Chapter 1: Jack and His Xiaolin Dragons
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“Hang over the Shen Gong Wu, Wuya!”
Jack Spicer looked down from where he sat as Omi, the Xiaolin Dragon of Water, pointed at his ex-partner. He smirked as he watched the old witch bristled like a cat in anger. (It was always funny. Seeing how the old hag hates the feline family thanks to Chase Young.) His old Wu finder had gone off this evening after his long nap. (Which scared him awake. Maybe he shouldn’t have stay up until six in the morning with Raimundo.)
“Oh?” Wuya taunted as she tossed a small object up and down her hand. A cruel smirk on her narrow face. “And why should I, little Omi?”
“Wuya enough.”
Jack looked over to his right to see Chase Young a yard away.
“Oh, but Chase.” The Heylin Witch cooed in her raspy voice.
“What did I say?” The man asked, staring her down.
Wuya huffed and rolled her green eyes. “Fine, fine.”
Jack Spicer closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Without opening his eyes, he pulled out a sling-shot from the pocket of his dark green hoodie. He raised it up to his face and pulled the sling back. No backing down. He thought with a turning stomach. I got this. I can do this. I have to do this. His eyes snapped open, red eyes blazing, and release.
Clink!
“Gah!” Wuya cried out as small, round, silver object smacks her wrist.
“Omi, the Wu!” Kimiko, the Xiaolin Dragon of Fire, yelled as she made a run for it.
“On it!” The small male of the group called back, doing the same thing.
The ex-evil genius uses the sling-shot once more, distracting the red headed witch from grabbing the magical weapon. Wuya snarled as she felt tiny beads dig themselves into her back. Just as all three touch the glowing Wu, Jack felt the back of his hoodie get pulled. The pale teen let out a yelp as he was lifted off from the rock he was sitting on. With wide eyes, he looked up to see a very annoyed Chase Young staring down at him.
“Jack Spicer.”
The said male swallowed nervously. “C-Chase.”
The ancient warrior glared down. “What do you think you are doing, Worm?”
Taking a deeper breath, the red headed albino strikes his foot out between the other’s legs. “N-not helping you that’s for sure!”
(Oh gods, he just kicked The Chase Young in the balls. He’s going to throw up.)
“Gah!”
“Gong Yi Tan Pi! ”
Jack let out a grunt, falling onto his ass, as the ground below him tremble and morphed. (The urge to vomit was rising.) The teen genius watched in awe as about more then 30 poles reached up about 20 feet into the air. Soccer goal posts appeared in three sides with flags in the colors of red, green and blue. Jack couldn’t help but think that each color represented each player. Which was weird. Wouldn’t Kimiko and Omi be on the same team?
“Spicer? Is that you?”
Jack looked over to his right and two feet away was the other two Xiaolin Dragons looking at him in surprise. With a trembling hand, he gave both boys a thumbs up. He opened up his mouth to called back but couldn’t when it became filled with acid. Scrambling to his knees as he quickly could, Jack couldn't stop the gagging. (Curse his motion sickness!) Through the ring in his ears, Raimundo called his name in worry. He could also hear Clay Bailey shouting but the Dragon of Wind easier to hear.
Then he felt hands gently grab his arms from behind. His body tense even more than it already was, remembering that Chase Young was the closest to him. Except...Chase would never hold him softly. If anything, Chase would just scoff and walked away. He wasn’t stupid you know. He is a certified genius after all. He knows what people like Chase truly thinks of him. Socially awkward or not.
“It's okay Jackie. It's okay. Let it out.” An accent voice whispered in his ear as one hand rubbed his back. “I got chu.”
The albino coughed harshly and choked out a gasp.
“That’s it. Deep breathes.”
“R-Rai?” Asked the taller teen at how familiar the voice sounded.
“Yeah, it's me. You good?”
Jack held still for a bit to see if he could move his form. Seeing how his body decided to keep whatever is left over inside his stomach, the fifteen-year-old slowly stood up. Raimundo hover close with his arms out, ready to catch the other male if he should fall. The goth teen gave the Shoku Warrior a wobblily smile and looked over at the Showdown. (If he leans against the other, well no one had to know but them.) It looked as if they were playing soccer onto of poles.
“Is this some kinda air soccer?” He asked quietly.
The leader of the Xiaolin Warriors let out a husky laugh. “Yeah dude, it’s kinda cool. Wish I was out there.”
“I don’t.”
“Well, you don’t like sports.”
“Some of them lead to brain injury!”
“No-wait...yeah okay.”
Jack Spicer stuck out his tongue.
“Hey partner! You okay there?” Clay, the Dragon of Earth, asked tipping his cowboy hat up.
“We’re find cowboy!” The brown-haired male called back, keeping one hand on the red head’s back.
Jack tunes out the other two to watch as the other Xiaolin tag team the Heylin female. Kimiko had used the Third Arm Sash to block Wuya from catching the rugby ball. Omi let out a war cry as he used his Shimo Staff as a bat and slammed the ball in the direction of the red headed woman’s goal post. An excited yell escaped his throat as a ding filled the air. (Okay, he had to admit it. Rai was right about Soccer. It was pretty amazing, especially when you see all of those fancy tricks.)
“Come on guys! You got this!” Raimundo cheered his teammates.
“Kick her ass!” Jack added sharing the teen beside him energy.
Wuya looked in their direction in shock. “Jack?”
“Eyes on the ball Wuya!” Chase barked slightly paler then normal.
“Oh no you don’t!” Kimiko crackled as she used the sash to trip the older woman.
The Japanese young woman had the Third Arm wrap the other’s leg before she tossed her farther away from the ball. She then called out her Wudai Element as she ran towards Omi. The young male held out his hands letting the fire wielder use them as a spring broad. She spun in midair before kicking the ball into the Heylin’s post. Thus, ending the game in the Xiaolin’s favor.
(Jack feels like he was going to lose his voice from how loud he was cheering along with his ex-enemies.)
The battle field started to glow along with the rugby ball before quickly reforming back to what it once was. Jack let out a groan as a wave of vertigo hit him. (Why did every showdown do this to him?) He felt the Shoku Warrior wrap an arm around his waist tightly as to ground him. (Bright lights and motion sickness was not a great combo.) The pale goth tries to take deep breathes to calm his body and center himself as he clings to the shorter teen. Once everything settles down, the robot maker pulled away to stand on his own. (Completely ignoring the warm that he was missing.)
“Thanks.” He muttered softly.
“Like I said.” The green-eyed boy whispered back. “I got chu.”
“Jack Spicer is that you?”
The red eyed teen looked away from his feet to look at the yellow, round head of the Dragon of Water. Kimiko stood next to him with a raised eyebrow as she took in the tall, skinny goth.
“Hey Chrome-dome. What up?”
Omi looks up to the sky in confusion.
Clay chuckle. “He means; how are you?”
“Oh!” The short Xiaolin gasp in excitement. “I am well my friend!”
Jack rolled his eyes with a small smirk. “Well, that’s-”
“Jackson!”
The said teen flinched.
Wuya stormed over to the small group of teenagers. Her green eyes glowing brightly against the green fire that surround her body. Red hair flying into the air as long strands twist and turned in her rage. Jack whimpered as a snarl escaped red painted lips. Raimundo snarled back at the ancient women as he pulled the taller red eyed male behind him. (Jack felt his heart start to race, his breathing become short and heat climbing up his neck to his ears.) He had one hand reaching up to his shoulder where his Crest of the Condor lay in waiting and had the other stretched out to the side for protection. His teammate taking in his cues and took a fight formation.
“Stand down Wuya.” Demanded the wind user.
“Out of the way boy.” Snapped the witch.
She reached out with sharp nails.
Omi jumped in front of the other holding out the new Wu they had won. “Wuzzy Bunny!”
Everyone let out a cry as the staff (which really did look like a bunny) started to glow. The top golden part of the staff swirled open into bunny ears and a lavender gas burst from the middle. Raimundo cried out the name of his Wu as Clay grabbed Omi and Kimiko. A strong gust of wind blast from the brown hair warrior’s hand. Kimiko quickly pulled out the Golden Tiger Claws and ripped into the air. She grabbed the two boys near her and jumped into the portal, tugging them alone. Jack wrapped his arms around the waist of the monk in front of him and pulled him into the grey portal right after everyone else.
“Holy-”
“Is everyone okay?”
“Omi! What the-”
“Jack? You okay?”
“Geeze Rai, we’re fine too.”
“I am sorry my friends! I panicked!”
Jack looked around him and burst into laughter. Everyone shared a look before turning to look at the laughing robot maker. Kimiko felt her lips twitch before she joins Jack. No soon after did the other males join in. Raimundo lean back into Jack’s chest as he gasps out, his laughter dying out. Clay rubbed his eyes to get rid of the tears that were gathering. Omi was curling up at on the ground as he hugs his sides.
(Gods these people are crazy. He was going to miss them so much.)
“I can’t believe we did that.” Kimiko giggled as she tugged at her ponytail.
“I know huh?” The dark skin Brazilin agreed running his fingers through his hair as he slid down until his head was on Jack’s lap. “Holy shit.”
Jack let out a shuddery sigh as he raised his left hand to play with the boy’s bangs. “You guys didn’t have to do that you know. She wouldn’t have hurt me...I think.”
“Silence Jack Spicer.” Omi spoke up with a frown, looking at the boy he had come to see as an annoying older brother. “You were scared. I could hear you whimper like a kicked dog.”
The young boy was given a blank look.
“What I think Omi means is that he didn’t want to take the chance.” Clay smooth as he held out his gloved hand.
“That too!”
“Okay.” The black-haired girl dragged out before standing up. She stretched out her limbs before taking a few steps towards the green hoodie wearing teen. “So why were you at the showdown? Rai said you weren’t coming back the showdowns.”
She then punched his shoulder.
“Youch!”
“Also, that’s for scaring us you creep!”
“Hey now.” Clay stated as he too started to stand.
Kimiko shot the other a vicious glare. Rubbing his bruised body, Jack rolled his eyes as the tall, buff cowboy wilted under a tiny, petite figure’s glare. Thanks Clay. He thought amuse. You're a real pal. Though he did flinch when the glare was turned on him. Oof, I forgot how scary that look is.
“Well? You can’t just good missing for years-”
“It was only three-month Kimmy.”
“Shut up Jack. I’m talking right now.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Then come back like nothing happen!” Kimiko continued with a huff as she crossed her arms. “You know how worried we were? How worried Rai was? He was a mess!”
The said boy let out an offended noise as his cheeks darken. “Oi, leave me out of this!”
“Alright, alright! I hear you.” Jack sighed tiredly. “I hear you.”
Everyone looked at him in silences with Raimundo hold onto his hand.
(Jack was so thankful for this boy.)
“Rai...Raimundo told us about your grandmother, Spicer.” Omi whispered in the quiet room.
“Ah...”
“Sorry they saw me when I came back.” The teen on his lap apologized with a squeeze of his hand. “They wouldn’t leave it be until I spilled.”
“It's fine...I guess you all know about my Nonna’s death. As well as my leaving.”
“Wait what? Rai didn’t tell us that” Clay said in surprise.
“Oops.”
“Serious Raimundo?”
“Hey don’t get angry with him. He probably thought that I wanted to tell you all.” Jack cut in with a frown.
“Did you?” Kimiko asked.
All Jack do was nod. He pushed his friend off his lap and slowly stood up. He reached into his pocket and pulled a small brown box. He placed it next to the still sitting Dragon of Wind and then reached into his long sleeve. The Xiaolin monks watch with curious eyes and silent mouths as he pulled out the Changing Chopstix as well as the Reversing Mirror.
“I...I also want to bring you this.” He muttered as he activated both of the Shen Gong Wu. The box started to glow and double in size. “Since I’m leaving...I won’t be needing these anymore.”
Omi quickly open the box and gasp. He reached in and pulled out a long staff that had a crouching monkey at the end. The young boy looked up at the keeper of the staff in shock. Jack just looked away and help out the Wu in his hands out. (Oh gods does it hurt. Please dont make him say it.) Raimundo reached up and gently took them from his hands. The Dragon of Water, on the other hand, bowed his head in understanding. His friend was truly saying goodbye...and maybe forever. (Omi hopes that he is wrong.)
“Spicer...That’s the Monkey-” Clay started only to be cut off.
“I know!” Jack’s voice raised a little in hysteria.
“Whoa, whoa! Let calm down.” The green-eyed brazilin exclaimed get up to his feet. “Jackie, breathe. Everyone just shut it for a few alright?”
Everyone let out a muttered agreement.
(Fuck...why can’t people stop bring up that he’s giving...that he’s letting go...Gods, he can’t even say it in his own mind.)
“Look...I don’t know if Rai told you but the day after today,” Jack took another deep breath. It feels like that’s all he’s been doing today. “I’m leave for Manhattan, New York. It’s on the other side of the world you know. Plus, with school started within two weeks I won't be able to do any showdowns. Gonna start Junior year.”
He swallowed dryly.
“No more homeschooling or online school for me. F-fuck, I haven’t been to school since those punks from my old first grade class tried to drown me in the toilet.” He started to shake as he rambling got louder. “Not only that! I’m going to live in a big ass house by myself! Thanks mom and dad! Totally neglect your only child and leave him to defend for himself!”
“Jack! Jack calm down!” Raimundo pulled the spiraling Italian-Chinese teenager into a tight hug. “Jackson!”
The albino let out a harsh gasp clawing the boy’s back. The other monks stood back letting their leader take control. Over the years, they had watched as the two rivals who were once unable to be in the same wavelength take comfort within each other. Something must have happened all those years ago when their Shoku Leader and the Mechanical Genius was trapped alone in a cave. Somehow both bitter fighters were able to put away their antagonistic relationship and help each from becoming victims in their claustrophobia. They shared a look as they waited for their old enemy to calm down.
“You good Jackie?” Rai asked softly in the red heads ear.
Jack hum before pulling away. “Not really but that’s okay. Look I didn’t come to the showdown to start anything nor did I come for a breakdown. My Wu Finder started to act up so I decided to get it over with. I just wanna give you the Wu so I can finish packing.
He gestured to the brown plain box. “I don’t need them. I’ll be too busy trying to get my life together at New York that I’ll won’t be able to gather them. I refuse to leave them here for Wuya to use or for Hannibal Bean. So, I’m leaving them to the one person I try trust, Raimundo. No offence to you guys.”
“No offence taken Jack Spicer but are you sure?” Omi asked hugging the Monkey Staff to his chest.
“I’m sure Cheese ball.”
Ring!
Everyone jumped at the loud sound. Kimiko and Jack reach into their pockets pulling out their cellphone. The short, red-haired teen let out a scoff and press decline on the glowing screen. (Of course, it was his cell.) It was his mother that was calling him but he was in no mood to talk to her. Not now, not ever. The ex-Heylin looked at the people that had slowly became his friends. This might be the last time he would ever see them. Well, unless somehow there was a new Wu in his area or the world was ending and they need him. (Which his insecurity told him that would never happen, ignoring that he helped more the three times.)
“Well, that’s my cue to head out.” He sighed sadly. “I’ll catch you Xiaolin loser whenever I guess.”
“Goodbye my friend.” Omi teared up sadly as he rushed to hug his dear friend farewell. “Maybe we will meet again and get some Mondays once again.”
“Sundays, Omi.” Clay corrected.
“That too!”
Kimiko let out a watery giggle as she joins in the hug. “See ya around scarecrow. We’ll miss you.”
“What they said partner.” Clay tipped his large hat in their direction making sure that no could see his watery baby blue eyes. “Didn’t think ya be a good friend but ya grew on us like fungus.”
“Eh, thanks Clay.” Jack replied as he tightens his arms around the other two.
“Come on Jackie. I’ll walk you out.” The Shoku Warrior uttered as he pulled the skin white teen away.
“Right. Goodbye chumps. I smell ya later.” The ex-Heylin stated as he followed the slightly shorter male out of the temple.
They walked in silence as they headed to the entrance of the Xiaolin Temple. Jack reach into his pocket once again and pulled out his jet. He fiddles with it being careful not to damage any part of it. Raimundo shoved his hands into his white hoodie’s pockets as he stared up at the blue cloudy sky.
“So, this is goodbye huh?” The green-eyed teen remarked breaking the silence.
“Yup...a goodbye.” The red eyed teen echoed.
“Is it weird that I don’t wanna say those words?” The warrior questioned not looking at the other. “To think back when we were eleven, I wanted you gone. Now...I want you to stay.”
Jack stayed silent for a bit. Thinking what he would stay. He couldn’t say that he didn’t feel the same way when he was younger. He even made plan to trap the Xiaolins in an island without their Wu so he didn’t have to deal with them. Not that he would do that now. (No matter how much Omi would sometimes get on his nerves.)
“Sorry...I must be making this weird.” The Brazilin apologized rubbing his neck.
“Oh! No, no. I get what you mean.” The mixed-cultural teen snapped his head to stared wide eyes at the other. “Just like I said yesterday. Late night? Whatever. I said I made my mark here...and I have you guys in my life. I don’t want to leave that behind.”
(Didn’t want to leave the keeper of wind behind.)
“Jack...” Green eyes soften.
“Oh look we’re here.” Jack cut him off. He held up his miniature jet for all to see. “Do you think you can?”
“Y-yeah sure! Give me a min-here we go. Changing Chopstix! Reversing Mirror!”
Jack tosses his transportation into the air and watch it become normal size. The glass head opened and rope stairs fell out. The goth teen let out a sigh and grab on. He sent the other teen a small smile before he stared to climb. Raimundo followed until he was next to the rope. His eyes taking in the thin figure as it got settled inside the golden and black jet.
“Hey Jack!”
“Yeah?”
“What time will you need to catch your plane?”
Jack looked down at the Xiaolin Warrior. “Why?”
“I promise to say bye, right? Tell me so I can be there on time.”
“Oh! You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to, idiot.”
“Smarter than you!” Jack snapped back in good humor. He flipped on the switch bring his hand made jet on. “Also, at noon.”
“Noon. Got it.” Raimundo stated with a nod. “See you?”
Jack’s smile got wider. “See you.”
Raimundo jumped back with the use of his powers and watch as the jet lift off from the ground. Using his right hand as a shield from the sun and gust, his other hand raised to wave goodbye. He stood there as the figure of Jack’s jet disappeared into the distance. Taking a deep breath and shaking his head, he pivots around and walked back into the temple. After all, he only had one day to get the plan forming in his mind together.
It wouldn’t be right not to give a going away gift after all.
Right?
Chapter 2: Heartbreak is like a Storm
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“Oi, Chrome dome! What did I say about running away by yourself?” A thick Brazilian accent called out with a huff.
(Never would he admit that something eased and melted inside of him at the voice. The owner of the voice was too cocky already. He didn’t need a bigger head.)
“Ha! You are just jealous that you have slept and lost my fine friend!” Omi the Xiaolin monk declared in triumph.
Raimundo Pedrosa groan, completely done with the youngest of the group. “It's snooze, you lose Chedder Head.”
“That too!”
Jack covered his mouth to stop the giggle from darting out of his throat. Raimundo caught his eyes and winked. Which in turn cause the giggle to become laughter that escape from behind his mouth. The laughing male turn his upper body, trying to hide which only cause the other two join in.
“Hey Jackie.” Raimundo greeted with a chuckle as he walked closer to the taller teen. He pulled the giggling and slightly panting boy into a hug. “I made it. Just like I promise.”
Notes:
Okay, I will admit that I never got why people write a story just because of one scene. Now I do. The whole scene of saying goodbye between Jack and Raimundo was the only reason I was able to get through this monster of a chapter. Gaaaah! I hope you like it because I tried my bloody best.
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Jack Spicer, the ex-evil genius, looked around at his soon to be old room. His stare empty as how empty he felt inside as if he was trapped by a dark cloud. This very room that was his safe haven throughout his childhood into his teen years. The room that took time, love and energy to make perfect. Perfect for him at least. The very room that his Nonna had given him when it was time to leave the nursery.
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He could hear the laughter of family that once was. See the ghost whisps of the past. Red eyes looked at lavender walls that calmed him down during panic attacks. Dark spots were his posters and blue prints were hanged with pride. White shelves empty from books of sci-fi, collage books and moments from the years.
(Guilty pleasures of fantasy books filled at least one shelf with trinkets he got with his wind dragon. Well not his dragon. Rai was not his! Not that he does want that. They were friends, right? Well yeah...stupid brain.)
It felt like he was lost in a storm.
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“Master Jackson.”
The said male snapped out of his trance and turned around. Standing behind him was one of the oldest and probably the only staff in this grand house. Sad, dim red eyes took in a short man with thinning white hair. The suit that he might be wearing for the last time was the Spicer family’s colors, red and black with golden threads.
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“Hey Lee.” Jack mumbled hugging a stuff silver dragon to his chest.
“Breakfast is served sir.”
“Ah...Great. Be there in a sec, Jeeves.”
The old man bowed before turning and walking away. The albino teen took one last look before following the old man out, closing the door behind him. Quietly he took a left and walked down the hall. (He hated how the hall felt as if he was left out in the cold during raining season.) He looked at the now bare dark red walls. His pale thin lips trembled softly at the lack of portraits. Almond shaped eyes watered as they landed at the very end where his Nonna’s portrait use to be.
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Thin white fingers gently brushed against the empty dark spot.
The call for his Nonna dance on his small tongue.
A primal need to scream like a howler monkey thundered within his body.
“Sir?”
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Jack tilt his head to the side, left eyes seeing through light pink bangs. The thin tall teen slowly pulled his hand back. The man, Lee, tilted his head as he looked up at the young master from the bottom of the stairs. The pink haired teen turned to face the old man. Red eyes closed and chest expand to take a deep calming breath before hold his head high. (He was the Eye of the Storm.) Slowly he walked down the steps.
“Breakfast?” Jack asked softly once he reached the bottom.
“This way young Master.”
Together they walk to the dining room.
(He would not crack.)
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Voices.
Voices of people.
People who were supposed to be his family.
Suddenly the little hunger that he had was no more.
Eyeing the very beings he calls family, Jack Spicer walked to the twenty-foot-long table. He pulled back a chair that was the farthest from his creators. His sad, dim eyes looked at his ‘parents’ then sluggishly around the room. A quiet clink drew his eyes back in front of him. A plate full of eggs, hashbrowns and bacon.
The pink haired albino could feel the acid in his stomach bubble and turn. His face gimmick in disgust as he used his fork to move his food around. Voices slowly becoming white noise in the background. What was the point of eating? What good will it do?
(He would rather play with his metals and create a new Jackbot.)
“Jackie, are you done yet?” He looked up at his mother who was on her cellphone. “We need to the road soon, if we want to get there on time.”
Jack scowled at the nickname (he gotten so use to only his dragons calling him that) and pulled out his own cell.
(He really rather be deep in his metals.)
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9:30
“Your mother’s right, boy. Finish up now and get into the car.” His father agreed, not once looking up from his tablet.
Jack looked at his untouched meal and sighed. “Whatever.”
He pushed away from the table and got up. He looked at his ‘parents’, who did not once look at him. This doesn’t surprise him really. Nonna was the one to raise him after all and now she’s gone forever. (He wanted to go with her. Please let him go with her. Why her?) The fifteen-year-old looked down at his silver dragon (the last gift she gave him) and gently touched its face.
(It had familiar dark green eyes. As a joke that his Nonna made after the subject it was created to resemble brought him home after taking him out on his fifteen birthday. It also came with a rainbow cape around its neck. Which Rai stolen for his old teddy bear. That jerk.)
“Time to hit the road, il Mio Guerriero del Vento.” He whispered.
Hopefully he would be able to tune them out with music and a book. (Maybe a fantasy about heroes....)
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“Mr. Lee, how far are we from the airport?”
“49 more minutes Madam.”
“Very well.”
Jack let out a sigh before reaching to the minifridge on his side of the limo. Maybe some pudding would put me in a better mood. The young man hummed in happiness when he saw that there was still one more chocolate pudding cup left. Red eyes flickered to his ‘parents’ as he closed the small door. Another hum escaped him as he opens his treat.
“Jackson!” His mother called out in disgust. Pink covered head snapped up to meet her cold coal black eyes glaring at him. “Don’t you dare eat that filth! It’ll just make you fatter. Honestly child!”
The said teen tensed up to stop himself from flinching in front of her.
He wasn’t fat....was he?
“Listen to your mother, boy.” His father grunted, refusing to look up from his laptop.
His name is Jack...
Not boy...
Jack Spicer, teen genius, let out a deep sigh before setting his cup to the side. His left side, where his stomach was, throb with pain. There goes breakfast. (Hopefully his Nonna won’t know- wait...she’s gone.) The ivory white skin teen slumped back closing his eyes tiredly. Then he took out his own cellphone to check the time.
10:45
Ah...just 48 minute to go.
Yay.
(Oh....he was cracking.)
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Eyes that bright red as Fuji apples watched as a pitch-black limo with golden embellishment drove away. A snarl as loud as a dragon (Dojo for some reason wanted him to know how to do a dragon snarl like the other Xiaolin Warriors) irrupt from his small frame, startling those around him. Spitting on the ground with anger (just like Clay’s sister taught him), the teen snatched up his bags. With one last glare at the family car, he stormed into the building.
“We love you, Jack. Stay safe for us, Jack. We’ll miss you, Jack.” The ex-Heylin mocked under his breath. His rage discharging under his skin, strands of hair lifting up as if someone had rubbed a balloon against it. “Oh, oh! Better yet, never mind Jack. Come home.”
(He tried not to let his rageful mind fall into a white static headspace.)
The young man blinked away his useless unshed tears, trying to get rid of the looming grey clouds that hang heavily over his head. They weren’t worth it and they never will.
As he was putting his stuff on the Comp AirBelt to be check, he looked at the time once more. Only twenty more minutes until his flight. Just great. With a groan, he dumped his cell and shoes into a bin before walking towards the metal detector. (He eyed the machine with interest. What kind of parts does it have and what can he make from it?)
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Rolling his dark green suitcase slowly behind him, Jack Spicer eyed each number sign for his flight. (Totally ignoring that he was keep an ear out for Raimundo, who promise to show up. It's not like he wanted him there. Who was he kidding? Jack was itching for the other boy.) His stomach tossing and turning like a tornado at the sight of so many people. Blenching at the thought that New York might be worst then this small airport. The pink haired boy is not a big fan of people at all.
“Jack Spicer!”
The said teen jumped with a squeal as someone threw themselves at his back. With a sputtered, the teen’s head whipped down to see two short arms in red and glossy black sleeves. Tiny yellow fingers clutching at his green hoodie. Oh, it’s just Omi. Jack thought weakly from the scare.
“Oi, Chrome dome! What did I say about running away by yourself?” A thick Brazilian accent called out with a huff.
(Never would he admit that something eased and melted inside of him at the voice. The owner of the voice was too cocky already. He didn’t need a bigger head.)
“Ha! You are just jealous that you have slept and lost my fine friend!” Omi the Xiaolin monk declared in triumph.
Raimundo Pedrosa groan, completely done with the youngest of the group. “It's snooze, you lose Chedder Head.”
“That too!”
Jack covered his mouth to stop the giggle from darting out of his throat. Raimundo caught his eyes and winked. Which in turn cause the giggle to become laughter that escape from behind his mouth. The laughing male turn his upper body, trying to hide which only cause the other two join in.
“Hey Jackie.” Raimundo greeted with a chuckle as he walked closer to the taller teen. He pulled the giggling and slightly panting boy into a hug. “I made it. Just like I promise.”
(Big cracks flicker throughout his body but they won’t mind.)
Omi tighten his grip a little to remind them of his presents. “I as well, am here!”
Raimundo eyed the short kid. “Yeah...him too.”
“Oh, that nice.” The albino teased laying his head against the broad shoulder of the other teen. His own arms around the other’s neck to return the hug. “And here I thought I was gonna leave without a bye.”
“Never my friend!” Omi gasped in shock causing another round of laughter between the older males. “I would never deny you my presents!”
“Sure, sure Cheese Head.”
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White cheeks burn red as dark green eyes refuse to look away. Red eyes slowly looked up through mascara painted eyelashes to meet them. Childish laughter on the left as Omi played with a silver dragon joyfully. Voices, above them, calling out gates for numerous planes ready to take flight or was just arriving. Ten more minutes was left for the goth teen and his companions.
“Jack....I could hear your stomach from here.” The Shoku Warrior whispered gently, not to attract the youngest attention. Green eyes watched as red eyes flickered away. “Did you eat?”
Red eyes refuse to meet his. “Yes.”
“Spicer...”
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Those eyes that had grown on him disappeared behind white eyelids. “...No. Wasn’t hungry. Also, mother said that pudding cups would make me fatter.”
“Well, your mom’s a bitch.”
Jack snorted loudly before breaking into a cough. “Shit dude. Tell me how you really feel.”
Omi looked at them startled before tilting his head. “What is a bitch?”
The cough because louder and harsher as Jack try not to choke on his own spit. Raimundo, the great Shoku Warrior, paled and started to sweat. The rich teenager curled up trying to regain his breath as the other try to fix his mistake. Finally, the brown-haired teen gave the twelve-year-old a ten-dollar bill to get them something to snack on. Raimundo let out a sigh before taking the once occupied seat and slumping against the chair.
“Nice one Rai.” Jack snorted, rubbing his chest.
The said male shot him a stink eye before closing his own. Mumbling under his breath as he did so. “Did you really not eat?”
Jack stayed quiet, staring at his black jean covered knees.
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Rai sighed again before pulling the taller of the two into a side hug. “Please eat a little of what Omi brings okay.”
Jack wanted to say no but looking at the Brazilin's concern face made him falter. With a defeated sigh, the pink hair teen nodded. Rai’s lips twitched up into a soft smirk as he ran his fingers through fading colored hair. A shiver ran down the thin, pale goth as he snuggled closer. (He hated that he was so touch starve. Thank goodness that Raimundo is tactile due to him coming from a large loving family.)
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“Greeting my friends! I come with snacks.” Omi announced spooking both teen from their little world.
Blinking in shock, both turn their heads to watch the Dragon of Water running up to them. In his hands were a bottle of water and a clear box that looked to have tortia rolls in them. Jack winced slightly as his stomach ached for food. Glancing back at the Dragon of Wind for a quick moment, the black wearing teen reached out for some food. (He did promise after all. Just like how his favorite warrior promise to see him off.)
“Thanks...Omi.” The creator of the Jackbots muttered as he was handed his portion and took a small nibble.
“Think nothing of it, Spicer.” The yellow preteen grinned as he handed his fellow warrior his piece.
Jack grunted and slowly took small bites feeling the hungry roar within him. Raimundo watched from the corner of his eyes as he took his time eating his. Omi on the other hand gladly gobbled his up, ignorant to the elephant in the room. Red eyes met green trying to communicate that there was nothing to worry about. Green eyes looked away as if conceding to the other.
“Gate 20A, flight to Manhattan New York has now arrive. I repeat; the flight to Manhattan New York has now arrive.”
Everyone looked over to see the plane moving to park in front of them. Omi let out a gasp in amazement before running to the window. Jack felt his eyes burn and water as he took in the fly machine. (Too much, too much.) Raimundo pulled the other into another hug, tighter than it was before. The taller teen whimpered as he hugged back, tears falling once more. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay here in China, where all his friends were. (He didn’t want to leave the warmth and safety of the Shoku Warrior’s strong arms.)
(He broke....but that’s okay.)
Both ignored the doors opening and people walking out. They stayed in their own little world as those around them was called to be boarded. Rai rubbed Jack’s back gently as the other sobbed quietly into his neck. (Raimundo was tempted to steal the vulnerable male in his arms away. Like Lara the Mother of Water, the old folktale his Avó use to tell all the man who wanted to be a fisherman. Except the whole trapping and going crazy part.)
“I guess this is it, huh?” Jack whispered with a shuddery breath.
Raimundo tighten his arms in replay.
“Rai...I’m gonna miss you.”
“Me...Me too Jackie.” The wind user whispered back in his ear before pulling back. He slid his hands to the thin teen’s hips and looked deep into his eyes. “Call me when you land okay? In fact, call me at least once a day or week. I’m not picky. Don’t forget to eat got it Spicer.
His took one hand from where it was to brush the bangs out of Jack’s face. “Also, don’t forget that we are here for you. I’m here for you. You’re my best friend.”
Jack sniffled and nodded. “Y-yeah. I hear you.”
“G-good. Now let's get you in there.”
Raimundo pulled away slowly, not wanting to lose the warmth of the other just yet, before grabbing the crying teen’s bags. Jack gave him a watery smile as he reaches to take his lugged. Together, they walked towards the door. Omi race up to his departing friend to give him a farewell.
“The flight to Manhattan New York is now closing. I repeat, the flight to Manhattan New York is now closing,”
“I guess it's time...Bye guys.”
Jack took a deep breath before turning towards the door.
This was it.
“Wait Jack!”
The said teen pauses in mid step, look back at the Brazilin. The dark skin male was searching franticly at his pockets before pulling out a medium size box. Jack raises an eyebrow curious to where the box of that size came from. Raimundo gave him a sheepish grin as he tossed it to him. Jack tensed as he made a grab at it, squeaking when he was able to catch it. He shot the other a dirty look as he held it close to his chest. (Stupid Raimundo. He knows Jack isn’t the best catcher.)
“Open it up when you get to your house, Jack-Jack! I mean it.”
“What the actually flying f-”
“Sir? The doors are now closing. Are you going to aboard the plane?”
“Oh! Um, yes. Give me a- damnit Rai! Here let me run it.”
Jack felt his cheeks burn again as he races to the doors, Raimundo’s laughter following right behind him as Omi questions him.
(He’ll be okay.)
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After getting off the runway, Jack finally opens his eyes. He really hates flying. (No, his Jackplane does not count.) Sending a quick prayer to the heavens he opens up his window screen. His eyes widen at the sight of the roads getting smaller.
“Oh...” A breathless whisper escaped him.
This was a bit different. He never really took a chance to take in the scenery when he went off on the Shen Gong Wu hunt. It was pretty neat. (If you ignore the light vertigo he was getting from looking down as much as one could on a plane.)
Clink!
Jack blinked as a rock hit the window. What the? He looked around the window to see a sight that he should have expected. Flying alongside the plane was a long, giant green dragon. Disbelieving laughter escaped his lips as he pressed closer to glass. The Xiaolin warriors, every single one of them, were waving and hollering at the plane from on top the fly creature. In Kimiko’s hands was one half of a banner while in Clay’s was the other.
“We love you...” Jack read in awe.
Then out of nowhere Dojo’s, the dragon, head gave a borderline violent twitch. Jack covered his mouth from shouting in worry as the humans on the grand dragon’s back stumble. He watched as Dojo’s mouth moves as if he was saying something, eyes widening. Raimundo gave the flyer a sharp nod as he opens a portal in the sky with the Golden Tiger Claws. Then just as the Chinese Dragon flew into the hole, the Leader of the Warriors leaped over his friend’s head. Jack watched in awe as the crazy teen races to the end of Dojo’s tail, waving at him with a sad smile.
(Jack’s heart raced at how cool and heroic the other boy look. Hair flying in the wind. The light hitting his body just right. Bring out his best features under the sun’s golden rays. A scene that looked like it came right out of his favorite fantasy books. Not that he would ever tell the warrior that.)
Something sparked deep within him, warming every part of him. He waves back until the portal swallow up the rest of the tail and closes.
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Jack hung up the phone the minute the car stopped in front of a brick, two story house. Gimmicking at how big the house was for just one person. He was tempted to redial Rai and asked him to move in with his family. Though knowing his best friend, he would decline out of discomfort and a bit of pride. Cracking his neck, Jack grabbed his things and headed inside. It was time to make a home out of a house.
Okay, so the inside might take some redecorating. It wasn’t that bad. It also wasn’t that huge. (Not like his last house or mansion. Which was all reds, blacks and gold.) Luckily furniture and the works were already in place. So, he didn’t have to go through boxes and put everything away. Its already done. He could work with these white walls. They could be a light peach color or light blue. Of course, his room will be lavender just like his last one. How many rooms does this place have?
There was a good size kitchen and living room. In a hallway that had four doors attached to said kitchen. At the very end of the was a bathroom that came with both a shower tub, toilet and sink. On the left was the laundry room that had the garage connected to it and a bedroom across from it. A bedroom that was behind the kitchen itself. Across the kitchen a pantry that seem to be right under the stairs. (In front of the kitchen was a dining room that looked more like a living room but whatever.)
Jack left his lugged on the first floor after looking at the backside of the house and ignoring the front side. He walked up the rug covered stairs, looking at picture that once were his Nonna. (Okay so his ‘parents’ didn’t screw that up. Good for them.) Okay there are four more rooms. A bathroom like the one downstairs, which was great. Two normal size rooms and a big ass master bedroom. Which he was guess was his. He walked inside the giant room and looked around. Yup this room is his.
(It looked just like his old room. From the color on the wall to the desktop filled with pictures of his important people. The only differences were the king size bed. Back home he had a queen size bed.)
“Huh...Guess their heads aren’t that far up their asses.” He mumbled walking out of the room. “Guess it's time to unpack and regret everything in life.”
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Finally getting his stuff up the stairs and out of the suitcase, Jack threw himself onto his bed.
“Whooo.” The tired teen deadpan as he stared up at the ceiling. “Home sweet, home. Ugh.”
The albino closed his eyes before snapping open,
The gift!
Rai told him to open it when got here.
Oof, how did he forget?
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Jack twisted body like a cat to reach for the present. Once it was in his hand, he untwisted his body and sat up. He held up the box into the light, twisting it around as if he could see through the wrapping. (Which had cute little blue and pink robots on it.) He gave a light hum before settling it on his lap. Carefully he did his best to open it without destroying the paper. (It was cute and he liked it, so back off.) Tilting his head that taped up box, the goth teen looked in one of his drawers to see if the pocket knife that Clay had given on his forthteen birthday was there.
Jack let out a sound of triumph as he pulled it out. (Let it be known Kimiko was not impress by the gift unlike Omi, who asked to use it once he laid his eyes on it. Rai was of course a bit sulky but got over it when Jack practically threw his trench coat away in favor of the green hoodie he gifted him. It was one of Jack’s favorite gifts.) Quickly as he could, he slices away at the tape.
Inside was light pink cloth and...a note?
Rrriiing
I think these two are safer with you. Plus, it's not fair for you give this up. Take good care of them for us Jackie!
Love Your Favorite Xiaolin Warrior, Raimundo Pedrosa
Oh....
It was as if lighting hit a metal pole.
Like an alarm clock going off.
With shaking hands, Jack slowly pulled off the covering and quickly covered his mouth. Inside the box was the Changing Chop Six and the Reversing Mirror. Though those weren’t the only things there. Jack felt tear rush down his face. His body vibrating with excitement and joy. The mixed-culture teen knew that he could never repay his dearest friend. No matter how hard he tried.
For inside the box.
At the very bottom.
Was the...
“Monkey Staff.”
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