Authors Note: For those who've read this story before, I've decided to do a major update in regards to the story. My writing (or rather typing) style has changed since I've last updated this story, so I figured an overhaul would do some good. For first time readers... you didn't read that last sentence.
I do not own the cartoon Yin Yang Yo! All ownership and copyright belong to Bob Boyle II, Jetix and Disney XD.
"ROGER!" Thump! Skelewog fell flat on his face for the third time this morning. The martial artist was attempting to perfect a move that involved nothing but pure muscle and power, what he dubbed the 'Woo Foo Headbutt'. His cranium began to grow soar, his enlarged calves and neck pained for him to stop, though he remained relentless in his pursuit of perfection. The dummy that he practiced on was starting to tear apart from the consistent beatings, only the few magically enhanced stitches sown into the dummy kept the fabric from tearing apart. The blue training mattes below his feet showed the same wear from his footprints constantly stomping on them, some parts so torn from his claws that they were supposed to of already been thrown away.
The training room was plain, white walls lined the occasional bloodstains from many years of training. Sweat and tears dyed the room a more ominous grey, though no one seemed to mind. The Grump of a Panda that was their master, the owner of the dojo, he wasn't one to complain about messes often. The twins that took on the leadership role of their army... well, they were a different story when it came to cleanliness. Not that Roger minded what they felt, for he was consistent with cleaning after himself. Speaking of the duo, he turned his dazed brain around to find said pair of Rabbits walking in... neither the blue or pink hoppers looking happy. Annoyed, he could only look up before Yin began to nag.
"Roger, you KNOW that you're not supposed to be here. It's not healthy that you haven't left the Woo Foo Dojo." Her voice bordered between a yell and a gentle suggestion, Yin being one of the few anthromorphs he knew that could pull off a sentence that was both demanding and sensitive. Whenever she got involved, she was always insistent on being there to help whoever was in need... whether or not you asked for said help had no skin off of her little pink nose. Yin held out her paw to assist him, but the monster ignored her offer and got up on his own two, very built legs. It was strange to the siblings, training for several days in a row had no affect on his body; at least on the outside. To them, he was the same teal monster that walked in every single day of the week. Yet, they both knew the amount of time he spent on perfecting his art was becoming unhealthy. With a shrug, Yang commented.
"Look dude, we know it sucks. I mean, you do NOTHING but train here, and it's a bummer that you can't right now. WE GET IT! But damn dude, you need a social life, or a hobby." Roger inwardly huffed at his best friend, knowing full well why they came to interrogate him. He retorted with an attitude that the blue rabbit expected.
"Dude, I have a social life. I'm talking with you two now, aren't I? I talk with my family often, I go to work at least twice a week... so I don't see why you guys are making a big deal of me trying to catch up with the rest of the-"
"It's not about that Roger, and you know that!" Yin intervened, interrupting both her blue counterpart and the victim in this situation. Her powerful stance made it difficult to argue as she kept on going.
"You might talk with the rest of our army, and that's just dandy. It's better that you get along with everyone here, right? I'm happy to hear that you're actually talking with your family, but work isn't an excuse either. You talking with those groups? That's not the issue Roger Jr. The issue is that you do NOTHING but train, day in and day out! It's getting to the point that this entire floor matte is starting to smell like you on a regular basis, and I don't mean that in a good way." Skelewog couldn't argue, no matter how much he wanted to will an argument. He could feel his facial features begin to scrunch with annoyance, and a small flame began to form inside of his belly. He took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves while Yin continued her speech, scorching the faces of his superiors wouldn't bode well for anyone. Sighing, Yin tried to lay on some wisdom.
"Look, like Master Yo told you-"
"In the Woo Foo Scrolls mind you." Yang intervened for emphasis, while Yin began to levitate about the torn mattes. A strange habit, that whomever read from the Woo Foo Scrolls would instinctively enter a meditation stance. The summoning could be described as awe-striking for those who haven't witnessed it, as magic enveloped her hands until the sacred scroll appeared before her eyes.
"That one must not dedicate his life to one thing, and that balance in all things is the true power of not just Woo Foo, but also you." Both bunnies started hard at Roger, who has by now felt the guilt of ignoring his masters words that he had told him several hours prior. The Panda came to him not more than two hours ago, and instructed his leave for however long he proclaimed he'd be gone. That meant Roger could not practice his Woo Foo... he could go to a gym or practice at home, but it was greatly looke down upon; for it could be seen as 'showing off' to outsiders. Embarrassed, he started wiping his face with the rag that hung from his training belt. Sweat dyed his entire outfit, dulling the once white colors into a dull gray. One of the few to own two belts, both were adorned with their Symbol, the sign of Yin and Yang.
"Look man, i'm your buddy, and you're like a brother to me. But Yin's right, you GOTTA do something else with your time. You've been like this for forever by now. The only time you ever leave anymore is to go home to do "other things-"
"We know you're just sleeping, you're not doing anything interesting."
"Exactly Yin! Well, that and the obvious with the lack of a girlfriend." With a pause, Yang erupted into laughter before receiving a hard smack on the back of his head.
"EITHER WAY YIN, even with your job at the club, or with whoever-"
"Whomever." Yin corrected, before a deadly stare kept her quiet, a fist prepared if she continued to interrupt.
"WHOMEVER hires you, and that only happens a few times a week. Bro, you need to get out more and party!" A fist bump waiting, Roger gives in and serves the bump with a nod and grin. The grin didn't last long, however. A swift kick to the rum had Roger flying out the doors of the dojo, a harsh laughter could be heard while the dissapointed man began to walk away. He could only take one last glance back at the building that he called a second home; It had become much larger since they were children and began fighting evil together, nearly quadrupled in size just to fit everyone and their associates inside the building. Their Master; Master Yo, wasn't one that cared much for fancy if it didn't apply to him...but everyone just assumed that the upgrades came with a growing army.
Not that the army grew much, anyway. Sure, Roger could remember one or two different kids and teenagers that wanted to kick ass like they did. At that point, Yo was willing to accept everyone under the sun, so long as they were willing to pay their own way and get his work done. But alas, none of them made it past two weeks of training. One kid even tried claiming that Woo Foo was dumb, that only the most bored and stupid of people would join, and that was only two days after he even began! Needless to say, a hospital stay fixed that opinion fast. Otherwise, it was just those kids that grew up to love the martial art... especially Roger.
Speaking of the Skelewog, Roger couldn't help but contemplate just what he should do. Knowing that his next gig wasn't until the weekend, he had all week to himself...without being able to add another scar to his collection. Last time he visited home, he was only met with the boredom of listening to his parent's very casual day or their constant bickering; and his younger sister Tillmans complaints about school and how "overrated" it was. He loved his family granted, so it didn't bother him much. Withstanding the screams of his mother? His father being a total puss about anything that didn't involve being a villain? His sister requesting he beat up a new "bitch" at the school? Well, THAT would be a different story.
Walking down the city street didn't pass the time like he thought it would either. The daily routines of the townspeople became repetitive, to say the least. The town's aesthetics have indeed changed since he began his career-path. Every building seemed freshly painted in multitudes of beige, greens and blues. The streets were constantly swept by the townspeople, with no litter in sight. Hell, even the wildlife that surrounded their home was as crisp and trimmed as it ever has been. For travelers, his home had truly become a marvel. However, it had grown boring to the poor monster. The excitement that he once felt on the same streets died down when the many villains they faced grew bored of tormenting a town protected by a growing number of heroes, especially ones that hadn't even hit puberty yet. Once they left, the only crimes the town suffered were so petty that even the neighbor across the street could do their jobs for them.
In a way, he enjoyed knowing they had the same routines, the peace of their town was comforting in a way. They never had to worry about the town they resided in, which always provided a quaint relief after a day of saving another place in outrageous ways. But looking around...well, no WONDER training seemed like a better waste of time! Sure there was the arcade that remained, the shopping mall filled to the brim with people his age and younger, even movie theaters and parks that only grew more beautiful every year thanks to President Muffin and his new-found love for green. But the excitement that they saw outside the town...fighting all kinds of evil-doers as well as global threats on a consistent basis changed all of their views on what was elating. Whatever was in town was just another activity to pass the time before their next fight, before their next adventure...and it sucked eggs.
Frustrated, the blue tinted man leaned on a building at the corner of the street the Dojo was on, trying to decide what his next move should be. Most of the video games Yang played got old fast, especially after beating them all repeatedly. He wasn't really allowed to play sports, due to his older age and sheer size compared to most people...he had tried, and not many accepted horns and spikes puncturing both balls and people. Not much of a reader, books put him to sleep faster than a lullaby or lecture ever could. They've been so busy fighting crime that hobbies didn't ever satisfy Roger like practicing Woo Foo did. Going to the local bar didn't sound like such a bad idea, even if he didn't have anyone else with him...
But his thoughts were put to a halt when saw a beautiful dress. Velvet blue that was decorated with a golden floral pattern. White fur covering her body, with green eyes that popped out of her skull, or what it seemed like. Her tail was almost flirtatious, how it swung back and forth while she swayed across the street... it was hard not to notice her. She almost looked like the Kung Pow kitties in a way, but without the violence and scrunched faces that he's used to seeing. Before he could continue gawking, a sudden screeching of tires left his body moving for him. Before he could even blink, he found himself on the ground across the street, with the feline in arms.
Quickly turning backwards, two cars were stockpiled and smoke began to rise from the crash. A teenaged goat was in complete shock, eyes wide and horrified knowing that he just totaled a car by running through a bright red stop sign; While an older monster couldn't even breathe with how loud he was screaming. He could hear immediate sirens from the firetruck that was just down the street, noises from the crash itself escaping him as he picked himself up. Relieved that no one was injured, he returned facing forward to see the rescued woman wear the sweetest smile he'd seen in a long time.
"Thank you so much sir! You have saved my life! I was not paying as much attention as I should have, but you have given me the gift of life~ I am forever grateful." Her cooes of gratitude filled Roger with a warm feeling of pride, one that he hasn't gotten in a long while. Sure, he did great things with his power; but he (or the other Woo-Foo Warriors for that matter) were never honored or even thanked as much for the work that they do. Eyes nearly closed and a purr caught in her throat, the cat grabbed Rogers over sized hand with two of her own.
"My name is Keepa, Keepa Keys. I know that this may sound a little bashful, but I would be honored to thank you with a lunch. Do you enjoy noodles?"