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The Sky's the Limit	By : Spleef Category: +G through L > Jackie Chan's Adventures Views: 14394 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Jackie Chan s Adventures, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Silence
- 2-Apologies
- 3-Spat
- 4-Dance
- 5-Bite
- 6-Claim
- 7-Honesty
- 8-Taste
- 9-Offering
- 10-Revelations
- 11-Almost
- 1
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The Sky’s the Limit
Chapter I - Silence
Disclaimer-JCA is property of Warner Bros, Adelaide Productions, Sony, and Jackie Chan (plus whoever else owns the rights)
I wrote the original version of TSTL way back in 2002. Sometimes it's hard to believe that it's been that long, or that I have come such a long way. The original had a shorter plot, and a couple of years later I wrote a longer and more plot-centric story, calling it TSTL Pimped. Since then I have become increasingly dissatisfied with the original TSTL and decided to delete it as well as editing this Pimped version.
Over the years since I discovered my passion for writing, I have come a long way. I always craved the feedback of others so I could improve. I realized that this was my calling, and am currently writing several novels to be released as published books.
Still, I have a special place in my heart for the fanfiction I wrote, since it is this that helped me get all the feedback I now use as well as giving dimension and depth to much-loved characters in universes – Jackie Chan Adventures, Avatar: the Last Airbender, Dune, Dark Angel and even Sailormoon – though the fanfics I wrote for SM were cute and silly, done in high-school and long since deleted. Concurrently as I wrote these fanfics, I did write poetry and original stories, a few of which I posted, but I wanted to keep most of them private as they were more deeply personal while my fanfiction was a way for me to express myself, share my interests with others, and get the feedback I knew I needed.
This is one of the first fanfics I ever wrote, and the earliest one that I am happy with – even before editing it – and I hope you enjoy it as much as I wrote it. If you've read the original versions of either story, the please let me know what you thought of this new and improved TSTL. It was a classic that very much needed a facelift, and I am pleased with the end result.
CultOfStrawberry (formerly known as Spleef/Spleefmistress), 2002-2011
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Hsi Wu sat on a floating boulder all by himself. It was very lonely in this…alternate realm Of course, if it wasn't boredom, it was aggravation. If Shendu wasn’t being picked on, he was. He was the youngest and least impressive of the eight sorcerers, and was therefore more often than not the punching bag when they were tired with Shendu. Granted, since Shendu had been banished back to this nether-zone, the centuries of torment that the Sky Demon had to endure had come to a halt – at least most of the time.
He sighed as he put his chin in his hand and stared at the endless swirl of reddish-yellow nothingness that spiraled below him as he heard the distant noises of his brothers and sisters bickering. Did it never end? He heard bits of this and that and figured out that Po Kong was being teased about her size, and sometimes would insult her by telling her to go eat one of the floating boulders in this void since there were aplenty. Po Kong was absolutely miserable in the Void with nothing of real sustenance to eat, but somehow she was able to maintain her incredible girth. So she probably did eat the boulders. When no one was watching, of course.
Since Shendu’s failed mission, they had all turned on each other, blaming each other for their failures as well as the dragon demon himself, and Shendu – whenever he saw an opening or opportunity – would focus the blame on one of his siblings with a snide comment or question so they would leave him the hell alone while tearing into each other anew. The last few years had been little more than this, and the Sky Demon had the nagging feeling that Shendu was somehow the source of all their troubles – the troubles of now, and the strife and chaos of many centuries past that had led to their banishment.
How? He could not ascertain. His memory was... well, Hsi Wu wasn't sure what it was. He had no childhood that he could remember. Parents? He could not be certain. His memories – if they were memories – were elusive, flitting little thoughts, darting and creeping through the dark recesses of their mind, always out of reach. In the shadows they hid, either unable or unwilling to be recalled. Sometimes he felt certain of something – a flash, a daydream, a sudden thought – and the next he would be confused and frustrated.
For the Demon of Cunning, it was an altogether disconcerting sensation. His mind was especially agile when needed be, yet he failed in the most fundamental aspect of remembering things that ought to be remembered... at least, most of them.
It’d been several years since he had his brief taste of freedom, and how he missed it. He longed to soar through the blue sky instead of this sickening orange sky, which stretched out in all directions with no end, just musty staleness that just went on and on. The sky over Earth was clean and crisp, refreshing to him as a deep and cool lake was doubtlessly invigorating for Bai Tsa. Heaven was limitless, and should have remained so. He ached for the purifying sensation of hurtling himself through the air.
And there was one more thing he missed, something that he never thought he would ever miss.
Jade Chan.
He had been in contact with plenty of humans before his imprisonment; for he had often taken human form and walked among them. He had gotten to know humans pretty well; their habits, their customs, their beliefs, but no one, no one had ever stayed in his mind like Jade – a young woman many centuries removed from the old Kingdom of Chin that his siblings had ruled and warred over until sly Shendu had suggested that he would guard it for them, and the rest of the siblings could stake out their own claim on the large planet.
There was something about her that he could not forget, even if he wanted to. Which he had already tried many times in the past. But she danced around in his dreams, like some wraith that was destined to follow him to the end of his days.
He saw her face hover in front of him in his fantasies, he heard her voice in his ears when there was nobody there, and felt her soft skin where there was only stale air and hard rock. It was sheer torture in this empty hellhole. Why did she torture him? He had beguiled and tricked more than his share of girls before, and Jade should just be another number. Yet, he felt regret at tricking her. He remembered the stunned look in her dark golden eyes when he revealed his true form, the pain that remained hidden behind unshed tears.
He wanted to say he was sorry.
The Demon of the Sky shook his head,oclearing his thoughts. Sorry? He was a Demon Sorcerer, a cruel heartless being who had cleverly tricked plenty of mortals and stole from them. That simply was who he was. That was something he had in common with all his siblings, the reason they were trapped in this godforsaken oblivion. He was a being of evil, of lies and trickery. He was a demon, damnit!
But…he had never thought about anyone so much before. And as much as he hated to admit it, he was overjoyed to see her when she had gotten sucked up into the void. He remembered so well having her in his grip, secretly reveling that she was with him. He wouldn’t admit it to himself, but he had wanted to keep on holding her, forever.
His Wu still had the object she left behind, and none of his siblings knew about it since they thought he had destroyed it. He would play it sometimes when he was alone and really despondent, and it would bring him a sliver of joy to see her face played on the camera view-window, see her put on a brave face while she taped herself in here. It was his most well-guarded treasure, for is his siblings knew he had it they would without a doubt destroy it, just to torment him. It came out only in his most private moments, for he did not ever want to lose it. It was all that remained to him of her, and though the features of the girl in this device never aged, he knew she had gotten older, and imagined her in her full-blown beauty. He wanted to stare into these golden eyes, give himself to her…have her give himself to him…be all his…
He was truly torn between two things – convincing himself that he cared about no human, and admitting to himself that Jade was more than a mere human female, one of many.
Jade.
Lustrous Jade…as beautiful as the precious gem she was named for, and just as resilient. A potent combination.
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Jade sighed as she turned over in the bed. Uncle had just yelled at Tohru, and she would always remember his ‘Ai-ya!’ to her dying day. Uncle was a strange person. When she was in Hong Kong, she missed him. When she was visiting in San Francisco, she couldn’t stand him. Somehow Uncle had gotten crankier, if a thing was possible, but at the same time he was more wise and in a way, more loveable. She was never sure whether this was because he was getting older, or she was.
Tohru was now a permanent fixture at the shop, and she was always glad to see him. He had become quite the accomplished chi wizard – though a long way from being on Uncle's level – and he had been teaching her spells while Uncle wasn’t looking, but she suspected that the older man knew. As a child, she would have done so much mischief with them. Now, having just graduated high school and legally an adult, she still had mischievous thoughts, but had mellowed a bit more with each year, without her noticing. The things she had done, the things she felt...
Going to San Francisco was always loads of fun, as she could relive old memories and remember good old days where she was tangled up with the Dark Hand and the whole Shendu business. Then there was Daolon Wong and Tarakudo, even Drago. Man, that was lots of fun. Going on adventures, finding old talismans and relics, putting her life in danger... Even though that stuff was over and Jackie was back to an archaeologist, it was fun coming here every summer nonetheless, and there was still an adventure here and there. She also stayed in contact with Viper and El Toro and his protégé, since they had all shared the same ties. It was almost ten years...since the J-Team was formed. But the passage of time did not make the memories fade away.
Now these days were gone. Being a teenager was awkward, sometimes she wished she were eleven again. Her journey into womanhood, as her mother had called it, just plain sucked, and her uncles hadn't been much help (and had actually been a bit embarrassing at times). She hated having boobs; she thought they got in the way. She had also considerably grown and at eighteen was now tall and slender, five-eight, the kind of height that her friends had commented – with admiration and envy – was the perfect height for a model, and she had the looks to match. Because of the attention she got – and she most certainly wasn't that kind of girl – had taken to wearing baggy clothes at school to cover up her chest and the curve of her hips and ass. Her parents spoke of her marrying soon, finding a nice husband from a good Chinese family, but she just didn't have much interest in boys, period.
It was here in San Francisco that she remembered her childhood best and looked forward to every summer. Here she could just forget about school and the pressures of growing up. Jade barely having completed her high school education, felt a certain pressing sense of bleakness and futility when all the adults could talk about was what she should do this fall, which college she should go to, whether to continue her education in China or the States. She had gone to China for her high-school education at her parent's insistence at a prestigious school because her parents hadn't wanted her to become too 'Americanized', and they wanted their daughter to live with them and get married in China. She was their only child after all, and Heaven forbid that their daughter actually move to another country!
Her parents wanted her to become a doctor, scientist, or a lawyer and refused to consider anything else unless it paid even more and was just as respectable. Jackie, even though he wasn’t as firm as her parents in trying to guide her – bless his heart – had dropped hints on how he would love her to become an archaeologist or anthropologist, and with her grades, she could get into any respectable university. Uncle thought she, along with Tohru, would be excellent heirs for his shop, as she had a gift for salesmanship. The boys here and in China were not so shy in their pursuit of her, so the pressure felt as if it was coming at all sides. And it was.
She turned to face the ceiling, and put her hands behind her head as she looked up at the attic rafters. Living in the attic was pretty cool, as she had a nice view of the buildings and the ocean in the horizon, and the full moon shining in through the windows cast shadows across the room. Section 13 had been nice, but there were no windows. If she pressed her ear to the wall, she could hear Tohru snoring in the other attic bedroom.
“Ah…” Jade moaned to herself as she felt sleep creep up behind her eyelids. Everything was now quiet downstairs, and only the usual faint sounds of nighttime permeated the walls of her room.
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Hsi Wu sat at the edge of his floating boulder, caught up in one of his Jade-daydreams again when he heard the crackle of thunder and felt a painful shock to his back.
“Ow!” Hsi Wu muttered as he rubbed his neck, which was now tingling. Tchangzu let out a deep chuckle as he let out another bolt of lightning.
Great, Tchangzu was now going to entertain himself by frying him with lightning... again. Out of all the demons, the eldest was the most aggressive, given the strongest alpha-dog tendencies and the strength to go with them. The Demon of Thunder was a true bully through and through, and it did not help anyone – except for Tchang himself, of course – that he had impressive and long-practiced control over electricity. All of the demons, even Po Kong herself cringed from the Thunder Demon when he was in one of his rages.
“Leave me alone.” He muttered, not up to fighting Tchangzu or flying off and giving his older brother pleasure of the chase. Right now all he wanted was to think of his jewel, and all he needed was solitude. Was that so much to ask for?
“Aw, Hsi Wu sulking again? Seems like I need to perk you up, little brother!” he laughed as Hsi Wu felt another jolt. Oh, to be mortal and die a quick death right now looked like paradise to him. Why did he have to be the scrawny Sky Demon? He wished he could summon impressive displays of fire like Shendu or put crushing gravity on his brother like Tso Lan could.
“Go away,” he muttered as he felt electricity go deep into his spine and give him an unpleasant sensation all over his body right down to his clawed fingers and toes. Tchangzu replied with another jolt, though this one was aimed negligibly, making contact with the rock several inches from Hsi Wu's left side, pelting his side and left wing with fragments of rock.
“Fuck off!” Hsi Wu snapped in the modern-day language he had heard Jade and other humans use, getting up and giving his brother a murderous look that would have wilted a mere mortal. Even though Tchang had never heard these words before, he understood that it was some kind of foul epithet. Probably something from that inharmonious language these mortals had babbled during his brief release into the real world.
“So you picked something up from humans, eh?” Tchangzu sneered. Hsi Wu muttered several colorful Chinese epithets under his breath as he took off into flight. He heard his brother’s roaring laughter, and pumped his wings as fast as he could, not caring where he went as long as he could be alone. He had the clear advantage as he flew off further and further into the void, and Tchang Zu did not have as many boulders to jump to and fro. But he was a good jumper and agile, and Hsi Wu occasionally felt a sharp jolt on his body form well-aimed missiles. He pumped his wings harder and willed himself to go faster and faster, and he felt the stale air swoosh under his wings and the sheer speed he was going.
Strangely enough, concentrating on his speed cleared his mind, and Tchangzu was lost soon enough. But he continued pushing himself, going faster and faster until it was almost unbearable. After all, what else did he have to do? He might as well keep on doing it until he could no more. Perhaps he could erase himself into oblivion by flying into it at a breakneck speed. The sheer energy ripped through his body, and he pushed himself even faster.
Let me out of this place, please. Away from it all. An eternity – infact little more than a thousand years but feeling like longer than infinity – in this place was more than enough for him. He wanted to repent. He wanted to erase whatever evils he did. He wanted to know why he did these evils. It almost felt as if someone else had used his body to perform the atrocious deeds that he had committed a millennium earlier. Something was wrong, and he wanted to... escape it. Break free of it. Let oblivion erase his sins.
Suddenly, Jade came to mind. He didn’t want oblivion, he wanted her.
He wanted to apologize to her. But more importantly, to see her again.
Jade.
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Hsi Wu felt a surge of hot energy flash through him as he flew on like a missile headed towards the destruction of its target and itself. There was no slowing down. He didn't need or want to. And suddenly something happened.
Orange became inky black-blue, and the stale air was replaced by a fresh crispness that inundated his senses. This change jolted him out of his blank state, and he brought himself to a halt, nearly falling out of the sky before taking in a deep breath of clean-smelling air. Was this a dream? Or had his soul somehow managed to wrest itself out of his body and find some kind of paradise? This felt too real to be a trip to the astral plane.
No. He recognized this place. It was the world of mortals, the one that he had last seen, same yet different from the world that he had been excluded from so long ago. The world he recognized as…the world that Jade lived in. He was surrounded above and on his sides by a murky black-bluish canvas spread with hundreds, thousands, millions of stars scattered across it, glittering like diamonds. Below him were buildings of bricks, stone, iron, glass, and even more diamonds, multicolored and moving along the sides of some of these buildings! He had thought this world was lost to him forever!
The Demon Sorcerer of the Skies allowed himself to drift down onto the rooftop of a building to catch his breath. How had this happened? He had never flown so fast before, had he somehow torn a hole somewhere in the space-time continuum? But he could not sense a rip in space anywhere. He critically examined his surroundings to make sure he had not been summoned by a sorcerer who sought to subjugate him. The city was relatively asleep aside the night-time bustle of the urban surroundings. The air felt so good, and the blue sky was a blissful sight. He suddenly sat down on the cool plaster of the roof, letting it all sink in. He was no longer in the accursed Void. This…could not be a dream. It was all too real, the twinkling lights, the cacophony sounds of night, the smell of the crisp breeze.
Then with a jolt of surprise, he recognized the building across the street. It was the shop of the ancient chi wizard who had imprisoned him again. He remembered observing the building before on his quest for his tail. Had the old man brought the demon here? Why would he…no! There was no way that the old wizard would have brought him here, there was no reason to. At least no reason he could think of. He leaned across the low brick wall to stare at the building, looking in all of the windows. There was not one pinpoint of light in any of them but for a lone bulb in the kitchen. Then he looked at the highest window and saw a most welcome sight, his eyes making her out in the darkness of her room.
Jade.
He glided across the street and quietly attached himself to the side of the window with his hands and feet, and stared inside.
Jade.
She was sleeping on a small bed, the white sheets in disarray over and around her beautiful form. She was a woman now, and his eyes greedily rove up and down her curves, coming to a stop at her sleeping face.
Jade.
She looked like a sleeping goddess. Her hair had considerably grown, and framed her face and shoulders in an inky black shroud. Her lips were full and pink, and were slightly parted as she slept on her side, moonlight illuminating her face. She wore a pair of blue-and-white plaid flannel pants and an orange tank top. An interesting combination of colors, he thought to himself as he stared at the modest but full breasts that looked as if they were struggling to get out from under the fabric. He wanted to dip his finger in the soft valley her breasts formed. He wanted to grope her breasts and cute little rear end, wanted to put kisses all over her face and taste her skin, and twirl her locks in his fingers. Before she was only a dream, and now she was this close to being reality.
How often he had sat by himself in the void, hunched over the strange object that she had left behind, holding it as carefully and delicately as a mother would hold a newborn, afraid to break it as he stared at her face being replayed in the window. Such a beautiful face, and now it was even more beautiful. His breath caught in his throat as she shifted slightly, mumbling softly in her sleep. He felt an overwhelming urge to break through the window and snatch her up, fly away with her somewhere that he could have her all to himself. She would have to listen to his apology. I should do that!
But the Demon side of him spoke. He was a feared Demon Sorcerer, sworn enemy of humans who were fit only to be ruled over and abused. Girls were not to be loved and cherished as a husband would love a wife – love was a silly and trite human emotion – but to be used as concubines only for sexual pleasure and trophies, nothing else. His brothers had often taken girls in the past for concubines, and the girls usually ended up broken and mad or dead by their own hand. He should use Jade like that, use her and discard her when he was satisfied or bored with her. After all, she had helped her uncles seal him up again in the void. She should have been punished for that, and when she became lost in the void, she was the one to go through the eighth door with a smirk on her face just for him.
No, wait, this.... more peaceful side of his urged, she had a right to be angry. She had trusted him, gave him that necklace as a token of their friendship. And he had betrayed her, tried to kill her before. As he looked in the window, he felt regret for what he had done to her. Jade was a special girl, one-of-a-kind, beautiful and brilliant like her namesake.
His Wu told himself that he would get closer and give her a kiss, feel her flesh one more time. Touching her flesh, that would fulfill part of his dream. Then he would get out of there before the chi wizard could banish him again. He pried open the window as quietly as he could and with his thin form, easily slunk in, going slow so as to be alert to any chi barriers like there had been last time. He was arrested by a moment of indecision. There was the risk of being banished again, if Jade woke up and called her uncle…Should he wait, leave now and come back later when he was better-established in this world and better able to get closer to her?
But she was right there…so close…he had waited so long…
A taste. He would take a taste and savor it until he could come back and take her as his own…He wanted her so badly. The two sides within raged, both wanting the girl but for altogether different reasons...
She lay there quietly, her face a mask of serenity. Thoughts flashed through his head of taking her, enjoying that sweet body, exploring these soft, warm curves with his mouth, his claws, his tail…
But he wanted her to want him, wanted her to need him. He…did not want her to hate him.
He let out the barest of sighs, gently touching her face with his claws and placing a tender kiss on her lips. Her lips were of the tenderest sweetness, and he wanted more. Oh, spirits. Preserve me. He had never found a woman's lips this intoxicating. Or even a bit intoxicating, period.
She was so the apple of his eye, the sweetest fruit just waiting for him to pluck her off of the vine yet he made no move to go after her, made no move to awaken her, made no move to molest or rape her.
Unlike some of his brothers, Hsi's time in the void had...changed him in a subtle way – a way that he was only now just barely aware of – and it had made him think about the women he had violated, and to his shock, he felt his stomach twist at the idea. Part of him wanted to deny that he had ever done such things. Biting back an angry growl, he shook his head.
Before he'd never cared about humans, but after meeting Jade, he had started seeing them as beings, as living, breathing beings with minds and souls of their own. He looked down at her quietly, taking his claws off her face. She deserved better. So did he. Somehow he would figure it out. And being alone, settling into this world and attracting no attention, would give him time to think.
He carefully backed away from her, slinking to the window and taking flight. She was his jewel. She would be his. In due time.
The question was how to make her want him? As far as he knew Jade hated him for what he had done and he had no way of changing things unless he was able to understand her better.
o0o0o0o
The vases and statues went up one by one, and Jade handled them as if she had been an archaeologist for years and years. With the help of her uncle and one of the curators, she set up an attractive display of Greek vases and other artifacts.
Right now, this job was the high point in her life.
Jackie had been more then happy to help her get this job and had noticed a small change in her, as if she was a little bit happier. Being here in America was at least better than being in China. She had her own income and was able to save or spend it as she pleased. Here at least she didn't have to worry about her mother and father's attempts to control her life, here she didn't have to worry about her mother's repeated attempts to fix her up with a wealthy husband or some prominent member of the government that had taken Hong Kong back once the British had left. Her mother did not care who she liked or did not like, as long as it was a wealthy and/or powerful man – preferably both – of good repute.
Jade’s family itself was by no means rich, but her father held a respectable position, and with Jade’s reputation and high performance in school – which her parents had liked to brag about – she was a more than suitable match for whoever her mother tried to fix her up with. The dinners and dates her parents arranged for her had been nothing but tedious. Lots of the men she had been fixed up with had been eager to impress her, but the amber-eyed woman never mirrored this feeling.
When the display was done she took a few steps back, surveying the exhibition she had helped to set up. When she was little, she had been in many museums and seen lots of displays, and she had never imagined that she herself would be helping to set up a display!
Her stomach rumbled a bit and she placed a hand lightly over it.
“Uncle Jackie?” she asked softly after he checked a vase he put into the display, “I'm going to take my lunch break now. Er...” she said as she checked her pockets “Could I borrow a ten? Promise I'll pay you soon as I get my check.”
Jackie smiled and pulled a ten out of his pocket.
“Keep it, don’t worry.” He replied, giving her an affectionate rumple of her hair like he had when she was eleven. There was something comforting in this simple gesture and she smiled and kissed his cheek before she headed in the other direction, waving goodbye to him.
o0o0o0o
It had taken a little effort to find her, but nothing that really bothered Hsi Wu, not when it compared to not having her in his life.
The Demon Sorcerer had taken up a residence here in San Francisco and for the last few weeks, had very carefully integrated himself into human society, which was surprising considering how he was not really human, and did not feel so.
He had never taken this much effort before when he went through the world of humans, but he honestly had no desire to attract any untoward attention, for he was no closer than before to figuring out how he had gotten here. What was more, he was determined to stay in this world.
He now fit in seamlessly. He found himself disgusted with what the humans called 'pop culture' and was taken aback by some of the primitive behavior he saw, but had taken his time to learn how things were done, about modern wonders like the World Wide Web, what people did to amuse themselves, and what was the socially acceptable norm. It surprised him how well he had adapted to this new world. He owed much of that to television, spending a decent amount of hours in front of the large flat-screen he had obtained, overwhelmed but eager to absorb the massive influx of information. When going outside, he was silent, observing human behavior, using his demonic sight and hearing to gather data. His home was fortified with protective magic, and he had cast some of it over himself as well.
But then, he was the demon of cunning.
He had tracked her for the last week, watching what she did, who she was with, what the people she lived with did.
Hsi Wu had simply stood in the shadows and watched as she helped to set up the vases and he had reveled in watching her. He had simply wanted to go over and talk to her. She looked very chic in the comfortable blouse and black slacks she had worn for her job, her hair pulled back in a loose French braid that was rather becoming for her.
It had taken all of his willpower to not simply snatch her up and run off with her. He had watched the loving exchange between uncle and niece, and somehow...he felt envious.
He'd never had that kind of relationship with his siblings. What was it like being in a family that genuinely cared for you?
o0o0o0o
There was a small cafe a couple of buildings down from the museum and once in a while Jade would take a break there and Jackie would accompany her sometimes. The food there was good, and looking out on the street provided her with a distraction. Once in a while she may bring a newspaper or magazine to read.
Jade walked down to the cafe and ordered herself a light lunch, sitting down at one of the tables and eating quietly as she stared at nothing in particular, her coffee and biscotti and magazine in front of her.
Hsi Wu sighed softly, watching her from a corner table, wearing an illusion so that if she happened to glance into his direction, she would see nothing but an thin, elderly Chinese man enjoying a cup of coffee.
He debated whether he should approach her or not. If he did, she would tell her uncle and he could possibly have the flute, but if he did not approach her? Well...he would feel most put out. What the hell was he to do? Simply watch her forever? That was intolerable.
He could keep this disguise or summon a new one, could he not? But would she see through it? That was the real question. Jade was very intelligent, and her mind even now worked quickly, thinking about different things and answering different mental questions. He had seen her at her books, or at work in the museum, her mind assessing and analyzing the material she saw and learned. In today's world, Jade had every opportunity to reach her fullest potential, but back in ancient Chin, she would have never been considered for a higher education, and she would have been lucky if she were taught how to read. She would be suspicious at even the slightest strange comment.
Jade sat there calmly, reading a magazine as she dipped her biscotti in the coffee and munched on it quietly. She...was brilliant. And she was so very beautiful it took his breath away.
This lovely little flower had blossomed into an exquisite one. In ancient times, her beauty would have been praised, and she would have been an high-ranking concubine, perhaps even one belonging to an Emperor, one of these so-called 'Sons of Heaven', if not one of the Demon Sorcerers themselves. Fortunately, such standards no longer dictated Jade's world. She was vibrant and strong.
And he wanted her. He...wanted her so badly…to take her in his arms, to talk to her, to make her smile...
He craved, needed her, and he would have her.
He was a demon. He would have what he wanted. And no one would stand in his way. He took a deep breath, sitting there rigidly as he stared at her.
Jade put down the magazine and gazed off, watching the cars and passersby outside, slowly finishing her meal before getting up, tucking her magazine under her arm and vacating the café.
Hsi Wu sat for several moments before getting up, deciding not to follow her until he was more familiar with her schedule, then he would choose the right time to face her.
The Demon Sorcerer watched as she left, admiring her figure and poise, imagining it in his tender embrace. He sighed softly and blew her a kiss before ducking into the shadows.
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