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Whispers	By : SilentSniper Category: +S through Z > Xiaolin Showdown Views: 3311 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Colourless eyes fluttered open; few rays of the day’s fire seeped into the cramped room. Light blue blankets gathered around his slim hips as he sat up slowly. He was not tired at all, reenergized after a night’s rest; ready to do battle with anyone or anything. He yawned silently and rubbed his sleep drugged eyes. There was something troubling him…something that he should remember. Something…some…thing.
“What price are you willing to pay?”
His head turned back and forth, seeking that voice out, seeking the person who dared to address him so early in the morning. His wooden room showed only harmless shapes, nobody hid in the crevices of his room. Nothing and nobody.
“Strange…” the little one thought, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
A large shadow moved among the walls, smiling slightly as he urged the shadowy tendrils to play on his little features; to caress his features gently and without him knowing.
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The Dragon of the Wind still sat in his cubicle; alone and in the darkness, pondering the dilemma that they now faced. The dilemma that had the Dragon of the Water in its greedy clutches, the dilemma that pinned him to that whispering voice. The one that sang in his ear as he went to sleep at night with no lights to sooth his fears…Still, he must overcome the hold that the witch had on him; Omi must be snatched away from their grasp before he was tarnished, before he was unwanted like him.
The brown-haired boy rose from his light futon with a defiant flame in his emerald-green eyes. Flames that rivaled those of the Fire Dragon and the witch that haunted him. He was in charge now, of the nightmares, of the Dragons-In-Training and of himself. The wind’s regime has now replaced that of the water’s regime.
“Raimundo…your will is amusing…” she whispered in his neck.
“You’ll see! I’ll get Omi back and laugh in your face!” came the angry scream.
“Raimundo…are you okay?”
He turned his head slightly, jaded eyes glistening with passion, mouth set in a smirk and eyebrows raised slightly. This image was a far cry from the dragon of before; saddened green eyes were now alight with righteous fire, upside down mouth curved upwards in confidence; slumped posture straightened in renewed faith.
“Kimiko, Clay…Omi will come back to us…“ he declared.
The fiery girl of gleaming pigtails gasped whilst her larger companion’s blue eyes widened beneath his large hat. The little green dragon froze with his mouth agape. Their friend’s words echoed in their minds over and over again.
“H-how do you know that…?” Kimiko whispered, hope brimming in her tinkling voice.
The Dragon of the Wind smiled a forlorn smile and gazed at them both. “You shall know in due time.”
The other two glanced at each other in uneasiness. Their faint hope was dashed once he had uttered those words and was replaced by wariness.
“Raimundo, don’t plan anything rash, you hear?” Clay warned through gritted teeth.
The tanned youth merely stretched his upper body and grinned at them. His eyes aglow with something that they were not familiar with, his smile looking smug with a allusion of a cat’s secret.
“I won’t do anything rash, I promise,” he said cheerfully.
All three of them stared with suspicion evident in their eyes, they did not believe his honeyed words of false promises; how could they trust him when he has lied to them before?
Their gaze filled with doubt with their mouths pursed in distaste made Raimundo slightly nervous and livid. “I will get Omi back…” he hissed, disgust clouding his joyous glow.
Petal pink lips let out a sigh, small shoulders drooping slightly. “We’ll rescue him together, Rai…”
He snarled.
The blond and the brunette flinched as the child of the wind sneered at them ; malicious flames growing within his eyes. His body tense; standing rigidly, fists clutched at his sides and teeth biting his bottom lip.
The embers faded as quickly as they came…his fists unclenched gradually and his lean body relaxed bit by bit. His dim eyes lightened little by little; the scowl disappearing slowly into a slight smile.
“I promise.” he whispered with a small grin
“You always say what you cannot promise…” came her hiss.
“No!”
“Raimundo?”
“What utterly sweet lies fall from your lips…” she giggled as she toyed with his brown locks.
“ Liar…stop lying…it doesn’t become you…” she rebuked after his nasty little insult; her smile slight and mocking.
Shocked, they watched, as their comrade fell to his knees, screaming, howling protests at the wind. Clutching his head between his hands, back curving until his nose touched the wooden floor; eyes squeezing shut and mouth tightening.
“No…no…getoutofmyhead…”
Little slender hands wandered across his face, red tipped nails irritating his sensitive skin. Burning him, scorching him with her pretty little flames.
“Raimundo! Raimundo!”
Soft red lips capturing his own in a bruising crush. Her mouth pressed against him insistently, harshly commanding his absolute attention. She explored his hot cavern with that slimy intruding tongue; a snake lizard tongue. Relentlessly plundering and laughing.
“Please stop! You’re scaring me, Raimundo…please.”
“Rai!”
I must save Omi…from him…from him…from…
A scream echoed throughout the temple as the Wind Dragon fell to the floor in a limp heap.
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“When will I fight them?” the little monk asked with a pout upon his lips.
Thin lips curved into an indulgent smile. “You will, little one.” With that, his long elegant fingers beckoned.
The child obeyed without hesitation, his steps light and graceful. Upon reaching the stone throne with its burning licks of flames; he felt a gentle force pushing him forward into the man’s lap.
Arms immediately wrapped around his slight frame.
“What?” Omi said with wide black eyes.
Chase smiled mockingly. “I wouldn’t want you bleeding upon my throne floor…”
“Ah, yes…you are right,” he stuttered, discreetly trying to untangle himself from the firm grasp. He squirmed as something unseen by him caressed his back, but what shocked him the most was the fact that his back arched into the touch.
Chase smirked as the boy’s lips opened to let out a little gasp. He felt Omi’s twisting about in his clasp and his smirk widened. Omi was attempting so hard to free himself, but to no avail. His eyes raked over the child again; his body teeny tiny and so perfectly poised, even in distress. So graceful…so slender, so very tiny. His head of silken hair lowered ever so slightly, his lips growing closer to the lips of the oblivious child.
I must not waste time…I know they will be here soon.
Omi froze as he felt a slight pressure on his soft lips; as light as flower, coming and going as quietly as the wind. He somewhat felt Chase’s arms loosening around him; numbly registering that he was free of his grasp. Black met gold in question, mouth opened to express what swam through his mind.
“You should run off to polish your skills…” he drawled, leaning back into his hard throne chair.
The boy distanced himself from Chase, bewilderment emerging in his delicate features; an unknown light shining in his eyes along with fear.
“Yes…yes, of course.”
Omi, who prides his courage and willpower, turned on his heel and ran from the throne room; he did not look behind him for fear of seeing those cat-like eyes along with those thin lips twisting upwards menacingly. Bark-like laughter reached his ears until those bronze doors closed upon his departure,
Chase Young sneered. They will be here soon, but not before the small child is addicted.
Addicted to the power flowing through his veins, addicted to the evil that shined within him…addicted to him.
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