A/N: Well. Kind of shocked by the such positive reviews! Thank you all for reviewing, it really means a lot to people like my story. Yes. Kim is the main character who is currently battling with her personality, and all the chaos that makes the story well a story. I really don't have this story plotted out but I like the way it's turning out. Where you guys shocked by Jack's sudden appearance? I know I was.

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Sorry for the spelling/grammar mistakes. My writing isn't the best.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It, except for the plot.

Wasabi Warriors

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Chapter Four: Things Change Or Not

It was a few days later after the incident with the school's heart throb. Kim sat in one of the circular blue tables, her fingers grasping the plastic fork, gently poking the mystery meat. Her eyes were narrowed in disgust but her mind was occupied by the certain brown haired jock, she couldn't seem to shake off their sudden meeting. It ignited a spark of the old Kim, it was sign to bring back the past, to bring back everything she had once lost.

Her research wasn't going so well. Her mind was unfocused, her notebook currently missing the cursive writing of hers, she hadn't written a single thing after. Her hands weren't the same, they didn't dance with the paper, they ached from staying in the crunch position. Her passion for writing had fallen greatly, her friends were staring at her weirdly for not having any words written down. They were worried that she might be going in depression, she had mentally laughed it off.

Sure they were great a writing. But other than that, they would need a lot of research to find out what was wrong with her. Kim wouldn't be surprised if they held a discussion revolving around her, whether they should kick her out or secretly spy on her. If they truly knew her, they wouldn't need research, they would just know. Unlike the Wasabi Warriors, the literature clique wasn't as fond of each other, they were secretly competing with each other. To see whose paper was getting publish, usually Kim would have fought too, but this time, she found it ridiculous.

There were conversations surrounding her from her usually clique. But she was tired of talking about what's next in the paper. She missed the random and fun conversations with the Wasabi Warriors, she missed Milton's knowledge, Eddie's complaints for food, Jerry's random sentences, and Jack's encouragement. Looking around her now, she sighed deeply. They all looked like clones, she was stuck in a universe where people were the same, caged in the same clique.

And she wanted to break free.

She dropped the fork and turned her body, her eyes scanning the cafeteria. Too organized. Her eyes fell on the brown haired guy that kept her mind occupied, he didn't glance her way, no hesitation to do so and no acknowledgement of her burning gaze. She grasped her chair in frustration, he was laughing happily, almost as if their meeting never happened.

Then she was uncertain, uncertain if it ever happened.

She pushed back her chair, her fingers gathered up her golden locks and braided to one side. Her beanie buried deep in her book bag, she received many stares at the sudden removal but she easily shrugged it off. It was just a simple article of clothing discarded, nothing more. Her thoughts were disrupted the moment the cafeteria doors burst open, there was a sweater vested kid, his eyes bugged out in alarm, his dark hair tousled and his clothes wrinkled.

She was confused. Then her answer came, there was a heavy pound on the flooring. A group of Black Dragons had marched in, a smirk plastered on their faces as they exchanged looks of triumph. Hand-fives and nudges were exchanged as the kid trembled at the sight of them, his knees wobbling as they neared the frightened boy. Kim shifted uncomfortably, the cafeteria had gone quiet, head staring at the direction of the sudden commotion.

"You should have taken the easy way out, Martin." a familiar head of dark curls emerged from the bodies of the Black Dragons. Frank. His annoying grin grew, his knuckles cracked and that only frightened Martin out. Kim gulped, her eyes darting back and forth nervously between the two. Before her eyes rested on Jack, his brown eyes staring intently on the scene. Her eyes narrowed, challenging him to defend the poor kid, though their gazes never locked, she knew that his instincts were fighting him.

"Come on Frank. I need the money, can't we just have a fair-" Martin was cut off as Frank clenched his fist, smacking it threatening to his flat palm.

"And I need lunch." Frank snickered, the gang followed.

Kim bit her lip, her fingers scratching the chair nervously. "Why can't you get your own money?" Martin complained, though he tried sticking up for himself. Kim squeezed her eyes closed as she fought with her conscience. Don't be afraid. Since when was Kim Crawford afraid?

"That's it." Frank growled.

Kim rose from her chair, yet she clung on it for support. Kim Crawford was never afraid. "That's enough Frank." she called out, she was nervous. Yet her voice rang out crystal clear, she avoided the sharp looks shot by her clique, yet they were afraid to calm her down. She shakily took a step forward, Martin frozen in shock by her sudden actions. Everyone was staring at her intently, some impressed, some annoyed.

Frank stared briefly at her in confusion before he shifted and resumed his cold look. "What are you going do about it, Crawford?" her mind missed the itching on her palms.

She rose her chin, a smile graced her features. She stood there confidently, "No. What are you doing to do about it Frank?" she tested him, her eyebrows quirked in surprise by her confidence. "Certainly you aren't going to hit me right? A defenseless girl." she wanted to slap herself, the new Kim was trying to take over again.

She wasn't a damsel in distress, yet a part of her told her, no.

Frank shifted uneasily. Kim took the chance to look at Jack, his face emotionless after her action, guilt plastered on his face. His eyes stared blankly at the ground, "Since no one bothers to take part in this abuse. I just, I would just have to. But I know, that there were people here in this room that used to or wanted to or would." She saw his head jerk but his eyes remained on the floor.

"Please. All you want is attention, Crawford." Frank snickered, chuckles erupted from the room. Her eyes caught Milton running in, possibly to try and help Martin. But he had stopped at the sight that laid before him, he stared at Kim questioningly but she brushed off the burning gaze and turned back to Frank.

"I never want attention, Frank," she said, "There's always a part of me. Save the defenseless, kid. Who knows, this guy might break a board to save himself for a bully. " she rose her voice at the sentence, she saw Milton jerk in surprise. Kim stepped forward, her eyes staring furiously at Frank. "Don't underestimate people so much." she whispered before a grin graced her features.

She turned sharply, the confidence draining from her body. She gulped at her actions, no, no, she wasn't regretting this now...was she? She clutched the chair once again for support, before lowering herself down. Frank stared briefly at her before, glowering at the kid. "Don't look so confident. I will get you." Frank rushed his shaky words and stormed out of the room, not before bumping Milton purposely at the frame of the door.

Milton let out a groan. Kim sighed in relief as conversations erupted from the room once again. She caught nasty looks from the cheerleader but only turned, biting her lip. She hung her head, golden locks forming a curtain. She suddenly felt sick. What was she planning at? She shot up from her chair, ignoring the calls from her clique and made her way outside the cafeteria. She ignored the eyes of Milton and focused on getting to the girls washroom in time.

In a rush, she hadn't noticed that a certain red head had followed her out. Another pair of brown eyes, sitting at the jock's table stared at the retreating bodies of Milton and Kim.

"I never thought that the tough Kim Crawford would finally make a stand after all these years." Milton's voice made her freeze in shock. Her golden locks swaying at the sudden action. Kim didn't dare to turn, nor make a sound towards him. "What happened?"

Her body betrayed her, "What?"

"Why did you help Martin?" he asked, accusation in his tone. Kim sighed heavily, she turned her head still bowed.

She merely shrugged, "It was the right thing to do?" she replied lamely. She never thought she would feel frightened of Milton. Milton only stared at her, unimpressed by her actions, her.

"So, after seeing all the-" Milton began.

"Oh would you shut it!" Kim cried out in frustration, there was shock that made Milton freeze. "At least I helped! Besides, Martin didn't know karate like you, Milton! I helped you plenty of times, why question me now?" Kim huffed in annoyance. Milton stared curiously but took a step back at her outburst. "Yes. I saw you break that board, I heard you saw your thanks to Jack! Why can't you just thank me and move on?"

"Wait. You saw me and didn't do anything!" Milton cried out accusingly.

Kim rolled her eyes and nodded. "Why didn't you jump in and beat that guy up!" Milton cried out in frustration, "Gah! I had to restart my project because of it!" Milton muttered, crossing his arms.

Kim bit back a laugh then she pursed her lips and shrugged. "Things change, Milton. Like us." she stated weakly, her eyes darted to the ground, "I can't protect...physically, anymore." she pursed her lips and gave him a weak smile, "But you can."

Milton fell quiet, her words running in his head. He shifted as he process the words, Kim turned to face the direction of the girls washroom. Hesitant, this could be a sign to change the way things have been. Kim took a step back and turned once again, determination fierce in her eyes. She studied Milton, he had grown taller, there was a shade underneath his chin, but he still had the scrawny and lanky figure.

"Tell me, Milton." Kim told him, "What's the most important thing you've lost?"

Milton jerked out of his thoughts, he broke out into a grin. "The gang, the Wasabi Warriors." Kim broke out into a smile. "Rudy." Silence passed them, they stood, relinquishing the good memories that didn't exist now. The same thought wandered towards them, "Why exactly did the gang break up?"

That question stumped Kim for a moment, she crossed her arm and bit her lip. "I don't know. But like I said..." she trailed off as Milton greeted Martin and immediately struck a mathematical conversation, she sighed heavily and uncrossed her arms. Her limp arms hitting her sides as she finished her sentence, "Things change."

With that Kim had turned and walked away. Milton snapped his head at her retreating direction, he sighed. "No! No! You calculated this all wrong, Martin! I thought I taught you better!" Milton huffed and grabbed the eraser in Martin's grasp, "Why in the world did you divide instead of multiply! Gah! This is all wrong!"

Then they were stuck in a heated argument.

Kim was tired. She was tired of hoping and having all the hope come crashing down, it made her weaker yet she was determined not to give up. She wasn't going to let the Wasabi Warriors fade away, not completely. Yes, she made a huge change in the cafeteria but that was still a small step to taking back what she lost.

Her hands dried, she tossed the paper towel in the garbage. She examined her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't imagine the fact she could stand having so many layers on her. She shifted and adjusted her clothing, the beanie in her book bag weighed a thousand pounds. She bit her lip and redid her side braid, she cocked her head to the side before sighing.

She couldn't recognize herself. Not without the gang.

She was stuck, she didn't know what step to take. To bring back the fallen dojo, she was completely frustrated. She can't do this alone, she can't believe that the gang would come back to her, she would have to come back to them. She gritted her teeth and wrenched open the door, her head snapping to both directions, she heading to the direction she came from and turned the corner.

She grinned at the sight of Milton scanning a paper. She jogged up to him, yes, she was talking to him, but nothing seemed the same. The warm sensation that huddled over the Wasabi Warriors were gone and left cold, untouched tension. Everything had darkened on them, nothing was the same, not without knowing that the rest of the gang were spread all over the local town.

"Milton!" she gasped, her fingers grasping her book bag. He snapped his head in annoyance, "Don't give me that look." she warned him. He gave a squeak and nodded, "You said you missed the gang right?"

"Well, technically. You-" Milton began to correct her, Kim sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. Yeah. I know, I asked you." Kim hurried, Milton jerked in surprise but Kim didn't notice. "Look. I know this sounds crazy, but we can bring back the dojo!" Kim exclaimed. Milton opened his mouth to interrupt, "But not without the others." There was a hint of confusion plastered on Milton's face.

"Jerry, Eddie, Jack?" Milton asked.

Kim nodded and smiled, "And Rudy."

Milton shifted, his eyebrows narrowed as he complemented over her words. Kim sighed heavily before cocking an eyebrow, challenging at her him. Milton pursed his lips before nodding, "I'm in."

Kim grinned in triumph. "Great! What should we do?"

"I ought to think we need to paid Rudy a visit." Milton told her. Kim broke out into a smile and nodded rapidly.

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It felt weird for Kim to be walking inside Falaphel Phil's with Milton. It was ages ago since they had walked up to a counter and order their usual meal before tackling the booth they usually slide in with the rest of the gang but this time, it was Milton and Kim. A strange silence overcame them, nerves wracking in them as Rudy's presence would join them.

Milton had politely asked Phil to have a visit to their warm former Sensei. Kim had managed to loose her warm self and lost her temper at Phil.

Kim's eyes met with familiar shade of grey, Rudy had approached them. Bags were visible under his eyes, his hair tousled under the mess happening behind the red doors. Kim had gasped in shock at the appearance of Rudy, Rudy a once bright and childish guy had fallen into a tired and aching man. Milton had spun around, his eyes had too widened at the sight of their worn out former Sensei. Suddenly, all hopes for the dojo had vanished.

"Holy Christmas nuts!" Milton exclaimed.

"Rudy! What happened to you?" Kim exclaimed in horror, Rudy groaned as he slide in next to Milton. Annoyance visible as Milton continued gaping at him.

"Yes! I'm old! Get over it!" Rudy snapped. Kim shut her mouth, later accompanied by Milton. Rudy groaned and rested his back against the couch, "What did you kids need me for?" Kim blinked before fiddling with her thumbs as Rudy studied her carefully.

The drooping eyelids snapped open in alarm, "Whoa! What happened to you two?" he exclaimed in shock, gesturing wildly to both Kim's and Milton's appearance, "Did something take over you guys? I mean, well you know what I mean!" he snapped as frustration had taken over him. Milton and Kim exchanged wary expressions before sighing.

"It's what we wanted to talk to you about." Milton stated, "You see. After the dojo closed, the gang kind of...drifted apart."

"You guys, WHAT!" Rudy shrieked. Kim glared at him before grabbing the newly served falaphel ball and chucked it at him, "Alright. Alright. I shut a cork in my mouth." Kim stifled back a giggle as she stuffed another ball in her mouth. She swallowed loudly before grabbing her drink.

"The thing is, Rudy. We aren't the same." Kim told him.

"Yeah. You should have seen Kim, so quiet, gentle and kind." Milton snorted, he flinched as a falaphel ball smacked him on the cheek. He dropped his smile and grabbed a napkin, wiping the grease off.

"Really?" Rudy asked in shock, he examined her. "She's looks the same."

"That's because she finally stood up to Frank after all these years." Milton stated, "Stop it with the balls!" he exclaimed in frustration, "It's placing grease on my newly ironed sweater." he whined.

"Please. You act like it's the first time." Kim scoffed. Then she realized, did the old Kim finally return? The hope had vanished once again as Milton added.

"But I'm sure she'll return back to the other Kim tomorrow."

"So. What happened to the rest?" Rudy asked intrigued, his eyebrows narrowed worriedly. Kim sighed as Milton continued, she hated knowing that everything had changed between the gang, she hated knowing that what they have around the table wasn't going to last very long.

"Jerry is too busy strutting down the catwalk, Eddie's stuffing himself in greasy, overcooked, unhealthy-" Milton began to rambled before Kim rolled her eyes and cut him off.

"The thing is. We're all in cliques." Kim finished, sending a glare at Milton. He squirmed under her glare.

"What about Jack?" Kim stiffened at the mention of the brown haired guy that kept her mind occupied.

"He's...he's joined the jocks. Busy with sports and all..." Kim trailed off, her eyes resting on the unattractive food. "We kind of lost touch after the closing."

"Really? I would've thought you two would hook up." Rudy stated then shrugged, "Eh. It's bound to happen sometime." Kim didn't make a comment, her mind suddenly in a trance at Rudy's words. Why was she suddenly bothered with his words? Maybe it was the thought of knowing that Jack and her didn't have the same connection they once had.

Milton poked at his food before dropping the utensil and shifting in his seat, "Do you think we can bring the dojo back up again?"

Rudy snapped his head up, he pursed his lips before shrugging. "I really don't know Milton. It was Bobby's decision to close the dojo, I don't think anyone can change his mind in opening it again. Don't get me wrong! I would love to be your Sensei again, but it's just not possible."

"No." Kim whispered in agreement, "Not with just you, me and Milton. The entire gang, we can do it. We were the Wasabi Warriors."

Milton beamed at Kim's words. Rudy pursed his lips before nodding, "If you two can round up the gang, I'll try and figure out how exactly we can bring the dojo back. I hate working in this garbage bag." Rudy commented, he shivered before eyeing the clock, "Dang. Break's over. You two better head off." Both of them nodded, crumpling up their used napkins and tossing them in the surprisingly empty baskets.

"We won't let you down, Rudy." Kim promised, she blinked as she bit her lip. Rudy offered her a warm smile, "Not again."

"I know."

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For the past few days. Milton and Kim had met up, avoiding their meetings, discussions. They were given strange looks the moment they walked in together at school, only they were oblivious to the looks, they weren't obvious to the thought they were ignited a spark that can start an end to the cliques. Many had looked up to Kim at her brave and bold actions and at Milton for taking chances and agreeing with Kim. Many were disgusted by the two, for trying to destroy all the work and bonding they built up.

Kim only knew that those who were disgusted had ruined the Wasabi Warrior's bond. She intended to show them that the Wasabi Warriors are inseparable, though she doubted it, she had hope for them. Now that Milton was helping her, the dreams of returning to karate didn't seem so far.

It was that time during lunch, people knew that changes were happening. Once Kim entered the cafeteria, she had spotted Milton's eye. They immediately nodded and headed to a currently empty table and began to discuss once again their plan. Many stared, many whispered but they couldn't care less, all they wanted was the bring the old familiar feeling of pride and happiness and friendship, and that was the Wasabi Warriors.

The cliques that Milton and Kim belonged to had began exchanging worried glances of loosing one of their members, hatred grew between the two but Milton and Kim were oblivious to everything surrounding them.

Currently, Milton rested against Kim's locker. His backpack tightly in his grasp, he went over their plan that Kim wasn't tired of hearing but once in a while had cut him off when he got lost track and headed towards to advance vocabulary.

"Do you think this whole plan will work?" Kim asked quietly. Milton was right, the quiet and struggling Kim was back and the old Kim retreated deep inside. "I mean. Come on, look at how strong the cliques are, how are we able to get pass through that?"

"Brains over bronze, Kimberly." Milton told her, there was an itch to her hand that that mind didn't register. Milton turned to her in shock, Kim took a double back at his accusation.

"What?"

"Why didn't you slap me?" Milton asked slowly. "Surely, your mind must have registered the fact that I called you, Kimberly." Kim only looked at him in confusion, "Kim. That's when you go crazy, women!" Kim frowned as the thought dawned on her, she turned with her lips pursed.

"I thought I told you. I'm not the same Kim as I was a few years ago, Milton." she stated quietly. Silence hung over them before it vanished.

"What do you think the people think of this whole, hanging out with different people?" Milton asked.

"Woo! Yo!" a familiar Latino voice caused them to freeze in shock. Jerry swooped in, his dark hair flipped up. He wrapped an arm around Milton and let out a chuckle, "Man! You and Kim, here are causing a riot!" Kim turned to Jerry in shock, her eyes lingering on the arm around Milton. Milton slapped his arm off his shoulders and began rambling on about his sweaters gaining too much bacteria the past few days.

Kim felt her mouth pull into a smile. Was the gang finally being pulled together?

A/N: Let's hope. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I will place in conflicts, right now I'm starting the tension between cliques. Who do you hope to be the next one to enter the gang? Do you think Jerry will join their plan? Did you like this chapter?

I tried to make it longer but my fingers are getting tired.

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-Bethany