Title: Perfect?

Author: Madmaddie.

Pairing: Raimundo/Kimiko.

Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown.

Theme: #15, perfect blue.

Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown or any of the characters. Though I dream of owning Rai some day.

"Rai?"

". . . Hn?"

The girl glared at the rather non-extensive answer of her best friend. Glancing down beside her she looked over at the brunette. Who was lying sprawled on the grassy hill, his arms tucked behind his head as he relaxed in the sun. Not paying any attention to her what so ever.

"Rai!"

"Hm?" He grunted, still not opening his eyes to converse with her. Glaring the girl raised a hand, curled it into a fist and slammed it in his stomach. It wasn't too hard a blow; they had received worse over their time spent as Xiaolin Dragons-in-training. But it was hard enough to make Raimundo sit up with an annoyed yell.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing Kim?"

"Getting your attention." Kimiko muttered, rolling her eyes at him.

"You could have gotten my attention without hitting me in the stomach."

"It was more fun that way."

Scowling at her Raimundo flopped back down onto the grass, his arms and legs spread-eagled.

"So what'd you want my attention for?"

". . ."

Turning sleepy eyes upwards, Raimundo squinted against the sunlight to look at his best fiend. Her knees were pulled against her chest, her arms wrapped tightly round them. An almost pained look printed on her face.

"There something wrong, Girl?"

"I don't know much about you."

Raimundo let a long suffering sigh, sometimes girls could be so weird, "What are you chatting about?"

Kimiko suddenly scowled, whipping her head round to turn her fiercest glare on him.

"I don't know much about you! I don't know all your favourite sports. I don't know where you used to live. I don't know about your family. I don't what you used to do for fun at home. I don't know about any of your old friends. I don't know anything! I-"

"Hey," Kimiko blinked when a hand landed on her mouth, effectively shutting her up. "All you have to do is ask. I'm not so self-centred that I'd talk about myself constantly, you know."

He grinned at her, that boyish, charming grin that made her stomach do summersaults and her heart pound against her ribcage.

"Soooo," He drawled, dropping his hand and throwing himself back once more. "Whaddya want to know?"

"What's your favourite colour?"

" . . .

That's it? You complain about not knowing me. Go on what would have been an hour long rant and all you want to know is my favourite colour?"

"It's the little things that are important Rai. So you gonna answer?" Sometime along their conversation Kimiko had twisted herself round so she was looking down at Raimundo. She was sitting cross-legged with her hands dangling in her lap as she stared down at the care-free Dragon of Wind.

She continued to stare at Raimundo. Who was still lying there, his eyebrows drawn together, his nose wrinkled slightly in concentration. An adorable sight if she did say so herself.

"Perfect blue."

Kimiko snorted, a most unladylike thing to do but she didn't really care.

"Perfect blue? There's no such thing, anyway shouldn't it be green? You always wear that."

"If you'd already decided what my favourite colour was, why did you ask?"

Kimiko frowned, stretching a hand out slowly to pick the medallion lying on Raimundo's chest up. Gently she traced the swirling deign on the front, not daring to look up to see Raimundo staring at her with a questioning look on his face.

"Alright, I'll humour you. What's perfect blue?"

"What do you mean by humour me? There is so such a thing as perfect blue." He growled, sitting up and snatching the medallion out of her hand. Kimiko blinked slowly, only just realising how close they were now that Raimundo was sitting up. So close she could feel his breath on her mouth, so close she could see nothing but beautiful emerald green eyes, so close she could practically hear his heart thumping inside his chest. Though his was probably making a racket out of anger not because he liked her.

"They're can't be such a thing as perfect blue." Kimiko muttered. From here she could practically count Raimundo's eyelashes. Why wasn't he moving? Not that she was complaining of course. But there was a reason . . . right?

"Why's that then Little Miss Perfect?"

"Don't call me that. Everyone has a different idea of what perfect is, so therefore there can be no such thing as 'prefect blue.'"

"Yes there can." Raimundo said, moving back a bit and nodding his head slightly as if to assure himself as well as her. Oh God, another adorable thing to add to her ever growing list of 'Rai being cute' moments.

"Oh? Pray do tell oh Almighty Dragon of the Wind," He wrinkled his nose here slightly, causing Kimiko's mouth to twitch in a half smile, "How that is possible?"

"Everyone would agree that my blue is the perfect blue." He said, a cocky smirk spreading across his lips.

Kimiko rolled her eyes at him.

"Rai, there is no such-"

And once again Raimundo shut her up but this time he wasn't using his hand. No, this time his lips were against her, soft and warm. Moving against hers softly, almost as is she was made of glass and would break any moment. His hands came up carefully, slowly, ever so slowly, one wrapping around her waist while the other gently cupped her cheek. She sighed, her eyes eyelashes fluttering against her cheek as she revelled in the wonderful sensation and taste of Raimundo. But after what seemed like an eternity, yet also only a split second, he pulled away. Not too far though, his forehead stayed pressed to hers, his breath still ghosting over her lips. And hesitantly his hand left her cheek, moving to brush against her closed eyelids. Before he leaned in even closer, his lips hovering over her ear.

"Perfect blue." He mumbled; his voice low and filled with soft.

And then suddenly he was standing before her, his cocky grin back on his face. Hands shoved into his pockets as he gazed at her through his wayward bangs.

"Everyone would think my blue is the perfect blue Kim."

End.