Xiaolin Showdown Porn Story: A Whole Lot of Nothing Chapter 20
Wow, I haven’t updated this in… a couple months? I apologize if you’ve been waiting (which I highly doubt you have), but highschool seems to have the effect of sucking away all your time. ECA’s are a bitch XD.
Matt’s POV
When I got onto Dojo’s back, I couldn’t help but notice the tension sparking between Clay and Chris. Those two were hopeless. Not only had they been taking every opportunity to glare at one another, it felt as if the two of them were pulling me limb from limb in order to win me over. At some point, something had to give.
“Will you to stop acting like kids and just get on?”
Clay and Chris, who’d been fighting for the spot behind him hung their heads in shame and clambered up onto Dojo’s back. In the end, Clay had been the one to claim the spot, since he got up Dojo faster, but Chris took a safer position where he could hang onto one of the bigger ridges on Dojo’s back closer up to Dojo’s head. Dojo turned to face Chris.
“Remember, keep your arms and legs on the dragon at all times. If you feel the need to exit, alert the nearest-“
“Dojo!,” all five monks snapped at once.
“Alright, alright! Sheesh!,” Dojo snapped back as he snaked his way into the air.
Once they were safely (or as safe as they were at any give time) in the air, Clay tapped my shoulder. “Matt?”
“Yeah?,” I said as I turned back to him. My leg unhooked for only a second, but I was flung back into his arms.
“Easy there, partner,” Clay chuckled as he steadied me. I couldn’t help but notice that he situated me considerably closer to him.
“Thanks,” I mumbled with a hand still on his chest.
“So how’re you and Chris getting along?,” Clay asked. There was a hint of smugness in his voice, as if he expected some sort of negative response.
“We’re doing… well,” I answered with a quick glance to Chris. He was glaring for a second, but then turned back to the ridge in Dojo’s back he was hanging onto. I know from experience that he has terrible motion-sickness.
“Ha!,” Clay snorted with what I assumed to be a confident tone. “If you say so.”
“I guess there’s no point in asking how you want this to turn out,” I sighed. There was no doubt in my mind that Clay would like nothing better than to be rid of Chris altogether.
Clay silently pondered the question. “I’m sure Chris is a good enough guy if he could’ve gotten you,” he admitted. “Stuck-up like a hot air balloon covered in superglue maybe, but good enough…” He looked at me seriously as he aimed his next question. “But can you really blame me, Matt? If he was the only thing standing between me and you, then could you honestly expect me to like him?” I couldn’t argue with that logic, so I just continued to look at him. “We both know that that’s not the case, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing in the future…”
“Clay!,” I coughed. He was a little too forward for my liking. “If you were in his position, what would you think about us? It’s not fair to him, Clay. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk like that with the state of things…”
“What state of things?,” Clay growled while his hands slowly gripped the sleeves of my robe. “He had his chance, Matt. Where’s mine?” The intensity of his words and eyes were enough to silence my first protests.
Eventually though, I came up with an answer. “Clay, it’s just not in the cards right now. I promise, you’ll be the first to know if that changes, but that’s all I can promise you…”
Without even giving me time to think, he took my hands and pecked my cheek. “Then that’s all that I ask for.”
I glanced back nervously to Chris, but sighed in relief when I saw him slumped over Dojo’s scaley back.
When we finally landed, we were somewhere deep in some sort of forest. I couldn’t tell right off the bat that we were in Japan, but considering the country was mostly forested mountains, the area fit the description. They landed in front of the mouth of a large valley nestled between two mountains. Behind them, laid dense forest, that suddenly cut off. The monks and Chris all hopped down off of Dojo; some with more difficulty than others. Kimiko and Omi had to catch Chris from hitting the ground head-first when he slid down Dojo’s back.
When Chris finally came over to me, he was a little ruffled, but none the worse for wear. However, he had a sour look on his face when he turned to me. “I see the two of you were getting comfy back there.”
I hung my head in shame and hid my blush with an awkward hand to my neck.
Raimundo saved me from further embarrassment when he called the team to order. “We’ll split up. Kimiko and I will check the northern mountain.” He pointed to the peak closest to us. “Omi, you and Matt take the forest. Clay, you’ll take Chris and Dojo to the southern mountain.”
Chris wasn’t pleased about the pairings. “Why can’t I go with Matt?”
Raimundo had his leader-face on, which meant he was going to give very little room for discussion. “Because Clay is always with Dojo, and that’s an extra pair of experienced eyes to watch your back. Matt, on the other hand, has only been on one mission with us, which he came back from unconscious. I trust Omi and Clay can keep everything under control.” He conveniently chose not to explain his choice to go with Kimiko.
Chris still didn’t look satisfied. “But-“
“No buts! I’m the leader, and the sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can go cuddle with your boyfriend, but as of now, we’re on a mission, and I expect my orders to be followed.”
With that, everyone moved, except for a gaping Chris and a pouting Clay. I couldn’t help but pity them, so I gave them each a hug before I left. “I expect you two to be on your best behaviors.”
“Yes, Mother Dearest,” Chris joked with a smirk. A nasty glance wiped it clean off of his face.
Clay was a little more accustomed to the entire mission thing, so he just gave me a quick nod before bumping Chris towards the southern peak.
A couple moments later, all that could be seen of them were two bobbing heads sinking under the crest of the hill.
Clay’s POV
Now this isn’t what I pictured this mission to be like, but I guess I’ll just have to live with it. Chris is, as usual, being a little spoil-sport.
“I can’t believe that Raimundo,” he complained to Dojo. “I mean, like he honestly believes Matt can’t handle himself. Ha! And choosing that Kimiko girl…”
I couldn’t stand it any longer. “Mind shuttin’ your yap long enough to look around for the Wu? I can’t imagine being able to look and whine like that at the same time.”
“I’d imagine it’s a stretch for you to be walking and talking at the same time. Looks like we’ve both exceeded some expectations today,” Chris spat.
That was just plain uncalled for. “Alright, let’s get this straight, partner. You and I don’t like each other, we’re on a mission together, and I reckon this’d pass a hell of a lot easier if we weren’t going for each other’s throats the entire time, so truce?” I put a hand out to him as a proverbial olive branch.
Grudgingly, he took it. After that there was a measure of mutually appreciated silence.
He seemed to be entertaining the notion of leaving me alone for a while, but it just couldn’t last. “So… you and Matt, huh?”
I didn’t see the point in responding, but to be polite, I gave a quick nod and a curt, “Yup.”
“Can’t say I blame you…,” he sighed. “He’s… special, isn’t he?”
I peered over at him as he parted a bush. The shrubbery here at the foot of the mountain clung strongly to the stone foundation. He seemed to get the point that I wasn’t going to answer that so he went on.
“Well, if you don’t mind me asking, which one were you?,” he asked.
For a moment, I stopped. “Which what?” That didn’t mean that I wouldn’t mind, but I should at least consider the question.
He gave me an awkward chuckle before elaborating. “Uh… the dude or the chick.”
“Are you serious?,” I groaned. If I were to look at myself next to Matt, I could tell without a second’s doubt who was who.
He blushed a little. “Silly question, right?” Noticing the rosiness in his cheeks, I had to admit that he was handsome, but it wasn’t enough to soften me up. He had the sort of face you’d expect to see in an old painting; the pronounced jaw line, straight nose, slightly wavy hair, etc. I might’ve even liked him under different circumstances. However, as long as he was in running against me for Matt, there was no way in hell I was letting up.
“Chris, mind me asking you something now?”
He shrugged off his embarrassment and then turned to me while dropping some rock he picked up. “What would that be?”
“Why’d Matt break up with you in the first place?,” I asked.
He didn’t answer me right away. The subject was obviously a sore one, and I almost felt bad for asking. Almost.
“Well, we never actually ‘broke up’,” he explained. “At least, not in the traditional sense of the word. We just sorta… drifted.” There was a dreamy look on his face as he recalled some memory. “Then one day, he handed me all of the stuff I’d given him. Well, he hired a moving company for it, but that doesn’t matter. What does is that we never said it was over. It was just ‘assumed’ that we weren’t seeing one another anymore. One day, I couldn’t just stand leaving it at that, so I flew out here to see him. I was half-expecting him to dump my ass as soon as I touched down here, but he got back together with me, as you remember.”
My blood boiled as I thought about how unfair this all was. According to Chris, I’d never had a chance from the very beginning.
“But there’s something different…” My lip twitched as I focused on what he was saying. “He seems… distant with me now. I miss having him actually pay attention when he’s with me. It’s like he can’t get something off of his mind…” A flicker of doubt showed when he peered over at me. “It’s as if he’s being there against his will…”
“Maybe he ain’t happy,” I suggested. “Before you came, we were getting along like peas and carrots, but now I can’t seem to get more than a couple sentences out of him. If he’s happy, then I’m an honest politician.”
Chris seemed to take offense to that. “Maybe he wouldn’t be like this if he hadn’t come here in the first place! He was fine training back home, but apparently, it wasn’t enough for him to train back in America; he just had to train with the legendary Dragons.”
He pouted a little, and quickly returned to the task at hand. There was no more talking after that. We’d said everything we needed to say.
Matt’s POV
This forest was getting old fast. Every moment I spent was driving me closer to insanity. I could even sense a sort of pattern in the passing scenery:
Tree. Tree. Bush. Rock. Tree. Tree. Bush. Rock. Stream. Tree… Wait… Stream?
I rushed over to the side of the shallow stream and ran a hand gently through the water. It was crystal clear and ice-cold; probably melted snow from the mountain tops. At the bottom was a mosaic of pebbles, each of varying size and shape that created a sheet of gray stone across the entire stream. When I studied it closer, there was a slight discoloration a little ways away. I shook the water droplets from my damp hand and made my way over.
At the bottom of the stream, there was something small and golden glinting in the refracted sunlight. Rolling the sleeve up to my shoulder, I plunged my right hand into the water. After a couple moments of fumbling against the rough rock, my hand glided over a smooth surface. Taking the object in hand, I wrenched it upward, only to have it budge a centimeter and pop back into place.
Bracing the ground with my other hand, I heaved and pulled my hips in to get a better go at it. Finally, a rock shifted and sent the object flying and me sprawling out onto the ground. My head spung for a moment as I regained my balance, and I looked back to see where my prize was. However, I glanced back just in time to see a shadow descend upon a tree above me.
When I saw the face of my visitor, I frantically rushed to find the Shen Gong Wu. There wasn’t any time to waste now, and my muscles tensed in anticipation for a battle while my eyes darted around the ground.
I couldn’t call for Omi this late, and none of the others would’ve made it in time. I was all alone this time. Unfortunately for me, I was face to face with Chase Young.
This chapter was a long time coming, and I’m sorry if you wanted a little more. Please feel free to review. If you’ve bothered to read this far, then why not just waste another couple seconds writing up a comment?