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Bring Me To Life	By : lilvior Category: +S through Z > Xiaolin Showdown Views: 4129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Bring Me To Life

Author: Lilvior

Summary: Chase kills Jack, but don’t worry; look at the title. ‘A mysterious new shen-gong-wu’ (the plot bunny that has been done to death) could bring him back and in the process help Raimundo realise his true feelings. Corny summary. As in all my Xiaolin Showdown stuff; Jack is fifteen and Rai is sixteen.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Death, swearing, angst, slash/yaoi (Rai/Jack, Chase/Jack one-sided), H/C, slight Homophobia (do I need to give a warning for that?)

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Disclaimer: Eeep, almost forgot to add that! I don’t own the characters, I make no money from this. In fact I don’t own anything but my computer and I don’t make any money at all from anything. Also, the song lyrics are from Evanescence – Bring me to Life, and Within Temptation – Angels. Please don’t flame me for my awful taste in music.

Chapter 2 – The life among the dead.
Only you are the life

Among the dead.
Raimundo crept from the vault, silently scanning the area to see if he’d been spotted. The coast seemed clear, but Rai wasn’t going to take any chances.

“Cloak of shadows.” He whispered, wrapping himself in the enchanted fabric, and pocketing the changing chopsticks.

It took him an hour and a half to reach Chase’s lair, he’d not taken a rest the whole journey. He sat down heavily outside the cave to catch his breath for a moment. When he felt the energy return to his limbs, he used the changing chopsticks to shrink himself, and raced into the mouth of the cave. It wasn’t until he was nearly completely swallowed by the darkness, that he realised what he was doing; he’d walked into Chase Young’s home on his own, relatively unarmed. He held his breath as he hurried through the entrance hall into a well lit room where Chase sat on some kind of throne, being practically worshipped by Wuya.

“Ah, it’s so nice to spend the evening like this, rather than having to listen to that brat whine about wanting to watch decorating shows or some fashion rubbish.” Wuya’s shrill voice lacked any remorse. Rai faintly heard Chase snort in indifference, but was concentrating harder on passing unnoticed through the occupied room.

He eventually came across what at first looked like a storage closet, but it emanated life force. Raimundo was able to squeeze under the door – just. He scraped his ribs on the splintery wood, but made it through and returned himself to his normal size. The stone sat inconspicuously on a shelf. The power to resurrect the dead and it sat plain as a paperweight, and to an unsuspecting intruder, that was all it would seem to be. Still, to be on the safe side, Rai checked the flat side for the markings he’d seen, he recognised what looked like a butterfly in a circle. Yep, he’d seen that symbol before, this was the resurrection stone.

He tucked the stone away into his pocket, shrunk, and slipped out under the door.

He ran all the way home, mentally calculating how long he had left; he’d had to wait until the others went to sleep before he could sneak out, and by the time he got back to the temple Jack would have been dead for seventeen hours, giving him seven hours to spare. His heart beat harder as he could imagine his plan actually working. The temple came into view over the hillside, and he broke into a sprint. He was so excited and so utterly exhausted, that he forgot to conceal himself with the cloak of shadows.
Clay hadn’t slept well. Like most boys around that age; he had never seen anyone murdered before his eyes, and the look in Jack’s eyes as he’d fallen to the ground was still kinda haunting him. Even a low-down dirty varmint like Spicer didn’t deserve to be – literally – stabbed in the back like that. Also, like Raimundo, he had considered what would have happened if it had been one of the Xiaolin Dragons who’d been killed. It had never occurred to him before that they worked in very dangerous environments, and it was a miracle that none of them had died so far. And these were the thoughts that had disturbed his dreams until he woke up dripping with sweat. He didn’t think he could face going back to sleep in case he had another of those dreams; the worst had been the one in which Kimiko had died because of a mistake Clay made. He desperately tried to get rid of the image of her dying in his arms – it was making him feel sick.

“Need some fresh air.” He muttered to himself, reaching for his jeans.

He jogged around the temple a few times, had a glass of water, and then jogged around a few more times.

He was about to go make himself a sandwich when he heard something outside the gates. He froze, who would possibly try to attack them at three am?

The gate creaked open and Clay grabbed the intruder around the throat, pinning him against the wall.

“Whoa, Clay, easy there!” Rai held out his hands to show he wasn’t any threat.

“What in tarnation are you doing out there at this time of night?” Clay’s Texan accent boomed through the still night air.

“Couldn’t sleep; I went for a walk.” Rai wasn’t sure if Clay would swallow the excuse, but he didn’t seem suspicious any more.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Clay sat down, “It’s been a weird day.” Raimundo sat down next to him, silently anxious for Clay to go back to bed.

“I didn’t realise what a dangerous job we do.” Rai clutched the stone in his pocket. “Or how low Chase Young could go.”

“I spoke to Master Fung earlier,” Clay looked up at the stars as he spoke, “He’s gonna go easy on us tomorrow.” He slung his arm around Rai’s shoulders in a comforting gesture, “But we should probably get ourselves some sleep.”

Rai nodded, and the two of them slowly walked back to bed.
It was a whole hour before Rai heard Clay’s breathing slow and deepen. He’d struggled to stay awake himself after all the running he’d been doing, but finally he had his chance to use the resurrection stone on Jack. He rolled off his mat and crept through the curtain that separated his patch from the others’. The air outside had gotten remarkably cold since his return from Chase’s lair. Frost iced the tips of the grass and Rai could see his breath before him, he folded his arms across his chest, hugging his ribs for warmth. He’d removed his t-shirt when he lay down in bed, and his sleep deprived mind had not reminded him to put it back on. He tip-toed over the cold ground on bare feet, wearing only his jeans.

He pushed the door open and was surprised to feel that the air inside was actually colder than the outside air. Nervously he made his way to the table where Jack’s body had been respectfully covered with a blanket. Four candles were lit on a shelf just across from the table; they cast an eerie glow and sent shadows reaching around the room, also highlighting the shape under the blanket. His hand shook as he reached out for the corner of the dark fabric, it was soft and cold. Rai closed his eyes as he tore the blanket away in one swift motion, his other hand squeezing the stone in his pocket.

Raimundo stared at the body; he’d often heard people remark that dead people looked like they were just sleeping – he would have to remember that that was utter bullshit. Jack looked very dead. His pale complexion was tinged with a bluish grey around the eyes and lips, his fingernails were nearly black, and he emanated coldness. Rai touched Jack’s hand and couldn’t believe how cold the flesh was, and also how solid; it felt like he’d literally frozen solid.

He pulled the resurrection stone from his pocket. What if the stone brought him back to life without healing the gaping wound in his chest? He didn’t know enough about the stone, but if he waited for Dojo to get up it would be too late.

He had no choice.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Rai held the stone over Jack’s heart, took a deep breath and prepared himself.

“Resurrection stone!” He called, almost too scared to open his eyes. After a moment of no sound, he opened one eye; Jack was still dead.

He opened the other eye and sighed loudly. It hadn’t worked.

His eyes welled up but he wouldn’t let himself cry, instead he took hold of Jack’s hand.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, bowing his head.

Suddenly the body jerked and Rai heard a loud intake of breath. Jack's eyes were wide open.

A surprised/scared smile twitched at the corner of Raimundo’s lips; he’d really done it – he brought Jack back from the dead.
End of chapter 2.

A/N: I know it’s moving a little slowly, but I’ve already written the first half of the next chapter. Wow, didn’t see the slight feelings Clay has for Kimiko coming! The plot bunnies really jumped on me with that one!

Please review! Also, I’ve read other people’s Jack/Rai stuff and I see that most writers like to make Jack older than Rai, I don’t know if this has ever been confirmed in the cartoon, but I like to think of Rai being older. I like Rai being dominant ;-)

All hail fanfiction!

P.S. My muse still hasn’t come back, I’m running on auxiliary inspiration here. He’s a little chibi emo-boy with short black hair, he ran away after I got a nasty review on my ‘Billy and Mandy’ fic. :-( If anyone has seen him, please tell him I miss him.
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