𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐈𝐗. no glory without pain

JIEUN WASN'T LOYAL TO COBRA KAI, TERRY SILVER noticed that almost instantly. And he found it annoying, how she came into the dojo after days, no, weeks, of not showing with a refined look of innocence.

She pulled the wool over everyone's eyes for months, telling tales and excuses. She was the leading lady of all her dramas until he glimpsed at the curtains and the stage lights. He spotted the repetition of her themes, of her script. Really, she should have diversified more.

He knew her. More than she knew.

"She's a liability," Terry said, trying to sound stern.

Ben found himself irritated with a blank expression. He had helped Terry start his company, DynaTox Industries, in exchange he took well over thirty percent.

And when Terry brought up a new proposal he always went to Ben first, his business was sketchy after all. But, if something were to happen to Ben, he'd go right down with him.

"I told you. She stays. I honor my word."

"Your word. Not mine," he muttered as he walked away.

Terry walked down the hallway, muffled shuffling paraded his ears. Just before she could shut the door, he stopped. Turning his head, he stared at her through the crack, almost glaring.

Telling her she'd have to fear him the most.

It was all meticulously planned, have Cobra Kai be hell for her and she'd eventually leave.

Then that brat Robby Keene had to fall in love, deeming her to stay a little longer.

So what better way to get rid of her? Anonymously send reports of what's been on her mind the most, of course.

After the note with the name Eun-taek written on it and the badge number, another came. The morning after prom, it had been lodged inside her window sill.

A photo of her father, posing in front of a group of people ― all, including him, wearing police uniforms. And on his tag, the name Eun-taek.

The photo had created a shift inside her and left her with a nagging little voice in the back of her mind that said maybe her misery wasn't written in the stars. Perhaps she wasn't fated to spend her life alone in the darkness. Maybe she could have some color in her life again because even though it didn't make sense, it still gave her hope she was one step closer.

Ben kept his head down and his nose tucked in a glass of whiskey, his index finger continuously holding his bandaged abdomen ❨ Jieun asked no questions ❩ and that voice in her head, the one that sounded suspiciously similar to the something-year-old man with eyes the same color as the waters surrounding the house her and her father dreamed of living on, once upon a time.

She found herself approaching the patio and hesitantly taking a seat across from him.

From what figured out in the past months of living with him, Ben, like her, was a loner. She was less hostile, sure. Didn't have resting bitch face down like he did either, but she was a loner nonetheless.

At the sound of the chair legs dragging against the wooden floor, he looked up at her.

"How do you feel?" Her voice was quiet. Sheepish, even.

"It hurts." Ben tilted his head to one side, watching her with narrowed eyes and a crinkled brow. "It's a long time since I've been stabbed. It hurts." He shifted his eyes to the glass, "I had forgotten... how much it hurt." He was smiling now.

She freezes, what could she possibly respond to that? So, even though her mouth opens, she said nothing at all. Just nodded her head.

"Kreese sent me a photo." She handed the photo to him. That was a bad idea, his eyes went hard. "Eun-taek. No..." Ben turned slowly at the sound of Jieun's hesitant voice. "Was my Dad a cop?"

His expression morphs from suspicious to quizzical, the silence that was surrounding them before having seemingly disappeared. "Yes." She stares at him as she thinks something over in her mind, "Jihyun was a cop." He nodded his head reassuringly. "He was sent to take down our organization. But he flipped to our side, and became a designer with my help."

His statement gave her a pause. "I told you before... that he saved my life."

Her cheeks heat and anxiety churned her gut. "I didn't even know my father's real name." Her mouth falls open. "Two names. Two identities." She looks up at him. "Must be why he always looked like he was at the edge of a cliff."

"That's how you look now." He said, eyes trained on the rim of his glass, now empty. "Do you feel like you're on a cliff?" She swallowed, "whenever he had time, he'd disappear somewhere by himself. I assumed it was a girl. One day, I happened to come across him. So I followed him. I was worried that he was seeing someone shady. But I just turned around and left. If she could make him smile like that, it didn't matter who she was. I found out later..." He shook his head, tears brimming his sockets before shaking his head. "That you were in there."

Her gaze shot to her lap, her palms sweating feverishly. "Your dad is Kang Jihyun. He lived and died as a member of the organization." She snuck a glance back at him, with tear-stained cheeks and red eyes. "Don't lose focus. Don't forget how you got here."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Anger rose in her body.

"Because you need conviction. I wanted you to find the answer yourself." Hesitantly, he pulls out his chair, and slumps to where his elbows hit his knees. "Jieun. Is there still more to confirm? Or..." Lifts his head to her, "Are you hesitating?"

JIEUN WAS IN THE CHANGING ROOM, waiting for the Cobra Kai girls to finish changing so she could prepare herself without anyone seeing. After five minutes she could imagine the future events, unraveling like loosened bandages.

Three or four girls had got changed and ambled into the waiting room where all the dojo's grouped before making their way to the gym to represent their dojo.

She figured she would now put on the gi she had brought in the privacy of the solitary toilet cubicle. "So," she heard a voice say expectantly, "Is this the part where we go our separate ways?"

The hollow resonant sound of chatter from outside the doors echoed in the cool air of the changing room, Jieun took a deep breath, "This is getting repetitive, Tweety." A long pause. Then, another noisy exhale left Tory's lips, this one much longer. But Jieun did not open the door. "Ignoring me won't make me disappear. You know that."

She did. "I was going to tell you." She muttered under her breath, making her way toward the stall door, opening it.

Tory leveled her with a look. Then, she peeked around, "You're a lot of things, Jiji, but you're not a liar." She told her friend, some unusual coldness leaving her voice. "Why did you join Cobra Kai just to leave?"

Jieun's gaze bounced from behind her to her face, and Tory's eyebrows were raised. "It's complicated." She gritted out between her teeth. She moved her body around her friend, refusing to face her. That would mean letting her win whatever game she was playing. "Like, a little more than a five-minute conversation, complicated."

She released a breath and then looked around them one more time before getting herself situated. "Tory," she said, "I'm sorry I haven't told you everything, I was going nowhere on my own and ―" she takes a breath, calming her nerves. "I wanted to handle it first."

"What you need to realize is that you're in over your head."

"You've already done more than I can ever thank you for." Jieun's voice broke, and she couldn't take it anymore. "Kreese promised me a few things, that was the deal and it was purely selfish on my part but I got what I needed. I don't need to stay anymore."

"How many times do we have to say to each other, I got you," she said firmly.

"I ―"

"You're not in this alone anymore, Tweety. I get that this feels like just another curveball coming from me. I do. And I'm fucking sorry for that. But I'm on your team, whether you want me or not. And you've saved me more than you realize."

"Knock knock!" A cheery, heavily fake accented call came from the door.

Tory grabbed Jieun and tucked her behind her back to face the threat. The girl couldn't have been more than five feet tall. She was slim and with a bright, nosy smile. There was a silver tekko. "I heard lots of yelling and came to investigate."

"No one was yelling," Tory choked the words out.

"I was hoping for a lovers' quarrel."

"No lovers' quarrel," She insisted, trying to get Jieun back in the stall as the girl tried her best to take a glance behind the blonde girl. "Sorry if we were... loud."

"Eh." Devon Lee beamed. "Nothing like a good catfight before the big tournament, right?"

"ROBBY," KREESE CALLED OUT, RIGHT before the group was to go out and represent their dojo, "where's Jiji?"

Robby shifts, his gaze not faltering as he, too, was looking for the girl. "Um, I'm not sure."

"Oh, you're not sure?" Robby noticed the slight change in his tone that signaled the switch to the voice he only used in rare situations. The one that was just as dry and cold but that would now come with an extra layer of disdain and distance. The one that would soon lead to a scowl. Robby didn't even need to turn and take a look at him to know that. "Are you not her boyfriend?"

"That doesn't mean I have a tracker on her."

The crowd's cheers after Eagle Fang's dojo was announced rattled the waiting room. "If she doesn't show before we get out there, she's disqualified."

This statement sent a new wave of disbelief rushing through his body, freezing the blood in his veins. "Woah, I mean, she's probably just running late." Kreese, after releasing an impatient sigh, simply nodded and left the boy, who turned to see Yujin stretching not too far behind him, "Hey, do you know where Jiji is?"

A sour tang filled his mouth like he'd been sucking on pocket change.

Back straight, he lifted his chin and crossed his arms to bring the gi closer to him. It was instinctive, a defensive posture he made a habit from everything he encountered, as though he could protect himself against his show of worry for the girl.

"Jieun." It's a statement, not an answer. "She's not coming."

Robby stops, does a half-turn, then frowned in his direction. "What?"

Yujin scowled ― a storm darkening the landscape of his face. "Sometimes situations allow a person's inner light to shine."

"Stop being cryptic, what the hell are you not telling me?" He said, facing him head-on, attempting to stare him down.

"I told you already. She's not coming. Not out there, with us."

"With us?"

"Yeah," he said. "She's not here because she's not representing us," Robby mutters something under his breath. Yujin rolled his eyes, he thought he was as blunt as possible. "Ben is a master manipulator, I've told you this. It was only a matter of time."

There was a pause, a choke on Robby's end. He paused again, absorbing and analyzing what Yujin was telling him. He said something that sounded like Ben? under his breath. In a low whisper, he asked, "All that stuff about him helping me. The deal. She was in on it?" He asked the question so hesitantly, so slowly if it was possible for Yujin to feel sorry for him even more ― it wasn't, that was a fact ― he would have.

"Don't let it get to you, win this thing and worry about it later."

Robby, for the rest of the waiting time, was too upset to talk to anyone, especially Yujin or Tory, before he and the group headed to the floor, he had an overwhelming feeling of betrayal as well as hurt.

"Every year, a new dojo rises the ranks. Eagle Fang Karate isn't the only newcomer to join us today. Please welcome Scorpion's Eye Dojo!" Jieun and Ben walked out slowly, gray gi, no sleeves, and a hood attached to hide Jieun's face well from her opponents. Two scorpion's at the end of each other were located on the back of the uniform. "Led by Sensei Ben Sparrow!"

When Jieun overlooked the fighting areas that were made up of vibrant blue and red tatami mats and saw the number of fighters that had traveled from every part of California, the scale of the event produced an anxious jabbing pain in her gut.

Scorpion's Eye was nobodies, it was her against competitors within her, or even higher, ranks, strong contenders.

Jieun, as she followed Ben to their area on the mat, closed her eyes as she reflected on the long road she had traveled in getting to this point ― and the sacrifices she had made. The anxious pain in her gut began to fade and before long her hand flew to her hood, gently exposing her face to her opponents.

Frozen, stood the Cobra Kai students, as if her dark aura completely enveloped them as she walked past. And it wasn't difficult for her to sense the fear she felt from the Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang dojos, either.

The crowd cheered wildly as the opener continued, "At the end of the day, only one of these dojos can be crowned Grand Champion." Jieun looked across to Robby, who just bared his teeth and clenched his fist. "Welcome, to the 51st annual All Valley Under-18 Karate Tournament!"

Jieun and Ben returned to their bench. Her eyes opened as a hum of excitement filled her ears. "They're giving pep talks." Ben chuckled.

She anticipated that he was about to tell her some bullshit confidence speech the others were hearing, but still, all she got from him were remarks on how stupid he thought the others were. "Do you think I'm ready?" She mumbled as the first feelings of self-doubt crept in. "I've already hurt them enough..."

The surprise left Ben barely able to talk. He had expected that Jieun Kang would retain her composure, especially when she had joined his organization fighting men ten times her size, ten times the size of any of the losers she was contending against.

Ben smiled. "I've prepared you enough," he replied, "and as for them, they'll get over it. No one can stay mad at you for long."

"Robby?" She asked.

"Will forgive you, eventually."

"Okay," she mumbled, suppressing her urge to run after Robby, apologize, and explain everything, from start to finish. This was the moment for which she had endured years of mental and physical discomfort. But there was no time to reflect, now she had to prove to herself, and to others, that she was worthy to line up alongside some of the best karate fighters in her state.

"What about you, huh?" She grinned, setting her water bottle down, "You think you gonna be okay out here with those sensei's you hate so much?"

"I have my doubts." He scowled but wiped his hand across his chin anyway. "They're annoying, my ears will bleed."

She chuckled, "C'mon, you're like a cockroach. When we're all dead, you're still gonna be crawling around the garbage, saying mean shit to all the other roaches."

His lips tilt into a cocky smirk, patting her back as they announce the skills portion of the match.

Conceitedly, she was surprised that her 'team' had not only survived with just her but she was performing better, much better than she had anticipated. By the evening, she had progressed to the qualifier rounds.

No one dared speak of the possibility of Jieun making it to the quarter-finals for fear of her grouping against Tory, or worse, Sam.

She had already gone out and won her fight against some of the All-Star karate girls in her usual efficient, no-nonsense manner, she in her overly confident way, strolled lethargically onto the mat. It was evident she regarded her opponents with loathing. Wanting to laugh over the fact they had paired her with less experienced fighters, who moved around and feinted attacks to draw a reaction.

Third place, her arrogance, on and off the mat had won her a few enemies. There were many, even amongst her admirers, who wanted her taken down a peg or two.

But it got her to third place in the quarter-finals, and after defeating a girl she was against Sam LaRusso.

She was face to face with Miyagi-do's best fighter. And though Sam may have competed longer than her, Jieun had a reputation for being cunning and cagey.

Sam started the bout by moving forward aggressively to intimidate her. She immediately reacted with a counterpunch that she had just about evaded. As her fist brushed the side of her head, Sam's eyes betrayed a sudden hesitance.

Jieun pressed on, combining feet with fists in her attack. In desperation Sam lashed out with an open hand and caught her squarely in the mouth, pushing her upper lip against the sharp edges of her teeth.

The referee halted the match and called for the medic to examine the small gash at the edge of Jieun's mouth. The doctor placed a plaster on the wound as he announced that the cut would have to be stitched but it could wait until after the bout.

"No glory without pain," Ben warned, "you asked me what our motto was, that's it." She winced as the medic put ointment on her lip. "You're the better fighter, finish her."

The referee asked if Jieun was okay to continue. She nodded, as she was sure she would have her opponent's measure once the bout restarted. The referee turned and gave a private warning about proper control to Sam who then raised an eyebrow and scowled in Jieun's direction. She merely glowered at her in response.

The delay in the resumption of the fight was agonizing for Jieun. She felt embarrassed that she had been caught out by a technique that had caused her a disproportionate amount of damage when compared to its feeble execution. All she needed was the opportunity to make amends.

A bell sounded and a disembodied voice announced that thirty seconds were remaining. Again Jieun attacked and she retreated. Determined to win, Jieun sprang forward and delivered a solid punch that landed just below her throat.

Sam yelled out and confused her as she was sure the blow had landed away from her windpipe. Holding her fist in the air, she raced back to her line. The referee at first appeared confused, before he awarded a half point ― to Sam.

Shocked, she looked back to Ben, having no idea of what technique she was supposed to have landed on her.

She only had one more shot, and how embarrassing would it be to lose to Sam LaRusso?

Their names were announced once more to the crowd, and as their polite applause faded Jieun was still unsure of her tactics as she did not feel that she could go all out against Sam with her usual aggressive style.

She heard Daniel LaRusso, who oversaw the hesitation proceedings and called out to Sam, spewing words of encouragement. The initial cheers of the crowd slowed and then there was nothing except for Sam and her.

She had never felt like this in a fight before. They moved around, testing each other out and watching each other's eyes, oblivious to anyone or anything else.

There was a strange harmony about their movements: they knew each other so well and had trained for so long that they both effortlessly anticipated one another's next move. Feeling relaxed, because she was not bothered about which one of them won, she attacked with a combination of punches that she anticipated Sam would avoid before she tried to catch her with a kick to the stomach.

She punched with her front hand and pushing forward Jieun followed it up with a reverse punch to her face before Jieun launched her kick. But Sam had not evaded her attack and her second punch caught her squarely on the jaw.

On this occasion, Jieun was glad that she was not wearing hand pads as the muscles in her arm tightened the instant her knuckles touched Sam's flesh and she managed to pull back the punch before it was delivered with full force. Sam's head snapped back. It was as if her feet were cemented to the floor as her spine arched backward.

She heard "Yame!" and stopped immediately.

Jieun looked at Sam and saw that strange look in her eyes. She did not know if she was asking her whether she wanted the title so badly that she would hurt her, or if she was asking herself what was she doing there. She had seen her do this sort of thing before ― though never during a contest ― when her mind seemed to wander off to somewhere very far away with a disconcerting suddenness and Jieun kept looking at her for some indication that she was aware of what was going on.

The referee's hand shot in Jieun's direction and indicated that she had been awarded a point, but at that moment she almost asked him to take it back; she did not want it.

Sam gave her a thin nod and her eyes looked clear again. She attacked her with a rapid kick, which jolted Jieun back into fighting mode, and the rest of the bout was far more frenetic. To most of the onlookers it may have looked as though they were fighting in earnest, but the match became something malice, with techniques being thrown with real venom.

Jieun stepped in to deliver a punch to Sam's chin before sweeping her supporting leg from under her. Sam hit the ground, legs, and arms sprawled out, as she quickly followed up by stamping on her stomach. The technique was controlled, hard enough to hurt, but not enough to injure.

When the final bell rang Jieun was the champion.

And with her luck, of course, she was against Tory Nichols.

Tory was tall, fast, and wearing a newly acquired confidence for making it this far. The fight was just how Jieun wanted it: fast and furious. They had slugged it out quite ferociously until it ended as a draw.

A 'sudden death' extension was announced; the next to score would be the winner. Jieun was confident, as she had figured out Tory's tactics and thought she would have won the match if she'd had just a little more time.

Tory came at her with a fast combination which finished with a kick to her head, but with a move that was reminiscent of her fight with Yujin in the arena, she had avoided her punches and stepped inside the kick to deliver a winning score right on the point of her chin.

She had won, or so she thought for a split-second before Tory quickly rolled around the mat, kicking Jieun's legs from under her ― just as she did with Sam.

Tory grabbed the grey canvas collar of Jieun's gi with one hand and threw a controlled punch with the other. Jieun blocked Tory's technique with an exaggerated movement. Pulling her closer, her elbow stopped short of her chin, vital striking points.

Jieun's teeth were clamped shut as she anticipated her next move. Tory's forearm made contact with her jaw and turned her head. Grabbing her hand which gripped her gi, Jieun was twisted and turned before being swept off her feet.

Although disorientated as she hit the mat floor, she still had the awareness to tense her stomach before Tory's stamping kick landed with a thud on her midsection.

"Point. Winner!"

Any feelings of satisfaction brought about by Tory's victory had been tempered by the sight of Jieun wincing as the medic inspected her abdomen.

But when she turned to see her, Tory smiled sadly, lifting the impressive trophy she had just won, a smile flickered across Jieun's beat-up face.

JIEUN HID IN THE CHANGING ROOMS, wrapping and unwrapping her wrists. The sound of the doors opening caught her attention, and her stomach flipped as she breathed in the sight of him.

Her mouth ran dry. Why now? She was convinced she had a few more days before she was confronted with him.

She looked at his facial profile, at the sharp lines of his cheekbones to the slight crookedness of his nose to the gentle wave of his chestnut brown hair. Then he turned and she couldn't look away.

Neither say a thing, so Jieun turned and looked at the small window vent just above her. The sun was setting, the sky was beautiful tonight. It's like a watercolor painting of bleeding reds, purples, and oranges, with birds flying like little black silhouettes that had been stenciled straight onto it.

"Sunsets always remind me of you."

She froze as she was assaulted by images of the two of them wrapped in each other as they watched the sun sink over the grasslands on her patio in the building she and Ben hid him in.

"Do you remember, Jieun?" He whispered. "Do you remember watching the sunsets with me?"

She couldn't breathe.

She could feel him watching her, but she doesn't turn to look at him. She didn't want him to see how his words have undone her or the pain on her face from hearing him talk about the only time in her life that she had ever been happy.

The memories hurt too much, now.

"I remember."

He fell silent, but she can still feel the burn of his gaze on the side of her face. For the last few hours, they've managed to avoid each other. They haven't tried to reminisce about old times or brought up the fact that she had betrayed him. Not until now.

And all of a sudden, she felt the shift in the atmosphere.  

"Why did you do it, Jiji?" 

There it was.

The question she hoped she'd never have to answer. The question she asked herself every night since agreeing to bring back Scorpion's Eye. When she would climb into a cold bed and try to imagine the feeling of his arms around her to help her go to sleep.  

She squeezed her eyes shut.

He didn't have to say anything more for her to understand what he was asking, but he does anyway. "Did our relationship not mean as much to you as it did to me? Did you not like me anymore? Did you ever even like me at all?" She could hear the hurt and desperation in his voice, his need for her to answer his questions, but she can't. "Were you even going to tell me?"

She couldn't have this conversation with him. Not now, not ever. But it broke her heart that he thought she never liked him.

"More than anything."  

"Then why did you do it?" 

She shook her head, pain slicing through her. She didn't want to remember the day she agreed to all of this, the way her heart splintered at the thought.

She gripped her heart. This was too much.

"I can't talk about this with you." Her eyes were still locked on the scene outside the window, but the sunset has long given way to darkness.

"Bullshit," he snapped, angry now. 

But still, she says nothing. 

"You're breaking my heart, Jiji," he whispered, coming to stand in front of her and forcing her to meet his eyes. "You're ripping it straight out of my chest and you're not even telling me why. Please, will you just talk to me about this, or are you the same coward now as you were back then?"

Until now, she's only seen him angry on the mat. But that was nothing compared to the rage and hurt she saw on his face now.

The grief, the anguish, the sheer, unadulterated irritation. His eyes radiated with it all. It made him look like a different man altogether.  

"You don't even have the courage to break up with me," he said, shaking his head as he dragged a calloused palm down his face. 

"I'm not," she said, the words coming out strangled and breathless. 

He scoffed. "More bullshit." 

Tears burned in her eyes and she didn't even try to blink them away. "I don't want to lose you," She sucked in a deep breath, "I knew that if I saw you, I wouldn't have been able to tell you. I'd just back out." She stood up and pushed past him, desperate to put distance between them. But a large hand closed around her wrist. The touch of his skin on her sent electricity humming through her and renders me paralyzed.  

"You're not going anywhere," he warned. "Not until we've had this conversation. I know how much you love running away, but I don't give a damn how hard it is for you right now, because I guarantee whatever discomfort you feel at having to answer my questions is nothing compared to the pain you're putting me through." 

And now he's not the only one who's angry.  

Like a switch that's been flicked, her eyes snapped to his and the despair she was feeling just seconds ago morphed into white-hot rage. 

"You think this isn't fucking hurt me too? Do you think that doing what I did didn't break my heart too? Jesus, Robby, I've ached for you every second of every day. It's killing me that I hurt you." He towered over her, his eyes ablaze with tortured fury, but she doesn't look away. If he's so damn desperate to have this conversation, then so fucking be it. "You really think I'm doing this on purpose?"

He half-heartedly laughs. "I thought we loved each other enough to get through anything, but I obviously couldn't have been more wrong given how easy it was for you to leave me." 

His words destroyed her. 

"You've got it all wrong." I shook her head. "My life, Robby, is more than some stupid karate match."

He froze. "Then what is it?" He choked, the sound something close to a sob. She kept her gaze trained on his shirt, knowing if she were to look into his eyes right now and see tears that she would break. "Why didn't you just tell me? Why couldn't we have taken a trip to the overlook and talked? No, actually, I don't even care about the overlook. We could have gone fucking anywhere, wherever you wanted to go. I'd have followed you to the ends of the Earth. I only ever cared about us being together."

"I didn't do this to hurt you." She looked up at him then and when she saw the shine in his eyes, her hand lifted of its own accord and cupped his cheek. "Don't you see? Kreese gave me a deal, now it's done, I got what I needed."

For a long moment, they stood and stared at each other, her thumb gently stroking back and forth on his cheek. His eyes closed and he lowered his forehead to press against hers. 

"God, I'm so angry with you," he said, but there was no trace of it left in his voice.  

"I know," She whispered. "That's exactly why..." She doesn't know what she's saying. "You deserve so much more than I could ever give you. I have too much baggage."

And nothing more needed to be said.

He got the answers he wanted and she hoped they brought him the closure he needed.

Jieun, for as long as she could remember, was in love with love.

What's that phrase? If you love someone, set them free?

Maybe now he could move on properly and give his heart completely to someone else. He can call them babe or baby, just as long as he doesn't call them pretty girl.

That one would always belong to her.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

STRIKE FIRST, STRIKE HARD, NO MERCY is basic, it's boring. NO GLORY WITHOUT PAIN is smart, its original and its terrifying !

did u really think i was going to have jiji and robby be happy for so long

so evil i know

but oh my god s5 is next ?????? how crazy is that !!

also if my fight scenes sound similiar to my other ones its probably bc i literally cant come up with anything else so i literally had to take inspo of my own writing X_X

how was this ch tho, too rushed?? i felt like it was, also i wanted to have jiji leave with miguel but i think i might have other plans with her, tory and sam !!

much love,