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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
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- 7
Disclaimer:Xiaolin showdown not mine nor the characters not making money.
A/N: This is the next chapter and I hope it’s okay… sorry for the late update

It was mid afternoon and Little Jack was finishing his chores. As he carries the bucket filled with dirty water he has used to scrub the main hallway to the kitchen to be disposed his stomach made a loud growl.

He sighed, it has been already 2 days since his last proper meal (if you call medium size bread, some fruits and some milk a proper meal). Though he had some left-over bread it still wasn’t enough even with his small appetite. Clay was the only source of his food and with the master constantly sending the big man on errands, this gave little time for the blond to give him his food and so far he was living off of water alone. He wished Clay would be back. He really enjoyed the man’s company even if he was the one usually doing the talking since the older man mostly kept things to him self.

He also enjoyed playing the flute and for another person. Usually he would play it for his sister but Clay was there to listen to him even if his skills were only mediocre, he was too humble and modest to actually take Clay’s praises of his talent to heart. It gave him peace and tranquility, even if just for a small moment he could leave this world full of suffering and travel in a place that could only be called his own. It recharged him for the next day that was filled with grueling work and a highly volatile master.

His master had the unfortunate habit of suddenly appearing the most importune moments. He would also get severely punished for every mistake he commits that’s why he had become careful in what ever he does and to make sure not to rile up the baron’s ire. He winced at the unpleasant sensation on his back as a reminder of his master’s latest punishment. Though Clay had already mended it, the wound was only beginning to close and still felt a little raw. The older care taker said that it would leave a huge scar, though he had not seen his back, he undoubtedly believed Clay if only not for the pain he was feeling now along his entire back.

But none the less he finished his work diligently and meticulously that no one could ever find fault in what he does. He sees his master as a fair person, though he was indeed scary, because he would not punish him as long as he did was he was told and would only lay a hand on him to discipline him (albeit in an exaggerated manner).

As he looks around the large and empty house, he could not help but feel lonely. The mansion was such a cold place, no wonder the master was unhappy most of the time and no one even visited him, well at least in the time he had spent there. True it was beautiful but the huge house lacked warmth and love. In times like this he can’t help but feel sad for the baron,

Does he not have any friends? Or even people who care for him? Jack thought. He considers himself lucky that he has Clay as a friend, well at least he thought they were friends. Surely the master also thought of Clay as a friend but considering the stories that the older man told him made him doubt that assumption. He felt lucky that he has his sister too, he knew she cares for him very deeply as he cares for her. He knew that his elder sister is worrying herself sick right now. It’s his reason for working so hard and maintained resilient because in the hope that one day he would be with his sister again. Back to the days they would sit under the large willow tree over looking a vast plain in the outskirts of their town while playing for his sister. To be back with his sister was his driving force to work very hard.

The boy stretched his aching muscles mindful of the still healing wounds. Then his stomach growled. He was so hungry. He was throwing out of the water when he saw some left over foods on the kitchen table to be thrown away. His stomach made itself known again with a loud growl.

He bit his lower lip. Surely no one would miss a piece of bread if he took just one, especially if it’s going to be thrown out anyway. He really didn’t want to but he was so hungry… it was just a piece of bread and it was already garbage anyway or else he wouldn’t even be thinking about it. It had been so long since his last meal.

Without him knowing it, he was already reaching out for the old bread. Just a bite, just one bite for something to fill his stomach.

When he was about to put the bread in his mouth, a voice called out, so cold and menacing he froze in fear. “My, my, my, what do we have here? A thief.”

He slowly turned around and Master Chase in the doorway with a strange glint in his eyes. In a blink of an eye, the baron was gripping the boy’s wrist so hard that Jack lost his hold on the bread and fell on the floor.

“ I never knew I was harboring a thief-.” Baron Chas stopped in mid sentence as he looked the hand wrist he was holding.

It looked so delicate, smooth and soft. Each finger was long and slender with a perfect curve. The hand was small but it only added to its beauty. He could not help but brush the skin with his thumb. It could only be described as beautiful. The beast could only agree with a purr.

And before the baron could help it, the beast had again taken over. He brought the hand on his lips gently, continuously caressing the wrist with his thumb. The words beautiful and perfect filled his head.

Then he was brought back to reality by the sound of the boy’s whimpering.

“M-M-Master?” the boy looked up at him with fear and curiosity. What was the baron doing with his hand?

The Baron growled deeply making the boy flinch. That growl was never a good sign and he was right. A second later he was thrown against the wall and fell on the floor.

Chase was both shocked and furious. Was his control slipping so much that he was no longer aware of his actions?! The beast taking control like that was unheard of. It should NOT be. His confusion was growing. He no longer knew what is and must be. These past few weeks he had been contemplating on his actions. Why was he reacting like this to the boy? Why can he not control the beast like he usually did? Why was his world being shaken by this.. this…. CHILD!

He knew he was being illogical every time he was near the boy and he had to admit it scares him. Wait a minute? Baron Chase Young? Prince of the shadows? Afraid? NEVER!

With a loud growl he stalked towards the boy and the amber yes glowed with rage. “You know… in some countries when a person is convicted of thief…” he leaned down closer to the boy and whispered in his ear “they cut of the thief’s hand”

Jack’s eyes widened. No, No it can’t be… the master can not be serious. He tired to run but Chase suddenly had an iron grip on his wrist. Then, baron threw him down against the floor real hard and cut the inside of his mouth.

Everything seemed to slow down as the baron’s heel crushed down on his left hand. Jack was in a state of shock that he didn’t even notice that he screamed in agony. He felt bones breaking and could see blood on the floor but his mind could still not process what was happening. Then everything went dark.

Jack slowly opened his eyes and had a look of his surroundings. He was back in his room. He felt weak, everything hurts.

“You’re awake”

Jack looked at his side and saw Clay sitting crossed leg on the floor beside his hay bed.
He tired to say something but it came out as a croak. The older man was at his side and helped him to sit up to get something to drink.

Then Jack saw his left hand. It was wrapped in bandages, it hurts so much. He could not even move a muscle or a finger. Tears started flowing down from little Jack’s eyes.

“I’m sorry Jack, I tired to heal it as much as I can but…” Clay’s word hang. He really did not know what to say to the boy.

Jack knew what Clay wanted to say. He knew his bones were broken and he knew it was beyond repair. He also knew that he would not be able to play his beloved flute once again.

More tears flowed out. The one thing that made everything bearable, the only thing that he could look forward to was taken away from him. The thing that caused him his greatest happiness, the only treasure he had ever considered … was taken. All because he wanted to have a bit of bread.

That entire night Jack cried, his cries and sobs echoed along the empty dungeon. Tears kept coming, mourning for the only item that he had considered his only wealth. The Item that will never be returned and forever lost. Gone was the sweet music Little Jack played. It’s only reminder were the ones that had remembered it and the walls of the dungeon that had the honor of hearing it every night but now, never again.

Freaku: Oh thank you T_T very much for your encouraging words and I thought I’ll follow your advice of putting this on FF.net, right now I’m working on other stories mostly gift fics actually for some of my friends, I’d like to also write you one =^_^= just to show you how much I appreciate you taking time to review my works ^^
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