When night fell, in a certain corners in the City, one could find a place nicknamed "brawl ring". It's a place where amateur fighters and anyone who want to fight gathered and put their skill into test by fight the other fighters. The organizer strictly put several rules to keep the event legal: no gambling, no hitting fallen opponent, no bribing the gamekeeper, and the gamekeeper's words were absolute. If the gamekeeper said stop, you stop. Else, don't try to come again.

The brawl ring not restricted to men participants, some rings allowed women to participate. One of them was where Yang Xiao Long now.

Her opponent today was a small girl with weird hair coloration (pink and brown) that might be a product of some kind of beauty magic potion. Lately, such magic potions were popular in the Empire.

After beating the Malachite twins last week, Yang felt confident.

When the gamekeeper started the fight, Yang changed her mind after three seconds.

Her opponent dodged her punches again and again. And that girl had this permanent amused look on her face while doing so. It really got on Yang's nerves.

Which was not good at all.

Yang's opponent avoided yet another punch, but this time she smoothly locked Yang's outstretched hand and landed triple punches to Yang's face and stomach. Surprisingly, the girl had power despite of her small stature.

"Grrrah!"

Yang threw her strongest jab she could to the girl's face. With a smug smile, the girl just moved a bit to dodge the jab, and countered with strong punch, perfectly landed on Yang's nose.

"Damnit," Yang groaned. She could feel blood dripping from her nose. Maybe it's broken. Her head was a bit spinning.

Yang blocked another attack on time. While she lost her balance for a moment, the smaller girl took her chance to grab Yang, made a confusing acrobatic movement—

—and the last thing Yang remember was she was thrown. Towards the ceiling.

"Uuff—!"

-x-

"... Nah. Don't worry. She just fell from about 5 metres high after hit the ceiling. It's a bit hard, but she's going to be alright."

"She's bleeding."

"Broken nose. Don't worry. It's normal. Just go back to sleep. I need to get something." Someone left and closed the door.

Yang awoke in her room. Her whole body felt crushed. Her nose was throbbing with pain.

And her mind were burning with anger.

Yang rose from her bed, went to the training dummy hung in the corner of her room where she usually did her training.

You lost, Yang.

Yang took a long breath. It didn't cool her down. She stared at the dummy, began to imagine her opponent's face on the dummy head.

"Yaaahhhh!"

You lost. How pathetic.

Yang pummeled the dummy without mercy. The stitch on the dummy's neck started to rip open, showed the cotton and straw inside it. When the dummy finally ripped and fell to the floor, Yang grabbed it and threw another dozens punches.

"How many times I told you not to destroy dummy when you're angry?"

Yang hurled what's left of the dummy across the room, towards the man who just opened the door and walked in without knocking. The man, who had identical golden hair like Yang, easily caught the dummy and set it aside.

"Get! Out!"

"That's not how you speak to your father."

Yang leaped and tried to kick her father in the head. The man bowed, dodged the attack. While Yang's foot still in the air, he dashed towards his daughter, took her down to the floor with a low kick. Before Yang got any chance to get up, her father already pinned her with his weight.

"Let me go! Let! Me! GO!"

Her father's grip was firm and locked Yang in a way that every time she struggled to free herself, her arm would hurt.

"Calm yourself down, Yang." Tai Yang Xiao Long said. He sighed. "Look. Your eyes already turned all red. If I see you grow fangs or claws next, I'll have to beat you up to pulp and lock you for the night."

Yang growled.

The first and the last time Tai Yang proving his threat, Yang spent the entire night inside the metal cage in the basement. The wounds she took were worse than anything she got from the brawl ring. She had to mend her dislocated jaw by herself.

"Breathe," Tai Yang commanded. "I don't want my daughter turn into a bear, okay? Breathe."

Yang gritted her teeth and inhaled deeply.

"Good. Keep it up."

"I'm fine."

"Until your eyes back to normal, I won't say you're fine. You know the rule. Now breathe." Tai Yang sighed. "You scared the new girl, by the way."

There was this girl that came about a week ago to the Xiao Long's household. Qrow brought her, asked Tai Yang's help with the girl and the Bureau. From what Yang heard, the girl—her name was Ruby Rose—was a werewolf. She came from the Kingdom through "unusual occasion" and there would be some things that need to be arranged before she officially became the Empire resident.

Yang, who always wanted a little sister, immediately got along with Ruby. Unlike Yang who was fond of hand to hand combat, Ruby chose a more indirect approach by rifles. She was apparently a great sharpshooter, especially after her old rifle that was too big, fixed to match her height and arm length.

"Oh …" Yang surrendered herself and her anger just evaporated into thin air. "I … I'll need to say sorry to her later."

"That's great." Tai Yang loosened his grip, let her daughter freed herself and they both sat on the floor, facing each other. "You know what, I'm grateful Qrow brought Ruby here."

"Because you can't trust Uncle Qrow to take care of a little girl?"

Tai Yang laughed. "Yes. That's one. The other one is ever since she lived with us, your anger isn't as bad as before."

"Am I?"

The man nodded. "Yes. Which is good for you."

"Oh …" Yang brushed her hair with her fingers. "Now that you mention it … I … don't know. Ruby is like … a puppy. I always think that I don't want to scare her. I don't want to hurt her accidentally when I'm angry, so … yeah. I think that's why."

Tai Yang patted on her daughter's shoulder. "It's a process, Yang. Sometimes you need someone else to help you get through all this berserker thing."

Yang exhaled. "Yeah …"

"Anger is our power." Tai Yang clenched his hand. "But the moment you lost control of it, you're done for. Always remember that."

Yang nodded.

-not the end-

Author's Note:

I post a bit early this week. Apparently, this "trailer" is the shortest of all and doesn't have much "angst feeling" or such in it compare to the early three "trailers".

Haven't done any solid outline for the story progression, but I already started writing the next part. I promise I'll do the outline. :)) Every single story I wrote without any outline came up as a unfinished mess. I'm not gonna let this story become other "unfinished mess".

Anyway, I actually plan to make this fanfic more lighthearted rather than angst. It's more about each characters coping up with/dealing with/struggling with/accepting their curses rather than dwelling in sadness and hatred because of their curse. It will be like when one said, "I hate this curse.", there will always other who said, "But it doesn't stop you for being awesome!". Something like that. It's the current plan. I might get sidetracked in the middle (no, I hope not!).

As always, thank you very much for reading my fanfic! *bow*