Disclaimer: Kickin it would still be on if I owned it.

A 6 year old Jackson Brewer woke up in his Grandfather's house in Japan. His body ached and everything was spinning as he sat up. The child looked around the small 'bedroom', if you could call it that. It was smaller than a little used broom closet and just about as bare. All that was there was a candle, some matches, a wastebasket, an old, thin mattress, one small hole ridden blanket and a chain attached to the floor. The shackles of the chain clung tightly to the boy's ankles, while his clothes hung loosely around his thin, muscular frame. He clutched his stomach as it began to growl loudly.

"Shhh it's OK tummy."

Jack said in a cute 6-year-old voice.

"I'll do really good in practice today, and maybe we'll get some extra bread! But you gotta be quiet, OK. If Grandpa find out you are acting up, then we won't get anything to eat today!"

Satisfied with his lecture, Jack looked away from his stomach. It was close to wake-up time, and he had to start his routine. If he wanted his Grandpa to give him extra bread, he'd need a little bit of bribery. He began by making his bed. It wasn't much, but his Grandpa hated it when his bed wasn't made. He pulled the raggedy blanket over the shaggy mattress and laid it so there were no wrinkles, just like his Grandpa liked. He then went over to his candle and lit the wick with one of the matches he was given as a reward for learning a new kata. His Grandfather hated it when the room wasn't lit when he came to remove the shackles, if he had put them on the last night. Just as he was placing the match in the wastebasket, his door creaked open. He looked up as his Grandfather walked in the room and look at him with a piercing gaze.

"What do you think you're doing just sitting there gawking! Stand when I enter the room!"

Jack tried to stand at attention, but fell down when he was half way up. He was too far away from where the shackles were attached and he didn't have enough slack to stand. He quickly crawled over to his Grandfather and was finally able to stand unhindered. But- he took to long.

-I'm gonna leave the rest of this scene to your imagination because I just can't write a kid being hurt in the present tense. We may come back to this later, though, 'cause past tense is fine with me!-

-7 years later-

"Young Jackson you came to me 9 years ago as a white belt child. And now you leave me as a second degree black belt student. It took a lot of hard work, and I wasn't sure you were going to make it, but you did. Congratulations, and good luck in your new home. I hope our paths can cross again soon."

Though Jack's Grandfather was smiling and being kind, Jack saw the evil glint in his eyes. He heard the hidden message in his words. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to protest them. He just smiled back and bowed to his master before turning around and boarding the plane that would take him to freedom. He was 13 years old and was flying by himself to his hometown, Seaford, California. After his Grandfather finished training him, he decided to send him off. He had heard of a place in Seaford called the Seaford Home for Boys and figured he'd send him there. He had called and made all of the arrangements for the boy to go live there ahead of time. Jack wasn't sure what to expect. His Grandfather wouldn't tell him anything before he boarded the plane, so Jack worried that it was not as nice a place as the website said. It didn't matter to him, though. Any thing would be better than this place. At least here he could go outside, and see other kids.

"Kids!"

Jack couldn't help but wonder, what were other kids like. He hadn't actually seen another one since he was 4, and he was 13 now!

"Maybe they are similar to me?"

But, somehow, he doubted that. He didn't know how normal kids acted, but he was fairly certain that they weren't afraid of their guardians. It scared him.

"What if they hit me just like Grandfather? Or what if they hate me because I am weak, just like Grandfather said. I did allow him to use me as a punching bag, despite being a second degree black belt!"

Frantic thoughts about what if ran through his mind. What he was once excited about, he was now fearful of. He didn't want to be hit again! Or shunned. It was terrifying.

"What if the adults are like that, too? What if I do something wrong and they get angry? I don't know the customs here! I don't know what's right or wrong!"

As these terrifying thoughts raced around his head, he fell into an uneasy sleep.

Hiya! Just a new fic idea I wanted to try out. I love torturing my MCs. Please tell me what you think, OK.