New chapter! WOOT WOOT! Sorry for the wait, I have just been tres occupee! So I hope you like this chapter. In order to get this up right now, I did a very horrible job at looking it over. In other words I just clicked spell check. :/.
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Walking in and out of the plethora of people was a practically second nature for him. Even during the festival, he didn't have any added trouble walking through the extra people. He would occasionally say "hi" to people who had greeted him, or who he recognized. He had to be nice to the people he saw, even though this was one of the worst days in his opinion. The festival always used to be fun for him, but nothing but bad memories plagued his mind now. He wished he didn't have to go out into this, but if the mayors own kids didn't go out to the festival that marked the cities birth, then people would consider them jerks, or not grateful of their cities history or some garbage like that.
"Olá Alex" someone addressed him as they walked by. He quickly muttered an "Olá" back to the person he didn't even know. He shrugged it off easily. One of the many colleagues of Rodrigo Pedersoa, the ever popular mayor of Tubarao. If they had to live with him however, they would surely devise an escape from the prison he had created at their home.
His mind then drifted back to the reason he was walking through this throng of locals, and a few people who came up from Rio. He needed to find his sister. She had become quite reckless, and for whatever reason, it became his job to keep the wild child in check. It was probably because she actually listened to him. As quickly as his mind drifted back to his job, he stopped as his eyes caught sight of one of the people standing in line for food.
"O que no mundo!"
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"Do you guys ever get the feeling that you just don't fit in?" Jermaine uttered, glancing around at people, who were going out of their way to look at the trio.
"We cannot let this distract us from our mission." Omi attempted to enlighten his fellow comrades.
Clay rolled his eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck. Omi was so mission oriented that when on a mission, nothing could possibly keep him from it. But for himself on the other hand, he could be distracted quite easily if he, for example, was uncomfortable. And at the present moment, people openly staring at him, and whispering to their companions sent him into a tad of a frenzy.
He could feel his palms getting sweaty, and having a tad bit of a hot flash, as well as a cold sweat. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought that he was going through menopause. Luckily he knew better. He pulled at his collar and red bandanna as he saw someone who had been staring at them, run into a small knickknacks cart.
"Guys?" Clay questioned. "Maybe we can look for tha' new weapon in a less, I don't kno', public way?" he lifted his hat off of his head and wiped his forehead with his forearm, glancing around yet again.
"Not so comfortable in crowds are we?" Dojo teased from inside Omi's robe, his head poking up alongside Omi's.
"It ain't crowds that bother me, its tha' darn starin'!" Clay snapped back, glaring at the dragon.
A sly grin still stayed on Dojo's face as he spoke again. "A little hot under the collar there." Dojo had to cover his mouth with his claw to prevent a full on hysterical laugh from coming out his mouth.
Clay narrowed his eyes even more at Dojo, but turned to Jermaine when he too let out a small snicker. "As uncomfortable as I am with all eyes on me, I will beat ya to a pulp before I get out of this festival."
Jermaine tilted his head to the side with a scowl on his face. "It's not my fault that when Dojo is actually the slightest bit funny, it's at your expense."
"How about instead of walkin' 'round aimlessly, we actually start thinking of possible places fur Omi's weapon." Clay huffed, not wishing to stay on the present topic.
"Fortunately for you my friends, I have already thought of many possible hiding places of my weapon, and ways of finding it discretely." Omi spoke up finally. "And luckily for Clay, it involves sitting small."
Everyone was quiet for a moment, before everyone, excluding Omi, lit up with comprehension. "Lying low!" they corrected together.
"Wherever!" Omi replied swooshing his hand in the air like a stuck up high school freshmen girl. "Let's leave this crowd of people so no one can eavesdrop on the plan and try to steal my weapon out from under my nose! Follow me!" he yelled confidently.
Clay and Jermaine shared a sideways glance at each other, before looking back at Omi who had stopped after only two steps, and sheepishly turned around, as Dojo slapped his and against his head, shaking it back and forth.
"Perhaps someone who is tall enough to see over these people should lead us out to a private area?" he said rubbing the back of his head, as his face flushed from embarrassment.
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Wuya sat with her legs propped up on top of the table and a nail file in hand, sharpening her nails just to her liking. She held up her hand in front of her and examined her nails, and grinned. "Perfect."
She then proceeded to stand up, and walked to her room on the train. She grabbed the handles on either door, and looked in both directions a few times to make sure no one was in sight, and slammed the doors shut. Then with a flick of her wrist, and a click, the door locked. She then walked over to the closet, and opened it.
To anyone, her closet was just full of clothes, and shoes, but of course she knew better. She waved her glowing green hand across the closet, and slowly some of her shoes and clothes vanished, and were instead replaced with an old Chinese black kang table. The table had gold Chinese letters written along the edges, and two large ones on either door. Wuya grinned as she opened the doors and pulled out a scroll.
As she read the scroll, her eyes lit up brighter with every word, and her smile grew. "Once those dragons have found their weapons, I can beat them to the treasure, and then I can conquer this world." She mused to herself. "Then get rid of Jack."
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"Olá." Alex said as he caustiously approached this stranger. There was no possible way this guy was even from Rio.
He had heard talk early about some strange people walking around and people said that it was probably a good idea to stay away from them. But there were three of them, and this is only one. Besides his curiosity was getting the best of him, like always, and he couldn't resist poking some fun at this freak.
The red head answered with a muffled hello, due to all the food stuffed in his mouth, that made Alex scrunch his face in disgust. He waited for this person to swallow all his food, and watched in annoyance as he then wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his black trench coat.
"You haven't happened to see a fancy shmanzy weapon around here have you?"
Alex rolled his eyes. The guy was ignorant of the fact that everyone around him speaks Portuguese, and didn't even attempt to speak the language. Locals don't exactly like that quality in tourists. Then he had no manners, considering as he talked, he picked at his teeth with his fingernails. But he did seem foolish, and he could get pretty far with that.
"I see you speak English. Luckily for you, I know English." Alex grinned. "May I ask your name empurrão?"
"The name is Jack Spicer, evil boy genius!" he proclaimed sticking his hand out that had been picking at his teeth.
Alex pretended not to see him stick his hand out, and put his hands in his pocket. "Well, I am Alex, sarcastic guy, and to answer your earlier question Jack; No."
Jack pulled his hand that had been awaiting a hand shake up to his chin and narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "You know Alex; you look and sound awfully familiar."
"Well that doesn't sound stalkerish."
Jack ignored his statement and continued on. "Well you're a local here; you should help me find this weapon. After all you probably roam these streets quite a bit."
Alex crossed his arms in front of his chest, not liking what Jack was implying. Soon though, a thought crossed his mind, and couldn't help but smile. "I would love to show you around. Follow me Jacky!" Alex turned around and started walking.
"Pederosa." Jack called out.
"Yeah that's my last name." Alex responded cheerily, pointing to the back of his shirt that had his name on the back.
"That name rings a bell inside my head, but I can't quite place it." Jack mumbled thoughtfully.
"I'm sure that bell is the only thing inside your head." Alex grumbled under his breath.
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"How I'm I supposed to know where to look for my weapon here!" Raimundo groaned, weaving in and out of people, Kimiko's hand held tightly in his. "Not only do I have to deal with this stupid festival, but I have to deal with not being recognized by anybody."
"The Xiaolin to." Kimiko added.
"Yeah, that doesn't help."
"Well maybe we are going about this wrong." Kimiko stated, dragging Raimundo towards an empty building front. "If these weapons are only meant for us to find, don't you think that maybe they are hidden in a less populated spot?"
Raimundo opened his mouth to respond, but closed his mouth right away, as a blush crept across his face. "I was just waiting to see how long it would take you to think of that. Congrats! You passed." He rushed.
"Sure Rai." She said grinning at him.
"Come on, I have an idea of where to look." Rai grumbled pulling her back into the crowd, and avoiding the look of smugness on her face.
Kimiko grinned at the back of Raimundo's head. "You know it's not that hard to admit I'm right."
Raimundo turned his head to glance at her, his grin on his face, and he pulled her hood over her head even more. "Shut up."
Not that much later, he had led them to a path that was wood, but then slowly turned to just sand. There were some people standing on the edges of the path, probably taking a break from the busy streets of the festival that had consumed most of the town.
Raimundo then pulled her to a grassy area, which had the beginnings of a path, or perhaps what was left of a path. He then pulled his hood off, and ran his hand through is hair, and then turned to Kimiko. "You can take your hood off. No one will be back here, and if someone is, it's dark enough out that they won't recognize me."
"How do you know no one will be back here?" Kimiko asked as she smoothed out her hair.
"This is Pederosa private property, only Pederosa's can be back here."
Kimiko raised her eyebrow at him. "What if one of your brothers or sisters is here?"
Raimundo let out a chuckle. "Nah, they won't be here. The mayor's kids have to be at the festival. It wouldn't be a good reflection on him." He grinned. "Besides, it's just part of the beach. My mom made my dad buy the property. Some company from the city wanted to build a private resort or something here, but my mom believes she is also earth's mom, and didn't want the natural habitat ruined."
"Your mom sounds nice." Kimiko smiled.
Raimundo stared down at his feet. "Yeah she is."
They started walking further down the beach to begin the search, but were interrupted right away.
"Alex! Você é suposto estar a olhar para fora para Lina, não colocando os movimentos em uma garota!"(Alez! You are supposed to be looking out for Lina, not putting the moves on some girl!)
Kimiko looked at Raimundo, panic evident on her face. "What now!" she hissed at him.
Raimundod grinned nervously at her, and let out a small high pitched laugh. "Well if I remember correctly, that is my brother Izzy's voice. Apparently he thinks I'm Alex."
Kimiko looked behind them, only to see him walking towards them. "What are we going to do!" she whispered harshly as she hit him on the back of his head.
"Run?"
"We can't run Mr. No one will be back here." She said, hitting him on his arm. "There is no where to run to!"
"Alex!" came Izzy's voice, but this time much closer, also sounding annoyed.
Raimundo then turned Kimiko around, as he put his hood back up, and hid behind her. "Just tell him I'm not Alex."
"I don't speak portuguese!" She protested.
"My whole family speaks English. Thats my moms first launaguage."
Izzy clearing his throat brought Kimiko's attention back to him. "Um, hi." She started unsure.
"Hi." Izzy responeded giveing her a strange look. " Would you mind if i talked to my brother." He said in his accented voice.
Kimiko gave him a nervous smile, knowing he wouldn't believe her. "This isn't your brother Alex." She said, which was true.
"Look, I know when I see one of my siblings, so if you don't mind." Izzy replied, sounding quite annoyed, as he reached to push her aside.
Raimundo on the other hand kept her firmly in place, but it didn't keep her from rocking back and forth a little. She let out a grunt of prostest as this prosisted for a few minutes. "Okay!" she yelled, her temper flaring, pushing Izzy away from her. "Look! This really isn't your brother Alex!" she said pointing her finger at Izzy, but then turned on Raimundo. "And you need to stop being a chicken and face your goddamn irrational fear!"
"No!" Raimundo whispered hoarsly at her, and tried to turn and run, but Kimiko caught him.
"Make amends!" she commanded.
"What is going on!" Izzy complained.
Rai looked at his brother who didn't look like he changed much at all. But he did seem to look more muscular and older. He wished that he hadn't found Izzy first, if he had to find one of his siblings at all. He then looked at Kimiko, who still had a firm grip on his shoulder. He let out a sigh.
He slowly reached for his hood, but kept his head down. "I'm really not Alex." He said keeping the conversation in English for Kimiko's sake. "But I am your brother." He said glancing up slightly.
Izzy wore a confused expression, until the moons light made those green eyes light up in mischeif. "Raimundo?"
"Aye long time no see." Rai replied lifting his head up the way.
"Rai?" Izzy said again, not finding any other words to say.
"Clearly!" Rai yelled in agitation, which was probably the wrong thing to do, considering Izzy tackeled him to the ground.
"Saia!" Raimundo yelled as Izzy pinned him to the ground. "Saia!"
"What the hell Raimundo! You think you can just show up after two years! On on today of all days! You are dumber than thought!" Izzy screamed at him.
Raimundo was slightly surprised that he didn't sound too angry, but almost relieved. "Well I was trying to stay under the radar. But if you don't mind, I'm getting sand in my underwear, and it is very uncombfortable."
Izzy let out a laugh, but didn't get up. "Well call it payback, or karma. If you ask me you deserve it, so you are going to have to make me."
Raimnundo figured as much, and did just so. He then kneed him in the stomach, and was able to slip his wrist out of Izzy's grip well he was caught off guard, then pushed him in the chest, making him loose his balance. Raimundo then sat up, and pushed Izzy down on the sand and pinned him.
Rai grinned at his bother. "Easy enough." But he stood up soon after, standing next to Kimiko, leaving his brother to get up on his own.
The two brothers stared at each other for awhile, Raimundo's grin never fading, while Izzy glared. Soon however, Izzy softend, and let out a sigh. "You haven't even changed a bit."
"You would be surprised actually." Rai responded.
"I really just have two questions for you." Izzy started. "Well three. What happened the night you left; Where did you go; and who is she?"
Rai laughed again. "I have one question for you." He looked at his brother in the eye, and turned serious.
"Will you believe me?"
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Tada! The hopefully long awaited chapter is finished! I really didn't mean to take this long, but I was just oobber busy! But found my free time today, and quite literally typed this in three hours!
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