Hey everyone! Once again, I apologize for the long update. So much stuff. But guess who passed her Driver's Test! Me! I've been driving everywhere! Well, after this chapter there's only one more! I can't beleive this story took so long! I hope you all enjoyed it, so this chapter's very long! See ya' next time!

Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown

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The three friends stepped into an older version of Rio. The village market was still there, yet it was crawling with children from all ages. They laughed and ran throught the streets, ducking under adults and stands, chasing each other. But one stood out from the rest. He had brown spikey hair, green eyes, and wore rags. He was about three years old. He stood off to the side, silently watching the other children. Raimundo.

A girl ran up to him. He looked at her.

"Raimundo! Rebeca wants to see you," she said.

"You can tell Rebeca that she can-"

"Why can we understand them?" Kimiko asked. "They're speaking Portugese, look at their lips, but we can understand them in English."

"It is so we can understand them. It translates into whatever language we normally use," Omi explained.

"Oh," Kimiko said.

"Just watch whats happening," Clay said. "It looks like Raimundo is on the run."

It was true. Raimundo was running away, down the alley that they had traveled yesterday. He entered a small hole in a wall. The trio followed him. Inside was a small room, eight bed-like structures on the floor. There was a woman sitting on one of them. She was packing something into a small bag.

"Mommy?" he asked.

The woman looked up. She had the same green eyes and spikey brown hair as Raimundo. She, too, was wearing rags. Around her neck was the medallion that Raimundo always wore.

"Raimundo," she said, sounding surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"Why are you packing a bag, Mommy?" Raimundo asked, sitting down next to her.

"Nothing," the lady replied. She scooped Raimundo into her arms. "Mommy's just going away for a while."

"Can I come too?" Raimundo asked.

The woman smiled. "No, honey."

"Then whose going to read me bedtime stories and let me go to school?"

"Why, Ana will, of course," the woman said.

"But Ana is only fourteen," he said. "How can she?"

"Ana is a smart girl. She'll figure it out," the woman said. She put Raimundo down and got up. She reached behind her neck and undid the clasp of her medallion. She bent down and gave it to Raimundo.

"Your giving me Daddy's medallion?" he asked, surprised.

"Just keep it close to your heart, my son," she said. She gave him one last hug and a kiss on his forehead. Then, she left through the whole in the wall, leaving Raimundo standing there alone.

The scene began to change. It was about three years later. Raimundo was standing in a dark alley, alone. The medallion was around his neck. It was sunset. At the end of the alley, a bunch of boys appeared, holding a scared looking three year old. The boys just dumped the little one off in front of Raimundo.

"We brought the one who stole your shoe," one of them said.

"Leave," Raimundo ordered. The boys obeyed, looking fearfully over their shoulder. Before they left completely, the group heard one of them say, "He's dead."

"Problema will never let him leave that alley. At least not without a bunch of bruises and a few broken ribs," another whispered back. Then they were gone.

The group looked back the scene before them.

"I'm only going to say this once," Raimundo said. "You mess with Trouble, you get no mercy."

"I'm sorry!" the boy exclaimed. "I didn't know it was you!"

"So you say," Raimundo said. "Give me the shoe," he demanded.

The boy fearfully held out the shoe. Raimundo grabbed it. He held it close to his face, inspecting it. "You have ripped the sole," he said at last.

"No, I-"

"Are you saying I am wrong?" Raimundo asked dangerously.

"No, Trouble," the boy said. "I was just mearly suggesting-"

"Your suggesting days are over," Raimundo said. He walked menacingly up to the boy. A shadow fell across them and the scene changed again.

It was a few years later. Raimundo looked to be about twelve years old and was standing in front of a red and white circus tent. The Portugese Circus. There was an older girl with him; she was about eighteen. She had black hair and brown eyes. Behind her were six other children, all younger than the girl. They all resembled Raimundo except they had either black or blonde hair and brown or blue eyes. Raimundo was the only one with green eyes and brown hair.

"Are you just goig to leave me here?" he asked.

"This will be much better for you, Raimundo," the girl said.

"How, Ana?" Rai asked. "What could be better than living on the streets? I have everything there!"

"Trust me," Ana said. "If you live here, you can have a better education, warm food every night, a nice soft bed, and so many friends."

"But I want to stay with you, and Isa, and Matteo and Alejandre and Stephan and Margarita and Clara," Raimundo said. "That's what Mom said!"

"Mom left, Raimundo!" Ana exclaimed. "She didn't care about any of us! She left me in charge and I want you to have a better life than any of us did!" Ana kneeled down to Raimundo's height and took him by the shoulders. "Whatever you do, remember that you are the youngest child of Nicholas and Abigail. And if you keep their medallion close to your heart, you can do anything and everything."

A younger looking Leonardo came out of the tent. "Are you ready to go? We have to leave for Madrid in a few hours," he said.

Raimundo looked at Leonardo, then at Ana. She smiled and gave him one last hug. His brothers and sisters came up and hugged him as well. They said their goodbyes and then walked away. They didn't look back.

"Well, Raimundo," Leonardo said, beaming down upon him. "Shall we get going?"

"I guess," Raimundo said.

"Hey, what's that around your neck?" Leonardo asked, looking at Rai's medallion.

"It's my medallion," Rai said, holding it close.

"Funny, a man passed through here a few years ago and had one just like it. I offered him twenty-thousand dollars for it, but he wouldn't sell. How about you sell that one to me."

"No," Raimundo said.

"Come on," Leonardo said, his smile fading.

"No."

"Let me have it!"

"No!"

Leonardo raised his hand. Raimundo didn't back down, but before the others could see any more, the scene changed yet again.

This time is was different though. The group didn't stay in one scene. They just flashed before their eyes; one of Raimundo being lifted up by ropes for his act; Raimundo trying to escape the Circus, only to be caught by Leonardo; Rai having his wrists bound together because he had tried to escape yet again; Leonardo sneaking into Rai's room one night and stealing the medallion right off of his neck; Raimundo doing a trick and then afterwards was met by Master Fung; Raimundo stealing his medallion back before he left the Circus with Master Fung; meeting Omi, Clay, and Kimiko; and all of this happening over the course of two years, making Raimundo fourteen now.

"What's happening?" Kimiko asked.

"I believe Raimundo is waking up! We have to go!" Omi said as a pink portal opened up next to them.

"Let's go!" Clay exlaimed.

The three friends jumped into the portal. They landed in a heap on the floor next to Raimundo's bed. He was sitting up, holding his head as if he had a headache. The others stood up.

"Uh," Raimundo said. "Why do I feel like I had a bunch of bricks were dropped on my head?"

"Um, funny story about that," Kimiko said. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"I was going to find Dojo to apologize, but then..." Raimundo stopped. He looked at the others, then to the Wu that were on the ground, then back to his friends, wide-eyed. "You guys didn't?" he asked.

The others stayed quiet.

"I don't believe you!" Raimundo said. "I thought I could trust you!"

"Rai, why didn't you tell us all of that had happened?" Kimiko asked.

"Because it was none of your business!" Raimundo said. He got up and pushed past them, running out of the room.

The others just stood there, knowing that they had just done one of the most evilest thing they ever could have done.