Chapter 2

"Stand up and fight me!" Yang's thoughts were all jumbled as she stared down her multicolored adversary. The little criminal deflected every blow that came at her, always running but never in retreat. Yang knew the game that Neo was playing with her and it only infuriated the blonde brute to no end. The train jolted slightly as she glared into those cocky eyes, the scowl on Yang's face only growing fiercer as time passed. Neo, for her part, continued to sit and look at Yang, always waiting for the blonde to make the first move in their little dance.

Neo tilted her head to the side, contemplating the blonde like a small child and Yang charged throwing a quick series of jabs that Neo simply deflected off her umbrella as she lifted herself by one hand on her crate. The acrobat spun around kicking out her feet and flourishing the umbrella, continuing to parry the blonde's increasingly frantic jabs. Landing on her feet, Neo flipped into the air, using the momentum of her legs to hit Yang and cause the blonde to retreat under the woman's agile attacks.

Neo finally stopped, ending up on one foot with her other leg raised in the air and the blonde a good few meters away from her. She smiled as Yang brought her fist back for a clearly telegraphed attack. The blast from the Ember Celica flew forward and Yang watched as the pink and brown girl simply twirled and absorbed the blast with her umbrella. Yang charged the woman who currently had her back turned to her but with surprising agility spun again as Yang's fist made contact with the parasol. Neo spun back around and looked at Yang with the same smile she had at the beginning of the fight, clearly enjoying the blonde's feeble attempts at fighting.

Neo marched forward, using her now closed umbrella as a staff, throwing strike after strike at the blonde with Yang deflecting and blocking with a series of blasts from her gauntlets. Neo spun and threw a high kick which Yang, with a surge of triumph, caught. The blonde stepped forward, closing the distance and, using the added leverage, flung Neo into the air, throwing her towards the ground. The menacing foe simply flipped out of the throw, landing back on two feet and charged Yang.

Yang stood her ground, preparing for a direct series of attacks but instead feeling shock as the smaller woman latched her umbrella into Yang's back and, using the momentum from her charge, climbed her way up the blonde's back. She grabbed Yang's outstretched arm and flipped off of her back, hurling Yang towards the top of the train. Yang saw all this in a blur of pink and brown as she found herself flying at the cold metal top of the train. She closed her eyes as she felt the impact…


Yang woke with a start in Professor Port's class. Luckily no one around her noticed as everyone else was in a similar state of consciousness as the plump man drawled on with his long-winded story about some past hunt. A bead of sweat crawled its way down Yang's forehead as she went to wipe it off, pausing as she saw her hand shaking uncontrollably. The blonde hastily put it back under her desk trying to breathe deeply to calm herself.

Blake looked up from the notebook that she had been doodling in, noticing the shaken look in her partner's eyes. Instantly filled with concern Blake reached out a hand to Yang. The faunus' fingers barely grazed her friend's shoulders before another hand shot up and grabbed her wrist. Amber eyes stared into violet as Yang slowly came to the realization of what had just happened.

"I'm so sorry," Yang said under her breath, releasing Blake's wrist and slowly turning back to stare down at her notebook.

Blake dismissed the apology knowing full well how heightened people's reactions could be when in a state of vulnerability. "What's wrong Yang?"

Yang merely shook her head taking a few deep breaths before putting on a halfhearted smile. "It's nothing," she huffed, shrugging her shoulders, "Just a bad dream is all."

"You and I both know that's a load of bull Yang," Blake said, glaring at the blonde. "You've been acting very strange these past few days and Ruby says you've been muttering in your sleep."

Yang dropped the false smile, instead choosing to stare at the unused notebook laying on in front of her. Moments passed as Yang slowly collected herself. "I'm just trying to get through something," she sighed, absent mindedly rubbing the back of her head.

Blake could see the pain in her partner's eyes. The raven haired faunus racked her brain, trying to think back through the past week for what could possibly be causing so much distress. Anything that could rattle someone as strong Yang had to be massive. "You can tell me, we're all here…"

"Girls," a voice boomed from the front of the room as both the huntresses jumped in their seats "Is there something you would like to add for the benefit of the class,". Professor Port looked up at the two expectedly as both Blake and Yang's faces melted with guilt.

"Sorry professor," Blake apologized immediately while Yang just shot the elder man one of her trademark smiles.

The man simply huffed, his mustache curling with a slight smile. "Well pay attention, this information could save your lives one of these days," Port stated with an air of bravado.

"Doubt it," Yang muttered under her breath as their greying teacher launched back into his story as though nothing had happened. Yang sat back in her seat with a sigh as she looked around. After the brief moment of excitement everyone just slipped back into their individual comas. Everyone save for the members of her own team who were now looking at her with concern. Weiss' head was tilted to the side and Ruby had her silver eyes in full on puppy mode. She didn't want to have to explain herself to them. This was something that she had to deal with on her own.

Blake's hand rested back on Yang's arm, as the blonde turned to look at her. The amber eyes made it clear that this was not over and Yang went back to staring at the paper in front of her, trying to get her mind to match the emptiness in front of her.

A few minutes passed with no change in the general atmosphere of the classroom. Yang had started another staring contest with the ceiling and the rest of the members of team RWBY were all back to their usual class time mannerisms.

The sound of a boxing ring bell rang throughout the din of the room as everyone snapped up, looking around for the source of the disturbance. Yang just cursed her cluttered mind as she realized that she had forgotten to silence the scroll currently sitting in her bag. She felt a good number of eyes on her as she fished the device out of her bag and quickly corrected her mistake. Looking up confirmed her fears as half the class were glancing back at her. One glare from the blonde sent all of them snapping back to the front of the class

"Miss Xiao Long," came an all too familiar voice, "Please see me after class for the details of the new essay on Nevermore tactics and weaknesses you will be writing."

"Yes sir," Yang mumbled as Port continued to stare up at her. He simply huffed and, without a second thought, launched back into his story.

Yang cursed under her breath, looking at her scroll to see who she was going to be hunting down after classes were done for the day. Her irritation only increased as she saw that the offending number was unknown. It wasn't until she opened the message that all her previous anger vanished in an instant.

"Hey Blondie, it's Junior. There's a girl sitting in the club that matches the description that you gave me the other night. Pink and brown colors, and silent as all hell. Wouldn't of noticed her if she hadn't been the only one here. Rarely get anyone here this early 'cept for the oddballs."

Yang's heart sored with triumph at the prospect of a rematch. She quickly typed a response, telling the club owner that she would be there as soon as possible. Yang looked up at the clock, seriously considering just bolting then and there. The thought was dismissed almost as soon as it was created when she saw that there was only a few minutes left. She didn't want to risk further testing the patience of Port and getting a more extensive punishment. Yang knew that she was going to be rather busy tonight as is.


Horns blared throughout the streets as a yellow blur flew passed the aggravatingly slow vehicles on its way to Junior's club. Yang's heart was soaring at the prospect of seeing the girl who humiliated her so thoroughly during their last encounter, but at the same time something inside of her was worried.

'What if I can't do it' she thought to herself as Bumblebee zoomed its way towards her final destination. Yang shook off the doubt knowing that that kind of thinking was just going to end up hindering her in the impending brawl. She put on her game face as she approached the club, the pounding beats signifying that events were in full swing inside the building. 'Sure hope Junior has gotten a better insurance policy since last time'.

Tires squeaked to a halt in front of double doors as Yang removed her helmet and shook out her hair. She looked towards the entrance with the nagging little doubt creeping back into her head. Slowly that nagging doubt creeped forward, infecting the rest of her brain until every instinct inside of her was screaming at her to hop back on her bike and run. Unfortunately, pride won over instinct that day and Yang took the first step towards the club, cracking her knuckles in an attempt to strengthen her resolve.

The doors slammed opened as the bouncer on duty looked up with a falling heart. Red eyes stared him down, daring him to even speak to her. The bouncer slammed his fist on the button that opened the larger double doors leading to the main room, quickly sidestepping to the corner as the blonde marched her way through. The man could feel the heat emanating off her and swore that he wasn't opening those doors no matter how much screaming he heard.

Yang took in every corner of the club, looking for a flash of pink or the odd umbrella amongst the sea of people currently residing inside the room. Red and white light flashed around the room making it slightly harder for her to find the prey she so desired. Eventually giving up her search she marched her way over to the bar, instead scanning for the short black beard and possible red sunglasses of her informant.

Junior's sixth sense kicked in as he felt the atmosphere in the club change slightly. Looking up from the far side of the bar he saw in the flashing light a pair of fiery red eyes and golden hair marching towards him. He took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the worst. The bar owner had managed to get a majority of his security staff on duty tonight but he had a sinking feeling the increased presence would just further aggravate the girl.

The tall club owner straightened his tie as Yang stomped up to the bar. "Blondie, good to see…"

A fist slammed down on the bar, cutting Junior off from his typical greeting and sending several drinks spilling over. When the owners looked up to yell at the perpetrator they quickly shrank back at the shear presence in front of them. "Where?" It was a demand as much a question and Junior quickly pointed to a table in one of the enclaves of the club, completely shrouded in shadows. Yang quickly searched the darkness before stopping. She could feel the piercing glare on her as she slowly turned her head to the pink and brown resting in the darkness. Even from here she could see the small cocky smile.

Junior saw the signs in front of him and his heart fell as what he realized was inevitable the minute he texted the blonde came to happen. "Now Blondie, before things get too heavy," he started in a futile attempt to get Yang to listen to reason.

Unfortunately for him Yang's current state of anger and determination at seeing the source of her emotional state these past few weeks blocked out all reason and sound from around her. The music pounding through the club melted to a dim thud as Yang marched forward through the dance floor, pushing the patrons of the club out of her way. Seeing all of this, some of the newer security men stepped forward to intercept the blonde.

Junior had only bowled a few times before this moment but the metaphor still sprang forth in his head as he witnessed his men fly through the sky and land to the club floor. Some of the more lucid club goers quickly ran to escape the carnage, jamming up in the exit as the doorman was reluctant to allow the door to open. Filing away the future firing for later, Junior looked back to the blonde as she reached the table.

Yang scowled across the table at the silent woman in front of her, slowly working up a frenzy as Neo continued just to smile at the blonde brute. The acrobat could see the fury working up inside of her old play thing, at the same time noting the small glint of what Neo recognized as fear.

The smile only grew as she opened her mouth. "I've been looking forward to seeing you again."

Yang was momentarily taken aback at the small controlled sound that had just come from in front of her, her eyes momentarily going back to their normal deep violet. She had never heard Neo make a sound before even during their fights. There was something about the way she spoke those few words though that completely unnerved Yang. She could feel her heart pounding in her throat as the smaller woman sat in front of her with what Yang could only identify as pure glee in her voice.

It only took Neo sitting back in her chair, cocking her head to one side and smiling deeper for Yang to snap out of the surprise. The red sprang back into the blonde's eyes as she slammed both of her fists down onto the table in between them.

The small metal disk flew end over end into the air before finally slamming down onto the dance floor behind Yang. What was left of the club goers scattered as Junior groaned and retrieved his newly repaired bat from under the bar, his two twins looking to him for orders. He just shook his head as he threw his sunglasses on. Getting in the way would only serve to infuriate the blonde even further. He knew his best course of action was to hang back and hope that there wouldn't be too much damage.

Metallic clicks filled the club as Yang's twin bracelets transformed themselves into the Ember Celica, the action clicking back as the blonde drew back her fist. Planting a firm foot forward, Yang drove her fist down into the source of her fury. The space in front of her shattered to pieces as the image of Neo faded and the chair she had been sitting in took the full force of the shot.

Yang's heart skipped a beat as she looked wildly around for any sign of the multi-colored girl. A soft tap on the shoulder sent her whirling around to deliver another punch at whomever was behind her but once again she hit nothing but air as Neo nimbly jumped back, opening her umbrella and settling it on her shoulder. Neo brought her hand up and crooked her finger at Yang.

The blonde leaped forward, delivering blow after blow that would normally send her foes flying but a sickening feeling in her stomach told her that history was slowly repeating itself as Neo parried each strike with quick flicks of her wrist. Neo flipped back as Yang's fist slammed down into the floor, creating a crater where the acrobat once stood.

Yang quickly swung her other fist up, firing a ranged blast at Neo. The smile that grew on Yang as she saw the space where the girl stood engulf in flames quickly evaporated as Neo simply spun around, absorbing the entire shot against the umbrella canopy.

The blonde mane of hair exploded with flames that matched the fury of the fighter as Yang hurled herself forward with reckless abandonment. Neo grabbed the fist that came flying towards her and used the momentum of the charging brute to leap into the air, briefly balancing herself by one hand on Yang's head before clenching her fist and leaping off.

Landing lightly on her feet, Neo stood up holding in her closed fist a few strands of gold. Yang took in the entire sight and felt a primal scream erupt from her throat as the air around her exploded with energy. Neo giggled at the sight of the child in front of her and tucked away her new trophy into her breast pocket, topping the whole ordeal with an overexaggerated patting of the fabric over the trinket.

The Ember Celica exploded behind Yang as she rocketed forward at little witch. Neo shook her head at the endeavor before quickly sidestepping Yang and grabbing the outstretched arm once again. Using the off balanced movement of the blonde Neo swung the girl around, spinning like a ballerina as she hurled Yang at the nearest pillar.

Yang felt a strange sense of déjà vu as she watched the smaller woman shrink away from her before feeling a large impact and then nothing.

The dust across the dance floor settled as Neo straightened herself. The woman stretched, her arms raised into the air as she walked slowly towards the unconscious blonde. Walking around the blonde so as to avoid the sprawling heaps of golden hair, she looked down with a sense of pity. Neo thought to herself what she should do next. It was a shame to waste such looks and talent and she wasn't necessarily in the way anymore unlike the train. Neo closed her umbrella, latching it onto her belt as she knelt down to shift the hair out of the sleeping blonde's face. Letting her hand slide across Yang's cheek she stood up. 'There is always more fun to be had, and big brother Torchwick would always love a new source of information' she thought to herself, imagining the joy it would bring to the man that had taken her under his wing.

Grabbing a hold of the blonde's arm, Neo slowly dragged her to the exit of the club grimacing at the amount of dead weight. 'So much easier when they are conscious'.

"Now hold on there," came a deep voice from across the dance floor. Neo looked to her right and saw the owner of the club walking towards her, shouldering a missile launcher. The two cute twins that flanked him fanned to either side as Neo continued to drag Yang. "You've had your fun now just drop the girl, leave the club and no one else will get hurt," the man spoke with an air of authority. Neo laughed. Even through all the macho man speak Neo could hear the small little signs of a bluff. She had heard of the previous times her blonde had been to the club. This man couldn't stop her if he wanted to.

The twin in the red dress stepped in front of her causing Neo to pause momentarily before she simply stepped around her. The twin looked at her incredulously as she kept pace behind the little thing that had just torn up her precious boss' club. Junior marched forward, the rocket launcher on his back slowly transforming back into its bat configuration. "I SAID STOP!" Junior boomed, bringing the bat back before swinging it forward. He would not be disrespected by two separate girls in his club.

For the second time that night, the image of Neo shattered along with the unconscious Yang she had in tow. Junior stumbled at the lack of resistance his weapon had just met, managing to catch himself before wildly looking around. There was no trace of the pink and brown devil or Blondie save for a few strands of golden hair.


A/N: Hope you are enjoying. Curious where I'm going to take this but it should be fun. Once again please review if you can for any tips you have for a first time fanfic writer. I will update as soon as I have the time around my school schedule.

PS: This story is meant to be kind of a companion to Volume 3 meaning I'm going to try not to mess with canon story too much unless I have to so SPOILER WARNING FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS IF YOU HAVE NOT GOTTEN THROUGH VOLUME 3 OF RWBY YET. That being said once I reach the events of Volume 4 I should have a lot more liberties and as such have a lot more plans.

PSS I obviously do not own RWBY and the masterpiece that is the show belongs to Roosterteeth