Tainted Love||Robby Keene

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"Good afternoon, students. Today we will be having a very special type of lesson," Kreese then started pacing back and forth slowly, "Since your time here; you've learned nothing but offensive. However, if we want to beat Miyagi-Do; we need to think like Miyagi-Do." Immediately looks were exchanged among the students as they stood in their rows. In walked Robby, dressed in a karate gi.

"What're you doing here?" Hawk questioned. "I'm here to teach today's lesson." Robby replied, as he joined Kreese in the front of the dojo. "Yeah? And who says we need you?" Tory spat. "As sensai Kreese said, if we want to beat Miyagi-Do; then we need to think like them. What better way to know how to think like them than learning from an ex-student?" He arched his brow.

"I see that you guys look uneasy about this," Kreese started, "But trust me; he knows what he's doing." Kreese then looked to Robby and gave him a single head nod, signifying he has his back. Robby didn't exactly trust Kreese completely, but he is providing him a place to sleep and he was the only one who visited him in juvie.

Robby just turned his attention away from him, and looked back to the students. "I was Daniel LaRusso's one and only student, with that said, he trusted me with everything he knew. I'm going to teach you guys the ins and outs of Miyagi-Do. You'll learn every secret, and any counterattacks they may have up their sleeves. I will teach you all everything I know, because we're going to win; whatever it takes."

Meanwhile, Alice was roaming the apartment complex. The exterior was dark, the green bushes being the only form of vibrancy. She cringed as she looked around at the small dull, old buildings. "Look who it is." A voice cooed. She turned around, only to be met with the presence of Trey. "Oh," She rolled her eyes, "It's you." "In the flesh," He smiled, "So, you live here?" "Why does it matter where I live? Didn't Robby warn you about coming near me?" She sharply questioned.

"I don't take orders from no one. Keene used to live here, that's how you know him, huh? You'd come over and do some business with him." "What? You jealous he never put out for you, tiger?" She sarcastically pouted her lip. He looked at her for a beat, then laughed, "You're funny, I like you." She scanned him up and down, "Good for you." "What're you doing right now?" "Writing a biography," She replied sarcastically, "What does it look like I'm doing?" He chuckled, "You smoke?"

She arched her brow, "What kind of personal question is that?" He smirked as he pulled a wax pen out of his pocket, "You know how to use this?" "Don't insult my intelligence." She crossed her arms. "Here," He handed it to her, "Take a hit then." She rolled her eyes as she grabbed the damn thing. He's making this a bigger deal than it has to be, she thought. She put the piece in her mouth, held the button, and inhaled deeply. "Alice!" A voice boomed.

It didn't startle Alice one bit, since she knew who the voice belonged to. So, she chose to ignore her mother and continue smoking. "What're you doing?!" Her mother questioned. Alice handed the pen back to Trey, as she held the smoke in for a few seconds. "You're smoking?! Do you know what that'll do to your lungs?!" She pressed. Alice slowly exhaled as she shifted her weight to her right side.

"You live in a smog infested city, I'm sure your lungs are in far worse shape than mine." Alice spat. Trey pressed his lips together to hold back his laughter. Her mother's eyes widened at her daughter's remark. "Don't pretend like you care now. Shouldn't you be at work anyways? Don't worry about me, get yourself in check." Alice snapped. "Alice, these drugs aren't good for you!" "Oh, because you're sober, right?" Alice arched her brow. She knew her mother wasn't, she's a pill popping alcoholic.

Her mother stiffened at the question, which caused Alice to stare her mother down. A battle in which she won, as her mother hurried out the door and exited the complex; hours late to work. Alice recalled the sounds of her mother tripping and dropping things last night, since she was drunk off her ass. She came home way past midnight out at who knows where, doing God knows what. Alice didn't care though, not one bit. The more she didn't have to see her mother, the better.