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He Came To Her	By : EmperoroftheNetherlandsII Category: +S through Z > Xiaolin Showdown Views: 7038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Embarressment and its After Effects
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Welkome, my dear readers. For those who do not know me, I am Emperor Byron. I am a revolutionist (in the written word alone) and I have noticed a great cry for none yaoi or homosexual stories. Well here I am to answer you cry. For I too believe that homosexual pairs are quite boring, and I do not like homosexual guy stories in particular so I am instead writing this short story. Most likely to be two chapters in length. If there is a HIGH REVIEW AND DEMAND for it I MAY have time to continue or write another. Though do not think of that. Simply enjoy.

Thank You,

Embarrassment and Its After Effects

Kimiko walked down the quite halls of the Xiao Lin Monastery, it was nice when she could just walk alone. Listening to the soft trickling of the waters in the mountain streams, breathing in the clear mountain air. It wasn’t like this back in Tokyo; everything was so busy, so noisy, and especially filled to the brim with people. Leaning on a window sill, she looked at the beautiful setting sun. She closed her eyes, losing herself as she leaned against the stone.
“Think fast Kimiko!” a voice shouted.
Kimiko was caught off guard and before she even had a chance to open her eyes, she was drenched completely in freezing cold water.
“RAIMUNDO!!!” she cried out, wiping the water off with her drenched sleeves.
The young Brazilian chuckled. “You got to watch your back Kimiko, you never know what’ll happen.”
“Sorry Kimiko, I tried to chase him, but this little bugger’s slicker than a greased up sow in an oil factory.” The tall and muscular Texan said, with a tip of his hat.
“You’re way to nice Clay, you got to treat this young skank like the whore she is.” Raimundo said laughing even harder.
Kimiko’s eyes filled with fire from anger at these words. “Why you little brat I’ll—,” but Raimundo just began laughing harder, pointing at the front of her gi. Kimiko looked down to see that the freezing water combined with the cool breeze of the mountain had made her small teenage nipples diamond hard, and both her breasts were made completely obvious as her drenched clothes clung tightly to her body, highlighting every little feature. Kimiko tried vainly to cover herself, turning bright red in embarrassment.
Raimundo tried to talk through his constant laughter. “Kimiko,— I knew you were— a horny slut— but I didn’t know you— were willing to— show all the monks how— how horny they make— you feel.”
Kimiko tried to walk away, but slipped on the water, falling on the cold, hard stone. This only made Raimundo laugh harder, and now Clay was covering his mouth to not show his smirking.
“Whoh, I knew you liked it the first time I screwed you, I didn’t know you wanted it again. Or do you want Clay, instead?” He slapped his knee and pointed. Kimoke then felt a breeze in her nether regions. Falling had spread her legs, lifted up her skirt, and given both boys a perfect view of her baby-soft Japanese pussy and her tight puckered, virgin asshole. Kimiko blushed even redder, her entire body shinning crimson, exploding with her embarrassment.
“Well, we obliviously know now how she’s been getting Master Fung’s approval so much, giving him a little squeeze of that ass and a peek at the goods. But I bet she’s gone farther, haven’t you, you little slut. You’ll open those legs for anyone won’t you, bouncing up and down on the monks poles just for their approval.”
After that he continued on with his hooting. With Kimiko just lying there, taking on all his insults.
Raimundo’s chuckling finally slowed down enough to regain his composure. “Come on, Clay, let’s leave this slut alone, let’s go see what Omi’s up to.”
“I still don’t think that was cool Rai, you didn’t have to take it that far,” Clay commented under his breath.
“What are you talking about, you didn’t say anything to defend her, and might I remind you that’s she’s ‘blown’ you off too.” Rai retorted, silencing anything else his southern friend had to say.

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Kimiko laid spread on her bed, lost in the bedroom ceiling. Having changed out of her sopping wet clothes, she was now dressed in a white bra and white panties. Having hadn’t shed a tear or gotten angry from Raimundo’s comments. They were becoming regularly more and more like that. Deep down she knew she wasn’t a slut; she just wasn’t… a virgin.
Kimiko jumped up from her bed, only to jump on it again in frustration. She couldn’t do this anymore. She kept on trying to find a boy. Someone she could talk to someone she could share everything with. Her choices were limited to only a few guys, a dragon, a bunch of old monks, and a dorky pervert who lived in a basement. So there didn’t seem to be a good chance of success for the young teenage monk.
She had once dated Clay for a short while. Thinking he was simple and sweet. But only he turned out to be so simple he was boring, and the sex didn’t make it any better. For such a big kid, he was really tiny, only two or three inches. She had only blown him off a couple times before she broke it off. No foreplay, no class.
She pressed her face harder into the pillow, trying to forget how she used to think she found that guy, that special man in Raimundo. She strained to not remember how it had all seemed so perfect. Sitting on the roof of the monastery together at night. Looking at the stars. And to drive from her mind all those times, all those times he came to her bed, and how they would spend magical nights together. How she lost her virginity.
Why couldn’t she forget him, even after all those times he called her his ‘slut’ and his ‘asian whore’ while they made love. And how he would fuck her roughly and without a thought for her pleasure. How he would pin her up against walls when they others weren’t looking for quick screws. All that time he spent making fun of her in front of everyone even while they were dating.
Then she shrieked when her mind was filled with thoughts of their break up: the things that were thrown, Raimundo’s hand smacking across her face. His final attempt to rape her before she was finally able to drive him away.
Kimiko soon realized she was crying into her pillow. Her tears streamed hot down her cheeks and into her pillow as she continued to sob in her distress. She didn’t know what to do anymore, she was so sick of being alone; she wanted a friend, someone to talk to. She didn’t want to be thought of as slut anymore. She wanted to know where to go. What path to take.
She heard a soft knock at the door. “Go away,” she said, trying to make it sound as if she wasn’t crying.
“Kimiko,” a soft young voice replied. “Are you ok, you sound like you are in great distress?”
Kimiko instantly recognized the voice. “Omi, just please go away.” She replied.
“Kimiko, what is wrong? Please talk to me.” The young monk said once again, this time much softer.
“Just please leave me alone, I don’t want to talk to anyone right now.”
Those last words seemed to silence him. The silence only made Kimiko more miserable, she had chased away someone who was trying to help her. However, the soft voice spoke again after a few moments of silence.
“Please Kimiko, I know you are troubled, but I don’t want to leave you like this. Nothing needs to be said; I just don’t want you to be alone in such a dark and despairing hour.”
She smiled into her cushion, her heart deeply touched by his sweet words. “Come in then Omi,” she said softly.

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The young monk stepped into the dark room. The only light came from a single paper lantern on a table across from the bed. He looked for Kimiko, and then saw her on the bed. He toke a seat on a floor cushion next to the low table on which the lantern was on.
They sat there in silence as it became increasingly darker. The sun had long set, and now the stars and moon where the only source of light. Omi used the candle to light a small fire in small simple clay jar that he had found under the table. He also toke the small earthware teapot and cups. He filled the pot with water from the water jug and placed it on the top of the jar. There were small holes in the walls of the jar for the smoke to escape. Omi used these to slip several cinnamon sticks he had taken from the inside pocket of his gi. Within moments, the room was filled with the spice’s aroma.
Kimiko heard Omi moving, and after a few minutes smelled the zesty cinnamon. She heard the soft boiling of the pot and rose from her bed. She walked over to Omi adding tea leaves to the hot liquid steaming in the two cups. Without looking up he held up hers to her. She took it gratefully, swallowing the soft delicate honeyed flavor, Ginseng. “Thank you,” were the only words she managed to say. She felt as though she should say more, but didn’t know what to say. But in Omi's presence, she felt content in the silence.

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His Imperial Majesty, Byron, Second Emperor of the Netherlands
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