Ok, can I just start by saying that I'm sorry to all of you people who are reading my other fics and awaiting updates, and instead get nothing but me starting new fics. I'm sorry but I just had to write this.
Due to the fact that I do have several fanfics already that need updating I will tell you now not to expect an update for a while. Nor do I want you to push me for updates. I don't mind a 'hope you update soon', but please no 'update already, your taking forever and I want to find out what happens next dammit' s. Cause they really don't help much now do they.
Oh, and readers of my Dolomite Heart story will be pleased to know that I am devoting most of my weekend and any free time I can scrounge up between mock exams and work experience to finishing the next chappie, which will be up soon (you deserve it, you've been waiting since February!). I will not update this story till the next chappie of Dolomite Heart is up, but it will probably be the next to be updated after that, so in other words this one may also be updated in the not too distant future.
The rest of the author's notes can be found at the end of the chapter.
Note: This story is a slash fic between Carl and Yang. You have been warned. If you do not like slash or the idea of this coupling then you always have the option of clicking the back button, which I suggest any of you Carl/Yang haters out there do now. This pairing is absolutely crazy, and was born of my warped mind after deciding that my two favourite characters should be paired together. I do not accept flames. Flame and be blocked, simple as that.
As the first person to ever create this pairing, I hereby dub it Carang. This is the now official name for the pairing, so says I!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yin Yang Yo, or Carl and Yang would be together and there would be many more explosions. I am, as far as I know, the first person to come up with the Carang pairing, and if so then I only own the idea. Neither character belongs to me.
1. Stinky Cheese And Sickly Roaches
"She did it!"
"What?! Yang, you're the one who decided to use the cheese gun to paint the dojo yellow!"
"Yeah, but you're the one who let me do it!"
"Let you do it?! What-"
The two debating siblings immediately did as ordered and looked up to the grumpy Panda leaning over them. Master Yo scowled down at the previously squabbling youngsters; head ringing from both the noise they had been making and the strong foul odor of the liquid cheese splattered over the dojo walls.
"I simply asked why the dojo has been covered in cheese. It did NOT require a yelling contest! Yin, could you please tell me what's going on here?"
"Hey! Why're you asking Yin? She'll just blame me!"
"That's because it's always your fault Yang."
"Hey, shut up! It's not always my fault! What about that time when-"
"Yang! Yin! Cut it out already!"
Again the two were silenced by the frustrated yelling of Master Yo.
"Honestly, you two really need to learn to get along. Any who, I was just asking Yin what happened. Oh, and she's right Yang, it is usually your fault."
"No buts! Now Yin, explain to me what happened here before I'm forced to throttle the two of ya."
"Well, it all started when you gave us our list of chores…"
15 minutes later
"…so Yang decided it would be easier to spray the dojo with cheese instead."
"Well it sounded like a good idea at the time! 'Sides, you weren't exactly complaining either Yin, you wanted to finish the chores just as much as I did."
"But I didn't tell you to do it! We were asked to give the dojo a fresh coat of paint, not make it look like a giant Gorgonzola!"
"Hey, I like Gorgonzola!"
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
"Kids stop fighting! Kids?" Shouted Master Yo, waving his arms in front of the arguing bunnies faces. When he got no response, he sighed and pulled a slip of paper and pen off a conveniently placed side table, quickly scribbling a note and leaving, mumbling something under his breath about 'dumb rabbits'.
25 minutes later both rabbits were seated on the floor, glaring angrily at one another and taking deep, calming breaths. Their argument had been a rather loud and tiring one and had left both siblings in a state of exhaustion.
Yin tore her gaze from her panting brother and looked off to the side. A small piece of paper placed carelessly on the floor grabbed her attention and she reached over and picked it up. Yang watched her groan once she'd read the paper, scrunching it up into a ball and throwing it to the other side of the room.
"What is it?"
Yin turned angry eyes on him once more.
"Master Yo's gone out partying with some of his old buddies. He wants this place clean by the time he gets back. Gee, thanks a lot for 'painting' the dojo Yang, it's not like you ever thought this was gonna happen!"
"Hey, shut up! We've already shouted about this already. Lets just clean the stupid room up before Grouchy McGrouch-A-Lot gets back."
Yin continued to glare at Yang, but eventually complied and walked off to get some water and a sponge, muttering insults about her brother under her breath.
Yin returned to find Yang already in a corner of the room, scraping furiously at the slowly drying cheese coating the walls with his own sponge. She let out a slight giggle at the sight. No matter what situation they were currently in; she still got a kick out of seeing Yang doing cleaning for once.
By the time night had finally fallen, about three hours later, Yin and Yang had successfully cleaned about half of the cheese from the walls. They were both completely worn out (three hours of scrubbing will do that to ya) and suffering from the extreme nausea the noxious fumes of the cheese were creating. When they finally decided to break for a while (Yang's complaining was beginning to eat at Yin's nerves again) it was well past 11.
Yang flopped down onto the couch, breathing hard and gagging back the bile rising in his throat.
"Ugh. I swear, if I live through this, I'll never play with the stinky cheese gun again."
Yin collapsed beside him, waving her hand in front of her face in an attempt to ward off the gut churning fumes.
"I'll hold you to that Yang. That's if we survive."
"Gee sis, really know how to comfort a guy don't ya."
Yin was about to reply, but was cut off by an insistent knocking at the door. Yin and Yang looked at each other, slightly panicked.
"You don't think its Master Yo do you?"
"If it was, why would he knock? He'd just waltz right in here and punish us for not doing the job he set us."
"Good point. Who could it be then? We never get visitors, unless it's Coop, and that's only so he can ask me out."
"Nah, it's not Coop. If it was, we'd hear him clucking by now. We should answer it, but just in case I'll drag this along."
Yang reached over the back of the sofa and picked up the cheese gun, holding it before himself and aiming it at the door.
"I thought you said you'd give that thing up if you survived this."
"Hey, there's no guarantee I'll survive yet."
Yin offered her brother a small grin before raising herself from the sofa and approaching the door, Yang following close behind her. Yin reached out and slowly opened the door, revealing the rather unexpected visitor.
Not expecting to be assaulted, Carl was caught quite off guard and hit dead on with the glob of liquidized cheese, covered in a generous head to toe coating of the stinky foodstuff.
"Yang! He wasn't attacking us."
"I know, I just couldn't help myself."
Both rabbits turned to Carl and laughed, watching as blobs of lumpy yellow mush dripped from his small form. Carl glared back at them, hands glowing red as he prepared to destroy the two; but suddenly froze, eyes misting over slightly.
The two siblings' laughter quieted as they watched Carl freeze up, rust coloured face turning a sickly green. He suddenly turned on his heel and ran to the nearest bush, doubling over and vomiting in the small shrub. Yin and Yang continued to stare, more than a little grossed out at the sight of Carl puking by the dojo. Eventually the sounds of retching subsided, Carl rising from the bush and wiping the remainder of the cheese from his body. He marched up to Yang, who still held a look of mild disgust on his face, before promptly exploding.
"What's wrong with you?! Are you trying to kill me?! I'm lactose intolerant!" He screeched, antennae flattening against his head in anger. Yang looked on at him, slightly stunned by the outburst, before regaining his composure.
"How was I supposed to know? And what are you even doing here Carl, shouldn't you be home trying to think up another way to ruin our lives?"
"Oh, heh heh, yeah, very funny. Such a comedian. You know, I would gladly get right back to plotting your demise except I can't at the moment!"
"Huh? What do you mean you can't?"
Carl sighed grumpily and stormed past Yang into the house, carefully avoiding any remaining pieces of cheese dotted about on the carpet and jumping onto the sofa, where he began pacing.
"Oh, you know, the usual. Mother kicks me out of the house because her precious little Herman wants to use my room as a new training area for his stupid army. And of course Herman always gets what he wants. So basically I need a place to stay till I'm finally strong enough to beat Herman and I figured this would be the best place due to Herman's panda allergies. As far as Herman's influence goes, I'm practically untouchable here!"
Carl finished his little tirade by throwing his arms up into the air as if he'd just unveiled something undeniably astounding, awaiting the response of the two bunnies.
Yin and Yang stared at him for a short while, allowing all the information to sink in, before Yang fell to the floor laughing.
"Dude, your mom kicked you out? Ha ha, that's hilarious! You still let that old dragon order you around? Shame dude, if I were you I'd have left home a long time ago!"
Carl glared down at him from his vantage point atop the sofa.
"Hey, shut it blue boy!"
"Yang, cut it out, this is serious! Carl's asking us for a place to stay!"
"Heh, no way Yin, this is just too priceless!"
Yang suddenly ceased rolling about on the floor and shot up into a sitting position.
"Wait, he wants to stay with us?!"
Carl and Yin simultaneously raised a hand to their foreheads in defeat. Apparently the situation hadn't quite sunk in yet.
"Um, hello, where've you been the past five minutes while I was explaining my reason for being here?"
"Guys, please, enough with the fighting. We need to think this out."
Yin looked at Carl suspiciously.
"Why should we trust you Carl, you've tried to kill us more times than I can count. Plus you ran away when we needed you to help us fight the Night Master. How do we know you're not just here to steal something from the Woo Foo armory or assassinate us in our sleep?"
Carl held his chin in his hands a short moment, thinking over Yin's words before nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders.
"I guess you don't. But if I was here to do that I'd have just barged right in through the doors and taken what I wanted, I'm pretty sure I'd be able to take you two easy peasy if I caught you off guard. And come on, are you still all pissed about that Night Master thing? You expected me to risk my life while you charged up an overly fancy lightning rod. What would you have honestly done in my situation?"
"Umm, stayed and helped. Duh." Replied Yin
"Whoa, that's overly noble of you. Anyway, can you two get on with discussing whether I'm allowed to stay or not. The fumes are beginning to get to me."
Carl slouched over slightly and clutched his stomach, which was beginning to growl quietly. Yin and Yang each discreetly took a step backwards, wanting to be out of range if Carl suddenly started vomiting again.
"Give us one good reason why we should let you stay Carl."
Carl frowned in thought.
"Well, we both share a common enemy, my brother Herman. If I can get powerful enough to defeat him, that's one less bad guy for you to worry about. Besides, I'll only be here till then, after that I'm moving back to my room, I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to." He muttered, clutching his stomach more forcefully as it began to gurgle violently.
"Well, I guess when you put it that way…"
"What! Yin! We can't let him stay with us!"
"Aww, come on Yang. He won't be here for long. Plus, if he's here we can keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't start any new 'take over the world' schemes. Please?"
Yang looked up at the two other occupants of the room, glaring slightly. Yin had what could only be described as a half pleading, half demanding look in her eye; and Carl a very hopeful, if mildly ill one. He glanced between the two a few times before sighing, dropping his arms in defeat.
"Ok, Ok, he can stay. But only till he beats Herman, then he's gone for good."
Carl jumped up and down on the sofa, shaking his arms above his head in victory.
"Woo! Yes, go me! I got a place to stay. TAKE THAT HERMAN!"
"… But he can't stay in the dojo."
Carl abruptly stopped his celebrating, looking at Yang quizzically.
"And why the hell not?"
Yang gestured around the room.
"The dojo's still covered in cheese. I don't want to have to deal with you waking me up every five minutes with the sounds of retching and vomiting. It's really disgusting."
Carl placed his small hands on his hips, glaring at the bunny.
"Then if I can't stay in the dojo with you, where the hell am I supposed to stay?"
5 minutes later
"There? You want me to sleep in there?! You have got to be kidding me!"
"I'm sorry dude but we haven't got anything else. Besides it's just for one night while we air out the dojo. Then I guess you'll be staying in our room. It's easier to watch you that way."
Carl glared venomously at Yang, gesturing furiously at the doghouse behind him.
"I refuse to sleep in a dog house! It's so degrading! Why do you even have one of these anyway, you don't own a dog!"
Yang huffed impatiently, itching to finish the conversation and get away from the infuriated cockroach.
"It's a long story OK? Look, just take these blankets and go to sleep! We can discuss this in the morning. If it's really that bad I'm sure you can always go back home and fight with Herman."
Carl sighed dejectedly, taking the blankets from Yang's outstretched hands and walking into the doghouse, barely needing to duck at the entrance. After a few minutes of shifting and grumbling, Carl finally settled down, signaling to Yang that it was safe to go inside.
Yang arrived to find that whilst he was gone Yin had managed to finish almost all the cleaning, leaving only a few cheesy splodges on the carpet and the nauseas fumes to deal with.
"Wow Yin, you sure were busy while I was gone. Lets get to bed, we have a lot to deal with in the morning."
Yin sighed groggily, wiping her brow and raising herself to her feet.
"I couldn't agree more."
They both trotted off to their room, eager to snatch any hours of sleep they could before the inevitable discussion with Master Yo in the morning. That would be sure to end badly.
"Man, Master Yo's not gonna like this…"
Dun Dun DUN! Woo! End of chapter one. Did ya like it? Review and tell me, creative criticism accepted, even welcomed.
Oh, and if anyone is interested in beta-ing the story please say so. I'm really insecure about my writing and though I don't tend to make many spelling mistakes, I find it hard to get the fic flowing right and the characters in-character.
Oh, and I encourage anyone out there who likes Yin Yang Yo to write a fanfiction on them. It's a fantastic show and there really aren't enough of them. This is the first romance so far. And I love romance fics, especially slash. I'd love if someone else started writing some too. I'll read pretty much anything (especially Carang, that's my fav XD) except Lena x Yang or Coop x Yin. I just don't like canon couplings, they annoy the hell outta me.
Anyways, more to come soon hopefully, but I am sorry if I end up taking a while, I swear I don't do it intentionally!
Review Please, flames will get you blocked.