Title: One of a Kind
Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown
Characters: Rai, Kim
Prompt: 069:Thunder
Word Count: 370
Rating: PG
Summary: He used her for his pleasures, now she must live with the pain and find solace.
Author's Note: Why do I write these kind of stories?!?!?! This just came to mind as I remembered a fairly old song...

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Thunder clapped in the night sky. The Dragon of Fire stood there. On top of a hill. Why do this? Why break her heart? Like all the others did. She thought he was different from them. She thought she might love him. And he would in return. But as it turns out, he didn't love her. He only used her body for his own pleasures. She felt sick to the thought. That she gave her woman hood to someone that never really cared for her in the least. But she did love him though. But it just wasn't enough.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, but you couldn't tell from the pouring rain. She sniffed and hiccuped as she fell to her knees and started punching the ground. Anger filled her veins as she yelled and screamed. Cursing in both English and Japanese. Mud covering her arms and face. It got into her hair and clothes. But she didn't care. The only thing she wanted was to be rid of this pain.

Then she felt something covering her back and shoulders. She placed her finger tips over it and felt silk. She recognized the black material as she turned around to see green eyes stare at her with only a white undershirt and red pants. She continued to stare at him as he smiled at her.

“Come on, it's dangerous to be out in a thunder storm,” he said soothingly. Recognizing her pain. She shook her head at him. He let out a sigh. “He's a jackass. I know. But what he doesn't know is what he's letting go of.” She still looked at him. He reached out his hand to her and she graciously took it. They stood up slowly and at together.

“You mean it?” she asked in between gasps. He took a step closer to her and cupped her cheek.

“I do, Kim. You're one of a kind.” She smiled as she got closer to him and rested her head on his chest. He placed his hand that was on her cheek to the back of her head and the other on the center of her back. Stroking delicately as she poured tears on his chest. Not tears of sorrow, but tears of letting go.