching Japanese girl and American cowboy. She tensed slightly but overcame that feeling and tried to appear relaxed.
"Nah, I would never hit a girl." Clay said softly, a small hint of red coming across his face. He gently took his hat off of his head, tilting it in Kiyas direction.
Kimiko just smiled beside Clay. I won't unless you give me a reason to.
Kiya tried to return Kimiko's smile, but felt an unspoken rivalry between the two of them. After all, Kimiko had been the only girl and had received all of the attention and perks that came with it. A small spark of jealously grew within her, but she ignored it and let the thought pass out of her mind.
"… and I will teach you how to kick and spin and jump and slash and fight and" Omi ranted, his body mimicking all of the actions. Kiya looked down at the little man and smirked, having hardly realized that he was still talking.
"Sorry short stuff, but I've pretty much already got that stuff down." Kiya replied, feeling herself become more and more comfortable with the odd group.
A sad look swept across Omi's face. "But…but… how do you have this knowledge?"
"I'm an apprentice, just like you all." She boasted her heart filling with pride and a sense of superiority.
A couple mouths gaped open and Omi found himself mixed between shocked and excitement. "Oh! Who was your master? Guan? Alevander?" He asked curiously with wide eyes.
Kiya nervously scratched the roof of her head and her cheeks crinkled to her eyes as she muttered. "Master Vien."
"Who?" Raimundo asked loudly.
"Master Vien." Kiya replied with less confidence but louder.
A small silence rushed by the group.
"But… he was….Heylin." Omi sadly chocked out.