Aloha! Ok, you know what, never mind. Welcome, to my new story! Please enjoy. Re uploaded because of errors. Second chapter is coming, but it's getting longer than I planned.

I'll own kickin' it when tulips grow out of my ears.

"Jack..." Milton strode into the dojo with two cups of coffee and a box of cookies that Julie had baked with their daughter, three year old Maddy.
"Hmm?" He turned around, stepping away from the pile of new trophies Jack's team had gotten during their last tournament. The excited teens had dumped their stuff and abandoned Jack to go celebrate at the new pizza place that had opened where Phil's falafel place had once stood. Jack still marvels at how he had stayed throughout the changes around him, Phil moving to Canada, Rudy winning the Seaford cat show and retiring, and mostly Kim going- no he mustn't think about that. But he had changed too. He was no longer the youthful skate rat with a hero complex. He was older, wiser and a sensei for others to look up too. He hadn't stayed here all this time too. He had been in Otai, for four lonely years after Kim left. He didn't mind the loneliness. He spent more time practicing. It made him better. At least, that's what he told himself.

The dojo was different too.
The peeling paint replaced by a cheerful lime green hue, the expensive hi-tech equipment funded by their trophy money, and most of all, the extension built by knocking down the same wall that he had burst through all those years ago. Sunlight streamed through the window as the two men settled down to enjoy their early morning caffeine.
"Hows Julie?"
Milton shrugged.
"Same old, same old. She saw Jerry's new girlfriend at the mall."
"Samantha?"
"No, the newer one." Jerry had changed to, growing to a man, instead if looking like a boy trying too hard. Now the girls were following him around. It probably helped that he had a great job as a party starter at the coolest nightclub in town. The name really does explain the job well, he was paid a hefty price to do crazy things and just dance to get the partying mood started. Jerry was incredibly lucky. If it hadn't been for Kim all those years ago, he could have turned into a lowlife loser, doing drugs or something. It was impossible to avoid. Kim was everywhere, even though she was gone. Jack spent sleepless nights agonizing about the things gone wrong, no matter how much he tried to hide it, even from himself.
"Jack... Let's go out tonight.. Maybe to Jerry's club?"
He thought it over. A way to try and forget the regret and longing that bit at him, to dull the despair that shadowed his every smile or forced laugh. Sure then. Let's get drunk. Jack nodded.
"Ok. See you tonight."

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His body crashed against the side of the car. The alcohol had not helped at all. The emotions haunted him even more. Kim's beautiful face taunted him, a bitter smile etched on her features. This was a giant mistake. The smallest strains of pumping bass coming from the club made his head spin. Briefly he pondered if he was being a hypocrite to the philosophical teachings he taught his karate students. Great, he thought, add guilty to the list of emotions attacking him. Jack sloppily open the door and got in. Never did it occur to his drunken mind that it was probably bad idea to drive at his level of drunkenness. He jammed his keys in and slammed the door shut. Another bad idea. Jack's head reeled and he felt like hurling. Veering out of the parking lot, Jack barely noticed as he scraped against a concrete road block on the side of the street. He drove towards the general direction of his house. A good twenty miles over the speed limit, Jack was well beyond caring about anything other than the fleeting image of Kim's face.

Then suddenly there was noise, so much noise, there was bright lights in his eyes, tire were screeching he could hear scraping and fiberglass and metal crunching... Then it stopped, for the most part, but he was lying on glass and pavement. He could feel.. Liquid.. Warm liquid, pooling around his face. He was almost to tired to care. Sobbing. Faint. Mom, no... He used every last ounce of strength he has to stretch open his eyes to see the beautiful young girl, sitting on the ground in a tutu and sneakers. Shards of glass cut trough her tights, staining them red. Her shocked face glances at him. Blond hair, tears welling in her bright brown eyes. Splitting image of her. He couldn't hold his eyes open any longer. He fought but his eyelids crashed back together, and the darkness swallowed him.

Was that too graphic? I hope not. Should I include deaths in the other lives or is that too depressing after they're separated? Review!