Disclaimer: I do not, no matter how much I wish to, own Xiaolin Showdown

"Text": Words

Text: Thoughts/ Flashbacks

'Text': People correcting Omi's incorrect phrase

______________________________________________________________

Chapter 2: The Heylin's plan?

"Morning partner." Clay said, tipping his ten gallon cowboy hat toward the Shoku Warrior. The cowboy had started making a breakfast of eggs, bacon, fruits, and for some reason ramen.

"Where is Master Fung?" the sleepy Xiaolin monk slowly responded, scratching the back of his head, "I need to talk to him. Or at least Dojo." The Brazilian had walked past the breakfast table and had gone outside. He saw the tiny, bald Omi meditating. Raimundo sighed. The Shoku Warrior walked over to the meditating monk and patted him on the head. "Breakfast is ready."

"Thank you," Omi replied, "But I do not feel like engorging myself while Kimiko is in the hands of evil." The bald monk looked downcast.

"Cheer up little dude. Just go and eat." Raimundo said, smiling at the Xiaolin Dragon of Water. He kept smiling until the bald monk smiled back.

"Are you coming?" Omi asked, looking confused.

"In a minute. I'm just going to look for Master Fung." Raimundo said, looking down at the ground. When he heard footsteps coming up behind him, the Dragon of Wind sighed. "Look Omi, I just want to be left alone for a while."

"Are you sure about Raimundo?" Master Fung asked as the Brazilian monk turned to face his teacher. "I heard from Clay that you wanted to see me."

"Or me." Dojo said, slithering up after Master Fung. The tiny dragon made his up the old master and came to rest on his old friend's shoulder. "So, what do you want Raimundo?"

"Do you know where I can find…Loa-Mang-Lan soup?"

"Loa-Mang-Lan soup!? Why would you want that?!" Dojo gasped. The small dragon looked at the Shoku Warrior with horror. "You know what that stuff did to Chase Young, right?"

"Of course I do! I just want to know where some is so we can destroy it!" the monk said, defending his request.

"If that is what you desire," Master Fung nodded. "But what is your reasoning behind this action?"

"They've got Kimiko! What if they force her to drink Loa-Mang-Lan soup! There wouldn't be any way to bring her back!" the Shoku Warrior yelled, flinging his arms wildly. His voice carried all the way to where Clay and Omi where just starting to eat breakfast.

"I agree with you Raimundo. None of us want Kimiko on the side of the Heylin." Master Fung stated. Raimundo looked at him with a smile starting to form on his face. "Though we must wait until the next Shen Gong Wu reveals itself."

"Why?! By that time, Kimiko could be out of reach by then! We have to act now!" the Brazilian almost yelled. He couldn't understand why no one else seemed to care for Kimiko. His breathing intensified. The winds, reacting violently due the monk's heightened emotions, swirled violently around the entire Xiaolin Temple.

"Raimundo, calm down. Stay calm. The Loa-Mang-Lan soup only reveals itself when a Shen Gong Wu reveals itself." Dojo said, clinging onto Master Fung's shoulder as if his life depended on it, as it somewhat did.

"So when the next Shen Gong Wu reveals itself, the Loa-Mang-Lan soup will reveal its location?" Raimundo asked.

"Pretty much," the small green dragon agreed, nodding his scaly head, "The thing is that even if we go after the Shen Gong Wu or the soup-"

"-Chase and Wuya will get the other one." Clay said, walking up with Omi following right behind him.

"We must not let Wuya or Chase get the Shen Gong Wu." the tiny monk said matter of factly.

Astounded, Raimundo yelled, "So you are willing to let our teammate, our friend, to possibly join the Heylin side!?" Raimundo had never been angrier at Omi than he was now.

"I did not say that," Omi stated, "I simply said that we must not let the Shen Gong Wu fall into the hands of evil."

"But you just said… Gosh darn it you've got me more confused than a pig and a cattle roping contest." Clay mumbled under his breath.

"Yeah what do you mean kid?" Dojo inquired.

"I think I understand you Omi." the Shoku Warrior said, placing his hand on the small monk's shoulder. He then smiled at the cowboy and the bald monk who, in return, smiled back.

_____________________________

"So Chase, do you think that those Xiaolin monks will ever figure out what we are going to accomplish?" the Heylin witch asked the eternal warrior.

"If they do, it will already be too late." Chase replied. The two Heylin masters were immersed in silence for a minute or two.

"So you must have been the Xiaolin Dragon of Water." Wuya said, ending the silence.

"Why do say that?" the warrior asked. He hated being reminded of the years when he was on the Xiaolin side.

"Well, here in your citadel, you have numerous fountains constantly spewing out water. Not to mention that when you were on the side of good, you wore blue robes. And, that out of all of the current dragons, you seemed most interested in Omi."

"Wuya, Wuya, Wuya. In your 1500 years of solitude, you must have forgotten, but you were not always on the Heylin side. Yes, I was the Xiaolin Dragon of Water; Guan was the Dragon of Fire, Dashi, of course, was the Xiaolin Dragon of Wind. And you, you Wuya, were the Dragon of Earth."

"I barely remember anything before being trapped in that stupid little box." Wuya shrugged her shoulders.

""It has been so long Wuya." Do you expect me to remember how you went from Xiaolin to Heylin?" Chase asked rhetorically.

_____________________________

"Wudai Star: Wind!"

A gust of wind, with the strength of three typhoons, four NFL linebackers, three cows, and a chicken laying an egg, blew across the battlefield. The bald monk jumped high over the attack while the other monk slammed his foot on the ground, making a huge boulder rise. He pushed it toward the oncoming wind. The collision of wind and earth resulted in a cataclysmic burst of wind with tiny pellets of earth raining down upon the monks.

"Is that the best you've got Clay?" Raimundo asked, almost smirking.

"You ain't seen nothing yet partner. Wudai Crater: Earth!"

Using the element of wind, the Shoku Warrior easily jumped over the clump of earth and landed right beside Clay. Raimundo placed his palm on Clay's chest and shoved. Hard. The cowboy flew backwards and crashed into a wall.

"Omi. Your turn." the Xiaolin Dragon of the Wind said, flexing his fingers in the usual taunting way.

"Cougar Strike!" Omi yelled, jumping into the air and executing a spinning kick towards the Brazilian's head. Omi had expected Raimundo to dodge, but the small monk never anticipated for a counter attack almost instantly.

"Wudai Star: Wind!"

"Wudai Neptune: Ice!"

Wind and ice met with a clash that could rival the sound of a plane breaking the sound barrier.

"Bring it off, Raimundo!" the tiny monk yelled, leaping at Raimundo.

"I think you mean 'Bring it on' chrome dome." the monk replied, grabbing the outstretched foot of his opponent. With an attack fairly similar to Master Monk Guan's Roaring Phoenix, the Dragon of the Wind spun the bald monk around and around, finally releasing the small monk after becoming dizzy for a second.

After some stumbling and finally regaining balance, Omi asked, " Is that all you have to show for your new power?"

"Just wait and see." the Shoku Warrior grinned. He had always enjoyed sparring with Omi.

"Show me your true strength then. Whatever attack you use probably won't even affect me!"

"There you go again. Being overconfident in yourself." Raimundo sighed. " But you asked for it, dude."

"Hold up you two. I am sensing that a Shen Gong Wu has just revealed itself!" Dojo said, slithering up and carrying the Shen Gong Wu scroll. Raimundo walked over to Clay and helped the cowboy stand up.

""Sorry about that." The Shoku Warrior apologized.

"Don't worry. Nothing serious." Clay replied. The two monks walked back to where Dojo and Omi were waiting for them.

"The Indigo This Wu alls the user to change their opponent's mind. It's kind of like hypnotic suggestion." the tiny dragon chuckled.

"You guys remember the plan right?" Raimundo asked. The other two monks nodded solemnly. "Good. Let's get this show on the road." the brown-haired monk said, looking at the rising sun.