Chapter 3

Okay. Third chapter. Finally some interaction. Before this starts I'd also mention that in this fic Yasuo won't be too eager to try and go back to Valoran, once he finds out everything. Remember that he was hunted and faced a death sentence in his past life. Other than finding the elder's killer, Yasuo has no motivation, no family ties or close friends. He couldn't afford to have any.

Also, I'm pulling the most cliched plot device ever: Memory loss :D! So Yasuo doesn't recall the last few hours: Void business and things. I'm not glossing it over, don't worry. It's just the next few chapters will be dedicated towards RWBY interaction. Valoran-related stuff won't come for a long time.

P.S. I'm going to write Yasuo with a bit of knowledge about technology and all that, but he won't have anything on Remnant's scrolls and stuff. Places like Piltover exist in League, though, so it makes sense that someone like Yasuo wouldn't be completely out of touch with machinery.

"His condition's stable. He suffered a major concussion but as far as I can see there's no damage done to his skull. Multiple broken bones, yes, but those will heal quickly."

"That is good to know. Please, keep me updated on his status however."

"Yes, yes. I've agreed to that. But you still haven't answered my questions. Where, how did h-"

"And I, have told you. I'm sorry, but I genuinely know nothing about this situation. I've checked the network and nothing matches his appearance. He's from one of the villages, I'd say. How he ended up there is beyond me."

Eyelids twitched, going unnoticed as the two deep in conversation stood up, and left the room, never ceasing their talking as the door clicked closed. As the voices faded, evidently moving down a hallway, those eyelids lifted, revealing two pale blue orbs wide with confusion.

"Where… Am I?"

Nothing came. The space in his brain that should have stored memories of what had happened in the last few hours of time was nothing but a muddled pool of images. He faintly recalled an explosion. And being attacked. He must have killed his assailants off, passed out, and been carried here. By… Whoever these people were.

Yasuo glanced around. He was on a bed. A soft one at that, with plain white sheets. The walls of the room were a pale blue, serving to calm him somewhat. Looking at his own arms, his breathing hitched as he noticed the multitude of cylinders and strange objects attached. Another wave of panic struck him as he realized he was no longer in his armour. His sword was also nowhere to be found, himself being dressed in a simple white gown.

Taking several deep breaths, Yasuo once again fought back the panic and confusion. This was… A hospital. As alien as the word sounded. Healing temples, but filled with technology. Apparently they employed techniques that seemed beyond magic, removing even deadly diseases with the tiniest piece of medicine. But that was in cities like Piltover and Demacia, far away from his life and home.

His former life and home.

But that wasn't the issue now. Now was the issue of where he was, how he got here, and what the people here planned to do with him. He was a hunted man. Assassins and bounty hunters didn't care whether you were injured or recovering. He had been in Freljord two days ago as he recalled, but this place had to be in a large metropolis. Demacia was far, far, away from that. Other possible candidates even more so.

Also the problem of where his armour and weapons had gone. He looked ridiculous in this thin, white, dress, not to mention the his lack of ability to defend himself should he meet with some less-tha-amiable individual.

Taking a deep breath, Yasuo tore the needles from his left arm, holding back a wince and wiping away the droplets of blood left behind. A device on the side of his bed began to beep rapidly, drawing a curse from him.

Yasuo's feet touched the floor soundlessly. His gaze swept the room one final time, confirming that there was nothing he could use here. He had to leave and find his belongings quickly. The sound of the machine, albeit not being of a high volume, would alert people of his absence soon enough.

Clenching and unclenching his hands once, Yasuo sighed as he padded out of the room and into the long, brightly lit but currently deserted hallway, dropping into a crouch as he immediately became alert of every single sound that travelled through them. Air swirled around his feet, scattering what little noise he made. There were many advantages to being well versed in the wind arts. Sneaking through buildings undetected was one of them.

…

In a surprising stroke of good luck, Yasuo found his gear soon after. It was strange, how irresponsible the people who had taken them away were. Obviously they didn't trust wan't him to have a hold of such a weapon before they did whatever with him, but placing it in a bin at the end of a corridor, along with umbrellas just seemed more than a little irresponsible. Picking up the weapon and strapping the sheath to his waist, Yasuo took comfort in the familiarity of the blade. It was something he could rely on.

He still was lacking his armour, however, and it was quite ridiculous to be sneaking around in dress like this. It'd be preferable to get it back, of course, but if circumstances required it he could always buy another set off the black market.

There were no disturbances to the air currents flowing through the corner he was about to turn, so without too much thought Yasuo stepped into the adjacent hallway.

Only to come face to face with a white-haired man in black, and a green scarf around his neck. He held a cane, but at the moment had it rested across both hands, which explained why there was no tapping sound.

It still didn't make sense, however. The man hadn't made any sound whatsoever, but even more bewildering was that Yasuo hadn't detected any of the air that he'd displaced. Something that he had tested for years and years to be reliable!

The person in question raised an eyebrow, small smile turning the corners of his lips upwards. "Well, it's good to see you've recovered so soon. It is, however, preferable that you remained in your room."

Yasuo dropped into a combat stance, right hand resting on the handle of his blade. "Out of my way. I'm leaving and I don't want to hurt you."

"Now, now. Why so hostile? I mean you no harm. No doubt you're exhausted after what you've been through. Would you like a meal?"

"If you want money take what I had. Just let me out." Yasuo gritted out.

The man sighed. "I'm afraid that isn't possible. We're not after your money. You're not in any trouble of sorts. We just need to register you to the citizen database and you'll be able to reclaim your belongings . Please, where are you from?"

Fighting back a snarl wasn't the easiest thing to do. He couldn't kill the man. His conscience forbid it. But he truly could not stay here any longer now that they knew he was trying to escape. "One, none of your business, and two, I don't have time for this."

Yasuo drew the sword out of it's sheath, blade singing as it left it's storage. The man stood in front of him only tapped the end of his cane onto the ground. "Please, there's no need for this. You only ne-"

His words were interrupted, however, as Yasuo dashed towards him, slicing his sword in a diagonal slash that would have achieved nothing, save for the blade of air that was scattered by a surprisingly quick swipe from the man's cane. Great. He probably could fight. Now it was even harder to get past him without having to kill the person.

"Interesting. Wind semblance. Now, I must warn you. No force is needed here, but if you persist on-"

"Hasagi!"

A spinning column of wind tore away from Yasuo's blade, forming a visible tornado-like figure as it shot towards it's target.

Yasuo's eyes widened in shock, however, as his opponent simply sighed once more, and dashed through the whirlwind. He had to hold back a cry of pain as the iron tipped end of the weaponized cane slammed into his stomach, sending him flying backwards and into the wall. He slid onto the ground, left hand on his stomach and struggling to rise.

Looking up, he saw an extended hand. His assailant seemed completely unfazed by everything, visage as neutral as ever.

"I'd take this moment while you aren't attacking me to introduce me as headmaster Ozpin. You are in Vale's academy, Beacon, and if you would allow me to make you aware of where you are and what options are available to you, please. Follow me.

Yasuo fell out of the void portal and landed near Beacon. How convenient.

I'd take this chance to let you know about some background. Ozpin and the other unknown doctor-figure think that he's from one of the unregistered villages hidden in the wilderness, which is canon with RWBY. They think he went wandering about or something and ended up in the forest passed out, or something something. Anyways Ozpin's trying to pull the stuff he did with Ruby and Blake, that is, get those that he thinks have talent into his school. I did say that Yasuo was slightly younger in this fic, so the plot god (A.K.A. me xD) has deemed that he should make it into Beacon. Because reasons. Oh, and interaction. Who doesn't love interaction?

Oh, and PLEASE. Let me know about any grammar/spelling mistakes. I write alone and I don't have that much time to go over everything. I will edit and fix whatever mistakes that I do find, however.

Have a good day!