Hey guys! Good news, I am not dead! I took a long hiatus from writing for a while, but now I'm back and hopefully for good. I have regained my writing spark and this is the result. I may write other stories along with this, but for now, I hope you enjoy! Also, I haven't 100% decided on this; but I may do a narration for it on my new productions channel, Fore-Party Productions. Link will be in my description thingy thing, and I hope you check it out and enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Faunus Girl
Her name would strike fear in everyone's hearts. A name that belonged to a faunus, however, was rarely threatening, but she didn't care. Her only goal today was to put her Signal skills to the test. She felt her weapon, a name that hardly fit a weapon belonging to such a little girl. Especially a black squirrel faunus girl. The weapon, Sombres Angemort, was a fascinating weapon, even more so to Ruby Rose and her Crescent Rose. Sombres Angemort had many forms. The first of which was a simple travel position, that could also be used as a powerful rifle, which is her primary gun. Her weapon's blade was very segmented, so much so it could be turned to a beautifully shaped scythe, which was her favorite position. Finally, it had the ability to be turned into a long sword, about a whole two and a half feet above the short girl. The blade was sharpened on each side.
She pushed her long, untamed hair behind her. She thought she had gotten it all in the ponytail that held her still unruly hair. The purple hair almost looked like a patch of violet wildflowers that stretched down to her knees, that if it wash in a ponytail, it would be to her ankles. She lowered her small hands and brushed her deep purple battle shirt that was held securely by a black belt. The skirt itself was a little tattered, but that wasn't very important to her, and it was partly on purpose. It matched her long boots that in the back. It ended about an inch and a half under her knee, but the rest of the boot flared up to her skirt and looked similar to a whip. Her top was a darker shade of purple tank top that fell down her whole back, but in the front it opened in between her belly button and the bottom of her breasts. The top itself was low-cut, but she had a scarf that completely covered her breasts and on the end of her scarf was her symbol, something that she treasured greatly. It was a stylized squirrel's tail that was a brilliant violet. She had designed it herself with the help of a teacher at Signal. The scarf was a vibrant purple that still allowed her symbol to be seen. Tightly strapped to her black belt, was a dull purple pouch that held all her normal ammunition in the first of the two larger pockets, and in the other larger one had all her dust infused ammunition. Finally there was a smaller pocket that held small trinkets.
A man walked right into her left shoulder, producing a low growl of a voice.
"Move it or lose it, kid." He growled and walked in. The girl frowned at him and felt her tail twitch uncontrollably, a thing that she did when she was nervous, and she hated it. It would show her weapon, which was carefully positioned to hide behind her tail. She was hardly able to get it to stop before walking into the bar. The music was deafening, and the lights were dim, but that wouldn't bother a faunus with their night vision allowing them to see near perfectly in the dark and dim lighting. This faunus girl scanned the dance floor, looking for the one person she wanted to teach a lesson. The man who took the things she prized most - her dear family. He took their lives in front of her and left a bad scar across her face. It went from the middle of her chin, over the right side of the lip, over the middle of her right eye and finally up to her hairline. Without this unsightly scar, she would have been considered one of the most beautiful ladies in her class, but the scar was a blemish that reminded everybody that she was a warrior. She was a warrior that soon would run wild upon anyone who got in her way.
She carefully thought of the laws of Vale. Fights and spars were legal, but the person who initiated the fight would be in trouble. It was self-defense for the attacked. However, if the attacker was killed or crippled, it could be pinned on the attacked. So the girl knew she had to be very careful with her plan. She needed to subtly prompt him to attack, and he had to attack first. This girl knew all too well that she could bruise and beat him up a bit and he and his good-for-nothing family would leave her alone for a while. Hopefully she could at least finish the first semester at Beacon before the Embrassa Family would attack her again. She walked over to the bar and took a spot at the end of the bar so she could be able to see most of the bar. She quickly scanned the faces of the people in the bar when the bartender finally came to her. He looked a little concerned for this little girl, but she couldn't care less.
"I'd like a cola, no ice." She said just loud enough for the bartender to hear. He nodded and turned away to go get the drink she wanted. Another man walked up to the girl. He wore some faded jeans and a fiery red trench coat and under that was a bright orange shirt. His boots were brown and weirdly new as compared to the rest of his outfit. His hair was a wild orange that seemed as if he never bothered with taming it today. This man grabbed the girl's shoulder. His sheer height dwarfed her. The girl turned to him.
"Nice of you to say hi to me." The girl said, not really wanting to look at his face quite yet.
"Noirti Violetta. Little faunus girl searching for revenge. Doesn't your aunt teach you to not go looking for trouble?" The man said. The girl, Noirti, snorted in amusement.
"I'm not looking for trouble, just delivering a message." Noirti said with an annoyed tone. The man rolled his eyes and Noirti stood and glared at him.
"If it's a message I don't like, then I won't be afraid to kill you." He said in a joking tone, but Noirti knew all too much that he wasn't joking. This was Fyren Embrassa, her mortal enemy.
"Fyren Embrassa, I am warning you now. Leave me and my family alone." She demanded, quickly scanning through her brain for anything she may have missed. She had almost forgotten the most important thing. "You and your family." She hissed. Fyren stepped back, laughing a bit.
"You really think that I will listen to a little girl?" He chuckled. Noirti shot an angry glare at him.
"I'm not kidding. Leave. Us. Alone." She ordered, making herself as fierce as possible. Unlike when she was in front of the bar, her tail was still. Noirti held her ground, she was not afraid of him, she could fight him with ease. Even if others joined, it would be no big deal. Fyren walked around Noirti, to her back. Noirti didn't bother to look, but she got ready to spring into action. Suddenly, Fyren pulled Noirti's tail and swung her over the bar. Her aura protected her as she crashed into bottles and nearly into the bartender. She was a little disoriented, but she pushed up and regained her balance and looked to the bartender.
"Sorry sir, but I've got some business to take care of." She said and brushed away the glass on her outfit. She turned to Fyren and pulled out her weapon, swinging it with its already made momentum from it opening. She held it open to her scythe form and reloaded it.
"I've already proved time and time again you and your family are no match for me." She said, preparing her attack. Fyren already made his first move, and her tail was already sore from being yanked on. Fyren just smiled a cruel smile, something that his family were experts at. He has two brothers and two sisters, all of which are expert fighters and all had unique fighting styles.
Noirti quickly jumped in the air propelling her above the bar counter and straight at Fyren, carefully watching every move he made. He quickly reached into his coat and pulled out a whip, which was a custom-made dust whip. It was completely made of metal and was segmented. As he pulled out his whip, the dust chamber spun and the whip lit up bright red. Noirti quickly spun her weapon and caught the lit up whip and pulled it aside and swung her legs out to kick him. Fyren tried to pull back his whip, but was met with the full force of a small teenaged girl, along with the added velocity from her oversized weapon on his chest. He flew back into a crowd of people, but he still held tightly on his whip that the dust was now gone. Noirti gathered herself and lifted her weapon up, scanning the crowd for Fyren, which became easy as the people ran away from where Fyren crashed into. Noirti quickly jumped into the air and used the weight of her weapon to swing herself forward to him and shot once to make sure she got there. Fyren had just regained his footing when he cracked his whip to fill it with dust before he lifted it to try to catch Noirti or her weapon.
Noirti tried her best to adjust her position in the air, seeing that he was preparing to catch her with his whip. She knew that he was going to get her, or her preferred choice, her weapon. She couldn't move enough to completely move in the air, so she out stretched her legs back and pushed her weapon forward. Fyren wrapped his whip around the grip of her weapon and dust exploded onto Noirti's hand, but her aura protected her once again. Fyren yanked the whip back and swung her weapon back, and Noirti saw her precious weapon crash on the ground, but she couldn't bring herself to miss this chance for a hit. Sure it was a similar hit from her first one, but she needed to do whatever it took to get her and her family safe. She tackled Fyren down to the ground while he was distracted. He dropped his weapon too. Now it was a race to get to the weapons, and Noirti had the upper hand. She pushed herself up as Fyren was going to knock her off. Noirti sprung forward, making sure to kick his head down so that upper hand was still there. She practically flew to her weapon while Fyren only hand to roll a bit before he reached his whip. Noirti quickly picked up Sombres Angemort and turned to Fyren. He was already getting his whip full of dust. This time, it glowed yellow.
Noirti quickly dropped the ammo she had in her weapon and reloaded it with her dust infused shots. She hurriedly double checked her weapon while Fyren came running at her. She cocked her gun and prepared to shoot. She watched Fyren carefully as he came barreling at her. As he got close, Noirti jumped into the air and shot at the ground, propelling her into the air and over Fyren. She caught his neck with her scythe and dragged him to the ground. He was thrown to the ground so hard, his whip cracked and the lightning snapped into the nearby wall, leaving a large scorch mark on the wall that would be easily cleaned off. Noirti managed to flip and land on her feet and quickly turn, her tail struggling to keep up with her constant movement. Fyren started to push himself up while Noirti aimed her gun straight at Fyren and shot three times, making sure he was still moving between each fire, even if the fire was rapid. Noirti kicked him once more before she rested the blade on the ground. Fyren laid on the ground for a moment before he looked up to Noirti and chuckled.
"You're beaten, your aura is low. I can tell." Noirti growled.
"True, but you're not." Fyren chuckled. Noirti was just about to question him when she felt something blunt hit her on the back of her head. For a moment her vision went black and she couldn't remember falling to the ground, but she found herself on the ground and her weapon wasn't in her hand anymore. She had to act fast, but her head was spinning. She quickly forced herself to roll on her back and lift her hand and activate her semblance, a minute telekinetic power. Added with her weak semblance, her dizziness only allowed her to just throw the weapon of course and miss her head, but just hardly.
Noirti didn't have the chance for a breather, however, she finally got her vision cleared and looked up to the new attacker. She knew who this was, it was none other than Ashe Embrassa, one of the sisters of Fyren. Her long, silvery gray hair settled on her face just as she jerked her club-like weapon back up. Her bright red eyes seemed to pierce through Noirti's violet eyes. Noirti didn't allow Ashe to dare get another hit, her aura was low and she could feel it. She rolled over as Ashe took the chance to help Fyren up, obviously not noticing Noirti's movements. Noirti picked up her weapon and slowly stood, Ashe still not seeing her. Fyren was stood and brushing himself off. Noirti took the chance to check her new surroundings and set out a plan. Anymore hits on Fyren would harm him too much, so she needed to be careful. She noticed that the music had been shut off and the people were watching. There was someone walking to Noirti, but she waved her off, not interested in her charity. She couldn't help but laugh slightly, but not loud enough for anyone to hear. These full grown adults were getting beaten by a young girl. She made sure her weapon was in working condition before fluttering her tail and taking a few silent steps to her new target. Once she was close enough she reached the hook of her blade on Ashe's neck and threw her down to the ground, making sure to shoot a few times to eat away at her aura.
Noirti took Ashe by complete surprise, so once again she held the upper hand. She didn't have it for long, though she only had it for a short stint. Ashe was quick to her feet, but Noirti was faster to move out of her way. Ashe's club swung past Noirti's head. She gently shook her head.
"I've got to protect that better." The mumbled under her breath and let a small smile shine through. However, it was immediately changed into a scowl while Ashe swung at Noirti again. She decided to take the offensive again now that she recovered from her first hit. She lifted Sombres Angemort and blocked the blow from the club. The club bounced back, so Noirti quickly used the curvature of the blade and caught it and pulled back harshly, ripping the club from Ashe's hands and launching it back. Before Ashe could recover, Noirti aimed at the ground and slightly back and jumped, shooting to get her in the air. She caught her blade on Ashe and swung back and planted her feet on Ashe's back. She shot twice before getting thrown off of Ashe. She flipped in the air and landed on her feet just far enough from Ashe to catch her while she started sprinting to her weapon. Noirti swungSombres Angemort and caught Ashe's feet, making her trip. Noirti sprinted the short distance to Ashe and during that short time, she extended Sombres Angemort to its full length and gently putting the sharp blade on the back to her neck. Ashe laid still.
"She's dead!" One of the bar goers yelled. Noirti shook her head.
"Not dead, defeated." She corrected. She kneeled we down, still holding the long blade to Ashe's neck. "Are there any more of your wretched family?" She asked only loud enough for Ashe to hear.
"Your lucky that I'm the only other one here." She said angrily. Noirti smiled and stood, completely closing her weapon and securing it on her back behind her tail. She shook her tail out, making sure there was nothing in there. Noirti looked to the largest crowd of people.
"I apologize for the scare, I was just teaching these pests a lesson. Enjoy the rest of your evening." She said before turning to the door and leaving. Fyren quickly approached his sister, who was still getting herself up. Another bar goer hurried up to them.
"Who was she?" He asked, aiding Ashe in standing. Ashe walked slowly over to her weapon.
"The damn child of the worst family in Vale." Ashe hissed while picking up her weapon and securing it to her back.
"She said something about pests?" The man questioned. Fyren nodded, being the eldest he had the most level head, more often than not. Ashe looked like she was about to explode from anger.
"She has it stuck in her head that we're the bad guys, when in reality we just got rid of the scum of Vale." Fyren explained. He still remembers when he stripped the life of that male squirrel faunus, the father of Noirti, with his youngest sister, Coalia, and his younger brother, Pyren at his side. With Ashe and their final sibling who was a little older than Coalia but younger than Ashe, Embra, watching for passers-by. Coalia made Noirti's donkey faunus brother take his last breath. Pyren almost brutally killed Noirti's mother, who, like her younger brother, was a donkey faunus. That's when Noirti came home from Signal, her semester had finished and she was just returning home with a spring in her step. She had gone on a rampage and hurt both Pyren and Ashe. Ashe was left with a deep vendetta against Noirti but Pyren took his revenge and was fine with it. He was the reason for the deep scar on Noirti's face.
The man gently nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small golden-yellow square with a cylinder on it. It clicked open and revealed a short sword with a small revolver on it.
"Let me aid you." He offered. Fyren smiled.
"The name's Fyren Embrassa, and that fierce lady over there is my younger sister, Ashe." He explained, extending his hand to shake the hand of the man. The man closed his weapon again and slipped it into his pocket. He met his hand with Fyren's and shoot his hand. Ashe made her way to Fyren's side, showing that her height only reached to just under his shoulder blades. The man, was only slightly taller than Ashe.
"Fray Hayland." He said, with a smile that seemed that it didn't match his perfect face. Fyren smiled in return.
"The family is going to love you." Fyren said, giving him a smile that would have been an innocent one on anybody else, but on him, he looked as if he was going to hurt him in anyway possible as soon as their hands parted.
Noirti walked down the dark roads of Vale. She was proud of her successful attack on the Embrassas. She still worried deeply for her aunt, uncle, and three cousins. They were the only living relatives of her. Her dad had no siblings and his parents died a few years after she was born, and her mom only had her sister since before Noirti's parents were married. She still sought revenge for the Embrassa family taking the lives of her dear family. Her brother was about to start schooling at Signal, he looked up to her more that anyone else in the world.
"I miss you Gris." She whispered to herself, merely speaking her brother's name brought tears to her eyes, but she held back. She couldn't bear showing her emotions, they were the one thing the Embrassa family didn't take from her. She hurried back to her aunt's home. When she entered, she was as silent as she could. Her aunt stood at the door, and she held a scowl on her face, but her eyes showed a mix of worry and relief.
"Noirti, we've been worrying about you. Being a faunus in Vale at night is very dangerous." She scolded. She had learned so much from having both a late sister as a faunus and a niece. She was a human, in fact, her whole immediate family were humans, but Noirti didn't mind. She still felt in place, aside from the youngest occasionally asking her about her tail and how to get one. She was amused by him, he reminded her so much of her brother that she didn't mind answering his questions and laying the truth down for him. After all, he was born only a year after she moved in.
"I'm sorry Aunt, I was taking care of business." Noirti said, looking at the ground. Aunt walked over to Noirti. Her real name was Fammie, but she was only ever Aunt to Noirti, just like her uncle was simply Uncle, though his name was Deamum.
"Noirti." Aunt cooed, lifting her niece's head and holding a smile of compassion. "We appreciate what you do for us, but please don't go looking for trouble. Taryn is troubled by your constant fighting." Aunt explained. Taryn was the middle child, she was as old as Gris would have been if he was still alive. She hated the fighting, and she went to a normal school. The youngest, Enfawn, was still too young for Noirti to justify to explain it to him. However, the oldest who was two year older than Norti, was already attending Beacon, and was a brilliant fighter. His name was Garcen. Noirti nodded at Aunt's concerns.
"I'm really sorry, Aunt, but there is nothing I can do. If I don't continue to drive them back they'll hurt me or hurt you." Noirti explained.
"I know, Noirti. I really wish that you weren't in this mess, you wouldn't have this nasty scar on your face." Aunt said and gently touched the damaged skin. It had long stopped hurting Noirti, now it was just a feature of her face that didn't affect her fighting. It was silent for a few seconds before Noirti made full eye contact with Aunt.
"They know I'm going to Beacon tomorrow, and I don't think they'll want to come here." Noirti explained. "I riled them up enough to attract them to me."
"Don't worry about us, your uncle still has that hunter spirit in his heart." Aunt explained. Noirti nodded.
"I'm going to head to bed, I want to be ready for tomorrow." Noirti said and gave Aunt a quick hug before hurrying up the elegant stairs of the old home and entering the room she shared with Garcen. He was still awake and at his desk. He turned when the door opened. His blond hair was a mess and he looked exhausted.
"Ti! Welcome back! Did it go well?" He asked, stretching out his arms. Ti being a nickname Garcen called Noirti. He was wearing an old, faded shirt along with a pair of old sweat pants. The rest of his things were already packed and ready to go to Beacon. Noirti still had a few things laid out, but she immediately went to finish packing it into her bag.
"A little more complicated than expected, but it went well and I'm fine, my Aura protected me well, along with my semblance." She said, while carefully filling her bag until she could only just barely close it.
"Excited for Beacon?" He asked, turning back around to face his desk as Noirti picked up her night-clothes that she had set on the dresser before leaving. She set Sombres Angemort on the dresser. Garcen's weapon was less impressive, he fought with a large cane that could be broken in half to form two shotguns, and broken once more to fourths that were almost useless except for travel. They were attached by a strong rope that he had to replace once in a while.
"Of course I am, at least for the higher fighting levels, I'm not too enthralled by the people." Noirti sighed, slipping off her scarf and bag, along with taking out the hair tie and letting her long hair fall. She also took off her top and replaced it with her tank top.
"Come on Ti, ever since you moved in you've been shutting out the world. I'm surprised you talk to us." Garcensaid, trying to get his point across. Noirti finished changing into her sweatpants and taking off her shoes.
"You would too if you walked in my shoes." Noirti hissed. She quickly started to brush out her unusually long hair. Garcen turned around and looked to Noirti.
"Come on, you'll have to be able to get along with some people, teams are forever, you know." Garcen stated, his voice filled with worry. Noirti stopped brushing and pulled her hair back into a ponytail.
"I know..." She sighed after a few moments of silence.
"Ti." Garcen cooed. He quickly reached on her desk and picked up a small coin. He stood and quickly walked over to Noirti. "Give me your hand." He ordered. Noirti was confused, but she did as her cousin said anyway. Garcenput the coin in her hand. "It's a luck coin. It will bring luck to whoever holds it. I don't need it anymore." He said with a slight smile. Noirti pulled her hand back and looked at the coin. It was gold and on the front side was a picture of a beowolf and on the flip side was markings that Noirti couldn't read.
"Garce, I can't take this." Noirti insisted. She tried to push the coin back to Garcen. Garce being a nickname Noirti called Garcen. Garcen refused to take back the coin.
"Like I said, I don't need it." He insisted. Noirti, slightly annoyed, set the coin next to her bag.
"I swear, if you get hurt because of me I'm going to kill you." Noirti growled.
"Isn't that a little redundant?" Garcen asked gently punching Noirti's arm. She could help but smile at Garcen. He was one of the few people she could share emotions with.
"You know what I mean." Noirti tried to say sternly, but it came out more of a laugh. Garcen also smiled at Noirti, she was his best friend since she moved in, and Noirti felt the same way.
"I know, Ti, but don't worry about me, I can fight just as well as you, and if your Aura wasn't low I'd say let's have a spar." Garcen said. "Now with that being said, go get some rest, you look like you just outran a train." Garcen said with so much care. Noirti nodded.
"Goodnight, Garce." Noirti said and hurried off to the bottom bunk of the bed while Garcen climbed to the top. Noirti used her aura to turn off the light and gently drifted off to sleep.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Aunt and Uncle were sitting at the kitchen table with Taryn sitting across from them. She looked extremely upset about something.
"I still don't understand why you took her in." Taryn sighed, her eyes welled up with tears. "She never talks to us and if she does its only minimal."
"Taryn, she needed a family, her family was taken from her. Someday you'll understand." Aunt explained softly.
"But she's a faunus." She whined, she spat the word 'faunus' out like it was poison. Uncle snapped into attention, giving his one and only daughter an angry glare.
"Don't you dare put those people below you. They are very special and deserve the respect we give others." Uncle hissed. His anger boiled for a moment, but her took a deep breath and calmed him down. "What I meant to say; is that Noirti is your cousin, and she works hard to protect our family." Uncle explained more calmly.
"Why does she fight? It doesn't make sense, Garcen too. It's setting a bad example for Enfawn." Taryn said, looking to the table.
"She wanted to be a huntress, she never planned to have to fight people." Aunt explained. "Garcen has never fought people aside from spars."
"Now why don't you head off to bed, you've got school in the morning." Uncle said warm-heartedly. Taryn nodded and slipped off to bed. When she left the room and started to head upstairs, Uncle turned to Aunt.
"I'm worried about the girls." Uncle said.
"I wouldn't. We will continue to talk to Taryn and Noirti has Garcen." Aunt pointed out. Uncle nodded.
"But Noirti won't let anyone talk to her. She only talks to us if she has to." Uncle sighed. "Ever since your sister died, it has really made her different."
"It would have gotten to you like that too." Aunt stated.
"Why wouldn't she turn them in? Then this whole mess would be over. Hell, we should." Uncle hissed.
"We can't. Though they hurt her and her family, she hurt them too with the rush of adrenaline, so if they are turned in, they'll get Noirti too, which would be a death wish." Aunt reminded him. Uncle simply nodded before grumbling;
"I'm going to bed." And he did. He left Aunt to her own device, but she soon followed, checking in on each of her children and Noirti before crawling in bed with Uncle.