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Mila stepped off the plane and into the bright, bustling streets of Barcelona, a mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through her veins. It felt surreal to be out of juvie and back with her friends, ready to fight for something meaningful. Kenny, Johnny, and Miguel walked beside her as they approached their hotel, the grand building looming ahead, promising both rest and the weight of the upcoming competition.

As they stepped into the lobby, Mila's eyes widened at the sight of the intricate designs and gleaming marble floors. She felt a renewed sense of purpose. This wasn't just another stop-it was the next chapter in her story. The group rode the elevator up to their floor, and as the doors opened, Mila saw the familiar faces of her Miyagi-Do teammates gathered in the hotel room.

Johnny strode in confidently, his voice booming. "We're back, bitches! Eager to kick ass. Who's ready to win this thing?"

Mila followed closely behind him, bouncing on her toes and throwing her hands into the air with excitement. "And I'm out of juvie, bitches!" she exclaimed, her grin spreading from ear to ear.

Her announcement was met with a mix of surprise and relief, but Devon didn't hesitate for a second. She shot up from her spot on the couch and bolted toward Mila, her arms wrapping tightly around her in a fierce hug. "Mila! Oh my god, I missed you so much!" Devon's voice cracked, the emotion clear in her tone.

Mila hugged her back just as tightly, a laugh bubbling from her chest. "Missed you too, Dev," she said warmly. Despite everything, this moment felt right-like a piece of her life falling back into place.

When Devon finally pulled away, Mila noticed the odd energy in the room. The rest of the group looked tense, their faces etched with concern. The usual banter and excitement were missing, replaced by something unspoken yet heavy. Mila's brow furrowed as she glanced around. "What's with all the sad faces? I know Marisol is in Cobra Kai," she said, attempting to lighten the mood.

Devon hesitated, her eyes darting away. "It's... not that, Mila," she said quietly, her voice uncertain.

Johnny, oblivious to the tension, leaned in and asked loudly, "What crawled up everyone's butts?"

Daniel, who had been sitting nearby, stood and gestured to Johnny and Chozen. "Johnny, let's step outside for a moment," he said in a low voice, exchanging a knowing look with Chozen. The three of them slipped out, leaving the teens alone to deal with the brewing storm.

Mila crossed her arms, her patience wearing thin. "All right, who's gonna talk?" she demanded, her gaze sweeping over her teammates. "Someone start explaining, because this silence is killing me."

"Yeah, this is... really awkward," Kenny muttered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Hawk finally broke the silence, his tone flat and serious. "Silver's back," he revealed.

Mila's heart skipped a beat, and her jaw dropped. "What!?" she practically shouted. "He's-he's working with Kreese again? Marisol's stuck with him!?" Panic laced her words as her mind raced through worst-case scenarios.

Sam stepped in quickly, trying to calm her down. "No, no. Silver bought Iron Dragons. He's not with Kreese. He's... helping their Sensei," she explained carefully.

Mila blinked in disbelief, the gravity of the situation settling over her. "That's not good," she muttered, shaking her head. "That's really, really not good."

Devon hesitated before stepping closer, guilt evident in her expression. "Mila, I... I just want to say I'm sorry," she began, her voice shaking. "For kissing you. I was out of line, and you didn't deserve that. I'm so, so sorry."

Mila sighed, her anger dissipating as she looked into Devon's remorseful eyes. "Devon, it's okay. Really," she said softly, pulling her into another hug. "You don't have to keep apologizing. I know you didn't mean anything by it."

The two held onto each other for a moment, and when they broke apart, the tension between them seemed to lift. But before anyone could say anything else, Hawk approached, his posture stiff and uncertain. "Mila," he began cautiously, "I just wanted to say-"

Mila held up a hand, cutting him off. "No," she said sharply, stepping back and glaring at him. "Don't fucking talk to me. You're the reason Marisol's back with Cobra Kai."

Hawk froze, his expression hardening. "Are you serious right now?" he shot back, crossing his arms defensively. "Marisol's in Cobra Kai because of you. You went to juvie, Mila. You think that didn't screw her up?"

Mila's eyes narrowed, fury bubbling to the surface. "I may be younger than you, Hawk, but at least I don't have your overinflated ego," she snapped. "You've always been like this-ever since you started in Cobra Kai."

Hawk opened his mouth to argue, but Mila wasn't done. Her voice rose with each word. "You hurt Marisol so many times, and she always forgave you, always went back to you. And now she's back in Cobra Kai, caught in this mess because of you. So don't you dare stand there and blame me. Screw you, Hawk."

The room went deathly silent, the air so thick it was hard to breathe. Kenny and Devon quickly stepped in, grabbing Mila by the arms and pulling her away from the escalating confrontation.

"Come on, Mila," Kenny urged, his voice steady but firm. "Let's cool off."

"Mila, it's not worth it," Devon added, guiding her toward the door.

Mila allowed herself to be led away, though her glare never left Hawk. "He's lucky I don't knock him down a peg right now," she muttered under her breath as they stepped into the hallway.

Behind them, Hawk stood frozen, his fists clenched at his sides and his jaw tight. The silence in the room spoke louder than any words, the fallout of Mila's return leaving ripples of tension in its wake.

Marisol sat on the edge of her hotel bed, staring out at the city lights of Barcelona. Her fingers idly twisted the chain of her necklace, the weight of the day pressing heavily on her shoulders. The distant sound of waves breaking against the shore should have brought her peace, but it only served as a cruel reminder of how far she felt from any sense of calm.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, cutting through the quiet. She glanced over, frowning at the unfamiliar number. A knot tightened in her stomach. It was probably nothing-spam, a wrong number-but something deep inside told her to answer.

She hesitated before picking it up and pressed it to her ear. "Hello?"

The silence on the other end was brief, but it was heavy, charged with a tension she immediately recognized. Then, a voice that felt like a slap to the face came through.

"Hello, darling," purred the cold, mocking tone of Katherine.

Marisol's body went rigid, her pulse quickening. Her free hand clenched into a fist as her jaw tightened. "What the fuck do you want?" she hissed, her voice venomous.

Katherine laughed, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down Marisol's spine. "Such hostility," she said smoothly, as if amused. "Is that any way to greet your mother?"

"You're not my mother," Marisol snapped, venom dripping from her words. "You're a goddamn nightmare."

Katherine's laugh grew louder, sharp and condescending. "Always so dramatic. But let's skip the reunion pleasantries. Meet me at the beach. And don't bring anyone." Her voice lowered, and the tone sent a spike of dread through Marisol. "You won't want to miss this."

Before Marisol could respond, the line went dead.

She stared at the phone in disbelief, her heart hammering. Her instincts screamed at her not to go, but she knew Katherine too well to ignore her. Whatever this was, it wasn't going to end well. She grabbed her jacket, shoved her phone into her pocket, and stormed out of the hotel room, not even bothering to tell anyone where she was going.

The beach was quiet, the faint crash of waves filling the air. The moon cast an eerie glow over the sand, and Marisol spotted two figures standing under a streetlamp in the distance. She slowed her pace as she approached, her breath catching in her throat when she recognized the second figure.

Terry Silver.

Marisol froze, her blood running cold as her heart dropped into her stomach. "How the hell is Terry Silver here?" she said aloud, more to herself than to them. Her eyes darted between the two, her confusion quickly replaced by anger. "Why are you here? Why are either of you here? I could call the cops on both of you right now!"

Silver smirked, his expression calm and calculated. He stepped forward with an air of authority, his hands clasped behind his back. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said, his voice smooth and dripping with condescension. "You see, Mila's out of juvie now. She's here, in Barcelona, isn't she?" His smirk widened as Marisol's jaw tightened. "It would be such a shame if she ended up back there. All it would take is a few well-placed words-maybe a claim that she knew exactly where her dear mother was hiding this entire time."

Marisol's hands curled into fists, her anger boiling over. She turned to Katherine, her glare burning. "You manipulative bitch!" she snapped, shoving Katherine hard in the chest. Katherine stumbled back a step but caught herself, laughing softly.

"There it is," Katherine said, her tone laced with mock admiration. "That fire, that fight. You got that from me."

Marisol's expression twisted with disgust. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm nothing like you." She stepped closer, her voice low and threatening. "Both of you stay the fuck away from Mila. She's not your pawn, and I'm not letting you ruin her life."

Katherine's smirk remained, and she tilted her head slightly. "I'm not the villain you think I am, Marisol. I've always had your best interests at heart."

"Bullshit," Marisol shot back, her voice trembling with rage. Without giving them a chance to respond, she spun around and began walking away, her chest heaving as she tried to calm herself.

Katherine's voice cut through the night like a knife. "We'll talk again soon, Marisol."

Marisol stopped dead in her tracks. She whipped around, her eyes blazing. "If you put one hand on Mila, I won't hold back," she warned, her voice cracking slightly with raw emotion. "You will not make me lose another sister. It's your fault Sophie's gone."

Katherine chuckled softly, unfazed. Her laugh was cold and hollow, like nails on a chalkboard.

Marisol glared at her for a moment longer, then turned on her heel and marched away, her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. She didn't dare look back, but the weight of their presence lingered, suffocating her with every step.

Marisol pushed open the door to the hotel lobby, her thoughts still racing after her encounter at the beach. She felt raw, her emotions barely contained as she walked toward the elevator. The familiar hum of voices filled the air, and her eyes darted around, more out of habit than curiosity.

And then she saw her.

Mila stood near the check-in desk, laughing at something Kenny said. The sight made Marisol stop dead in her tracks, her heart pounding. For a moment, she thought she was hallucinating. Katherine and Silver had said Mila was here, but she hadn't believed them. She had told herself it was another of their manipulative games. But here Mila was, in the flesh.

"Mila?" Marisol said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mila turned at the sound of her name, her eyes lighting up the moment she spotted her sister. Without hesitation, she sprinted across the lobby and flung herself into Marisol's arms. The force of the hug nearly knocked Marisol off balance, but she instinctively wrapped her arms around Mila, holding her tightly.

"You're really here," Marisol whispered, her voice trembling. "I thought- I thought they were lying to me."

Mila pulled back slightly, her eyes wide with confusion. "Who's 'they'? What are you talking about?" Before Marisol could answer, Mila's expression shifted, a mix of concern and determination. "It doesn't matter. Marisol, please, you have to leave Cobra Kai and come back to Miyagi-Do."

Marisol's heart sank, her sister's pleading tone cutting through her like a knife. "Mila, it's not that easy," she said, shaking her head. "I did this for you."

"For me?" Mila stepped back, her voice rising. "You think joining Cobra Kai was for me? How does that make any sense?"

Marisol's face hardened. "I had to make sure you were safe. Do you think I wanted to do this? I didn't have a choice."

"You did have a choice," Mila snapped. "You could've stayed with us-with me! But instead, you turned your back on everything we fought for. You're standing with the people who destroyed us, Marisol!"

Marisol's voice cracked as she tried to explain. "I'm trying to protect you! Do you think it's easy being stuck in the middle of all this? I'm doing what I have to do to keep you out of danger."

Mila's face twisted in anger and disbelief. "You don't get it, do you? You think you're protecting me, but you're just making everything worse!" Her voice trembled as tears filled her eyes. "I looked up to you, Marisol. You were my sister, my hero. And now... now you're just another Cobra Kai pawn."

The words stung, and Marisol's shoulders tensed. Before she could respond, Mila shook her head and turned away. "Forget it. I should've known you wouldn't listen."

"Mila, wait-" Marisol started, but Mila was already storming toward the elevators, her footsteps echoing through the lobby.

As Marisol stood there, grappling with the weight of their argument, a voice behind her made her spin around.

"You shouldn't have said that," Therese said, stepping out from the corner where she'd been leaning against the wall. Her arms were crossed, and her face was drawn with something that looked almost like regret. "Mila's been through a lot. You should know that better than anyone."

Marisol's anger flared instantly. "I have been through a lot too," she shot back, her voice sharp. "Now, get away from me."

Therese frowned, her confident facade faltering. "Look, I'm sorry for what I did, okay? I- I hurt a lot of people. I know that. But I'm trying to make things right."

Marisol's eyes narrowed, her body tense with barely restrained fury. "You don't get to apologize and act like everything's fine," she snapped, stepping closer. "You don't know what I've been through, what we've been through."

Therese opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Marisol shoved her hard in the shoulder, forcing her to stumble back. "I said get away from me," Marisol growled, her voice low and dangerous.

Therese stared at her for a moment, her expression a mix of guilt and frustration. Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving Marisol standing in the middle of the lobby, her chest heaving as she tried to steady her breathing.

She glanced toward the elevator, where Mila had disappeared moments ago, and clenched her fists. The weight of everything felt unbearable, and for the first time in a long time, she felt completely, utterly alone.

ASH SPEAKS!!

we still have a few chapters left until we have to wait until part 3...

i have had this idea to bring katherine back since season 5 and i can't wait to show what happens:)

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