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Following the events of the season 2 finale,
Miguel wakes up at the beginning of the summer.
With the knowledge of the future, Miguel attempts
to right his wrongs.
Time travel/Dream AU.
Season 2 spoilers within.
"Tory, enough!"
I shout out, trying to get the girls from
fighting.
To my utter astonishment, Tory pushes me out
of the way and kicks me to the ground.
We lock eyes for a moment and I can see the
pain plastered on her face.
It was then that her words ran through my
head.
"The World shows no mercy, so why should we?
Some people have it good, but the rest of
us have to fight for every inch of what's
ours...
Not just to score a point.
For everything."
She was fighting for every inch, and I had
taken advantage of that.
If only I'd gotten to talk with her before
this all happened.
"Sam!"
I was snapped back to reality at the voice
of Robby Keene.
He'd gotten away from the others and was bounding
up the stairs.
I can't let him get in the way again!
As he was coming up to the landing, I swept
my foot towards him, knocking him down.
I have to keep him away from Tory!
I rush him as the girls bring their fight
to a lower landing, better to get him out
of the equation so that I can deal with the
girls.
I send two kicks to his legs and midsection,
trying to get him off balance before I lean
back to avoid a kick aimed at my head.
He throws two punches at me, neither getting
to their intended target.
"What does a Corba do?"
Slither.
I weave through his defense and send a roundhouse
to his stomach again.
He catches it and sends an elbow into my leg
and then my face.
Shit!
As I'm backing up and thinking of ways to
finish this he speaks up again.
"That's for taking advantage of Sam!"
Who does this prick-
"I would never."
"Then why did it happen?!"
To think he'd even suggest such a thing!
Before I know it we're exchanging blows again,
I hear Sam scream in the background.
I manage to knock him to the ground and knee
him in his ribs twice.
He's not getting away this time.
I get up and kick Robby over to the railing.
He starts to get up but lays back down and
dodges to kick I aimed at his head.
As he's getting back up I can't help but mock
him.
"She doesn't love you, she loves me!"
This sets Robby off, making him swings his
leg at my own.
He manages to get me with his second kick
but I grab a hold of the third.
He uses the railing to his advantage as he
drives home another kick sending me to the
wall.
I bounce back right into his fists as he starts
to aim at my stomach and then my face.
I blocked one of his punches by bringing my
arm up but that was quickly met with a kick
to my left leg, bringing me down to my knee.
I didn't have any time to think, Robby was
beyond livid.
I leaned back to avoid a kick aimed at my
ribs, Robby continuing to follow me with a
backfist barely missing my nose.
Luckily this left him open for me to kick
him away, allowing me some time and letting
me get my bearings.
He comes at me with a simple straight punch.
Having sparred with Hawk so many times, it's
basically become routine for what happens
next.
I knock him off balance by rotating with the
punch and hook my arm under his extension,
following quickly with my leg sweeping behind
his own so I can throw him to the ground with
a shoulder throw.
Using this to my advantage I flip him over
and pull his arm towards me, holding it in
place while also holding down his shoulder,
increasing the pain and not allowing for him
to get out of the grip.
If I wanted to, I could easily break his arm
or at least pop his shoulder out of its socket.
Just as I was about to put Robby out of the
fight a voice hits me.
Sensei Lawrence's voice.
"I wasn't taught the difference between mercy
and honor, and I paid the price for it.
If I'm extra hard on you, it's only because
you have the potential to be better than I
ever was...
You want that, don't you?"
I hear the yelling and screaming from the
other kids who are watching the fight.
I look to Robby, who's squirming under my
grip.
The difference between mercy and honor.
I let go of Robby's arm.
Taking a breath I swallow before I say my
next two words.
"I'm Sorry."
Next thing I know, Robby elbows me on the
side of my head, hooks my leg in his as he's
getting up from the floor, and with a powerful
kick to my stomach I'm looking up at the ceiling.
I notice the railing slowly getting further
and further away, my arms reaching for something
to stop me.
The last thing I hear is a scream.
"Miguel!"
I woke up with start.
I looked around my room quickly as I sat up,
touching my face to feel for any bruises or
pain.
I check my phone to see what time it was but
almost dropped it in shock.
May 20th
The day after the tournament...
Throwing off the covers, Miguel quickly threw
on the closest clothes that he could and practically
raced out the door.
He passed by his Grandmother, who was at the
stove making breakfast.
He was out the door before she could say anything.
"A lo menos puedes saludar me."
(At least you could have said hello to me)
She said to the empty room, looking at the
door that Miguel had left open.
Quickly crossing the courtyard, Miguel raised
his hand to knock on Sensei Lawrence's door
before stopping.
'How the hell am I supposed to explain all
this without sounding bat-shit crazy?'
Miggy thought to himself before he knocked
on the door anyway.
Best to just be blunt about it.
Winging it was kinda his thing anyway.
When Miggy didn't get a response, he knocked
again, and a third time before texting his
Sensei.
It was 8:15 am.
Yaya wanted to know if you'd like to come
over for breakfast.
I tried your door but you weren't answering
and I can't find my keys.
He typed out, adding in little white lies
so as to not seem suspicious.
No dice kid.
Already ate.
Miguel looked at his phone as the message
came back a few minutes later.
Sighing in defeat, he tried to remember how
the day had gone by last time around but found
himself busy doing chores all day with his
Yaya.
Leave it to Hispanics to use their weekends
doing chores.
School this time around had gone almost to
the letter compared to last time.
This made it easy for Miguel to think both
about how each day was to progress and about
the imminent future.
Having girl trouble wasn't exactly something
he could say he had as of this moment, but
he knew that come a few days down the line,
Tory would kick her way back into his life.
And with her came Sensei Kreese.
Miguel had thought about the best course of
action to ensure that the man who had corrupted
the new Cobra Kai be taken out at the soonest
possible opportunity.
Deciding to let nature take its course, for
now, Miguel was on his way to the dojo with
Hawk, noting how different Hawk was compared
to the person he had become by the start of
the next school year.
"Alright.
So I get my license next week.
My mom's gonna give me her Sentra.
I'm thinking about putting a blue racing stripe
down the middle, hood to tail."
Hawk told Miggy, all the while making motions
with his hands.
This time around Miguel made sure to secure
his scooter so as to not forget about it and
have it stolen again, Hawk following suit.
"Subtle, I like it," Miguel said, latching
the lock onto the cord.
They then started walking towards the entrance,
seeing a bunch of kids crowded around, seemingly
wanting to go in but waiting for something.
"Look's like we got some new students."
"Fresh Fish," Hawk commented with a sinister
grin.
"check this out."
Miguel placed his hand on Eli's shoulder before
looking him straight in the eye.
Knowing that half the kids present would eventually
turn to Miyagi-Do, Miguel wanted to cool the
rising temperatures before the flame was even
lit.
"Don't."
Hawk got the message, judging correctly how
serious Miguel was and toned down his arrogance
just enough to not seem like a complete dick.
"Hey, Mouth-breathers, out of the way."
To be fair, Hawk did hold back this time.
Chris and Mitch, getting the door just like
last time.
To his credit, however, Hawk didn't cause
the rookies to flinch this time, simply stating
how they had a long road ahead.
"What the hell happened here?"
Hawk questioned while looking at the damages
to the dojo.
Miguel kept quiet, knowing just what had transpired.
Aisha was stretching a bit when the two had
come in and answered the question.
"Looks like Sensei threw a party.
Must've been one hell of a party though."
"Especially if fire got involved."
Hawk agreed, starting towards the locker room
after Miguel.
The two quickly changed into their Gi, knowing
the lesson would start soon.
When they exited the locker room, Sensei was
already done kicking the newcomers out, calling
for everyone to fall in.
"Must've been a rager, Sensei," Hawk said
proudly, again Miguel stayed silent.
He knew whether or not he added in his own
words foolishly like last time, the punishment
would be the same.
"Yeah, I was raging.
Raging at the fact that my students are a
bunch of pussies."
He looked between the two before calling them
out to the front.
Much like last time, Miguel and Hawk were
asked the same questions, and much like last
time, Johnny asked Aisha which Cobra she would
rather be.
At the end of it all, Johnny made Hawk and
Miguel do 50 push-ups on their knuckles.
This was the moment Miguel was waiting for.
He knew he had to play it cool, recite the
words he had used last time, and then get
to the point where he would drop the bomb
on his Sensei.
"Why take pity on Robby Keene?"
Miguel knew why.
Robby was Johnny's son.
While Miguel would be happy to pummel the
bastard into a bloody pulp, he also had too
much respect for his Sensei to cause the man
he regarded as his father figure that sort
of grief.
"Look..."
Johnny had gotten out of his seat and walked
around to stand in front of Miguel.
"I wasn't taught the difference between mercy
and honor, and I paid the price for it.
If I'm extra hard on you, it's only because
you have the potential to be better than I
ever was...
You want that, don't you?"
A ghost of a smile reached Miguel's face before
he bowed his head a bit.
"Yes, Sensei."
"Alright," Johnny's face then gave his signature
little smirk.
He cocked his head towards the main room in
the dojo, "Then stop whining like a little
bitch and go out there and finish your drills."
This made Miguel smirk in a similar manner
before he turned to close the door.
"Actually, Sensei...
There's something else I want to talk about."
Sensing the seriousness in Miguel's tone,
Johnny made his way back towards his chair,
stopping to grab a banquet on the way.
"What, did you bang a hot chick after winning
and get her pregnant?"
Johnny cracked a smile, Miguel sitting down
on a spare chair.
"What?
No!
Sensei, this is serious.
We've- I've been through this before!
I had a crazy dream where this entire summer
had gone by.
Your Sensei had come back to help run the
dojo, Your friend Tommy died, I started dating
this new girl in the Dojo named Tory, She
and Sam went at it, You and LaRusso became
friends again, Hawk and Moon broke up, Moon
throws this huge party - the cops show up,
We went to Coyote Creek, Sam got drunk and
kissed me at the party, We got back to school
and Tory called out Sam over the loudspeaker
and this whole rumble happened - I think I
died!
I-I-I-"
"Whoa, Diaz, slow down there!"
Johnny cut the kid off before he could hurt
himself.
Miguel looked up from his trembling hands
to stare into Johnny's eyes and at that moment
Johnny knew Miguel wasn't playing around.
After a few tense moments, Johnny replayed
what Miguel had just told him.
He hadn't told anyone about Kreese, he hadn't
spoken to Tommy or any of the guys since he
started running the Dojo full time, and he'd
never mentioned Coyote Creek to any of his
students, knowing just how horrible the exercise
could get and how quickly it could escalate
without proper discipline.
To say Miguel had Jonny's attention would
be an understatement.
A knock was heard on the office door a short
time later.
"Sensei?
We've finished our drills.
We even did a few more since it looked like
you and Miguel were having a serious conversation."
Aisha stood behind the door, waiting for any
sign of life from the other side.
"Thank you, Miss Robinson.
We'll be out shortly."
Johnny's voice came from inside the office.
He looked at Miguel for a few more minutes
before he began to get up.
Miguel got up with him, starting for the door.
Johnny placed a hand on Miggy's shoulder,
gaze leveling with his student.
"Not a word about this to anyone else.
Do you understand, Mr. Diaz?"
A silent nod came from Miguel before the two
exited the office.
Turns out this would indeed be a cruel summer,
but not as cruel as the one Miguel had just
described.
Johnny had a lot to think about.
From what he'd heard from Miguel, allowing
Kreese to take over for the month had been
a bad idea.
Simply allowing Kreese back into the dojo
had been the worst mistake he could have imagined.
Sure the old dog could have taught the kids
a thing or two, maybe even having two sensei
run the dojo would better benefit the kids.
These were the only reasons Johnny had been
even considering letting the bastard into
his dojo.
But after hearing the full story from Miguel,
there couldn't be a worse choice.
Miguel had gone on and on about how Kreese
had slowly woven his grubby hands into the
minds of the students, declared war between
Cobra Kai and LaRusso's stupid free dojo that
would be opening in a few weeks - no doubt
taking students with him, even going as far
as making Johnny himself become the sensei
he never wanted to be.
Harsher, more demanding, and an overall jackass.
Or at least that was at the beginning of the
summer.
Miguel has reassured him that after the students
had become accustomed to the new teachings,
and Kreese had become less demanding, the
workload hadn't gotten much harder, only less
forgiving.
"You never changed though, Sensei."
Miguel would say with a smile on his face,
a faraway look in his eyes.
"You would always want what was best for us.
For me.
Hawk was a bit more influenced by Kreese.
He turned into what you never wanted us to
be."
Johnny didn't like the steel in Miguel's eyes
when he said that.
There was the makings of a petty revenge story
that would span the rest of his life... or
at least 30 years before flaring up again
when Miguel was a loser nobody who opened
up his own dojo and Hawk was a stupid car
salesman with a stupid auto company, and had
a stupid shitty commercial that played every
5 minutes whenever Miguel was trying to peacefully
watch some damned TV, only to have Miguel's
son be taken under Hawk's wing - probably
literally - and be trained in Karate even
after the kid had been offered countless times
when he was younger and -
Fuck, Johnny needed a banquet.
Miguel sat in his last class for the year.
Sure he could have skipped class, but he didn't
know what consequences that might have on
anything that happened during the summer.
Or would happen in this case.
As he sat there, Miggy was roughing out the
edges on a workout plan that he would run
by Sensei.
He needed to stay on top of both the class
and of his own.
While Miguel may not have agreed with Kreese's
teachings he couldn't deny the boost in physical
strength his body had taken.
Thoughts of John Kreese soon turned to thoughts
of Tory.
Their first meeting would be soon and Miguel
would be lying if he said he wasn't looking
forward to seeing his girlfriend again.
Which brought him to his current situation.
Despite what you may believe, Miggy still
hadn't made up his mind about the whole "girl
trouble" situation.
While, yes, he had made time to think about
that, he still wasn't sure whether or not
he should go back to Samantha.
And as he approached meeting Tory, his deadline
on an easier choice was coming to a close.
Once Tory was back in his life, it'd be hell
once more.
A light shoulder shove snapped Miguel back
to reality, Demitri stood over his friend
with an impatient look in his eyes.
"Well?
Aren't we going to go find the gang and plan
out our summer?
I was planning on going to Comicon with Eli
but Hawk doesn't like 'nerd shit' apparently."
Demitri rolled his eyes, a scoff following
soon after.
"This whole hawk thing has been getting to
his head.
It's honestly concerning and it's starting
to get annoying.
Oh but excuse me, mention this to Hawk and
expect some sort of insult or a fist to the
face."
Miguel found it amusing just how right Demitri
was.
The emphasis and mocking whenever Mitri used
'hawk' bringing an even bigger smile to Miggy's
face.
While the two had been close at the start
of their friendship, seeing as how all three
were "losers", Demitri hadn't been around
too much this summer.
Placing an arm around his buddy's shoulders,
Miguel steered Mitri out of the classroom
and towards their lockers.
"Don't you worry, my friend.
We'll come up with something.
Maybe even hang at the beach.
Get a few smokin' hot babes."
A nudge to the sides and a few emphasized
winks finally broke Demitri's stern face,
a little smile forming on the nerd's face.
"Smoking hot babes?
Well, count me in."
"You know they say trouble in the valley doesn't
start until a newcomer enters.
You wouldn't suppose this would be such a
case?"
A teen asked leaning back in his chair.
He spoke to an empty room staring at an hourglass,
watching as each individual grain of sand
fell towards the bottom.
A crack smaller than an eyelash could be seen
right in the cross-section between the two
hemispheres causing a frown to form on the
teen's face.
"Hmm.
Strange.
Seems there was a defect in the process.
Would it be too much of a strain to send someone
in to fix it?"
Tory couldn't stop thinking about him.
Miguel Diaz.
Winner of the All-Valley Under-18 tournament.
The way he moved in the ring.
The way his eyes lit up with a cold-hearted
fire.
Leader of the Quiver of Cobra.
King Cobra of Cobra Kai.
When her 'friend' had dragged her in to watch
the dumb tournament, Tory hadn't cared much
about Karate.
She simply saw it as people trained it: A
watered-down sport that was more about scoring
points and less about actually learning to
fight.
Having grown up on the streets, fending for
herself and her little brother, Tory saw little
value in learning useless forms and Kata that
you'd never use exactly as taught.
But when she saw the ruthlessness that Cobra
Kai had brought to the stage, Tory knew she
just had to try this place out.
She watched as the cobras took on their opponents
as if their lived depended on it.
She looked on in awe as even the smallest
of the bunch, a scrawny kid with sticks for
arms and huge glasses on his face, fought
to earn his spot in the top 16, beating out
even tougher and more experienced kids - all
because he didn't treat this match as a spar.
All because they underestimated him.
To say Tory was impressed would be an understatement.
But then she laid her eyes on him.
He who stood the tallest out of his group.
Chin bent slightly upward, a cold calculating
look in his eyes while the rest of his body
was relaxed.
The looks of approval and pride he wore when
his teammates scored, and the way he would
cheer for them even when they were at a giant
disadvantage.
Tory was in too deep before she even had a
chance to realize what she was getting into.
Eyes trailing after the top Cobra throughout
the rest of the tournament, Tory was among
those who cheered the loudest when Miguel
beat that Reid kid 3-1.
All the flips and fancy acrobatics weren't
much help against a solid defense and a merciless
lethal offense.
But every time Miguel won, he would always
look to a certain section of the bleachers.
At first, Tory thought he was looking for
his mom or a family member who had come to
watch but the look he would send in that direction
somewhat diminished that thought process.
That look was the look her mom used to wear
at all those places she used to work at.
The look that she would see on her brothers
face from time to time.
Miguel was searching for approval.
Quickly excusing herself, Tory walked along
the gym's borders trying to see just who Miguel
was constantly looking at.
She saw multiple girls, most of them either
smiling or having a good time.
There were a few with an annoyed expression,
probably heated over the loss of the final
Yoshi-Kai student.
But there was one girl who stood out among
the bleachers.
She sat right at the front, right next to
that Karate-gimmick-using car salesman who
she would see on the TV, Daniel LaRusso.
She wore the hardest glare as she stared at
Miguel, rolling her eyes every time she saw
him looking in her direction.
It annoyed Tory.
Who was this bitch and why was she so against
Miguel winning?
Something must have happened between those
two, for sure.
Tory was broken out of her anger-fueled trance
when the gym burst into more cheers.
Robby Keene had also made it to the semi-finals.
When the other two semi-finalists were decided,
Tory frowned when she saw the final girl be
eliminated.
Aisha - or whatever her name was - was a good
fighter.
She brought the former champ to a 2-2 stalemate
and only lost because Stone had swept her
legs, using her weight against her.
But there were still two Cobra left.
Hawk and Miguel.
Tory noted the girl from before had rushed
after Aisha, maybe they were friends?
It didn't really matter.
Tory's attention was brought back to center
stage when Xander Stone had taken the mic
and started talking about fighting against
hatred of whatever.
Tory smiled broadly to herself as she remembered
thinking to herself 'God, I hope Miguel kicks
this pansy bitch in the face.'
Social Media is the end all be all of this
generation.
In a way, the whole reason the world functions
today was because of the internet.
Its importance is basically what fuels this
earth.
So you tell me how in the hell John Lawrence,
a 51-year-old man, survived 20+ years on a
burner phone and little to no connection to
the internet whatsoever, I mean, Johnny knew
what the internet was.
Duh.
He wasn't a complete idiot.
But he wasn't exactly a nerd either.
He wouldn't rely on it like a bunch of pansy
bitches who only use it to read or be even
nerdier-er.
Just the thought of being a nerd caused a
scowl to form on Sensei's face.
He took a swig from his banquet, emptying
the bottle, and threw it in the trash.
Starting now, he'd be a better man.
A healthier one.
And then he flipped over the slices of bologna
he had frying in his pan.
He licked his lips just thinking of how good
they would taste with a couple of slices of
bread and some ketchup.
Add a slim jim to the middle and you've got
yourself a five-star meal.
Maybe being a better, healthier man could
wait until tomorrow.
Miguel, on the other hand, was deep in thought
as he rode towards the dojo for the day.
He had decided earlier on that he would try
to reconcile with Sam this time around in
order to, hopefully, have things go a bit
easier than last time.
Turning the final corner, Miguel was greeted
with the sight of the usual regulars all standing
around the entrance waiting for Johnny to
arrive.
Among the few was Aisha, who was talking to
Bert.
The little dude had a huge smirk on his face
while Aisha looked like she would floor him
right then and there.
A smile grew on Miggy's face as he thought
of how much the little dude had grown since
starting at Cobra Kai.
He could now go toe to toe with Aisha since
he was a lot smaller and faster than most
of the kids here, yet Bert couldn't land a
single hit on either Hawk or Miguel.
Quickly getting behind the larger of the two,
Miguel snuck his hand into Aisha's bag, finding
her phone.
He slipped it into his pocket before interrupting
the bout before Bert could counter.
"You guys ready for today's lesson?
I was talking with Sensei about it, we might
be going over headbutting soon."
Bert visibly perked up at that, a chance to
learn something new, especially something
as kick-ass as headbutting, was definitely
up his alley.
Aisha, on the other hand, just smirked at
the little dweeb in front of her.
She already knew who was the first person
she'd practice on.
"Sounds like fun.
You should really watch out for Hawk, though.
He'll probably put a dent in both your skulls
with how agro he's been."
Miguel could only laugh, personally knowing
just how hard Eli could headbutt.
It wasn't his favorite method to use, but
whenever Miguel managed to cut off Hawk's
arms and legs, there was always that one dagger
in Hawk's arsenal.
A faint pain pulsed in Miguel's nose at that
moment.
The memory of blood spilling everywhere still
fresh in his mind.
Hawk really got him good with that one.
Once Johnny arrived, revving his engine as
per usual, he unlocked the door and let the
kids flood in.
Today was the day he'd be getting new students,
hopefully, and he wanted to make a good first
impression.
Suiting up in his fully black gi, he looked
himself one more time in the mirror, checked
for any stubble or hairs he might have missed,
and proceeded to his desk to get all the papers
the new recruits might need.
Miguel, on the other hand, was busy gaining
the courage to call a certain ex.
He was planning out what to say and eventually
just threw caution to the wind and pressed
the call button.
After a few rings, Sam answered in the same
way she did last time.
"Hey, about time I heard from you.
Did you miss me?"
She sounded so happy.
"A lot.
Please- don't hang up.
Aisha doesn't know I'm using her phone."
Miguel managed to choke out.
Why was this so hard?
He'd done it before.
Just like last time, however, Sam's voice
went icy after hearing his own.
"What do you want?"
Taking a moment to compose himself, Miguel
spoke out the words he thought were best.
"Look, Sam.
I know I made a mistake- A huge one, and I
know things won't go back to the way they
were before.
Not without a lot of awkwardness and- and-
and work and..."
He took a deep breath to calm himself.
"All I'm asking is that you give me a chance.
Just a passing 'hi', or even a nod.
Something.
Something that we can use to rebuild a broken
bridge.
If I'm being honest...
I can't stop thinking about you.
About us.
I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry, and for
you to listen.
Even if it was just for a couple of seconds."
Sam had stayed silent on the other side.
Miguel was beginning to think she had hung
up, even checking if the call was still going
before she sighed.
"It's not that simple, Miguel.
Look, I'll give it some thought.
Maybe.
But don't expect things to just click back
to the way they were before.
Just...
Can you tell Aisha to call me back?"
She hung up before Miguel could say anything.
At least it was a start.
Walking back to the changing room, Miguel
had seen Hawk had come sometime during his
talk with Sam, and now the three closest Cobra's
to the king of the quiver were deciding on
the names of two newbies.
"What do you think?
Shit-head One and Shit-head Two?"
Eli asked turning towards Alisha for conformation,
his chin being held in his hands as if actually
thinking for once, something that seemed to
have escaped Hawk later on in the summer.
So ya boi did what we call a pro big dumb
move and forgot to save after completing this
chapter.
As a result, I've had to go back and rewrite
everything I could remember and because of
that, the most likely thing is that the quality
may or may not be worse than it was before.
I am big dumb.
My B.
"I was thinking more Mary-Kate and Ass-hat."
Aisha responded, making the three laugh.
Miguel could see the uncomfortable shift in
weight of the two newbies before the larger
of the two took a tiny step forward.
"Were we really this bad?
After winning a single All-Valley?'
"Well, I'm Chri-" "Did I say you can speak?"
Hawk cut him off, the two taking a step back
in response.
Having seen this for a second time, Miguel
had seen enough and simply walked up to the
two new students, patting the brave one on
the arm.
"Guys, look, They're just messing with you.
Don't take it too personally.
I'm Miguel by the way."
Miggy stuck his hand out to both boys and
shook them, a smile on his face.
He gave his friends a soft glare, a bit annoyed
at their antics and then began to walk the
two newbs through what was to be expected
of them in this dojo.
A few more of the older students listened
in on Miguel's pep-talk, inputting things
that Sensei Lawrence doesn't tolerate or finds
extremely funny.
Miguel was midway through another explanation
before he heard the door to the dojo open.
'Weird.
I could have sworn everyone was here.'
It was at that exact moment that Miguel simultaneously
remembered and saw John Kreese walk through
the door to the Cobra Kai Dojo.
A chill ran up his spine as he watched the
older man survey the group of kids in front
of him, his face showing indifference while
his eyes showed disappointment.
Miguel could have sworn Kreese held his gaze
for a few seconds before continuing to walk
around the dojo, stopping by a group of three
new kids.
"Jesus Christ."
The disgust was clearly on full display now.
Kreese inspected the kids for no longer than
three seconds before turning towards Johnny's
office.
The students were now all watching Kreese
as Miguel stopped in front of him.
Miguel didn't feel as confident as he looked
but as the leader, he stepped up to face the
older man.
"Can I help you, Sir?"
Miguel asked with more venom in his voice
than he would have liked.
Kreese raised his eyebrow slightly, a cruel
satisfaction filling his eyes.
He looked Miguel up and down, clearly impressed
with what he saw.
"Not at all, young man."
Kreese paused, lifting a finger.
"But maybe I can help you."
Miguel opened his mouth to respond.
"Hey."
Both Miguel and Kreese turned to see Johnny
coming out of his office.
Kreese, finally seeing who he was here for,
took this opportunity to step past Miguel,
coming face to face with Johnny.
"Kreese, you come with me.
Mr. Diaz, get them warmed up."
Miguel didn't miss the subtle nod Johnny sent
him, which only served to slightly calm the
boy down.
Dealing with Kreese was always tense and never
easy.
"What the hell are you doing here?
I called the deal off!"
Johnny started before the door was fully closed.
He rounded on Kreese who only wore a mask
of indifference.
The man looked around the room, picking at
random items around the room before turning
to face Johnny.
"Indeed, you did, Mr. Lawrence.
But you need me, almost as much as those soldiers
out there need me.
God knows those twigs in the back need as
much help as they can get."
Kreese stared out at the students, seeing
how the younger kids in the back would make
feeble attempts at forward strikes.
"Kids."
Johnny corrected, regaining Kreese's attention.
"They're not soldiers, they're kids.
They're here to learn how to defend themselves,
and how to be badass.
Nothing more, nothing less.
We don't need your help, Kreese."
Johnny stared down his old sensei, the older
man looking only the slightest bit disappointed.
"You've grown soft Johnny.
But," he straightened a pen on the desk, "that's
something we can work on.
Whether or not you need my help isn't up for
debate, Mr. Lawrence.
It's only a matter of when.
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon.
Remember, Cobra brumate until the time is
right.
I've chosen now to be the right time to strike.
When will you?"
With that Kreese walked out of the office,
taking one last look at the group of Cobra
in front of him, before making his departure.
Johnny waited until the door to the dojo closed
before emerging from his office.
His students looked at him with worry as he
made his way to the front.
Miguel had just finished the warm-ups and
stood back in line to allow his Sensei to
stand in the front.
"Alright.
Now that that's over with, let's get to work."
He scanned the rows as he usually did.
"You're here to become badass!
For now, you're a bunch of pansy bitches who
don't know anything.
A bunch of losers, who want to be something
they're not.
But, for those of you who aren't afraid to
rumble with the real king of the jungle, you
will become badass!"
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