As the dawn broke over the dojo, Yin and Yang's alarm clock buzzed. Her eyes snapped open and she looked around, the thought of her nightmare was still ringing in her head. She got up and ready for the days training. Throughout the course of the day however, she felt as though someone was watching her. Soon the night came once more, and the two young Woo Foo warriors went to bed. This time she could feel something in the air. But just as soon as she lay down, her hands where bond to the bed. With terror she began to cry out for her brother, but her mouth was gagged and no sound escaped. There was a sound like something sick hitting the wall, and then the lights turned on. She saw him. Her brother; the boy whom she loved and loved to demean, battered and beaten bloody the wall. The attacker was gone. Within minutes Master Yo was in the room, untying Yin and the two of them, rushing to Yang's side. Yang lay in a pool of his own blood that spew from a gash in his forehead. Master Yo rushed to the phone to call for a medic, but Yin stayed with him. She lifted his head, looking down at him. "Yin," He rasped, feeling something pierce his chest. "Shh, Yang." She said softly. "It'll be alright." She kissed his forehead, saying this mainly to calm herself down. But the wound was fatal, and he died within minutes. As Yin cried salty tears on her brother's lifeless form, she felt more alone in the world.
A few days later the two arrived home, after Yang was buried in the local cemetery. Master Yo let her be alone, as he looked for a new student. He had nowhere else to turn. About an hour later, there was a knock at her bedroom door. She opened it, drying her eyes and staring at the guest in awe. It was none other then Yuck. "What do you want?" She said in a tone that made the boy flinch. "I heard about Yang." He said in a soft voice. Tears again rolled down her face. "Have you come here to laugh in my face?" She asked as her eyes let out all that she tried to hard to keep in. He shook his head. "No." Again his voice was soft, but unwanted in her ears. "Go away." She said, adamant. "I don't have anything to say to you." He didn't move. "Go away!" She yelled, slamming the door in his face. It was blocked by his foot. "I'm not leaving here - not just yet!" He opened the door and walked in. "Get out!" She said angrily. "Can't you see that I'm in enough pain without you-" She stopped in mid sentence at his actions. Awestruck her mind saw want he was doing. His arms where wrapped around her in a comforting hug. "You've come..." She stopped, crying more now. After a moment she regained her composer, but soon losing it once more. "You've come here, to comfort me?" She asked in a high pitched voice, chocking off the nearly-audible sobs. He nodded, not letting go. "Why...?" She asked thru tear stained lips. "Because I want to." Completely taken back, she couldn't think of anything else to do but wrap her arms around him as well. Falling into his less then clean embrace, she cried hard into his light green, grubby, and shaggy fur. After what seemed like days, she pulled out of Yuck's hold, looking back at him with heart filed eyes. "Yuck," She said in a soft, timed voice. He cocked his head to the side like a dog, as if to wonder what it could be coming up next. "I may never forgive you for what you've done," He remember. Not that long ago he had broken her heart after winning it for his own needs. "But I will always be grateful for this moment." He dried her eyes and cheeks, and she smiled up at him lightly. "Please do me just one more favor?" She asked. He nodded. "Please don't touch me, your covered in dirt." She moaned, whipping the dirt off her shirt. The two smiled, looking into each other's eyes. As the two leaned in for a kiss, Master Yo opened the door. "Oh, I see Yuck's found his way in her already. Yin, if it's not too soon, I'm going to be training Yuck." Yin smiled, gripping Yuck's clammy hand. "I think I'd like that."