CHAPTER TWO: JEALOUSY

Chase Young sat on his throne in his home, petting a tiger warrior, which was purring loudly. He had been thinking over his final decision and concluded that it was the best option. He began wondering how to get the Chosen Dragon to the dark side. Should he lie, or trick them? Maybe he could even force his victim. With a small smile, he stood up and brushed down his golden, red and black armour. His home was peacefully quiet and the floating hag was nowhere to be seen. He was sure Wuya would turn up soon enough, but he would enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasted.

Just then, Wuya swooped into the room in her ghostly manner and glided next to Chase. That didn't last long. He let out a groan under his breath. Why does she always turn up when I'm enjoying the peace and quiet? He wondered if she turned up at that time purposely, just to irritate him. If she did, it was working well. The tiger fled from the room. Chase thought to himself, I wish I could do that to get away from her.

"Well, have you decided that you've made the right choice yet?" She asked, with a slight note of irritation in her voice.

"Indeed, I have." Chase replied, sitting back down in his throne, sounding rather bored. Wuya let out an irritated snort and threw her ghostly arms in the air. She had secretly been hoping Chase would change his mind.

"But why her?" The emphasis she had put on the word 'her' told Chase only that. Wuya was definitely not happy with his choice.

"Kimiko is the best Xiaolin Dragon. Not only is her element of use to me, but also the anger that builds inside her is growing. What better way to channel her anger than through the use of her element against those who have wronged her?" He paused, and Wuya made a small noise that sounded like a scoff. Chase ignored her.

"Besides Wuya, her power grows. She will soon become a better fighter than Omi, and when that time comes, she must be on our side. When she joins the forces of evil, I will shape her and mould her into my own apprentice. When the day comes for her to rule at my side, she will crave evil enough by then for me to step aside, if I so choose it." Chase added. He answered with a clear tone of boredom in his voice. He wondered where Catnappe had left the old puzzle box when she had released Wuya. Perhaps he could force the old hag back into it.

"CHASE!" She screamed at him, while he calmly slid his eyes to her and pretended to listen intently.

"What if she grows to powerful for you, and betrays you?" She almost shouted, trying to hold his attention. With a dismissive wave of his hand she fell silent.

"Please cease your idiotic screeching. You need not fret, Wuya. I will not allow her to advance to such a stage without her gaining my complete trust." His thoughts drifted back to the beautiful Kimiko at his side. He imagined her in a long black gown with her hair tied back into a sophisticated ponytail with her hand rested upon his. They both sat in thrones, with a long hall of peasants bowing down before them both. He was too lost in his thoughts really follow what Wuya was barking at him. Wuya let out a frustrated cry and then she let out a nasty laugh.

"Who would have ever thought that Chase Young would be fantasizing about the enemy?" She sneered, clearly picking up on his trail of thought.

"Don't be ridiculous, Wuya. I have no thoughts of the child other than the best methods to convert her to our side." He lied, trying his best to look genuine. His heart began to thump loudly. Wuya knew and she would not hesitate to torment him until he admitted it. Wuya continued in a soft voice.

"You've fallen from your high horse, Chase. You've collaborated with the enemy in the past, and now you fantasize about them? Oh, how the mighty have fallen." Chase let out an irritated sigh and pretended to look bored.

"Leave me be, Wuya. You cannot say I 'collaborate' with the enemy when the only time you've risen to a slightly higher power this century was with the aid of the Xiaolin Dragon of Wind." He replied icily. She chuckled and glided around his throne, whispering in his ears.

"Oh no, Chase. Now I know about your little dreams, you will respect me a little more now." Chase sighed again and rolled his eyes. "Maybe you could even fetch me new Shen Gong Wu when they reveal themselves, or turn me back into my former self?" She added with a smirk.

"Wuya, I would not return you to your body. I can barely stand to have you around as it is. Nor will I fetch you Shen Gong Wu, they are used only by the weak and powerless. I would not suggest anybody use them. They grant false power." She was irritating him now.

"Powerless, am I?" She asked, her voice rising steadily. "I may have little power at the moment, but at least I don't resort to desperate measures, like you, Chase. You're fantasizing about a silly little girl."

"You know, Wuya. You do not hide your jealousy well at all. Green is an ugly colour on you." Chase commented, with a slight smirk at her. She glared.

"Why would I be jealous of her?" Wuya asked, folding her ghostly arms. They both already knew the answer. Deep inside, Wuya knew she cared a great deal for Chase and she was deeply jealous by the amount of time Chase and spent thinking about Kimiko. She had tried to hide it from him, but only rarely did something slip past Chase.

"Because I'm too busy thinking about another person to bother with you or your constant attempts for my attention." He said, rather coldly. Wuya was rather taken aback. She swept away, muttering and cursing Chase under her breath. Chase leant back in his chair, looking rather comfortable. His home was quiet again. He smiled to himself and let his thoughts stray once again.