Heyo, lovelies! Welcome to my first uploaded RWBY fanfic /cheers. So let me let me set the basics of the AU this fic takes place in. It is a Modern!AU (no hightech weapons, dust, any sort of technology like that) but Faunus and semblance do exist. Semblance still has the same qualities as in canon, it's just not used as often because most people are not fighters/warriors (but could be used when engaging in a fight). This fic also contains certain aspects of V3, so I suggest finishing up V3 if you do choose to read on. Adding on to the disclaimers, there is also Brother!Adam (to Blake) and will normally follow Blake's perspective (excluding part 1 of the prologue).
Phew, sorry about that huge chunk of info, but it needed to be stated heh.
Anyways, without further ado, let's start! B)
Prologue, Part 1: Fire
"You don't understand, Ruby!"
An enraged and violent girl snapped at her younger sister, as the fifteen year old girl shook in fear and horror, staring at who was once her easy-going and playful seventeen year old half-sibling. The furious blonde-haired girl punched the younger girl's wooden desk, the contact strong enough to send stray splinters flying back. With the older girl's back facing her sister, she breathed in and out sharply through her nose, leaving her fist in the same position. She endured the pain that now pumped madly up her toned arm, not saying a word. Blood began to leak out of her knuckles.
She didn't care.
"Y- Yang!" Her dark haired sibling screamed out in concern, addressing her sister by her first name. Her hand was wrapped tightly around the silver cross that hung around her neck, the girl did that when she was afraid. There was a loud silence between them, Yang's breathing still ragged. The blonde girl slowly turned her tense form to face her younger sister, shooting blood-shot daggers into Ruby's tear-filled silver eyes. Yang took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down before speaking again.
"Ruby, listen," she started, her baby sister hesitantly wiping the tears that formed with the sleeve of her crimson zip-up hoodie. They met eyes once more, "This isn't about you. It's never been about you. I need to do this, that's all there is to it." Yang clenched both of her hands into fists, ignoring the pain flowing through her arm. Large droplets of blood dripped from her hand, staining the old, wooden floorboards.
She didn't care.
The taller girl closed the wide distance between each other and placed her bleeding hand onto her younger sister's petite shoulder. She clasped it lightly, not sure if she could trust her own strength. Ruby froze in place, her face soaked with worry and fear at what was to come. Yang's tiresome red-tinted-purple eyes piercing silver, "I have to find her, Ruby. I'm sick and tired of waiting in the dark for a miracle to happen. I need to know." Ruby's eyes widened at her sister's words, tears flowing down her cheek as she began to quietly sob. She couldn't stop sobbing.
"Yang, you c-can't just l-leave me," Ruby's soft voice cracked under the pressure of her heaving chest. Pausing for a second, her older sister pulled her into a well-needed embrace. Ruby's arms tucked in close to her body, Yang wrapped her sturdy arms around the shaking girl, letting her bury her face in the blonde girl's shoulder. The blood from her hand started to seep into the red sweater her sister wore, dyeing it a darker shade of crimson.
She didn't care.
"Ruby... sis," Yang hushed the younger girl's sobs as her good hand ran through the reddish-black mess of hair she held in her arms. She heard the younger girl sniffle a bit against the blonde girl's baggy, oversized heather-gray sweater before she bobbed her head up to look at her older sister.
"I've made my decision already, I have to go."
Ruby's grip on the gray sweater slowly loosened and she backpedaled away from her sister, her body suddenly feeling ill.
"Ruby, this isn't goodbye. I will see you again. Please don't hate me, okay?"
The dark-haired girl's face mirrored pain and despair, her shaking hand still clasping her silver cross necklace. Yang slowly walked over to the beat-up orange backpack that was sleeping on the floor, and gently slipped it on. Her black high-top clad feet trudged towards the door to exit her sister's room. She grabbed the metal nob with her undamaged hand and turned to look back at Ruby, who was stiff with grief and eyes focused on the floor. She didn't look up at Yang.
"I'll see you around, sis."
Yang forced a smile and when she got no response, she left the quiet room. She shut the wooden door and made her way to exit the cabin, her footsteps creaking the floorboards underneath her. When she reached the outside, it was pouring rain, the mucky weather surrounding the stressed-out girl. Her blonde eyebrows furrowing, she began to walk away from the house. The older girl finally decided to take notice to the injury on her right hand, some blood still dripping down the now rose-red soaked hand. Yang continued to walk, biting her lip at both the physical and emotional pain that flooded her.
This was the right thing for her to do. She needed to do this.
She held her hurt fist in her left hand as tears began to run down her hot face. Her sobs became louder and louder as she continued to drag her feet, one step at a time.
She cared too much.
Prologue, Part 2: Smoke
"I don't think you understand what you're doing, Blake."
A stern and murderous man stated as a raven-haired girl let out a pained scream as her body slammed against the sturdy trunk of a nearby tree. The town around them was burning up, most of the buildings and structures in ablaze. She panted heavily as pain seeped in and coursed throughout her body, as the girl attempt to use her now weak arms to pull herself up. That action quickly failed as a heavy object smacked her back, causing her arms collapse as her crippled figure fell back onto the dirt. Heavy black boots laced with crimson-red soles strided over and obscured her vision. The figure then bent down, roughly grabbed a fistful of onyx-coloured hair and yanked the girl's head up to face him with his glove-clad hand. The seventeen year-old girl shrieked in agony, her arms powerless to stop the twenty-five-year old man's abusive nature. Her squinted citrine eyes peered at the man's white mask in disgust.
"We had a deal: for you to not try and run away anymore. And what do you do? Exactly that. Are you happy with yourself?" The man demanded, his voice thick with grim. The girl's breathing was heavy, overwhelmed by the pain pumping throughout her skull and the thick smoke that was slowly creeping closer.
"T-that deal is off, Adam. I-I don't want t-to do this a-anymore," Blake panted, her shaking ribbon-clad arm struggling to grab the man's sturdy grip to let go of her hair.
"That's not what I asked, sister," Adam gruffed, letting go of the girl's silky black hair and then proceeded to kick her in the stomach, her black-and-white clothed body slamming once more into the oak tree. Blake cried out, coughing up blood that splattered onto the ground and dripped down the sides of her mouth.
Adam walked coolly towards his younger sister's near-paralyzed body, running his large hand through his spiked red hair and over one of his black bull horns. The smoke that surrounded the girl's brother added to his menacing and intimidating look. Blake's body pleaded for her to remain motionless, but she ignored its cry and cocked her head up at her brother.
"A-Adam, all this killing... it isn't even for us anymore, for the Faunus. I-it's for yourself! What point at you trying to make by dropping bombs on innocents and destroying their town?!" Blake's winded and cracked voice demanded, the taste of iron coating her tongue. Adam kicked Blake's stomach again, which was hard enough to make her cough up more crimson liquid.
"That's a real easy question, sister," he arrogantly smirked, "Simply for fun." The man began to pace around the raven-haired girl's beat-up body with his hand on his chin in thought. "Times are hard, Blake. If you have the power to make them easier for yourself, why wouldn't you use it? You see, the White Fang is now the most feared organization in all of Remnent. The humans now know damn well we won't be running away with our tails between our legs anymore. Why? Because of your older brother of course! This was all my doing! Because of me, we're winning! And if I can have a little fun while making a difference, well, where's the problem with that? I've done what you've always wanted!"
"This isn't what I wanted though, Adam! You're the one who doesn't understand!" Blake screamed out, her amber eyes reflecting the blazing flames behind him. She didn't want to hear another word of her old brother's clinical nonsense. The bull Faunus stopped dead in his tracks, and turned to face the pained voice in curiousity.
"I-I don't want mass murders! I don't want burnings or tortures! I just want to be heard!" Hot tears ran thickly down Blake's dirtied and bruised face in anger.
"Stop trying to run away from something you helped do!" Adam snapped back, ignoring his sister's statement. The fire around them grew dangerously bigger, the smoke now causing both Blake and Adam to cough as it snuck its way into their lungs. The bull Faunus looked steadily around at the scene. "You're the only one that gives me problems, Blake. And I'm damn sick and tired of it!"
Blake's eyes followed her brother's movements as he turned away from her, making her regard the intricate white designs and red-rose pattern on the back of his jet-black tailcoat. He stared out at the flames that blazed through the once-virtuous countryside town, speaking out his thoughts in a hushed tone.
"You're not worth the trouble anymore."
Blake's golden eyes widened at what slipped out of Adam's mouth. Despite the noise of crackling fire around them, she was still able to catch what her older brother had murmured with her exposed cat Faunus ears. The bull Faunus suddenly spun around, grabbed his sister by the dirtied yellow bandanna she wore around her neck, and yanked her up so her standing form was leaning against the tree.
"You heard me, Blake! You want to run so badly? Then go! Run! I'm done with fucking caring!" Adam shouted in hatred, pulling Blake away from the now burning oak tree and shoved her away violently. The raven-haired girl almost stumbled over her brown shin-high boots but she quickly caught herself. Her watery amber eyes looked up at the person who she used to proudly call her brother. The one who read her bedtime stories when she was younger. The one who comforted her after a nightmare and told her everything will be alright.
She took a step back and hesitated.
"A-Adam-"
"I said leave!" Adam growled, not bothering to look at his distressed and conflicted sister. He was dead serious this time.
"I said fucking leave!"
In sheer panic of the man's acrimony, Blake ran. Ran as fast as her aching body and heart could handle. The smoke around her clouded her thoughts as tears slid down her pained face. The thick air soaked her over-working lungs as she ran away from everything she knew for her entire life. Her cat ears picked up the man shouting one final thing, as her body kept running, not looking back.
"Just know that this isn't goodbye, sister."
Welp, there you have the prologue. Stay tuned for the first chapter soon, though, I don't really have an upload schedule so I cant be certain when that will be. Just trust me when I say soon, okay? aha
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