Xiaolin Showdown Porno Story: A Entire Pile of Nothing Chapter Six

Sorry guys, I’ve been swamped with projects and finals and stuff, so I haven’t been able to post as frequently. And thank you very much for the two reviews (finally! sobs). The multiple postings are my computer being retarded, so I’ll be sure to beat it out of the computer some time in the near future. I also apologize for the badminton fixation, but I’m in love with the sport. Well, that said and done, I’ll proceed with the story:

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After that whole sunset kiss business, I was convinced that I was becoming a romantic. What’s gotten into me? Before, I probably would’ve puked at the thought of that situation, even considering that I’m bisexual, but now, I can’t stop thinking about it, or Matt. Going back to that moment, I can’t help but think about how Matt tasted sort of… tangy. It was a pleasant surprise, but a surprise nonetheless. Were people supposed to taste that… good? It wasn’t that it was freaky or anything, just a bit unnatural if you ask me. There must be some explanation to it, but I have yet to find it. Oh well.

I decided to take a walk in the garden again, and I wonder if I’ll see Matt ’cause after that business a few days ago, he’s shier than ever around me. Since then, he’s opened up to me alot, even if it is with a few more blushes and giggles (like that would make him any less cute), and Kimiko’s loosened up her grip enough for us to get a decent amount of alone time. Whenever we’re alone, I blush all over just like he does. It’s almost shameful how unmanly it is. I puffed out my chest at this thought, but it soon deflated once I realized how “unmanly” romance is in general. The whole business is so much hassle, but I can’t help but love it.

I came to the smaller training grounds outside the kitchens and I found Omi and Raimundo setting up what looked like a net. “Whatcha doin’ there partner?”, I asked Omi as he was fastening the net to one of the poles.

“Ah, friend Clay. We are playing a game of bashing birds”, he answered cheerily. From that description, a regular person would have probably would’ve called 911, but I just waited for Rai to explain.

“He means, smashing birdies”, Rai chimed with one of his classic eye-rolls. “Badminton. I own at that game!” Just then, Kimiko and Matt walked out from the kitchens with four rackets and a tube of shuttlecocks. They were laughing a bit, so Matt didn’t notice me there and got almost halfway to the court before he turned and realized I was with them. He blushed furiously and started fiddling with his hair.

“Hey Clay!” Kimiko called. “We’re gonna play some badminton, you in?” I wasn’t one to refuse a challenge, so I nodded in the affirmative.

“How’s this gonna work?”, I asked Matt as he passed by and handed me a racket.

“Well, we’re playing doubles; Kim and me against you and Rai. Omi can keep score and ref for this game, right?” he said this without looking from his preparations. Omi accepted and grabbed a seat at a stone bench right next to the make-shift court. He was in the zone even before we started. It would’ve been more intimidating if Matt wasn’t so… Matt, but it made me uneasy nonetheless. With a rather large stick, he drew boundary lines. They were pretty narrow and deep, so there was no worry of tripping over or altering them.

“All services are below the waist,” he demonstrated with a swing that came only to around the upper part of his thigh. “You serve to the diagonal box past the service line” he said, pointing at a line directly in front of my box.

“You only score when you have the serve, and if the serve is lost, it goes to your partner before getting handed over to the other team. The right side always serves first,” he pointed at the line dividing the half-courts into quarters “and if a point is scored, the server switches boxes. First service only gets one serve before getting turned over. Got it?” he asked, raising and eyebrow. I slowly processed all the info and I nodded. We’ll see how this played out.

Matt flipped the birdie and it landed facing our side of the court. “Would you like to serve or give us the serve?” he asked a little professionally. I motioned for him to take the serve. I figured it would give us the advantage of giving them only one serve. Big mistake.

As soon as the birdie came into his hands, Matt crouched down slightly. One leg came came to the front and he made a back-hand serve aimed right at the corner of my box. I was kind’ve shocked, so I didn’t move for a second too long. My flailing swing came around and hit… nothing. The birdie came down with a dull thud; the sound of failure.

Kimiko high-fived him and they changed boxes. I shrugged at Raimundo and he rolled his eyes before saying, “Come on, Clay! That was pathetic!” Kimiko giggled at the exchange, and I rolled up my sleeves ready for the next one that came to me.

Matt served again, but this time to Raimundo. It came low, just past the service line, so Rai was forced to dive and hit it up high. Matt stepped forward, jumped, and smashed it straight onto Raimundo’s butt before he could even get up off the ground. The birdie again hit the ground. This time Raimundo got a taste of failure.

“Ouch,” said Kimiko giggling, before switching boxes with Matt. Rai threw the birdie back to Matt with a little redness in his cheeks and determination in his eyes. I smiled and thought, “It’s on now!”

Sadly, Matt’s streak continued until the score was around 19 to 0, but it was my turn now. I was serving to Kimiko, so I had a chance. She hadn’t done anything yet, letting Matt do all the heavy lifting. I might as well score one point before losing the serve.

I served softly, a little ways off of the service line. Kimiko took the racket in both hands and sent a long shot way to the back of our court. It was unexpected, but Rai darted back and sent it straight back. When I looked back at Kimiko and Matt, Matt had taken the back and Kimiko the front. Kimiko missed the shot, and it looked like it was our point before Matt came out of nowhere and bent low to swipe at the falling birdie. It came sailing back over to our side and I smashed it down low to the blind spot Matt had left. I saw him spin around and hit the birdie back with his back turned to us. It came up at an angle to the net, so I tapped it over the net while Matt was down. Kimiko just tapped it back, this time at my blind spot. I turned around, not even attempting to catch it to prevent almost certain injury. Rai dove for it, hit it, but it bounced off the net and hit him in the forehead.

This last display earned Matt another of Kimiko’s high-fives. “Dude, that’s not fair!”, Rai said. “You’ve got a pro on your team and I’m stuck with Clay here!”

“Fine, crybaby,” Kim answered, “I’ll be on your team.” She looked at Matt and then at me and gave me a wink.

“Yeah, I guess 20’s enough, right Omi?”, Matt joked. Omi only laughed in response. Kimiko gave me a quick hug as she ran over to join Raimundo. Omi had seemingly forgotten that it was actually his turn, but nobody was complaining.

“Now it’s a game!” said Rai, a grin playing across his lips. I could just sigh and cross under the net.

Matt gave me a pat on the back when I took my position. “I’m sure you’ll do good. You’ll see,” he said smiling. It didn’t make me more confident but it did cheer me up some. Rai flipped the birdie and it landed on their side.

“Hm… I guess I’ll have to give Clay the serve”, said Raimundo. I just took the birdie and served it over to Rai. Raimundo sent it back and we started a good run. Matt saved many of the difficult shots, often darting around me. He was up at the front when Raimundo sent a long shot.

“Clay!” he called, moving me into action. I took a couple steps back and smashed it into Raimundo’s chest.

“Ouch!”, came the complaint from Rai. He was rubbing his chest where the birdie hit him.

“C’mon Rai, man up!”, I heard Matt joke. I was all grins at our first point and Matt gave me a quick hug and high-five before going to the right side. We switched over and we scored only one more point before having the serve turned over. When Rai and Kim had their turn, they scored four times, both of them stopped by Matt. I lost the serve once I got it, but Matt came back with a ten point streak. By the time they tied the score at 12-12, we were all panting and sweating from our efforts.

“What’s say we play to 15?”, I suggested breathlessly. I’m sure Rai would’ve made some crack about me not being able to hold up if he hadn’t been a wreck himself at that moment.

“Sure, no prob”, was all Rai could muster. “Any objections ref?”, he directed to Omi. Since there obviously were none, we continued. Matt was doing pretty well for the first volley, but when the birdie came at me, I flailed and lost it. However, I’d been watching Matt play and I thought I could replicate his game. We got ready, and I had the serve this time.

I did a short back-hand serve to Rai and he hit the birdie up to clear the net. It’s arc was very high and next to the net, so a little tap was all it needed to get over and create an impossibly great angle for Rai and Kimiko. Raimundo’s jaw dropped as he saw the birdie meet the dirt. My only response to his shock was a somewhat smug smile.

Kimiko was next. She looked ready for action with her feet shoulder width apart and her knees bent. I sent her a long serve to the middle, just barely in her box. She hesitated for a second, debating whether or not to go for it. At the last second, she dove for it and sent it clear over Matt’s head. It came back to me, so I drove it straight at Raimundo. Rai, not to be hit by that again, sidestepped and made a low swing under-hand to catch the falling shuttlecock. This time, it came up at a nice angle, so Matt crouched down ready and as soon as it was over him, he jumped up and smashed it straight down over their court. There was no way that they were saving that, so Rai didn’t even bother diving.

One more point to go. I glanced over at Matt and he gave me a nod to proceed, so once Rai threw back the birdie I launched a short serve to the front corner of his box. He didn’t dive this time, instead opting to bend low and hit the bird with a scooping motion. It wasn’t as powerful as the other shot, so it dropped pretty quickly after making it over. Matt came in front and delivered a tap that sent it back at Rai for an even steeper drop before darting back to his original position. In response, Rai cleared it over both our heads, forcing Matt to jump back and do a shallow smash. Kimiko easily reflected it, but it came up a little too high and short. Seeing my opportunity ,I jumped up, and smashed it down to the back of Raimundo’s box. For a second, I couldn’t believe I pulled that off, but after a few seconds Omi broke in.

“The winners are Clay and Matt”, he announced with a smile. Raimundo was absolutely fuming at the announcement, but Kimiko came over and congratulated us.

“Lucky shot”, Rai muttered under his breath. It wasn’t very often where I can say that I bested Rai in something sports related (other than wrestling and cattle sports) so I savored the moment like a stray dog savors a steak. When Matt came up to me and pulled me into a bear hug, the constant blush I’ve been sporting for the entire game deepened into a tomato red. He was practically beaming at me when he let go.

“Clay, we won!”, came the very obvious statement. He was smiling that smile of his and laughing. We were both so sweaty that I could see his hair plastered against his forehead and sticking up in odd places. I couldn’t help but laugh and hug him again.

“Yes friend. You are flaming!”, chirped Omi from behind. Matt was kind of put off by this and gave a glance to Kimiko and then to me. I blushed at the very accurate mistake. “What?”, asked Omi.

“I think you mean ‘on fire’, Omi”, came Kimiko’s response.

“Well, both work”, spat Raimundo. That little barb earned him a slap from Kimiko. “Ay! What was that for?” Any complaints after that were lost to Kimiko’s death glare. Rai just slowly backed away and retreated to the kitchens. I could just imagine him with a tail between his legs.

As soon as he was a safe distance away, we all broke into laughter with the exception of Matt. Although we got him this time, he’d come back fine in a matter of minutes. It was just Rai’s nature to joke and to be a sore loser, but he can also be very forgiving, so I’m sure he won’t take our laughter to heart. Matt didn’t look so sure of that, so when he watched Rai walking away, he placed a hand on my arm. I turned and saw his eyes follow Raimundo inside.

“I’ll see you guys later,” Matt broke in, giving my arm a gentle squeeze and following Rai inside. I wonder what he’s up to.

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Sorry for the cliffie, I like to write with a rotating POV, and the next Chapter will have alot of Matt and Raimundo in it.