Xiaolin Showdown Porn Story: A Whole Lot of Nothing Chapter 7
Sorry guys, I had some finals so forgive my slowness. It’s alright though because summer is just around the corner ). This is a kinda short fic, so I apologize if it doesn’t satisfy.
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After the badminton game, I was a little worried when I saw Raimundo storm off like that (no wind pun intended). He really seemed upset, and it wasn’t like him. The thing that worried me most was that he wasn’t being his regular insensitive, cocky, hurtful self. Now that I think about it, it doesn’t really seem that bad, but I suppose there most be some consequence to the transformation.
Ever since that whole “kissy-kissy” sunset stuff, I’ve been acting like a little girl with a crush. I’d bet Clay would be puffing out his chest if he thought about how unmanly it was. Ah well; I guess we made up for it during the badminton… except for the hugging thing. I really wasn’t acting like myself anymore, and I think Clay’s to blame for that. I sensed a change in him too, but it was only in the little things.
Whenever I entered a room, he’d turn and give me a smile before going back to what he was doing. That was always something to look forward too, but it was nowhere near as awkward as him holding doors for me or tipping his hat; those always made my notorious blush flare up. There’s nothing bad about them, it’s just that it’s difficult to wrap my mind around the idea that I was being… courted. I could practically feel the sigh coming on. It’s to be expected considering my situation; Clay’s not one to go for that sort of stuff on the receiving end.
I went into the kitchen and looked around- no sign of Raimundo. This is where Clay and I have been eating lunch together for the last few days. It’s nice to spend some time alone with him everyday, and I can honestly say that I enjoy his company. He’s very polite and never judgmental or insensitive, making him extraordinarily easy to talk to. Since we’ve started dining together, I’m pretty sure he knows more about me than Kimiko, and that’s saying something. She’s been picking my brain, secret by secret since the day I arrived here at the temple. From what I’ve seen, she’s just craving someone to share thoughts with, and seeing the stock here I’m not surprised she jumped at the chance to make me her companion.
“Can’t think about that now, Matt, snap out of it!”, I told myself. Good thing too, because I was about to find out what the fridge felt like against my face. I recoiled from the close call, and I stopped to think for a second. “If I were Raimundo where would I go?” Right after I asked myself, the answer struck me.
When I reached the rooftop, it was mid-afternoon. It was really quite hard to get to and I wondered if Raimundo went through the trouble of scaling the walls every time he comes up here, but of course, I find him with a Shen Gong Wu in hand.
He was sitting near the center of the roof, propped up against a higher tower. It struck me as a kind of bad boy-ish pose; so much so that I had to physically resist the urge to go over there and slap him on the back of the head.
I found myself thinking once again “typical” before approaching Raimundo. He seemed a little frustrated, but in a way subdued. From what I could discern, he was going through some inner turmoil. Instead of doing the clichd sit down or hand on shoulder, I decided to climb over the tower and drop in on him from above.
“Ay! My god, Matt, what are you doing?!” was the shocked reply that came from Raimundo after I dropped in on him. I was just about to make some witty remark when I slipped and fell on my face. It was not the graceful entrance that I hoped for. I looked up at Raimundo and I could see him choking back laughter with very little success. It was only a matter of time before he exploded, and when he did I couldn’t help but laugh too.
With the tension broken, I refocused on the heart of the problem. “So Rai, tell me. What’s up?”, I asked. He seemed a little shocked at my straightforward approach, but I wasn’t one to feed around the bush.
“Wh-what do you mean?”, he stuttered, cracking his voice a little. I could almost hear the gulp. Looks like this is a sensitive area.
“You know what I mean, Rai. What’s up with you? I mean, you can hardly stand to be near Kim and me for more than a couple minutes tops. Mind telling me why?” He seemed a little startled by my question and soon became frustrated. Apparently there were some sore feelings there.
“Why do you think, Bro? I mean, you just show up and she’s all over you. What do you need me for when everyone else thinks you’re so awesome and special? Huh?” As soon as he said it, I could tell that he regretted it. I couldn’t see myself, but I’m sure I would’ve had a tear or two in my eye. However, I could understand where he was coming from, so I wasn’t angry. “Look, Matt, I didn’t mean-“
“Rai, you honestly think that I like Kimiko?”, I blurted, cutting him off. “Don’t let me stand in your way. I’m not really into her.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”, he growled, grabbing the collar of my shirt. “So you’re not serious about her? She’s just another girl? You don’t deserver her, bro!” By the end of his little speech, he was seething.
I put my hands up in defense. “Dude, I’m not into her or any other girl!”, I replied quickly. At this point I didn’t think it mattered who knew, but it took Raimundo a second to process what I just told him.
“So you mean, you’re…” I nodded. “And you and Kimiko aren’t…” Again, I nodded. He looked thoughtful for a moment and then started to chuckle. His small chuckles soon grew into hysterical laughter. I was a little scared, so I just backed away slightly with an arm ready to protect myself from any craziness Raimundo was capable of doing at the moment.
“R-rai? Are you okay?”, I asked tentatively. His laughter subsided and he responded with a quick thump to the back.
“Matt, you know what I just realized? I’ve hated you since the first day you got here because Kim was all over you.” He looked over to the gardens after that. “I’m just glad you’re… you know. I don’t know what I’d do if she forgot about me…” he mused.
“Gosh, Raimundo. Sometimes I wonder when people will stop caring about a whole lot of nothing.” When I looked over at him, he had a sort of dreamy look on his face. His eyes were glazed over and they stared unblinkingly into the lush green of the gardens. I turned my head to see what he was looking at, and I felt two hands yank at my thighs.
Typical. I was about to yell, but it was stifled when I tripped over my pants. Raimundo’s laughter was echoing across the grounds as I collected my pants and pulled them back up. I’m just glad we were on the roof. Maybe I should wear a belt from now on.
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Just a little Rai and Matt moment. I hope you enjoyed. Please read and review if you liked.