This one is quite short, I apologize.

Also, its more implied RaiKim.

Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown.

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Title: Jeeeeeealous?

Basic Summary: Raimundo eavesdrops on Kimiko's conversation, and doesn't exactly take what he hears lightly.

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"PEDROSA!" a shrill, high pitched voice erupted from the bathroom section of the temple. The curtain was pushed aside, revealing an angry fire Dragon in training. Her skin that wasn't being covered by a towel flamed, glowing a bright pink. Her lips were curled into a snarl and her hands were clenched tightly.

She was angry.

"Aye girl, you oughtta cool down." A familiar Brazilian monk spoke. Kimiko turned to him angrily as he leaned against the pillar. His hands were tucked into his pockets as a smirk was spread onto his face, showing Kimiko he was the obvious culprit for her predicament. Not that there was any doubt it was him.

Taking a few angry steps towards him, she stopped when she was in arm's length. Her arm had extended towards him, and she held her open palm out. "Hand it over." she spat. She had to look up at him due to their height differences, but her eyes battled for dominance. Short girls could be intimidating as well.

Unfortunately for her, the wind warrior simply treated this as if it were the norm, which it technically was. She as good as well knew he was doing this to get under her skin, and she silently applauded him.

It was.

"Give what?" Raimundo asked innocently, acting as if he had no clue as to what she was talking about. Kimiko's nostrils flared. "I'm really not in the mood." she snapped. "Give me back my stuff."

Raimundo held his arms up as if he was surrendering. "I swear to Dashi I don't have it." He said solemnly. Kimiko only rose an eyebrow as a smile started to break through his current expression. "But I might have an idea of who does." he added.

It took a few seconds for Kimiko to figure it out. Whomever Raimundo was speaking about pushed through her mind quickly as she sighed heavily before turning the other direction.

"OMI!"

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Raimundo wandered the halls of the temple not exactly having a set destination. It was one of the off days the monks had, and they couldn't spend it at the beach like usual, due to the pouring rain thundering outside.

It was Clay's turn to make lunch, and Omi had decided to go train, staying as far away from him and Kimiko as possible. 'Poor guy.' Raimundo laughed silently to himself, remembering how he had set him up with Kimiko's things, and the aftermath of the Japanese girl's beating.

He wandered near their rooms, about to get his soccerball, when he heard a familiar female voice coming from Kimiko's room. It sounded like she was talking to somebody.

"Please Keiko, you have to believe me. It was nothing like that!" Raimundo inched closer, pressing his ear against the wooden door.

There was a pause before Kimiko spoke again. "He was just asking me something! I swear!" There was another pause and then a sigh.

"No, he didn't ask me to go out with him." Raimundo cocked an eyebrow. His curiousity sparked in him, unconsciously growing more and more until with every word Kimiko spoke.

"I'm sorry. He told me not to tell you." Kimiko muttered lowly. There was a longer pause, but just faintly, Raimundo could hear high-pitched, angered yelling coming from the phone.

"I didn't get together with your boyfriend!" Kimiko exclaimed after the yelling had ceased. Another long pause.

"I have a boyfriend."

The words came so quickly that Raimundo almost didn't hear it. Almost. His eyes buldged as soon as the last word left her mouth. Unknown jealousy invited itself into Raimundo, making his face form a scowl. It confused him as much as it made him angry, the thought of Kim being with any boy that wasn't him. He continued to listen, hoping to get details of Kim's mystery boyfriend.

"Yes." Kimiko answered hastily. He heard Keiko's chatter from the phone. "Pictures?" he heard Kimiko apprehensively ask after a while.

Raimundo scoffed. If he ever met the guy, the only thing he'd be taking was a fist to the face-

Kimiko's nervous laugh sounded from the other side. "He doesn't really like pictures-"

Anger and jealousy turned into confusion. It took a while for Raimundo's mind to register, but it finally dawned on him that she prevaricated the answer, making him conclude another issue.

Kimiko Tohomiko didn't have a boyfriend.

The jealousy started to slowly seep away from the brown haired monk, making him grin ear to ear. He left Kimiko's conversation, separating himself from the door, before heading off to his room and shutting the door .

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Wow that was so bad.