Hello fellow Karate Kid readers. I've been a Karate Kid fan for years, and I recently re-watched them all to get me ready for the new Karate Kid movie with Jaden Smith and Jackie Chan. I especially hadn't seen Karate Kid 3 for a long time, so it was like watching it for the first time again. And now I must say, because I'm a HUGE slash fan and see it everywhere and because Mike is GORGEOUS!, I liked the idea of Mike and Daniel SLASH. Sadly I found NONE on this site -_- so I thought, 'Meh, what the hell? I will do it myself.' I hope you all like it. :D
Title: Never Say Never
Disclaimer: I do not own Karate Kid and I do not own the title, which was inspired by Justin Bieber's song 'Never Say Never' for the 2010 Karate Kid movie.
Warning: This is SLASH, don't read it and then review it giving me shit that you don't like the fact that I made these boys homosexual, GET OVER IT, you shouldn't have clicked onto the story then, because the summary mentions SLASH in it. Also, there will be swearing throughout the story, mostly from Mike because we ALL know that's what he is like. :D
Summary: After losing the tournament to Daniel, Mike joins the cage fighting underworld to make ends meet. One day he is beaten half to death and left in an alley to die. Luckily, Mr. Miyagi finds Mike and takes him home to live with him and Daniel. Neither boy is happy with the arrangement... yet. SLASH: MikexDaniel (Because we ALL know that Mike would top Daniel) XD
Chapter One: The Underworld
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Mike's POV -
I swung my leg around, kicking the area behind the knees of my opponents' legs, knocking him onto the ground. I then brought my knee up, slamming it into his nose, feeling it break from the impact, that sudden, satisfactory, crunch. My opponent, who called himself 'Demon', was on his knees, face covered in blood from the broken nose I had given him, plus from the other cuts my fist had created on his skin.
Pfft, Demon. "Demon..." I said, with slight amusement, as I prepared to land the punch that would win me this round. He looked up at me, hate lingering in his eyes at the fact that he couldn't beat a kid half his age.
"...don't name yourself something that you can't live up to." I said, before slamming my fist into his jaw, the impact rendering him unconscious as soon as he hit the ground.
I should have done this years ago, cage fighting. It was something that I liked straight away. There were no stupid rules for hitting, (except for the groin area being off limits, which was fair enough) unlike karate, where you have to remember over a hundred rules in order to fight with honour. Fuck honour.
The crowd cheered as I had won again. I was becoming a steady favourite amongst them. The mystery boy who was stronger than he looked, the 'Cobra'.
The host came up to me and picked up my hand. He held it into the air as the crowd cheered harder. "Cobra, Cobra!" They were all shouting.
Even though my deal with Silver never happened, I used the Cobra name as my stage name. It suited me. I was like a Cobra. I was lean, not too muscled, but I strike with a deadly ferocity. I was stronger than I looked. Just like a Cobra.
The winnings I got were also worth it. I felt particularly satisfied at the fact that a large percentage of my pay came from the losers who bet against me. That showed them, the bastards.
It was great here, in the gambling and fighting underworld. Better than where I was before, back at home. I couldn't go back after the fucking humiliation Silver and Kreese put me through. LaRusso's sensei had taught him shit that I was never shown. If we were on the same level, I would have beaten the little fucker.
I kept thinking about all of this, one by one these thoughts going through my mind, especially the fight against 'Demon', which was my proudest moment as he was by far my biggest opponent.
I kept thinking about these things, the tournament, Kreese, Silver, LaRusso, because if things had worked out differently in all four of those aspects of my life, I wouldn't be in this position now, two hours after fighting 'Demon'.
I guess this is what it feels like to lose in the real world, this thought crossed my mind, playing a dark reminder to the fact that I was not going to survive this. Five much older men were holding my arms and legs, while another was punching the daylights out of me. They were doing this while their boss, who was dressed in incredibly expensive looking clothes, was smoking a cigar and watching in satisfaction.
They had pulled me into this alley, after I had left the abandoned factory where the cage fighting tournaments were held. I was planning on spending my winnings, going out, having a good time, maybe even taking a girl back to my apartment for the night.
That was when they had jumped me, covering my mouth so I wouldn't call for help. It took six of them, six bigger and stronger men to hold me down; a kid no older than 19, who was a black belt in karate. At least I could die with that type of proud thought in my head.
Maybe it was my fault, I should have said yes to them, but it has been said that I'm a cocky, obnoxious and arrogant prick. I'm proud to say that those descriptions fit me quite well. There are a lot of things I would do for money, but losing is not one of them. I will never submit or bow down, or show weakness to anybody, I'd rather die.
Which was why, two hours after my fight against 'Demon', I was being held between these five guys, my face bleeding, my face cut up, my body reeking in pain. The bastards were hitting me to cause maximum damage, my eyes were okay, they hadn't punched me there, but they were aiming for my stomach, my kidneys and my lungs.
"Stop." The boss had said, after the guy punching me had landed a handful of blows to my chest. A few more punches and he would have broken my ribs, which knowing my luck, would have pierced my lungs.
I looked up at the boss. He didn't look happy, probably because I hadn't screamed or let out a single groan of pain. He won't be getting one either. Where I grew up, you fight more than enough times to have learnt how a fighter is meant to die. You die with dignity, you die with pride, you don't die begging for mercy or crying out in pain.
I had learnt this from a young age, so there was no way the bastard was going to get the satisfaction of hearing me scream or seeing me scared. I had already faced someone more evil than him anyway, a long time ago, so he didn't even scare me.
The boss walked up to me, taking his cigar out of his mouth, I knew what was coming next, I was prepared for it. He lifted his cigar to an open wound on my stomach and placed it right on top of it, butting it out on my skin.
He looked surprised when I smirked with pride at the fact that I still contained myself and didn't cry out, even though it had felt like a hot iron rod was pressing into my skin.
"You're a fool. This would have been all unnecessary if you would have just agreed to my terms." He said, as he slowly turned the cigar clockwise, into my skin.
"I will never lose a fight purposely, for money." I said through gritted teeth which were clenched shut from both anger and pain.
His nostrils flared in anger at my words, he then composed himself. He thankfully dropped the cigarette from my chest, letting it fall into the dirt. He stepped back and nodded to the man beside him (the one who had used me as a human punching bag) before turning around and walking away. The man nodded back and then stood in front of me. He brought his fist right back, preparing himself to make the final blow. I didn't close my eyes, I stared him down.
Die with pride.
"Any final words, bitch?" The man asked me.
"Fuck you." I answered back, managing to glare at him through the pain.
The guy punched me, hard, dislocating my jaw, the impact sending me to the ground, where my head hit the brick wall that made up the alley.
Then they left me. Figures, if you want someone to die painfully, you prolong their death as much as you can. They were leaving me here to bleed to death. They gave me the painful way out, instead of relieving me of their physical torture that now dominated all feeling in my body.
I was lying in the foetal position, before I felt my breathing become uncomfortable. I lifted my head and coughed up blood. Fuck, my stomach must be worse off than it feels. I adjusted myself so I could lie on my back, facing the night sky. I could see the stars. At least, after everything, I could die alone, peacefully.
I started seeing things, my family, my old friends, my life, the tournament, my cage fighting battles, everything. It was then that I knew I was almost gone.
I then felt someone lightly slapping my face. I opened my eyes, even though it was so hard to do so, I didn't even remember closing them. I had almost slipped away. Until someone's slapping (who ever this idiot was) had pulled me back. How annoying, it was peaceful moments before...
"S-stop..." I stuttered out, too weak to speak, let alone move my mouth to speak in the first place. I couldn't keep my eyes open for more than a few seconds, so I kept them shut, it didn't matter who it was now anyway, I was done for.
"You come with Miyagi." The voice said.
Miyagi? Why did that sound familiar...something about a tournament, or was he a teacher I knew from somewhere? Shouldn't he have a kid with him? Some Italian kid? Or karate? Was he from karate? I couldn't remember...where was I? Why was I lying down?
"Up..." The voice said, before I felt his arms under my knees and behind my back. I felt myself being lifted from the ground...why was I on the ground again? Something about a gang beating me I think...I don't remember...it doesn't matter...I just want to sleep...
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