Author's Note: Ugh, well time to take a look on my-(looks at Dominique with disgust as he lays on the couch all hagridden with a bottle of wine nearby). Oh, my god; I take one month off from my last recently created Team Fortress 2 fanfic and this is the thanks I get. What is this some drink-yourself-to-death style version of the Drawn Together drinking game? (looks at a piece of paper) Hmmm... a note? (picks it up and unfolds it)
(Dominique voice over as Sanzo reads)
Dear Sanzo,
If you're reading this letter right now, you'll see that I am now drunk and too haggard to even drink a quarter of the bottle wine. It also means that it has been five or six months since the last chapter. Because writer's block was originated from domestic violence, computer viruses and other problems, illness in the family, visitation, laziness, school, new accounts on other social networking groups, ambition, overwhelming reviews, failed attempts to get a learner's permit, time constraints, and other changes, the only thing that I have been doing is editing the story itself. Please take over from here 'til I recover.
With dear regards and best wishes (no homo),
Dominique Amino
P.S. - Aquas DragoKnight was the only person that reviewed us; don't forget to thank him
Sanzo: Well, less work me; first off, thank you. Secondly, the disclaimer and then the warninig: Yin Yang Yo doesn't belong to us at all and even if it did then it would be awesome enough for a Season Three; plus, some of the characters mentioned are based from other shows that have been anthropomorphised to fit the story for YYY readers but they don't belong to us either. In addition, due to content, the current rating of the story as of now will (still) be rated M for Mature; we're sorry about this and hope you enjoy the rest of the story... With regards: Dominique Amino and Shonen Sanzo. Okay, then... (walks away)...
If You Don't Know Me By Now… ~L'Affaires Supprimé~
(Henry's Point of View)
Normally, I never thought about seeing how much had such things had change so fast just like; apparently, my fellow colleagues at the station call it one of those days where we wake up and wish it if was all merely a nightmare. But to me, it wasn't a nightmare at all yet this incident made quite a big change to our small community; also, I like to introduce myself as Henry Wong. All the pressure that's been applied has made bring about lots of things that went on for; besides, my job as a constable was never easy at all, not for me or for anyone. But the world was always having all sorts of surprise it can give to many people that live to see another light of day and find ourselves inhaling and exhaling each second. I too was one of them and the only reason why is that is because I feel the negativity that existed from the sins of yesterday and how it survived throughout the worlds of today and long it could've taken to fix it throughout tomorrow and beyond. Because of all this, I think of this world, my family, and my entire life.
Truth of the matter is that the world wasn't a peaceful place to live in as it was like today; in fact, it's somehow have begun to regress to that wretched state I read about in my prompt high school days, a mere example of changing patterns done by war, peace, and rebellion every five centuries. Even though there were theme parks that gave the phrase to the theme, this so-called "happiest place of the world" the world however was merely a barren battlefield ridden with sorrow and anger. Bloodshed and betrayal was commonplace both outside the homeland of and within our once great Pakavel even up to this day, riled with revolting faults filling these city-states with the utter malignance as we had scarred the lands of the world in an act of wet working against one another. There were also distant lands that attempted to strive for serenity and togetherness as an opposition to the militaristic dictators that flushed away more money to build weapons. As they, the dictators, look at the happy lands and started to do every despicable act known to civilization: smiting them, taking their lands, raiding buildings, defiling women, and slaughtering civilians. Because of these acts of wanton cruelty, every other civilization that watched these events went over there to avenge those that did no wrong while committing an act of a fierce reprisal towards the dictators. Every dictatorship had a fair share of revolutionary armies to detract those who have abused their power for their own personal gain as if fate saw one thing and viewed it as unworthy of existence without its opposite, like the yin and the yang.
Come to think of it, I start to think of my other siblings as well that I had since that day. Yin usually comes first in my mind for that she is known for putting on a happy face on life, even when it gave her lemons; one time, she used those lemons to make a profitable drink yet no one showed up at all. Now her happiness was all nothing but worrisome sorrow she expressed in her pink diary; even though I never read from it at all, I can tell from the looks on her face and the way she writes with her pencil. Yang, on the other hand, was merely on a similar note for that he has issues with my biological dad and rants about why he was never there; sadly, considering the fact that dad usually comes home late at night, I say that the time these two had spent with this Master Yo person without even a mother had the relationship strained. One time, Yang even tried so far as to cut himself on the shoulder with a knife so Yin and I had to stop him and get to the hospital quickly. Finally, I thought about Susie for that she was just like Yin only younger and more imaginative considering that her birth date was during a time when peace was finally established in the world so that people can go on with their lives without being fearful of death. To me, she was apparently born in her own little world while she views the real world, our world, as nothing but like either a father's campfire tales or a mother's bedtime stories people read to help get their kids to sleep the night away.
Now, I start to notice my entire life as the constable of the Novi Finis city-state in this troubled Pakavel. The assault of the city-state, (Old) Trycross, by a tyrannical invader from two years ago had put the entire kingdom at full alert for outside (would-be) attackers; apparently, this realization had us set back to what was beginning to look like the Shadow Emblem Circle, also known to be in the ancient Fifteenth Circle Era. Everyone was either fearing for their life or didn't care about them anymore seeing that the remote locations surrounding them would take advantage of the fact that they were unprepared for any event at all. My job as a constable wasn't really my first choice as a career at all because before my employment, I was a diligent and popular star student doing lots of schoolwork and extra credit assignments; I even participated in extracurricular activities and performed community service despite the fact I had a clean record throughout my life. I actually wanted to be a politician just like my dad was to help the city move forward but all the circumstantial instability in the world didn't call for dialogue to solve all the problem; better yet, I was sixteen years old when I applied for employment as a constable which was usually for those older than me. However, the employers were desperate and had to think of something plus the citizens thought it should be my best interest to go ahead with it since their last town president, Muffin, used the town army to perform landscaping duties on his own lawn; after all, my parents didn't vote for him at all. My ascension to the ranks in a short period of time were the results of putting my life on the line on a (more or less) regular daily basis and spending time away from home as much as my dad; at this rate, I'm starting to become more like a hedgehog than like a rabbit instead. Sometimes, I wish that I should do something about it.
So, I guess this is the story of my daily life; even though that it's what every other constable other than me says, this is a lot more different. Maybe someday I could be a politician once the whole instability blows over (or better yet, more like a real brother to my siblings).
Dear Diary,
My dreamland of peace is in jeopardy and family is starting to drift away quickly. My friends and family are either feeling blue or red in the face. The nights I slept with worry were caused by the thought of my siblings.
My (true) brother, Henry was the first person to pop up into my mind as if it were a pan of popcorn heated over a stovetop. He wasn't really the same as used be four years ago since mommy died. He feels obsessed with keeping the peace even thought that it benefitted our lives. Although, my big brother wasn't doing anything bad I felt that he was growing to be like our father was, always coming home late at night. It just doesn't feel right at all. Normally, we talk about all sorts of certain issues every day we come home after school but now he is a grownup.
However, Yin, my sis, we bonded together like glue. We were BFFs or Best Friends Forever; better yet, we were like Super Best Friends because we have shared a lot of thing in common like twonicorns and our favorite color was pink. Sometimes, she tried to teach me those fighting moves she learned from her real father and former master and it was magical. Other times, we watched a movie every Friday night. We even slept together in the same bunk bed at night especially whenever I had a nightmare when we just cuddle up in each other's arms as we sleep. Every time I had homework problems that I felt were so hard to do she was there for me like my real mother. To me, she was merely more like of a counselor.
Now, I look to her brother, Yang who was not really helpful at all. In fact, he was very gloomy and chided me for being happy all the time; some comments he said made me cry a lot and Henry got upset at Yang. Whenever Yang did something wrong, Henry would always suspect him as the first person to do such things. I also had seen him make those strange marks on his shoulder with a butter knife and blood would drop out as a result. It's always sad to see him like this, having a dad that was never around for him.
Now, I wonder what will become of all of us in the family. Will we be all like the dust in the very strong winds of fate?
Best Wishes,
Suzie Wong
Sanzo: Okay since I have noticed that Dominique set up an interview, I'll be taking over by asking some questions; do you understand?
?: Yes sir...
Sanzo: Alright then; first, tell me about yourself.
?: Hello, my name is Burton Scotch, but my friends at school call me Burt and I am an antelope. I have blond hair on my head and brown eyes. Normally my parents don't let me talk to strangers but since that this is an interview I bet they won't mind.
Sanzo: That's okay; it won't take long, anyway. Secondly, what is your lifestyle like?
Burt: I live in a green two floor house with my mom and dad. My mom goes to book club meetings with her lady friends on the fourth Tuesday of every month. She discusses about the books she reads and which to burn. My dad is a policeman and he stops bad guys from getting away with their crimes. When I was a preschooler, every time I came home we always play around and had fun.
Sanzo: I also notice that Coop now has two extra people in the family. Can you please tell me about him?
Burt: So I bet you're wondering how my parents and I met Coop. Well my dad found him covered in hot black tar from head to toe and so dad had him sent to the hospital in protective custody. He told me that Coop was dragged from his own house and almost got lynched by an angry mob the moment they dump tar on him and tried to strip Coop of his feathers. To be honest, I always wanted a big brother to look up to when my parents aren't around to look after me especially when I go to. Thankfully, my dad must have somehow got Coop adopted so I guess that meant he now stayed with us, and boy am I proud.
Sanzo: One last question before we end this; where do you see yourself in a few years?
Burt: Gee whiz, I'm not sure where I want to be seeing myself in a few years from now. My dad said that people in this world were born evil and there were laws established to keep people in line. He believes that everyone has a leviathan in their hearts that is filled with all the crimes they committed in their entire lifetime. So I decided that I rather be more of a good person throughout my entire life by contributing to the community.
Well, I should be done now because my mom is waiting outside for me. See you later, alligator.
Sanzo: Yeah, later...
There was only me, Chippendale Greenwald, but people should be better off calling me Chip because it makes me tough; also, I don't take kindly to anyone who dared to make a joke about my name or call me Dale. I had lay across the bed with my eyes glaring at the ceiling as if my emotions were becoming like the color of the hat on my head and the pair of shoes I wore on my feet; however, I had maintained my disciplined stance. The discipline didn't match up with the one I had since the forest fire drove us away; in fact, even though that this was the second (or third) time this had happened, this was only the first one that forced us to move away from home. Before that certain someone knew about his powers, I always knew that Woo Foo was nothing but trouble; after all, his friends do nothing but spell it out anyway. If those bunny rabbits were really heroes then why the–––no, scratch that–––then they should've really cared for us and our plight; but they were all just like the rest of them, wasteful and thoughtless. My hatred of his pink and blue friends must be part of my angst; I could think about the rest of it as well.
From what I had heard, my mother wasn't actually really all much of a reserved and chaste kind of a mother I had. Back when she was young, mom was a sapphist; in other words, that meant she gone out with many girls in her high school years. I barely knew any about it up until I got older; after all, she was acting like my grandmother Faye, one way or the other. One time, mom had a one-night stand with someone that she had met after turning eighteen which meant that she had became an adult; however, that man mother met was also different, zoologically speaking since he belonged to a higher kingdom. To be frank, most of our kind (the female, usually) reproduce asexually; but, this also meant that the only way she got me was that incident. After that incident, mom almost got the chance to tie the knot with that person she slept with all because he left to fight in a war that had been going on before my birth; I bet he was intending to do the same but probably had been faced with those 'unfortunate' circumstances. The day mom got word that he died in combat she felt ill for a few hours, hacked up a seed, planted it in a pot of soil, and watered day and night 'til it grew into a sapling; that sapling was me.
Now, I rattle with the thought of how Dave became my (half-)brother with a series of irritation and hurt. Ever since my birth, everyone started to demonize my mother, hurting her reputation sometimes by calling her a loose mother; as a result, grandmother Faye made sure that mom had to go through with an arranged marriage with an older man from society's higher ups named Hiram Stump to salvage the tarnished name. Unfortunately, that man wasn't much of the considerate types because mother found herself being beaten once every now and then since he welcomed her home with a fucking glass bottle in one hand. Every time that happened, mom got cuts bruises yet she wouldn't go to anyone for help because she feared her own husband and even though everyone knew what the hell was going on back then everyone stood by and allowed it to happen; even, I, myself couldn't do anything but it was only because of my young age. She always had tried to make due with what she already had done in the past and as a result she had been putting up with this man for almost two years. One night while I was sleeping, he came home smelling like cheap cologne and started beating her as if time stood still, making me wish that it was a (scene in a) movie that anyone's parents didn't want their own kids to see; even so, I wished that the moment I watched was only a movie itself and maybe hope for chastisement of the slightest form when Hiram started to pick up the very flowerpot I slumbered in and threw it at her. Though my eyes were barely opened, I became aware and heard my mother's painful cries intertwining with the grunts of her abusive husband; after that incident, Hiram was finally taken away by authorities to avoid the further repetition of events, an act made that was almost too late. Grandmother Faye started to realize the very oversight she viewed from those green (sun)glasses on her frail visage and had me sent to live with my uncle, Brian Schwarzwald to raise me as his own in hopes of forgetting the incident that would later be described to my older self as rape; consequentially, that meant I never seen my brother, Dave, being born. Additionally, Faye also made sure that no one would dare talk about the incident at all, mostly because my (real) mother is afraid that such mentioning to her second son along with the truth about his birth could drive my brother to commit patricide.
I then exhaled a lukewarm breath of pure oxygen from my very mouth as I looked out the window in a state of mixed thought about fatherhood. Brian is usually more or less of the type of a father Halliburton was; even though he was strict, Brian care for me when no one, not even my own real mother, could do the same. Since he knew where I had came from, it was required for me to find a way to defend myself whenever the time came for Hiram to be released into society; fortunately, I had became a wedgie master which although wasn't actually an officially registered martial art, I had to start somewhere somehow. When I turned ten, I finally got to see Dave at a family picnic where all of us tree stumps gathered about; the moment I saw him made me realize that he was not like me at all. Perhaps this is because of what grandmother attempted to do; additionally, it also meant that I'm not allowed to speak of what happened and if I did so, I got taken away from the crowd by Brian abruptly so Dave would be scarred about how he was conceived. On the other hand, that didn't stop everyone that came in contact with other that the rest of his family from taking advantage of my true brother's benevolent kindness, especially those rabbits who call themselves heroes whom were no exception either, let alone their father of course; even I myself lost my temper and almost beaten my brother up. When I learned that Brian was still alive even though after our home was destroyed, he told me to go with my real family and wait for a while until the catastrophe at Pakavel subsided; also, he even started some small espionage group to spy over there and observe what was going on from that day forward. I guess that meant that I'm now a spy as well over there now since it was made clear that none of us were no longer welcome over there anymore. In any case, thanks to them, my brother is now the only thing I care about; it seems it's now us against the world.
Before I retracted my eyes from the window, I saw my mother approaching Halliburton and got out of bed to observe what is going on now; to be honest, I had to be careful and silent anyway since they might see me. Judging from their emotions, it had something to do with what they were saying to each other; unfortunately, I was far away from them so I could not hear what these two people were saying to one another. However, when they started to hug each other, my pupils zoomed in slowly where I had seen their tears slowly dripping from their eyes which made me aware that the two were grieving for some reason; as a matter of fact, I wasn't much of a crier anyways so I turned my face away from them and went back to bed.
I stared at the waterfalls with relief as I gaze at the beautiful environment around me for that it merely doused by the nighttime sky. My face was drenched in the clear mist evaporating from the river I had seen, already relinquished the things I had worn on me; in other words, I was naked. My only dry towel laid aside by a rock folded neatly as I then focused on get to cleanse myself in the still waters, hearing them rushing down from the above. I took step into the blue, immersing myself in the lukewarm river as the water reached up to my waist slowly; soon; I dived and returned quickly to regain some fresh air, water now dripping down from my leaves to my body. I then hummed to myself a serene tune as I started to soak my hands in them, cleansing my arms slowly. I stared at the bright silvery moon in the sky and then its reflection at the river I had bathed in and had started to have my mind flooded with thoughts.
To be honest, my own species is actually a proud and enduring kind; the reasons why we were tall, magical, and botanical beings that can move around, breathe, and talk is mostly ambiguous. Most of us are actually driven by the will to live peacefully like all the other living beings on Earth. Some were actually the small plants that their owners had raised and nurtured as if they were either like their own children being part of the family or the household pets rescued from the hands of bereavement. Speaking of bereavement, there were even a few whom have gave up so much hope and had rejected life. Whichever reason, I had lived for the sake of peace; sadly though, only a few people truly know and understand that word, especially at a time like today. I guess that might explain why the art of war is prevalent
I then stood nearby that same waterfall I'd gazed at before, walked towards it, stuck my arm out and started cleansing it before switching it with my other arm and repeated what was being done as I thought about myself. I am Bathsheba Willow of the royal Geneva family. Each of us were being endowed with the knowledge and culture of high society on socializing and communicating. I'm also a natural speaker, able to convey thoughts and feelings towards the audience for open dialogue. We were very well liked people yet a dark cloud hung over our heads; that very dark cloud was War itself. On that day when I was still a sapling, the confrontation reached our home, and killed both of my parents; eventually, I got adopted when it subsided by an older tree named Wispy whom raised me as his own. Ever since that day (or at least until the disaster), I has always been myself.
I had now climbed up upon a rock and laid on my back as I had faced them silvery moon again; soon, it had reminded me of someone I loved and cared about before. Yes, that very someone I had loved and cared about before was Dave. He was merely a normal person who wanted to prove to everyone and of course anyone that he was a person; I was one of those people. Even though that the boy was younger than me, he was willing to be honest about himself generally; as a matter of fact, I really wanted to engage in a meaningful commitment alongside with him. But it seems that it won't come to pass at all, as that trail of death and devastation is still etched in the remains of what used to be the old city near the forest that sequentially suffered a similar fate. Additionally, my father wanted me to sever my ties with David so I wouldn't undergo the providence he and his family supposedly had when with; strange thing is that for some reason, I get the feeling that he's still alive somehow. So now I even ask myself silently "if Dave's still alive, will I be able to see him again?"
Finally, as I felt the water dripping from my wooden body the towel on the rock was the one thing I had went to the moment I'd set myself up, straight, and standing. I picked up the parched textile and desiccated all the water off me; afterwards, I sat near the watercourse with my feet kicking the body of water back and forth like a bicycle pedal. Soon, I'd remained once more as the water reacted the same way people skip their rocks out on the lake as if they were the echo of a distant sound. I got up and wrapped my towel around my waist tightly to make sure that it won't fall off of me 'til I reached back home. A taciturn gentle zephyr kicks up around me, giving my body an bracing chill thanks to the contemporary bath taken beforehand in the waterway I had bathed in. I then scampered off to home immediately to forestall the outcome of turning into a polar ice; though jokingly remarked, freezing to death was never a laughing matter at all to begin with.
A deep quiet sigh escaped from mah mouth as I laid over the mattress on mah stomach, waitin' for mah Jo to return. I had looked at the very purple dress worn today that was on the floor alon' the undergarments as well. As I bounded myself to the bed, I stared at the floor like a little child who searching for playthangs; suddenly, I'd came to a set of thoughts in mah mind.
I've always known I was meant for something, ever since my youth, I've known that. People think us Redneckistanians we stupid; every time them people look at us like that, they act all like those fancy-schmancy know-it-alls. That was the way it was and it still is; plus, I hated it greatly. They all think they're so them special, so great and big and mighty and all that. They ain't 'coz they's as dumb as dirt just like us.
I sat up with mah blanket wrapping around mah front like if it were a towel I had reached for after a nice soak, sat up, and stared at the window looking for mah knaht to return home to me. Most of them people think that there reason I had married Jobeaux was because he was royalty; yet, it was the other way around. It was because he loved me dearly. Sure, I thought his castle was made of diamond encrusted grits and even when it turned out the castle was actually a wooden house, I didn't care all. However, the one thing that turned me off was how Jo hung out with those fancy Woo Foo friends of his, especially that there pink rabbit; truthfully, that was the one woman I disliked the most. When my Jo up for that foreign exchange program them rabbit's father held, they used him, not to mention that the pink bunny tried to flirt with my hubby even though he was already married to me. The moment I had saw him again with that rabbit girl again I got angry at him for two thangs: her face and Woo Foo itself; I just hope the last tahm I see her face again will be just the last tahm only.
Soon, mah eyes focused on something in the distance through the windowpane that made me stood up and peek through; it was mah Jo comin' back home for the day as I returned to the homebound mattress, preparin' for the fun we were going to have tonaht. Ever since the disaster, the town had kicked all of us out and erected those 'Stone Shutters' near our borders where there was no hope for re-entry; at first, I didn't care about it at all as I stood on the homeland at mah own will. Mah father-in-law got sick makin' him unable to speak with his voice actin' all funny which made me giggle to mahself when I was alone; as a result, mah husband's uncle had to take care of his brother with mah grandfather-in-law staying beside him. Paris' leaf of absence left his wife to take his place; surprisingly, their was almost nothin' for her to do when she took over for him. Speaking of which, I always had time for Jobeaux whenayuver we had slayupt together and plied around at night; sadly, the fun subsided for a while when I had gave birth to our own little daughter, Lucille. Sequentially, everyone of us was there to raise hayur as part of the family.
At last came mah husband in his everyday clothin', white shirt, blue pants, and all, walkin' in the room and then sittin' on the edge of the bed I laid starting off a conversation bah sayin' three words to me, "good evenin' Annie." "How did your day go since you left the house this mornin' Jo?" wuz all I had asked him. "Typical as usual, my love," he said, "same as it was since those past years ago." Quickly, I had mah dainty feet massagin' mah hubby's upper back teasingly to get his attention as I responded, "is it going to be as the same as of what we are goin' to do with the evenin' Beaux?" "Perhaps, Annabelle…perhaps," he'd answered back as mah husband got up over and edged towards mah lips where we then kissed each other in a loving embrace and started to make love.
Life with Family
poetry by
Tillman Skelewog
Cute and cuddly
Like mother and father said
Young and second born.
With mom at my side
She had always guarded me
From such likely harm
Be if magma or high waves
Mother treasured me greatly.
In place of father,
Repeated guardianship
Seen me, more or less.
Now my big brother,
He's named Roger Junior.
Named after dada
Junior who cared for me
So I called him my brother
Together as one
Defines a simple family
Yet without a home.
Author's Note: Well, that was short, my friends; I wanted to go for ten thousand words but I'll tell you why. First off, Suzie's diary entry, the interview with Burton, and Tillman's poetry were short because I want them to be retaining their elementary school concepts like in the one from Digimon, South Park, and of course, Yin Yang Yo respectively. Secondly, the character's Point of View after Chip's is actually Willow's from the episode "Division Quest." Next, Annie's dialect is supposed to be a mixture of both a Texan accent and a Southern Belle since her character hails from Redneckistan so if you (want to) get mad at me for it, I'll understand since I'm not very good at it (but don't act racist about it); as a matter of fact, the pink rabbit thing is a reference to Yin's role in the episodes, "Foreign Exchange Problems" and "Division Quest," the former being the part where Yin acted stuck up towards Jobeaux since he first showed up at their house. Back to the poetry, I did that because since Tillman is seven years old in the story, I felt that it would be wise to make it short so that too much pressure won't clamp on to her character greatly.
Dominique (wakes up as he yawns): Are you done yet?
Sanzo: Yes, I am; as a matter of fact, I'm glad that you are now up so I'll will now play soccer with you for your actions.
Dominique (scared as he started running): No Sanzo, Please. (Sanzo gives him a good kick and sends Dominique in the air) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
