2 years later.
The Shi Bar, Somewhere near the Mistralian/Valen Border
A small Tv in a dingy corner of the bar was tuned into the local news station that was covering the latest worldwide sensation, the fallout of what was being labeled the "Jaune incident", though the "latest" was subjective since it had been on everyone's minds since it happened two years prior. The local newswoman, Lisa Lavender, was covering the latest facts about the incident.
"Thank you, John." Lisa thanked. "Today marks the second anniversary of young Jaune's death. The former heir apparent for the Arcadian Principality entered into Beacon Academy with falsified transcripts, while still a crime it has been deemed one that only really put himself in danger and would have only warranted a slap on the wrist and some community service. But clearly his fellow students thought otherwise, where it has been proven that young Jaune was made a social outcast and bullied by his piers, it seems the prominent figures of these acts where one team CRDL, a team with untold amounts of complaints for racism, bigotry, and general elitism, as well as Weiss Schnee, the now disgraced former heiress of the SDC empire, who was recorded as having notable disdain of Jaune even before his transcripts were revealed."
Lisa moved so that a statue was now seen behind her. "But this horrendous event does have a silver lining, as it lead the public of Vale to the knowledge of Jaune's sister team, team RWBY, vigilantly activities. After public outcry, team RWBY was charged for their crimes, crimes that would have gone unnoticed had they simple left Jaune a relative unknown." Lisa pulls up a clipboard. "The team leader, Ruby Rose, still being a minor under Valen law, recived the lightest sentence consisting of two strikes on her future Huntress license along with 1500 hours of community service and no unsupervised visits to Vale. Next is Weiss Schnee, who while she did escape criminal charges and punishment, has become an even darker stain upon the SDC legacy then even her father, who has been voted Remnants worse man since his takeover of the SDC. The third member, Blake Belladonna, also escaped charges do to diplomatic immunity, being the daughter of the Chieftain of Menagerie Ghira Belladonna, but has been barred from entering Vale unless she is on a diplomatic mission with her parents. And the final member, Yang Xio-long, half-sister to leader Ruby Rose, has been given the harshest punishment of the four, do to a previous incident of property damage and aggravated assault, she has been not only expelled from Beacon, but was also barred from ever becoming a Huntress."
Lisa then points to the statue behind her. "In response to not only Jaune's death, but every civilian who tragically lost their lives to the recklessness of Hunters, this statue along with it's sisters statues, were erected in solidarity. Back to you John."
The screen then switched back to John Azure, a blue haired and eyed man with dusky skin dressed in a blue suit with a white dress shirt and red tie. "Thank you Lisa, in other Huntsman related news, all four academies are experiencing a record low for enrollment, only a quarter of applicants applied compared to the previous year, and that number is steadily decreasing. Now to Rose for the weather."
"Bartender, 'nother 'ound!"
Slurred what was once a bombshell blonde. But now, now she was but a drunken shell, her once gloriously maintained blonde mane was now straggly and knotted. Her once bright and fiery lilac eyes where now a dull purple tinted with a faint red, which large dark bags sat ever present under. She wore old and journey worn clothing consisting of a yellow tank top now thoroughly stained with various forms of alcohol that was tucked into equally stained and torn black jeans that lead into scuffed and cracked brown leather knee high roper boots. Nearby laid a cracked and scuffed brown leather jacket with a quilted pattern that covered her shoulders and ended just above her her elbow, where the sleeves ended as well. She raised her gloved hand, her gloves being fingerless with reinforced knuckles made of equally tortured brown leather, which held her empty glass and slurred out once more, belligerent.
"I shaid, 'nother 'ound!"
The bartender, a woman of medium height and build with tanned oriental features and black hair that lead into burnt orange tips with steely burnt orange eyes, regarded the drunk with a "I don't get paid enough for this shit" look on her face.
"You can barely speak, let alone stand." The bartender barked out calmly. "I think you've had enough for the next week."
"I can hold my liqueur just fine!" The blonde stood abruptly, only to slump back down onto the bar.
The bartender's face gained a victorious smirk. "Told ya'."
Suddenly the swinging doors leading into the bar swung open and the silhouette of a tall broad figure in a long coat stepped into the bar, his features obscured by the light from the outside. The silhouettes head turns slowly from left to right, scanning the bar, before zeroing in on the slumped form of the drunken blonde. The silhouette walked further into the bar, revealing a man dressed in a black tactical turtleneck that was tucked into the waistband of a pair of navy slacks, with bloodstripes running down each leg, that were bloused into a pair of brown leather combat boots, over this the figure wore a white vest and long coat combo resembling the one General Ironwood was known to wear as well as a white peaked cap and gloves. The figure stepped up to the drunken blonde and said.
"You're a hard woman to find, Ms. Xio-long."
The drunk tensed and slurred out. "Don't know, wha' 'cha talkin' 'bout."
"Yes you do." The man spoke calmly, as if talking to a child. "In fact, I've been searching for you ever since you dropped of the grid a year ago, and I-"
The figure was cut off by the newly found out Yang throwing a haymaker. The figure simply held up his left arm and caught the strike on his forearm, barely moving a millimeter from the seemingly heavy blow.
The man chuckled. "Man, you've really let yourself go if I of all people caught one of your punches."
Yang's eyes narrowed before blinking away the alcohol haziness and actually looked at the mans face. What she saw made her eyes widen to the size of saucers. Because right in front of her stood a dead man.
"J-Jaune?"
Jaune chuckled once more. "What, no Vomitboy?"
This proved to be a breaking point for the intoxicated Yang. As shortly after Jaune said that did she throw up onto his shoes before slumping onto him and passing out.
Jaune looked down at his vomit covered shoes before looking at the passed out and shit faced version of Yang. "At least I didn't pass out, Vomitgirl."
-{O}-
Yang woke up with the worst hangover she's ever had, and she's had quite a few of those over the past two years, and the putrid taste of vomit in her mouth.
"Ugh, I feel like shit…"
"You don't look much better, if I'm being honest."
Yang's eyes widened once more as her head whipped around the room looking for the voice she'd just heard, almost giving herself whiplash in the process. The voice belonged to a willowy woman with fair skin, snow white hair, and dark almost black eyes. She wore a black pencil skirt with a tucked white dress shirt and a pair of dark stockings leading to a pair of black office flats, her ensemble was completed by a pair of red framed glasses and a white lab coat.
"Sorry for startling you, I couldn't help myself." The woman smiled before stepping closer. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Dr. Anna Zhukov I am the Head doctor for The Prydwen."
"The Prydwen?"
"Ah, yes, I had forgotten that you were brought aboard whilst unconscious. The Prydwen is the flagship for the Grimm Watch Private Military Company." Anna explained. "The Director had planned on telling you all this on the trip aboard, unfortunately your sudden lose of consciousness delayed that course of action."
"Oh." Yang said intelligently, before looking down and noticing the hot pink patient gown she now wore. "H-Hey! Where's my clothes!?"
"Oh, those dusty old thing? Why I had them burned." Anna explained. "But worry not, I had some fatigues brought up that should fit you just fine."
"Why did you burn my clothes?!"
"Because they were soaked with enough alcohol, grime, and Grimm essence that they were flagged as a Class 3 Bio-hazard."
"F-Fair enough."
Dr. Zhukov brought Yang her new clothes before excusing herself to give Yang some privacy. Yang inspected her new digs.
It was definitely military inspired, obviously. It consisted of a pair of reinforced grey cargo pants, with pockets on the front of the legs instead of the sides, and a two-tone tactical shirt, the shoulders and the top of the arms were grey whilst the rest was a light grey, with tan soft shoulder armor and pockets attached to the sleeves, to finish off the outfit was a pair of black leather/cloth combat boots.
All-in-all, it was far from the stylish outfit she wore in her days as a Huntress-in-training, but was leagues better than the outfit she had spent the last two years drifting in.
So with only a pink patient gown as the alternative, Yang changed into the fatigues before checking herself out in a nearby mirror.
"Damn!" Yang whistled. "For what it lacks in color and personality, it makes up for n spades with it's flattering fit!"
True to her words the rather bland fatigues hugged every contour of Yangs body like a well fitting glove, tight enough to show off the goods but loose enough to move unhindered.
"Damn! I think this shows off more than my Huntress outfit!"
"Considering I've personally seen you in both, I'm inclined to agree."
Yang yelped and turned toward the sound of the intruding voice. Stood in the doorway was none other than the ghost of Jaune Arc, in the flesh. He now lacked the peaked cap and long coat he wore in the bar, now showing that his tactical turtleneck had three-quarter sleeves.
"Damn! Vomitboy filled out!" Yang thought while trying to subtly wipe the drool from the corner of her mouth. "So… the Doc said you had a reason you brought me here?"
"I did." Jaune smiled. "It's to offer you a job."
"Wait, what!"
-{O}-
When Yang had been expelled and went into self imposed exile two years ago, she didn't think it would lead to her getting a job offer from the man they were responsible for killing. And yet here she was, sat in an office that was simultaneously plush, homy, and spartan all at once.
It was a decent sized office, not to small nor to big and in her opinion suited Jaune, with one wall covered in filled out book shelves whilst the opposite wall was a window looking out at the beautiful view. A large rug filled up most of the floor, only leaving a few inches bare near the walls of the room, with a absolutly gorgeous mahogany desk situated near the back of the room with a comfy as hell looking maroon chair behind it with two equally comfy looking maroon chairs in front of it as well. Behind the desk on the wall sat what looked to be a halo-screen she'd have killed for when she was younger.
Jaune walked toward his desk and pulled out one of the chairs her Yang to sit in.
"Please, sit down, we have a lot to talk about."
Yang took Jaunes invitation and sat down, and the chairs were even comfier to sit in than they looked, whilst Jaune walked around the desk and sat in his seat.
"While I did bring you here to offer you a job, it would be very rude of me to not answer any questions you've had since my… 'disappearance'."
Did Yang have about a million questions to ask the wayward Knight? Yes. Was her booze addled mind in any state to articulately ask them? No. Was she going to ask them anyway? Hell to that yeah.
Yang decided to ask the most pressing one on her mind. "Where have you been? What have you been doing for the last two years?!"
Jaune quirked an eyebrow and motioned around his office. "All over Remnant. And running this company."
"Okay, I deserved that." Yang grumbled. "But why in the hell do you want me to work for you?"
"Simple." Jaune answered. "You're wasting away in various bars across Remnant and wasting your talents because you were told you could no longer be a Huntress." Jaune rubbed the back of his neck. "And I can't help but feel a little responsible for what happened to you and team RWBY."
Yang stared at Jaune in a drunken state of shock. That response was so like him it hurt. In fact Yang didn't know if she wanted to laugh, sock 'em across the jaw, or kiss him(okay so she was pretty shit faced but Jaune had filled out nicely so sue her for finding him attractive).
"I… have no other answer to that than to say it's so like you it physically hurts."
"That wasn't a no."
Yang chuckled before doing something she hadn't done much of in the last two years. She smiled.
"Ya' know what Vomitboy? You've got a deal!"
"Then let's start this off." Jaunes face split with a cheshire grin and took her hand. "With a "Yang"!"
"Well fuck, I need to change my panties now."
To anyone who's wondering were chapter 3 went, I didn't like the way it ended, as it kind of nailed my ass into a corner that refused to let go, so I changed it, not by much but enough to let me explore more possibilities for this story to go. I do hope you all liked the change as well as my take on Yang. And in truth what made this change take so long was me deciding if I wanted to use original characters or just take some from other sources, as you can see I choose the former. Thank you all for your patience and I hope you enjoyed.