Xiaolin Showdown Porn Story: A Whole Lot of Nothing Chapter 10

Finally! It’s summertime! I’ll be a little faster with these updates if I can get an idea of how to take this story. If there are any suggestions, they’re all welcome and will be taken into consideration.

I don’t own any characters, and I do not gain monetary profit from this story.

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Master Fung usually kept us informed, and it was surprising that he didn’t tell us about Matt. We doubted that his arrival and apparent dragon powers were a coincidence, so it was time for Master Fung to ‘fess up.

He called us into the courtyard first thing that morning. When we arrived, he was standing in the center with his arms behind his back.

“Ah, young monks. Thank you for coming on such short notice”, he greeted us. Rai, Omi, and Kimiko were all antsier than a rodeo clown in lead shoes. I couldn’t say I was any better. “I know that you’ve all been wondering about Matt, and it’s understandable that you’d be upset that I hadn’t told you sooner.”

Had it been anyone else, I would’ve expected Rai or Kimiko to say “duh”, but not with Master Fung.

“You see, Matthew, and all of you for that matter, are simply a handful of the many who become Shaolin warriors. It’s not uncommon for a new warrior to rise, much like Jermaine did after meeting Omi.” We all nodded and he continued. “Matthew is destined to be the dragon of lightning. I asked him to keep this a secret to avoid any conflict within the team.” We all looked at Matt and any hurt we had from him keeping that secret was lost. “Even I cannot foresee how many dragons may arise. We can only hope that these warriors choose the side of good. Seeing Matthew’s abilities, I’m sure all of you are glad he was brought here first. Am I right?” He raised an eyebrow at that last part, and I looked over to give Matt a smile.

By now, everyone had calmed down a bit. It was a little more understandable that he was another dragon in training after hearing it from Master Fung.

“That’s for sure”, replied Kimiko to Master Fung’s question. She came over and gave Matt a smile and a hug before winking at me. I’m not sure what she meant by that, but for some reason, I had the feeling it was something like asking permission to hug Matt. In any case, it sent my cheeks ablaze.

“You know it”, said Raimundo. He clapped Matt on the back, and Kimiko came to retrieve the “kick me” sign. Raimundo’s sneakier than an greasy snake when it comes to pranking. Kimiko snapped him out of his laughter with one smack to the back of his head. Despite the constant pranking, Rai seemed to take a liking to Matt. They got along like brothers; albeit noisy, violent, arguing brothers. If you can’t call that brotherly, I don’t know what brothers are.

“Quite right, Master Fung” piped Omi, bowing. “We are quite fortunate to have you on our side”, he said sweetly to Matt.

“Omi really is a nice guy”, I thought to myself as Matt gave Omi a smile and rubbed his head. “Just that ego of his makes me forget sometimes.” When I thought about Omi’s personality, Omi was genuinely one of a kind. I’d never met anyone like him before. In a lifetime, you’d probably meet a computer freak, a prankster, and a cowboy, but Omi took the cake when it came to uniqueness.

“Do any of you have any questions?”, asked Master Fung. Nobody answered. “If not, we shall resume training.” He led us back to the training grounds through the garden.

“Master Fung, what kind of training are we doing?”, asked Omi. “Will it be an obstacle course? Weapons training? Shen Gong Wu mastery? Sparring?” I winced at that last part and sent an apologetic glance to Matt. He still had a bandage from the fight with Chase, and it was painfully reminiscent of the last training session we had.

“No, Omi”, replied Master Fung. “Today’s training will be elemental control. We’re going to be working with Matt and his element.” I looked at Matt and he seemed a little shocked, but otherwise excited.

“This shall be most interesting”, chirped Rai from the back. Obviously, he was doing an impression of Omi because he was on his knees and smiling unnervingly like Omi usually did.

“I agree, Raimundo”, said Omi, quite seriously. Kimiko gave Rai a smart jab and he returned to normal height. By the time Raimundo was done complaining, we were already at the training grounds.

“Now Matt, I want you to tell me what you felt when you harnessed your powers for the first time”, Master Fung said softly. Matt was deep in thought for a moment, and then he came up with something. His answer came slowly.

“I felt… I felt like I was burning alive. It was like my body was exploding with strength and power. I could feel my heart beat so hard that my chest felt like it was on fire, and that fire spread through my entire body and it felt… good.” He stared at his hands for a moment while we took in what he was saying. “The hairs on my arms stood straight up and little sparks flashed across my whole body. It was like every cell of my body was bursting with electricity. ” Everyone was silent when Matt spoke. His description was so vivid that we were all in awe of how empowering our powers really were.

“Very good, Matthew”, said Master Fung. “And have you learned to control it since?”

Matt nodded, and he lifted his hand. As a demonstration, he let a jolt of electricity spark across his palm and over his fingers. We all jumped at the sight with the exception of Master Fung.

“Woah”, said, Raimundo. His eyes widened and I’m sure he was imagining the practical pranking uses for that power.

Omi didn’t say anything, but just laughed in wonder and excitement, just like a little kid would. Wait, is Omi a little kid? I’ve always been under the impression that Omi is older than he seems. (A/N: I’ve seriously wondered that, so answers would be appreciated. hint hint)

Kimiko and I laughed and smiled at the sight even though it was still a little frightening to watch.

“Well, Matthew, I’m sure you’ve gone through some training with your powers, so may we see a demonstration?”, asked Master Fung. The rest of us were confused. Didn’t he just demonstrate enough?

Matt gave a worried look, but he complied and moved away from us. A little ways off from the group, Matt stopped and stood. For a second, I wondered what he was doing until I saw the concentration etched in his brow. What was he up to?

After a couple seconds, sparks began to erupt from Matt’s clenched fists, and storm clouds accumulated overhead. Instead of the light gray thunderclouds we were used to, a herd of thick, black clouds overshadowed the temple.

“Matt!”, I called, but it was far too late.

“Wudai Jupiter: Lightning!”, he called. His voice resounded and echoed across the temple grounds. Omi gasped when he heard that Matt was already a Wudai Warrior. I was a little shocked too, but after the way he handled Chase Young, it wasn’t very surprising.

I felt my stomach do every manuever imaginable in my gut when I saw the clouds form a vortex over Matt. From the heart of the vortex, a single bolt of lightning raced down in the blink of an eye.

Matt reached up to receive the electricity and his hand met the flash of light. A split second after it came down, a shock wave hit and rolled outwards from Matt’s outstretched hand. Even Master Fung shielded his ears from that one.

As we recovered from the jarring blast, I noticed that Matt looked considerably different.

Sparks raced across his body and they set his shirt on fire. His hair was standing straight up, and it swayed slightly with the jolts that ran across the top of his head. He didn’t seem to notice though, and he was literally smoking hot as he sprinted towards us. His feet seemed to barely touch the ground, but when they did ever more sparks rippled across the earth.

“Woah”, said Rai after a couple seconds of awe. We all seemed to take that as an appropriate response. Matt was shooting around sparks here and there to create a small show. At first, this was all very impressive, but the sparks were getting to be a little irritating. Seemingly sensing my boredom, Matt stopped with the sparks, and charged up his energy as he approached one of the practice dummies. In his fists and feet, a dazzlingly bright light accumulated.

“Melee Maelstrom: Lightning!”, he screamed. With that, a flurry of jabs and kicks sent the dummy into flames. Until then, the rainclouds had been stirring about overhead, but they let down their rain and gusts of wind blew as Matt’s power drained slowly. Eventually, his attacks ceased, and he stood there a moment to recuperate.

“I see you have trained already, Matthew. I’m sure you’re ready for anything we can throw at you”, Master Fung admitted after a moment. “It is curious that your element is lighting, as it is apparently connected to all four the other elements here.”

“All four?”, I questioned confusedly. It didn’t seem very connected to me.

“Yes, Clay. All four”, Master Fung answered with a flourish of his arm. He was motioning to the site of the dummy. “When Wind and Water rage”, Rai and Omi perked up. “Lightning strikes.” This time, Matt stirred slightly. Although, he seemed to exhausted to care at the moment. “And under certain circumstances, Fire is ignited.” Kimiko looked up and smiled to Master Fung. I still wasn’t getting where he was going until he came to the last part. “However, the only constant is that Lightning is attracted to Earth.”

I blushed at that last part. Thinking about our elements, I could see how Matt fit in with us. The only thing was that I couldn’t get over the whole Lightning Earth attraction without some embarrassment. I stood there looking at the dummy with raindrops popping against the brim of my hat. It couldn’t just be a coincidence.

While I was still musing on the relationships of the elements, the drizzle developed into a heavy downpour, so Master Fung told us to go back to the main temple. The only problem was that two of us weren’t going right away. While the others went ahead, I lagged behind to wait for Matt. Seeing how much power he just used I wouldn’t be surprised if he needed help walking back to the temple.

When he finally started to make his way towards me, I could see he was exhausted. His eyes weren’t shining like they usually were, and his step seemed more deliberate, like an old man’s. Without his usual spring, he seemed to shrink into a child. The transformation took me by surprise, and I had to hold back the urge to scoop him up as he passed by me.

“You okay there, Matt?”, I asked in a worried tone. Instead of the little nod or “yeah” I expected, he dropped on one knee and gasped. “Matt!”

He just stayed there and breathed heavily. I started to panic, and he still didn’t respond.

“Matt?! What’s wrong? Do you want me to get Master Fung? What in tarnation’s going on here?”, I ranted frenziedly. I suddenly stopped as he got up.

“My shirt! This was my favorite shirt!”, he said seriously while he clawed at his burnt shirt, or so I thought before he started cracking up with laughter. I was at a loss for words, so I didn’t say anything, and just turned and left.

“Clay?”, came a baffled cry from where I was a second ago. “Clay, it was just a joke!” Typical. At that moment, I was thinking about how to separate him and Raimundo, they’re becoming too much alike, but when he got a taste of his own medicine, I couldn’t help but laugh and have pity on him. I turned around and gave him a smile.

“You and Raimundo, I swear. If daddy was here, he’d whip you guys just for a little joke like that”, I snorted. Thinking about daddy’s whippings, I couldn’t help but rub my behind a bit. They stung more than rubbing a bee-sting with lemon juice. I shuddered at the thought.

Matt came up to me and patted me on the back. “Let’s just be glad he’s not here, and we can stop talking about whipping”, he said with a sigh. His expression suddenly shifted into a sly grin. “Unless, of course, you want me to get my belt”, he joked. I stopped and looked at him as he flashed the buckle of his singed belt. By just looking at him, he didn’t seem very threatening, so I felt a chuckle coming on until I turned back and saw the smoking dummy.

“No thank you. I think I’ve had my fill of whippings for this lifetime”, I replied with my hands between us for protection. The sly look didn’t leave his face, but he shrugged and continued to the temple.

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We were soaked by the time we finally made it under the roof of the temple. Matt’s already tattered clothes were sagging and falling under the weight of the water (not that I was complaining). Other than that, he looked even more attractive than before. For a second, he looked stunningly similar to a model when he flung back his bangs and the bandage added a little “bad-boy” look, but then the effect wore off when he started stomping and spluttering to get dry.

The sight was so adorable that I couldn’t help but give him one of my “Matt” grins.

“Enjoying the show?”, he asked me while he tried to blow a sopping lock out of his face. He failed miserably.

“And what if I am?”, I replied saucily. Considering his position, I didn’t think anything he could do would be too bad. “I don’t suppose you could do anything about it, could you partner.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“No, I guess not”, came his reply. He sighed before continuing “But unfortunately for you, I’m making this show a little more… interactive!” With that, he spun and splattered me with the loose water hanging on his clothes and hair. I pulled of my hat to inspect for damages, and Matt just came up to me and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. Let me get that for you.” He did the worst thing possible in his position and decided to ring his sleeve in my hat.

I looked up at him and he had the same sly grin on his face. I locked him with my eyes and muttered, “I think your going to regret that.”

“Am I?”, he countered. Obviously, he didn’t see the gravity of the situation. He wet my hat. He’s going down faster than a skydiver in concrete shoes.

“Meet me at the training grounds in half an hour”, I grumbled as I passed by him. I turned to leave but stopped when I remembered something. “Oh, and be prepared to get dirty.”

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Sorry, but I don’t plan on any lemons if you were thinking about that last part too hard. If your lacking in lemons, then I suggest you go to the farmer’s market. I hope you enjoyed this little ditty and please feel free to review if you wish.