In the halls of Beacon Academy, two sisters walk about as the short scrawny one tries to counsel the angry slutty one.

Ruby: Yang, it's okay. We'll get it back somehow.

Yang: He stole my fricking BUMBLEBEE! Auuurgh, dad even told me to get insurance for it. But I said "Nooooo. It'll be fiiiine! I'll just beat up anyone that tries to steal it!" He's never gonna let me live this down... (y/n) is SO dead!

As Ruby makes another attempt to quell Yang's plans to murder someone, the two come across two familiar members of a familiar team.

Ruby: Hey, look. It's Patina and Kiwi.

Ruby waves them over, hoping to distract Yang long enough to calm her down. The two girls see her waving and walk over to them. The sisters immediately spot the splint keeping Kiwi's arm in place. A pissed off expression on her face that could rival Yang's.

Patina: Hey Ruby, Yang.

Kiwi: *grunt*

Ruby: Hey there... Where's Naple?

Patina: Still in the infirmary, getting high on painkillers. He's stuck in bed until the pain subsides enough for him to walk again.

Yang: Geez. He's been in there since yesterday. How bad is it?

Kiwi: He sounds like a chick whenever he tries to talk.

The punk girl sports a small grin from the hilarious imagery as Patina shakes her head. That's when Ruby has a thought about the whole thing.

Ruby: Say, do either of you know why (y/n) would do this to you guys?

Patina:.... We have no idea! We were seeing if he wanted to hang out with us over the weekend, when suddenly, he just attacks us out of nowhere.

Kiwi nods in agreement. This just leaves Ruby more confused and worried. Why would someone like (y/n) suddenly hurt people? Sure, he's not exactly treated fairly by other students, but he always seemed to try and avoid violence.

Patina: Anyway, we have to get going. There's a group project in Professor Port's class that we have to revise, now that there's only three people in the group.

The duo take their leave as they pass by the sisters. As the two round a corner far enough away, Patina lets out an annoyed sigh.

Patina: Well, this whole thing went sideways.

Kiwi: I'm still not talking to you.

Patina: You technically are talking to me. And are you still butthurt about me not helping yesterday?

Kiwi: YES! For fuck sake, he broke my God damn arm and man-checked the shit out of Naple! While you, oh fearless leader, just stood around with your thumb up your ass!

Patina: And it's because of those two facts that I didn't try to step in. If you could stop getting pissed and use your brain for one second, that would be great. So think, when was the last time (y/n) has ever fought back?

Kiwi: Never.

Patina: Exactly. Plus, he's never had an attitude like that before. So given all that and the fact he laid you both out in a minute, means something is very wrong with him. Even his aura felt off.

Kiwi: His aura?

Patina: Let's just say I have a talent for reading people... I don't know. Best to just let the Headmaster deal with it. Until then... *sigh* We're gonna have to do our own essays.

Kiwi: Aaw, fuck! I forgot we had him do everything.

With a collective sigh, they walked off to the library to see what homework they have to do themselves.

[Location: Streets of Vale]

My, what an interesting few hours it has been for (y/n). After getting to know the rest of the gang, also known as the Xiong Family, he was given his own bed to sleep for the night! Granted, it was a bunk bed lined up with half a dozen others within the backrooms of the club, but he felt included at least. However, it was after a moderate night's sleep that the fun began. Before the teen could join the gang, he needed to be put through initiation. Somewhat of a two parter. First, getting the shit beat out of him. You know, normal gang stuff.

Now, normally, a newbie is more than able to fight back if they wish. Junior thought it was only fair, seeing as it's usually a five on one beat down. Well, imagine his, along with everyone else's, surprise when little (y/n) only made it out with a bruised cheek. While the five guys he was up against got laid the fuck out, from broken noses to broken balls.

In short, Junior believes Pen now.

Anyway, after all of that, it was time for part two of initiation. After proving he can take a punch and throw a harder one, Junior tasked (y/n) with his first assignment as a gang member.

(Y/n): So, all I have to do is rob a gas station?

Sitting in a black car, (y/n) and a Xiong goon drive along the road to their target destination.

Goon: It's a bit of a cliché, but yeah. Go in, steal the money from the registers, get out. Bonus points for any smokes and booze you can steal as well.

Just a few blocks away from said gas station, the goon stops the car.

Goon: There're no cameras in the back of the station. Once you've got the goods, rush to the back and I'll pick you up from there.

(Y/n): How the hell do you know that?

Goon: I used to work there. Management never bothered to add more cameras, and they never will.

Excepting the answer, (y/n) just gets out of the car and starts walking. As the the goon drives off, leaving him on his own, the teen reaches in his pockets and feels for the items he was given. A bandana to hide most of his appearance, a concealed pistol for if shit goes down and the knife he stole from that guy that jumped Pen. Acknowledging his inventory, he continues his walk. Mentally preparing himself to commit a crime.

Kind of exciting the more he thought about it.

[Meanwhile]

Today has been a good day for Johnny the gas station employee! He was made employee of the month, got a raise for it, and it's been a quiet and peaceful day for him. If it weren't for that incident with the toilet, it would have been perfect. Otherwise, all is fine as he cleans off the front counter with a towel as he hums to himself.

As Johnny continues to wipe down the counter, he accidentally knocks over the tip jar. The plastic container clatters on the ground, sending a few coins scattering across his feet. With an annoyed sigh, he bends down to clean up his mess. As he places the coins back in the jar, one coin at a time, he hears the familiar ding of the front door opening. He leaves the coins be as he stands back up to greet the customer.

Before he could say a word, he is greeted by two feet flying over the counter and slamming into his chest. This sends him flying back into the glass shelves filled with cigarette packs and miniature whiskey bottles. The force of him colliding with the shelves causes them to break and rain down on him as he falls to the ground. With the wind knocked out of him, the feeling of pain in his chest, broken glass falling on him, and alcohol bottles breaking on top of his body, Johnny simply lies motionless in pain as he lets out a small whimper.

But who cares about him?

As (y/n) collects himself from drop kicking the cashier, adjusting the bandana on his face in the process, he quickly turns his attention to the cash registers from behind the counter. Pulling out his knife, he forces the blade into the crack of the locked drawer. Using his other hand, he slams his palm into the handle, forcing the lock to break and open the drawer wide open. This reveals several stacks of Lien in a tray, causing (y/n) to smile wide behind his bandana.

Quickly looking around, he finds a stack of plastic bags and grabs one. Grabbing the whole tray from the register, he dumps the money into the bag, being careful not to drop too many bills. Afterwards, he hastily does the same with the other register before spinning around to face the remaining shelves still intact.

After filling another bag with cigarettes and bottles of alcohol, (y/n) jumps over Johnny's body and rushes to a side door labeled "Employees Only". Moving fast, he runs down a hall and immediately spots an exit sign. Busting through the door, he arrives in a back alley and snaps his head side to side, looking for his getaway driver. Not long after, he hears a honk to his left and spots the car he was in not long ago coming his way. Rushing towards the vehicle, the boy opens the car door and practically jumps in.

Slamming the door, the two soon drive down the alley and quickly make it to the road, driving away from the gas station. All while (y/n) lets out an excited laugh.

[Location: Junior's Club]

It wasn't long after until (y/n) and the goon arrived back at the club with their spoils. Walking into the backrooms, the amnesiac boy dumps his ill gained goods onto a table as more gang members surround him. As several goons go for the smokes and booze with glee, Junior, sitting at the end of the table, grabs the bag of money and pulls it towards himself. He dumps the Lien out and gives it a quick count. All while (y/n) waits patiently.

Junior: 770. 780. 790. 800 Lien. Not bad, kid. You even did it in less than three minutes, I hear.

(Y/n): Yep. So... Am I in?

Junior: oh, abso-fucking-lutely you're in! Welcome to the Xiong Family, (y/n). We'll get you your own suit in just a bit.

With that said, Junior puts the money back in the bag and takes his leave with it. Ignoring that his boss just walked off with his first pay, (y/n) simply takes in the praise from the gang members. Soon after, he sees Pen hobble over to him. A few bandages on his face and a cast on his leg greet him, along with a smile as he approaches.

Pen: Congrats, kid! You're gonna get on just fine with Xiong's.

(Y/n): Good to hear, I didn't think it would be enough for my first try. So, what now?

Pen: Well, now you get acquainted with what you'll probably be doing most of the time. But trust me, it's fun and easy.

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