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Regret (working title)	By : pinklemonade5678 Category: +S through Z > Xiaolin Showdown Views: 5289 -:- 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-Regret(working title)
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 4
- 5
- 6
A/N: here’s another update… sorry it took so long…please don’t kill me >_<

It was early morning, not even day break when young Jack Spicer’s eyes fluttered open. The 1s thing he noticed was the throbbing pain in his body and quite surprisingly it wasn’t as bad as he had remembered, though maybe it was because he was used to the beatings him and his sister would get daily.

But looking down, he noticed that he was bandaged up and most of his wounds were healing quite nicely, there was a minty odor coming from his skin, a sign that someone placed muscle relaxant over his sore muscles. Seeing the food beside him he knew instantly that it was Clay because it was only the burly man that fed him.

He felt a great sense of gratitude. He could only count the people on his one hand that were really nice to him and would still have some fingers left. That’s why he valued kindness very much. He wanted to repay the man for his kindness, but what? He had nothing of value.

One day he was dusting the windows, humming a small tune. It was a lovely day and he could see the birds outside and could almost hear their soft tune. He giggled at the silly thought of singing with them. His thought was still with Clay and how to return the man’s kindness.

As he was nearing the middle of his song, he felt another shiver. He looked around and found no open window in the room that could cause the sudden shiver that ran across his back. But to be truth full it wasn’t a bad shiver. It felt like when his sister was looking out for him when he was sleeping. He felt a soft warmth in knowing that his sister was there still taking care of him while he sleeps.

A gentle smile tugged at his lips at he thought of his caring sister. Oh how he missed her and hopefully he would see her again. It was the only thing that he could look forward to at the end of the day. Well, other than his music.

He really loved his flute, whenever he plays it his heart would feel so calm and content and every bad thing would just seem to fade away. It was his treasure and his source of happiness. Then it hit him! He would play Clay a piece as thanks. He would gladly share his reassure to the man that had helped him. With this happy thought in mind his tune became a happier and livelier.

The Baron was once again hidden in the corner; he was sitting on the arm chair at the far side invisible form the naked eye. His eyes were closed as he listened to the boy’s humming. He was relaxed and felt at peace, even though he would never admit it out loud or to himself. He just reasoned that he woke up in a good mood today.

Then all of the sudden the music stopped and his eyes snapped open, irritated that his reason for this unnatural cause of calmness was taken away from him. His eyes once again narrowed in slits.

The boy was just finishing up and by the looks of it, won’t be singing anymore. How dare he stop when he was just starting to enjoy himself. The was cursing and going mad when he caught himself. The boy made him loose control. This angered him. The boy did it again! He growled, no one makes him loose his control, even if it was peaceful!.

He materialized in front of the boy, making the boy gasp and stepped back. The baron eyed him with contempt. He looked at the window the boy was cleaning. The glass were so clean it could almost be transparent. He looked at the window pain and placed his gloved hand on the side of the windows were dust would surely accumulate and he was right there were still some dust left.

“What’s this slave?” he growled menacingly, his amber eyes glowing.

Jack was so scared. He knew he had angered his master and failed at his duties and he knew he was going to get punished for it. “D-Dust, master”

“That’s right, at least that incompetent pea sized brain of your know that much, and what did I tell you earlier?”

“To-To-to Cl-Clean the the the the win-windows master” jack was stuttering now, he knew he was going to get it.

“That’s right and wouldn’t you agree that having dust in an object would not make them clean?” he said as if talking to an idiotic retarded person.

“y-yes ma-ma-ma-master” he lowered his head and got ready for a blow and he wasn’t disappointed when Chase struck him in the face once again.

“CAN’T YOU EVEN FOLLOW A SIMPLE INSTRUCTION, YOU SIMPLETON?! ” Chase yelled. He kept striking, then a thought hit him.

He grabbed the boy and all of a sudden the boy was magically bound with chains on his wrist and he was tip toeing on the floor.

He looked at the baron with terrified eyes but the older man wasn’t looking as he was busy preparing a nasty looking whip.

“I think now would be a good time to discipline you, with you being such a trouble maker” he grinned maliciously. He was going to make the boy scream till his voice was hoarse and he would not be able to sing anytime soon. That’ll show the boy to make him loose control.

He cracked the whip testing it’s weight. And he grinned evilly as he brought his arms up and let down a powerful strike on the boy’s body.

Jack screamed filled the room. He screamed and begged at the tops of his lungs but the strikes only seemed to get meaner and meaner. Tears were flowing out non stop as his tinny body felt it’s first pain as strong as this.

Soon Jack’s voice became coarse because of the abused focal cords as he kept screaming for mercy. The baron satisfied at his work finally made the chains disappear. Jack was about to hit the ground hard but the baron moved to catch him.

Chase was surprised by his actions as he looked down at the bleeding boy. It was a if there was something inside him, telling him to- NO! he will not let this happen! Once again he looked down at the boy and he could feel something gnawing at his chest. It became stronger and stronger the more he looks at the hurt boy. He needed to clam down and meditate. He placed the boy down gently on the floor. He, himself didn’t know whey he suddenly became gentle towards the boy but didn’t dwell upon it as he continued on it as he left for his meditation.

Clay entered as son as he felt his master leave. He had heard the screams all he way across the hall. He was used to screams, his master had always this little habits towards slaves and he really didn’t care much about it as long as it wasn’t him. But one thing he wasn’t used to was a boy’s screams. A child that he thought did not deserve this life. It was not to say that he had a good childhood. If it wasn’t for the baron he would be dead by now and for that he would be eternally grateful and earned him his loyalty but there was something a bout a child’s pain that simply turned his… dare I say it… paternal instinct.

He flinched as he saw the boy laying on the ground unconscious. He gently picked him up careful not to aggravate the wounds and turned to nurse him back at the boy’s room.

As he was about to leave, he felt a small tug on his sleeves and was surprised to see the boy awake and looking at him with such a soft expression.

“Thank you so much Clay, I know I’m a burden and yet you go out of your way to help me… please let me repay you for your kindness… it isn’t much but it’s all I’ve got”

The blonde was too stunned to move it wasn’t everyday that he got thanked. Sure he helped the boy but he really wasn’t expecting any form of gratitude.

The boy took out the flute and pressed it against his lips. Soon Clay was in another world. His mind felt at ease and any burden on his heart and shoulders quickly disappeared. The music was nothing of this world.

Right now, he was in a wild field, nothing but a large expanse of grass and the warm breeze caressing his skin. He was back in the old farm with his family, before all the nasty things that turned his life upside down. The time when he was truly happy.

As the music stopped, a rare and genuine smile crossed Clay’s face and a small tear fell on his right eye. “Thank you… for sharing that with me” he said in a soft voice.

Jack just nodded and smiled in return. Clay awkwardly patted his head and left. Jack slumped down on the bed, tired and in pain. Playing at his condition really took a toll on him and he went right to sleep with a smile knowing that he had made Clay happy with his music.

freaku = thank you so much for you encouragement!!!!! I’m really sorry to update really slowly. I had a lot of things to work on but I really hope this is to your liking. I tried your suggestion on putting it on fanfic.net but it was such a hassle to wait for that specific time to upload since I really don’t have that much time your see and really… my time is not on my hands. I’m really sorry I could not put it on that site. But you’ll still be able to see it in AFF ^^

Doshi = thank you so much for the review and I hope you like this one ^^

Niiro_Yuuyake= oh thank you sooooooooooooo much for the offer and I’ll be sending you the next updates, you really don’t know how much this means to me…. I really suck a t my grammar T_T as you can plainly see and I’d rather have my work understood by all ^_^

A/N: OMG! My story got deleted because of the disclaimer! Anyway here I’ve fixed it and hopefully it’s alright now… I think…
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