This story was inspired by xekstrin who wrote a Tumblr fanfiction (Excellent writing), so you should check her out (Like, she is truly amazing at writing).
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Late nights. The type of nights that would last like a dim candles wick, never flickering out. Velvet always had a minor disgust toward them.
Working at Yang's bar/brawler's den, The Sundrop Lounge, late nights were often a regular engagement; due to the bloodied fighters of the combat ring, followed by the drunken half wits, slobbering over the bulky bosomed waitresses. Late nights consisted of breaking up near death duels, and the occasional phone dialing for what Yang labels, "The Perv Police."
When such actions would surface, Yang, the feisty owner, would halt them with her hot stuff personality, burning up their sorry behinds out the backdoor. Literally.
But on some rare nights, Yang would have exclusive business to attend to. The business, Velvet guessed, was with a old "friend" of Yang's wanting to meet up with her. His name was Jimmy, or Junior she recalled. Velvet had heard his name crudely cursed out by Yang countless times via scroll while sweeping in her office, but never found out why she was yelling at him. Velvet knew Yang was already married to Blake; then again, Yang could have her own reasons for seeing a man in the night. But, when she had to do her business, she gave Velvet the lounge for the rest of the night.
Whenever Velvet had to stay late, she would have to phone her foolish fiancé, Sun, telling him to tuck the kids in tonight and tell them she was working late. She loved her children, and of course her yellow tailed husband, but when late nights like these come around, all she wanted to do was be around the ones she loved most.
Tonight was one of those nights.
The bar was at ease, the static radio blaring The Achieves comeback hit single, "Pimped Towers" throughout the vast lounge. The combat arena was bare of brawling hunters and huntresses, the thick stenches of sweat and spilled alcohol no where to be smelt. The bar itself, had no sulked company causing a drunken racket of the sort. The lounge was empty tonight, the only breathing soul was Velvet, wiping the final shot glasses for the night.
She was behind the counter, her thin fingers gently cleaning away the lipstick smeared glass rimming with a soaked rag. Velvet looked at the time; 10:47. She went back to fiercely cleaning the glasses. She wanted to be home at a decent hour to at least see her eldest daughter, March, go to sleep. She had a feeling that Julius would be up too with his worrisome teen psyche, but Star would be already snuggling under her covers, dreaming her magical fantasies.
Velvet giggled as she wiped away at the glasses. She was going to be home on time tonight.
She was so happy.
After the final shot glass was wiped and placed on the bar shelves, Velvet smiled a joyous grin at her accomplishment. She reached her arms toward the ceiling, stretching out her stiff shoulders. "Finally," she breathed out. Velvet giddly threw the grimy rag to the counters side, letting it slide across its sleek surface. She didn't even pick it up; Velvet exited out of the bar's interior and headed into the employes breakroom, jogging eagerly to her locker. She unclasped the padlock, grabbing her purse.
As she shut the locker door, her ears perked upward in sudden alarm. Velvet twirled around, purse in hand. She felt an uprise in the bar's presence, like someone was watching her. She listened carefully to the atmosphere around her, waiting for a subtle movement, whisper, anything to cure her paranoia. She waited.
A thundering clammer was heard from the bar, shaking the ground beneath. Velvet cringed at the sudden sounds, her ears cowering themselves down. Velvet groaned aloud; she just wanted to see her family. She felt a boiling inside her gut, feeling as it could burst. Velvet has had enough; she wanted to go home, kiss her kids goodnight, and cuddle with her husband. Was that too hard to ask for?
"We're closed! Come back tomorrow!" she yelled politely. Another crash was heard, causing more cringes. "What on earth…" Velvet, clutching her purse, approached the door to the bar. She brought her hand to the knob, when an uneasy chill arose in her spine. She didn't want to open it; she felt something beckoning her, screaming at her not to open it, almost like a 6th sense. Velvet sucked in a breath, and turned the knob anyway, her urge to depart overwhelming her.
She pressed the door open, walking through and mentally preparing to see the troublemakers.
"Please, if you may ju-"
Velvet stopped talking.
Well, she was more of silenced against her will. The moment she pushed the door open, a beastly figure reached his arms out, seizing her. The beast grabbed Velvets arm, pulling her into him. Before she could even counter his presence with a dust spell, her body was already pinned against his, her mouth enclosed with his behemoth hand. Her purse escaped her hands falling to the floor, her items spilling everywhere. Velvet felt his squishy clothed skin press against her back, gripping her tightly. The man must have been somewhat of a perverted threat, for his hand was cupping Velvet's chest in a rather obscene way.
Everything was a clutter of chaos. She glanced over to the bar, which was wrecked and in shambles. The recently shined shot glasses riddled the floor with shards, and the bar stools were cracked and smashed along with the rest of the wooden furniture in the bar area. Velvet was able to make out four men besides her captor, all dressed in dark hoodies hiding their expressions. Even with her faunus capabilities, she still couldn't make out the beings before her. They clearly had weapons due to the damage, which made Velvet fearful of her future.
The man's grip suddenly tightened on her chest, squeezing all oxegen out of her. "Ugh…" Velvet tried breathing through the man's plump fingers, but it was no use. Her vision grew groggy and disoriented. She was going to lose this battle. She couldn't fight it, she was just so tired. She saw the three men walking up to her, their hoods counseling their appearances.
Velvet muffly moaned under the mans death grip, "Who… are you?" She heard a instant flurry of cackling laughter erupt from the mysterious group. One of the men, the tallest of the bunch, walked up Velvet's captured form. He raised up a clenched fist, showing off his bronze plated knuckles to Velvet. She could feel him grinning as his raspy voice pierced her hearing:
"We are humans, and we were here long before you furry tailed bastards."
Velvet felt a sudden pain arise in her cheek, followed by a warm substance oozing from her flesh. Her head carelessly tilted to her left shoulder, dazed.
It all went gray.
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Yang sped across Vale's dimly lit roads, zipping by the insomniac drifters like a burning breeze. She revved up her stead, going as fast as her machinery could handle. She received a call from the Vale Police Force that there was a break in at her bar. She asked them about the damage report, but they told her that she would have to see for herself. But when Yang brought up her fellow bartender, the police suddenly asked if she were a faunus, or knew any in the area. When Yang said she was too a fanus, they encouraged her to come immediately.
Yang sped down Lark Avenue, taking a sharp turn at Sunset Drive. She was close to her location, listening to the sirens in the distance. She could see the faint flutter of colored lights dance over the darkened buildings. Yang steered onto her block, the bar in sight. She throttled the handle, now speeding to the scene. The roar of her bike startled the field officers, but they remained vigilant to the task at hand.
Yang skidded to a stop at the curb, parking it. She leaped off the seat and ran jaggedly to her lounge, hoping it wasn't a worse case scenario. Officers tried to confront and stop Yang to inform her about the situation, but they were only shoved back by Yang's knuckled fists. She needed to overlook the damage, check her safe, check everything. Brewing inside her was a wild blaze waiting for the final desert gust, and she wasn't gonna hold it back.
Yang's shoulder was suddenly grasped by an unknown figure. She turned her head to be met with a detective, his structure engulfing her figure. Yang growled, "What is it? Got a problem checking out my damn bar?" The man scoffed at her, responding "Your bar is not the issue right now Miss Xiao Long." Yang stammered away from the man's grip, flexing her arm at him. "Are you fucking saying my bar, my wrecked bar, isn't the issue here?" She raised a finger to her lounge, waving it frantically in the air. "This seems like a BIG issue if you know what I mean! Now, if you excuse me…" Yang shifted her heels away, turning her back to the investigator, and went back to her enraged walking.
"What about your co-worker? Isn't she a far larger issue?"
Yang stopped in her tracks; She looked back at the officer, his hand outstretching a object. "If I were you, I'd worry about the things that aren't suppose to be lost."
Yang paced back to the uniformed man, and took the unknown object out of his hands. Yang shuttered inside, her flame blown out. In her hands was a purse.
Velvet's purse.
Yang gripped the bag in her palm, bowing her head down, holding back sudden fears. "Why do you have this?" She uttered in a monotone. The officer didn't respond. "I said," Yang raised her head, her voids burning embers. "Why do you FUCKING HAVE THIS?" Her hair caught aflame, anger brewing an inferno in the air. She stared at the officer, not even flinching at her fury. He sighed, placing his hand on her heated figure. "I'll tell you everything if you calm the hell down." Yang huffed, settling her flames resulting in her eyes returning to their pigment.
"Now then…" He reached into his pocket, pulling out a scroll. He opened up a prerecorded video, pressing play. "Around 10:56, five unknown men walked into your bar." The footage showed the men enter through the front entrance, holding bats and other blunt objects. "They appear to have brought weapons with them, just like a regular robbery." He sped up the video, stopping it at 11:02. "They took no money, which means this wasn't a robbery..." He pressed play, showing the footage of the five men walking out of the bar, the largest of the men pressing something against his chest.
Yang's eyes widened at Velvet's limp form being carried out the bar, blood smearing the side of her head. The men waited outside the bar until a rust bucket of a van drove up. Sliding the side door open, they threw Velvet in like a string less puppet. Once they all mounted into the van, they shut the door and drove off.
"It was a poaching."
The detective closed the video, and quickly stole glance at Yang. She looked as if a Beowolf chewed out a helpless kitten before her eyes. Out of pity, He placed a hand to her shoulder. "It's alright, you can cry if you need to. It's a dire situation." Yang shrugged his hand off her, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. She looked back to the officer, her face swelled with mixed emotion.
"I'm fine. Back to topic please."
"...Of course."
The officer opened up a new window on the scroll, showing a picture of an emblem. It was a hanged wolf fanus silhouette surrounded in flames, and in its background were thin black words, 'HALF.'
"Do you know what Humanists are, Miss Xiao Long?"
Yang looked back to the officer, frowning: "Yes."
Humanists, Vales latest trend of anti-fanus protesters. Like a mirror image of the late White Fang, this protest group consisted of twisted humans against faunus rights, families, and their entirety. They started off with simple picket protests and attempted treaty's to segregate communities between humans and 'the animals', just as most protest groups would do. But when their peaceful antic's failed to grasp attention of their fellow humanity, they decided corruption was their only way of establishing their goals. They bestowed the organization name of H.A.L.F. (Humans Against Living Faunus). They did bombings, raided faunus support centers, and worst of all, kidnapped faunus. When they were to 'poach' them, they wouldn't kill them, but they made them wish they were. Those who were caught were severely tortured and raped senselessly, causing lasting trauma. In most of the situations, they would even chop, saw, pull, even burn whatever part of them shows faunus heritage, making them 'human'.
They were Remnants newest White Fang, reborn in the most reversed way.
"Are you saying they did this?"
The sleuth tilted his cap up. "I most certainly am. Don't fret, we'll find your friend, even-"
"Family."
"Pardon?"
Yang grabbed his jacket collar, thrusting his face inches from hers. "Family," she repeated. "She's family."
Pulling away, the officer re-equipped his scroll, typing. "Alright then. Since you know her, we will need any information you can give us. Name naturally, age, family, possible enemies, and anything else that may be helpful to this case."
Yang inhaled.
"Her name is Velvet Wukong…"
The sirens roared in the night.
A/N: Hopefully you have enjoyed this; The Future! AU was created by Funblade on tumblr, so you should go check it out. I shall write longer chapters in the future, and once again hoped you enjoyed.