Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY in any way, shape, or form. That is the brainchild of Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth. I don't own Sonic the Hedgehog either.
A/N Fernachos here with a brand-spanking new story. Taking a reprieve from A Prof's Perspective then this idea came into my head. This is for those who want something different. I'm planning to keep canon involvement at a minimum, just some minor crossings here and there, but nothing to change the original series at all. As always, reviews are most welcome: How else am I gonna improve? Put in suggestions, thoughts, and ideas too, cuz at this moment, there's just a couple ideas I have and I require more ideas to create a solid storyline if enough interest is taken in this. Without further ado,
Henching
Chapter 1: The Family Business
A flash of red and black flew towards him. He couldn't dodge something so fast, so he just kept firing the submachine gun. He winced as the blur reached him. His legs were hooked by something metal, and he soon felt nothing beneath him.
Wait, am I in the air?
He opened his eyes, to see the world upside down. Approaching him again was the ladybug-themed blur, twirling something in its hands, getting bigger and bigger.
It sorta looks like Sonic the Hedgehog, the way it's spinning like that OHWAITFUCKITSGETTINGCLOSERTHISISGONNAHURT! The object struck him square in the chest, and he flew back, slamming into the ground, the impact rattling his bones. Blackness crept upon his vision, but not before he saw a white coat and cane standing above him. He smelled tobacco wafting from a bowler hat. The voice coming from the bowler hat was incoherent as unconsciousness overtook him, his thoughts still scattered.
How did I end up here?
5 days ago
Roman Torchwick thought of himself as a patient man, but this was ridiculous! 4 minutes and counting, and not one bartender has shown up to his barseat on the VIP second floor. He looked around to see various "customers" in black suits with red ties and sunglasses strewn around the exclusive area of the club. All of them were wielding weapons of a sort, be it axes, swords, or guns. Roman checked the time. Any more waiting and he'll be late for his next meeting with his… fiery… employer. He shuddered at the thought.
"Helloooo? anybody there?"
A man in the same black suit and red tie and sunglasses walked out of the back room, an annoyed look etched on his face.
"What do you want?"
"Finally! Over five minutes before being served? You call this service? That's gonna affect the review rates of such a fine establishment!"
The goon ignored his verbal jests, "are you gonna drink or what?"
Roman sighed, nobody knows the art of conversation anymore, such a pity.
"Whiskey, on the rocks."
The bartender, started fetching the drink, trying best to ignore the ginger-haired customer, who silently stared at him from behind his long bangs.
Roman observed his server carefully. Nothing seemed off about him, no nervous twitches, shifty glances, he looked relaxed for the most part. He's in his element. Time to push him out of his comfort zone.
"Along with the drink, I'll need something else."
The bartender let out an audible sigh of frustration, "what do you need?"
"Oh dont worry, it's not another drink, although I might want a refill later. No, see I need directions." Roman smirked as the bartender rolled his head. His eyes were probably doing the same behind the polarized lenses.
"Where do ya need to go bub?"
He took a sip from his drink then set it down on the bar, "I was actually supposed to meet someone here, but he changed the time and place. Yeah he's an asshole like that. You might know him. His name's Steven Chun."
The bartender immediately tensed. He leaned over the counter, whispering, "Who sent you?"
Just then, Roman felt someone's breath on the back of his neck. He turned around to see three other henchmen, trapping him between themselves and the bar. There was no escape from this. Well, not without bloodshed, but I just pressed my suit… and I need these guys anyways.
Roman grinned, "Well, him and I have a friend in common. Said mutual friend is also the owner of this relatively average establishment. I mean, five minutes for a drink? Appalling service time!"
He turned back to the bartender, shit-eating grin still plastered on his face.
The bartender loosened up, resigned to what was revealed to him, "Alright, Junior sent you up here, so what do you really want?"
"Junior actually lent you guys to me, said something about you being 'the best for this job'. Of course, you'll get the rest of your cut after we're done." He reached into his pocket.
The three goons behind Roman took a step towards him, but the bartender waved them off when he saw Roman draw several hundred lien out of his pocket. "Alright, what are we doing, boss?"
Roman smiled knowingly, "Follow me." He walked down the stairs, towards the exit. The bartender and the three other henchmen followed close behind. As they exited, Roman noticed Junior at the main bar, conversing with a blonde girl, dressed too suggestively for her own good. Huh, lucky guy.
Present
Steven woke up to a great pain in his chest. It was like an Ursa used him as a trampoline. He slowly breathed in, wincing as the pain increased, then let his breath back out. Nothing was broken, thanks to his aura, but it still hurt like a bitch.
That's what I get for not practicing aura control… I think I'll just lie here until the pain settles. It's a nice night anyways. I can see the moon above the buildings, the rose petals have a soothing scent, and the sirens set a pleasant atmosphere…wait...SIRENS?!
Cursing under his breath, he turned to his left to see all-too familiar red and blue lights approaching the corner.
"Wing! Novel! Danny!" He called to his brothers. He slowly got up, wincing as his chest burned, and looked around. He saw his brothers in just as bad shape. He pointed to where the police lights were flashing. The eldest brother understood and took action.
"Guys, we gotta get outta here right now!" Novel growled, nodding to Steven in thanks. His glasses were smashed and his hat was gone, showing his slicked black hair with numerous grey streaks. Hunched over and holding his midriff, Novel started to shuffle down the main road, beckoning the others to follow.
Steven looked to his right and saw his twin, Wing limping towards him, his left arm clutching his right shoulder, his hand still gripped his weapon. His glasses were skewed on his face, and his fedora was sliding down his right, his exposed left side sporting a massive cow lick. He limped on his left foot. Steven waited for Wing to pass him before following his brother down the road.
Up ahead, Steven saw Novel pulling Danny up to his feet. Danny was probably looking the best, his glasses and hat still donned on his scraggly frame, although the stumbling in his step proved he was still disoriented.
Novel threw his arm around Danny's shoulder and directed him down the street. The sirens were becoming louder as Steven tried to keep up with his brothers.
"Left alleyway!" Novel shouted behind him, as he turned himself and Danny in the direction. Steven could barely stand, let alone walk. With the searing in his chest, every step was a struggle to take. Wing noticed his brother lagging, and wrapped his left hand under Steven's arm.
"C'mon, if any of us get caught we're screwed!" Wing exclaimed, his head shifting between the front and back, following his brothers while keeping an eye for police.
The four brothers trudged along the alleyway for a couple hundred meters, throwing trash in the way as a distraction and hindrance for the police behind them. The noise just pointed out where they were, but rational thought was not their main priority, but avoiding arrest. Following the alleyway, they stopped at a tall brick wall, their escape path now cut short.
"That's just fucking great! Nice job Novel, literally get us caught between a rock and a hard place!" Wing yelled, his frustration more aimed at their situation than at his brother. He glanced behind, the voices of the authorities growing louder.
"Wait, I know this place!" Danny exclaimed. His hazel eyes dawned with realization.
Novel frowned, then turned to the door on the right, procuring a key from his pocket, which he inserted into the keyhole. He turned the key, and to all their surprise, it opened. Novel pushed Danny up the stairs first, then gestured to Steven and Wing, who gladly followed their brother's lead. The light of the shattered moon was shut out as Novel closed the door behind him.
"Wing, you can let go of me now." Steven murmured to his brother, as they reached the top of the stairs. His arm was held tightly by his twin.
"I can't see shit, no way am I letting go until I can see!" Wing replied, tightening his grip on his brother's arm.
Steven stifled a wince, and called to the youngest, "Danny, can you find a light switch?"
No reply came, but Steven could hear his brother breathing unevenly, shallow. He could barely make out Danny's whispers, "This…this is the place…"
Someone pushed past Steven's left. He turned to see Novel's silhouette in front of the covered window, the bleeding light of the moon highlighting his hunched-over figure. But it didn't look like he was in pain.
"It's been a long time coming." Novel exhaled in defeat.
Wait, what does he mean? Where are… No. He wouldn't. Not after everything. Not after we turned away. Revelation hit Steven: Danny's quiet tones, Novel's depressed sigh, it all made sense now. He took a step forward, Wing letting go of his arm taciturnly.
We swore dammit! We swore we wouldn't come back!
His mind was assaulted with images, sounds, and smells: a cheeky grin covered by long black hair, a man's hearty laughter accompanied by children's squeals of glee, the scent of Valean coffee filling his nostrils. He took another step forward, his legs working like machines, his mind still trapped within itself.
We made a promise to each other. To them. To not remember, but never forget.
He continued walking in the dark, stopping in front of a wall from memories long since buried. His heart pounded in anticipation as he gingerly lifted his hand to the wall. It met plastic. He flipped the switch and was blinded by the light. In the light he saw two figures: one man, one woman, their facial features blurred, but their mouths turned into warm, loving smiles. He knew them. The intense light faded, to reveal a living room. He turned to see Novel sitting on a worn-out, black leather couch, a forlorn expression on his face. Danny was on his knees in the middle of the floor, on a floral carpet, tears in his eyes, face downcast. Wing stayed back at the edge of the stairs, slowly shaking his head, his jaw clenched tight, fire stoking in his eyes. Steven leant against the beige wall, his eyes taking in the room: the oak cabinets, the black table, the wood fireplace, and the pain that came with these sights.
He couldn't speak, his throat swelling along with the sorrow in his heart. He slid down the wall, his knees curling to his chest. His body trembled. He found his voice wavering as he spoke.
"We're home."
A/N Yeah, I'm a jerk for ending with a cliff-hanger…I'm not apologizing. But seriously, what do you think? I'm still pursuing this, but it's kinda difficult without every detail fleshed out. Also, kinda wanted to have comedy in this, which is almost impossible now, but eh. I regret nothing. Flashbacks will happen as needed, cuz there's quite the backstory I've got planned. I also just realized, although I have the characters' appearances and personalities in mind, I have no clue as to their semblances or their combat weapons/styles (not the B-grade ones Junior supplied), so anyone with any ideas for either Semblances, or weapons/ fighting styles, or both, even if for one character, please don't hesitate to PM me! Here's some descriptions of the Chun Brothers, in order of age:
Novel Chun: Age 29, married, has a child on the way. Tired personality, like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. Puts his brothers and family first. His goal is to keep his family alive. Physically, has average frame, 6ft tall, medium length slicked back hair, and black in colour but with grays here and there due to having to take care of and raise his brothers at a young age (stress can age a person). Hardened and sorrowful gaze most of the time, light brown eyes. Moustache and goatee combo.
Steven Chun: Age 25, the protagonist (we see things more from his perspective anyways). Indifferent, serious personality but still cares for his brothers and would do anything for them. Doesn't show his emotions easily, likes to joke every once in a while. Slim frame, but has some muscle (Think Jaune or Ren for musculature). 5'10" tall. Semi glossy black hair of less than medium-length, combed to the side, Clean-shaven, dark brown eyes.
Wing Chun: Age 25, Twin brother to Steven. Nonchalant attitude, short temper. Somber when he's not angry, sort of brooding. Takes threats to his family very seriously. Curses verbally more than his brothers. The strongest of the four, is more muscled than his brothers. 5'11" tall. Matte black hair of less than medium length, combed towards the front, his widow's peak reaching the middle of his forehead. Moustache, dark brown eyes like his twin.
Danny Chun: Age 20, the baby of the family, he's still got some ideals and beliefs that have yet to be shattered by the bleak reality he lives in with his brothers. He tries to see silver linings in everything. Wears his heart on his sleeve, but isn't overly sensitive (I know that's rather contradictory). Is attached to his brothers and doesn't want them to break apart. Built more like Steven, just skinnier. 5'9" tall. Fauxhawk of black hair, has hazel eyes.
Look at the cover art for a good idea too! Any other inquiries, just shoot me a message. Stay cool, stay breezy, Fernachos out.
