A/N: Hey! It's Bethany. I've decided to continue this story mainly because I want to get a hang of writing a Kick story. So, I know my writing isn't the best and you guys put up with it but thank you for even taking the time and reading this! You guys gave me faith and gave me the courage to create an account on the Kickin It Wikia.

Sorry for the grammar/spelling mistakes, not everyone is perfect.

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Chapter Two: Broken Boards

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Seaford High

Kim P.O.V

Kim currently sat just outside of Falaphel Phil's restaurant, she was dressed in a white skirt with a polka-dotted knit sweater that hanged off from the edge of her shoulder, revealing the baby pink straps of her tank top. Her legs were covered by her pair of white knee-high socks and a pair of brown boots. On her head was a light blue beanie that fell with her loose curls.

She had completely revisited her wardrobe, she sadly had taken away her usually pair of sweats and crop-tops and hoodies and replaced them with a more comfy and warm look that her group has.

It seemed that every clique had a new dress code, and they weren't allowed to wear something that belonged to another group. Kim found it ridiculous at how the school turned out to be, but she didn't want to become the girl that had moved from the verbal bullying just because she had worn the wrong type of clothing.

The cheerleaders and jocks seemed to be the first-class in the kingdom, while others such as dancers and other athletes were second in place. The rest were in the bottom, Kim Crawford the former cheerleader had fell from the top to the bottom, but she couldn't care less. She just wanted her friends back, glancing around her now, nobody seemed to know the true her.

The true her that has been locked up for 2 years, unnoticed and silent. She was tired of being unheard, but now she was afraid to stand up, she knew that none of her friends would stand up for her or with her, unlike the Wasabi Warriors.

Kim looked up from her elegant writing, her brown eyes resting on the Bobby Wasabi Dojo. The inside was dark, the design printed on the large window screen was slowly fading away, the chains on the door handles had gotten rusty and the lettering of the dojo was crooked.

It looked so abandoned, it felt like her ghost, the ghost of the once brave, feisty girl was locked up with it. Kim gulped nervously, before glaring back into her paper, she bit her lip her fingers rubbing against the wooden surface of her pencil.

Once again she looked up, anger boiled as she found that Bobby Wasabi was the only building that had closed down. Everything seemed so bright, except for the lingering broken down dojo that haunted her for the past years.

None of her friends knew she had done karate. She was afraid to do it again, to break the laws that the kings and queens of the school made up. She scoffed, the lead of her pencil pressing harder on her paper, bits of lead snapped and immediately she loosened her grip.

Kim placed down her notebook, she grabbed the camera that sat next to her and timidly walked over to the dojo. Her head snapping from side to side as if nearing the dojo was a crime. Her friends were to occupied with their new masterpiece to even notice that her presence was gone.

Her grip on the camera tightened as she knew the differences between her literature friends and her karate friends. She wrapped the strap around her neck, her grip loosened as her fingertips planted themselves on the window. Her eyes peered through the darkened room, it was dim, she could hardly remember how the dojo once looked like.

She rubbed her hand against the window as if fog was covering up the view. Eventually she gave up, she longed to visit her home, even it was filled with dust, cobwebs and rodents.

The sudden burst of laughter caught her attention. Kim spotted the dancers, strutting their way through the streets of Seaford. Instantly she grabbing a fallen newspaper and covered her face, she peered through the edge her eyes spotting the dark haired Latino. His usual smirk, the smirk that once teased her, and annoyed her.

She sighed as he didn't take one glance to the dojo, as if it wasn't even there. Was she the only once that was dwelling on the past?

Her eyes caught the headline of the newspaper: "Black Dragons Astounding Win". She briefly wondered why the newspaper was still here when it could have been picked up and tossed away. She shivered, it was like something was pulling her back to the Bobby Wasabi dojo.

Her eyes switched to the Black Dragons dojo.

"Aiiiehaa!" Kim cried out as her fist collided with the wooden board, it gave a shriek before clattering to the ground in two halves. Jack stood next to her examining her moves with surprise.

"I guess you do know something about karate." Jack said with an astounded tone. As Sensei Ty of the Black Dragons rounded the corner, his hands clasped behind his back as he evaluated the skills of his students.

"This place gave me a black belt," Kim told him with a narrowed look, "everything at the Black Dragons is the best of the best." Sensei Ty, his eyes with a widened look as he stood next to a student suddenly spoke up.

"I heard if Bobby Wasabi doesn't win two belt at the tournament this week," Sensei Ty turned to his student known as Frank, "their doors will finally close." He turned back to Jack as he lifted his hand that was about to break the boards before Sensei Ty spoke up, "Ah. Jack. I've heard so much about you. I want you to know that if you join this dojo, you'll become like a cobra, fast, dangerous, and quite comfortably sleeping in a basket."

Kim gave a sigh before receiving Jack's attention, "What Sensei is trying to say, if you train here..we'll make you a champion!"Kim urged.

"Check out this bow staff," Ty turned, retrieving the staff from a displeased Frank, "the perfectly balanced graphite. That same one that the astronauts use," Jack gave a confused look, Ty recoiled, "...for when you know...they need a bow staff..in..space."

As Jack began whipping the bow staff around, Kim watched intrigued by his fluid movements. Ty stumbled back slightly with a shaky laugh, "Yes. That's very nice, excellent-Whoa! You almost took my head off!" Ty exclaimed as Kim merely shook her head at him.

Kim strolled forward with a hopeful look, "So...what do you say Jack? Will you join the Black Dragons?" Jack examined the scene with a disappointed look and gave a shrug.

"I'd like to...but I can't."

"Jack, come on! Bobby Wasabi's a joke!" Kim exclaimed in frustration.

Jack withdrew from her, "Come on it's not a joke to me!" he cried out before sighing, "I gave my word," he raised his hands, pressing his palm against a formed fist, "It's the Wasabi Code."

Kim shivered, her eyes lingering on the exact dojo that made her regret her words about Bobby Wasabi. It's the Wasabi Code, why wasn't Jack saying that now?

Dressed in her Black Dragons uniform she strolled forward, facing Jack in his Bobby Wasabi one. She gave a smirk as she bent, "I was hoping to be on the same team Jack. But now," she gave a huff, "I'm going to have to take you down!"

Jack gave a narrowed, teasing look, "I'm beginning to think you have a crush on me."

As she raised back up she gave a pursed look, "Eww! No." she stated.

He walked back with a smirk, "Yeah..I think you do!"

Jack took slow steps back still with a grin before falling to the ground in pain. Kim watched horrified as his face contorted with pain. There was a breeze as the rest of the dojo sprung from their seats and rushed over, Kim could only bit her lip as she watched their already strong friendship.

...

The moment she slammed her black belt on the ground she strolled forward to Jack, suddenly a burden was lifted from her shoulders. "So. Are you going to be able to do this?" Jack turned still clutching his leg.

"I don't know."

"Your whole dojo is counting on you!" she urged.

Jack suddenly brightened, "If I do it. Are you going to admit you have a crush on me?"

"I do not have a crush on you!" Kim cried out in frustration, Jack raised his hands in surrender. She sighed turning around with an annoyed look, resting on the dojo.

"Mmmhmmm." they chorused.

Kim gave a jerk on her left arm, threatening them. They flinched before she joined them on the benches.

Kim exhaled sharply as a biker breezed by, disrupting her flashbacks. Everything seemed to disappear the moment she had hit reality, with a sharp intake of breath she walked back, dropping the newspaper and retrieving her notebook.

Seaford High

The literature meeting wasn't long but it wasn't short, but Kim didn't even bother to listen. She drummed against her pad and waited till she was dismissed. It wasn't long before she was.

Leaving her books in her locker, she grabbed an apple simply gazing at it before smiling. She entered the cafeteria, bouncing the apple from left to right continuously.

The apple rolled from her fingers and tumbled to the ground, the figure whirled around, their instincts kicking in. Kim gasped and dove away from their sight before she was seen.

A certain brown haired guy, had jerked his feet making the apple bounce back up. Jack catch the apple with a grin, his eyes turning to see who was the owner of the apple.

Kim entered the cafeteria playfully rotating the apple between her hands. Her hands clashed together by accident and the apple rolled from the tip of her fingers and made its way to the ground.

Jack had whirled around, his feet bouncing the apple back up before catching it with a smirk. Kim's jaw slacked before she jammed her teeth together with a smile, "Okay. That was almost cool. I'm Kim." Kim introduced herself with a smile.

"I'm Jack. I'm new."

Kim nodded her lips pursed, "Yeah. I can tell you still have the new guy smell." Jack laughed slightly, there was a brief comfortable silence before Kim spoke up with a hint of laughter.

"Umm...can I have my apple back?"

Jack looked at his hand before jerking into action and handing it back to her, "Well. Maybe I'll see you around Kim." Kim bit her lip as she was turned.

"Maybe you will."

The scene both flashed through the same blonde girl and the same brown haired boy's mind. Jack tossed the apple into the air before catching it again, he chuckled and shook his head and placing the apple back on an empty table then walked away.

Kim stood up from the figure she hide behind and brushed off her clothing with a gulp. The apple teetered before dangerously tilting to one side, Kim acted immediately. She catch the apple and bounced it back up with a smile and caught it.

"Let get to work alright?" Jack said, the apple rolled from his hands and tumbled to the ground before Kim's shoes appeared and bounced the apple back up. She smirked and mimicked his actions before. "Kim?" he asked in disbelief at the sight of the blonde girl.

"What are you doing here?" Jack asked.

"I quit the Black Dragons." Kim told him, "You guys were alright in the tournament but the way I see it, you need all the help you can get." Kim handed the apple back.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Jerry strutted forward, "You can't walk in here and assume you're going to be a part of the dojo," he crossed his arms and gave her a challenging look, "You have to pass the test."

Kim, unimpressed, just shrugged, "Okay." she made her way over to the dummies. Her arm hit the first dummy, kicking the other before her elbow brought down the last one.

"What do you think guys?" Jerry asked.

"She's in."

"Got my vote."

"A+"

Then the friendship began.

Seaford High

BRING!

Kim panicked, she shut her locker door with her books tight in her grip. She dashed forward, her head cautiously looking around for patrolling teachers. When she rounded the corner, she almost slide as she spotted a certain red haired, scrawny boy with his usual sweater vest.

Milton Krupnick trembled slightly as right in front of him was the bully that had scared the living daylights out of him from his very first day of school. "I don't have my lunch money!" Milton attempted to snap out. Kim gritted her teeth and longed to jump in, but she knew it was too much for Milton to handle.

The built guy, with broad shoulder tilted his head slowly with a smirk spreading across his face. "Well it looks like you're going to have to pay." he snarled, he grabbed the nearest thing he could find. He snatched Milton's wavering project, Milton gave a squeal and covered his eyes as he ripped apart his project, only grasping the wooden base.

"Say night, night." the guy laughed. Kim couldn't bare to look when Milton suddenly brightened, he straightened up.

Milton was rambling on about being born as a baby bird with a fallen look on his face.

"Do it Krupnick!" Jack cried out encouragingly.

"Aiiiehhha!" Milton cried out, raising his hand and smashing the board apart. The guy could only stare at the board in shock before staring curiously at the scrawny kid. He raised a threatening yet trembling finger at him before retreating.

"I'll get you."

Kim rested against the wall with a sigh, a content smile plastered on her face. Maybe Milton didn't fully forget about them, especially karate. She just hoped that the rest hadn't, she longed to walk out with the usual Kim smile but didn't dare to. She peeked out as Milton stared at his hand in shock before he smiled happily.

"Thank you, Jack." he whispered, it was quiet but it managed to reach Kim's ears. Kim bit her lip to prevent herself from bursting into laughter. Milton bent, his arms hurriedly grabbing his fallen books and dashed off, leaving the broken boards scattered on the ground.

Kim walked forward, her eyes glued on the boards that Milton broke.

Maybe there was hope. Hope for the Wasabi Warriors.

As Kim rounded off the left of the corner, Jerry entered the same hallway Milton and Kim once were his eyes lingering on the broken boards before breaking out into a usual Jerry smile. He strutted off the right of the corner, where Milton disappeared to.

Eddie rounded, and entered the corner where Jerry had left from, his eyes lingering on the broken boards. He gave a grateful munch on the falaphel ball and walked off the right corner from where Jerry entered from.

Jack rounded from the corner where Kim once hid from, he halted, his eyes frozen on the broken boards before chuckling, shaking his head and exiting the hallway where Kim had exited from.

Even the simplest thing seemed to bring the Wasabi Warriors back, but not fully, but its them. Even if they missed each other just a few minutes.

A/N Here's what happened the end, Milton exited from the right where Jerry exits to, where Eddie comes from. Jack comes from where Kim entered from and exit where Kim left to. And no, they didn't see each other.

Sorry if that was confusing.

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