My Karate Kid (Daniel LaRusso x oc)

Chapter 8-Mr Miyagi

"God, I'm so stupid." I said with a soft sigh, sitting in front of Daniel, who was laying on the cot in Mr Miyagi's room.

"You not stupid. Boy stupid for getting self in mess." Mr Miyagi said, dipping a rag in cold water. I moved a few hairs out of Daniel's face, avoiding the bruises that were appearing.

"I shouldn't have bothered him. If I never met him, he wouldn't be in this mess." Mr Miyagi gently rested the cloth on Daniel's forehead, scaring Daniel awake.

"Ah, leave on." Mr Miyagi warned as Daniel tried to remove the cloth. Daniel looked over at Mr Miyagi, slightly frightened before relaxing.

"What is this? It stinks." Daniel asked, his face contorted in a look of disgust.

"Smell bad. Heal good." I was quiet as I sat near Daniel, fiddling with my hands. Daniel looked around a bit, seeming confused.

"Hey, where'd Spiderman go?" He asked, looking at Mr Miyagi.

"Hm?" Mr Miyagi asked, confused.

"That guy. The guy who bailed me out, where'd he go?" Mr Miyagi didn't respond, causing Danie to look at me.

"You?" He mouthed. I gave him a small shrug before guestered towards Mr Miyagi.

"Wait, you?" Daniel asked, confused. Mr Miyagi nodded, setting down his tea pot. "No way." Daniel said, laying back.

"Why no way?" Mr Miyagi asked, not looking at Daniel.

"Because, because-"

"Because old man?" Mr Miyagi chucked a bit before gesturing towards his tea. "Have tea. Feel better." Daniel took a breath, still laying down before Mr Miyagi guestered for him to sit up.

Daniel groaned as he sat up, the old wooden cot creaking as he did so. Mr Miyagi guestered for me to sit closer, so I sat next to Daniel on the wooden bed as Mr Miyagi handed him tea. Daniel tried holding the mug sideways, but Mr Miyagi corrected him by moving his hand underneath the cup.

Mr Miyagi handed me a cup before taking the last one himself. Daniel and I drank at the same time as Mr Miyagi, although Daniel was hesitant.

"How come you didn't tell me?" Daniel asked as he moved the cup from his mouth.

"Tell what?" Mr Miyagi asked rather than answering.

"That you knew karate." I looked at Mr Miyagi, who seemed to be thinking.

"You never ask." He responded simply.

"Where'd you learn?" Daniel asked, making me smile a bit.

"Father." Daniel looked over at me, and I shrugged simply.

"I thought he was a fisherman." Daniel spoke, sounding a bit sceptical. Mr Miyagi sighed, setting his cup down softly.

"In Okinawa, all Miyagi know two things. Fish and karate. Karate come from China, sixteenth century. Called te, hand. Much later, miyagi ancestors call karate, empty hand." Daniel made a funny face.

"I thought it came from buddhist temples." Mr Miyagi raised an eyebrow as I chuckled.

"You, too much tv." Daniel chuckled as Mr Miyagi took the towel from him and dipped it back into the bowl of water.

"That's what my ma tells me... have you ever taught anyone?" Mr Miyagi paused, holding the towel to Daniels cheek, glancing at me for a split second before answering.

"Hai, one person." He responded. Daniel looked at him.

"Who?"

"Me." Daniel looked over at me, his eyes filled with confusion and shock. "Back when I first moved here, I was bullied by some girls in school. I practically begged Mr Miyagi to teach me so I could learn how to defend myself. So he did." Daniel looked over to Mr Miyagi.