A/N: HOLA! Here we go! Hope you like it. BTW if you're wondering why it took me so long to submit chapters, it's due to what I call the Fanfic curse. Example: first four chapters I published in a day then, I spilled water on my comp and had to send it in for repairs, then, I submitted chapter five on my USB port stoped working and I had to send it in again. well g2g cause I'm late for class. enjoy!
Chapter Six: Inside and Out
Omi pushed himself off the ground only to find there was no ground to speak of. Although he could certainly feel something solid beneath his hands and feet, there was nothing but an infinite swirl of dark purple clouds. It didn't take long to understand where he was: the Ying Yang world.
As far as he could tell he was alone. He stood and began exploring the surrounding territory. He spent what felt like hours walking and nothing around him changed. It wouldn't have surprised him if he was told he was walking in place. Omi collapsed from exhaustion.
"Giving up so soon, young monk?" a voice echoed from the air.
Omi shot up, his fists up and ready to strike. He looked around for the carrier of the voice.
Chase Young materialized before him. Although he was still encased in the Sphere of Yun, he smiled like a free and knowing man.
"Chase Young!" Omi jumped back, his defenses still up. "I wondered when you would show your head!"
"What do you plan to do? I am no threat to you in this impenetrable bubble," Chase scoffed.
Omi slowly lowered his arms and relaxes his stance, although he made no further attempt to step closer.
"Well that's a start." Chase smiled.
"What is it you want, Chase?" Omi scowled.
"I think the real question is what do you want?" Chase asked.
"I am interested in your brain games, Chase Young." Omi sat with his back to Chase.
"I wonder how your friends are doing on the other side?" Chase pondered aloud.
Omi's ears perked up.
"Wuya has probably made it to the temple by now. What do your fellow comrades think of you abandoning them in their time of need?"
Omi lowered his head in despair. He had similar thoughts earlier. He feared that his fellow dragons would despise him for leaving them alone.
"Of course, if you were there, to save them, that could have its benefits also." A malice smile played on his lips. "Perhaps it could make a certain young monk a leader."
"I will no longer subject myself to this nonsense," Omi hissed, as stood to walk away.
"Don't you want to know how to escape the Ying Yang world?" Chase called out. Omi froze. He studied his current surroundings. There was emptiness as far as the eye could see.
"Can you really help me escape?" Omi asked, turning back to the trapped Chase Young.
"There's only one way to find out," Chase smiled.
Omi stepped forward, tentatively. He reached into his robes and pulled out a black bordered mirror.
"The Reversing Mirror. And how, pray tell, did you manage to get your hands on that?" Chase asked, pressing his palms against the glass of his prison. His nose was only an inch away from the wall and it began leaving heavy, foggy breaths on the surface.
"As I was fighting Wuya, I tackled her and was able to grab this before I was thrown off," Omi explained. Omi examined the mirror.
"If I release you that would mean Wuya would lose all her powers." Omi contemplated.
"It would seem releasing me is in everyone's best interest," Chase reasoned.
Omi raised the mirror and aimed the reflective side to the Sphere of Yun. Chase's image grinned maliciously back at him. Omi could feel his heart beating collectively faster with each passing second. He questioned if this was truly the right thing to do. Chase could see his hesitance.
"How selfish can you be, Omi?" Chase asked.
"What do you mean?" Omi responded, baffled by his accusation.
"Your friends are out there, alone and under the vicious assault of Wuya in all her glory and you can justify pausing for even one second to do what? Talk yourself into aiding the end of the world? Because that's the only thing you'll be returning to in you continue to doubt what you know to be true." Chase began sweating profusely throughout his speech. His body heaved with every breath he took.
"Hurry!" he demanded. "We don't have much time."
Omi complied, raising the mirror in the direction of Chase once more. Just as he was about to chant the words to secure Chase's release, a blue blur jumped down from the skies. It collided with Omi, sending the mirror flying into the air.
In the split second, time seemed to slow down. Omi could see the Reversing Mirror spin through the air, Chase clawing at the glass walls, his eyes also on the spinning wu, and the mysterious flashing being stretching out to catch the falling mirror. As time took its normal pace, Omi was confronted by a man's back, clothed in sky blue robe. Black hair reached as far down as the man's mid-back, swaying with each movement. The man turned to Omi.
Omi gasped, looking back to the sphere to see if his eyes deceived him. In the Sphere of Yun was a disgruntled Chase Young, sweat coating his now pale face and in front of Omi was yet another Chase Young, with kind eyes and genuine smile. Omi, shaken by this sudden turn of events, quickly took a battle stance.
"Who are you?" he cried out to the newcomer.
"It is me, Omi, Chase Young," he answered politely.
"Oh yeah? Then who is that?" He pointed to the hunched over chase, still imprisoned by the sphere.
"That is also Chase Young," he replied, matter-of-factly, "just not quite as good natured as the one that stands before you."
The blue robed Chase Young approached his counterpart, separated only by a thin sheet of glass and the magic that sealed it.
"What did you think you were going to do, Chase?" he questioned. "Get this poor warrior to set you free? What good would that do? You would still be trapped here."
"You should have stayed out of this," the trapped chase hissed, barely able to hold his own head up.
"You must be in a lot of pain. Why don't you show you show Omi what he about to release?" the second Chase said.
The first Chase gritted his teeth, finally accepting defeat. Omi watched as the man within the glass bubble no longer resembled a man. His skin began forming scales and turned putrid green. His hand elongated, growing into claws. The rest of his body bloated and expanded, cracking the bones within to fit their new form. Omi's stomach lurched, watching this thing's skin stretch and subside into the hideous beast it had become.
Omi recognized the being immediately. It was Chase Young's dragon form.
"Take a good look, young dragon," it spoke, "this is what pure evil looks like. "
Omi did notice that this creature looked far more malevolent than Chase's usual transformation. He turned to the other Chase.
"How can this be?"
Chase looked hard at the disfigurement before him. He looked back down at the small monk, eyes full with pity.
"The Ying Yang world holds many secrets, young one. I was subjected to a personality spilt." When Omi still had a puzzled expression, Chase continued, "When one spends a lengthy amount of time in the Ying Yang world with nothing but his own thoughts, their entire being divides. One form yang," he gestured to himself," and one form yin," he finished, pointing to the creature.
The dragon Chase began to cackle maliciously. "Tell him the best part," he sneered.
Omi looked from evil Chase to the one that stood beside him. He studied his face, trying to pry information by scanning his expression. By the looks of it, the news he was about to receive wasn't good.
"Since we've both been here about the same amount of time, there is a chance that this will become you."
Omi stepped back in shock.
"This cannot be. How can I stop this?" Omi asked, frantically.
"I'm not sure there is a way to stop it," Chase said. He reached out his hand and placed it on Omi's shoulder, trying to comfort the young warrior.
"Let us hope your friends come in time."
"If they don't?" Omi asked.
"If they don't arrive and you transform, your counterpart will ultimately try to eliminate you," Chase said, sorrowfully.
"Eliminate?" Omi's eyes widen.
His eyes fell on evil Chase, who lifted his claw and traced the width of his throat with his talon. He followed his pantomime with a vicious laugh, while the color drained from Omi's face. His hands instinctively clasped his neck.
"Don't mind him," Chase told Omi, "I'll be here to aid you."
Omi nodded and took a seat. Chase sat beside him.
"There is nothing left to do, but wait, then," Omi said, staring off into the empty space the surrounding him.
Hours passed and Omi could feel his body shiver. Chase took notice, but could do nothing to help the dragon of the water. A sharp pain gripped him suddenly, causing Omi to fall over, reduced to nothing more than a crawl.
The evil Chase watched in amusement as Omi writhed in agony.
"This is it, Omi," Chase said, "Try to hold on. Just try to hold on."
A/N: R and R, my chickies! ps- sorry for any grammatic errors and so forth.