Authors Note: I apologize for those who've read this before, only to find that these past three chapters have been the only ones updated so far. I became so busy offline (moving in with my husband, holidays, and owning new dogs) that I never got around to fully updating my story until recently. I also lost the chapters that I DID update previously, but I didn't post them in time before they dissapeared. I'll try to update my chapters in multiples, for convenience sake. Thank you to all who've read this story so far, I truly appreciate it. :)

As for why I write this fanfiction for Yin, Yang, Yo! It was a great cartoon, and it was sadly cancelled before it could reach it's final peak. Taking that into consideration, i'd like to tell my own version of their futures. I'd love to hear what you guys think, and any advice would benefit me greatly.

Disclaimer: Yin Yang Yo! Do not belong to me, and the cartoon/franchise is owned and copyrighted by creator Bob Boyle II and Jetix/Disney XD

"...Mr. Skelewog, have you awaken?" An extremely hungover Skelewog had barely come back into conciousness, and he could already feel a raging migraine travel to his brain. Blinking threatened tears from it's sting, making Roger take a few moments to comprehend the small light-bulb that hovered above. Forcing his body to his mind's will, he was able to sit up and notice the illuminated tarp walls that surrounded him. He was actually amazed about the sheer size of such a tent, yet he could almost deem it crowded with the amount of trunks and chests that took to the sides. The mattress beneath him was very small, considering his sheer size; yet it was incrediably comfortable for the state that he found himself in. The blanket, it's woven, colorful strings warmed him enough to nearly lull him back to sweet, sweet slumber. Resisting the urge to snuggle back into it's embrace, he finally noticed the woman that he had saved the day prior.

The lunch that took place the previous week was... interesting. Keepa was abnormally polite, and that's saying a lot for a person that's grateful for your heroism. Her manners were proper; napkins on her lap, no elbows on the table, sitting up straight? She spoke with the highest of respect, which he couldn't deny... it was refreshing. There were no spots on her clothes, the only dirt seen on her body being from her feet from her many walks... it almost seemed like she was royalty from somewhere far away. It was almost fitting, due to how distant she seemed when it pertained to herself. Where she came from, her next destination, it was almost as if she was an ambassador for a country with how professionally she took their exchange. The evening only ended with them parting ways; No numbers exchanged, no promises to meet the feline again. It amazed him even, why she would still be in town... wait, where was HE exactly?

"Uuuugh, oh man; my head is killing me! Oh... uh, um, hi? W-where am I...eh, Keepa right?" Crouched near his nesting spot, a warm smile greeted his question. Hoisting herself up, she coolly walked over to the side of the closest chest. Embroidered in gold carvings and a lock larger than his fist, Roger's perception of her being a far away princess was only supported as she walked back over. A strut fit for a queen, his mind began to race as two small paws carried a large jug.

"Why yes, my name is indeed Keepa. You are here in my travelling tent; I saw that you had fallen down along the street earlier this morning, so I brought you here until you had woken up. You look a little flushed, so here." Her paws stretched out with the jug, one that was swiped away the second it appeared and disappeared down Rogers' throat. An eye open while chugging, he noticed her content? Maybe upbeat expression? It wasn't hard to understand as to why... but he didn't want to toot his own horn by thinking that she's excited to help her hero, despite it being a plausibility. With a satisfied burp, a tinge of red threatened to cross his cheeks as he attempted to break the awkward silence.

"Uh, thank you. I was pretty foolish last night, going so overboard drinking at the bar, so thanks again for helping me out! ...Say, why are you sleeping in a tent? If you've just moved here, there's a hotel on the other side of town that's relatively cheap." A forlorn look crept over Keepa's face, which shot a pang of guilt in Roger. If he had to take a guess, she didn't have the money for a hotel. He should've figured that out just by being in her tent in the first place... so what was the point in mentioning it and making her feel bad? He mentally slapped himself for even wording such a stupid question. Her previous face lasted only a second, perking up while she explained.

"Well, I am just a traveler. I never stay in one town for very long at all, before I move on to the next one. It is much easier and cheaper to pitch my own tent, rather than renting a hotel room. It is fitting for the role of someone who is constantly moving, no? Besides, I enjoy it this way. It helps to keep travelling very simple." A small smile for reassurance, Roger wasn't convinced of her content attitude, even though her logic was sound. How could anyone live travelling without at least some sort of luxury to look forward to? As a Woo Foo Warrior with no dangers nearby, he's had to visit many different countries; often. But he always knew that there was home to look forward to, a place to call his own at the end of the day. Yet there's this beautiful woman who travels for no given reason? Not only could it be dangerous in a world like his, it didn't make any rational sense.

"Mind if I ask why you're travelling so much? I mean it's cool if you're into that kind of thing, but why only visit for just a few days? It'd make it hard to, y'know, get to enjoy a place? Well, you HAVE been here for a week; from what I can guess. But, I mean, even small towns like this one could take a few weeks to really get to know." Feeling kind of stupid, Roger really wished that he thought that statement through. This town is pretty damn small...it was pretty, but not much to be explored. Before when there were almost more villains than innocent people, there might have been something to see. Now? She's probably SEEN everything his home-town had to offer! If anything, she probably planned on leaving before he made an ass out of himself; passing out in the middle of the street. A small sigh escaped her lips as she handed him a small cloth package. Her large orbs met with the monster's auburn colored ones.

"The shortest of times can be the greatest of times, no? You have a beautiful home, Mr. Skelewog; that much I can confidently mention. You do look awfully flushed, you should head home and get some more rest so you do not further your sickness." The chore of lifting his body didn't burden him as much as he was embarressed by the exchange. Fully stood up, Roger took her hint and made his way to the flap doors fronting their exit. Careful of stumbling over himself, he made sure to land one foot over the other without tripping and humiliating himself further. The single, sharp horn that stuck from his forehead threatened to tear the tent as he stopped half-way as his impulse took over.

"Look, I wasn't trying to be a creeper or brag about this area...but I can show you a few things that aren't obvious and are hard to find. You should stick around for a day or two more... if it's just nerves, I can show you around what i'm talking about." The blush that he stopped before took over, and he felt the flush across his face. What the hell was he thinking? Before he could take back his words, Keepa immediately responded.

"You would be willing to escort me?" Surprised by his request, he could see her whiskers perk and those emerald globes widen. He shook off his sheepishness, trying to play it cool while he had the chance.

"Oh yeah sure, I got nothing else better to do right now anyway. I'll show you the rest of town when I don't feel like upchucking... everywhere." Attentive to his head-spike and the cloth above him, he quickly made his escape outside. Right from the get-go he noticed that she positioned herself just outside the town, but only a few minutes away from Roger's apartment complex. Silently thanking her for picking somewhere so convenient, he began his hungover trek back home...Round two.

Later that night, the hangover found itself gone. The journey to his recovery was far from easy. The migrain from this morning grew so large that he nearly cried twice, and his blessing of a bed-sheet could only do so much to ease the muscle-soreness he felt throughout his body. The heartburn also found a place in this sadistic party, he had to chug water and sleep throughout the day just to feel any relief. In the end, Roger thanked his lucky starts that he got better; because that was top ten on the list of the worst hangover's he's ever had. Still drained, he used the last of his energy for the day to look inside the small bag that Keepa had given him earlier.

Once untied, it revealed a medium-sized whistle. He wanted to call the color sage green? It was covered in carvings and symbols that he couldn't for the life of him recognize, they covered the entire piece so intricately; as if a wood-smith spent many hours creating it. Hell, even touching it paranoid Roger; he felt that it would break such a masterpiece if he didn't hold it like a feather! Wrapped around the oak was a note, written in a delicate cursive. Ignoring his urge to test out his new toy and enjoy its tune, he began reading.

"Dear Mr. Skelewog,

It may be strange that I am writing you this letter instead of telling you this in person, but this may be because of my leave that I shall be taking shortly. I wished to cure your previous curiosity by informing you that I am a Catsylvanian Cat. Catsylvania is a country far away from where we are now, and we go by many traditions that would be foreign and may bore you. Our largest tradition is to travel the world, as our ancestors once had. For dire emergencies that require outside assistance, we are taught to create these magical whistles. If we happen to owe someone our gratitude, we create these whistles to pay back our debt. No matter where I am in this world, I shall hear your signal from wherever you are located; and I will come right to your aid. If you ever wish for any assistance, always feel free to call for me.

Be forewarned, however. There is only one magical charge for my gift. Once it has been blown, it will no longer work for its intended purpose. I will also be the only being that can hear its tune, so I only ask that you use it wisely. I wish you the very best with your life and your path down it, Mr. Skelewog. I also thank you very much again for saving my life... I will forever be grateful for your fortitude.

Signed, Keepa Keys."

"...WOW, Good thing I didn't blow the whistle."