KS: Hey, did you miss me? I know I missed you. College has been a real pain, but I power through just to write for you good people. We'll be getting back to Yang where she'll be running into more trouble. Seriously, she needs a hug. Although, given how V5 ended (which could've been a hell of a lot better, and I'm talking about the entire volume in general, but I digress), she already got one. But, this fic is canon divergent and she's pissed off. Enjoy.

Yang rode on her motorcycle, her frustrated expression growing more intense with every mile she took. Her encounter with the punks who ambushed her annoyed her to every known extent. Granted, it wasn't the first time she was treated badly since the incident during the tournament, and if she was being completely honest, it wouldn't be the last either. In no way did that make her feel better.

Everywhere she went, people either kept their distance around her or just glared at her with as much contempt as they can muster. Yang glared right back at them with double the amount, her eyes red like the raging fire within her. Of course, she expected this kind of reception when she arrived in Mistral in the first place.

She just didn't expect for it to hit her this hard.

"Unbelievable," Yang muttered, kicking a rock down the street. "That had to be the fifth place I was kicked out of just as I walked in."

As she trudged through the road, she felt the heated stares of everyone who passed by her. Yang returned the gesture tenfold, and they immediately looked away. She has had enough to deal with being the most hated being on Remnant and is no mood to take anymore of it.

"Well, well, well. Look who has the gall to show up in our kingdom after what she's done."

Releasing a heavy sigh of frustration, Yang turned to the source of the voice. Standing to her right were five girls wearing silver and black quipao with blossom patterns. The girl in the center had light skin and orange eyes along with pink hair tied in buns. She gave Yang a rather unpleasant look, prompting the blond to deliver one of her own.

"Don't you lot have anywhere better to be?" she groaned. "Like, somewhere that isn't with a 10-mile radius of where I'm standing."

The leader walked up to Yang without dropping her glare. "I don't think you understand, tramp. It may not look like it, but since your royal screw up during the Vytal Tournament, your name has been blacklisted in Mistral. Do you know what that means?"

"I don't know," Yang said with a shrug. "What does it-"

She was interrupted by a swift kick to her face that sent her spiraling into a nearby fruit stand, destroying the structure and scattering the produce all over the ground.

"Alright... that was a dirty trick," Yang growled, standing up. She flexed her arms and clenched her fist. "Fine. I've dealt with dirty before. I can take it."

The pinkette got into a combat stance, where her lackeys did the same. All of the charged towards Yang, aiming their punches and kicks towards her, but she didn't spend all those months sitting down. Her anger resurfaced, she dodged all of their strikes while delivering some at her assailants. Granted, her weapons weren't activated, but she still did a fair amount of damage to the attacking group. She dodged a kick from one of the girls, and sent her flying with an uppercut.

The next girl charged at Yang with a flurry of punches, but she blocked them all and delivered a brutal jab to her abdomen, literally knocking the wind out of her.

"Damn it," the pinkette growled. "This bitch is a lot tougher than I thought. Looks like I'll have to resort to that." She turned to her remaining lackeys with a cruel grin. "You keep her distracted while I prepare my secret weapon."

Knowing what she was talking about, the two girls nodded and matched her expression.

"Hey! Are we gonna stand around all day or are we gonna finish this?" Yang shouted.

As if on cue, the two girls charged Yang and hit her with every attack they could muster. Yang was able to block and dodge every one, not realizing that she was being set up.

"You two must really be desperate if you're trying to fight me at the same time," she taunted.

Both of them sneered, noticing that Yang still had no clue. They soon backed off, much to her confusion.

"What, had enough?" Yang grit her teeth. "Come on, I'm not through with- gah!"

Once more, Yang was interrupted, only this time, it was due to a sharp object being jabbed into her left arm, which soon ejected a strange fluid into her bloodstream.

"What the... who?"

Yang turned to see the leader standing behind her with a syringe in her hand, grinning evily.

"Bet you didn't see that coming," she hissed. "The drug should be taking effect right about now. It's very effective against those with high reserves of aura."

Yang was about to ask what the girl was talking about, but a sudden yet strong feeling of nausea robbed her of her ability to speak. She soon found herself struggling to stand.

"What's up? Can't seem to stand up straight?" the pinkette sneered. "Maybe the guilt from what you did to that guy is finally getting to you. Either way, this is where you meet your long-overdue end."

Staggering uncontrollably, Yang used what little strength she had to glare at her. "You... suck."

"Aw, the dumb bimbo is still hanging on," the pinkette said mockingly. "No matter. The drug has done it's work, but we'll finish the job." She turned to the other girls. "Come on, let's get this over with."

The two girls grinned evily as she walked towards Yang alongside their leader, preparing to finish her off. Much to the blonde's chagrin, the crowd that gathered around them encouraged the group to finish them off.

"Beat her down!"

"Make her pay for what she did!"

"The bitch had it coming for a long time!"

Encouraged by the crowd's jeers, the girls prepared to beat Yang senseless, with intent to make her regret thinking of arriving in Mistral, let alone stepping foot on the kingdom's soil. With each step they took towards Yang, the crowd became louder, even throwing trash at her. Yang wanted to get them to stop, but in her state, she couldn't even shout. Closing her eyes, she awaited her impending doom.

"All of you, shut the hell up!"

Her eyes abruptly opened at the sound of an irate voice. Despite her drugged state, the vice sounded familiar to her.

"Hey, watch were you're shoving, pal!"

Pushing his way out of the crowd in the open was a bespectacled young man with light skin, brown eyes and messy fuchsia-colored hair. He wore a white lab coat over a red shirt with a skull logo with two lines crossing it, gray pants and black shoes with red skull decals on them. Upon seeing Yang, he pushed past the girls and rushed towards her.

"Yang? Damn, what happened to you?"

Yang was barely able to keep his eyes open as she saw the man "Ethan? What are you...?"

Ethan lifted Yang onto his back. "Don't worry about why I'm here. I'll take you back to my lab and I'll fix you up."

"Ah, just leave her there!" a voice from the crowed jeered. "It's what she deserves!"

"That's right!" another voice shouted. "She shouldn't get any treatment after what she did in the tournament!"

Ethan grit her teeth at the jeers. "Are you all stupid or something? What happened during the semi-finals was a total joke! This girl was set up! I happen to have proof!"

"As if it matters!" the pinkette sneered. "Regardless of what evidence you give out, no one will think otherwise."

Ethan redirected his scornful gaze at the one responsible for starting the fiasco in the first place. "Yeah? Well, how would you like it if I were to report to the authorities about you drugging a random civilian and preparing to beat her to an inch of her life?"

"Yeah, like that'll happen," the pinkette scoffed.

Ethan smirked as he pulled out a syringe from his coat pocket, the same syringe the girl used to drug Yang. "Are you sure about that?"

Upon seeing the offending object, the pinkette paled. "Wha- where did you get that?"

"I snatched it out of your hand when I walked past you," Ethan said confidently. "You really should keep a better grip on your belongings."

Soon, a group of police officers made their way through the crowd.

"What's going on here?" one of them said.

Ethan turned to the policeman. "Good to see you, officer. Though I wish you had been here long before this fight started, but now that you're here, you can put things to rest."

"What do you mean?" the second officer asked.

Ethan pointed toward the girls with a heated glare. "Those girls picked a fight with my friend here, then the floozie drugged her when she was losing." She handed the policeman the syringe. "This is what she used to drug her."

The policeman stared at the syringe, then at the trio of girls. "Is what he said true?"

The pink-haired thug shirked under his gaze. "W-Well, it's not like we wanted to do it. We were kinda ordered to-"

"Ah, trying to cop out now, are we?" Ethan snapped. "Way too freakin' late for that, you skank! Just lay down and get what's coming to you. Although, I bet you've been doing that your whole life!"

She grit her teeth and glared at Ethan for his remark. "Why you..."

"Please, sir, we can take it from here," the policeman said, lightly pushing Ethan back.

Ethan raised his hands up. "Alright, then." He gestured to Yang, who was still feeling the effects of the drug. "But can you get her to a hospital? I need to know what they hit her with."

"Why is that, sir?"

Ethan adjusted his glasses. "Because I happen to be an accomplished scientist."

The policeman turned to his partner, who shrugged.

"Okay, we'll take your word for it." He turned to his fellow officers. "Aside him in taking the girl to the nearest hospital. And arrest this lot for assault."

"Yes sir!" they all said.

Yang layed in a hospital bed, fuming over the events that happened in the last half hour. Upon arriving to Mistral, she has been cursed at, scorned, beaten up and to top it all off, drugged. This was turning out to be the worst day of her life, and she was all to eager to take it out on someone.

That is, if she had the strength to get up.

"It's because of what happened during the tournament," she growled. "I was set up and now I'm on everyone's blacklist because it. They even have the nerve to say I was responsible for Beacon's fall. Me! A lone girl being the cause of an academy being overrun by Grimm! How unfair is that?!"

"It's goes beyond unfair, if you ask me."

Ethan shifted the curtain and sat down next to Yang.

"No one should have to go through that," he said. "Framed one moment and having a limb forcefully removed in the next. That's the worst kind of luck anyone can have."

"It's not even the worst part," Yang growled.

"What do you mean?" Ethan asked.

Yang released a heavy sigh. "Do you know who cut my arm off?"

Ethan shook his head as he took out a bottle of cola. "No, didn't get a name of who did it to you." He put the bottle to his mouth and began drinking out of it.

"Well, I didn't either," Yang said. "All I know is that he's part of the White Fang."

Hearing that made Ethan spit his drink in shock. "The White Fang? What do they have to do with anything?"

"Right after the Grimm came pouring into Vale, the White Fang took advantage of the chaos and made their way into Beacon. From what I've heard, the guy who did this to me is pretty high up in their ranks."

"Unbelievable," Ethan said, scratching his face. "And you're saying this guy cut your arm off?"

Yang gripped the sheet, growling lightly. "Yeah, but there was a reason why. He lured me out."

"Lured you out?" Ethan repeated. "What do you mean."

"He was hurting a friend," Yang explained. "Though I'd hardly call her a friend anymore, considering she left."

Ethan blinked in bewilderment. "She left?"

"Yep," Yang said bitterly. "I was only trying to protect her, and I lost my arm in the process." She raised her prosthetic, then lowered it. "And what does she give me in return? She leaves without so much as a word."

Ethan sighed. "Man, that's cold. I wouldn't even dream of abandoning someone when they were in need. Whoever this girl was, she ought to burn for what she did."

"I don't care either way," Yang spat. "I don't care where she is or what she's doing. I've had people walk out of my life and I'll be damned if I let them in again."

Ethan tilted his head in intrique. "Let them in again? This isn't the first time someone walked out on you?"

"It isn't," Yang growled. "When I was young, my biological mother left me and my dad. And after the incident at Beacon, my sister left me as well."

Ethan widened his eyes in shock and anger. "First your mother, then your sister? Jeez, what kind of family did you grow up in?"

Yang turned to her side. "I'd rather not talk about it anymore."

Ethan stared at her silently. He had never imagined that Yang has been down a tough road. From parental abandonment, being publicly shamed in a tournment, having her arm cut off and being left behind by her friend and her sister? It was so overwhelming, it was hard to wrap his head around. But like she said, she was in no mood to speak about any longer. So he decided to change the topic.

"Alright, moving on. You'll be happy to know that I researched that drug that loser injected into you," he said.

Yang turned back to him. "Really? What was it?"

"Well, I didn't get the name, but this drug effects those with a lot of aura, making them dizzy and unbalanced," Ethan explained. "It's been made illegal in every kingdom, apart form Vacuo for some reason."

"Why does Vacuo still allow the drug to be spread?" Yang asked.

Ethan shrugged. "Beats me. I try to keep out of the endless labrynth of deceit and contradiction that is better known as politics."

Yang snorted. "Did you come up with that on your own?"

Ethan chuckled. "No, I heard it somewhere while I was giving a speech about technological risks in Atlas." His expression darkened. "A speech that nearly cost my career."

Yang sat up. "Did something happen in Atlas?"

"Yeah... that's something I'd rather not talk about," Ethan said. "Let's get back to the drug."

"Alright," Yang said. "Let's talk about the drug." Her eyes flashed red. "And maybe about those bitches who jumped me."

KS: Well, this is going to escalate sooner or later.