AN: This author is back and sexier than ever with a new chapter in store for all ya peeps. That s one is kinda very depressing but in a good way. Don't know how I did it, but I did. I have other Steven Universe fanfics you might want to enjoy if you're interested, but be sure to like if you enjoy this and give me some feedback, please.
Candy's P.O.V
The flames run across the docks enveloping the surroundings. Forming a beacon towards the danger. Jumping down from the mast of a ship; I come down onto the deck of the ship. Running along the railings of the ship drawing my twin swords. Slashing at the boy standing surrounded by the Atlassian knights. Carefully he manages to stop them with his hands. I can tell from the dark blue light he's casting an aura, but he's not wearing an atlas uniform? Who is this kid?
"Stop in the name of the Atlas Military," the droids command," any further resistance will be met with lethal force."
The boy releases a pulse of aura pushing me back. This technically counts as resistance, so the atlesian knights open fire. Discounting the fact that I'm caught in the only issue is that I'm still in the circle. So I'm left with a choice. Either cause some property damage or end up as collateral damage to some stupid A.I. Despite being on their side I'm not going to die to these. Ducking under the hail of bullets. I trip one of the droids taking the gun from its hands and open fire on the rest. The boy simply knocks any bullets away with his aura. The droids fall to the ground with a thunk. I dread to think of the repercussions of destroying that much of Atlas property, but that's not important. What is this boy-
"Candy! What are you doing!?"
With all too familiar clicks, more guns are trained on me. Not just from my atlesian knights, but my own team. "Roy? Wait, it's not what it looks like," I say tossing the gun to the side.
"It's no use denying it. We saw you do it," my friend Gee tells me.
"Just, stop and turn yourself in," Biv's blade is pressed against my back. Along with other hunters finally arriving weapons aimed at the ready.
"Well, this certainly doesn't look nice." The boy raises his hands in surrender, yet his voice is calm," Ready yourself. Because we have quite the fight on our hands."
"Cover my back!" Bright blue tears in space open themselves around his hands and he plunges them in. As warned they open fire.
"You son of a biscuit!" I cut away at the bullets in the air. Slashing away the one's with fire dust despite the damage they do to my blades. Chipping the edges and causing them to warp, but that's not the immediate issue.
From the holes, the boy pulls out two gauntlets. Fire dust encased in one ice in the other. "Jump," he demands.
Getting off the ground and with one strong strike against the concrete. Ice erupts from the concrete scattering those around us, breaking their formation. And he's chuckling like hell," what the hell is wrong with you? You take enjoyment in this?"
"No," he chokes out," that's the other guy. I just find it hilarious. You're a smuggler than you say 'Son of a biscuit'? That shit's priceless," he chokes out.
"So I'ma smuggler now!?"
"Well, you did just help me. So that would be the assumption."
"Oh, my god. Oh my freakin god. I went from being a shining example of an Atlus student to a criminal." I lament how quickly my life just went right down the pooper.
"Don't stand down. We still have a fight on our hands."
The knights struggling to even get onto their feet. Roy's the first to recover. Drawing his spear in swinging it in my direction.I parry it with my left hand; bring around my other hand to from the bow. Knocking and arrow and firing it at the shoulder to his dominant arm. Taking him out of the fight. The boy fights Gee two quick punches to the stomach and an elbow across the head. Knocking him out cold. Bivs the last one. Blocking his strike I land a strong bicycle kick to the temple. I recoil on instinct. It's still hard to hurt people, let alone my former teammates.
"Well, that went far better than I expected," the boy chimes," no injuries. Got most of the dust and only one minor hiccup."
"I say we did well," Navy holds a thumbs up in the air towards the darkness.
The rumble of a car approaches with headlights blazing and at the ready. Clearly aimed into the boy's eyes out of spite. A boy stands on top of the car. Short, wearing a red jacket. Black pants. Eyes a piercing red. Bearing down on the scene. He takes his hands of oh his pocket and draws a small knife. He plunges it through the palm of his hand. The drops of blood fly into the air. But, the pool up coordinated. The gather in the air, and in a second spikes protrude from them. Stabbing through the atlesian knights and necks of my comrades.
I go over to their corpses in a futile attempt to check if their still alive," oh hey, where ya goin?" The boy with blue hair goes around salvaging what he can from the knights and rummaging through the pockets of my friends before grabbing me by the shoulders.
"We have stuff to do and if we're any later Ebony's not going to stop bitching for a while." He throws me over his shoulder and gets in the car.
"I drive," he calls out. The red haired boy doesn't seem to mind as he just grabs onto the buggy.
Rumbling through the streets we go in like this is nothing. The blue haired boy drives with one hand patching up the small scrapes he got. The red one is watching from the back. Eyes darting around examining everything. Watching the road. Watching the skies. Watching our behind. Watching me. Trust lacking. Can't say he's completely out of his right to think that, but I can tell he'd be willing to throw my carcass with the rest.
We come to an old woodshop with people moving in and out. All shady to an extent some drunk, others high on some kind of drug. "C'mon girly. We got money to make," the blue haired one says.
Cutting through the line we reach the smuggler's den. A semi-jovial air hangs about it. People sit at the bar, drinking away. Some sit at tables, gambling or exchanging things for money. There's a smell of tobacco mixed in with other drugs lingering in the air. Even masked White Fang members are here exchanging things, but with a single glare from the blue haired boy they're kept in line. Makes me glad I decided not to wear my uniform today. We head up steps to meet a man with eben black hair and a woman with ivory hair.
"Who the fuck is this?"
"New member. Helped us with the dust."
He groans, but takes the duffel bag and counts it all," one's missing."
"Exploded."
"His fault," the red haired boy signs.
"You know I have no clue what you're saying, right?"
"He said it's your fault," I translate.
Everyone stops and looks at me," where'd you learn that," the black haired man ask.
"It's… taught to every second year at Atlas Academy."
"You still go to Atlas?"
"...well I guess, I'm not too sure. No one saw what I did, but I am involved with murder, smuggling, destruction of property. So if this gets out I won't be."
"You removed the memory chips from the knights right?"
The blue haired boy nods tossing him the chips from his pocket," good. This is good. This makes up for the lost dust."
"So our pay doesn't go down?"
"No. You're's does, theirs don't."
"Why only me?"
"You cost me a bag of dust. That goes around for at least 5'000."
The blue haired boy laments and the black haired man takes out a wad of cash counts it and set it down, takes out another and does the same. He does this six times and hands each of us a piece of it. "What's this," I ask staring at the money.
"Hm? It's your pay? You helped didn't you?"
I count the money. It goes at 200'000 in cash. It's stunning. I decided to be a huntsman to help my village. Finishing in four years to do some good for them. It's outside the walls and constantly under threat, but with this? I don't have to wait. And this is far more than I'd ever make as an actual huntress. Which leaves me with a choice. Do something immoral to do something moral. A contradiction, but one that I must become.
"Is she still here?"
"I think she's in her own little world."
Breaking out of my thoughts everyone's staring at me," she's back."
"Huh, what'd I miss?"
"Just a question. I asked you, do you want to work with me?" The ebon haired man has a pervasive smile. He knows he already has leverage and deciphered me in an instant.
"..yes," I answer.
"Fantastic! Go back to the docks. Act like someone else did all of this."
"Why?"
"Easy, because they have no idea you did it. To them, they're lucky they had an Atlas student still left alive. They still trust you. You're literally on the inside of every single peddler in this kingdom's adversary. We also need you to come here at around 10:00 P.M at night."
"That went easier than expected."
"You're right, Hurry back to the docks. If this gets out the whole things a bust."
"Of course, sir," I say. Traditional for when sent out on a mission at Atlas.
"Ivory. Drive her back to the docks if you may. Navy, Rouge I need you two here."
The woman with the light blonde hair nods and leads me back to the buggy. She gets in and fastens her seatbelt, realigns the mirrors and begins to drive. It's strange that a woman like her is working with smugglers. She seems nice. Then again, give nice people a good reason and even they'll end up turning bad.
"Hey, Mrs. Ivory?"
"Hm?"
"How'd you end up working with Ebony?"
"Oh that? Well it's a long and strange story," she takes a deep breath; readying herself for quite the long spiel," me and Ebony started out much like you. All of our team mates were apart of team at Atlas Academy. We left on our final year, a few weeks before become fully fledged hunters and huntresses. After one of our team mates died during a mission the three of us reached a sensible conclusion. We decided to leave Atlas and everything about it behind. We wanted to become more like mercenaries, but we eventually came to see why and take the side of smugglers. At first it was to make money, but we noticed we were REALLY good at it as former hunters. Atlas's government trust us so they don't even give us any mind. We even know how they work giving us a decisive edge over our competitors. We just progressed through the underworld becoming some of the largest dealers in the Atlas underworld."
"Wow, that sounds like a lot…," I mumble to myself. Seeing her as a glimpse at what kind of life fate decided to force me into.
"But, that's not all. Our team mate went off to pursue contracts in Mistral. We found Rouge one day out of the blue. He asked to join w said no. He then proceeded to put a halt to all of our deals for a week. Ebony just wanted to kill him to get it out the way, but I convinced him that it'd be better to have him on our side. He even had a recommendation from a friend."
"How'd the blue one… Navy join?"
"Well… that's harder to answer. He approached us of his own volition. After getting into a confrontation with Rouge, that however is a story for another day, he wanted to join us to spite Atlas. He doesn't really elaborate why he hates Atlas, but all of us have secrets to keep. It's not our place to prod. And of course that brings us to you. The third member of our team." Ivory gives me a warm smile.
Once we're at the docks she leaves me with a warm hug and waves goodbye. Driving off into the night. I take myself back to where the bloodbath happened. The corpses still there. Quite easy to hear the airships in the distance. The bright spot lights shining down on me. In no time at all an investigation and my interrogation is under way.
The room is surprisingly nice. The walls adorned with complex wallpaper. The table and chairs made of polished mahogany. A fine plate of food placed in front of me and a grandfather clock. The pendulum monotonously swinging back and forth. The ticking that echoes throughout the room. I feel an uneasy pit in the center of my stomach. I already planned out the lies I'm going to tell, but it still feels wrong. Just so wrong. Heels click in the hallway and I straighten myself. Winter Schnee steps into the room. Dressed in regal military garb, but a friendly smile on her face. One that I can't bring myself to return.
"Ms. Candy Bluewing," she states taking a seat.
I'm late to respond," yes?"
She takes a deep breath," I'm sorry for your loss," she gives me the stock reply.
"It's okay-"
"No, it's not. You suffered the loss of your team, your friends and you from what I heard it's only luck that you didn't die along with them. This has been an egregious mistake on Atlas' part and I offer you my sincerest apologies. We will put our full part to finding out who did this and bringing them to justice."
"Yes. Thank you," I tell her.
"Do you want me to help walk you to your room," Winter Schnee ask.
"No. I'm fine," I lie," I can do it myself."
I get up walking towards the door; my legs feel heavier than lead. Eyes feeling wet and puffy. I stumble finally letting the tears flow. Without hesitation, Winter comforts me with a hug," don't worry," she tells me. Giving me the best condolence she can.
I trudge my feet through the hallway. Taking the long route to my dorm. Walking to the fountain and looking at it. It's called Peace Through War. I always thought the name of it was silly, but now I do see the meaning of it. The idea, the concept. That sometimes the only way something right can happen, is by doing something wrong. In this world is turns out that two wrongs do make something right. Finally reaching my dorm room it seems rather empty now. Four beds only one in use.I throw my thing to the side and fall onto my bed. The room feels cold, empty, lifeless. No one here to keep me company. No comforting feeling that they'll be back soon. It's just… me.