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Wasabi Warriors: I Fight For You

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Chapter Five: 2 Down 2 Left To Go

Kim stood there, her eyes widening. The sight before her seemed impossible. Milton and Jerry were chatting, immediately striking up their usual conversation that still wasn't complete without the rest. But a question seemed to pause the world's time, is Jerry sticking around for good? Kim gulped, she hadn't been in the presence of the Latino for years, it seemed impossible that her simple action managed to bring him back.

She mentally slapped herself. If only she had the confidence she possibly had now, the gang would have been together by now, she could never get things right. Yet, she didn't feel like herself, in her tacky journalist outfit. She didn't feel and know the old Kim Crawford, but inch by inch as the gang were slowly being pieced together, they were bringing answers back to her. She had to thank Jack somehow, he managed to be the one to give her enough confidence to cause the harsh stares given to them.

It seemed that the Wasabi Warriors were still inseparable. No matter how hard they tried, they managed to find each other. Kim stood, her hands grasping the strap of her book bag, she shifted uncomfortably. Right now, she felt that Jerry was threatening her with his presence, what happened to the tough girl that made Jerry squeal like a little girl? She was hoping to find the answers someday, maybe with the help of the gang.

"Gah!" Milton's frustrated cry broke her out from her thoughts. She snapped her head towards the two, her hand flew to her mouth and bit back a laugh. Milton's sweater was dripping with a dark shade of orange and Jerry holding a crushed soda can, Milton eyed Jerry sharply.

Jerry briefly glanced at the can before letting out a nervous laugh, "Dude! It wasn't me!" he reasoned.

"You're holding the evidence right in your hands!" Milton spluttered, his face flushed with anger. Jerry glanced at the can before hastily throwing it behind him, he ignored the cries of pain from the student accidentally hit. Kim prevented herself from rolling her eyes and let out a deep sigh, "That doesn't change anything, Jerry." Milton groaned. He reached inside Kim's locker and plucked a tissue from its box.

"Dude! I was framed!" Jerry squeaked. Milton shot him a disapproving look and began wiping the sweater, he let out another frustrated cry and stuffed the used paper in his pocket, "Why did babysit pillows?" Jerry asked in confusion, eyeing the white traces of tissues on the sweater.

"Gah! They were from the tissues!" Milton cried out in frustration, Kim could only watched in amusement. Inside, she was swelling with pride that she had managed to bring back the bickering from the both of them, "I have no clue how you continue through each grade." Milton grumbled as he plucked off bits of tissues from his sweater, "Great. Now Julie will assume I went to an all-girls pillow fight."

Jerry widened, his lower lip pouted. "Awwh! Man! You went to an all-girls pillow fight?" he whined, "Why didn't you invite me!?" he cried out.

Milton rolled his eyes, "First of all. I didn't go to an all-girls pillow fight. And second, we weren't hanging out anymore." he listed with a heavy sigh.

"Where's the third?" Jerry asked, he scratched his head and began looking around. "Is it in Kim's locker?" he dashed forward and Kim tumbled back in shock as he thrashed inside the locker, possible destroying her origination plan. Kim huffed as he continued, finally when it seemed hopeless for Jerry to catch on, she grasped his shirt and pulled him back roughly.

"There is no third, Jerry!" Kim cried out in frustration and turned to face her locker on again, "I forgot you were this clueless." she mumbled.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Back up mamacita. What's got you all fired up?" Jerry chuckled and smirked, "You missing Jack's arms?"

Kim clicked her tongue in annoyance before pursing her lips, "No. But you will!" then she pounced on him. Smacking every part her hands could grab a hold off, Jerry shrieked and shrunk lower to the ground as she hovered over him. He squealed and cried out in pain before Milton tried pulling them apart, finally he gave up and let out a whistle.

Kim froze in her act but snapped her head to Milton, slowly giving him the death glare. "Kimberly Anne Crawford! You know violence is never the answer!" Milton cried out in disappointment. Kim rolled her eyes and pulled away from a terrified Jerry, she crossed her arm and bit her lip. She hated what Jerry said, it was another reminder that she had lost him and the gang, she couldn't pretend that everything was the same even if they were here now.

She adjusted her coat and gave a huff, "Can't you at least lecture Jerry with saying the most rudest things!" she cried out in annoyance. Jerry quirked an eyebrow and shimmied closer to her, she back away slightly before rolling her brown eyes, "Your in my bubble." she pointed out and pushed him back gently. Still Jerry examined her with a thoughtful look, she jerked back at the expression.

"Something's off about her." he pointed out. She lowered his finger only receiving a shocked look, "What? No slapping? Whoa! Who tamed her?" he snickered and only shrieked as Kim raised her hand to a gesture to push him back, "Not the hair! Not the face! Not...not my everything!' Jerry squeaked for mercy. Kim only stared at him before briefly glancing over to her hand.

Had she really developed a soft spot? She froze and slowly lowered her hand and shrugged off his comment and her last thought, "Well. Since you're here. Milton tell him." she commanded softly. She mind went into a blur as Milton began to ramble on about their plans, she never realized how much she missed them, and herself. She frowned before scrunching her eyebrows, she needed to fight for her old self again, she needed to stop the thoughts of being hated by everyone by the change.

"Wait? Your going to kill people!" Jerry squeaked his eyes widening and looked between them furiously. Kim rolled her eyes and face palmed repeatedly, "Dude! I thought violence wasn't the answer!"

"Jerry! Breaking the cliques doesn't mean breaking bones!" Both Kim and Milton cried out in unison, Kim huffed. "We are going to break apart the cliques and bring back the old school where all the cliques were mixed together before they became cliques." Kim tried explaining as Jerry kept sending her curious looks, "And...WHAT?" Kim lost her temper, she was tried from the burning gaze, "Yes. I know. This isn't the Kim that threatened to shove raw meat in your pants and send wild dogs after you."

Milton smiled at her, "But I think she's making a comeback." he nudged her. Kim froze and stared in disbelief at him.

Kim erased her smile and turned back to Jerry with a stern look, "So. Are you in?"

Jerry let out a soft murmur before saying, "Bring back the gang and the dojo? Well I have been a bit rusty on my sharp moves," Jerry chuckled and cracked his knuckles which Kim shivered at, "So. I'm in." Kim and Milton shared a bright smile and nodded in satisfaction.

2 down. 2 left to go. Kim told cheerfully, she hoped those two would be more willingly like Jerry and Milton and she never thought they would come back so easily. She prayed that the gang would be reunited and brought back to their own ways, but yet she is afraid. She was afraid they would drift apart once again when they graduate or something strong might get in their way. She just wished that their bond would be stronger that they would let something get in their way, that they realized how important the gang is to others. If only it were that easy.

Kim popped her lips and glanced around, then she let out a groan as she remember her clique waiting for her at their usual gathering outside of Falaphel Phil's. She smacked her forehead, she earned the attention of Jerry and Milton, "Shoot. I gotta go, I have.." she trailed off as Jerry and Milton frowned, "A meeting with the..ummm..literature group. About the next school paper." she finished weakly.

She hated having to run off on them, especially since they haven't hung out in years. Milton only nodded and Jerry didn't respond which shocked Kim as Jerry always had a comeback, "Bye." she whispered. She had quickly grabbed her notebook that she hadn't wrote in days and snatched her pen, she waved a goodbye and bit her lip as she turned her back on them and made her way to the doors.

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Kim sat, her fingers twiddling with her pen. It smacked against her thick notebook as her group rambled on about the next school paper. She let out a quiet sigh and immediately she missed the random chatter with Jerry and Milton. She was shocked on how she managed to survive in this group without the gang, not that she'd given much thought to them. A hand smacked down on her anxious fingers and the tapping of the pen faded. Kim glanced up in confusion and her eyes were met with the cold and stern eyes of the leader.

She gulped and let out a weak, "Yes. Nicole?" Nicole was a serious worker, her auburn hair pulled back in a braid to prevent the strands from falling to her work in a distraction. Her cold blue eyes often silenced those how would question her's and the group's work on the school paper, her tanned skin would pale at the negative reviews.

"Anything to contribute, Crawford?" she snapped bitterly. Kim frowned at her attitude, she was an often warm girl with a bright smile whenever she was with her clique. Nicole continued without Kim's response and let out a bitter laugh, "Nothing? Shame. I was hoping to promote you as my assistant, but I'm guessing you have much better things to do. Perhaps, something with your old gang."

Kim flinched in shock, she gulped and blinked nervously. "I don't know what you're talking about." she whispered. She ignored the sharp and yet concerned looks on the other members of the clique.

"Please. We aren't blind. And surely, you wouldn't go unnoticed in group discussions." Nicole snapped bitterly and eyed her, "What are you planning, Crawford? Haven't you done anything on your essay?" Nicole breathed uneasy.

Kim fell silent before she licked her lips and answered, "I'm not planning anything, Nicole. I'm just bringing the old gang back for research on my topic, they can help bring the mystery to an end, and then I would stop wondering about the past years." Kim wasn't the best liar, but she praised herself. It was the best lie she had spoken, there wasn't a tremble in her voice.

Nicole studied her sharply, Kim remained still her brown eyes boring into hers. Nicole sighed and laid back against her chair in exhaustion, "What research?"

"Why the Bobby Wasabi Dojo closed." Kim whispered. Nicole's eyes narrowed before softening, Kim had spoken about her past, her gang and Nicole was there to listen to her. Kim wasn't planning to say anything to her, but Nicole had been outside her bedroom door when she was rambling about the misfortunes in the past. "You can't do anything to stop me from changing my topic. I'm sticking to it." Kim said.

Nicole fluttered her eyes closed before sighing, she nodded. "Okay." she then narrowed her eyes at Kim, "Hello? Don't you hear your research beckoning?" Nicole gestured to the darkened dojo before breaking into a warm smile, "You can do it, Kimberly." Kim flinched before sending her a warm smile. She grasped her book bag and dashed towards the dojo. She tightened the strap so it wouldn't fall.

She frowned as the chains still kept her apart from the dojo. She bit her lip before her eyes fell on the vent that Joan the security guard had fallen out off during their mission to save Tootsie.

She quickly found a sturdy platform to stand on, her fingers clutching the hollowed rough edges that will make do for climbing. Her fingers scratched the cool metal surface and hitched herself up. Her legs dangling as she continued pulling herself up, she let out a grunt and used her elbows for extra leverage. Her breathing turned heavy as she laid herself on the vent, immediately exhausted. She frowned, she wasn't as fit as she used to be.

She quickly pulled herself into a baby crawl and began navigating through the halls of the vent, her back aching from the tightness, her brown eyes darting to spy anything that seemed familiar to her. Her hands would often blindly look for a gap before turning the corner. Her eyes would spot the inside of different stores that she barely entered, but all she wanted to see what a darkened space that she would easily miss.

"Ouch!" Kim hissed. Her knees scratched against the jagged edges of a vent, she backtracked furiously, her fingers fiddling and twisting as she grinned. She let out a deep breath and jumped down from the now open space, her knees weakened at the impact and her skin was met with a cold sensation. She fell forward, rolling and immediately she felt the dust.

She laid there, groaning at the impact before clambering to her feet. She stumbled slightly, her eyes searching desperately for a a light switch, her hand touching everything. She stumbled alongside the walls and began aimlessly wandering the flat surface, her heart leaped as she felt the light switch and eagerly flicked it upward, her eyes were met with one flickering light above the dirtied mats that were shades too light.

It had worn out. Everything looked the same, but they were much to old for Kim to be relived of. She choked back a sob at how abandoned the dojo looked after all those years, it was the same dojo that held many memories of the past years. The trophies were left, cobwebs enclosing the only gap; the top, it had rusted and pieces had been chipped.

The windows were covered with dust, cobwebs where stuck on the edges. Everything looked out of a movie, a person relieving the places of their past and suddenly they feel old. She shivered at how cold the dojo had gotten after years of becoming caged, she walked upon the mats and imagined herself in the past and sparring with Jack. She smiled at how brutal and stronger she was back then.

Then she turned, her eyes fixed on the door of Rudy's office. She slowly and steadily walked towards the door, her hand resting against the doorknob and jiggled it. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as the door squeaked open, the door banged against the wall loudly, enough to startle her. Then she stepped inside, she flickered the lights on and headed straight towards the desk of Rudy's.

The top of the desk was empty except for the old computer and the monitor, she should ask Milton to come back with her to reboot the old junk. Her hands pulled open drawers, finding nothing but papers and broken pencils. Then her hands grasped an envelope, opened yet marked with the Black Dragon's symbol. She had some more investigating to do, surely they had something to do with it and with a Sensei quite dumb, she was sure she would get some information out of him.

Her body was covered with goosebumps. She hated being alone in a place she could barely recognize. She darted towards to the vent and hoped there was something to help her climb back up. She silently groaned as the vent stayed clear from her, she sighed and rested against the wall. Suddenly, it felt like a mistake coming to the dojo.

Then her eyes caught on a chubby and tanned boy that she could recognize anywhere. She darted towards the window, she scrunched her eyebrows in disgust as she scrubbed away the dust to reveal her face, trapped against the opposite window. She knocked harshly on the window, determined to catch Eddie's attention.

It took her a few more knocks before she managed to remove his attention from his starving clique towards her. He blinked in shock at the sight of her before dismissing his clique, he steadily walked towards the window and blinked cautiously feeling as if everything happening was a dream. She sighed and knocked once again before gesturing sharply to come closer to her.

"I'm stuck!" she cried out in desperation. He narrowed his eyes and tried catching her words, he gestured something close to a, 'I don't know what the heck you're talking about'. Kim huffed before gagging at the thought scrubbing more dust away.

She drew her needed words on the dust covered window, she bit her lips as she tried her hardest to draw it from his direction. He scrunched his eyebrows as he started reading, "I'm stuck! Eddie, please get help from Milton and Jerry and help me get the heck out of here!' he popped his lips and finished the last of his hot dog and nodded before taking off in the direction of the school. Hopefully, where Milton and Jerry would be stuck doing their extra-activities.

Kim sighed in relief before resting her back against the wall of the window. If Eddie agrees to them reuniting and bringing the dojo back up it would then be.

3 down. 1 left to go. Jack was left to bring back and possibly Eddie.

A/N: I hope y'all enjoy this chapter. I kind of liked how Eddie appears. Probably the next chapter shows Eddie getting Milton and Jerry and well, let's see from there. Are y'all hoping for Jack to appear, what are y'all thinking about Jack's appearance and attitude about seeing them and the plan?

This is probably going to be updated next week or during the weekend. I'm not sure, mainly because I'm hit with a cold and I'm tired. Hopefully I get better soon so I can get the next chapter up.

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