Bull By The Balls

Plotline: Blake realised that she was the last string that kept Adam from unravelling completely. Rather than leave with a single goodbye, she asks him to go with her. After all relationships are about sacrifice.

Adam/RWBY

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rooster Teeth.

Warning: Adam is still a Faunus supremacist and prone to impulsive acts of aggression

Prologue I : Cat

Goodbye.

The word was on the tip of her tongue. Blake looked at Adam and his proud smile as the flakes from the Schnee Security mecha fell around them, his smile was not the bloodthirsty grin of battle he showed to his enemies, nor the confident smile with which he returned from a mission. His smile was that of complete and utter admiration, one that felt everything was right with the world.

Why had he changed so? This question tore the Cat Faunus apart as she recalled how he was in the beginning. Strong, compassionate, loyal, just, but what she didn't realise then was the violence that lurked just beneath the skin as Adam was the first to join the fray, to protect, to fight.

Of course, her rose tinted glasses blinded Blake to his slow transformation right before her eyes. It was gradual, at first it was when the riots turned violent, the accidents started, with broken bones.

Then the accidents became self-defence, with him coming back to their apartment with Blush coated crimson.

Self-defence became necessity, with it him going on his missions often and often, alone.

Then he had no excuse no more.

Becoming colder and more brutal in his tasks, yet the Bull Faunus still had time to spare for Blake, with whatever was it that she wanted, be it helping the less fortunate of their kin or simply watch a movie together. In those moments Adam seemed like he was the same boy when they had first met. In the quiet hours of the night his nightmares became worse and worse. He trashed in the bed, gripped her so hard that in the morning he could only kneel before her and apologize, before swearing that it wouldn't repeat.

Yet it never stopped.

She trembled as she recalled the oh so casual "What about them?" Adam had thrown her way, before the mechanical monstrosity had interrupted them. All of this made her listen to what was that which made Adam to choose this path.

Was it the lack of success of her father's leadership, when all they got from humans were rocks and Molotov cocktails thrown their way when they protested? Was it Sienna, the new High Leader, who whispered in his ear as she accompanied him to missions, slowly poisoning his mind?

Or was it simply all these years of abuse under humans and the lack of the success in the path he took?

"Blake?" the question startled her "What are we waiting for, the charges won't blow themselves."

Enough. Images of children charred after bombing run on another of Schnee Dust refining plant flashed before her very eyes.

"No, Adam. I'm sorry I can't do this" she sheathed her sword and her ears drooped as she stared straight in his eyes behind the mask.

"Why?" he asked and slowly made his way towards her. Sword dangling at the hip, but the smile had disappeared entirely, setting his mouth in a thin line, yet despite all of this his posture remained relaxed as they the train carried on, unaware for the turmoil the two Faunii experienced abroad.

"I don't want to kill innocent people" Blake looked him straight in the eyes. Chin lifted up proudly, refusing to bow down.

Despite the stereotypes that Faunii had inherited the nature of their animal parts was often seen as offensive, it was truly apt that Adam saw red as with a single click Blush was drawn.

Sigh.

"INNOCENT?!" Adam snarled, showing teeth and yet Blake refused to flinch "You do realise that Schnees own this train? The very same Schnees that have no qualms of overworking innocent Faunus in their mines, enslaving them in all but words" he pointed at the crates surrounding them.

"There are no innocent Schnees, no innocent humans" he continued "Or have you forgotten what we uncovered in that orphanage in Yaga?" Blush on the hilt clicked and clacked, drawing the blade and sheathing it in a moments notice. The Cat Faunus knew before long that Adam's iron clad control over his emotions were slipping.

"How could I?!" Blake shot back in the shock. That particular mission they had undertaken in their early teens and still she had nightmares over those cells. "I will never forget the horrors we saw there, but there were Faunus among those monsters too! Don't you dare become like them!"

"I would rather die, than become like them" he said stoically, his eyes hidden behind the mask as Blake narrowed her eyes took a step back. Adam took another step forward.

"IT'S TOO LATE FOR THAT!" she shouted "Right now you are ready to kill over two hundred humans, with friends, families, just because they are working for the SDC. What makes us different from them?"

"SO. WHAT?!" if Adam was angry before that, now he saw red as he immediately rushed Blake and pinned her against the crates. The girl gasped as her back collided with the crates, her eyes widened in fear as his body imprisoned her, his heavy breathing only sound past that of the wind.

"We don't enslave humans! We don't chase them out of our stores! We don't brand them with red hot irons and mount their heads on our walls as some demented hunting trophies! We-"

"-are better than them? Don't lie to me. You truly hate them, don't you Adam?" she finally asked the question that she had wondered for all these months, without. Blake feared what the answer would be.

"Yes." He said simply, and her eyes started to water. Her heart sank as the worst she had though about her lover had come true. He had truly become the monster she had feared he would. Where had she gone wrong?

"Why are you crying Blake?" Adam asked as his hold on her slackened. Confusion dawned on his features and he took of his mask.

His crimson orange eyes bore into her soul, much like those of Grimm. But Blake didn't answer, instead he smashed her fists against his chest, far too lightly to even register on his aura like a damage.

"It was true, just like Mom said" with tears on her face, Blake pushed her face into his chest "Adam?"

"Yes, my darling?" he brushed her ears, but instead of her quiet purr and snuggling closer to him, she still cried.

"Do you remember what promise you made to me when we left Menagerie?" she sniffed, yet the Cat Faunus refused to look at him.

"Of course," Adam simply responded "To be beside you in whatever path you chose" he continued to caress her ears, trying to calm her, yet the tears never stopped.

"However, I recall that you promised something to me as well" he lifted her chin up and cleaned her tears with the edge of sleeves.

"I-" Blake began

"FREEZE!" a voice shouted, and their heads snapped to the source of the sound, finding rifles pointed at them by three security guards and another dozen more AK-130's.

Immediately Adam shoved Blake behind him and grabbed Blush. Preparing to unleash another blade of energy. Blake drew her Gambol Shroud, but her posture was not ready for fighting.

"In the name of Schnee Dust Company you are under arrest." The captain, judging by the snowflake on the lapel of his uniform, a man with white beard ordered as the robots raised their weapons "Surrender quietly and you will be treated fairly and accordingly to the laws of the Kingdoms."

This was the worst possible thing anyone could say to Adam, who had grown up In Atlas and experienced its justice.

"How" he slowly shifted into his stance

"About" his entire body tensed

"No." this was more than a dark laugh as Blush shot out of its sheath and knocked out the captain immediately, before rushing at them.

Ducking and weaving under the rifle fire, occasionally deflecting their shots, Adam closed the distance masterfully, rising up from beneath and slashing the Atlesian Knights with controlled aggression and hatred for the machines.

One of the human guards raised her gun, preparing to take the shot at the second assailant, a Cat Faunus, before two shots rang out and she collapsed on the floor shaking as the gun was blasted from her hands and another whistled by her hair.

Her compatriot snarled something about animals and prepared to rush the intruder with his sabre, but soon enough he felt himself outmatched as the Faunus skilfully disarmed him and knocked him out with the hilt of the sword. As his body fell down, the White Fang terrorist (who else would he be) uncaringly stepped over him and walked towards her, the blade still coated in hydraulic fluid.

"Tell me who do you see…" he knelt before her shocked form "…Mauve?"

Behind him, could only look in mute horror as he asked this question. Most would assume this was a simple question to be answered with 'Human', 'Faunus' or any other noun, but herein lied the true despair as the next word would determine her fate.

"I-I-" Anne shook as she looked into the malevolent eyes that reminded her of the Grimm "see a-a p-p-person" she managed to stutter, before passing out.

Looking down on the fallen human, Adam stood still contemplating what to do next. Blake used this moment to get near to him, with Gambol Shroud drawn, ready to strike down her fallen best friend and lover.

"Blake do you have a napkin?" Adam asked casually as he turned back to her.

The girl scowled at him, but still gave him one, with which he cleaned the blade and handed it back to her "Thanks"

She shook her head, before drawing her attention to him

"Adam, what would you say if I told you to not to blow up the train?" she slowly spoke, mindful of each spoken word as any could return into his merciless state.

"Blake, you know that it is not an option-"

"No Adam, this is when I want you to make good on your promise as I don't want to follow this path any longer!" she actually put her foot down and crossed her arms over her chest.

"And I want you to follow this path along me…" she trailed off more softly and Adam looked at her with his eyes narrowed.

"Is this treason Blake?" Adam asked and once more his hands were on the hilt of the sword.

"Yes" she said bravely, with no hesitation in her voice, eyes shining with her newfound ambition.

"I want to take back my father's organization Adam!" she declared, though she knew that he wouldn't let her go willingly otherwise. For all her selflessness and altruism, Blake often could be selfish.

Right now?

Blake wanted to be the most selfish person there was on Remnant, for the sake of herself and Adam.

"Will you help me?" she stretched out her hand towards him.

Adam looked at her shocked, his eyes wide in surprise, body unmoving and hilariously enough mouth agape as he listened to her plan. However, it ended as soon as it begun. Shock was replaced by grin, then laughter.

The Bull Faunus laughed soulfully and brushed tears of mirth as he shook his head in amusement and drew his sword fully, before kneeling in front of her.

He stabbed the sword in front of her and grasped its hilt, darting his head down with his eyes closed.

"My lady" he muttered, and Blake could do nothing, but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. As she laughed, he joined in the laughter, with his broad shoulders shaking. Blake in that moment composed herself.

"Get up Adam" the Cat Faunus said with a smile. The Bull did as she told and rose, a similar smile on his face.

"So, what are we going to do about the train, oh Fearless Leader?" Adam mocked her, the only rational response Blake could give was to elbow him in the stomach, which only made the swordsman laugh harder.

A.N: Herein ends the prologue in this little OOC Alternate universe, where Blake and Adam remain somewhat together. I will try not to rip off other great Adam stories like "Red Sun Over Beacon" by Gleaming Onyx, "A Leaf Turned" by Victor Weiss, so Adam won't go to Beacon, but instead make him deal with Cinder and her shenanigans. After the Ball things spin into the AU category and focusses on our favourite Vergil rip-off and how he gets each and every girl.

I've hit a rough spot with my Nazi vamps, but hopefully I'll manage to update it soon enough.

Have a great time wherever you may be, and I'll see you in the next instalment of my stories.

Criticism is always welcome as well as any insight.

- Morality is a Spook