A/N: The events of this story take place 36 years after the fall of beacon in an alternate timeline where the fall of beacon failed. Contains OC pairings.
Tygre looked around at the dimly lit street, with how his henchmen were arrayed behind the few people who were on the street at this time of night knew to steer clear of him. (tygre was a tall, young man with white hair, he wore a black trench coat with orange tiger stripes on the sleeves, a large eyepatch covered half of his face. His henchmen wore black suits with green ties and sunglasses as well as irish walking caps.) "Ugh, let's get this over with." Tygre said to no one in particular, though his henchmen still nodded in affirmation. Stopping outside the door of the bar and grill to check him and his henchmen in with the bouncer, Tygre then proceeded to enter the lively establishment while looking for someone in particular. He found his contact and sat beside him amongst the pulsating music, all the better since they had business to discuss.
Summer Rose ran through downtown vale, the area hadn't changed that much in the three years since she had left the kingdom to train with her father. Where other girls her age had learned things like math and science and relations with boys, Summer had spent the time learning and perfecting her fighting skills, skill in espionage and subterfuge, tactics and strategy, and how to act like a boy. Where her peers learned about socialising, she learned social engineering. The reasons for this were of course clear to her, she was much more perceptive than those of her age, whether this was due to her training or something else was up for debate. The end result, however, was the same. She knew she was in danger people would hunt her down, some for no other reason than the fact that she could save people and they didn't like it. Others would want her power for themselves. But none of this pertained to why she was running down the streets of vale. That was an entirely different reason, introduce "Sumter Rose" the new her to her family once again, slowly, and she would start with the only adult in her family who didn't know where she had been the last three years. She came to a stop in front of the entrance to the Berserk Brawlers Bar and Grill. While not as prevalent as some restaurant chains people from all four kingdoms had heard of and traveled to dine at the very upbeat family owned restaurant. As Summer walked up to the front door the bouncer moved in front of her and said "sorry kid but nobody under 18 in the club." Sumter sighed, this is irritating she thought didn't aunt Yang come to places like this before she was 18? Pushing her internal questions aside Sumter laughed and said "tell ya what buddy. Why don' ya call yer boss and tell 'er that 'er nephew Sumter Rose is 'ere to see 'is auntie Yang." the bouncer narrowed his eyes and touched the scroll in his ear (scroll technology had advanced over the years and it was now just an earbud that projected holographic screens) "this better be on the level." he grumbled, he quickly straightened his posture as the scroll connected. "Ma'am pardon the interruption… yes I realise what time it is… it's just that I've got a twelve year old-" oh that isn't going to fly Sumter thought "I'm fifteen" she interrupted I've had to fight hard to survive this long thank you very much, and why do people still mess up my age? The bouncer gave her a glare that would have made her mother's former teammate proud. "-fifteen year old boy claiming to be your nephew… he says his name is Sumter Rose Ma'am." judging by the look on his face he was annoyed with the response but wouldn't let it show in his voice. "Yes ma'am, of course ma'am." the bouncer turned to Sumter "she said she'll meet you behind the counter." Sumter shoved past him while saying "thank ya, pal" upon entering the upbeat establishment the flashing lights and pulsating music almost overwhelmed Sumter but she soon spotted the giant mess of blonde hair above a rather nice business suit. Aunt Yang Sumter thought to herself it's been a while, hasn't it? Sumter immediately walked over to her her relative, who was scowling at her oh well, I shouldn't expect her to recognize me under all this. A quick look around while walking and Sumter knew everything she would need to do to maintain her cover. The music should block out our communication and no one wants to be near aunt Yang while she's giving that look, good. When she got to the counter Yang finally spoke up "who are you and why are you using my sister's family name?" Sumter laughed a little while pulling her scarf and hood down and replied in her normal voice "you don't recognize you own niece? I'm hurt aunt Yang." Yang seem to pause for a moment before "Summer?" Summer nodded "Summer!" Yang reached across the counter and hugged the fifteen year old. "where have you been!? Are you alright?! Your parents must be so worried about you! What happened?!" the number of questions hit Summer like a machine-gun. "woah aunt Yang slow down." Summer said while pulling back "I'm fine, my parents have known where I was, I've been helping dad, and as for what happened…" how should I put this "I died." she finished. Yang scowled again at that "not funny Summer we actually thought that happened" Summer sighed "officially it did, Summer Rose died three years ago when her kidnappers self-destructed their fortress rather than face the wrath of 'the Ghost Hunter'" Summer explained, using her father's nickname in the intelligence community. "my new identity is that of Sumter Rose, a Vacuean orphan boy who was taken in and adopted by dad." Yang looked at Summer rather confused "but why?" she asked Summer took a deep breath "aunt Yang, what's your favorite fairy tale?" Yang shook her head and replied immediately "oh no, no no no, my sister tried to have this talk with me, I didn't want to hear it then and I don't want to hear it now." then she smiled at Summer and said "I'll trust you have your reasons." "thanks aunt Yang." Summer said, grateful she wouldn't have to explain the whole deal of silver-eyed warriors and maidens to her aunt. "so" Yang said suddenly "if my adorable young nie- nephew is old enough to know just how terribly screwed up this world is, is he old enough to have a drink with me?" Yang asked "I can't really let my guard down in public but I'll take something non-alcoholic." Summer answered, Yang nodded and poured her a drink "here you go." Yang looked at Summer with a serious face "so what are you doing back in Vale certainly not just a social visit?" Summer wasn't quite expecting this question but it made sense to ask. "No I'm going to be staying in vale with great uncle Qrow until I can attend Beacon." Yang smiled at that "oh, going to attend my alma mater then?" Summer smiled in return, her father, mother, aunt, uncle, grandfather, and great uncle had all attended Beacon and it was looking like all their kids would too. "Yep, just two years away" they sat and talked for a while, sharing what they could about what's been going on in their lives. "so Amra knew about your 'adventures' and neglected to let me know? I'm going to have a talk with my dear husband." Yang said, Summer laughed in response "haha, yeah I'm sure he's really sorry. On that note though, do you have any of his color changing eye contacts? I could really use some, not many people have silver eyes, ya know?" Yang nodded "yeah there's probably some in our room upstairs let me go get them." "thanks aunt Yang." Yang left and went up the stairs to her house on the top floors of the club. Sumter stared at the half-empty drink in front of her. Maybe dad was right and everything would turn out alright, it's not like anyone in vale would recognize her here "well, well, well, what do we have here?" The voice behind her froze her blood cold, made her want to run, hide, and gouge its eyes out all at the same time. It had since she had been kidnapped by the voice's owner shortly before her 'death' and it probably would until she died. "Welcome to Vale Hornet Snow." Tygre Lambb, master crook exclaimed. Aunt Yang isn't going to like this.
"If that will be all Mr. Lambb, I will be on my way" the man across from Tygre began "have a good day sir" "Likewise Mr. elm" Tygre responded while inwardly seething fine we'll see how your 'business associates like it once we run this kingdom! "I do hope we'll meet again soon, under more favorable circumstance Mr. Lambb" Mr. Elm finished and walked off. Tygre was fuming internally those IDIOTS they'll come crawling to me on all fours begging for another chance when I'm done with them, but I won't give it. Oh no they'll have to… Tygre sighed "I need a drink" he said to no one in particular "go wait outside guys, I'll be there in a second" Tygre said to his guards "you got it boss" one of the nearest guards answered him before they all turned and left. Tygre rose from his seat and walked to the bar. This place was perfect for backroom dealings the owner would have loud pulsating music running all the time and the authorities would almost never check the establishment for illegal dealings, after all it was run by a former huntress! Despite this all backroom dealings had to be done in the booths as far from the bar as possible because it was run by a former huntress. Tygre looked over the bar to see the golden mane of the bartender head upstairs, perfect, Tygre thought to himself sarcastically. He was about to turn away and join his henchmen when something caught his eyes, a red scarf. No way, Tygre thought He only works in Mistral how did he find me here! It was only a second later that Tygre realised that Hornet Snow, the bane of his existence, wasn't looking at him in fact it looked like he was trying to nurse his sorrow in some sort of drink that Tygre didn't recognize. Is he even old enough to drink here? Tygre observed his opponent once again, dark grey hoodie with yellow stripes, faded jeans, golden gauntlets and greaves, crossed ammo belts around the waist, and that ever present red scarf that was so noticeable. In that moment Tygre made a decision, if Hornet was drinking his reflexes would be slowed, he might not even be able to enter their "Hyper time" if that was the case then Tygre could pay him back for his missing eye. Well, well, well, what do we have hear?" Tygre said and smirked when he saw Hornet jerk and stand ramrod straight before slowly turning around "Welcome to Vale Hornet Snow." Those hard as steel silver eyes locked onto him and Hornet asked with a voice cold as ice "can I help you?" he tries to play ignorance, huh? Tygre thought that won't work with that look on your face Hornet. "I almost feel hurt, Hornet, you don't remember me the guy you destroyed half the face of?" The plastic smile disappeared replaced by a far more feral one. I'll attack now before he can activate his semblance! The world around Tygre turned from full and vibrant colors to muted tones of grey as everything around him slowed to a crawl. Hyper time was Tygre's own private world where no one could ever enter, save one. Tygre formed a blade in his hand out of nothing but his own aura, Today, I finish our rivalry Hornet! Tygre thought with a smirk as he brought the Aura-blade down to finish off his foe I guess I was faster after all. SHIIINK! Tygre blinked Hornet stood there before him, an unfamiliar blade held his own Aura-blade a mere few inches away from Hornet's neck. Did I lose concentration? Tygre thought frantically No, the world is still grey but that means… Tygre looked back into steely silver eyes, they had lost their standoffish look and were replaced with a look of determination that would cause even the grimm to back off. "Fine." Hornet's voice itself could kill a goliath with the amount of venom in it, "I guess we'll do this here." Tygre instantly recognised his mistake, Hornet hadn't been drinking an alcoholic drink at all! He was still in full control of his facilities, which meant that this fight would be much more difficult.
Sumter looked at the man before her, his singular eye gauging her deciding his next move. While they stood there unmoving for a second the world and people around them began to move normally, or as normally as people would move when they saw a fight to the death break out in a bar. They ran. Soon the bar was completely vacated of people except the two combatants Good there won't be any collateral damages now, or at least any collateral casualties. Sumter thought as her grip on her weapon 'Sunflower' a gauntlet that held a ninja-to in a Iaijutsu style and could transform into a low caliber sniper rifle. Sumter spotted a small almost unnoticeable flicker in Tygre's aura and instantly activated her semblance speeding up to overcome the time dilation which Tygre activated and swiftly deflected his strike countering with her own. The battle continued like this for some time as they fought all over the bar. Deflected strikes left gouges in the floors and walls, were shattered underfoot, the damages both wrecked on the bar moving in slow motion as the momentum of the battle quickly left them. Tygre and Sumter continued to fight faster and faster beyond the level of rational thought, moving solely on conditioned training and battle instincts. Ten minutes worth of fighting taking place within the span of half a second. The fighting could only last a short time longer in Hyper time as it tired both combatants rather quickly. If one was to win here they would have to win quickly or outlast their opponent and kill them once they dropped their speed. Unfortunately the two were evenly matched and couldn't keep up their speed for more than a few seconds. When they inevitably ran out of steam, Sumter backed off and quickly sheathed her ninja-to 'Sundrop' into Sunflower and switched the entire into it's rifle form and fired off the entire magazine directly at Tygre, who in turn formed a barrier field of his aura and blocked each shot. As smashed bullets and the spent magazine fell to the floor, Sumter slipped a new magazine into her rifle while the two tried to recover their breathes. "Impressive kid." Tygre began. Who does he think he is? A b rate movie villain? "But I'm still going to 'thank' you for this" he said while pointing to his eyepatch. "Yeah right." Sumter shouted back "you're about as cliched as you can get, I just helped complete the look!" By this point the two had devolved to hurling insults until they recovered their strength to use their semblance again. "I'm surprised you can still even move after some of those hits." Sumter taunted. "Oh please kid you couldn't hurt me unless you had a train to throw at me!" At that moment the best and worst thing that could have happened to Sumter happened. From one of the balconies on the upper levels, Yang jumped down directly in front of Tygre, and she wasn't happy "Choo Choo" Definitely not happy.
A/N: Ok so here it is, while this isn't my first fanfic it is the first I have released beyond my own home so feedback is appreciated. Just to clarify this in this Au Ruby and Yang married OC's Rueben (no last name) and Amra Deere respectively, while Blake married Sun and Weiss married Neptune. Summer/Sumter is Ruby's daughter and is only pretending to be a boy as overkill to ensure no one suspects her of being the summer maiden.