Yang / Vale / Present /

Yang had already been in Vale for several weeks, the reason being Junior thought it would be a wise idea to make Yang 'accustomed' to the city and its people. Also, following Junior's own words that 'You're gonna own this town, so you might as well start rulin' now!'. Or, at least that's how Yang remembered the conversation going. She had remembered arriving into the city and having small crowds of people every now and then surrounding her asking for pictures and autographs. Yang never imagined that she would be this popular outside of her home town. This was definitely going to be her biggest fight to date.

Yang daydreamed as she stared out of the window of the hotel they were staying at. Yang might have been a pretty popular MMA fighter, but she still kept humble in terms of what she spent her winnings on. The hotel they were staying at only had three stories, and she was on the second floor, but it was nothing compared to the one in the distance. Clear as day as it stood. It was part of the Schnee monopoly, not only did the Schnee's own 90% percent of the dust companies and trades, but they also had started their own hotel branch. For the rich and well, for the ones who didn't mind the overpricing of almost anything.

Yang could only imagine the snobs that came in and out of there. She remembered only a little about the Schnee family. The head CEO Walter Schnee, was a force to be reckoned with. He has two daughters. Well, he had two daughters. Apparently the eldest one passed away from a freak accident. The younger one, Yang was completely unsure about. If anything, that youngest was more than just under the radar, she just didn't exist.

Yang took a deep breath and stretched, she headed towards the restroom and looked over herself. The glow on her heart was still there. She ran her hand over it as she had hundreds of times before. The was an exceptional warmth to it, something that she had noticed in the past few weeks after arriving at Vale. She was also quite lucky to have a room to herself, where she could be in her natural state. Half-nude. Yang, was also thankful towards Junior, who had accommodated them in the hotel. It was a good price for how long they were staying, plus Yang was considered an honored guest, so not a lot of money had been spent on their travels there.

Yang was surprised that she had managed to hide it so well all of this time. Junior had questioned the change in Yang's attitude about being seen without a shirt. Normally, Yang was all for cleavage and abs, but lately she in the words of Junior was behaving very 'prudish'. The thought of this had caused Yang to roll her eyes subconsciously. What did it matter to him? She proceeded to brush her teeth and wash her face. Another day around the city.

With a leather jacket, and tight yellow t-shirt that had words that appeared bloody that said 'Fight or Die' shown across it, while she sported black skinny jeans along with combat boots - Yang felt like a complete and total badass. Which, let's be real here, she was. That - and her heart would be completely shielded by the thick jacket. While, it wasn't necessarily cold outside, she'd still feel and look as fresh as ever. She grabbed her wallet and keys and headed out the building.

It was a perfectly good day. She had been around the city multiple times already, but another time couldn't hurt. As she walked several people had approached her, some she had met before, some she hadn't. Most were there to chat and make small chat, trying to get close one of the top rising stars of the fighting world. Yang happily obliged to make small talk with them, but was sure to keep her distance in an emotional sense and even physical sense. She was there, but she was never giving them 100%.

After a small amount of chitter chatter, Yang pressed on with the sights around town. She was doing fairly well navigating the city in such a small amount of time. As she had approached the Schnee building she couldn't help but become a little curious as to the type of people who came out of there. First, she spotted an old man with a God-awful toupee sitting on his head as she approached from the distance - she smirked at this. Wow, stereotypical much? She chuckled to herself as she waited across the street from the hotel, waiting for the signal to change making it clear for her to cross the street. While she waited she had continued to stare at the rather large hotel building.

Then, a young girl walked out. The hair on her head was as white as snow, and the sundress she had on complimented her own looks. The girl looked pissed as she walked out of the hotel in a hurry - she also was busy looking down on her phone, not paying attention around her. She also looked like she didn't belong in the setting. Yang got an odd feeling as she stared at the girl. Her instincts were telling her to follow her and lately her instincts hadn't been wrong. Yang tapped her foot impatiently at the light, which then changed, allowing her to cross the street. Yang slowly jogged across the street, trying to keep an eye on the girl.

The girl took an odd turn, as she was far ahead of Yang. Yang sped up, and navigated through the small crowds that were walking the street. She had followed the turn which led to an alleyway, an empty alleyway which led off in two different directions. She didn't hear the usual cry for help that monster gave off in their silence, instead she actually heard the girl speak loudly.

"Are you kidding me?" a very feminine and annoyed voice said. "Great."

Yang followed the voice to the left turn of the alleyway, where it came to a dead end, well not necessarily a dead end, but a fence was in the way. There she was greeted by two brute thugs, one with a knife in his hand and the other held a baseball bat. Her instincts hadn't led her to a monster, but instead, a girl being mugged. This was oddly new for Yang.

"Hey!" Yang yelled out, now grabbing the attention of the thugs and the girl. The girl, herself looked rather shocked. The thugs themselves just smirked.

"Oh, look. A hero to save the day. You look like you have some nice things on you. Why don't you give them to us, and we'll be on our way and neither of you broads have to get hurt." the thug with the knife stated in a very skeevish way.

The small girl merely kept her mouth shut and stared at Yang, with an expression of familiarity. Yang had noticed this as her attention was squared away from the man speaking, and towards the small girl. Yang took a deep breath and inhaled a very sweet and exotic scent, she could immediately tell it was coming from the girl - even though their surroundings were nothing but garbage and industrial like smell in the air, that was the strongest thing Yang could smell.

"Hey! Blondie! I'm talkin' to you! Unless you wanna get cut!" The thug with the knife approached her a little more, and as intimidatingly as he could he swung his knife at her face. She reacted and pulled back her head to avoid the swing, but it was a little too late. A piece of Yang's hair now hit the ground. She looked down, and the back up.

"You've just unlocked the dragon, buddy." as soon as she had spoken these words she grabbed the guy's hand with the knife in it and twisted it. She twirled herself, so she was now standing in front of him, with her back towards him. She jabbed her elbow into his stomach, and proceeded to flip him over her. The other guy with the bat came at her like a common thug. Yet, her monster strength was no match for him. In mid-swing she caught the bat with her bare hand and crushed it, while the guy was stunned she kicked him in the gut, grabbed his face and guided it towards her knee where he then fell over writhing in pain.

"Tch. That's what you get for touching my hair." she ran her hand over her hair, it wasn't a lot that was missing but her hair was something she took great care of. She then turned to where the girl was, or where she should've been. Yang turned around and noticed the girl quickly turn the corner as if she were running for her life. "Hey! I just saved you!" she looked a little confused, yet there was something she couldn't understand. It was the scent she had left behind. It was still so pungent as if she were wading in the girl's scent. She looked down back at the thugs who didn't seem to be getting up anytime soon.

Yang merely shook her head and left the alleyway, following the scent out. It led back to the prestigious hotel. She stopped at its doors which were guarded. The man at the door eyed her carefully. Yang was tempted to step towards the hotel, she didn't want to stop following the smell. Yet, she knew if she tried she would end up being stopped at the door. She was all for stopping trouble, not causing it.

"So much for seeing if she's alright." Yang began to walk away from the the hotel - going back to wandering around the city. She didn't even say 'Thank you'. She just ran off. Yang stuffed her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket. And since she's staying at that hotel, she's probably some prissy girl who doesn't even know what the word 'Thank you' means. Ugh. Yang shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts away. Have to admit, she did smell really REALLY nice. It was almost like she was the only thing I could smell. Must be some really expensive perfume. Eh, probably won't run into Ms. Priss again. Probably has a lot of things to do on her social agenda.

Yang found the nearest sports bar. She was only a few days away from her fight, and all the events of today had oddly stressed her out. She entered the bar and was greeted by the employees. Of course, there were those who tried to talk to her at the bar and all she could do was muster up a small smile, remain friendly, and make a little chit chat here and there. She ordered up some food, and a non-alcoholic drink and remained quiet as she ate by herself staring blankly at the t.v screens that were showing all sorts of sports. Her mind always brought back the scent. She tried to remember what the girl really looked like. Yang had only gotten a quick look at her. Their original stare-off in the alley, probably only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like a century. Yang remembered the girls icy blue eyes, Yang swore they could have produced a stare that would have you frozen you in place. Yet, her face wasn't picture perfect. There was a crooked looking scar over her left-eye, but to Yang, that didn't take away from her beauty.

Yang quickly shook herself from her own thoughts as she had looked down at her now empty plate. I can't deny she's gorgeous, but no one up until now had actually caught my eye like she has. She's basically an aristocrat though. There's no way a pleb like me would be able to get with her. Yang leaned back in her chair, and pulled out her scroll to blankly look and mess with it. Get with her? The hell am I saying? Yang felt a little bit silly. Never had she been so worked up over someone. All her life she'd known her sister, Junior, and MMA. She never really liked anybody. Don't get her wrong, her little sister was her whole world while Junior was one of her best friends and the chillest of managers. She had never had a crush before. But, was it a crush or just a passing moment? She returned her phone back to her pocket, and slouched in the chair a little more.

Being a monster does weird things to one. She looked down at her chest, that was fully covered. No glow could be seen, but she could feel the heat in her heart rising. Part of her wanted to see her again, while the other side somehow knew she'd see her again. Yang paid what she owed and left the restaurant. On her way back to her own hotel, she passed by the large hotel once more. She stopped once more in front of its entrance. A new guard had replaced the old one she had noted, but she wasn't going to try anything. She merely looked passed him, and tilted her head ever so slightly, hoping for a glimpse of her, but in the end there was nothing to be had.

She lightly kicked at the ground, turned and continued on her way back to her room.

Weiss / Vale / Present

Weiss had arrived at her father's hotel two days before, and she was damn tired of staying in the hotel. The trip to Vale itself was a bore. She had ridden alone, in the private jet. Her father had failed to tell her that he'd be leaving for Vale several days earlier than her. She also rid the limousine alone that her dad had sent for her. She didn't understand the need to make everything super fancy and expensive, that was never her. The room she had was on the 7th floor. It was large, a little too large for one girl to be staying in. Of course, her father was on the top floor of the hotel, but it's not like that mattered. She had been brought to Vale to learn how to properly be a CEO, or grown up, something along those lines well, from what she remembers at least. Though it had seemed her father was always busy. Busy. Busy.

The words echoed in her head, she just wanted to escape. But being a rich man's daughter in an unknown city was something that her father didn't play around with. She had been kept under surveillance. Not there were any cameras around, but more like she was checked on almost every hour. The need for this made her roll her eyes, she was too old for this. She thought she would have the freedom to explore all of Vale as she had wanted before, but now that was just a failed dream. One that Pyrrha and Jaune would most likely hear about in her return.

It was just about that time, as she heard the door knock.

"Ms. Schnee? I'm coming in." a masculine voice could be heard.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm here." she rolled her eyes sitting at the couch, with the T.V on, but the sound low. The man had entered and looked around the room, for anything suspicious.

"Everything alright?" he asked.

" Everything would be alright if you stopped checking on me every freakin' hour!" she exclaimed, slightly throwing her arms in the air.

"I'm just following my orders, Ms. Schnee." he replied.

"Can you do me a favor?" she asked.

He raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"Can you wait two hours instead?" she gave her best puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"

The man gave in easily and sighed. "All right, but please don't do anything…" he paused trying to find the right words.

"Stupid? Don't worry. I won't." she smiled sweetly and waited for the man to leave. She quickly ran off and had gotten dressed in a cute little sundress she had packed and quickly made her way out of her room for the first time in what felt like forever.

She felt free, but as soon as she stepped into the elevator her scroll rang. Her father.

"Yes, father?" she answered. "Yes, in a few days you say? Okay…"

"I'm not...but I…" she replied, "Please, just a few minutes to myself. No? I'm not a kid, dad!" she quickly hung up and tapped her foot on the floor as the elevator dinged, indicating that they had reached the lobby. The man checking on her had apparently ratted her out, that or her dad has a keen sense of Weiss and her 'shenanigans'. She was told to turn back, but oh, hell no she was not going to. She walked out of the hotel with her head town, and looked overly interested in her scroll. At the same time, her face had the usual resting-bitchface. Which made her seem, unfriendly.

As she worked through her phone she quickly tried to find Pyrrha in her contacts, she turned a corner towards an alleyway hoping to get away from the small crowd that was now roaming the streets. She had continued to mindlessly walked down the alleyway making another turn towards a dead-end. She did not notice the two thugs creeping up behind her.

"'Ey girlie, looks like you wandered into the wrong part of the neighborhood." the man with a knife approached her, grinning evilly. "Now, just gimme all your stuff pretty girl and you might make it home in one piece." he smirked, as the one with the baseball bat started to creep closer to her.

"Are you kidding me?" she said in a rather annoyed voice. Of course this would happen to me! Just my friggin' luck. "Great." she hissed out.

As the men seemed to be approaching, Weiss stepped back. Oh God, I'm so dead.

"Hey!" a feminine voice called out, now drawing the attention of all three of them. Weiss froze in place. Is that? Ohmygosh…

The girl that she had dreamt of for the past few months, the girl that had seemed to lock her way in the back of her head had appeared right before her. The stats on the website definitely weren't lying either. She was tall, and muscular, her hair was golden and Yang's scarred hands showed years of experience with fighting - and not just MMA fighting it looked like.

The thug with the knife had begun to speak, but Weiss was to caught up in Yang's aura to even care. It seemed like Yang had returned the same curiosity with Weiss. The two were staring at each other, with an unknown intent; Weiss had felt a sense of familiarity similar as to what Yang had felt. Weiss's heartbeat began to speed up, their stare off had felt like it lasted a lifetime.

The man had grown impatient with Yang, now swinging at her with his knife. Weiss watched in horror, but was relieved to see that the man had missed and only had swiped a piece of her hair. That seemed to be a near-fatal mistake for the thugish duo. Weiss had to get out of there - now.

There was no way she could talk with this girl, not that she didn't want to, but - the fight or flight system in her had finally turned on and so she fled the scene. Part of her felt bad leaving Yang there to fight on her own, but she knew damn well that Yang was more than enough woman to handle herself in this sort of situation. She heard a small shout coming from Yang. "Hey, I just saved you!" she shouted.

Weiss bit her lip as she continued to run back to her hotel, she felt a little guilty. Within almost an instant she had returned to her room - almost out of breath. She ran towards her window and peeked out of it as she now watched Yang leave the area.

Weiss stepped backwards several times only to fall on the couch in the room, still breathing heavily. She wiped her face, but she hadn't noticed that she had bit her lip so hard that it had begun to bleed as she now saw the blood smeared all over her hand. She hopped up from the couch and walked towards the restroom. She looked at herself in the looked pretty rough.

What the hell Weiss? She was right in front of you, saved you, and you didn't even thank her? You've been thinking non-stop about this girl and you run! You RUN!? You are truly the worst kind of fangirl. Weiss washed her face, and cleaned her lip. She returned to the couch she had original plopped herself on and pulled out her scroll and quickly found her original target she had been trying to reach - Pyrrha. She thought about calling, but quickly decided against it. So, instead she texted her.

W: "You wouldn't believe the day I just had."

P: "Anything new? Were you let out of the cage?"

W: "More like I escaped, only to get into more trouble."

P: "What?!"

W: "So, I went outside and almost got mugged and I got saved by...guess who…"

P: "Holy crap, don't tell me." a few seconds later Pyrrha added. "YANG XIAO LONG?"

W: "Ding. Ding. We have a winner."

P: "So, what did you do? Repay your hero with a kiss? ;)" - Pyrrha and Jaune had found out about Weiss's crush on Yang almost a few days after Weiss's internet search. Due to Jaune's curiosity, he had borrowed Weiss's computer for something and noted that a lot of her recent history searches were a lot of 'research' on Yang. Jaune ended up asking about that to which Weiss turned red-faced and admitted to Pyrrha and Jaune that she might of had a crush on this girl. Both of them seemed pretty accepting, though Weiss had expressed how it would be a 1 million to 1 chance that she'd actually meet and passed it off as a mere fangirl crush.

W: "Are you freaking kidding me? I freaked out and ran!"

P: "..." a pause in the text, then another addition. "You're not kidding are you?"

W: "When do I ever kid?!"

P: "You still gonna watch her fight?"

W: "Of course, I wouldn't miss it."

P: "Hey, you might have a second chance! (:"

W: "I really doubt it…" she clicked her phone and laid back on the couch. She didn't know what would happen if she had faced Yang again. What was she supposed to say? The girl was probably too busy, regardless. The least Weiss could do was try and apologize.

Mistral Elite Units / Roman / ?

"Good work, fellas." Roman smirked.

"I don't think we got paid enough for this. What was the point of all that anyways?" the bloodied man asked.

"You're helping us knock down those pesky domino's." Roman smirked. "Neo?" he called out, as the small girl appeared from the shadow.

"Give these men their payments." he nodded. Neo merely smirked and approached the men, in quite menacing manner.

"H-hey, what are you? Oh G-"

A/N: If my mind serves me correctly, shit will be going down in the next (few?) chapters. Be prepared.