It had been one week since the incident. One. Full. Week.
And Yang had yet to accomplish anything remotely useful. Even worse though, the tall huntress knew she was being played with like a toy.
Now the blonde had never considered herself a fan of indecisiveness. Because when it came right down to it, the world fell into two basic categories. Good and Bad. Right and Wrong.
If you knew which was which, there should be no hesitation when deciding. Period. But, if for some reason there happened to be a gray area in between the two sides, you had to go with your gut instinct. No exceptions. No hesitations.
Unless you happened to be Neo...in that case all of the older girl's morals seemed to go up in flames.
As of right now the gray area, or the very small assassin, was causing Yang an extreme amount of aggravation. Her attitude was becoming stoic and clipped, and her expression neared deadly more times out of most.
The change in demeanor had become so frightening that almost everyone in Beacon, Ozpin and Goodwitch included, seemed to be keeping a VERY healthy amount of distance between themselves and the teen. Even Ruby herself had gone the extra mile to secure a portable fire extinguisher, should her sister suddenly combust from silent rage.
No one knew why, and no one dared to ask what had made the happy-go-lucky blonde angry enough to set fire to nearly half of the training dummies in the training areas. Truthfully they were all were right to fear for their personal safety.
However instead of a "supposedly" being on her "monthly hell week" that all girls tended to react to, Yang's anger stemmed from a much smaller source.
A smaller, annoying, midget sized, evil, short, egotistical, little source.
Just thinking about the minx had the tall girl visibly steaming during her entire walk back to her dorm room.
Every moment of her life had suddenly become focused on Neo and their last encounter. While Yang didn't like to consider herself a hypocrite, she could feel her childhood tendency of obsession taking over for the second time in her life. Despite JUST having this talk with Blake weeks ago!
The thought of allowing the multi-colored girl to control her everyday thoughts made Yang furious, and her red eyes showed it clear as day.
That anger just so happened to also leave four freshman hunters staring wide eyed at the seizable punch indents on their lockers.
Though the blonde agreed to worry about repercussions later, for now she just wanted to rest and possibly scream into her pillow. She was hoping for an empty room when she arrived, because another night of "We're here for you Yang", "Confide in us Yang", and "You look like death just take a nap Yang"'s might just be the final straw before the worked up girl finally snapped.
Being so on edge, reminded the huntress as to why she was heading back early in the first place. Every second wasted on the other girl's colorful appearance and mirth was a second of lost patience.
Neo was suppose to be on the opposite side of the spectrum. She was meant to represent was the dark and sinister half that opposed every one of Yang's morals. She was her god forsaken enemy! SHE WAS SUPPOSE TO ACT LIKE IT.
What she wasn't meant to do was leave a business card with the neat script writing of "text me" in front of her rival. She wasn't suppose to make Yang feel like a school girl getting hit on by some mysterious admirer.
The blonde nearly took her door off the wall with the force she slammed it with.
However the heater besides her and Blake's shared bunk did end up getting a suspiciously foot shaped indent in it's metal framing.
Her meeting with the tiny assassin last week had left Yang with something akin to a hourly migraine.
Recalling all of the events leading up to her current state was like driving an iron needle through her skull.
First off like any sane person, her immediate instinct had been to investigate.
The number on the business card was linked to a private scroll number, she figured that much. But the kicker was that it was untraceable and basically nonexistent for anything other then one what seemed like text messages.
Score Neo:50, Yang:-100
Her second course of action had been where the issue with decisions came into play.
While the blonde had more then enough reasoning to turn the number over to Ironwood, the gray area of doubt continued to claw at her conscious.
The words "text me" were just so...unlike her. It was too predictable to be a trap. So much so that it was something no one in their right mind would be stupid enough to write!
Of course Neo was smart enough not to leave a blatant threat, or a secret assortment of words, or directions to an abandoned warehouse. But come on. REALLY?
"Text me", that's what she decided to write?
It had been shocking and...unexpected to say the least.
So instead of enlisting the help of an entire military brigade, or even her own team, Yang ultimately ended up assigning herself, her own private mission.
Investigate and get to the bottom of what new game her rival was playing at. Should have been easy enough for someone who left their number right? Wrong.
As the days continued to tally up, it became apparent that the blonde was barely making any progress, and that Neo had covered every possible loophole.
Days 1 through 3 had been spent digging through scroll books and tracing every possible number in the kingdom for something that came relatively close to the number listed.
Day 4 was full of rage and self pitying gym workouts, leading to a hefty amount of charred equipment.
Days 5 and 6 had been full of more researching and a few head butts against a wall due to frustration.
Currently Day 7 had resulted in another rage fest, and a few bruised knuckles.
However, now having a single moment of peace away from her concerned and confused team mates and professors, Yang had finally come down to her last possible option.
It was dangerous, and pathetic on her own part. But desperate times meant desperate measures.
She sent a text message.
Well more so an illegible bundle of hasty letters spelling "Hmmdajs", before dive bombing behind her and Blake's bunk bed.
Sue her alight? So what if she was slightly apprehensive over the possibility of her scroll exploding or a sudden aerial fleet coming down on her exact location.
Paranoia had never been a particularly great part of sleepless nights and exhaustion from over working.
Eventually though, the soft thumping of a vibrate alert, caused lilac eyes to peer over at her turned over scroll. The words NEW MESSAGE taunted her.
With slow and wary steps, Yang managed to force herself to read aloud the response she had received. To say she was outraged and relieved at once would be an understatement.
"I knew you were slow in a fight, but I hope this isn't your way of telling me your illiterate as well?"
The blonde huntress could practically feel herself burning up at the jab, but she remained relatively calm for the time being. This still was considered a dangerous situation, and Yang's taut muscles remained highly alert. One wrong move and she'd lose her one chance to finally best Neo.
Pale fingers moved quickly in response.
"You tried to kill me. Excuse me for being cautious."
The reply was instant.
"I follow orders. Same as you. However would it interest you to know I no longer work with Roman?"
Yang stared at her screen for a few minutes, before her narrowed gaze trailed over the message once, twice, then three times.
If Neo wasn't with the White Fang anymore...then why leave her number? It didnt add up.
Yang allowed her hands to type out a slow response.
"Why should I believe you?"
Again, Neo wasted no time.
"I wouldn't blame you for being scared. Perhaps last time I had been a little too rough with such a delicate girl like you."
Like wildfire, the blonde's mane of hair erupted into flames. Lilac gave way to red, as the huntress nearly cracked her screen with her aggressive key smashing.
"I am not scared of a pint sized walking ice cream cone!"
She could practically feel Neo's smirk through her next words.
"Oh really? Why not prove it by meeting me at this address in half an hour. Perhaps speaking face to face will allow you the peace of mind you need to no longer fear me3"
The trap had been set, and had this conversation been a week ago, Yang would have hesitated at least for one moment to consider the bait she was being teased with.
But, tired and fueled with immense anger, logic was bested over by determination. The blonde was out of her door as she sped walked down the Beacon corridors. All the while her eyes never left her scroll.
"I'll be there in 15 minutes. We are ending this now."
Meanwhile high above on the roof top of the First Year Dormitories, Neo sat perched with her legs crossed as she watched in amusement as her latest conquest angrily shouldered past countless students. Making a visible scorched up trail behind her as she made way towards the city with the posture of a woman on a mission.
The colorful girl stood with a smile as her eyes flashed from brown to pink.
Yang was already proving to be quite entertaining for her.