I don't own Xiaolin Showdown

Omi, Raimundo, Kimiko, Clay, and Dojo were shocked at what had just happened. The wind element had no effect on the girl. She had just walked on it as if she made out of stone. Then the most surprising thing. She waved her fan around and her, Jack, and the shen gong wu had disappeared.

"What was that all about?" Clay asked as he broke the silence.

"I don't even know," Raimundo answered. He had never seen anyone disappear while he was watching.

Omi thought that he had been scarred for life. First of all, he had never seen anyone sneak up on them, except Chase Young, he had never seen a girl with deep cuts on the side of her mouth, and he had never seen anyone disappear.

Kimiko was trying to remember something that her grandmother had told her. Her grandmother, before she died used to say that people that had been abused in their life cannot find the right path of where to go. She had said this before she died. To Kimiko, this girl was probably a ghost. No human being could disappear like that. The clothes that she was wearing were not the clothes that most people wore in Tokyo. Yes, they wore kimonos but only on special occasions.

What did she want with Jack? What did she want with the shen gong wu? She was probably going to kill Jack since she took out a scissor and began to attack him with it. It was going to be hard to find them.

"What are we going to do now?" Dojo asked.

"We are going to save Jack from her," Kimiko said.

"And how do we do that?" Raimundo asked, "its going to take ages to find that girl."

"Raimundo," Kimiko said as she faced him, "she's a ghost. All we have to do is communicate with her."

"How do you know that we have to communicate?" Clay asked her.

This is what happens when I play with too much video games Kimiko thought. She turned around and looked at Clay. "Well its in this game that I played. To get a spirit to come to you, all you have to do is try to call its presence and communicate with it."

"And how do we do this Kimiko?" Omi asked her.

"All we have to do is find that girl's grave site and try to call her," Kimiko said.

"We don't even know who that chick was," Raimundo reminded her.

"She wasn't our modern day Japanese girl," Kimiko said, "I think she dated back to the ancient times. I know the closets museum where we have artifacts about our culture."

"Hop on," Dojo said as he transformed into his large-self. He flew once the Xiaolin Warriors hopped on.

"There," Kimiko said as she pointed to a museum building. Dojo looked down and landed. The four of them hopped off and Dojo sjrunk back to his regular size. The Xiaolin Warriors entered the building. Once they opened the door, they were welcomed with an amount of artifacts, mannaquins, fashions.

"We should spilt up," Kimiko suggested, "that way, if one of us finds something."

They agreed to split up and they did. Omi covered the west side on the museum, while Raimundo went to the north, Clay to the south, and Kimiko to the east. As Kimiko was walking she couldn't get over the fact that there were a lot of ancient beautiful clothes. She felt like they were mocking her with their silky material.

Focus she scolded herself.

Clay looked through the exhibts he came in contact with. He tried to remember how that girl looked like. She had been staying still for twenty seconds but then in a swift movement she was gone. To Clay, that girl seemed to move at the speed of light. The only thing that he didn't forget was her question: Do I look pretty? At first Clay thought she was pretty too, but when she took her mask off, he had different thoughts. Not that he would be mean like Jack to her. Clay knew better for he was the perfect gentleman.

As he was walking he came in contact with the last exhibit. He walked inside and looked. As he was walking he saw Raimundo checking out an exhibition. "What're you lookin' at pertner?" Clay asked.

Raimundo jumped ten feet in the air. "Don't do that," Raimundo told him as he landed back down on his feet. "I have been really, really, creeped out when that girl disappeared. I feel like someone is sneaking up behind me."

Clay looked behind Raimundo. "No one id sneaking up on you," he assured him.

"Yeah?" Raimundo asked as he turned around and looked behind him. He jumped back once he saw a green-eyed girl. She was wearing a surgical mask. Raimundo leaned closer to Clay, "I think we should slowly turn around and run."

"Wouldn't that make it more obvious?" Clay asked him.

"Do you want to wind up like Jack?" Raimundo asked him. He did not even want to think about what that girl had done to Jack,

The girl turned around and looked at them. She smiled through her mask and walked over. "Do I look pretty?" she asked.

"Yes," Clay nodded.

The girl's eyes went to Raimundo. She was smiling through her mask again. "How about you? Do you think I'm pretty?"

Well Raimundo began thinking, with the mask yes, without the mask, not really. "Yes," he finally annswered her.

Still smiling the girl took off her mask, revealing her deep lacerations. "How about now?"

Clay and Raimundo fought hard with each other not to scream. Clay didn't want to say no becasue that would hurt her feelings. Raimundo on the other hand did not even know what to say. She was half-and-half, kind of. "Yes," Raimundo nodded to her, "you are beautiful."

The girl had a look of surpise on her face. She reached behind her kimino and pulled out a ruby. It wasn;t just a regular ruby, it was soaked in blood. She took Raimundo's hand and put the ruby in his hand. Raimundo clutched the ruby and looked at it. "Uh, thanks I think," he muttered the last two words. Still smiling the girl turned her attention to Clay.

Clay's parents had told him not to lie. Now he was choosing whether to lie or to just tell her the truth. "Well ma'am," he began, "you do have a wonderful eye color and a wonderful texture of you hair, but the cuts in your face should be healed. No to be-ahhh!" Clay yelled as she pounced on top of him.

"Clay!" Raimundo yelled as he ran to them. The girl turned around and held out her hand. Not even touching him, Raimundo was sent back into the exhibit. The girl turned her attention back to Clay. She took out her fan and waved it around in the air. Suddenly, the two of them disappeared.

Raimundo recovered and looked straight ahead where Clay and the girl had been. They weren't there anymore. He had to go and find Omi, or Kimiko. He got up and started to look for them.

Kimiko got out of an exhibit. There was only one more that she had to go to. She walked inside the exhibit. This exhibit had artifacts from ancient Japan. It had wonderful displays of artifacts, paintings, clothes. Something caught her eyes. She turned her head and saw that in a display case, a sword was resting there. She walked up and looked at it.

The sword was straight and silver. It had a gold handle on the end and sharp point on it. On the sharp point of the sword, it had blotches of dried blood on it. She read the history of the sword.

It said: The history of this sword once belonged to a great Shoku warrior. His name remains unknown. He had a love in his life. A woman named Kuchisake-onna. He had grown jealous of her, for he was afraid she would leave him for another handsome warrior. He killed her by slitting each side of her mouth with this sword. Kuchisake-onna died of blood loss. The death of this warrior remains unknown. His history hass never been recovered.

"KIMIKO!" she looked around as she heard her name. She turned and saw Raimundo, panting.

"What happened?" she asked him.

"Clay he's gone, she took him," he said between breaths, "Omi, I can't find him anywhere!"