This is my first fanfic. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Disclaimer- I do not own Kickin' It. All rights go to Disney Channel and other respected owner(s).
Jack woke up to sunlight warming his face.
He blinked. They had been waiting at the airport for a few hours, waiting in the boarding area for their delayed flight to Japan to arrive. Rudy had planned for the whole dojo to take a two-week trip to a prestigious martial arts temple in Japan in what he considered an "educational experience". Everyone was looking forward to relaxing and practicing karate for fourteen days, but so far the actual flight had been postponed for an hour or two.
Jack slowly sat up in his chair. He looked around, noticing that nothing had changed since he had fallen asleep. The afternoon light shone through the window, illuminating his friends. Kim was sitting next to him with her back to him, listening to music on her iPhone, Milton was sitting alone on the ground a ways off reading a ridiculously large textbook, Eddie and Jerry were arm wrestling in the seats across from them, and Rudy was passed out next to Jerry, draped over seat armrest in a very undignified manner.
"Morning, Jack," Kim said from next to him.
Jack looked over at Kim. She hadn't even looked up.
"How did you know I was awake?" Jack asked her.
Kim removed her earphones and looked at him. "I heard you sit up. You were asleep at least an hour. You must be pretty tired."
Jack rubbed his eyes. "Not tired, just bored I guess." He noticed Milton sitting by himself. "What's up with Milton?"
Kim glanced at Milton as she opened her backpack, which was sitting in the seat next to her. "I don't know. He hasn't moved from that spot for hours."
"Wow," Jack said.
"Yeah," said Kim. "Well, at least it can't be much longer, right?"
"Right," Jack replied.
Kim smiled at him and leaned over to her backpack. Jack looked over at Kim as she stored her iPhone in her backpack. The sun from the glass window behind lit up her long blonde hair. As he looked at her, he couldn't help but remember the last time he was headed for Japan. He almost left his friends and family. He had almost left Kim. In that time, he had written a letter to Kim with his feelings for her written down in it and had it given to her, but when he decided against leaving, he also decided against telling her. Now he wished more than ever that he had the courage and motivation to tell her about his feelings.
She zipped up her backpack and leaned back in her chair. "Can you believe we're going to Japan?" she asked.
"Not especially," he replied.
She looked at him quizzically. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he lied quickly.
Kim raised an eyebrow.
Jack glanced at her. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.
"Come on," Kim said. "I know you well enough. I know there's something wrong."
"It's nothing," Jack assured her, but she didn't look convinced.
Across from them, Jerry and Eddie had stopped arm wrestling. Jerry stood up, crossed the aisle, and dropped into the seat next to Jack, crossing his legs and trying to look relaxed.
"So, you ready for Japan?" Jerry asked Jack.
"Not really," Jack said, but Jerry wasn't listening. He didn't even pause to listen to his answer or even to take a breath.
"I heard that the temple has a rigorous training course," Jerry said rapidly, occasionally gesturing with his hands for emphasis, "that they have their own sacred garden, that they have a hot springs, that their grand master studies advanced kung fu, and-"
"Masters," piped Milton from his secluded spot.
They all looked at him. "What?" Jerry asked.
"According to this book," Milton said, hefting his book in the air with one hand, "the temple we're staying in has various grand masters, all studying advanced kung fu."
Jerry looked absolutely mortified. "That is one big book, man," he said.
"Sometimes his knowledge scares me," Kim added.
Milton continued, "The book also says that-"
Thankfully, they were saved by a female voice over the intercom announcing that their flight to Japan had arrived and will start boarding immediately.
Jerry was out of his seat in a flash, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder in record time. The rest reacted more slowly, shaking out stiff joints, and getting their bags ready.
"Someone should wake up Rudy," Kim said, gesturing to Rudy, who was snoring, oblivious to the commotion.
"I got him," Eddie said, shaking Rudy. He didn't budge.
"Wake up," Eddie said. Rudy gave no sign of movement. "Wake up, man," Eddie repeated.
"Hurry up, Eddie, we've got to board," Jerry said impatiently, bouncing from one foot to another.
"I'm trying!"
"We've got no time guys, just pick him up and let's go," Jack suggested.
"Good idea." Jerry grabbed a hold of Rudy's feet and Eddie grabbed his hands. Together, they dragged him off the seat and held him facing down in midair.
"Go wait for us in the line," Jerry told Kim.
"Okay," Kim said. "Come on, Milton." The two headed off to fall in line.
Jack grabbed Rudy's bag and headed to join Kim and Milton, but he stopped when he heard a thud from behind him. He looked back and Rudy was laying on the ground. They must have dropped him.
"Careful, man, don't break him," Jerry said, gingerly grabbing his ankles and lifting him up.
"You guys need some help?" Jack asked.
"We got it under control," Jerry said, even though the strain in his face indicated the opposite.
Jack joined Kim and Milton in the line, and before long, so did Eddie, Jerry, and a still-sleeping Rudy as they put him on his feet and fought to keep him upright. The line moved fast, and soon they were able to hand in their tickets to the attendant at the counter. She looked questioningly at Rudy, who had fallen on his face as Jerry tried to pull him up.
"He's asleep," Kim explained, and the attendant nodded in recognition.
Once their passes were in, Milton and Eddie bolted down the connector towards the plane.
"There goes the second tow truck," Jerry said, watching Eddie dash away.
"I'll help you," Jack volunteered. Together, they hoisted Rudy up. He was surprisingly heavy, Jack noted, as his chest cleared the ground.
"It'll be a lot easier if we roll him down to the bottom," Jerry suggested.
"I don't think we should," Jack told him.
"Aww."
They carried him down and into the plane. Jerry and Jack plunked Rudy into the first available seat next to a random lady and Jerry collapsed, exhausted, into the empty seat next to Milton and Eddie. Jack found Kim sitting in an empty aisle.
"Care if I join you?" Jack asked politely.
Kim smiled. "Go ahead," she said, moving her bag to make room for him to sit right next to her.
Ten rows back, in a middle row, sitting closest to the aisle, a dark-skinned man in a suit watched the dojo get settled in for the long flight. As the last member, Jack, disappeared from the aisle into the seat row, he reached into his suit and drew out a sleek and compact phone from the inside pocket. He quickly dialed a number and held it to his ear.
"They're on board, sir," he said. "All six of them."
A flight attendant storing baggage next to him noticed his phone out. "Sir," she said, "please turn off your phone for takeoff."
The man nodded in acknowledgement, and the flight attendant lost interest in him and continued to pack bags into the overhead compartment. The man continued to listen on his phone. After a moment, he spoke.
"I understand, sir. Five of them will get off the plane."
I know, it's not the most exciting intro except for the last few sentences, but rest assured, more action is coming up in the next chapters! Keep reading for more.
-To Glory
