I think they spelled Guan wrong on the character search. We should do something about that. If this bunch of oneshots that have nothing to do with eachother had a order this would go before Saltwater hair.
"Guan is looking for you Spicer. He knows you have the Yang Yo-yo. You must come with us or he'll get you."
Long fingers drummed nervously on the scarred metal table, rattling a few loose screws that had been left to roll. Across the table from them was a pair of smaller white hands fiddling with a black and white yo-yo.
"So they sent the pretty boy in to warn me?" He mumbled, shoving the yo-yo into his pocket.
"Believe me Spicer it's a good day when I can just be a pretty face in the crowd, and this isn't one of those days." Quick fingers shot out and wrapped themselves around Jacks thin wrists.
"You're coming,"golden eyes darted to the door. In the distant someone screamed. "He's coming. If you never listen to me again listen to me now. Go into the Yin Yang World and stay there!" The fingers let go and Jacks hand groped in his pocket until he found the Yo-yo.
"But Chase...." Jack started to say. Chase turned around in a flurry of black hair and blue robes.
"Just go!" He growled.
"Yang Yo-yo." Jack shouted as the stairs began to quake with Guan's footsteps. Hurriedly he jumped into the swirly portal. It stayed open just long enough to hear Chase's final words.
"We're fools to make war on our brothers in arms."
After what might have been hours, days, weeks, or years to him Jack came out of the Yin Yang World missing his evil chi. His lair had been wrecked, covered in dried blood. His parents thought he had been kidnaped or killed and he left them a note explaining where he was going at what he was doing. Then he packed up and traveled to the Xiaolin Temple.
The monks looked at him strangely after he requested to join them. They were on the edge of turning him down until a voice spoke up from inside the temple.
"Let the boy in. He's part of the team now."
The elder monks looked skeptical but bowed in unison , he must have a reason.
"Who's there?" Foots steps echoed throughout the hall as Jack walked into the darkened temple.
"In here, I'm supposed to be sleeping."
Jack knelt in the entrance of the little sleeping quarter. Through the gloom he could make out Chase. He was sitting up a hair breadth away from the wall. He wore no shirt but his entire torso was more or less covered in bandages.
Hot salty tears were running down his face before he could register that it was his lack of evil chi making him cry.
"I'm sorry I got you hurt Chase!" He cried out while wiping his eyes with a sleeve.
"Jack it's fine," he said calmly.
"But you're hurt! Why did you even do it?" He cried out blubbering for most of it.
"You're part of my team," Chase replied with a grin.
"But you don't even like me."
"You're part of my team, why are we still talking about this?"