Chapter 3: First Step

"I wonder if there is a Sheng Gong Wu out there that can turn you into a baby." Raimundo casually said.

"That'd be mighty dandy in stopping Spicer from stealin' all the good Wu." Clay casually responded.

"Speaking of infants, where do babies come from?" Omi not-so-casually asked.

Clay and Raimundo exchanged a glance that said, 'You wanna take that one?'. "That's a Master Fung question, Omi." Raimundo responded, followed up by an agreement from Clay.

"I see." Omi said. "Naturally, Master Fung would know more on the topic, as he is older and wiser."

"Actually, I'd say Raimundo knows more about that than every Xiaolin Dragon combined." Clay said, looking over at Rai.

Omi looked confused when a smirk and a blush fell over his fellow dragon. "Anyways," Clay began again, "Master Fung would be able to explain the... uh... process... much better than either one of us could."

"Indeed!" Omi agreed, cheerfully.

As soon as the Dragon of Water disappeared inside the temple, Raimundo nudged Clay. "I would've told him to go ask Kimiko but she'd just slap me in the face and ask what I've been teaching him. Weird huh?" he asked.

"Yup." Clay sarcastically agreed. "Such a crazy assumption."

Jack raked the remaining bits of fabric into the garbage can. Using a spare outfit of his, he had fashioned out a short top and a matching skirt for his little cat-friend. "It doesn't look half-bad." Wuya remarked, slightly impressed by Jack's handiwork.

The girl looked at down at the floor and noticed an air vent. She squatted down and poked the screws bolting it to the floor. "Luckily, I had an extra jacket and an old red T-shirt in my closet. Using my genius skills in both technology and designing, I created her this." he turned, gesturing to her outfit.

She stood over the vent. As soon as Jack pointed his arm to her, the air kicked on. Her homemade skirt flew up, causing Jack to turn his head. "You made her a skirt, but you didn't make any underwear to go with it? You idiot!" Wuya growled in her raspy voice.

Jack was annoyed at this comment. He had spent a good three hours putting that outfit together, only to have Wuya push him down for not making underwear to go with it. "I didn't think there'd be any situations like this!" he said.

"So, once again, you didn't think a plan through?"

"Why are you yelling at me? If you want it perfect, then do it yourself!"

"I can't! That's why I'm living in your basement, you-"

Their argument ceased. Both of them, even Wuya, felt something grab them and slowly pull them down. Her tails were able to touch even the ghostly witch Wuya. Using this ability, she pulled the arguing couple down into her arms, hugging them tightly. She softly purred, sending a warm, fuzzy feeling down into their hearts. "Mew..." she whispered to them, the softness of her voice erasing the bitterness left in their souls from their feuding.

Jack felt his eyes growing heavy as her warmth engulfed him. Wuya, being unble to sleep was simply calmed. "Maybe I was a little bit hard on him..." she thought, "He did his best, after all."

She looked down on him as the girl cradled him with her many tails. "Am I the reason we don't get along?" Wuya thought.

As she began to hover away to ponder her question, she looked back. She would have never accepted that fact without this girl here. Master Fung of the Xiaolin Temple had once said, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Perhaps this girl was that first step. That first step into the journey of a healthy friendship between her and her... friend, Jack Spicer. That word and his name went together harmonically in her mind for the very first time.