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Forced Perspective

2: The Big Yang Theory

Miltiades Malachite was not a patient girl. She liked things done when she wanted it, and to do things when she wanted. Her impatience was a good portion of the reason behind why she and her sister dropped out of school and wound up working at The Club. Well, the latter was more so because the alternative option to being beautiful bouncers was not very enticing to Miltiades or her twin sister Melanie.

So, when their favorite customer suddenly decided to go mute on her like he did before their break-up, it was needless to say that her patience ran thin rather quickly. Granted, there was a chance that Naruto was in bed early or out with his soon-to-be fellow classmates, but both of those Miltiades found highly unlikely for two reasons.

For one, Naruto didn't have a lot of friends and he wasn't the best at making them. Which, to be fair, wasn't entirely his fault. He had a swanky apartment, courtesy of his estranged adoptive father, with little reason to go out at night, caused by the lack of friends. His lack of friends was mostly attributed to his birthmarks, the three whiskers on either cheek. He was mistaken for a Faunus many times, and with the White Fang looming over the other bipedal species' head, it didn't exactly have people lining up outside of his door. That was a true shame, too. Naruto was a sweet kid, bright as the sun could be and – for a guy that was easily a year and a half her junior – had a great body.

Wasted aesthetic appeal aside, the other reason Miltiades believed that Naruto wasn't out or in bed early was because Naruto promised to drop by The Club and see them. Naruto Alistair didn't break promises. Ever. If he decided to start now, Miltiades was going to kick his ass with Melanie's heels.

Pale green eyes narrowed when the door cracked open and a sheepishly smiling blond poked his head out. A small bead of sweat rolled down the side of his head.

"Hey, Miltia, just heard your message-!"

"I'm sure you did." Miltiades drawled in disbelief, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at the boy. "And it took you an hour to listen to it?"

"Well, actually, I just got back in," Naruto said with a light laugh.

"Really?" A thin brow arched up. "Somehow I fail to believe that."

"I did!" He protested. "I was out doing a light workout so I could sleep well tonight, you know, because the semester starts soon so I want to have my sleeping schedule back in order... and I, uh... I fell."

"...You fell?" Disbelief laced her words.

"Yes, and I got proof! See? Just got it all stitched up," Naruto said as he stepped out into the hallway fully, showing her his freshly stitched arm, as well as giving her a free show of his sweaty, sculpted torso.

Seeing his body, it was no surprise to Miltiades that Melanie had a small crush on him, despite their age difference. Like him, the estranged adoptive father mentioned before had trained Naruto to the peak of physical perfection. He was lean, toned, tanned and had a good portion of scars scattered across his arms from the training. Both he and Naruto refused to explain where the scars came from.

The mystery behind them also added a bit of allure, Miltiades thought wistfully as she took note of the hard to see scars that decorated Naruto's arms and sides. It was almost like he was punished each time he fell out of place or something. Shaking the thought from her head, Miltiades glared back up into Naruto's eyes.

"Wanna explain what you fell on to break that much skin that Aura couldn't heal it?"

"A rusted metal pipe."

"...Where were you training?"

"Out by the docks."

"Alone?"

"Well, yeah."

"...Alright, I believe you," she said after a moment. Naruto relaxed and sighed in relief, but froze when Miltiades continued. "You can make it up to me by getting dressed."

"Uh, heh-heh, I'd love to Miltia, really, but I'm exhausted and my arm hurts and I think I used too much Aura-Hey!" Naruto yelped when Miltiades began to push him back into his apartment.

"Naruto, you are the last person I'd ever expect to use too much Aura." Miltiades scoffed. She guided him to his couch and sat him down. "You sit here, and I'll be right back with something nice for you to wear to The Club."

"Can't I just go over tomorrow?" Naruto asked as he turned his head towards her.

"Nope, you promised we'd celebrate today. I'm all dolled up for it. So is Mel," Miltiades said with a pointed look aimed at the blond, who slumped down in his seat, defeated.

Miltiades smirked and made her way into the dark bedroom, her hand pressed on the wall feeling for a light switch. Finally discovering one, she flipped it, only for nothing to happen.

"Dear god, Naruto, how can you live without lights?" Miltiades asked, frustrated at the lack of illumination. "It's not like you're blind!"

"Practice makes perfect." Naruto chirped from the couch.

"Smartass..." Miltiades grumbled as she made her way into his room. Far easier to maneuver through, she searched through his closet and blanched. "Naruto?"

"What?"

"What happened to those clothes Mel and I got you?"

Naruto blinked and tilted his head.

"Look, kid, just give me your wallet and no one has to get hurt." A blade flipped out from the unsavory thief's hand. Naruto, dressed in a nice dress shirt and tie for an interview a few months back – he didn't get the job – looked down at the blade before he met the thief's eyes.

"...I'll give you my shirt and tie, and you can go get yourself a job. Or, maybe go to church and rethink your life. Either's fine with me."

"What the hell kind of offer is that?"

"Well, you either take the shirt and tie, or I punch your face in and walk away with bloodstains on my new clothes."

Wind picked up around them and the tip of the blade in the thief's hand was cut off by a stray gust. The thief looked at his hand and then back at the teen. The teen's blond brow arched.

"Well? Offer's open, take it or leave it."

Oh, I knew I forgot to do something today. To the dry cleaners' tomorrow, I guess. Naruto mused. He tilted his head back against the couch. "They're at the dry cleaners."

"Ugh, you're such a boy! Do you own anything that isn't burnt orange?"

Naruto carefully slid his skintight shirt under the couch with his foot.

"No. Should I?"

"Yes! Ugh, god, you need someone to dress you!"

"And here we go..." Naruto rolled his eyes as Miltiades started to grumble about blind boys and orange. He tiredly rested his chin in his hand, half listening to her tirade, before he asked, "Doesn't Junior need you to play bouncer?"

"All the more reason for you to hurry up and get into this." Miltiades threw an rustic pocketed vest at his face with enough force that could knock him to the floor. "It's the most I could find with all the options I had."

"...Your sarcasm needs work." Naruto mumbled as he stood up and pulled the vest on, zipping it up all the way to cover his neck. He caught the socks thrown his way and pulled those on, orange and blue sneakers soon followed. Naruto was going to debate whether or not he should take his singlesticks, but the choice was taken from him when Miltiades pulled him out of his apartment.

"I hate this music," Naruto said under his breath from where he was seated between Miltiades and Melanie, a position most men would kill for. One dumb bastard had actually tried to do just that a month or so ago. The poor fool had too much to drink and was promptly shown the way out via Melanie's foot.

Naruto didn't see what the big deal was. Miltiades was pretty, yeah, but he'd known her too long as a pseudo older sister to think anything else. And Melanie was just as beautiful as her twin, considering they were identical, but again, he'd known her for so long it was like she was a sister.

"I could ask Barry to change the tune up." Miltiades offered before she sent a look at Melanie.

Melanie gave her a hard stare back.

They stared for a few minutes.

Naruto looked from one twin to the other and back again before he hung his head. I hate twin telepathy. So unfair.

"Are you still hungry, Naruto?" Melanie asked while Miltiades got up to go speak to the DJ.

"No, I'm good." Naruto sat back and patted his stomach with a content smile on his face, any pout that may have been on his face gone. "Junior makes good ramen."

"Yeah he does." Melanie agreed. She picked up her drink, a Strawberry Sunrise on the rocks, and drank some of it. Seeing his eyes on her drink, she smiled gently and pulled it away from her lips. "You want a sip?"

"Eh, probably not." Naruto smiled sheepishly. He tapped at his head. "You know how easy it is for this to get unbalanced and topple me over."

"Hm, maybe, but, it wasn't all bad. You fell into that cake magnificently."

"You're right. For something that wasn't ramen, it wasn't half bad."

Melanie laughed and Naruto cracked a smile. He hadn't gotten to hang out with the twins in a while because he was studying, i.e. cramming, for the Beacon entrance exam and also indulging in his after hour activities. Speaking of after hour activities, down at the bar, Naruto caught sight of a familiar white jacket and bowler cap.

"You know what, I think I am going to go get that drink." Naruto muttered to Melanie. He rose before she could stop him and offer to get it herself. "Excuse me."

Naruto walked down onto the dance floor and frowned as someone bumped into him, causing him to lose sight of the wanted criminal. So, improvising, he snatched a pair of sunglasses off of a table and covered his eyes, closing them.

The sound painted a picture for him. Doors opened and closed, feet hopped from one place to the next, the room pulsed with life. His attention was detoured from his fruitless search as people stopped talking about random friends or things and instead began to wonder if some girl's breasts were real. Being a teenage boy, Naruto was tempted to search for the cause of the whispers, but manners that were literally pounded into his head by his father kept him from doing so. When a loud smack echoed in the room and caused the record to skip, Naruto found he had inadvertently found the source of the whispers.

His eyes opened and he lifted the sunglasses slightly.

...Damn. She's hot. And she knows it. Naruto thought as he looked over the girl who was overflowing with confidence. She had a killer figure, her most prominent features being that she was well gifted in the, uh, chest area. That and she had gorgeous golden hair he couldn't hope to match. Her attire was borderline promiscuous, but innocent enough to be viewed in public as another Huntress using her assets to her advantage. The shoulders were a bit much, but then again, this comes from a kid who either dresses up in all black to go out at night and kick ass or wears orange in daylight.

Speaking of orange, those are orange socks and, yep, bandanna around her neck above her – wow, those are ni- "Look up at her eyes! Don't stare! It's rude!" Naruto shuddered at the echo of his father's stern voice. He rubbed his right arm at the phantom pain from being whacked by a cane. It wasn't abuse; it was training. His father was preparing Naruto and his brother for the world. Or, at least, that's what Naruto told himself.

Shaken by his father's echo, Naruto let the sunglasses he appropriated drop back over his eyes and went to the bar, specifically, to the downed bartender. Junior rubbed his head and groaned, his eyes glaring at the smirking girl that dared the grunts around her to make a move. Before he could open his mouth, Naruto grabbed Junior's arm and pulled him close.

"Junior, do me a favor here and please don't start anything." He asked.

"Are you kidding me? Did you see what she did to me!?"

"...Uh, no."

"She grabbed my balls!"

"...I thought you liked that sort of thing..."

"That's not the point!" Junior hissed. He glared back at the buxom bombshell then at his goons. "Well!? What are you waiting for!"

"Junior, you know what I'll have to do if you do this." Naruto muttered. Inwardly, he was pleading that the professional/criminal would be able to look past his pride. He was still a bit tired and sore from the rescue earlier. His code, the only thing that wasn't pounded into his head by his father during lessons, but something that sunk in through fond conversations, demanded that Naruto side against the larger threat.

Right now, that was Junior, since Naruto had seen him speaking with the most wanted thief in Vale just moments ago.

And Naruto really didn't want to fight his only solid contact with the underworld.

It wasn't good for either of them.

Junior brushed him off and glared down at him. "You don't want to get dragged into it, then go home, Alistair."

"You know I can't do that."

"Don't blame me if you get-!" Junior had to duck as one of his goons flew over his head. He and Naruto looked at the girl that was currently taking his boys out like they were mere flies.

"Yeah, come on!" The girl jeered at two of the grunts before she dealt with them with a powerful uppercut. Naruto lifted his glasses back up, soaking in the fight as much as he could. After another wayward grunt was sent flying his way, Naruto sought some light cover behind the bar while Junior rushed at the girl. The blond teen let the glasses fall back over his eyes as he closed them and listened.

Minor talent in boxing. The rest is instinct, a loose fighting style that's easily adaptable. Naruto smiled lightly. Sounds familiar. And those gauntlets...shell loaded. Loud. Easy to spot. Makes her a target. She wants attention on her in and outside of a fight.

Naruto's analytical thoughts were interrupted by a large ground-shaking boom. Peering up at the bartender's mirror, Naruto saw a golden haired goddess standing in the center of the dance floor. Injuries she'd taken seemed minimal in comparison to the ones around her.

Semblance maybe? Huntress potentially. ...Oh no, Miltia and Mel! Naruto stood back up and hopped over the bar when he saw his two pseudo sisters approach the girl. Yeah, it was their job to act as the bouncers, but they never discovered what their semblances were, preferring to fight in tandem and overwhelm opponents. It worked too, especially on grabby or bitchy drunks who wound up on their asses outside before they knew what happened.

Against a potential Huntress though, Naruto wasn't willing to take any chances with their safety.

Before any of the three girls would collide, Naruto landed between them and held his hands out to his sides. Within a second, a cyclone appeared between the girls, effectively keeping them separated.

"Whoa!" The blonde girl recoiled and took a step back. Her hair, which looked like golden fire, doused and her eyes reverted from their burning red into the regular beautiful lilac.

"Naruto!" Miltiades flexed her claws and glared at the cyclone. "Get out of the way so we can do our job!"

The wind kicked up with a roar. One of the poor grunts under Junior's command was lifted from the ground and thrown around the room. He was launched through a window with a crash. Thankfully, he survived the fall. Unfortunately, the officers didn't take too kindly to him ruining their windshield.

"Naruto," Melanie shielded her eyes and took a step back. "Stop the air show!"

The cyclone came to a stop and Naruto stood in what was the epicenter, his breathing heavy.

"Are we done for now?" He asked, looking between the three girls. "'Cause I can go again if you want to."

"Thank you, Mel..." Naruto smiled in gratitude at his friend as he pressed a wet rag on his throbbing head, back in his apartment. The twins were unwilling to continue fighting once he nailed them with the puppy-dog pout – having a baby face was both a blessing and a curse – and the blonde, Yang he learned her name was, decided that it would be more interesting to join him at home.

"This has got to be a pretty impressive place when the sun's up." Yang mused as she carefully navigated her way through the dark apartment. "Last three light-switches I tried didn't work, though. How can you-?"

"He's adapted to it," Miltiades said dryly, her untrusting green-eyes locked on the buxom blonde that wandered the room like a dog that just moved into a new home. While her twin doted on their surrogate brother, Miltiades was more concerned with the girl that had effortlessly taken her boss and his lackeys out to the cleaners in less than ten minutes. The blonde's dumb reason for following them also put her on edge.

"My dad figures that I have a very low level of BIID." Naruto shrugged, resting the back of his head on the very comfortable arm of his couch. He sat up, undid his orange vest, and tossed it aside, uncaring of his guests' presence. Lying back down, he sighed in relief and left the rag over the upper part of his face. A smile spread across his face. "Ahh, much better."

"B-I-I-D?" Yang asked, looking towards the blond and appreciating the view for a moment longer than what was considered appropriate. She was snapped from her open leer when Melanie cleared her throat and glared at her. Yang grinned innocently and mouthed the words 'free show'. Green eyes narrowed while lilac flickered red.

"Hey, I don't know what's going on, but I can hear your heartbeats increasing. Please do not start a fight in my apartment. I just got the carpeting cleaned." Naruto sighed and draped his left arm over his eyes.

"You didn't answer my question," Yang said as she sauntered over to the couch and leered down at her fellow blond. A smile spread across her face as she admired his defined torso. "What is B-I-I-D?"

"Body integrity identity disorder," Melanie said with her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the island in Naruto's kitchen. She had a glare locked on Yang, who was ignoring her. "It's where a person wishes or feels a strong need to be disabled."

"It's an unofficial mental disorder. I'm pretty sure that if I have it, it's a mild form. Not all that eager to really be blind," Naruto said. He lifted the rag on his face and flashed Yang a smile. "Some things in life are too good to miss."

"Flattery will get you everywhere." Yang smiled back.

Naruto lowered the rag back down and he grimaced lightly as his stitches brushed against the cushion. He draped the arm over his face and the grimace turned into a relieved grin.

"Ohh...that feels really good."

Yang arched a brow at the sight of the cut oblique and serrates anterior on the blond's side. Those were far more toned than the average teen's body was. A smile appeared on her face and she looked over at Melanie. A nod was made toward the lounging teen and a brow raised. Melanie narrowed her eyes further in response and Yang's smile widened.

Sweet, he's free game. Mama shoots and scores. She thought before she moved to the free seat on the other end of the couch. One of her golden brows arched up when Naruto vacated more space by bringing his knee up on the second cushion while the right leg dropped off the couch entirely. "So, uh, you three are kind of close, huh? Anything...juicy going on here? I promise not to tell."

"What?" Naruto lifted his head up slightly towards her.

"No!" the twins quickly and heatedly denied while they glared at Yang.

"Shame. That would've been real juicy. My little sister's head would've spun..." Yang sighed in dismay. A pair of lilac eyes turned towards the confused frown on the whiskered teen beside her. "But...I guess that leaves you available, hm?"

"...Depends on what I'm available for."

"Naruto!" Miltiades hissed.

"What? I can make plans! Beacon's next semester doesn't start until-"

"You're going to Beacon?!" Yang's smile returned and could've blinded the room had it been any brighter than it was. "No way, so am I!"

"Wow, what are the odds?" Naruto asked as he stretched his arms out above his head. He was a bit tired, expected since he did use a lot of aura and performed some very strenuous activities that night.

"Not high." Melanie grit out between her teeth.

"At all." Miltiades growled.

"This is so cool!" Yang grinned. She turned towards him. "So, you have tornado semblance-"

"Nope."

"...But you made a-"

"I can expand my aura out and manipulate the air around me. That twister took most of the..." Naruto trailed off to yawn. "...wind out of my sails."

"He uses it mostly to help him detect sound. Some very complicated way to amplify the sounds his enemies make, a sort of, hyper-hearing." Melanie explained smugly.

"Yep, the displacement of vibrations in the air filter into my ears," Naruto said with another yawn. "I use my aura more to expand my 'audio' visuals than I do to actually shield my body."

"...Were you training blindfolded again?" Miltiades asked, her gaze locked on the blond boy.

"If I say yes, are you going to be mad?" He raised his index finger. "Don't lie to me, Miltiades, I'll know."

"...That's such bullshit."

"Don't hate the player, hate the game." Naruto mumbled as he started to drift off to sleep. He waved a hand at Yang. "Feel free to crash in my bed. I'm not moving – yawn – anywhere tonight."

"Generous of you," Yang said, a sly smile on her face. "How do I know you won't try anything?"

Naruto's lips curled up into a small smirk. "I could ask you the same thing."

Cute and clever? Mama really like. Yang thought with a wide grin on her face. She sighed and put a hand on his leg, something that made the twins tense, before she got up. "If it were any other night, I'd take you up on that offer, Baby Face, but I've gotta head home. My dad would skin me alive if he found out I was at some guy's house for most of the night without adult supervision. He'd probably kill you afterwards."

"Protective, huh? I understand." Naruto chuckled. He sat up a bit and offered his hand, which she took in a firm shake. "Nice meeting you, Yang."

"See you, Baby Face." Yang walked to the door and nodded at the twins. "So long, ladies, hope there's no hard feelings."

"Far from it." Miltiades grumbled.

"Goodbye, Yang." Melanie growled, opening the door for the blonde. As she walked past with a victorious grin on her face, Yang heard Naruto say one last thing to her.

"Drive safe, Yang! See you at Beacon!"

Oh, it'll be sooner than that, Naruto. Yang thought with an excited grin on her face as she entered the elevator. The image of his sexy body still fresh in her mind, Yang wiped under nose with one finger as the elevator doors slid shut. You can count on it.

AN: So ends chapter two. Pairing is undecided, and up for suggestions. Not going to lie, I greatly enjoy writing Naruto and Yang as a couple, but we still have a few more 'trailers' to get through before we even come near touching actually entering Beacon and getting our lead star into a relationship.

Final thoughts: If Engineer4Ever, or anyone else who'd like to do it, were to get a reading started, how does the song "And When I Die" by Joe 90 sound as an opening theme? I think it's appropriate.

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