Once upon a time in a sprawling urban metropolis alike to New York City or San Francisco, there were three gangs. The first of these gangs became known as "Nohr". Founded as a group for German-American and Italian-American immigrants. Those who had fled Nazi Germany or Fascist Italy. They protected each other from people who thought that they were in cahoots with the thing they escaped. The second of these gangs became known as "Hoshido". Founded by the survivors of a Japanese internment camp that had been not but a few miles from the city they now inhabited. The third of these gangs had no real name. The general consensus was that they were known as "Valla". A gang founded by a mish-mash of people; some were misfits who wouldn't fit in with either Nohr or Hoshido.
Decades passed. The need for these gangs dwindled. Society became more open and accepting to these once hated people. Parts of the gangs disbanded, some stayed. The surviving members led these once pure gangs which had sheltered people from unnecessary violence down a path of crime and hatred.
Nohr became much more violent after the previous leader passed away, letting his son Garon take over. Hoshido tried to keep a peaceful, protective mindset. Infighting between members soon ended this. Valla...nobody knows what happened to Valla. Its stream of members ebbed and flowed through the years. In the late 1990s, most people were sure the gang was dead. But still, people would crop up claiming to be members of Valla.
They had never been at war with each other, not true war. Valla had stayed out of contact with anyone other than themselves. Hoshido and Nohr had always fought over petty things. The first instance of true hatred between them was the murder of Hoshido's leader, Sumeragi. It was a hit placed by an unknown Nohrian, many suspected it might have been Garon himself. Of course, the tragedy was much more than a "simple" murder. The day Sumeragi died, he was taking his second youngest child to a doctor's appointment. Two of the older children had begged to come along in hopes of going to the grocery store. You might think that they too perished, but that was not the case. Whomever had killed Sumeragi kidnapped them.
A manhunt began, but it soon proved too daunting a task for the Hoshidans to scour the entirety of the city. Within a year, the search given up, and the children assumed dead. What they didn't know was that all three were alive and well. Now raised as if they were Garon's children. All three of them forgot soon about their former life. It was a combination of being young and being fed endless lies about their origins. The oldest of the three, Silk, always had her suspicions about their origins. Silver, the middle child, was convinced that he was a twin brother to one of Garon's younger daughters. This girl fell deathly ill and passed away at the tender age of nine. The youngest, Fuchsia, perceived that she was just a "weird" child. She thought her not fitting in with her supposed siblings would pass as she aged.
As they grew up, all three of them showed their own personalities and formed their own bonds within the Nohrian family. Silk grew close to Xander, the oldest of Garon's children. Silver became quite attached to Camilla after the death of his supposed twin. Fuchsia never formed bonds with her "siblings". She tended to gravitate towards befriending the children born into Nohr. The most notable of these friends was a girl named Soleil.
But as time progressed, their personalities ended up determining their ranks within the gang.
Silk had grown up as the watchful child. She could spot a Hoshidan from a mile off and be able to alert the others to hide or scatter just in the nick of time. She was a wallflower, always hiding with her face in a book. She gained the role of a spy for Nohr. Standing on street corners or feeding ducks at a park as cover. She eavesdropped on Hoshidan gang members who were stupid enough to talk about plans in public. Most of the time she worked with Azura, a cousin of the family who also had a knack for spying as well. Some people joked about Silk and Azura being in a relationship, but Silk was always quick to shoot down those accusations.
Silver had grown up as the agile child, able to squirm his way out of any situation by force. He gained the role of messenger, relaying information from one end of the gang to another. Silver spent most of his free time running around the city on inline skates, much to his chagrin. He much preferred writing to "mailman" duties. He had always had a talent for writing. He had at least a thousand notebooks filled to the brim with stories he had written by now. Some he had written as early as 4th grade. Some of these stories were of his own creation, but the majority of them were fanfiction of all things. It was an odd hobby that most of the gang, Garon included, looked down on, but it made him happy. (Plus, there was no way Saitama and Genos were going to hook up in canon. Silver did the work for the show's real writers.)
Fuchsia...well, Fuchsia was 15. Naive, hot-headed, and crass. She got into semi-weekly fistfights at school. She wore jeans that were already torn up when she bought them. She played video games like Fallout or Bayonetta. She listened to music with lyrics that made Camilla concerned for her mental health. They didn't know what she was going to grow up to be, and to be honest, Fuchsia didn't care much for what she grew up to be. Little did the entire family know, Fuchsia was going to be the driving force behind a string of events. Events that would change everything about the Nohr and Hoshido gangs.
It started on a warm spring day in mid May. Silver was called to pick Fuchsia up from school after she got out of a detention brought about by one of her semi-weekly fistfights. This one wasn't "semi-weekly" though. It was the fifth one since Monday that week. The walk home was a long one with an air of disappointment and shame about it. It took Silver until the two of them were about half a mile from home to speak up to his younger sister.
"Five fights in a week. Five. That's a record, and not a good one." He groaned, pinching his brow. "I never thought I'd say this, but thank god it's Friday."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. You're ashamed of me and whatever the fuck." Fuchsia said, wrinkling her nose at her older brother.
"I'm not ashamed, I'm just worried. You're only a freshman, you could get expelled for this." Silver sighed, a tinge of his ever-present anxiety showing.
"If that happened I'd expect it, they already suspended me. Its not like I like that school, all my classmates are dicks." Fuchsia replied, not a single drop of concern about the suspension in her body.
"YOU WERE WHAT?!" Silver shouted, turning on his skates to block Fuchsia's path. She rolled her eyes, scoffing.
"I said I'm suspended, are you deaf?" She sneered.
"I-I know what you said, b-but that's serious! That's something t-that's so serious Camilla might get called in in from work! Hell, they might call Father in!" He stuttered, continuing to block the brunette's path.
"That's nice, fuckboy. I get the next two weeks off." She snorted, rolling her eyes once again.
Silver and Fuchsia continued to bicker off and on the rest of the way home. All the way up to the fifth floor of their building, right to the front door of the apartment they shared with Camilla and Elise. They could tell from the combination of kicked-off Mary Janes, Steven Universe backpack on the coat rack, and the sound of the television that Elise was already home.
"HEY DRILLHEAD, WE'RE BACK!" Fuchsia shouted, heading for the kitchen.
"I told you not to call her drillhead..." Silver whispered, closely following Fuchsia.
Fuchsia groaned, opening the refrigerator door to ponder her options of an after school snack. Once Silver finally decided it was futile to pester Fuchsia about the severity of suspension, he turned around to join Elise in the living room.
"Is she being gross again?" Elise asked, continuing to stare at the TV screen.
"Not as much gross as...unconcerned." Silver replied.
"That's still gross, so Fuchsia's being gross." Elise snorted.
Fuchsia strolled into the living room with a bag of white cheddar popcorn in tow and grabbed the remote. Elise shot out of her seat and struggled with the taller girl to prevent her from changing the channel. Both of them shouted incoherently as they fought, struggling for dominance. Silver put his face in his hands, giving a heavy sigh at his sisters' antics.
"I'm going to my room. You two can fight to the death over the remote." He groaned, shuffling down the hall.
"BUT BIG BRO, YOU GOTTA TELL FUCHSIA TO STOP BEING GROSS!" Elise squeaked, elbowing Fuchsia in the gut.
"NO, YOU HAVE TO PRY THIS BRAT OFF OF ME!" Fuchsia growled. Silver shot a look of "are you kidding me" to the girls as he opened the bedroom door.
Silver stayed locked in the bedroom for about three hours. He tried to write to take his mind off of what hell was to be unleashed once Camilla came home. He sighed and closed his notebook, slowly sliding out of his chair until he was lying sideways on the floor. Of course, he heard the front door of the apartment open within 30 seconds. Silver shot up from his position like a startled rabbit and made his way back into the living room. He tried to make sure Camilla didn't receive the news from Fuchsia mentioning it in passing, as if it were no more significant than what she had for lunch. When Silver reached the entryway, he opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. Camilla cocked her head sideways, a look of concern on her face.
"What's wrong? Does Dad think we have to move again? Is he trying to actually do something about him thinking you should live with Leo and Xander?" Camilla asked, ruffling Silver's black hair.
"Fuchsia...fight...suspended...two weeks." Silver panted, choking up out of anxiety. Camilla's hand froze, pulling away from his head.
"She got into another fight?" Camilla said, her voice mixed with both anger and concern. "Fuchsia? Is this true?"
Fuchsia groaned from the living room, muting the television. "YEAH, I GOT SUSPENDED. SILVER THINKS IT'S A BIG DEAL!"
Camilla paced into the living room. She turned the television off, and glared at the younger girl while crossing her arms.
"...I take it you think that's a big deal too?" Fuchsia squeaked.
"Why did you get into a fight?" Camilla asked, maintaining eye contact. Fuchsia looked away, but Camilla just walked closer.
"I...uh...some kid insulted me." Fuchsia muttered, looking down.
"What did they say?" Camilla asked, clearly being more aggressive with her questioning. Fuchsia wrinkled her nose and got up to go into the kitchen, Camilla and Silver following.
"Why do you care so damn much?! I got into a fight, and that's it!" Fuchsia growled, opening the refrigerator in an attempt to avoid the argument.
"Because I want to know how to help you prevent these things! You got into four other fights this week, what if it was bullying and you just...snapped?!" Camilla insisted.
"Alright, if you're so desperate to know...this one asshole has been saying that I'm not actually dad's kid. I know he's not Hoshido, but he knows who dad is, and who in this town doesn't know he's a mob boss?!" Fuchsia shouted as she slammed a can of soda down on the kitchen counter. Camilla's face changed from anger and disappointment to fear. Both Silver and Fuchsia noticed this, and both incredibly baffled. Why fear?
"T-They're wrong. I remember well the day you were born!" Camilla stuttered.
"You sound like you don't." Fuchsia coldly replied.
"If you want, you can ask Dad yourself! I can call him tomorrow to see if he's free anytime so that you two can talk!" Camilla pleaded as she tried to look Fuchsia in the eyes, but the younger girl turned away. At this point Silver felt like a third wheel to the argument. He turned to exit the kitchen so that he could cower in the living room with Elise. He was barely through the door when Fuchsia shoved him to the ground so that she could make her way to the front door.
"No, I'm going to go ask Dad right now. He works late, so he'll be in the office. I know he will." She said, holding up the can of soda she had taken from the kitchen. "...But I'm taking the root beer with me."
Fuchsia slid her shoes on and stormed out the front door with a pleading Camilla hot on her heels. Silver got up to check on Elise, finding her cowering behind the couch. He knelt down to try and help her calm down, but the truth was that Silver was just as scared as Elise.
"Are they gone?" Elise whispered, uncovering her hands from her ears.
"Yeah, I think they're going to be g-gone for a while...oh god, I hope Father isn't mad with us for this..." Silver sniffled.
"I told you Fuchsia's gross..." She said as she rubbed her bloodshot eyes.
"She's j-just difficult." He muttered.
"It's okay big bro, you can call her gross, she isn't around." Elise said.
"Okay, I do think she's pretty gross." Silver groaned, scratching the back of his head. "Would watching TV help?"
Elise pouted at this request, looking away.
"I'm kind of surprised you forgot there was going to be a Stevenbomb this week…and that it's Friday." Silver said. Elise turned her head back to face her brother, smiling a little. Silver held out a hand to help her out from behind the couch, to which Elise accepted.
"Are you gonna make me go to bed after watching it?" Elise asked.
"Only if you fall asleep halfway through like you did last time!" Silver said, sarcastically rolling his eyes.
The time spent with Elise was happy. But Silver began to worry when two hours passed without either Camilla or Fuchsia returning. Two hours turned into three. Three turned into four. Four turned into five...and then the telephone rang. When he answered the phone and heard Camilla sobbing on the other end, he was glad that Elise had gone to bed by now. He was glad that she wasn't awake to hear what Camilla had to say. The phrase she managed to choke out terrified him.
"Fuchsia's with Hoshido."