Rogue One: An Untamed Story

Chap 11: ...And Out Comes...

Liu Yang's pov:

With the remaining bandits rounded up, Liu Yang, Bing Wen and the other Yu clansmen left the mansion. He Bing Wen and his men hadn't accounted for how many bandits there would be, and some of their own men had been hurt during the fight.

They would just have to transport half the bandits back to Yu sect first, followed by the other half.

The other problem was that they didn't bother to bring a carriage, since they didn't know for sure if the person (Liu Yang) they were rescuing were even still alive.

As such, they robe back by horse. Because Liu Yang was too weak to ride a horse on her own, she shared a horse with Bing Wen.

Every time there was a bump, or a horse neighed or throttled, Liu Yang became easily startled and her nails would curl and bite deep into Bing Wen's arms until she remembers to let go.

Bing Wen tried his best to comfort her, his heart strings tug every time unrestrained fear flashes over Liu Yang's eyes.

When they arrive at Yu sect, Liu Yang was brought in immediately to get bandaged up.

In a guest room, Liu Yang changed out of her bloody and tattered robes into the ones provided by the Yu sect. They were a pastel orange colour. Not her colour, but it would do until she could buy new ones.

The healers had helped to wash her then dressed her injuries. They told her that some of her wounds had an infection, and that there was also the possiblity that she would develop a high fever. But it would be cured with medicine, proper meals and much deserved sleep.

Liu Yang sat herself down in front of the vanity mirror. Her hands comb through her hair and she is reminded of the men caressing her hair too.

She shuddered a gasp, and her hand reached for Minzhe on the table.

She hacked at her hair with her dagger, sawing it off until what was left only brushed the surface of her shoulders. Before, her hair had been shoulder- length, now it was more of an unruly bob.

Liu Yang couldn't care less for how it looked. Her dagger dropped to the table with a loud clatter, and she pressed the base of her palms to her eyes. Tears gushed out anyway, racking through her and shaking her shoulders.

She cried and wiped her tears away with her sleeves even when they just kept coming. Her wounds were going to reopen again if she continued moving so much.

A soft knock at the door caused to jump in place. She stifled her tears and dabbed them away quickly then said, "...W-who's there?"

Liu Yang felt a little better hearing the smile in Bing Wen's voice, "It's Bing Wen, Lady Liu. I've brought Chen Jun with me, he wants to see you. May we come in?"

"Yang-jie! It's me, it's me! Ah-chen! Please let us enter!" Came Ah-chen's excuberent voice.

Liu Yang flinched at the loud voice but agreed to let them come in. The paper door slid open, and immediately Chen Jun barrelled in like a cannonball.

He rushed towards his Yang-jie, who yelped when he embraced her. "Yang-jie! I'm so happy you are safe!" He parted from her and said, "Yang-jie, He-gege told me that the bandits who took you have been locked away forever. They won't hurt anyone ever again!"

Ah-chen reached to his side and took out Huiqing and returned it to Liu Yang. "Your dagger." He said.

Liu Yang refused to take it back. She gently pushed the dagger back to him. "I told you, it's your now." She told him that the dagger would connect them forever, no matter how far they are from each other.

Liu Yang smiled warmly at the boy, and pinched his cheeks, "I'm safe because of you, you brilliant boy. Although I am upset that you went against my word, I am still proud of your bravery." Ah-chen beamed at the half-scolding, half-praise.

He blinked at Liu Yang then cocked his head to the side, "...When did you cut your hair, Yang-jie? Why is it so short?"

Liu Yang's face paled slightly and she grimaced, her hand reached for her very short hair. "...I..." She tried to come up with an excuse, but it only brought up more memories of her time at the bandits' mansion. Which caused fear and panic to grip her insides, and bile to rise up her throat.

Bing Wen, noticing this, patted Chen Jun on the shoulder, "Come now Ah-chen, let your Yang-jie rest. She is tired after a long day. Go play with your friends (the junior Yu disciples) while you wait. I promise to inform you when Lady Liu wakes up next."

Ah-chen gave a pout but nodded, giving his Yang-jie one last hug before leaving. Bing Wen shut the door close after him, then went to Liu Yang who had moved to the bed.
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A/n: Some of you who read the part where Liu Yang cuts her hair even shorter, might be like: Ah shit.

The ancient Chinese, both men and women, had a tradition of uncut hair, because the Chinese believed that cutting your hair is just like cutting off a part of your parents, since they considered our bodies to have been given to us by our parents.

So yes, Liu Yang having shoulder- length hair most of the story went against all of this. But, I promise that there is a reason.

There's no point explaining it here since it's kind of a spoiler? Eh, you'll find out soon.