A/N: Bethany here. So, after my first one shot I thought that I should try out an actual story. This one is based on friendship, romance, I got this idea as my friends are slowly falling apart. We are slowly drifting away from each other and I want to place the emotion I'm feeling in this story.

Hopefully this will make you think how important friendship truly is. For me, I had to learn the hard way and I'm battling through all the obstacles to bring myself back to them, but it's tough. Since I'm shy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It

Wasabi Warriors: I Fight For You

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Chapter One: Wasabi Warriors

It was during that one bright and shiny day, the sun rested upon the sky, hovering over the peaceful town of Seaford. Orange, yellow and red splashed across the sky as a new day began. Up above you can make out small figures heading to the stores, with a key in their grip as they made their way to the locked doors.

Everyone was asleep on this fine Saturday morning, but a rag tag group of misfits weren't. They were known as the Wasabi Warriors, it consisted of 4 boys and 1 girl. They were inseparable, they were like family brought together by their love of martial arts.

They weren't the best in the town, but they were known for their strong bond that anyone wished to have with their friends. They slowly made their way to their dojo, a blonde haired girl with doe-eyed brown eyes, Kim Crawford walked upon with the group of guys, she was praised for sticking with them as most girls can't stand to sit next to them before a disgust look came upon their faces.

They didn't know, but Kim became one of the guys. She was glad that she joined the Bobby Wasabi Dojo, if it wasn't for the brown haired, tall and muscular guy next to her, she wouldn't have gone on those wild adventures that the Black Dragons could have experienced.

She'll admit, she was a girly girl. Dressed in expensive jackets, and covering her face with thick and uncomfortable makeup. If it wasn't for the guys, she'd still be waking up at 6 o'clock in the morning to take a shower, pick out her clothes and place on makeup.

Currently she wears a lime green hoodie, she matched with a high-waisted shorts, knee-high socks and brown boots. Her hair was tied up in a high pony, her face touched with a light pink blush and lip gloss. She knew she shouldn't try to impress the guys, but she was a girl and she hated being gross.

Kim Crawford never knew that this band of Warriors would spilt apart, not with this bond. She never knew, today was the day their friendship would end, not entirely before slowly until they would stop talking to each other...entirely.

They were currently heading to the dojo, spotting their Sensei; known as Rudy, jiggling in his keys and turning harshly from the left to the right. His eyebrows were burrowed, muttering under his breath as the doors wouldn't budge. They group exchanged worried and quick glances before dashing forward to stop Rudy from breaking anything.

"Rudy. Rudy. Rudy!" the brown haired guy called out as he got to him before the rest could. His brown eyes switched from the lock to Rudy. He is known as Jack Anderson, the best student in Rudy's dojo, mostly known as the most loyalty and encouraging friend. The closest to Kim.

Rudy turned to face Jack with an annoyed expression, wildly gesturing to the lock. "What Jack?" he asked obviously annoyed by his interuption. "Trying to open the dojo here."

Jack rolled his eyes, shifting his weight and rolling up his plaid sleeves. "You should probably check if you got the right key." Jack suggested slowly, Rudy spluttered pulling out the key and bringing it up to his eye level and eye balling it. Rudy scoffed, his fingers swiftly brushing the key to the next one and nodded.

"Of course. I knew that." Rudy laughed nervously before hurriedly sticking the key in as the group exchanged knowing looks. Hearing a click, Rudy brightened and pulled open the doors gesturing inside. "Ta-da?" Kim shook her head, following after the group and instantly dropped on the mat into a stretch.

A gentle tap on her shoulder made her look up in wonder, up above her was Jack with his signature smile. "Want a quick spar?" he held out his hand which Kim dismissed, pulling herself up as she wasn't the one who needed help.

Pursuing her lips she quickly thought about it, "Sure." she said. Kicking off her boots, she bounced slightly to get the energy running through her as it was early in the morning, "Don't go bragging if you win. Sleep is still in my eyes." Kim warned him dangerously.

Jack cocked an eyebrow before nodded, his feet swiftly kicking off his shoes and running to the center of the mats. "Kim." he said, Kim turned to face him, "You always have an excuse whenever we spar." Kim's jaw slacked before she hit him gently on the chest.

"I'm girl. I complain." Kim covered up.

They both held each other's gaze as they slowly bent, beginning the spar which no one made the first move to. They circled each other, studying their body movements as whatever move they make, they can hit it off. "This isn't sparing!" a black haired Latino cried out, dressed in his usual get up he munched happily on a banana, Jerry Martinez is his name.

A red headed boy, unusually bony, dressed in his usual vest and knee-high socks, he is known as Milton Krupnick. "They're simply, playing with each other. Counter attack their moves and-"

Kim spluttered a shush and went back to her defense crouch. Finally Jack threw a punch, Kim circled around it before kicking his arm up and twirling so the heel of her feet would hit Jack's stomach. Jack deflected her kick, he circled around her, his leg coming in a downward motion as he aimed for her hip.

She ducked, punching off his leg and aiming a punch he caught. Her arm circled, her feet left the ground as he attempted to flip her. Her hands hit the mat, she pushed herself up and kicked at Jack's chest. He pushed off her feet, slapped off her arm, grasping her arm again he went behind her and flipped her.

Her feet hit his thighs and once again bounced off, she crouched her leg sliding under Jack's feet. He jumped, Kim threw a punch, he kicked it off and struck at her, she brought her arms up in defense before grasping his arm and attempt to flip him before Jack caught on and circled her arm, her feet left the ground. Her back met the ground and she was left winded.

She groaned in displeasure, shifting on the mat, refusing to meet Jack's victory smirk. She rebounded back on her feet and popped her lips, "Well. I can't say that I'm sad."

Jack laughed, ruffling her hair. She frowned and swatted away his hand, "I'm sad because you went all macho on a sleep deprived girl!" she snapped. Jack flinched before regaining his posture.

He shrugged, "Hey. We gave you the chance to sleep in." he defended himself. Kim glared at him, he shifted uncomfortably, "I'll go buy you some chips." he pointed to the vending machine, with pursed lips he headed to the machine.

Kim sighed, plopping herself down on the bench. "Nevermind chips! I want water!" she yelled over to Jack.

"When does Falaphel Phil's open?" a plump tanned boy whined, his braces sparkling under the light. "I'm hungry!" Eddie Jones was the little eater here, rubbing his stomach tenderly. Kim stared at him before shaking her head and rubbing her forehead.

"Eddie. If you're hungry, go get something from the vending machine!" Kim cried out in frustration, she was already irritated from her defeat. Milton simply studied her, the lights flickered catching everyone's attention as they stopped and stared curiously at the lights.

SLAM!

Kim snapped her head to Jack, his eyes narrowed, his hand slamming against the cool surface. "Damnit!" he cried out, Kim stood up, walking over to Jack in confusion. "Must have been a brief blackout, it stopped the water bottle from coming through entirely." Kim groaned, her hands fishing for another dollar.

"It wasn't a black out." a deep voice announced. Everyone turned to face the stranger, but it wasn't a stranger, Bobby stood, his jet black hair smoothed out, his plump hands resting on his stomach. Rudy burst from the office, wide-eyed.

"Bobby. What brings you here?" Rudy asked nervously.

Bobby opened his mouth before snapping it shut, "Cannot say. Unfortunately, I'm here to announce the closing of this Bobby Wasabi Dojo."

"WHAT?" they cried out.

"You must be mistaken." Rudy stumbled over his words, he prayed it was just an awful dream. He brought his hand over his other hand and repeatedly began pinching his slightly tanned skin.

Bobby frown, "I'm afraid not. This dojo, with the lack of trophies won is the least successful." Kim frowned, stepping forward.

"But we're getting there Bobby, can't you give us another year, two perhaps?" Kim asked.

Bobby shook his head, look of regret flashed across his face before returning to the serious face he entered with. "I'm sorry. But Bobby Wasabi is now close, you must leave." Kim felt like she had been slapped in the cheek, taking a step back she scoffed in disbelief.

"You can't be serious." Kim said shakily.

Bobby simply shook his head and gestured out the door. Sadly, and slowly the group exited the dojo. Turning around to watch as Bobby's ninjas whipped out a heavy chain, as the doors closed the ninjas wrapped the chain around the handles. Gripping and tugging to secure it before bring out a lock, clicking it in place they left without another word.

Kim turned to face Rudy, his face discouraged. He lifted his hand and removed the bandanna, "Great! Now what am I going to do?"

"You're a great Sensei Rudy. I'm sorry this happened."

"Not good enough to keep the place going." Rudy muttered.

"Don't worry. Us, Wasabi Warriors will stick together, just like you taught us."

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2 years later, Seaford High
11:30 am

The words echoed through Kim's mind, a heavy sigh escaped her lips. Her brown eyes boring at a picture of the Wasabi Warriors taken 3 years ago, no matter how strong the words may be, it was hard to keep the promise they made to Rudy. Currently they were all 16, but no longer the Wasabi Warriors.

Ever since the Bobby Wasabi Dojo closed down, the less time they spent together. Eventually as they slowly began drifting apart, they found new interests, new people to hang out with and Kim wasn't pleased. They stopped hanging out all together as they became more busy with their school activities.

Jerry had joined the school's dance team, they practice 2 hours after school. Usually the group is found dancing out in the front of the school before, during and after school.

Milton, eventually with the closing down of the dojo had more time to join plenty of clubs involving his brain. He too had his schedule built up, having meetings during lunch, lessons after school, Kim would sometimes walk by finding him scribbling down the answers on the black board.

Eddie was in a group where they would enter the school food contests. She didn't what exactly made him spend less time with them.

Rudy accompanied Phil with his business, she would spot him twice a week with her clique but never got a chance to speak to him as he was busy with making a new batch of falaphel balls. She would look over to the table the Wasabi Warrior's use to sit at, only to find random strangers sitting on it.

And Jack eventually got involved with different kind of sports, he was busy with before and after school practices. Whenever she tried to talk to him he was surrounded by a group of jocks and cheerleaders.

And her, she joined the journalists. Usually gripping a pack of notebooks, usually going out to different places and place down as much experience they had. When she wasn't doing that, she would be performing in plays.

They were all part of different cliques, Jerry with the dancers, Milton with the nerds, Eddie with the hungry, Jack with the jocks, and her with theatre and literature geeks.

Kim always felt like something was missing, currently huddled around with her clique, waiting for her to finish up, she glanced around. They were all talking about the same things, she missed the random sentences Jerry made, Eddie's complaints, Milton's genius of a sentence, and Jack's encouragement.

Most of all she missed karate. She hadn't done karate in 2 years, she felt compelled to rejoin the Black Dragons but she stayed faithful to the Wasabi Warriors, even if the Warriors were gone.

We swear by the light of the Dragon's eye, to be loyal, honest and never say die. WASABI!

A/N: I'm sorry if this was bad! My writing isn't the best and I'm trying to get in the vibe of Kickin It. Hopefully you guys enjoyed it and, basically in this chapter is showing the changes and what groups they belonged to.

I kept the secret of the closing of the dojo to myself. As I want someone to discovered it.

I might place in flashbacks at certain chapters. I don't quite know yet.

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