Hello! It's MotherUniverse! And this is my first RWBY fanfic!

RWBY is an awesome series, and this AU was, in my opinion, a really good idea. I will still be regularly updating my other story, Fullmetal Alchemist: Afterstory (If you are a fan of Fullmetal Alchemist, I highly encourage you to read this book. If you have no clue what Fullmetal Alchemist is, then watch Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood on Crunchy-roll or wherever you watch your anime (not Netflix, it doesn't have it) and check it out, it's the greatest show ever).

This first chapter is basically a character introduction, with short stories of who they are and stuff. The tittle lies, there is not actually 12, but 4.

Also, this is an AU, so anything I wan't I can do. Therefore, ages will be different. Ruby will be 22, Weiss is 24, Blake is 16 (yes she will be younger than Ruby in this story for plot reasons), Yang will be 25, Pyrrha is 27, John is also 27, and Ren and Nora are both 26. As it is an AU, expect the unexpected, and Arkos fans, get ready to squeal with happiness.

There is no magic or semblance or abnormalities in this AU, and there are no Grimm either. Dust is a nuclear power source, and Fanus is going to be a religion that values animals and nature and other life etc, above all others, and not a race of meta-humans with extra animal limbs, and there will be no fancy weapons. Unfortunately.

I don't own RWBY. That belongs to Rooster Teeth, and they are awesome, and the gods/goddesses of our fandom, so we worship them.

And without further ado, on with the show!

Chapter 1: A Dozen Rose Petals

Ruby Rose

Ruby Rose was a perky but socially awkward 22-year-old who had recently graduated from Beacon University, which, in her opinion, was the greatest college that anyone could possibly go to; it didn't matter what those turkey's from other University's said. Beacon was an Ivy League college, which Ruby had to say, she was surprised she got into. Her big sister, Yang Xiao Long, had graduated from the same school around two years ago. Ruby was going to become a privet investigator, and with hope, join the same team her sister was on, where she would work under a woman who had been labeled the worlds best detective; Pyrrha Nikos.

Ruby was currently on a 500 lin shopping spree (a gift from her big sister for graduating college), and was walking by herself around shops, arms full of shopping bags. She was wearing her normal outfit; a plain black dress, dark red tights, black combat books, and, of course, her red, Beacon Academy spirit-wear hooded sweatshirt. She was coming out of the barbers shop, since she had needed a hair trim for weeks. The red hombre she had gotten for her black hair a year back had given her enough split ends to sink a ship. It was late at night, and most shops were closed, but there was one shop in particular that was open at late hours, that sold something special; Dust.

Dust was a strange, nuclear substance that, when used properly, could become a clean and efficient source of power, for pretty much anything. From cell signal, to Scroll battery, to house electricity, to car power. It could also be used as a nuclear bomb if someone got a hold of large amounts of Dust, so there was high security anytime anyone used more than 40 pounds of dust to power something. Anyone only ever needed five pounds to power an average sized house for a month, and even smaller amounts to power Scrolls and battery's for the same amount of time. Cars usually needed more pounds of dust, but that was accessible at refill stations, and people rarely ever kept car fuel dust at home.

Ruby had been needing more dust for a while now. Her Scroll battery had died about four days ago, and she had yet to refill it. On another note, the store was also always stocked with the latest Truth magazines.

"Hi!" Ruby shouted to the man who ran the store. She had never learned his name, strangely enough, as he seemed to work at every store in the city. She had always intended to ask, but somehow forgot to do so when she came into the stores he worked at.

"Hello, Ruby!" He said back, pleasantly. "Here to pick up more Dust?"

"My Scroll ran out four days ago" She said with a laugh. Putting her shopping bags down near the magazine section where she could keep an eye on them, Ruby took the battery out of her Scroll, and inserted it into the refill machine. After feeding the machine a few lin (Dust was one of the most common found elements, more common as coal. Therefore, Dust was relatively inexpensive), her Scroll battery started to fill up and charge. After her battery was filled with the dust, she put it back inside, and turned on her Scroll. For the first time in four days, it lit up back to life.

"Yes!" She cheered. She then grabbed a pair of new headphones from her shopping bag, plugged them into her Scroll, and started blasting music into her ears.

"They see you as small and helpless, they see you as just a child. Surprise when they find out that a warrior will soon run wild!" Ruby sang along to her music. She grabbed the most recent addition of Truth magazines, and started reading. On the cover was the usual creepy faceless white thing, surrounded by fuzzy black stuff, and on the back was, as usual, an add for the Snee Dust Company. Ruby didn't mind, however. It wasn't like she read the magazine for the cover.

Ruby took a look at the latest article, a story about Pyrrha Nikos solving some case that everyone thought was impossible to figure out, and as usual, it had a picture of her investigation team, and they all looked as fabulous as ever.

Man, Pyrrha is so awesome! Ruby thought as she read the article, Yang is so lucky to be working with her! I can't wait until I become one of them! I never usually say this, but I wish Summer would go by sooner! Ruby continued to read, looking at the quote directly from Pyrrha, as she thanked her team. "I couldn't be more thankful for the team I work with. I really don't deserve to be around such wonderful people. Yang Xiao Long, Nora Valkyrie, and Li Ren are the best people I've ever met, and I wouldn't give them up for anything. And of course, I'd like to thank my husband, Jaune Arc, for his patience, and his love. He has given me plenty of emotional support during this case. There is no one I'd rather spend the rest of my life with than him." Next to the quote was a small picture of Pyrrha with her husband. Their such a cute couple... Ruby thought.

A hand rest on her shoulder, whipping her around. Ruby stood, looking eye to eye with... some guy in a black and red tux, a bowler hat, and sunglasses.

"Huh?" She said as the guy whipped her around. The man looked annoyed. He then pointed to his ears, saying something that, if Ruby had read his lips correctly, might have been headphones. She took them off her ears and rest them on her shoulders, slightly disappointed that the song hadn't ended yet.

"I told you to put your hands in the air!" They guy snapped, aiming a gun at her face. Ruby barley even flinched.

"Uh, are you robbing me?" She asked curiously. She wondered if this was the only guy in the store, or if there where others. That Torchwick guy that was, according to Truth, still on the loose could've been there. She silently prayed he was. If she could beat a wanted criminal up and drag him to the police station, she would earn good points with Pyrrha before she even joined the team.

"YES!" The man in front of her suddenly shouted, shaking Ruby from her train of thought, and reminding her of her previous question.

"Ah" Ruby said. Then, with a sudden movement of her legs, she kicked the gun out of his hands, caught it, and shot a bullet only centimeters away from his feet before the man could even register what happened.

"Hands in the air! On the ground! Now!" Ruby demanded, to which the man obeyed. Her shouting attracted more of the robbers.

"Go see what that is" She heard some guy groan from the back. More robbers, wearing the same outfit that the one she had hostage, ran to the back, all drawing their guns out and aiming them at Ruby. Most people would be terrified in a situation like this, but not her. She had a gun, and Ruby never missed.

"So," She said, pointing the gun at them, "how many of you are there?"

One of them shot at her in response. Ruby jumped to the side to dodge the bullet, and then shot back. The bullet hit the mans gun exactly, shooting it out of his hands. With quick movements, Ruby did the same for the rest of the men. They then tried to jump on her, but, along with her excellent aim, Ruby also had incredible speed, and managed to beat them up before they could land a punch on her.

"Too slow!" She cheered in satisfaction when the men where left as a pile of unconscious bodies on the floor. Ruby ran to the front of the shop to see the head robber putting away containers of dust into a brief case. Much to Ruby's luck, it was Roman Torchwick.

"Roman Torchwick!" She shrieked in excitement. "You're the most wanted criminal of the year! And I now have a chance to kick you're butt!"

Torchwick looked at the weird girl in front of him in confusion and annoyance. "Yeah, and, who are you?"

"Ruby Rose, but you can call me 'the girl who's gonna take you down'" Ruby declared, pointing the gun at him.

Torchwick looked extremely unamused. "Kid, isn't it past you're bedtime?"

"I'm twenty-two!" Ruby snapped.

"Sheesh, your small."

"So what! I can still kick your butt! Easily!"

"Kid, you're out of your league." Torchwick then took his own gun out. The two shot at each other at the exact same time, their bullets colliding, and impacting together in mid-air, leaving a small poof of smoke.

"Well, you've got good aim" Torchwick muttered.

"Told you I'd take you down" Ruby said, satisfied.

"Ha! Wanna bet!?" Torchwick laughed. He shot bullets at Ruby, all which she managed to dodge. There where a few close calls, but for the most part, she was safe. She also shot her own bullets at Torchwick. He wasn't as agile or fast as her, but there was one thing he had on her; Ruby wasn't aiming for his body, only the floor next to his feet, possibly to corner him against a wall, or to make him loose balance. In other words, her fighting style was more than predictable.

"Kid, if you wanna get me, you're gonna have to do more than shoot the floor!" Torchwick told her.

"I fight how I fight!" Ruby shouted back in response, about to shoot another bullet, only to realize her gun was empty. That was another thing Torchwick had on her; while she only had the one gun, his white coat was filled with spare guns.

"Looks like you're stuck" He laughed, grabbing the suit case, making a final shot at Ruby, and making a bolt for outside.

Ruby panicked. She couldn't let him get away. If he got away, other Dust shops would fall victim to his raids, and who knows what he was doing with that much Dust. For all she knew, he was going to make a nuclear bomb out of it. She quickly grabbed a gun from a mans coat, and ran out to nab Torchwick. She saw him running towards a back alleyway. Without thinking about where she was aiming, she shot a bullet, hoping it would at least distract him from his destination. It definitely distracted him.

The bullet hit his leg.

"Ow! Damn it!" He shouted. Ruby ran up to him.

"Sorry about the leg!" She told him. "I wasn't thinking about where I was aiming."

"You are a brat, you know!" He snapped, holding the leg wound. "But tougher than I thought"

Torchwick reached into his pocket, grabbed his scroll out, and clicked the center button. It started blinking, while the scroll it's self vibrated, like it was set up to make a phone call. A white car pulled up only a few yards from where they where standing. The windows where tinted so that Ruby couldn't see the driver. The window rolled down, and Ruby could see what might have been a woman, with ash colored hair, and bangs that kept her face from becoming visibility. Without turning her head, the woman pointed a gun out the window. She shot it forwards. Ruby quickly jumped away from the bullet, and Torchwick used the current distraction to get up and limp away from Ruby.

He opened the car door, and climbed into the front seat, covering Ruby's view of the woman. "It's been fun kid, but I gotta run! Thanks for the souvenir!" He shouted, gesturing to his leg.

He shut the car door, and it promptly drove off.

"Did you have to monologue?" Said an unamused voice of another young woman in the back of the car.

"Miss Sustrai, do you have to question my methods?" Torchwick replied to her.

"Do you think that girl might pose a problem?" Asked the voice of a man, also coming from the back of the car.

"Please" Said the voice of the driver. At hearing her, a deadly silence sat in the car. "Not even Mrs. Nikos is on to us. We'll be fine, for the time being. She knows what she's doing"

Weiss Schnee

It was traditional for the eldest male of every generation in the Schnee family to learn how to fence. However, Whitley Schnee, the only male, and youngest of the three Schnee siblings, couldn't fence to save his life, which left his parents disappointed in him. Recognizing this disappointment, the eldest of the Schnee children, Winter, took it upon herself to become the family fencer. Eventually, Weiss fell in love with the sport as well, and took it up in attempts to follow the footsteps of her sister. The words of Winter would ring in her head anytime she picked up a sword;

"Will you spend you're entire life waiting for applause?"

When Weiss was a child, that's what she used to be like. People would praise and award her. She thought it was because they liked her, until Winter, who was old enough to understand what was really going on, told Weiss the actual reason that people would give her praise; Because she was a Schnee. People only praised her because they had to, or they wanted favor with one of the riches family's in the world. This was why Weiss had to be something different then the little Schnee girl everyone was supposed to like but secretly didn't. From a small age, in order to achieve this, Weiss had to know what she wanted.

She wanted to become heiress to the Schnee dust company. The company had a reputation for shady business dealings, harsh manual labor, and a biased opinion for pretty much everyone that wasn't them. Weiss wanted to change that. Currently, she held the tittle for family heir (her sister had lost the title when she decided to become a politician instead of a Schnee manager, but Winter had a lot going for herself, so she didn't regret dropping the tittle), but Weiss knew that she was soon to loose it to the likes of her stuck-up, butt-kissing, little brother, Whitely Schnee.

Much like Winter, Weiss was a rebel. She didn't agree with the way her father ran things, and while she was more obedient to him than Winter was (she would have to be obedient if she where to win favors with her father, otherwise she might not inherit the dust company), she still resisted his rains. Whitley, however, was the biggest syncopate when it came to his dad. He would do whatever he was told, march to his fathers beat, and never fall out of line. If she had to be honest, he was more likely to become the family heir than she was.

So she used anything she could use to gain favors with him. Singing in front of a large crowd, piano concerts, dropping other activities that he didn't like her partaking in; the only thing she wouldn't stop doing no matter what was fencing. Because until she took the company over, all she could do was wait for applause, and fencing was the only thing in her pocket that helped her earn it.

Her final fencing tournament was only in a few weeks, so she had to prepare her hardest.

Most people would think that her high healed boots, white summer dress and short white blazer would be an inconvenience for someone to fight in. Weiss however, felt more comfortable fencing in these clothes, rather than the bulky white suits and visibility limited mask. And the more comfortable she felt, the better.

She was currently practicing in her room, the fresh beat of music behind her. Her white hair was tied back in a sleek pony tail, that was positioned slightly at the left of her head. She did this on purpose, to look sophisticated, but still annoy her father while she was at it. She parried and practiced fighting an invisible partner, carful not to let her foil touch her bedroom furniture. A knock was heard from the other side of the door. "Come in" She said, thinking it was her butler Klein, a good friend of her's who gave her regular cups of coffee.

Instead, however, it was her brother, whom she hated. "What do you want?" She groaned as soon as he entered.

"What? I can't just have a small chat with my sister?" He asked. Weiss sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. He always did this.

"You don't 'chat', Whitley. Now tell me what you're doing here."

"Father want's to speak with you. It's about you singing in the Atlas Fair"

Great. Thought Weiss. She said she would perform for her father, but she hated doing it. Her performances where basically an add campaign, trying to convince the rest of the world that the Schnee dust company weren't just a bunch of Kingpins stealing money from their workers (which they where), and the thought of having to go on state and display this untrue message made Weiss want to puke.

She marched past Whitley, telling him to, "stay away from my room". She walked down the halls of her house (which was a bit to large in her opinion) to her fathers office. Her fathers office was the cleanest room in the house, too clean, if one had asked her. Not a smell of dust or mothballs stayed in the room. The furniture all had an unnatural shine, and the room was cold enough not to ruin the furniture with heat. The desk had some trinkets on it, so it would look sophisticated but not crowded. Weiss was a neat freak herself, all Schnee's where, but this was just excessive.

"Sit" Her father told her, gesturing to the over clean couches. He walked up to the couch opposite her, and sat down. "Have you decided on a song yet?" He asked.

Weiss sucked in a breath. She was sitting with her back to the window, and the dark room made her father look even more intimidating. She hadn't picked out a song yet. She had totally forgotten. She opened her mouth to answer, when suddenly a bullet flew through the glass window and hit the vase on the center of the table.

Shards of glass from the vase flew everywhere, a shard hitting her eyebrow and scratching down her cheek. More bullets flew through the room. Weiss quickly dropped behind the couch. The bullets continued to flail the room, and Weiss felt blood coming from somewhere. She looked to her father to see his chest pierced with bullets.

Weiss hated her father for all he was worth. She hated how he ran the business, yelled at her mother, would hit her and Winter when they weren't being 'good enough', and she hated pretty much everything else about him. But, as much as she hated him, she didn't hate him enough to want him dead. Besides, after years of Whitely slowly taking away her rights to the Schnee inheritance with his sucking up and excessive obedience, she would have to do one final act to prove that she was the loyal, favorable child, not him.

Her father getting shot was an assassination attempt. And she had to find out who did it.

Blake Belladonna

Blake had known Adam Torres for a long time. The two where childhood friends. There wasn't a first meeting or anything; from as far back as she could remember, it seemed Adam was just always there. He was a year older than her, and at least a foot taller, and very protective of her. Why wouldn't he be? She was his best friend, and he was hers.

Was.

The Adam that Blake currently knew with wasn't the Adam she grew up with. The Adam she grew up with was caring, protective, and wasn't afraid to stand up for what was right. This Adam however, was violent, angry, vindictive, possessive, and borderline abusive. He wasn't the boy she knew to be her best friend, or the man the two of them thought he would grow into when they made plans for adulthood as kids. The only word she had to describe him now was monster. And yet, she was still with him.

Maybe it was because she didn't know how to get away. Maybe it was because the White Fang was practically her childhood home, even though it turned to hell long ago. Or, perhaps it was because she still had hope that her old friend would go back to the person he was, that maybe he would stop being a monster. She still had hope that she could save him, stupid as it was.

Blake was a Fanus. It shouldn't be abnormal. To her, Fanusism was just another religion, and shouldn't be viewed any differently by others than that of Judaism or Christianity or Atheism (Though Atheism technically wasn't a religion). And for a while, it wasn't. But that was before the Great War of Remnant.

Fanus was a religion that valued nature, life, and peace. They where a pacifist religion, and they didn't like to fight. However, when the world broke out in war, the Fanus who fought where excommunicated from Cathedral, and the ones who didn't made people angry. The hard-core Fanus wouldn't show up for military drafts, and those who did (mostly just to avoid being thrown in jail) would run from the battlefield soon after. They refused to kill, and a lot of people didn't like that.

That's when the cruddy continent known as Menagerie was first settled. Nobody lived on it because it was practically inhabitable, so most Fanus took the small continent as an opportunity to settle in somewhere and get away from the war, at least until it ended. This stacked the cards against them even more, because not only did they refuse to fight, they also made themselves foreigners, a double negative.

When the war ended, discrimination was the first problem the Fanus where faced with. Most of the four kingdoms wouldn't let the Managuans move back home, and those who did manage to get back into their home country where faced with discrimination and hate. Nobody wanted them, nobody cared about them, and nobody did anything to make it better. Something that shouldn't have been a problem in the first place somehow ended up becoming the Fanus's problem to fix.

That was when the White Fang was founded. Many Fanus had joined, Blake and Adam included. They stood together at the front of every rally, worked for their equality together, but it wasn't enough. That was around the time Adam started to turn.

He was around ten when things started going downhill. A policeman was harassing some of the younger protesters, and Adam didn't like it. Blake had watched as he beat the policeman to death. He threw one punch, and then couldn't stop, not until the man was dead. Blake had remembered how he hugged her, and cried along with her, terrified of his own actions. He promised her that he would never do it again.

He lied.

The older he got, the more people he started to kill. At first it was on accident; he would kill someone trying to defend himself, or his friends, but it ended up turning into something he did out of anger. Blake didn't like it. She wanted him to stop. And each time he promised he would stop. Each time he broke that promis. Then eventually, he somehow ended up gaining a large chunk of power for the White Fang. The organization quickly took a turn from a rights protest campaign to a full-blown terrorist organization. Things got violent. People died. Blake hated the place, and what it had become, and she wanted to leave. But she couldn't find it in her to do so, because she, for whatever reason, still had hope that it would get better.

Currently, she sat up in a red flowered tree, leaning her head against the trunk. Her black travel jacket, which she kept zipped up to below her chest, was covered in bark chip, along with her white jean shorts. She wore a white and black baseball shirt, and a black scarf. The combination of the two clothing items covered up the traditional Fanus tattoo that rest on the left side of her chest, right over her heart. Each Fanus child got the tattoo when they where young. It was a tattoo of a certain animal that they are associated with. Blake's tattoo was a pitch black cat. Not surprising, considering her pitch black beach waved hair, which she kept out of her face with a black, headband-like, perfectly folded bow.

"Blake!" Came a call. It was a voice she new. Probably Ilia. Blake began to climb down from the tree. If it was Adams voice, she would've stayed where she was, as she had been avoiding him for the past hour. But Ilia was ok. She could talk to Ilia. Her black healed boots stepped down on the tree branches, bark and wood chips covering the knee-high dark purple socks she wore beneath them. She finally stepped out of the tree, her sharp yellow eyes facing Ilia's light blue ones. The freckled girl smiled at her.

"You really are a cat, aren't you?" She teased.

"And you're a chameleon in every way" Blake countered.

"I'm a chameleon, huh?" Ilia laughed.

"You can blend in with pretty much every surrounding, plus you eat flies" Blake explained to the girl.

"Chocolate covered flies, which, by the way, are good" Ilia said. "But I guess they did get my tattoo right. They always do. I wish the Cathedrals in Vale where as good as the one's in Menagerie."

"I wouldn't know" Blake said sadly. "I haven't been to Cathedral in a long time"

"It's ok. I haven't either. Not since the White Fang took that turn"

"Are you alright with what we've done?" Blake asked her friend.

"To be honest, it makes my stomach turn." Ilia said, with a nervous laugh, "But we've gone too far. No use going back now. Besides, we've made progress. Fanus are getting better treatment"

"But not for the reasons we wanted" Blake said plainly. "Plus, we've strayed so far from what Fanus are supposed to be. It's the reason we didn't fight in the Great War; we don't kill, we don't harm, we don't fight. Look at the White Fang now"

The two stood in the middle of the Forest, the heavy sound of wind swirling around them.

"Adam want's to talk to you" Ilia said.

Blake sighed. "So much for avoiding him."

"You've been avoiding him a lot lately. Not exactly behavior exhibited from childhood friends" Ilia told her.

"He's not the same person anymore. He's changed. Or maybe I've changed"

"No, he's the one who changed. Definitely. Even I've seen it" Ilia assured her. "I've changed too. But not you. You're still the good person you wanted to be. I'm not proud of who I am. And neither is Adam."

"Do you think you can change? Go back to who you where?" Blake asked.

"No. Not me. I've been doing this for to long. Anyways, I better not keep you here. Adams meeting with 'someone important' apparently"

Blake didn't know who she was expecting, but she was not expecting the person she saw. "Their not a Fanus" Blake growled as soon as she stepped into the tent.

Adam sighed. "Miss Fall, this is my partner, Blake Belladonna"

Blake knew this woman. Cinder Fall was the commissioner of the Vale Police, and the other woman next to her was Emerald Sustrai, Fall's personal secretary. There was also a man with them, but Blake didn't know who he was. But she did know for sure that Fall and Sustrai were not Fanus.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Belladonna" Fall said in her sickening voice of poisoned honey. "Adam and I were discussing our deal"

"Adam, what is this?" Blake asked. "If I know anything about you, it's that you don't side with Others" Others was the term the White Fang used to describe people who weren't Fanus.

"Blake, Miss Fall has offered the White Fang a chance to take down the dictatorial government responsible for our persecution, once and for all." Adam explained.

"She's Vale's police commissioner. Why is she trying to overthrow the government?" Blake asked skeptically.

"You'll know what you need to know when you need to know it." Fall told her. "I'm just offering you a chance to finally have the equality you dreamed about."

"I'm guessing you're on board with this" She said to Adam. How could her old friend have fallen so far? "Whatever you plan on doing, I don't think it can be pulled off without casualties"

"That's why we came to you" Fall said. "Because the White Fang isn't afraid to kill. An honorable quality if I do say so myself"

Honorable. Blake gave everyone the harshest glare she could muster, and walked out of the tent.

She didn't quite know where she was walking to, but she somehow ended up getting there. The rock in the center of the forest.

Blake sat on the rock, hugging her knee's to her chest. She was sixteen. She shouldn't be doing this. She should be in school, getting an education, and getting a life. Instead, she was here, getting involved in terrorism. This wasn't the initial plan, or the direction the White Fang was supposed to go in. How could things get that bad?

"Blake!" Adam called out to her.

"Leave me alone!" She shouted back. She felt him standing behind her, but didn't bother to look at him.

"Blake, Fall has a plan that will give us the life we wanted. The life we dreamed of having since we were kids"

"The life we dreamed of wasn't this. It wasn't murder, or fighting. We dreamed of peace. We dreamed of being able to befriend Other kids without their parents turning us away. We dreamed of a world where everyone was equal. We don't have to wipe every Other off the planet to achieve this!"

"I'm not going to 'wipe every Other off the planet', Blake." Adam defended. "I'm just doing things differently"

"Remember when you beat up that policeman, that one time?" Blake asked. She didn't need an answer, she knew he remembered. "You promised me you wouldn't kill again"

"Not all promises are meant to be kept" He told her.

"Yes, they are!" Blake snapped. "Call me childish, but you don't break vows! If we Fanus loose everything we value in this fight, then we're no better than the Other's who persecute us"

Adam was silent for a while. He eventually climbed onto the rock with her. "Scoot over" he told her playfully. Blake didn't like these moments. The moments where Adam would show hints of his old self. These moments where the source if her stupidity, the reason she still hoped he would get better.

"This is my rock. Find you're own" She mumbled back bitterly.

"Fine, hog the rock. I'm still sitting here" He told her. "I already told Fall I'd ally with her. I just wanted to see if you'd be ok with it."

"Did you really think I would be?" Blake asked.

"No. I just hoped." He let out a sigh. "I don't like working with her either, Blake"

"But if she was Fanus, you'd be ecstatic to work with her" Blake said.

"Yeah" Adam sighed. It was true. "I don't regret the things I did, Blake. I feel guilty, sure, but if this get's us equality, then I will gladly do it over and over again."

Blake was silent for a long time. She heard Adams breathing. She leaned back on him, tipping her head back into his shoulder. After all this time, she still found comfort in him, even though he was the source of most of her problems.

"Do you think killing is honorable?" Blake asked.

"If it's for the right reasons, than yes" Adam responded.

Blake swallowed, trying to keep tears from coming to her eyes.

"I hate this" She told him.

"I know, but once we achieve our freedom, everything will get better. I promis" Adam assured her.

The problem was, Blake knew full well that Adam never kept his promises.

Yang Xiao Long

Before Yang Xiao Long had joined Team Nikos, she was a Bail-Bonds-Person. She had to say, she liked the job, but she liked working with others more. She was the best at what she did; nobody could have been better. As Yang had a reputation as one of the greatest Bail-Bonds-People to hit the streets, Pyrrha often sent her off on solo missions when the cases didn't take anything more than man-power.

Pyrrha Nikos was the team leader, Li Ren was the strategist, Nora Valkyrie was the conspirator (Nora's crazy idea's helped figure out crime patterns more often than not), and Yang was the heavy lifter. The rest of the team would figure out the crimes, and Yang would go catch the criminal. That wasn't to say she didn't help with the strategies; it was often Yang who figured out how to trap the criminal, but Yangs specialties where the parts of her job that involved fighting.

Everyone who knew Yang agreed she was a wild card. She had tussled and voluminous golden-yellow hair, and purple eyes. She often wore a brown leather jacket on the top of a yellow cami. The jacket was short, and showed her mid-drift, and she topped the look with black mini-shorts and brown boots, with yellow boot socks, and black bikers gloves. She rolled the sleeves of the jacket up above her elbows to keep them from bothering her, and would sometimes wear an orange scarf. However, she usually left that accessory to the wayside. An accessory she liked to keep on her, however, where gold aviator sunglasses.

Yang owned an orange and yellow motorcycle. It was a lovely vehicle, which never failed her once. She took the drive to her current destination; an old club in the shady part of town.

"Jr's Bar and Night Club" Yang read, eyeing the sign at the top of the bar. Lovely name. She thought sarcastically.

Upon entering the bar, the strong smell of alcohol reached Yangs nose. She strutted through the dance club, ignoring most of the people as she went. Most were criminals recently out of jail, some where criminals who should be in jail. Maybe when she busted this joint, she could turn them in later. Anything to get Team Nikos on the mark.

Yang sat down at the bar. "Are you the one they call Jr.?" She asked the bar attender.

"Yeah, I'm the one they call Jr." He replied. "What about it?"

Yang put some lein down onto the counter. "Fresh margarita, raspberry flavored. Top it with a cherry, and a lemon. Think you can do that?" Yang asked.

Rule 1 of bounty hunting: Don't let them suspect you.

Jr. gave Yang her margarita. "So, your Yang Xiao Long, member of team Nikos." He said. "Why's a detective at a place like this?"

"Why's a grown man calling himself Jr.?" Yang countered.

Rule 2 of bounty hunting: Dodge undesirable questions.

"Fare enough" Jr. said, getting back to his work. Yang slowly sipped her margarita, enough to enjoy the drink, but not enough to fuzz her mind with the alcohol.

Rule 3 of bounty hunting: Stay on the top of your game.

Eventually, Jr. came back to Yang to ask, like all good bar men ask, if Yang liked the drink.

"It's good." She told him. The drink wasn't really bad. "But I do have a question. Rumor has it, you know everything that goes on. Everything about everything."

"Yeah,"

Yang pulled up a picture of a woman on her Scroll, and shoved it in front of the mans face. "Do you know the location of this missing woman?"

Rule 4 of bounty hunting: ease them in, then take them by surprise.

"N-no, I don't know where she is" He said with the slightest amount of hesitation.

"You hesitated" Yang pointed out. "Which means your lying. I don't like being lied to"

Jr. backed away from the bar, looking pale. "GET HER!" He suddenly shouted.

Rule 5 of bounty hunting: They shoot first, you shoot them back.

Yang jumped out of her seat to dodge the bullets. She then grabbed the chair she was sitting on and threw them at the gunmen on the left. Jumping over the bar counter, she gave Jr. a kick in the face as soon as her foot was near it, and then took to throwing alcohol bottles at unsuspecting fighters. With most of the gunmen knocked out, it only left a few man-power fighters.

Yang never used her guns. There was no point in them, to her opinion, as she had been well enough fighting people. She could aim well, sure, but she preferred the satisfaction of being able to punch the criminal in the face to just simply shooting him. Soon enough, Yang had all the gunmen, and guards knocked out cold. Most of the other guest had either fled, or watched the fight from an entertaining distance. A few criminals even joined in on the fight, and Yang beat them all easily. The the DJ (some guy in a teddy bear costume, playing Yangs favorite song, "I Burn", through the radio) decided to join the fight. Lucky for Yang, he didn't turn the music off. He was, however, a better fighter than she thought he would be.

Yang punched and kicked, landing one blow to the head and another to his stomach. He grabbed one wrist with his big teddy bear hands, and twisted it behind her back. Yang quickly untwisted herself, and landed a kick down on his arm, forcing him to let her wrist go. She than ran up, threw a fist up, and knocked the mast right of his head. Soon after, she punched him in the face. Twice. When she went for the third punch, he blocked her, pushed her hand back, and kicked her in the stomach. Yang stumbled a bit, but quickly got over it, running up and punching him up the chin, knocking him out. That's when two twin girls, one in red and one in white, she had seen flirting with Jr. at the bar (despite being noticeably younger than him) decided it was about time they joined the fight.

"She just tore up our dance club" One of them accused.

"We should teach her a lesson" The next one suggested.

One twin (the twin in red) flung her sister (the twin in white) at Yang. The girl landed on Yang, pushing her to the floor. Yang rolled over, shoving the girl to her back, and pinning her down, but then the second girl jumped on Yang, pushing her face into the floor. Yang tried to push herself up, but the red girl grabbed her one of her arms and pulled it back, while the white girl sat on Yangs legs.

"Learned your lesson yet?" The red girl asked.

"Nope, but I got a lesson for you" Yang answered, grabbing the red girl by the her dress collar, and flipping the girl over and off Yangs back. "Never let my arms anywhere near your body!" Yang stated.

Yang promptly fell backwards, using her wait to crush the girl in white, than, with a single hand stand, she pulled her legs out from under the girl. Both girls recovered from Yang's attacks and charged at her at once. Yang waited for them to come at her, then, at the perfect moment, grabbed them by their ears and bashed their heads together, knocking them out. Now that all the criminals in the bar stupid enough to fight her where out for the count, Yang had one more objective; Jr. Himself.

She ran off into the next room, where she saw Jr. hiding out in. She promptly ran up and pounded a fist into his stomach. He quietly recovered, and shot his fist to her head. Yang felt something rip from it as she pushed Jr. off of her. She looked to his hand to see a few gold strands of her hair.

Rule 6 of bounty hunting: If they touch your hair, make them wish they were never born!

Yang felt her rage consume her. "You MONSTER!" She shouted at him.

She suddenly rapidly started punching the poor man, not giving him a single chance to punch back. No holding back anymore. He ripped out strands of her hair, and she would kill him for it. She shoved the man into a closet door, busing the door itself off it's hinges. Inside it was the woman Yang was looking for, bound and gagged, and right where Yang least expected her to be.

"Oh, there you are" Yang said to the woman.

Later on, most of the people in Jr.'s bar where arrested, including Jr himself. However, Yang and him made an agreement; she'd pay a quarter of his bail money, and he would owe her a favor, and a large one.

Rule 7 of bounty hunting: gain ally's in any form possible.

The now-found woman would be taken in for questioning by the police, and then be sent back to her family. Team Nikos would get payed, and they would get more publicity, a better reputation, and more clients. A win-win.

Yangs little sister ran up to her, congratulating her on what she did. "Yang! That was awesome!" Ruby cheered.

"I know, right?" Yang bragged. "And soon enough, you'll be joining Team Nikos, and doing cool stuff like this along with me!"

Final Rule of bounty hunting: always take pride in your accomplishments.

Alrighty, that's the end of the first chapter of Guns and Roses. I'll try to update every other Wednesday, but no promises, as I usually find I don't write as well under time constraints. Anywho, be on the lookout for the next chapter, because it should come out soon. I'm planing on this story being at least 14 chapters, but we'll see what's happening.

Read and review please! I don't mind constructive criticism, but no hate please. I hope the people are in character, and that I got things right. Things will be different in this story than the actual RWBY story (but I think that's obvious), so the characters are going to act different with their situations. But whatever, lets just see how it goes!

~MotherUniverse signing out!