Roles Reversed
The city of Vale, one of the larger and more populated cities of Vale was beautiful at night. People bustling and walking around, looking inside store windows and eating in fine restaurants.
It was so crowded that nobody noticed a group of people, all well dressed in black and red suits and following an even more interestingly dressed person, walking towards a local late night dust shop.
The shopkeeper, an old man, who was just sitting down with a good book, looked up with a smile when his door bell jingled.
His smile faltered when he saw who had entered his shop.
"Do you know how hard it is to find a dust shop open this late?" The leader asked, staring coldly at the now trembling shopkeeper.
"I… Uh…" He mumbled.
*Sigh* "Get the dust." She said, pointing to all the different colored dust cylinders on the wall.
The henchman quickly followed her command, and attached containers to said cylinders.
She stayed where she was, fiddling with her weapon while her men did their work.
One of the henchmen, Stein, approached the back of the store, where he thought he'd seen movement.
"Who's back here?" He called, waving his gun around, attempting to look impressive.
He then heard slight music, and turned around suddenly.
There was a girl standing behind him, her hand outstretched towards his pocket.
"What the-… Hands in the air!" She didn't comply.
"Were you… robbing me?" He asked, incredulous.
She only nodded, her oddly colored mint hair covering her face.
"Aaaahhh…" He nodded, smirking as he aimed his weapon at her.
*Front of the store*
"Aaaargh" The criminal screamed as he flew into a cardboard stand next to the front door.
The blonde crime lady motioned for some of her men to check the back of the store, but a hail of bullets forced them to seek cover.
"Ugh… must I do everything myself? You bumbling idiots were worth every cent." The now angry Lady Goodwitch, Criminal Lord and Scum of Vale's underbelly said bitterly, and pulled her weapon, a nasty looking riding crop.
There was a flash of green, as whoever had just attacked them flew out the window, riding one of her henchman.
She could have sworn she say the green figure's hand in his pocket as they flew by.
Goodwitch followed the attacker outside, and was met by an unexpected sight.
The attacker was clearly female, with an exposing tank top, and oddly colored green hair, done in a ponytail, with two long hairlets hanging infront.
She had her weapons out, two twin machine pistols, also green, and both aimed at her.
She didn't have time for this.
"Well, get her!" she ordered, and her bumbling henchmen sprang awkwardly into action.
The green girl had no trouble wiping them out. Her semblance, forced illusion, caused many of them to stop, seemingly thinking she had disappeared… and were subsequently dispatched.
Soon, it was just her and Goodwitch.
"You have skill, child, but you are no match for me." She warned, and launched a volley of energy at the shorter girl, which she dodged expertly.
By the time the she could recover, Goodwitch was already on the top of a nearby building.
'Okay, Emerald… Just like Aunt Raven taught me…' the green girl thought to herself, and began to give chase.
When she caught up to the woman, she was standing on the edge of the building, looking down.
"Stop. Turn yourself in. Pickpocketing is… bad, I'll admit it. But what you did was much worse!" Emerald called.
"Tsk Tsk. Persistant." Goodwitch answered, as a bullhead came from seemingly nowhere, and opened its side door.
Goodwitch jumped aboard, and turned around.
"We won't be meeting again, little girl…" She called over the roar of the engines, and launched one last beam of energy.
Emerald wasn't fast enough, and closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable.
There was a blast of heat, and she scrunched her face up.
Seconds past, and she peeked one eye open.
Instead of darkness… or the pearly gates of heaven, there stood a women.
She had a short red and gold dress, and long black hair.
The newcomer had blocked the attack by launching a pillar of dense fire in front of them.
'Huntress… great.' Emerald thought to herself, as said huntress began to launch fiery attacks of her own.
Goodwitch seemed to disappear into the ship, and a large green bubble of energy enveloped it, blocking every attack of the huntress' and eventually flew away.
Before it left however, Emerald thought she saw the figure of a man wearing deep green, almost black, and sporting gray hair.
The fight now over, the red huntress turned to face her, and merely said, "Follow."
"What? Why? Where?" Emerald asked instantly.
"Don't think. Obey." Came the terse reply.
Emerald sat silently at a table, listening to the ranting huntress, who'd identified herself as Cinder Fall, stewardess of Beacon Academy.
"… If it were up to me, you-" The door opened, interrupting her.
"Now, now, Cinder, she was only attempting to stop that robbery… not kill a bunch of kiddies…" A voice came from within said, and a man entered the room.
He was taller, carrying a cane and wearing a white coat with a black bowler hat.
Roman Torchwick, Headmaster of Beacon Academy, and one of the most respectable men alive, if not a little eccentric at times.
"This… girl-" Professor Fall attempted, but Torchwick cut her off again.
"Really, Cindy… go take a break, and let me handle this." He ordered.
Fall left with a huff.
"Now then... You have… green hair…" He said, staring at her, but changed tactics completely I'm assuming you know who I am?" He asked, sitting down and putting his feet up on the desk.
"Headmaster Torchwick of Beacon." Emerald answered.
"Good. You've heard of me… But I have no idea who you are…"
"Emerald Sustrai."
"Oh my, we have a talkative one here. How would you like to come to my school?"
She perked up. Being a huntress of Beacon was… one of her oldest dreams. She had since given up on that dream when she was ejected from Signal due to… stealing.
"Wha-? Yes, please!" She gasped.
"Finally, some emotion…" Torchwick said under his breath, then, "Well… alright…"
'Dammit… why him…?' Emerald thought to herself.
She'd just boarded the passenger ship for Beacon, when she caught sight of the one person she hadn't wanted to see.
Her crush, Mercury Black.
He was standing there, looking out the window, eyeing everyone who came close to him.
He must have seen her reflection as she attempted to sneak past him, because he turned suddenly.
"Em! What are you doing here!? I thought only kids with completed application papers could get in here! Must be false advertising…" He teased.
He was a bit of an ass, but never meant any of it.
"Oh… uh… yeah…" She could only mutter, scratching the back of her head nervously.
He hugged her shoulders with one hand, guiding her to the window.
"Well, you're here now, and that's pretty cool…" He said.
"Yeah… So… how've you-" She attempted to ask, but a holographic Cinder interrupted them.
"Welcome to Beacon Academy. You are among the select few that have successfully been accepted to this prestigious school…" Cinder continued to drabble on and on, but Emerald had lost interest.
She'd been watching a blonde boy who was running back and forth, holding his hand over his mouth and gagging.
'Oh, crap!' She thought as he tripped up next to her, and opened his mouth.
He threw up not on her, but on Mercury.
"Oh, Merc, gross! You have vomit on your legs!" She shouted, while Merc couldn't help but laugh lightheartedly, and begin brushing himself off. She couldn't help but join in.
This was only the first day of her time of Beacon, and it was already crazy.
Little did she know that bad things were already set in motion, and her happy days were numbered.
A/N: This is definitely AU. In order to fit, major changes will happen to the canon storyline, but I will try to mirror the main storyline best I can. Mercury is the most OOC out of all of them, but mostly because his main self is... not student material, or likeable as a student.
Main changes will be revealed when necessary at the beginning of each affected chapter. Hope you enjoy!