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Bring Me To Life	By : lilvior Category: +S through Z > Xiaolin Showdown Views: 4115 -:- 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.

A/N: Just realised I’ve been calling the shroud of shadows the ‘cloak’ of shadows *whacks self round head*.

Chapter 4 – In front of me
All this time I can’t believe I couldn’t see

Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me
Clay woke up at exactly seven o’clock. His head was pounding from a particularly violent tension headache no doubt caused by his disturbed sleep. He sighed and got dressed, mentally reminding himself to make sure Raimundo was okay; he hadn’t seemed like himself the previous night.

Everything was different. He couldn’t quite manage to shake that thought; nothing was going to be the same ever again. In a bizarre way, Chase had not only killed Jack, but he’d also killed a vital part of the Dragons’ childhood innocence. Clay wondered to himself if Chase had deliberately committed the murder in front of them, was Chase really that sick?

He heard movement and turned to face the direction it was coming from. Kimiko had just emerged from her sleeping area. She was wearing black joggers and a small black t-shirt – most probably a mark of respect for their deceased adversary.

“Kimiko.” Clay called, getting up and laying a hand on her shoulder.

“Get off.” She murmured, shrugging Clay’s hand away. He couldn’t quite see her eyes, but he could see a slight black smudge on her cheek; her make-up had run.

“Are you okay?” He asked, hurt that she was being distant with him.

“I’m fine, just didn’t sleep very well.”

Clay had to wonder if it was even possible to get a good night’s sleep after watching someone being mercilessly slaughtered. But he thought Kimiko would open up to him more.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, tenderly. But she didn’t even answer, she just walked on into the dining area. Clay hung his head, feeling dejected.

It was then that he heard a muffled moan. Omi.

“Hey little partner.” Clay pulled the curtain back and sat next to where Omi was curled up, big round tears rolling down his big round cheeks.

“I do not want to fight evil any more!” Omi cried, clutching at Clay’s chest and burying his face there. “I do not want to be killed! I am a turkey!” The usually brave little monk looked both terrified and ashamed.

“I think you mean chicken.” Clay smiled despite himself and hugged his small friend.

“I do not wish to be any form of poultry, but I am scared.” Who could blame him? Omi wasn’t even a teenager yet, and he’d fought hand-to-hand with Chase Young; he’d danced with the proverbial devil without even thinking that death could have been lurking around the corner.

“We’ve got each other to protect us.” Clay reminded him, hoping it would be enough.
Jack stared down at the tear in the front of his coat. It had been a very expensive coat, he bought it with birthday money a couple of years back, it was now quite tight across the chest, but whenever and wherever he wore it, he felt almost indestructible. The tear was surprisingly small, and Jack reckoned he could probably stitch it up himself, or simply take it to a leather-ware shop or tailors and get it mended. Undoing the buttons, the same shape tear was on his white tank top; except that the top was no longer white. He felt a little sick at how much blood there was, it was dried now and the fabric of his t-shirt was stiff. Cautiously, Jack ripped the material further, until he could see his chest. His pale skin was stained red, but all that remained of the wound was a short white line of a scar. He wondered what his heart looked like.

“I got you some clothes.”

Raimundo’s voice caught him off guard, and he jumped a little.

“Sorry.” Rai apologised, laying out a pair of boxers, a fresh white t-shirt and a plain black sweatshirt. “Your jeans are okay, aren’t they?”

Jack looked down at the black jeans, they were a little stiff with blood around the waist-band, but other than that, they were wearable.

He took the coat off grudgingly, feeling almost naked without it. The hole in the back was a perfect slit, but the whole thing would need to be dry-cleaned. He looked up at Raimundo who had the strangest expression on his face. He looked surprised, appalled and a little confused, but there was something else in his eyes that Jack couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah, it’s blood.” Jack stated, peeling the top off, and grimacing when the fabric resisted being removed, it was stuck to his skin with blood.

“You’re so thin.” Rai whispered, he could actually see each rib under Jack’s pale skin. He looked like the most beautiful porcelain doll.

“I have a high metabolism.” Jack still sounded like every sentence was a verbal challenge. He felt uncomfortable at the way Raimundo was looking at him; he’d seen Rai’s chest earlier; it was a sculpted work of art. Rai, himself, was a work of art, his skin was a healthy golden colour from years of playing football on the beaches of Brazil under a generous sun, he had washboard abs, no doubt from training and exercising with the monks, that was probably also how he’d come to own such thick biceps. Being held against that body had been like being wrapped in warm sheets of strong, protective cotton-wool.

Jack felt pathetic in comparison.

He snatched up the t-shirt and was about to put it on to cover his embarrassing body.

“Hey, wait a minute, I need to clean all the blood off you.” Raimundo snapped out of his reverie. He picked a bucket of warm soapy water up off the ground next to him to show Jack.

“Fine, but I can wash myself.” Jack still didn’t like the way Rai was babying him.

“You won’t be able to clean your back properly.” Rai just wanted to get this done before the others woke up. He ignored Jack’s whining protests and demanded that he remove his jeans. “It’s cold, if they get wet you’ll catch a cold.”

Jack couldn’t help laughing.

“Catch a cold? I just died!”

Raimundo stared for a moment then cracked up.

“Seriously though, take them off,” He looked up, grinning, “I’ll let you leave your panties on.”

Jack sulkily took them off and avoided Rai’s eyes.

“Nice.” Raimundo chuckled at Jack’s unbelievably cute black boxers with little white skulls on. Jack concentrated on not blushing.

“Just get on with it.” He growled, raising his arms above his head.

Raimundo took a sponge from the bucket and set about cleaning the dried blood from Jack’s soft, warm body.
Raimundo stood outside the door, as per Jack’s request, as the red-head got dressed. To be honest he’d really needed the time to cool down anyway. He couldn’t believe how horny he’d been getting washing Jack. He smiled as he thought about the smooth lines that made up the shape of Jack’s shoulder blades, the curve of his neck, the small groove above his collar-bone that demanded to be kissed. He thought that he was probably going to go insane if he didn’t get to touch the young goth sometime soon. Rai leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, imagining the soft compliance of Jack’s lips as they kissed… He moaned with pleasure as the thought sent blood rushing to his groin.

“Raimundo?”

His eyes snapped open and he was looking directly at Kimiko.

“Uh, hey.” He stuttered, swallowing hard and hoping like mad that she couldn’t see the bulge in his pants. “You’re up early.”

“None of us could sleep properly.” She was eyeing him suspiciously, “Have you even been to bed?”

Rai opened his mouth to reply, but suddenly the door opened and Jack stepped out into the chilly morning.

“Hey, my hair feels gross, you got hot running water in this place or do I need to go home to wash my hair?” Jack didn’t really register that Kimiko was there until she screamed.

She backed away, eyes wide with terror as she stared at Jack.

Raimundo grabbed her and turned her around to face him.

“Don’t scream!” He didn’t know how else to calm her down so he just told her what happened.
Jack watched as Raimundo explained why a dead man was up and walking. He noticed that Raimundo left out a fair few details; like how they’d spent the majority of the night in an intimate embrace, how Rai had gently cleaned the blood off his skin, he didn’t mention anything about their conversation concerning Jack’s feelings for Chase, either. Feeling a little impatient, Jack started picking dried clots of blood out of his hair and flicking them onto the ground. He saw that Kimiko was staring at him, she was listening to Rai, but staring at Jack; she looked revolted at the congealed blood he was retrieving from his hair. Eventually it seemed to become too much for her.

“Will you stop that?!” She shrieked, surprising both boys. Raimundo turned around to see what it was that had offended her.

Jack looked up innocently and shrugged – ‘what did I do?’

Kimiko turned back to Raimundo.

“We had the power of resurrection, and you wasted it on him?” She looked beyond irate. “He’s the enemy!”

“But…” Raimundo looked lost for an explanation, and that was when Jack realised why he’d been brought back from the dead.

Raimundo was in love with him.

He gazed disbelievingly at the handsome young Brazilian; why would he want some pathetic, scrawny loser like Jack? He remembered the expression in Rai’s eyes as he’d lovingly wiped the warm, soapy sponge over his bloodied chest. He wished now that Kimiko would piss off so he could ask Raimundo the real reason he’d risked his own life to get the resurrection stone.

Kimiko was still shrieking at Raimundo about how stupid he was to waste such a wu, but Raimundo had stopped listening; he was looking apologetically at Jack, a gentle smile curving his lips.

Jack smiled back at him.
End of chapter.

A/N: Jake keeps hitting me for not putting a lemon in yet. I know it’s short again, but I liked the last line and it seemed like a good place to leave it. Sorry if I made Kimiko sound like a bit of a bitch, but… well, I think she is. Wasn’t Omi cute?! Please review, let me know if you want Kimiko and Clay to kinda get something on in the background.
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