Oh, my God. I am so sorry! I didn't realize that I hadn't updated in so long! I am so sorry! What with Homecoming, football games, homework, PSAT's, friends breaking apart, and everything else, I completely forgot!

That's when I realized how long it's been! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter! And check out my one-shot: Thoughts. It also stars Raimundo.

Disclaimer: I do not own Xaoilin Showdown

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Raimundo ran up to Dojo, who was in the main courtyard, and saw him and slithered up to him.

"I suppose Master Fung told you," he said.

"Yeah," Raimundo said. "And Dojo, I want to-"

"Let us get going, Raimundo," Omi said, walking up to him.

"Us?" Raimundo asked.

Clay and Kimiko walked up behind Omi. Raimundo gawked at them.

"You are wasting daylight," Master Fung said, coming up behind Rai. Rai looked up him, wishing that he was kidding. Master Fung looked down at him. Rai sighed.

"He is right," Omi said.

"Then let's get going," Dojo said, growing once again.

Everyone climbed on, Raimundo in the front. He braced himself for the take-off, and then they were on their way back to Rio.

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Dojo landed a little ways from the village market. Rai hopped off, as did everyone else and he shrunk down to his original size.

Raimundo led the way into the market, everyoone following him. They passed rows of stands, each selling something different; cloths, fruit, vegetables, baskets, jewelry, and everything else you might want or need. While the others goggled over everything, Raimundo walked passed them, as if he had done this before. The others lost him a few times, only to find him waiting impatiently a few yards ahead.

"Raimundo, this is awesome!" Kimiko exclaimed as she caught up with everyone. "Can we stop and buy stuff on our way back?"

"Anything you buy here you can get cheaper on Ebay," Raimundo said, walking past a woman offering him a blue silken cloth.

"Raimundo, what's your deal?" Kimiko asked him.

"I need to find my medallion," Raimundo said simply. He turned a corner, leading away from the hustle and bustle of the market. They came to a dead end and Raimundo turned around, facing his friends.

"Look," he said, running his hand through his hair. "That medallion means the world to me. It's one-of-a-kind and irreplacable. If we don't find it, I won't be at the Temple much longer."

"Why is it so special?" Clay asked.

"How would you feel if every cowboy hat was destroyed, and you lost yours, the last one left?" Raimundo asked. "Or, Kimiko, what if it was your blowdryer? Or Omi, if it was your last pair of robes?"

"What if it was your life?" a voice asked. Everyone turned around. Three boys were standing there, blocking the way out. They each looke the same, black hair, brown eyes, ripped shirt and shorts, and cheap sandals.

"Are you looking for a fight?" Kimiko asked.

"Sim," one of them said.

"Fine, let's go," Kimiko said.

Everyone got into the fighting position. Everyone except Raimundo. He was staring at the three boys, a puzzled expresion on his face. Then, suddenly, he ran between the two groups.

"Stop!" he yelled.

"Raimundo, what are doing?" Omi asked.

"Raimundo?" one of the boys asked.

Rai turned around.

"Raimundo Pedrosa?" another asked.

"You got a problem with that?" Rai asked.

"No, I... we... I mean-"

"Do you know a Josefina?" Raimundo asked.

"Yeah, she lives in Cidade Má," the third one said.

Rai looked at his friends, who were once again staring at him. He turned back to the trio and spoke in Portugese.

"Eu necessito-o ir encontrá-la. Traga-a à tenda do circus de Abandonded. Diga-lhe que o Problema necessita falar com ela," Raimundo said.

"Sim," the trio replied. They ran off, looking back fearfully.

Omi, Clay, Kimiko, and Dojo saw Rai relax. His shoulders drooped forward and he let out a breath that he seemed to be holding. He turned around.

"Alright.. We have to go to meet them at this one place. Follow me and stay close. Don't answer anyone. Got it?" Raimundo asked.

They all nodded.

"Rai?" Dojo asked.

"Qué?" Raimundo asked.

The others looked at him. Rai realized what he had said and said, "Sorry. What?"

"How do they know you?" Dojo asked.

"What's 'Porblema'?" Clay asked.

"Why are they doing what you said?" Omi asked.

"Why can't we answer anyone?" Kimiko asked.

Raimundo put his hands over his ears as everyone bombarded him with questions. "Stop!" he yelled.

Everyone stopped.

"I'll explain later," he said. "Can we just go? Please?"

No one said anything. Raimundo sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He turned heal and strode toward an empty road. Or, so it seemed. As the group walked along, they saw children of all ages in rags peeking at them behind doors, walls, boxes, and everything else. They all followed the group. That is, until Raimundo turned around and said, "Licença!"

The children following them immedietaly scattered. Raimundo turned back around and continued forward.

After what seemed like and hour, the group came to a field. It was old though; the grass was brown, the trees were white, and in the middle of it, was a faded circus tent. Part of it had fallen down. The three boys were standing there, a small and frightened Josefina between them.

Raimundo walked up to them. He looked at the boys, then to Josefina. Then he said to the boys, "Leave."

"What about payment?" one asked.

Raimundo sighed. "See Carlos. He'll pay you," he said.

"Obrigado, senhor," another said, and he and the other two ran off.

"Eu sou pesaroso, Problema," Josefina said. "Eu não soube que era você. Perdoe-me por favor."

"Você deve ser," Raimundo said. "Justo dê-me meu medallion. Agora."

Josefina looked at the ground. "Eu não hsve ele," she said quietly.

"Você não hsve ele?" Raimundo shouted. He brought his hand back, ready to strike.

"Raimundo! No!" Omi yelled.

Raimundo stopped. He looked at his hand, then let it drop to his side. He looked at Josefina, who was cowering on the ground.

",Eu sou pesaroso, menina" Raimundo apologized.

"Seu medallion está no circus. Eram esses que o quiseram," Josefina said. She got up and ran the way the three boys had gone earlier.

Raimundo stood there. Kimiko stormed over to him.

"Were you going to hit her?" she asked.

Raimundo appeared not to be listening. He was muttering to himself.

"Rai? Answer me! Are you even listening to me?" Kimiko screamed.

"Kimiko! Quiet!" Raimundo yelled. He began pacing, muttering in Portugese.

"What did you say? What did she say? What's going on?" Kimiko demanded.

"Alright," Raimundo said, making his mind up about something. "We need to go somewhere else. Dojo, it'll be faster if you fly us."

"Yes, alright," Dojo said, hesitant. He grew to his larger size.

Everyone hopped on. Dojo took flight, follwoing the directions Raimundo gave him. Eventually, they saw a large red and white circus tent.

"That's it," Raimundo said.

Dojo landed and shrunk in size. Raimundo faced his friends.

"Look," he said. "The people here are going to be either very inviting or very hostile. Just... smile and stay close to me. Don't talk to anyone. I need you to do this for me. Please?"

His friends looked at him.

"Why?" Clay asked.

"Just, please. Do this and I'll promise... I'll do your chores for the rest of the week," Raimundo said.

The others looked each other. This was obviously very important to Raimundo; he would never offer to do chores. They all nodded.

"Raimundo Pedroso!" a voice called. "A Maravilha Levitating!"

Raimundo winced as the last statement and flinched as a hand came down on his shoulder. He turned around ans came face to face with a large man in a black and white pinstriped suit. He had a walking cane and a very large black top-hat. His large white teeth gleamed as he beamed down on Raimundo.

"Hello, Leonardo," Raimundo said. "Fale O Inglês."

"Welcome," the man, Leonardo, said to the others, "To the Portugese Circus!"