A/N: Well. I'm sorry I haven't updated, mainly because I had no clue what the next chapter would be about. Plus, something held up my updating nothing sad or anything I just had an eye strain and I kind of rested it for a while and it's better. Anyway I've tried one day to sit down and write up a chapter but my eye was bothering me and everything so sorry about that. Also I had another story to update, so basically my hands were full with everything and I'll admit I had the feeling to update this story but I was just simply tired and lazy so I didn't. Sorry!

Anyway. With the oncoming reviews. I really felt inspired to write up a new chapter even if I have no clue what will happen myself. I hope y'all had a Merry Christmas and I will see y'all once again on New Years 2013!

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Wasabi Warriors: I Fight For You

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Chapter Eight: Come Back Or Not

Silence shocked them. Kim took a quick step back as if Jack was a sudden treat to them. She stared at the brown haired boy in front of her, she could barely recognize him. What happened to the Jack they knew? As if an cold aura over took him, he gave a bitter laugh and crossed his arms. She couldn't help but admire the way his muscles bulged and it sickened her that teenage self was somewhat attracted to him. His physical appearance. Kim stared at him seeing the ghost of the smile that the young Jack once shot her and like a ray of sunshine, it brightened her mood.

"You can't be serious!" Kim spat out horrified. The bandage on her wounded knee was itching her fair skin, she felt compelled to snatch off the work of a traitor. But it was stupid to remove something that was helping her, she bit her lip and shook in disbelief at change of atmosphere between them. Then she was confused, why exactly did Jack help her? Her brown eyes wandered up the well built body of Jack but she did nothing but examine him.

There may be a slight chance that the old Jack was creeping up inside him. The old Jack that wrapped up her knee with gentle hands, she grew tired of the silence. She shot an annoyed eyebrow at the gang who stay standing, still and cold as a statue. "Why are you even here?" her voice grew soft and she merely and mentally slapped herself for being so vulnerable. Why can't her body chose already? Old Kim or the New Kim? Her mind already knew but struggled without the body working itself.

Jack's eyes grew dark and heartless, the fire that once warmed herself had faded and probably burnt out. "I'm here to warn you." he chuckled. She narrowed her arched eyebrows at him and shifted uncomfortably as his gaze intensified and resumed on her, "Don't try anything that isn't impossible. And bringing back the precious dojo I once belonged too isn't going to change the past, all you're going to do is hurt you and them."

She blinked and licked her pale pink lips, "Are you saying that you're regretting every single thing we did together?" she asked challenging. When he didn't respond she let out a laugh, humorless and dead as she was feeling right now. "Then why did you even bother to help Rudy and them," gesturing to the three frozen guys behind her, "When the Bobby Wasabi Dojo was already closing. When Milton couldn't break a board, where Eddie was stuck dancing. Why couldn't you leave them and leave me behind at the Black Dragons where I could be training right now. Tell me!"

"It's called, pity." he answered.

"No. It's called giving a second chance." Kim retorted. "You gave me a chance to find new and better friends, you gave me new ways that I've lost right now." She scoffed and crossed her arms, "Are you regretting that too?"

"Regret what?" Jack simply asked.

"Being friends with me? Being sparring partners?" Kim challenged.

She saw Jack gulped and immediately distracted himself with something else, a different view rather than the old gang that was an inch close to reuniting. "You taught me to give a second chance. Now why can't I?" she asked with a hoarse voice, "Is it because I'm a girl? You knew me. Even as a girl, I showed you I'm different. And you accepted it. Why can't you accept the fact that I'm going to bring up the Bobby Wasabi Dojo and reunite the gang even if it takes years, I'm not sticking to this vulnerable and idiotic self I am."

"No." Jack simply answered. Kim scrunched her eyebrows in confusion, he returned his gaze on her. "I don't regret being friends with you, or Milton or Jerry. I don't regret being sparring partners. I don't regret the past."

"Then what's with the attitude." she snapped bitterly. He shot her a dark look.

"Even if you do bring the dojo back up. You can't count on things ever being the same. You can't count on the dojo staying or us staying together." Jack told her sternly, "Time won't stop, Kim. Sooner or later, we'll all be separated. And all the work you put in us, the gang, will all go to waste." Kim only rolled her eyes, being as stubborn as Jack currently was.

"It'll be worth it. As long as we stay friends, no matter how long the distance is. At least we stayed in contact." Kim told him, gulping to moisten her dry throat.

"Forget it. My time's already wasted." Jack spat bitterly. Kim's eyes darkened slightly as he swiftly turned but she didn't watch him go. Instead she turned to the boys with a hard expression, they trembled at her demeanor. She ignored the aching and hurt feeling that Jack caused, she didn't want to research the feeling, and she didn't want to spend time worrying about Jack's words.

Time simply changed him. Like it did with them. And time will heal their friendship that she hoped was still lingering somewhere. "He'll come to his senses," she told them, "Don't argue with me." she snapped immediately when Milton opened his mouth to retort something logical. "It's Jack. He brought us together and now it's time for us to bring him back, no matter how conceited he became or how cocky. It's still Jack, and he's still the best."

She straightened up as Jerry spoke up, "Well. The chemistry between Kim and Jack are gone. You guys owe me 10..." he squeaked as Kim turned on him, "10-zero dollars." he miserably corrected himself. Kim sighed and began to massage her temples.

"What do we do now?" Eddie asked.

She beamed brightly at Eddie, "We show the school that the Wasabi Warriors won't be tossed around any more." Milton scrunched his eyebrows at her plan.

"You mean a..." Milton began before Kim nodded.

"Comeback."

Kim gulped nervously as she once again examined herself in the body length mirror. Her hands trembled as she smoothed down the wrinkles on her outfit that her skin had welcomed once again, the fabric was soft against her fragile skin. She tilted her head, her eyes roaming her body that was currently covered by loose sleeveless red striped top, at the edge of the top was black peace sign, layered on top was a golden teddy bear necklace. She matched the top with a thin long sleeved coat with black stripes and covered the back of her body reaching a little below the thigh.

Her legs hugged a tight pair of black skinny jeans and her feet was massaged by a pair of laced up brown ankle boots. Her golden hair was in loose curls. She blinked and bit her lip. She was nervous yet excited for what the day will bring her, she was sick of the old routine with her literature group. She managed to ditch the beanie, skirt, and other heavy layering articles that her body dragged for 2 whole years.

She missed the feeling of loose, thin fabric. The casual attire that the old Kim Crawford wore, the casual attire that she currently was wearing because the old Kim Crawford was making a comeback along with the gang excluding Jack and Rudy. She shook the side bangs and smiled as her finger twirled the curled strand, she missed the look.

She just hoped she wouldn't mess up her appearance by becoming defenseless and vulnerable to all the jocks and cheerleaders and their insults that may temporarily damage her.

She ditched taking the bus and instead decided to take a nice walk that always helped calm her nerves. Muttering encouraging words she neared the entrance of the school, the minute one of the members of her clique looked at her direction. She made a leap to the nearby bush, her heart racing she planted a calming palm on her chest and popped her head out to examine the view for safety. She leaned back on the tree and pulled out her phone and hurriedly sent a message to the gang. She wasn't doing this alone.

"Boo!" Jerry's voice startled her. She leaped up scratching her hand in the process and she hissed in pain, "Alright! I scared her!" Jerry cheered. Milton only shook his head and gave Kim a bright smile.

"Ahh. I never thought the day of us four walking in together once again." Milton sighed as his eyes glazed over to reminisced the past. Kim bit back a smile glad that she had company that could make her smile or laugh any time of day, plus if she was lucky enough, one of them would cushion her fall if she didn't survive the stares and end up fainting.

"Alright. Just pretend we've been doing this everyday, like 2 years ago." Kim told them nervously. "Am I the only one nervous for this!?" she exclaimed in disbelief. They simultaneously nodded their heads, "Why?" she asked slowly, freaked.

Milton wrapped a comforting arm around her, she only glanced at it before giving Milton a look before he stumbled back and removed his arm. "Sorry. Kimberly...Kim," he corrected himself the moment she growled at the sound of her full name, "I believe you were the most change during the past 2 years. Trust me, I didn't feel threatened the first time you talk to me after the drifting apart. You were in the shadows, lurking and as quiet as mouse," he was cut off.

"Don't need the details." Kim added in. They subconsciously began to walk towards the entrance.

"Right. No one really noticed your presence. You began the complete opposite of what you used to be therefore you became used to the routine you had in the past 2 years." Kim blinked but nodded slowly. She wasn't used to the attention anymore, more or less the hatred that would soon by filling up the moment they entered the door.

The gang became oblivious to the stares from the onlookers as they past them, there was poking and the whispers at the new clique. Nearby cheerleaders narrowed their eyebrows and their eyes turned into slits as they spotted the look of adoration and awe from those in the lower levels of the jocks and cheerleaders, they felt a spark ignited that could possibly ruin the ways of the school. A rebellion.

They knew they were in danger. Kim past through the navy blue doors of the school, and that was when she froze, she grasped and tugged at Milton's sweater vest. She pulled him back and the action made Eddie and Jerry stop, "They're looking." she hissed. Milton gave out cries of pain and tugged weakly at her grasp, she looked at the pained face before releasing, "Sorry."

"It's okay. Look, ignore them. Be the old Kim." Milton suggested. Kim nodded and continued the walk down to their lockers, tilting her chin up in pride she sent beaming smiles over to the crowd. She became aware at the silence, and shifted uncomfortably at the eyed looks from the crowd. She licked her lips and forced herself to continue walking instead of a face-plant.

There was a tight grasp on her upper arm that caused her to yelp in shock, she was tugged back and she slammed against a hard chest that she became well aware of. She pulled back and stared up in accusation, "Jack? What do you want?" she asked in exhaustion.

"What did I say?" Jack growled.

"Nothing that I would have listened to." Kim laughed quietly before scrunching her face in seriousness, "You can't stop me, us. I doing this because I'm sick of tired of the labels and popularity levels. I want my old school back, and I want the old Jack back as much as I want my old self back."

He released his grasp reluctantly his expression unreadable, "Fine. But don't come crying back to me if your plan becomes horribly wrong." he hissed.

She studied his hardened face and shook her head, "I won't be crying. Because by then, the old Kim would be back. And the plan will work." she told him.

They simple stared at each other, challenging not to break eye contact. Only then had she realized how attractive Jack had grown, and then became well aware at how close they were. She took a quick step back, without any other words spoken she spun and walked back to the gang. She looked over her shoulder as Jack closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

Her shoulders sagged and all the confidence she built up that morning had disappeared. There was something turning uneasily in her stomach. She didn't feel safe, she felt vulnerable to all the stares given at her. Then she knew, she could never feel safe without karate, and without Jack. It was a sickening thought but it was true, the old Kim will not come back just by dressing up like her, she needed everything that the old Kim once lost.

Kim was alone once again. Not because the gang bailed on her, but because of all the extracurricular activities they were once involved in before she came up with her brilliant plan to bring them back together. The clouds had darkened and the wind had grown cold; pricking her exposed skin, she wished she brought a jacket. School ended. And all she remembered was the cruel looks shot towards her during class, but she couldn't help but smile at it.

They were becoming a threat to the school. And she liked the effect they had created in just one short day. Her fingers grasped her backpack strap that was slung over on one shoulder. She hated walking home alone in a state that sent shivers down her spine, she felt exposed, vulnerable to anything that comes flying at her.

CLANG!

Kim jumped, her eyes widening at the sudden noise that broke the whistle of the wind. Another reason she hated walking alone is how deserted the walk back to her house is, almost frightening. Her mother had an appointment, leaving her in a such fragile state after the entrance they made at school. Someone could just be planning an attack on the Wasabi Warriors to stop the threat to their school. She hated knowing the fact that they acted without any thoughts of knowing how to protect themselves.

She bit her lip and winced as beads of blood oozed out of the sliced lip. The wind wasn't helping. She licked her lips and gagged at the metallic taste of her own blood. It was then she grew aware of the warmth that crept up her own, she felt her body trembling and then she turned. Her eyes widened at the sight of the figure, "What the-" she was cut off by a ragged cloth stuffed at her mouth.

Immediately she gagged and her body bent over at the cruel taste. Her backpack slide off her shoulder as she was hauled up and over the broad figure. She was tossed in the alley, roughly as her palms of her hands burnt from the impact. Her fingers removed the cloth and she slumped at the adrenaline that coursed through her veins.

She was once again held back rough, calloused hands. She struggled, her arms tugging. She desperately tried stomping on their feet and was instead hauled up in the air, she kicked and pounded against the wall but she knew that once in her life she was defenseless.

"Struggling isn't going to help, Kim Crawford." her head snapped up, her eyes darkening as she recognized the voice.

A/N: Ehh..what the heck. I'll just leave that were it is for some suspense. Can you guys guess who that is? It another event that...well telling you know isn't going to help. Well the next chapter will be interesting. Possibly for the fact that it revolves around Kim and Jack. So stayed tuned.

Not my best chapter.

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