Author's note: I've had this story in my head for quite a while and attempted to write it for my 2012 NaNoWriMo effort but fell about 4,400 words short. Oh well. The rating is subject to change. Also, please go easy on me because I haven't written fan fiction in a very long time either (apart from this year's NaNoWriMo).
He still hadn't figured out precisely why he was in Los Angeles but from his current vantage point, Chozen Toguchi had a perfect view of Mr Miyagi's house. He still couldn't believe that he had come across Mr Miyagi by chance one day and that he was able to find out precisely where he lived. Another thing that Chozen couldn't believe was the fact that although Mr Miyagi had lived in the United States for over forty years, he still lived in a Japanese styled house. From what he had heard of Mr Miyagi speaking, the man still retained his Japanese accent and spoke broken English.
During his time in Los Angeles, Chozen had learned to not rely on his uncle for anything. Previously, Sato would help him get out of any situation he found himself in but that wouldn't apply to him now. He had made some new Japanese friends and they, in turn, helped him find a place to live and a job. He didn't get nearly as much money as he would've gotten from his uncle but it was enough for him to be able to do what he wanted to do on his days off which was spend time with his friends, especially Toshio and Taro, who had also made their way to Los Angeles. He only had to work for a couple of days each week.
Chozen moved a little as he saw a taxi pull up to the house and the driver toot the horn. A few seconds later, both Mr Miyagi and Daniel emerged from the house. Mr Miyagi did look happy and... was that a sour expression on Daniel's face? He had everything to be happy about and he looked as if he had been sucking on a lemon. Chozen couldn't understand why that would be so. Daniel had beaten him. He had won. He had proven that he was better than him.
He waited in the shadows until the two had gotten into the taxi and said taxi pull away from the house before emerging to have his first decent look at the house. One could be forgiven for thinking that perhaps Mr Miyagi was in the oil business with all the oil paraphernalia outside but he wasn't. He was a typical Miyagi. He could fish and he knew karate.
Chozen found the gate at the side of the house and opened it. He was amazed to see the backyard was also in Japanese style, complete with a pond with fish in it and a running fountain. Oddly enough, Chozen found the fountain rather soothing. It allowed him to think. That was something he was doing, along with filing everything away in his head. He had to know precisely where everything was. He had to know what the colours of certain things were. He knew that it would come in handy at some point.
After all, they - whoever they were - did say that revenge was a dish that was best served cold, right?
Chozen couldn't wait to do just that. But he knew that he had to. Everything had to be planned out so that he would strike when the time was right. And it certainly wasn't now because he was the only one at the house. It would be good. He knew that much. He had been dreaming of the day where he finally taught Daniel LaRusso what honour really was. And it wasn't anything that Mr Miyagi taught him.