Okay! So its been a while, and for this chapter I wanted to dive in more into my headcanon for Kimiko. This is only part of the headcanon, and comments/opinions are always welcomed.
Enjoy the read! 3
The wu is the last thing on every monks mind.
Once everyone had separated in search of the Genie Moo, they all found themselves distracted by the assortments of activities and items scattered around the market; all for Omi who was focused until he came across the elusive cow. His encounter with Bessie a while back discouraged him from pursuing his mission, but what were the chances of being manhandled by two cows? Raimundo was showing the kids, or at least showing off, his soccer handling skills. Clay had come across a food booth and came for a sample, and stayed for the buffet. Even Kimiko was distracted by the nick-knacks the little market had to offer.
Her fingers wandered over a handmade doll, it's eyes sewed buttons and it's dress a simple floral print. The hair was yellow yarn that had been pulled and sewn back into place, being held in a bun. The monk tilted her head with a soft smile. The doll reminded her of one she had when she was younger. It had been given to Kimiko by her mother before she disappeared but the doll has long been gone. She had misplaced it when she and her father had moved, and it did not help that her father was reluctant to tell the child where her doll was; or why she could not see her mother. The monk was young when her mother disappeared and she never got the chance to really know her. The soft touch of her mother's hands always haunted her in her dreams, and she remembered the loving blue eyes that always used to lull her to sleep. But that was all and it depressed the teen. Growing up she always had to celebrate Mother's Day with fading memories and cartoons. When parents came to teacher conferences or bigger events with both parents. she felt like there was a part of her missing. That she was being left out of some wonderful secret that would help shape her as a person and help guide her decisions. No matter how hard she wished and prayed and hoped, her mother never did come back. Neither did a stepmother, or a mother figure. She never got an answer as to why her mother left, and this made her all the more depressed.
Kimiko loved her father dearly, but with him always dealing with the company this left less time for them to spend together. Even when they did get the chance, always brought his work with him and used Kimiko as a test subject. Although she did enjoy helping her father, she wished she could have spent more quality time with him. Kimiko also wished he could of explained to her why her mother was not around anymore, but her father usually changed the subject or ignored it all together. She understood that he wanted to only protect his little girl, but Kimiko needed this. She wanted closure and to better understand her childhood. To better understand her father. But he always kept her mother a secret, and the thought alone made her worry. What was so bad that her father could be keeping from her?
In hopes of cheering herself up, she looked over the doll and made her decision. With a soft smile Kimiko picked up the doll and brushed at it's yarn hair. She peered up at the elderly women running the booth. "Excuse me. How much does this cost?" Once her payment was made Kimiko walked off with her new doll in hand, holding it up as she stared into its eyes. The buttons did not glisten with a new life when they were new. The reflected light showed the scratches and smudges present. The light also have a better view of the rougher material the doll was made of. It was not broken but it did have traces of flour and dingier stains of who-knows-what. The dress was in decent condition, though it needed some sort of flair. Maybe a bit of lace or ribbon would do. Regardless the Dragon of Fire smiled, cradling the doll in her arms like a newborn child. "Don't you worry. I'll get you cleaned up in no time."
A glitter caught her eye. And there she saw it.
The booth she was approaching had an array of assorted statues and trinkets, most being crafted in honor to represent a god. Sitting proudly on the top shell was the Genie Moo, glistening with it;s own proud light. It sat wedged between a Buddha and waving cat and she beamed. This really was her lucky day!
But where there was a wu, there was always an enemy close by…