Yin-yang
"So... many... boxes. So... many... boxes!" The author would like to apologize for his lack of
an update on the story, Yin-yang. He went insane and was committed to the local asylum. Because
of this, the story will be discontinued.
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HAH! Did you think I would really do that? Hell no! The real reason I didn't update was
because I was busy moving from my old house to my new house. It wasn't anything serious, it was
just a house-2-house, not a town-2-town or a, God forbid, state-2-state. But it felt like I was poking
myself in the eye with a sharp stick. It felt sooo good to stop! Anyway, now that I'm settled in I can
get back on track.
A couple of notes before I begin. My other story, Project: Exodus, was removed from FF.net
for certain reasons. One of these were that a lot of the chapters were filled with extreme violence and
gore and language, the same amount you would find in a Friday the 13th film. That and the
characters were out of character.
My other note is that, yes, I am making a sequel to Yin-yang. It is called Yin-yang 2: Black
and White. It will take place about 5 years after this one and will hopefully be longer than this.
I saw the Lizzie McGuire movie this weekend. Funny and witty in some places, but lacking
in others. I personally would have enjoyed more Matt moments, as he's my favorite character. He
reminds me of me when I was younger and pestering my brother and sister. Good nonetheless.
I think that's everything. Enjoy!
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Eric was bombarded with questions. They ranged from things like "Are you ok?" to "Who
was that?" He attempted to stem the tide and answer them one at a time.
"One at a time! One at a time!"
Silence.
"Now. To answer the first and obvious question, yes I'm fine, though I've been better.
Anything else?"
Larry spoke first.
"Who was that?"
"His name was Nick Mayer. He used to be my best friend. But when my mom died, I just
ignored him. And everyone else. He must have taken it very personal to track me down and try to
kill me."
"But why?"
"Because he tried to help me, and I shunted him. That, and when he tried for the last time to
help, I actually snapped, and attacked him. I regret that now, and I wish I could apologize."
This struck a note with everyone in the room. They knew that there was more to Eric than
meets the eye, but this was digging really deep. Eric seemed to know what they were thinking, as he
said softly, "I know. Surprising, isn't it?"
"You have no idea." said Miranda.
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, where did you get that cool-ass scar?" blurted Ethan.
Everyone muttered in agreement as this was addressed. Eric just stared at Ethan like he
wanted nothing better than to snap his neck like a twig. He finally answered.
"I picked up this little beauty mark in Japan. It's common knowledge in Japan that Tokyo is
infested with street gangs. I had enough sense the first time I visited when I was nine, to make
friends with one particular gang that was more like a police force. Good guys. They provided me
with some very good protection while I was there. I just made the mistake of traveling alone into a
rival gangs territory. Thankfully It was only 2 guys but one of them was armed with a knife. He
managed to get me when I wasn't looking. It's nothing. I healed really fast. But it is a permanent
scar."
"Does it hurt?" asked Matt.
"No, but I agree with Ethan that it does make me look cooler. Dear God, I'm agreeing with
Ethan. Get the doctor!"
Everyone laughed, though it was rather controlled. They seemed to worry that maybe Eric
had snapped, and he was taking Angela's habits. Eric knew this but he didn't alert them to it.
"Well, I gotta split. Later Eric. Hope you feel better." With that, Ethan left.
"Same here." Kate left. Soon everyone but Lizzie was gone.
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"So, I guess you still have a few questions for me?"
"No. I just don't have anyone to pick me up."
"Pick you up?"
"I've been here for the past 2 days."
"How long was I out?"
"5 days."
"5!"
"Yep. You were in critical condition for 3 days. You leveled out yesterday. Also, the doctor
says you have 4 broken ribs, so you shouldn't do much moving." She noticed that he was thinking
about something.
"What is it?"
"What's today?"
"March 28th. Why?"
"It seems like shit always happens around this time."
"What do you mean?"
"My mom died March 24th. Nick and I separated March 30th. Then 3 years later, Angela
dies, Nick tries to kill me and I land in the hospital in critical condition. What next?"
Eric never got the answer to that as his father came in to report that they would go to the
funeral in 2 days. Behind him was a cop.
"Eric, this is Officer Chang. He's in charge of the manhunt for Nick."
"Manhunt? He's still out running around?"
"Yes, unfortunately. He sneaked out of the hospital once his cast was on his arm."
"Cast?"
"Mr. Craft broke his arm after you collapsed. He was treated here and was supposed to be
transferred to the station. He escaped before they got to his room. Which brings me to my next point.
Nick might try to attack you again. To make sure that he doesn't, we want to place guards at your
house. This will not only protect you, but it will give us a chance to catch him and convict him. Do
you agree with this?"
Eric thought for a moment. In one hand, he would be safe. But what about Lizzie and the
others? What would become of them? In the other hand, if he disagreed, he could hunt down that
traitor himself. He weighed his options. He came to a decision.
"Yes. But under one condition."
"What?"
"I know Nick better than you. He'll try to hurt my friends as well as me. To draw me out. If
I make a list, will you bring those on it to my house so they can be protected too?"
"Definitely. Make me a list, and we'll gather them to your house. We'll send their families
off with relatives."
"Thank you officer."
"No problem."
Officer Chang, Spencer McKader, and Lizzie left Eric with his thoughts to sort through.
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Eric left the hospital the next day. Those on his list were brought to his house.
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Miranda Sanchez
Matt and Lizzie McGuire
Ethan Craft
Larry Tudgeman
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The day of the funeral, They proceeded to the cemetery where Eric's mother was buried on
the outside of town. It was very somber. Subdued. When the eulogy was finished, Eric stayed behind
at the grave to reminisce of times long dead. He was shallow enough in thought to register the light
touch of Lizzie's hand on his shoulder.
"Are you alright?"
"As fine as I'm gonna get."
She moved up to his side, looking down at the headstone of his mother.
"Elizabeth Ann McKader. Born April 4th Died March 24th. She has my name."
"Yeah."
"You never told me."
"You never asked."
"Eric, did you miss us? While you were gone?"
"Yeah, but not as much as missed you."
"So it's true."
"What?"
"You do like me."
"What?!"
Eric had accidently spoke his true feelings without even knowing it.
"You like me."
"How did you find out?"
"Your sister told me the day after you saved me. While you were getting your bike. So tell
me. Do you like me? Or do you love me?"
This question had thrown Eric so off balance that his brain was numb. He couldn't speak.
And yet... He managed to do what he had been dreaming of doing since Japan.
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He kissed her.
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The kiss was deep. It was like he just touched his lips to a fine wine. It was the same kiss
that he had seen back in his dream. The same passion filled, love driven, forever joining kiss. Both
their minds were reeling. It was a sensation of such heated passion that filled them with waves of
purely natural highs. When it was over, they looked in their eyes, and saw not Lizzie McGuire or
Eric McKader, but the souls of two people who loved each other with more passion than anyone else
on earth.
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Yin and Yang were almost one.
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Well, I hope you have enjoyed that. I finally began the fluff. Don't worry that's not all.
Expect the sequel to have a Jennifer Lopez size butt-load of fluff. Remember to tell your friends
about this story. When you review leave a footnote for me. Pretty please??? Check in for another
update coming soon. Till then... kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...
"So... many... boxes. So... many... boxes!" The author would like to apologize for his lack of
an update on the story, Yin-yang. He went insane and was committed to the local asylum. Because
of this, the story will be discontinued.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
HAH! Did you think I would really do that? Hell no! The real reason I didn't update was
because I was busy moving from my old house to my new house. It wasn't anything serious, it was
just a house-2-house, not a town-2-town or a, God forbid, state-2-state. But it felt like I was poking
myself in the eye with a sharp stick. It felt sooo good to stop! Anyway, now that I'm settled in I can
get back on track.
A couple of notes before I begin. My other story, Project: Exodus, was removed from FF.net
for certain reasons. One of these were that a lot of the chapters were filled with extreme violence and
gore and language, the same amount you would find in a Friday the 13th film. That and the
characters were out of character.
My other note is that, yes, I am making a sequel to Yin-yang. It is called Yin-yang 2: Black
and White. It will take place about 5 years after this one and will hopefully be longer than this.
I saw the Lizzie McGuire movie this weekend. Funny and witty in some places, but lacking
in others. I personally would have enjoyed more Matt moments, as he's my favorite character. He
reminds me of me when I was younger and pestering my brother and sister. Good nonetheless.
I think that's everything. Enjoy!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Eric was bombarded with questions. They ranged from things like "Are you ok?" to "Who
was that?" He attempted to stem the tide and answer them one at a time.
"One at a time! One at a time!"
Silence.
"Now. To answer the first and obvious question, yes I'm fine, though I've been better.
Anything else?"
Larry spoke first.
"Who was that?"
"His name was Nick Mayer. He used to be my best friend. But when my mom died, I just
ignored him. And everyone else. He must have taken it very personal to track me down and try to
kill me."
"But why?"
"Because he tried to help me, and I shunted him. That, and when he tried for the last time to
help, I actually snapped, and attacked him. I regret that now, and I wish I could apologize."
This struck a note with everyone in the room. They knew that there was more to Eric than
meets the eye, but this was digging really deep. Eric seemed to know what they were thinking, as he
said softly, "I know. Surprising, isn't it?"
"You have no idea." said Miranda.
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, where did you get that cool-ass scar?" blurted Ethan.
Everyone muttered in agreement as this was addressed. Eric just stared at Ethan like he
wanted nothing better than to snap his neck like a twig. He finally answered.
"I picked up this little beauty mark in Japan. It's common knowledge in Japan that Tokyo is
infested with street gangs. I had enough sense the first time I visited when I was nine, to make
friends with one particular gang that was more like a police force. Good guys. They provided me
with some very good protection while I was there. I just made the mistake of traveling alone into a
rival gangs territory. Thankfully It was only 2 guys but one of them was armed with a knife. He
managed to get me when I wasn't looking. It's nothing. I healed really fast. But it is a permanent
scar."
"Does it hurt?" asked Matt.
"No, but I agree with Ethan that it does make me look cooler. Dear God, I'm agreeing with
Ethan. Get the doctor!"
Everyone laughed, though it was rather controlled. They seemed to worry that maybe Eric
had snapped, and he was taking Angela's habits. Eric knew this but he didn't alert them to it.
"Well, I gotta split. Later Eric. Hope you feel better." With that, Ethan left.
"Same here." Kate left. Soon everyone but Lizzie was gone.
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"So, I guess you still have a few questions for me?"
"No. I just don't have anyone to pick me up."
"Pick you up?"
"I've been here for the past 2 days."
"How long was I out?"
"5 days."
"5!"
"Yep. You were in critical condition for 3 days. You leveled out yesterday. Also, the doctor
says you have 4 broken ribs, so you shouldn't do much moving." She noticed that he was thinking
about something.
"What is it?"
"What's today?"
"March 28th. Why?"
"It seems like shit always happens around this time."
"What do you mean?"
"My mom died March 24th. Nick and I separated March 30th. Then 3 years later, Angela
dies, Nick tries to kill me and I land in the hospital in critical condition. What next?"
Eric never got the answer to that as his father came in to report that they would go to the
funeral in 2 days. Behind him was a cop.
"Eric, this is Officer Chang. He's in charge of the manhunt for Nick."
"Manhunt? He's still out running around?"
"Yes, unfortunately. He sneaked out of the hospital once his cast was on his arm."
"Cast?"
"Mr. Craft broke his arm after you collapsed. He was treated here and was supposed to be
transferred to the station. He escaped before they got to his room. Which brings me to my next point.
Nick might try to attack you again. To make sure that he doesn't, we want to place guards at your
house. This will not only protect you, but it will give us a chance to catch him and convict him. Do
you agree with this?"
Eric thought for a moment. In one hand, he would be safe. But what about Lizzie and the
others? What would become of them? In the other hand, if he disagreed, he could hunt down that
traitor himself. He weighed his options. He came to a decision.
"Yes. But under one condition."
"What?"
"I know Nick better than you. He'll try to hurt my friends as well as me. To draw me out. If
I make a list, will you bring those on it to my house so they can be protected too?"
"Definitely. Make me a list, and we'll gather them to your house. We'll send their families
off with relatives."
"Thank you officer."
"No problem."
Officer Chang, Spencer McKader, and Lizzie left Eric with his thoughts to sort through.
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Eric left the hospital the next day. Those on his list were brought to his house.
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Miranda Sanchez
Matt and Lizzie McGuire
Ethan Craft
Larry Tudgeman
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The day of the funeral, They proceeded to the cemetery where Eric's mother was buried on
the outside of town. It was very somber. Subdued. When the eulogy was finished, Eric stayed behind
at the grave to reminisce of times long dead. He was shallow enough in thought to register the light
touch of Lizzie's hand on his shoulder.
"Are you alright?"
"As fine as I'm gonna get."
She moved up to his side, looking down at the headstone of his mother.
"Elizabeth Ann McKader. Born April 4th Died March 24th. She has my name."
"Yeah."
"You never told me."
"You never asked."
"Eric, did you miss us? While you were gone?"
"Yeah, but not as much as missed you."
"So it's true."
"What?"
"You do like me."
"What?!"
Eric had accidently spoke his true feelings without even knowing it.
"You like me."
"How did you find out?"
"Your sister told me the day after you saved me. While you were getting your bike. So tell
me. Do you like me? Or do you love me?"
This question had thrown Eric so off balance that his brain was numb. He couldn't speak.
And yet... He managed to do what he had been dreaming of doing since Japan.
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He kissed her.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The kiss was deep. It was like he just touched his lips to a fine wine. It was the same kiss
that he had seen back in his dream. The same passion filled, love driven, forever joining kiss. Both
their minds were reeling. It was a sensation of such heated passion that filled them with waves of
purely natural highs. When it was over, they looked in their eyes, and saw not Lizzie McGuire or
Eric McKader, but the souls of two people who loved each other with more passion than anyone else
on earth.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yin and Yang were almost one.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Well, I hope you have enjoyed that. I finally began the fluff. Don't worry that's not all.
Expect the sequel to have a Jennifer Lopez size butt-load of fluff. Remember to tell your friends
about this story. When you review leave a footnote for me. Pretty please??? Check in for another
update coming soon. Till then... kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...