"That oughta teach ya!" Yun grinned along with a fierce punch.

The owner of the Red Phoenix Cafe fell into a pile of garbage. He struggled to stand, but Yun retaliated with a sneaker toe on the man's chest. The young dragon leaned over to meet face to face, still grinning widely. "You don't go hirin' hitmen to terrorize my town, ya got that?" the chinese dragon added, "If you want better business, make better food."

Waving and laughing, he flittered away by skateboard.

It was not long before Yun was run in by a young boy. At first, Yun thought he was another groupie wishing an autograph. Strange they'd come after old man Gen's rumors. But the boy was flagging him in a persistent chase. Yun eventually thought that it wouldn't hurt to stop. He skidded to a halt and put on his best smile. He tipped his hat - there was nothing to be afraid of in his presence. "Somethin' I can help ya with, buddy?"

The boy blushed nervously. "Umm... your grandmother sent me to tell you to come home. She wants to see you."

Yun blinked, still grinning. He thought about what the boy said for a minute, then turned around and waved. "Sorry, man. No can do. Gramps don't want to see me around no more."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Lee? Didn't you hear? Gen the Assassin Fist left Hong Kong last night."

Yun stopped dead in his tracks. "He did, huh? I didn't think he'd listen to me. Stupid old fart, leavin' gran and the cat with no food. Someone's gotta take care of 'em..."

"Ah... Mr. Lee, are you all right? You're talking to yourself."

"...Just call me Yun, okay? 'Mister' makes me look old."

Soon, Yun was out of sight. He glided down the busy streets with either the crowd dodging his way or parting for him. "I don't talk to myself, do I, Yang?" he said aloud. He skidded to a halt and turned around. Unsurprisingly, no one was there. Yun scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed grin. Well of course Yang wasn't here. It seemed that Yun developed a habit of talking with silence replying. But without Yang, it appeared Yun was talking to himself. Strange habit to carry but that's the way things were.

First things first. Yun returned to the dingy hotel on Shun and Renten and checked out. The hotel manager was happy to see him go - he was the cause of the giant hole in the bathroom wall after all. Yun tipped his hat, promising to repair that hole soon. Then he headed for home.

Yun came to a halt at his happy house. He checked the mailbox. The letters were recent, meaning old man Gen had been checking them. Making a mental note to look for the older additions, he looked at what lay in his hands. Some bills, some fan mail, and a package addressed to Yang. Yun gazed at it somewhat curiously.

"It's gotta be that Hello Kitty puzzle game he sent for. I'll leave it in his room." he muttered to himself, then paused. He realized once again he was talking to himself. "Dammit all, Yang, where are you so I can rattle your ears off?"

Resting his skateboard under his arm, he opened the front door. As soon as he entered, a white cat greeted him.

"T-Tsuchin?" Yun yelped. He was not expecting his brother's cat to be there.

"Mroww...." the small kitten asked, leaping into his free arm and gazing with sad eyes. Yun didn't understand cats, but he could tell - no, instinctively know she was asking for Yang. "Where is Yang?" her eyes seemed to say.

Before Yun could reply with, "I don't know.", she scampered away. Yun followed, having not much else to do. Tsuchin beat him to the destination. He found the kitten scratching at Yang's closed bedroom door. He opened the door for her. She scurried inside, and when Yun entered, she had curled herself on Yang's pillow. Was she crying? Do cats cry? Regardless, she missed Yang.

"So this is Yang's room, huh...?" he asked himself - no, not himself, the cat. Yun had never really been in his brother's room for long periods of time. Yang bore secluded cat mannerisms, carrying on to his room - his private space - and Yun respected that. The room was filled with his gentle, moody aura, and his scent. Not to mention everything was tidy, much unlike Yun's room. To his direct left was a closed closet. To his front-left was a dresser, and to the right ahead of him was the door. On the dresser was a Hello Kitty clock and a framed photograph of the twins when they were 7. Yun smiled - he kept the same picture in his room as well.

He kicked his feet restlessly. His heels slid under the bed and caught on a pair of hand weights. Yun nearly burst out laughing, he had the same pair in his room under the bed as well. 'Come to think of it,' Yun mused, 'Some of the stuff we keep are exactly alike.' One may believe the reasoning deems that twins think akin. According to Yun's logic - "Little brother wants to be just like me."

Yun's stomach growled. He came to the conclusion he hadn't eaten since... since... a long time ago. He trot over to his grandmother's room and knocked on the door. "Yo, gran, want somethin' to eat?"

"Yes, please. That would be delightful," came her reply.

"No problemo. One Yun special coming up."

"Yang is not back yet?"

"What, gran, my cookin' ain't good enough? You just wait and see." With his blessed sharp wit, Yun was able to reply without hesitation.

He slipped downstairs. He peered in the fridge and came up with enough supplies to scrounge up a good meal. Pork Fried Rice, chicken wings, and steamed cabbage, he decided. A simple, filling dinner. Yun whistled to himself as he made all the necessary preparations. He didn't look the part, but from working at a grocery he picked up the ability to cook. As he cooked, he added a few spices here and there, repeatedly tasting until it was right. He then suddenly became uncharacteristically picky. Something was missing. Something was not right. Until finally, everything was ready. He whipped the food in various bowls and plates, then dished some out and took it to his grandmother's room.

"Here..." Yun whispered, helping his grandmother eat.

"Delicious," Grandmother Lee commented, "Just the way Yang cooks."

"It is, huh...?"

After Grandmother Lee finished her meal, Yun brought the dishes downstairs, and helped himself to the leftovers. "Cooking like Yang, huh?" he said to himself. "Naw, this ain't Yang's cooking." And still he won't admit that something felt missing without Yang.

Darkness began to fall. Yun spent the rest of his time at the skateboarding ramps in the back yard. Occasionally he glanced at Yang's window. (Yang's room had a perfect view of the backyard.) Of course Yang wasn't there, but Yun kept looking. Habit, maybe. No, he wouldn't admit he wished Yang was there watching over him as usual.

When it was time for bed, Yun camped on his bed. As much as he tried to sleep, Tsuchin's constant meowing kept him awake. Finally, he marched to the source - Yang's room, and tiredly declared, "Fine, Tsuchin, I'll keep you company."

Yun slipped under his brother's covers. He hoped Yang wouldn't be there the next morning. Tsuchin curled herself in a ball and snuggled to Yun's broad back.

The minutes ticked. Yun couldn't sleep. Everything about this room was so much like Yang. He reached under the covers and came in contact with a fluffy object. He pulled it out - a Hello Kitty doll. Yun chuckled. Yang had this doll since he was 9. Clutching the doll in his arms, he softly whimpered where no one could see him. Now he admitted it - he missed Yang.