A/N: I know I probably should finish the last chapter to Black Rose Admire but I hit a bit of a writers block on that. So I have been working on my next story. This is going to be a bit dark and a wild ride. Enjoy.
Note: I don't own the image used for this story
A Broken Sun
The young woman stirred the liquid in the class she held. People around her gossiping around her. Music was playing from a jukebox. But she was oblivious to all of it. All the lilac-eyed woman cared about was the elixir in front of her. She stared at it a little while long before lifting the drink up to her lips and letting the burning liquid pour down her throat.
"Give me another." The blonde-haired woman demanded the bartender.
"That was your seventh one already." The man said. "Maybe you've had enough."
She glared at the man. He seemed reluctant, but he eventually poured her another drink. The glass let off a ding as her yellow metal hand wrapped around it. And she continued the process of staring at the glass. Thoughts she wished to forget entering her mind.
Where was her uncle?
Probably on another damn long-term mission to stay as far away as he can.
How was her father?
Same mess as I am most likely.
What would she- what would both of them think of what had become of their family?
They would be absolutely disappointed. The girl thought as she downed her mind numbing poison. The blonde felt a presence sit down next to her. She turned to see a man with a disgusting sly smirk on his face. Here we go.
"Hey, pretty lady." The man's breath was thick with alcohol. Or maybe that was hers. She really didn't care at the moment.
"Go away." She said nonchalantly.
"Come on." He slurred. "I just paid you a compliment."
"Don't care." The blonde said more forcefully. "Leave me be."
"Come on lady." Another man said sitting down on her other side. She still couldn't tell if the smell of alcohol was coming from them or herself. But she could tell that they were both drunk. "My friend here is just being friendly."
"I'm sure he is." She said sarcastically. "Now get his ass away from me."
"Hey," the first man said, "don't talk to me like that."
"Yeah, we just want to have some fun." The second man said. That's when the bartender decided to step in.
"I think it is best that you two leave." He said sternly. "You don't want to mess with her. Especially on this day."
"Back off old man." The second man growled. "This doesn't concern you."
"Fine." The bartender said while taking quite a few steps away from the counter. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
"So why don't we go somewhere more private and have a little fun." The first man said as he reached out towards her shoulder. The second he made contact the girl's metallic hand wrapped around the man's wrist and firmly twisted it until he fell to the floor crying in pain.
"I told you to leave me alone." The blonde said firmly as she twisted the man's arm even more causing him to squirm. Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around her and pulled the woman away from the crying man.
"Now calm down girl." The other man said as he held on to the blonde as she struggled in his grip. "We're just talking."
The young woman responded by slamming the back of her head into the man's head. She heard him stumble back and cry in pain. The blonde quickly turned around and punched the man in his hand covered face with her prosthetic hand sending him crashing to the ground. She was about to turn back to her drink when she felt a heavy blow to her back and saw splinters and pieces of wood fly past her.
The blonde turned around to see the first man holding what was left of a stool. He just stared back at her in shock, clearly unprepared for how unfazed she was by the attack. Then his stunned looked turned to one of fear as her normally lilac-eyes turned a deep shade of red. The blonde may not have been physically effect by the attack, but she was pissed none the less.
She approached the man and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and flung him across the bar and sent him crashing into the wall on the other side. She noticed that some of the patron in the bar were looking on in shock at what was going on but most were watching in amusement. The young woman heard the second man getting up and turned to see him throwing a punch at her. She was quick to block it and then grabbed his head and slammed it into the bar counter.
"You bitch!" The first man yelled. He had gotten up and pulled out a knife. "You are going to pay for that!"
He came charging at her with his weapon raised and the blonde prepared to counter the attack. Suddenly something black wrapped around the man's waist and he was pulled back and once again was slammed into the wall. Only then did the girl notice that someone knew had enter the building.
Standing at the entrance to the bar was a young woman with amber eyes, long black hair and cat ears protruding from the top of her head. She wore white pants, a black shirt and a black leather jacket that had a symbol of a white wolf in a circle on its left breast pocket. The amber-eyed woman took a moment to survey the room before turning her attention onto the blonde.
"Still causing trouble." The black haired woman shook her head before a small smile crossed her face. "You haven't changed a bit, Yang."
"They started this one, Blake." The blonde countered.
"Oh, I'm sure they did." Blake said with a sly smirk as she walked over causing Yang to give a slight glare. There was a brief moment of silence between before they both embraced each other in a hug. "It's been awhile."
"Over a year." Yang said feeling a bit brighter on a day that was normally dismal to her. "What brings you to Patch? How did you find me here?"
"How about we have a seat," Blake motioned back to the counter, the blonde couldn't help but notice that her friend seemed to be a bit fidgety, "we can catch up over a drink."
"Hey," Yang said to the bartender, "one for my friend and myself."
After he poured them their drinks the two friends spent a moment in silence. Meanwhile some of the regulars had "kindly" tossed the two hasslers out of the bar. Not wanting their union to go on any longer unsaid the blonde finally started a conversation.
"So…," Yang said with some enthusiasm, "how are the kids."
"They're doing alright." Blake said. "You should come and visit more often. I think they miss you."
"Yeah maybe I should." The blonde said as she stirred her drink in her glass before taking a drink. "But I have a lot of missions to go on."
"You mean missions to get away from everything." Blake said quietly as she took a sip of her own drink.
"Blake, please don't." Yang said knowing where the conversation was going to go. The lilac-eyed girl noticed that her friend was getting more restless then she was earlier. "Okay, what's wrong?"
"Yang…, I didn't come to Patch for a social call." The Faunas said quietly. Yang looked at her suspiciously. Blake went on after letting out a sigh. "Ozpin sent me."
"What does the old man want?" The blonde said with a bit of a growl in her voice. "He knows that I don't take missions form him anymore."
"He came across something he thought you should see." Blake said as she pulled out her scroll.
"Whatever it is tell him my answer is no." Yang said bitterly.
"Yang, please." There was a pleading sound in Blake's voice that caught the blonde's attention. With a small nod the amber-eyed girl began playing a video.
It appeared to be security footage of a small warehouse. At first nothing was happening. Then the large door opened and an armored truck drove in. A dozen men came flooding out of the back. They were being directed by one man to go through certain containers and the thieves began to grab items with in them and began loading them into the truck. Suddenly the man who was tossing the items into the truck fell to the ground. Through the grainy footage Yang could see a pool of blood forming underneath him.
Panic seemed to erupt from the remaining men as they pulled out guns and began looking around the dark warehouse. Then another man collapsed. Then another. One by one the thieves fell dead and with each one their panic grew. Eventually only the leader was left. He was shouting for whatever was killing his men to show themselves. Then a figure showed up behind them, their back to the camera. They were wearing a red hooded jacket and black pants, and had a sword in hand. When the thief turned around the figure moved quickly and swung sword cutting the man's throat. After the man fell the figure turned around showing their face.
What Yang saw made her stiffen in shock. Even through the poor quality of the video she could make out the person's features. Long black hair with scarlet tips. But the most telling feature. The one that only one person could have. Silver-eyes.
"It-" The blonde stuttered to say. "It can't be. She.. she's."
"Yang, please try and stay calm." Blake pleaded to her. "Ozpin said they haven't been able to find out if it is- if it is her."
Suddenly the class in the bawler's hand shattered.
"She's dead." Her voice trembled. Blake was about to say something but Yang didn't let her finish. The blonde tore away from her chair and ran for the door. Once outside she jumped on her motorcycle and drove to the one place she could think of.
The elevator ride up to his office was a relatively quiet one. The only sound was coming from the green eyed woman standing next to him as she tapped at her scroll. The silence however masked the silver haired man's inner turmoil. The situation he was in made him uneasy for so many reasons. Mostly what it could mean after six years.
The elevator opened once it reached the top of the tower and Ozpin and Glynda walked into an office with large gears, overlooking Beacon's campus below. The headmaster sat down at his desk and let out sigh. His friend looked at him with concern but remained silent. The silence was broken when her scroll let off a beep. Glynda looked at the information she had received before letting out a disappointing sigh.
"Well?" Ozpin asked, knowing what the information pertained to. "What did they concluded?"
"They cleaned up the image as best as they could but they couldn't get a confirmation on who it was." She stated solemnly. "Do we proceed with the plan?"
"We have no choice." He stated. "Have you worked out a cover story?"
"Yes. Once Blake and Weiss sign off on it they can start the mission." Glynda informed him. There was short pause before she continued. "Is it wise to bring Yang into this. This will be deeply personal for her. And… she hasn't been- willing to work with us since..."
"With me to be more exact." The headmaster stated solemnly. "Did you try to get to Tai?"
"He didn't answer." She stated after a moment a short pause.
"As to be expected." Ozpin stated. "If that is all your dismissed Glynda. Get some rest."
"Yes- Yes sir." Goodwitch said hesitantly before heading to the elevator and taking it down.
Left with his own thoughts Ozpin was left to ponder what to do next. Part of him wanted this to be some case of mistaken identity. That the person in the video wasn't the person who had been lost six years ago. That they didn't for some reason cut themselves off from everyone they knew. That this was someone who just looked like them. But the realist in the elder man told him that it couldn't be anyone else. The only question now was why.
Ozpin pulled out his scroll and began shifting through his contacts until he came to the number he was looking for. The brown-eyed man pressed it and hoped the man was in a mood to talk to him.
The black-haired woman walked through the dark forest. The only source of light coming from the broken moon. Blake could only admire how the celestial body mirrored the current predicament. The amber-eyed woman continued forward until she broke through the tree line and stopped when she saw the blonde haired figure kneeing before two polished marble stones. The Faunus continued forward until the other woman spoke.
"She would turn twenty-six today." Yang said solemnly. "She should have been married by now with kids of her own, or at least seeing someone for me to threaten for being so close."
Blake sat down next to her looking at the two memorial stones. One was labeled Summer Rose with the quote "Thus kindly I scatter" under the name. The other stone was much harder for her to look at. This one had the name of a close friend. Ruby Rose and under her name was Loving daughter, sister and friend.
"It can't be true Blake." The dark haired girl looked into her friend's lilac-eyes to see tears. "If Ruby is alive after all this time it means she left us. She left our father and me. Just like my mother did. Why? Why would she do that?"
"Yang," Blake said softly, "I can't imagine what you must be going through but I promise to help you through this."
"What are you going to do?" Yang asked. "You said Ozpin sent you. So there is some kind of plan."
"I was sent to ask you to be part of the investigation." The black-haired girl said as she rested her hand on the blonde's shoulder.
"And if I say yes?"
"Then we head to Beacon to get further intel on our mission." Blake informed her. "Then we meet up with Weiss in Atlas. That is where the warehouse is. Then we get to the bottom of this together."
"Alright." Yang said after a moment of silence. "Let's do it."
The young woman sat in a dark room of an abandoned building with moon light slipping through a nearby window. After a day of running around looking for a place to rest she was tired. She inspecting the weapon in her hands. The long blade still stained red by the blood of her most recent kills. She took a couple of swings with it before she shook her head and tossed it aside. She didn't know why but for some reason the sword just didn't feel right.
Her thoughts returned to the previous night. The men she had killed. She had at the time felt considerable satisfaction when she had attacked the thieves. But a small part of her, something deep inside her told her what she had done was wrong. Like always she buried the feelings. Those men had deserved their fate. Just like all the others. Just like the ones that she would come across next.
The young woman looked at the window she sat next to and saw silver-eyes staring back at her filled with anger. Her hands tightly gripped her pants as she thought about the next encounter. She hoped that she would come across one of the key members. Someone to exact her rage. Someone to exact her revenge.
A/N: So what is going on? You must be asking. What happened to Ruby? You must be pondering. Well you're going to have to wait and see. As you may have notice this is taking may years after Vol. three. This helps me avoid possibly messing with anything cannon. Further information from the show may get incorporated into the story depending how it will effect it. Hope you enjoy the adventure. Feedback is appreciated.