Remnant...

A world, left fractured, incomplete, mere pieces without a fixed point to return. It is a world that is all but the remains of a forgotten history, of a time that man has long since forgotten. Yet, within that world there are Legends. Epics. Stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts, of a forgotten past.

Man, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness – creatures of destruction – the creatures of Grimm – set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed, and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence to the void.

However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change, and in time, man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named "Dust".

Nature's wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness, and in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, life. But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone... darkness will return.

So you may prepare your guardians, build your monuments to a so-called "free world", but take heed... there will be no victory in strength.

...but perhaps victory is in the simpler things that you've long forgotten. Things that require a smaller, more honest soul.

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IN THIS WORD, THERE IS NO SMALL, HONEST SOUL


"There is no death, only a change of worlds." -Native American Proverb


Outsiders


[...you live in the red light district?]

The look Neo had given Ruby when they finally arrived at the apartment complex was one of utter confusion and slight dumbfoundments. For the red-cloaked reaper's part, none of the girls had yet to inform her what exactly a red-light district was like, only that she should stay away from seedy stores and men who dressed fashionably and women who exposed far too much skin. "It was cheap." Ruby offered. "That, and Weiss wasn't willing to pay over 1,500 lien. She's really stingy when it comes to spending."

[So I noticed.] Neo replied swiftly on her Scroll.

Ruby cocked her head. "So...how is it that you can't talk, if you don't mind me asking?"

[I don't mind. I'm mute. That's why.] Neo typed casually.

Ruby's eyes widened. "Mute?" she asked. "That means you can't speak for any reason, right?"

[Yep. Born that way.] Neo responded with a shrug. [Though it isn't as bad as people think. For starters, being mute is a pretty awesome way to fuck around with people.]

"What do you mean?" Ruby asked curiously.

Neo giggled, fingers flying across the holographic keyboard on her Scroll. [You'll see.]

Ruby pouted, not enjoying the tease, but relented. She then turned back to the door and turned the doorknob, opening the door. "Hey guys!" she called. "I'm back!"

In the next moment, a blonde female tackled her and picked her up in a hug. "Where the hell were you?!" Yang scolded. "You were late and you didn't pick up any of our calls!"

"Ack! I'm sorry!"

Neo watched in amusement as the little girl tried, and apparently failing, to ease the worries of her older sister. However, looking at the two, her smile grew, recognizing the blonde as the one from the club earlier today. Truth be told, her interest was only minor. The look in her eyes, and the eagerness to fight, showed that she held some enjoyment in these illegal fights she partook in. Speaking personally, Neo enjoyed to fight as well. She especially enjoyed the moment when she readied the final blow on her opponent. The girl's eyes narrowed, though, when she looked at the girl's features. She saw little family resemblance between the two of them. Perhaps sisters in name only?

Her thoughts ceased when she felt a blade press up against her throat, and her arm roughly grabbed and pressed against her back at an uncomfortable angle. "Who are you?" Blake growled. "And what are you doing with Ruby?"

"W-whoa, wait a sec Blake!" Ruby panicked, seeing the Cat Faunus holding Neo dead to rights. Near the entrance of the room, she found Weiss readying her rapier. "She's a friend! She helped me out!"

"Helped you out? With what?" The white haired girl questioned with suspicion.

Ruby paled slightly. Oh, how was she supposed to explain this? She promised them she wouldn't get into trouble, but..how could she tell them she fought off someone and helped what was apparently a mafiaso escape?!

Seeing her inner turmoil, Neo tapped a few keys on her Scroll and showed it to the other three girls. [She helped out my boss, so I offered to help her out.] the message read. [Btw, can you tell the kitty cat to let go? I like it when girls get rough as much as the next gal, but the blade to the neck is a real turnoff.]

The three older teens looked at one another, as if silently discussing before they nodded. Blake removed her weapon from the girl's neck. Neo nodded her head gratefully while she rubbed her neck. "Sorry about that." Yang apologized. "We don't exactly take kindly to straners. Especially when they're around Ruby."

[It's fine.] Neo told her. [Pretty much used to it. Nice to see you again, Blondie~]

Yang cocked her head. What did that mean? Did she know her or something? However, as she looked more closely, the ice-cream themed girl did look familiar. Eventually, as she traced back her mind, she finally remembered as her lilac eyes widened. "Oooh, I remember you!" she said, pounding her closed fist against her hand. "You were there back at Junior's club!"

[Bingo~] Neo smiled. [I must say...you have some pretty big ones asking for Underground fights here in Vale.]

"What can I say? I like to live dangerously." A pause. "That, and it pays more than working at some deadbeat job."

[True, true...nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?]

Yang grinned. "I like you already." she said before she put a hand on her hip, turning to Ruby. "So, what kind of trouble did you get yourself into this time, Rubes?" Her eyes narrowed. "And don't lie. I'll know if you do."

"W-well...I may...or may not have gotten caught up in a scuffle that actually could've been a Dust Store Robbery..."

Instantly, the three girls' eyes glared at her, all of which were frowns of disappointment. "What." Weiss got out with a snarl. "Did I say. About. Getting. Into. Trouble?"

"I'm sorry...!" The petite girl squeaked in apology. "B-But...that guy looked like he needed help...!"

The white-haired girl immediately turned to Neo, who immediately held up her Scroll. [My partner.] she told them. [He was sorely getting his ass handed to him by some dude with a shotgun, then little red riding hood comes in and saves his butt.] Neo grinned as she added, [She looked cool while doing it too.]

Of course, what she didn't tell them was that her partner just so happened to be the kingpin of the criminal underworld, Roman Torchwick. She easily recognized the white-haired girl as the missing heiress, Weiss Schnee. Roman had informed her that, a few months back, Junior's boys had done something incredibly stupid by trying to rape some whore at the club he was robbing. Sadly, said whore turned out to be Weiss Schnee herself, and she was none too happy about them laying a hand on her. She arrived late to the party, so she saw only the chopped up corpses of Junior's goons.

She had to say, she was rather impressed. She loved to see what else the girl could do. For now, though, she would keep quiet. No use trying to get her partner in trouble.

Weiss glared at the girl for several more minutes before she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head. "Honestly, Ruby..." she said in exasperation as she folded her arms, looking back at her girlfriend. "We told you not to try some heroics while we're here. We're trying to lay low, not find ourselves back on the run."

"I know, but..." Ruby muttered, looking off to the side while she fiddled with her thumbs. "I owed the guy for what he did back at the shop."

"Regardless, you have to be more careful."

"R-right...sorry, Weiss."

"It's okay." She extended her hand and ruffled her hair. "Just don't put yourself in danger like that again."

Rub smiled, enjoying the feeling of Weiss' soft, delicate hands rummaging through her hair. She could already feel her heart beginning to melt. Neo rolled her eyes. What was this? Puppy dog love or something? Well, then again...wasn't everyday you get to see two girls madly in love. A small part of her actually wanted in on that. Now, don't get her wrong, Neo loved men as much as the next girl, but she fond those of the same gender to be much better company.

Namely because unlike girls, boys' sex drives could only last as much as their fishing hooks. That, and they break rather easily.

A pity, but then again, what can you expect from guys in the first place? They just lack stamina and get satisfied rather easily.

"Well, as fun as learning what Ruby's been up to..." Yang said as she grabbed her duffel bag. "I'm heading off to that Rat's Nest place. Should be back before Midnight or so."

"Be careful. And break some legs while you're at it." Blake called after her.

"You know it, kitty cat."

Blake glowered at the detestable nickname, though she eventually gave a sigh as she palmed her face. As the rest of the girls went about their ways, three of the four heading to bed, Neo gave her farewells. To Yang's surprise, the ice-cream themed girl walked behind her, swinging her legs up in the air. "What?" she asked, slightly suspicious of the newcomer. "You plan on coming along?"

[Nah.] Neo replied with her Scroll. [I'm just heading to the same place as you. That, and I don't feel like heading back home yet.] 'Not so long as the bitch is there...' Neo silently added in her mind, scowling.

She really did not like the person Roman recently partnered up with. Then again, did he really have a choice? The woman more or less forced him to cooperate or face death. Not cool.

Yang quirked an eyebrow, but shrugged. If Neo wanted to come with, so be it. Plus, it would be a good way to keep an eye on her. While she did apparently save Ruby, she didn't completely trust her. Something about her felt...dangerous. Whether that was good, or bad, was up for debate.

At any rate...at least she'd have some company.


-Chapter 3: Girls Night Out-

Roman groaned as he rubbed his neck, entering the warehouse where his base of operations was currently stationed at. It was pretty much located at the center of the docks, which in hindsight, was pretty dangerous for a high profile mafiaso such as himself. However, there wasn't any need to worry. After all, he owned this part of town. He pays the cops to turn a blind eye to whatever happens here on his turf, hospitals fix up his boys when he gives the word, and the dealers don't think twice about trying to swindle him out of a deal with shipments of weaponry and Dust and all that jazz. Even so, he wasn't particularly found of this warehouse.

Namely due to the fact that he was forced to choose this location, per the behest of his new employer. GOD was it disgusting to refer to that woman like that. Even now, his pride cried in anger. He was forced to bow down to someone. Him! The ruler of Vale's criminal underworld! The baddest most sharp-dressed gangster in all of Remnant! Forced to bow down to some tramp in a sexy little red number!

Oho, now don't get him wrong, Cinder Fall was a drop dead gorgeous woman. A ten out of ten in his book.

The problem?

She. Was. A. Bitch.

Not that he didn't expect it. With a woman like drop dead gorgeous, she must either be a some miracle girl, or a complete bitch personality wise.

Worse, the only upside was that she had connections...LOTS of connections.

Connections that implied that if he crossed her...they would find no trace of his existence. Dust, weaponry, White Fang grunts...whoever she was, she was high up. Bigger than even he was. How else was she able to get the White Fang, the biggest human haters on this planet, to work with her? Even now, he was both impressed and terrified.

Seriously...why can't any of the hot women he meets in this shitty life be a sweet down-home girl?

"You're late, Roman." a cold, mature yet alluring voice called out as he reached the back of the warehouse, where his "office" was located.

There, sitting on a small pile of crates, was Cinder Fall herself.

Ashen black hair that fell down past the shoulder, bangs curved over the left eye. Pools of warm yellow, burning softly like amber. A dark-red, off-the-shoulders, v-neck minidress with yellow designs. There was a blue feather-like accessory on her right hip, at the top of an open portion of her dress. The dress ended in an upside-down triangular tail in the back, ending just above the knees. There was a baseball diamond-shaped keyhole on the dress' upper back at the same height as her chest. The sleeves end in a triangle shape, which were wrapped or tied around her middle finger, with the gold designs of the sleeve taking over at the wrists. Sadly, even though she sat with her legs crossed - her dress slightly parted - she wore black shorts underneath rather than lingerie. Around her neck was a black collar.

Roman rolled his eyes. "Oh, spare me the lecture." he told her as he twirled his cane around. "I managed to finish my job, however troublesome it was. Oh, speaking of which, I thought you were supposed to help in my getaway?" He leveled a small glare at her, tapping the cane against the floor. "You said the job was supposed to be easy. The damn shop was at the rats ass end of town! Instead, who do I find mucking up my operations? A Huntsman, that's who."

Cinder smiled thinly, shifting her legs in a reverse position while she drummed a finger against her cheek. "Yet here you are in one piece." she countered. "Alive, well...and making good on your end of the bargain."

"Yeah, no thanks to you." the criminal scoffed. "I had to rely on Neo and a brat to help me out. Real nice knowing my boss cares so much about me."

"Now, that's rather harsh." Cinder purred, her smile growing. "Didn't I tell you before? We're both working together. A simple partnership. Nothing more."

Oh, how he wanted to call bullshit on that. This was hardly a partnership. She made that perfectly clear the first day. He fell for her womanly charms, much to Neo's amusement - she always said that he'd end up dead because of some sexy little minx - and now look at him. The top dog, forced to work for a femme fatale. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

"At any rate...you said you encountered a Huntsman?"

"Yeeep." Roman drawled out his reply, letting out a pop at the end. "Green hair, messy, smelled a shit-ton like coffee. Only reason why I didn't end up bruised like a banana is 'cause some kid at the shop helped me out." He let out a small chuckle. He still remembered her street rat answer from before. Hopefully, she was back home. "Only reason she did is cause I stopped one of Junior's boys from robbing her. Kid didn't look like she had much on her in the first place. A regular street rat."

"Is that so..." She hummed. "And she assisted in your escape because of that?"

"Pretty much in a nutshell." Roman shrugged. "Still, I'll admit the kid has some skills. She managed to keep the Hunstman at bay before we escaped." Cinder seemed to grow curious. Immediately, Roman put a lid on the conversation. He knew that look in her eye...and he immediately stopped her right there. "Anyway...what's the next part of the plan? More dust?"

"Until the next phase." came the simple, curt reply.

Roman groaned. "You're killin' me here, Fall."


The Rat's Nest certainly lived up to it's name as both an underground fight ring and a den for pretty much every criminal activity you can think of.

The air reeked of cigarrete smoke and blood as booths, lining the walls, sat on all sides with tables cluttered with drinks, foods and half-finished cigars. At each table was at least one shady looking person, either vigilant of their surroundings and ready to leap at the moment's notice or simply kept to themselves. It was, also, something of a gentleman's club of sorts. Waltzing around were women wearing revealing dresses, the more bold ones dressed like casino bunny girls with fishnet stockings, a one-piece suit that hugged their assets, and bunny ears atop their head. The men swooned over them like horny dogs, few even taken to the back room for extra 'services.'

Yang, however, did not come here for pleasure. At least, not of the sexual kind. She came her for the pleasure of flesh being struck against flesh - of blood spilling across her knuckles.

She came to fight.

"Huh." she said simply as she looked around. "Not too shabby. Though it stinks like a shithole."

[What did you expect?] Neo typed with an eyebrow at her hairline. [Five-star hotel?]

"Not really. Just thought it'd be better than the usual underground rings I've fought in. But it smells like all the rest of them." Yang gave a shrug as she looked around. Since there wasn't any ring as far as she could see, this was probably just the reception area. She walked through the crowd in hopes of finding the location of the arena. The sooner she could get started, the better.

As the two girls entered the apparent reception area, one of the tenants of the nearby booths stumbled out. "H-hey, good lookin'..." the man slurred, breath reeking of alcohol as he walked up to Yang and Neo. "Y-you look for a good time?"

"Mm, maybe." Yang responded with a sly grin, putting a hand on her hip. "Why? Know any good places?"

"Oh I...I got a place in mind..." The tenant slurred. "You got a name, darlin'?"

"Oh, I have one...but you can just call me SIR." The next second, the drunk let out a high pitched squeal as Yang's hand went and pressed his family jewels into a vice-tight grip. Neo silently applauded the girl for her brutality. "Now...I'm going to ask this once..." Yang emphasized with a tighter squeeze. "...where do people register for the underground brawls?"

"I-IN THE BACK!" the drunk man cried, the pain instantly making him sober. "GUY WITH AN EYEPATCH! FRONT DESK! CAN'T MISS HIM!"

"Thanks~" With an impressive feat of strength, she threw the drunk back at his booth. His body crashed straight into the table, destroying everything on it and leaving him on the floor, put into a stupor.

The two females marched on, Neo only sparing a passing glance before turning back to Yang. [That was pretty harsh...I like it.]

"Eh, what can I say?" Yang smirked. "I like playing rough."

Oh, Neo was already aware of that. And if she were being honest, she was starting to wonder if she was falling in love. Yang certainly had a killer body, and from the look of it, she wasn't afraid of getting her hands dirty. Perhaps she could try and swoon the girl? Maybe flirt? Nah, sounded like too much trouble. She didn't like beating around the bush. Plus, she was apparently already in a relationship, if the look she shared with the Cat Faunus back at the motel was any indication.

Then again, when has that ever stopped her?

She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind when they eventually reached what could be the registration desk. Sure enough, the drunk man was correct, as seated at the desk was a burly man with bronze skin with ripped muscles, barely constrained by a black muscle t-shirt, a bald head, and an eyepatch over his left eye. He also had a salt-and-pepper like beard etched over his chin, marring his jaw, just below his sunken cheeks. In his hands was a newspaper, feet propped up on the table.

"You guy the who sets up the fights?" Yang called. The man lowered the newspaper and quirked an eyebrow, seeing two young women walking up to his desk. "I'm here for a round or two. Any takers?"

"...lady, do you know where you are?"

"Hm, let me think..." Yang tapped her chin. "A shitty place that smells like blood, sex and smoke...a really scary-lookin thug for a receptionist...and a place where just about every shady guy who's secretly a virgin comes to get laid...ooh, I know~ A bar with a fight club?"

"You tryin' to be funny or somethin'?" The guy glowered at her. "If so, then buzz off. This place ain't for little ladies like you and your short-stack friend."

Neo felt her eyebrow twitch.

"Wow, dude. Bit rude, don't you think?"

The man grunted. "Blow off, bimbo. Take your half-sized pint friend and-"

In the next second, a flash of silver came at him. He found his newspaper cut in half, and behind him, the wall was left with a scar. Stunned, Yang and the man looked at Neo, who was now holding a blade in her hand. 'Where the hell did she get that?' Yang wondered. 'I'm pretty sure she wasn't carrying that before!'

The diminutive female casually twirled the blade in her hand while her other hand held onto her closed parasol, which was no missing the handle at the base. Her eyes were narrowed in a lethal, irritated glare.

"T-the hell?" the man balked before his lone eye glared in anger. "Now, look here you little shit-!"

In response, Neo stabbed the blade into the desk, intimidating the man. She then took out her scroll and input a few keys before showing him the message.

[This short-stack happens to have a name: Neopolitan. I think it would clear things up if I mentioned the name Roman Torchwick?]

Upon reading the latter's name in the message, the man blanched. These girls were associated with Torchwick? Fuuuuuuuck...

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...wait, Neopolitan?!

If it were any possible, the man's face paled even further, whiter than a ghost. He knew that name. Hell, there was barely anyone who DIDN'T! "I-I'm sorry!" the man whined. "I-I honestly didn't mean to!"

[Shut it.] Neo ceased, eyes blazing. [Just sign me and Yang Xiao Long up for a fight. Moreover, for your comment, you better pay us double. Unless, of course...you don't value your manhood.]

"Y-Yes ma'am!" The man stammered anxiously as he quickly signed them up for an upcoming match.

Smiling, Neo removed the sword from the desk and sheathed it back into the parasol. With that, she and Yang then left towards where the ring was located.

"And you called me harsh." Yang marveled. "That was brutal...yet strangely awesome all the same time."

[Thank you, darling.] Neo smirked. [There's a good reason why I've worked with my associate for so long. We just work so well together...]

"Obviously." the blonde grinned, draping an arm around the smaller girl's shoulder. "I bet he must get exhausted with you around."

Neo snickered. [He wishes. I like guys as much as the next girl, but personally speaking, girls are much better company. For example, girls don't have fishing hooks that break.]

"Oof." Yang winced. "That bad of an experience?"

[What can I say? I'm a hard woman to please~]


"ACHOO!"

Ruby looked up from her Scroll, finding Blake rubbing her nose. "Whoa, you okay, Blake?" she asked, concerned. "That sounded like a big one."

"I don't know...I don't feel sick...must've been someone talking about me." The Faunus shrugged as she wiped her nose.

"I still don't understand how that even works." Weiss stated. "It's scientifically impossible for someone to sneeze, simply because someone is talking about them!"

"I don't know...doesn't it happen in Blake's books though?" Ruby questioned.

"That is purely fictional circumstance!"

The cat faunus sighed, shaking her head. It seemed like they were about to go back into another argument. For some reason, their arguments always centered around the idea of fiction and whatnot being the same thing. As far as she was concerned, she didn't care much for it. At this point in time, she knew that her sneezes were because someone was talking about her.

More specifically, a certain buxom blonde brawler.

Initially, she was hesitant on letting her go to the fighting ring with that Neo girl. Mainly due to the fact they knew little to nothing about her. All they knew was that Ruby helped her associate, but other than that, nothing. It was dangerous, allowing her to go on ahead with an unknown. The last time they trusted someone, they were stabbed in the back, nearly robbed, and Ruby...

She shut her eyes, trying to force the image from her mind. She didn't even want to think about what happened.

After the incident, the four girls became more careful. Anyone they came across, they were weary of. As far as Blake was concerned, the only trustworthy people was anyone who didn't trust them, the White Fang to some extent...and themselves. Of course, the incident only made Weiss more protective towards Ruby. For several months, she wouldn't let the little red reaper out of her sight, going with her or forcing her to stay behind with her. It took some serious convincing on Yang's part to try and lessen her protective nature, since they knew that Ruby would be stubborn.

In the meantime, though...they had to stay low. If they caused too much trouble, then what happened back at Mistral and Vacuo was going to repeat.

She still failed to see how Yang saw being wanted criminals as "being popular." It only painted an even bigger target on their backs, thus making their lives even harder than before.

It would also make her job harder as well. Even now, she was still trying to understand how to get at Cinder Fall. So far, her only leads were Roman Torchwick and Mercury Black. The former was going to be tough to get at, given his reputation and status. The latter...she had no idea where to start looking. An irritated sigh escaped her as she chose to look through her Scroll, hoping that one of her contacts had information.

As she did, the TV blared.

[-w hours ago, a Dust shop near the end of town, From Dust 'till Dawn, was attacked and robbed by the nefarious criminal Roman Torchwick.] Instantly, her amber eyes focused on the screen, as did Weiss and Ruby, who shifted up from their position and clamored up to the foot of the squeaky bed. [Once again, large quantities of Dust were taken, though many of his associates were captured due to the efforts of Beacon Academy's own history professor and retired Huntsman, Bartholomew Oobleck. Unfortunately, the criminal was able to escape with the aid of two young women.]

The screen showed a blurry image of a girl wearing a cloak carrying a scythe - easily recognizable as Ruby Rose, while the other was none other than Neopolitan, her form much sharper and clearer compared to Ruby's.

[While the other assailant has yet to be confirmed, one had been identified as Neopolitan, who authorities believe to be Torchwick's right-hand man. If you have any information regarding this incident, please contact the number down at the screen. This is Lisa Lavender, signing off.]

Slowly, two sets of eyes turned towards Ruby, who bore a nervous smile on her face. "...Ruby?" Weiss gave the girl a sickly sweets mile. "Care to explain?"

"...I'm screwed, aren't I?"

"Yes." Blake said, narrowing her eyes. "Yes you are."

The only response she could give was a pitiful whine, awaiting the torture that would soon come.


"UNBELIEVABLE! I-I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES FOLKS! OUR NEWCOMERS JUST TOOK DOWN THE TOP 3 OF THE RAT'S NEST!" The announcer shouted in complete shock and awe. The crowd shared his sentiment in the form of wild cheers.

In the middle of the ring, Yang stood tall atop three unconscious bodies. Their limbs were broken and their faced were completely bruised and swelling. There was also some discoloration across their bodies from internal bleeding. Not far was Neo, who was simply content with sitting around in the background unlike the brawler who enjoyed the spotlight. She was busy looking over her nails, as if looking for imperfection.

She wasn't worried, however. She knew the girl could handle herself. It was evident when she saw Yang throw a punch strong enough to crack a sternum and a few ribs.

And this was with her bare hands.

In matches like this, weapons were allowed. High stakes was just another fancy way of saying 'no rules.' Yang had gauntlets that functioned like shotguns, capable of double damage. They could also function as long range shots, but didn't do as much. She truly was a brawler who struck fast and heavy. Of course, Neo was just as good in a fight. She couldn't kill 'em, sadly. That was pretty much the only real rule in matches. Instead, she just beat the hell out of them with her parasol and heels.

Ah, the wonders of stiletto heels...

Most people, even women, would consider them to be impractical in a fight given the need to practice balance while wearing them. But it all came naturally to Neo. She had w wonderful sense of balance and grace that she made wearing heels look completely easy. Plus, the heels of her boots were sharpened to the point of blades, making it quite enjoyable to use in a fight. She could kick and stab people all at the same time~

And then, of course, there was the beauty of matches like this. Kicks to the balls were acceptable. Though she doubted the guys wouldn't be having kids anytime soon.

Once the match was finished and over with, and their money collected, the two girls left the club. "Hm, not bad~" Yang hummed in delight as she ran a thumb over the wad of lien in her hands. "Junior says I get paid more if I keep the number 1 spot for a week. Should be interesting~" She let out a giggle as she pocketed away the money, and then looked at Neo. "Thanks for the help, Neo. You know, you're not as bad as I thought."

Neo smirked, holding up her scroll. [Hey, street rats stick together, you know?] she answered. [Besides...something tells me you're a lot of fun to hang out with.]

"Oh, you have no idea." Yang grinned, crossing her arms. "Trust me, I'll be Xiao-ing you a good time!"

Silence.

Just pure silence.

[...no.] Neo stated flatly. [Just no.]

Yang groaned, throwing her hands in the air. "Why can't anyone appreciate a good joke?"

[People can...just not yours.] She typed.

"Fuck you." Yang snapped.

Strangely, the same smile Neo had back at Junior's club showed up as she wagged a finger. Yang frowned, recognizing it as the signal to come closer. She leaned forward, enough for Neo to act. Her hand whipped out and grabbed the collar of her shirt, pulling her forward. Yang would have recognized this as a hostile act and fought back...

...if not for the fact that she found her lips connecting with Neo's.

For several moment's the blonde's mind short-circuited. The petite woman used this opportunity to pry the girl's lips open with her tongue. Yang was certainly no stranger to tongue action. Lord knows she's done this to Blake so many times. A part of her brain that was still working noted how the girl's mouth tasted like ice cream.

It was ironic really, given her name was Neopolitan. But hey, who was she to complain?

Much to her (surprising) disappointment, Neo pulled back, leaving her in a dazed stupor while the petite girl licked her lips, savoring the taste. "...t-the fuck..." Yang muttered, still dazed. Neo gave her a wink while she stuck out her tongue. Just as Yang recovered, Neo was gone in a flash of light, causing her to blink and look around rapidly. She was too confused to wonder what the hell just happened. Her fingers went to her lips, recalling how the girl had kissed her. The only other girl to do that was Blake, but even then, it was more or less nervous and shyly.

Neo? She was aggressive, like herself.

Suddenly, her scroll vibrated. She pulled it out out from her pocket and opened it up. To her shock, it was Neo.

[If you want a good time, just hook me up at Junior's place~ And if you want, bring the sexy kitty cat along. Always wanted to try a threesome~ ;P]

Yang's face flushed slightly, pink dusting her cheeks. Yep. That girl was definitely aggressive.

"...I'm too sober for this." she decided, pocketing her Scroll and making her way back home. A shame the apartment didn't come with beer or whiskey or anything. She felt like she could use it.


"...Jaune?"

"Yeah, Ren?"

"What are you wearing?"

At this point, Nora could no longer contain her laughter while Jaune cocked his head in confusion, looking down at his attire. As per Goodwitch's words, they had entered the ballroom. It was quite crowded, making it hard to find a decent place to sleep, though the four teens eventually found a place near the back of the room. For some reason, though, when he came out in his comfy blue onesie, people were either looking at him funny, snickering or outright laughing.

"What's wrong with my onesie?" he asked innocently, honestly finding no problem with his nightwear. "It's perfectly comfortable."

"...You look like an over-sized toddler in that thing." Ren stated bluntly. Don't even get him started on the cartoonish bunny rabbit on the front.

"Don't you have anything else you can wear?"

"I do, but I'm already wearing this, aren't I?"

Pyrrha giggled softly while Ren sighed, rubbing his temples. Nora, meanwhile, continued to laugh and roll about on the ground, holding her stomach. "I, for one, think it looks good on you, Jaune." she threw in her two cents, much to Ren's displeasure. "It must be very comfy."

"It is~" the blonde knight grinned. "My sisters made it for me."

He was quite proud of this fact. He loved his family dearly, and they supported him in his decision in attending Beacon. So he would do his best and become the best Huntsman he could be and make them proud. Of course, he also had to thank his teacher as well...even if he was a bit bizarre.

"Remember, kid!" he recalled his teacher once telling him. "Women don't just want confidence in a guy. They need a guy who can make good on his promises! A man of action! That's the beauty of romance!"

Jaune liked to think he had confidence, but he wasn't quite sure if his skills were making good on what he promised. Yes, he could fight efficiently enough to kill a Grimm, but he wasn't sure if his skills were up to par with what the man thought. He still trained everyday, holding himself to the still yet unfulfilled goal of defeating his teacher. He also learned a few things from the man as well, the most important of all being his advice about girls.

For starters, don't even try and go after girls with 'Schnee' in their name. He at least knew that the Schnee's were the leading Dust corporation on Remnant, but he didn't really understand what he meant about that.

At any rate, there had yet to be a girl who caught his fancy...well, other than Pyrrha. She was positively beautiful, though something about her just couldn't let him try and woo her. He wasn't sure what it was. Nervousness, perhaps? Anxiety? Fear? Whatever the case, he was still going to be her friend. The prospect of that idea, when he once suggested it to her while they were getting ready for bed, seemed to excite her, so he must be doing something right. That, and she thought his onesie was great!

Ren still looked perplexed as he folded his arms. "No offense, Jaune," he said. "But if you wear that, chances are, you're going to get bullied."

"Eh, they can try." Jaune shrugged. He had dealt with bullies before plenty back at Glaive Academy. Here wouldn't be any different. "Besides, once again. I reiterate. IT. IS. COMFY."

The Mistralian boy sighed, palming his face. "Alright...just don't say I didn't warn you." Jaune grinned back at him, making the boy sigh again in exasperation. He then turned to Nora...who was still laughing like mad. "Nora, you can stop now."

"Okay, Ren~" The ginger immediately ceased her laughter, sat up on her rear, and gave a mock salute.

Pyrrha and Jaune blinked, turning to Ren. He simply gave a shrug. "She's always been like that..." He replied simply.

The two sweatdropped.


"...what am I looking at exactly?"

"YANG!" Ruby wailed as she struggled to break free from her confines, tears comically falling from her face. "HELP MEEEEE!"

Ruby Rose, the youngest girl of the group of four, was currently suspended from the ceiling tied up in rope. Her arms and feet were bound behind her back as she swung back and forth with rope wrapped around her body in a criss-cross, bondage-like manner. Holding the rope that kept the girl suspended was Weiss while Blake was currently holding a feather, twirling it around her slender digits as she prepared to take off Ruby's shoes.

"Good, you're here." Weiss said. "You can help us start the interrogation."

"What interrogation? What's going on?" Yang questioned.

"Apparently, your little sister assisted in the escape of Roman Torchwick from a robbery last night." Blake answered.

Ruby whined. "I told you before!" she said pitifully. "How was I supposed to know if he was mafia?!"

"Oh, I don't know, how about the fact that he WAS ROBBING A DUST STORE?!" Weiss stressed, eyes bulging out of madness. "We told you to stay out of trouble, and instead you end up helping a wanted criminal!"

"Technically," Blake quipped. "We're wanted criminals too."

"Not the point, Blake!"

While it was true they were wanted criminals, at least they knew how to play it safe. Things like these would just draw attention to themselves and make things increasingly difficult. Especially for Ruby. Thankfully, since the shot was blurry, the idea of someone recognizing her was low. It didn't help matters, however, as there was still the possibility of being found out.

"I-I said I was sorry!"

Yang sighed, scratching the back of her head. "Look, she screwed up," she said. "But hey, it isn't that bad. No one's going to recognize her."

"Except the Huntsman she fought." Blake frowned, crossing her arms. "He would recognize her easily."

"And what are the odds of us running into him?"

"...do you want to tempt fate, Xiao Long?" Weiss narrowed her eyes into a chilling stare. "Cause the last time you did, we ended up on the run from an angry mob in Vacuo."

"Hey! How was I supposed to know that guy recognized me?! He was drunk!"

Blake sighed, palming her face. "Can we please get back on track?" she asked, trying to return the conversation back to its origins. "Because Ruby screwed up, there's a chance that someone is going to be looking for her. Especially the Huntsman she met. We can't keep taking risks."

"I get it." Yang replied. "I really do." She walked over and grabbed a hold of some of the strings of ropes holding Ruby up, and with a swift tug ripped them apart, sending her sister flopping down on the bed with a yelp. "But you can't punish her for a mistake. Besides, I don't think we've got to worry about that."

Weiss huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Pray tell, how?"

"Well, if I remember right, Blake said she had a job to kill some chick named Cinder Fall, who's got Roman Torchwick and the White Fang under her thumb, right?" Weiss and Blake frowned, confused by what she was getting at, but nodded. "And Roman Torchwick is supposed to be some badass criminal, right?"

Ruby quirked her head. "I...guess...?"

"Well...would you believe me if I told you I might know a girl who just might be related to Torchwick in some way?"

Blake's eyes widened. "That girl wouldn't happen to be the same one who saved Ruby, would it?" she asked, earning a nod. "Actually, where is she?"

"Left after we got done kicking ass over at Rat's Nest." Yang answered as she tossed her scroll over to Blake. "I think I found us someone who might be able to keep the heat off our backs."

The Faunus opened the contacts and found the number she was looking for before looking up. Opening up the contact number, she found Neopolitan's name registered on Yang's scroll. "So...you have the contact info of an associate of Torchwick?"

"Yeeeup." Yang grinned.

Blake quirked an eyebrow. "And how did you get it?"

"Would you believe me I told you she's apparently into me and wants to have a threesome with the two of us?"

Upon hearing this, Blake nearly dropped the scroll out of shock. Weiss' face burned atomic red while Ruby cocked her head in confusion. "A...threesome?" she asked, confused. "What's that? A game between three people?"

"Y-you don't need to know!" Weiss said quickly, definitely not willing to let her adorable girlfriend learn about anything related to sex yet. It was pretty much the ironclad rule between her and the older girls of the group. "A-anyway! This...Neo...we saw her on the news. She's pretty all but said to be someone close to Roman. If you really do have her contact info...this may be useful."

Yang nodded. "That's what I thought, though we might wanna play this carefully. I saw how she fights." She gave a wince, remembering how she utterly demolished one of the three opponents they faced. Unfortunately, other than the incident with the registry, she wasn't able to see how she was with her weapon. "I haven't seen her work her magic with her weapon, but she's pretty good when it comes to hand-to-hand combat. And since she's working with Torchwick, pretty sure that means she isn't afraid to kill someone, either."

"That's all but guaranteed." Blake said, managing to get over her earlier shock. She then deepened her brow, holding a hand to her chin. In a way...this was useful. She now had access to one of her targets of interest. And, if she was correct in her assumptions regarding what sort of person Roman Torchwick was...then this would be killing two birds with one stone. She could get at Cinder Fall, and they would have an ally. Of course, it was too soon to tell. For now, they needed to play it safe. There was still so much they needed to learn. "If we do manage to make an ally out of Roman, we could get around Vale a lot easier. He does own a portion of the city, after all."

"Exactly." Yang agreed. "We gotta play this cool, and before you know it, we'll be off the hook and radar."

"IF we're lucky." Weiss said sourly. She then gave a tired sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Forget it...it's late. Let's go to bed. We can figure out our next move tomorrow."

Blake nodded, tossing Yang back her Scroll and hopping off the bed. "I'll take first watch, then."

"Do you really have to do that, Blake?" Ruby asked. She didn't understand the need to keep an eye out. Sure, the district smelled horrible, much like every other dingy place they've been to in the past, but it looked relatively safe enough. "I mean, what are the chances of someone coming for us in an old hotel?"

"It pays to be careful, Rubes." Blake responded before she smiled and ruffled the girl's hair. "Now, go on. Get some sleep. We've got a busy day tomorrow."

"Okay..." The girl replied as she crawled onto the bed and plopped her head on the pillow.

Weiss smiled, shaking her head before she soon joined the girl. In mere moments, the two were snoring their troubles away. Blake couldn't help but allow herself to smile as well. They had been together for so long, so much so that, by now...she considered them to be sisters. People she wanted to protect. She couldn't help but wonder if this was because of what happened back then when her father was-

"MMNGH?!"

She caught caught off guard when Yang cupped her chin and pulled her in for a kiss. In seconds, her mouth was pried open and something thin and slimy explored her insides, coiling around her tongue. She was about to push Yang off and chide her for the surprise attack, but one arm pinned her arm above her head while the other snaked into her pants, sliding down into her underwear. A mewl escaped her, muffled by Yang's kiss, and writhed underneath her grasp. The kiss must have lasted at least a minute before the blonde pulled away, leaving behind a string of saliva and a panting Cat Faunus.

Satisifed with her work, she grinned. "Before you decide and go on guard duty," she said huskly, leaning close to her ear. "Why don't we have some fun first~?"

"B-but..." Blake panted as Yang removed her hand from her wrist, choosing to wrap her fingers into her soft breast. Whenever Yang had her captured like this, she knew she wouldn't be able to fight back. She was a captive of her lover's touch. "W-Weiss and Ruby are..."

"Knocked out six ways from Sunday!" Yang insisted with a smirk. "Plus, Neo got my switch flipped." She giggled as her nose brushed against hers. "I'm not letting you get much sleep tonight, Blakey~"

"A-aah!" Blake gasped when she felt two fingers slip inside her. Before a moan could escape from her throat, Yang captured her again in a kiss.

Blake felt a jolt when Yang's fingers played with her clitoris and curled into her g-spot. Her nether regions were getting moist with each passing motion. Her legs quivered as she soon found herself putting herself deeper into the kiss, wrapping a leg around Yang's waist and an arm around her neck. Mentally, the buxom brawler grinned to herself, realizing that she now had Blake at her mercy. With that in mind, she used the hand groping her chest to undo the knot on her shirt, causing it to fall open and reveal a lacy black bra. Meanwhile, her occupied hand began to run its fingers across the slit of her entrance, which only sent stronger shivers down Blake's back.

She used her index and ring fingers to spread her lower lips open as she prodded inside her using her middle finger. Her amber eyes widened as another moan nearly escaped her, fingers gripping the fabric of Yang's shirt. However, she wasn't quite done yet as she pulled up her bra, revealing her breasts in all their exposed glory, including her perky nipples. Yang then pulled out of the kiss, leaving another string of saliva behind, as well as Blake left in pants, her breaths hot and cheeks flushed. Grinning at her handiwork, she went back to it as she began to deliver small nibbles and kisses along her cheek, slowly making her way down towards her chest. Meanwhile, she continued pump her fingers into her girlfriend.

Not wanting to wake up the two sleeping girls close by, Blake was forced to bite into her knuckles, doing her best to suppress the moans. Dammit, how does Yang keep doing this to her? She was constantly falling into her pace and barely able to fight back. Well, then again...she can't say she's complaining, either. She just wished Yang would do this at an appropriate time and place!

With her free hand beginning to massage, grope and pinch her nipple on one breast, Yang's lips reached the other, giving it a chaste kiss before enveloping it in her mouth. She gently sucked on it while fondling it with her tongue, make it sure to brush over it nice and slowly to get it nice and wet. Back and forth several times. Blake's muffled moans grew even louder. This, coupled with the motion of her fingers, was easily bringing her ever closer to the climax.

Much to her own shame, she always finished far too quickly. Of course, this just made Yang want to bully her more once she caught on to this fact. After all, if she finished quickly, then she would just keep doing it over and over again until she gave out. And with each climax heightening her sensitivity...it will be one hell of a ride.

Seeing her body quivering so much underneath her touch, Yang released her grip over her breast and looked up at Blade with a sadistic smile. "Almost there?" she asked playfully. Blake's pitiful, erotic whimpers were all the answers she received. Snickering, she narrowed her eyes and ceased her finger's movements. The Cat Faunus' eyes widened, bacing herself what was about to happen as Yang pulled her hand away from her mouth and leaned in close for another kiss. "Well, go right ahead~"

With that, she dived back into her mouth, this time grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in deep for it while she inserted a second finger into Blake's warm entrance, and began to slam them deeper inside. At the same time, her thumb toyed with her clit.

At that point, she couldn't hold herself back anymore. The build up was just too much. She tried to hold on as much as she could, but the pressure behind the dam just built up before exploding. Her lower muscles spasmed as liquid flooded out of her crevice. Even still, Yang continued to torture her with pleasure, completely intent of milking out her orgasm. The sex fluids continued to spill out, drenching the blonde's hands, and by extension, Blake's panties. Some of the stuff managed to seep into her pants, creating a small wet damp area in between her legs. Left utterly exhausted, legs shaking madly, Yang pulled out of the kiss.

"You okay there, kitty cat?" she asked.

Blake's mind struggled to get a hold of itself. Her mind was left in a haze of pleasure and sex. After a moment, she found her voice. "Y-you..." she croaked. "Suck..."

"Oh, don't I know it~?" Yang grinned. "Up for round 2?"

"W-wait-aaah~!"

As Yang went back on the attack again, a certain former heiress' face was scarlet red, hands clasped over Ruby's ears while under the guise of cuddling with the petite reaper. 'Y-you horny idiots!' her mind cried, utterly mortified by what she was hearing. 'There's a time and place for everything!'


Morning had arrived for the four teens. Well, more specifically, morning arrived for Nora...and Nora arrived for the three of them.

"WAAAAAAKE Up, LAZY BUTTS!" She cheered as she roused her three friends from their slumber.

Jaune groaned as he rolled over, pressing his pillow against his ears while Pyrrha grimaced, rousing from her slumber. Ren sighed as he sat up, rubbing his eyes and letting out a yawn, stretching his arms.

"It's morning~" the hyperactive girl chanted like a song. "It's morning~ Iiiiit's morning~!"

"Five more minutes..." Jaune murmured, not willing to wake up yet. He was still so sleepy... "Just five more minutes..."

"Sorry, Jaune." Ren told him. "But with Nora, you won't be getting five minutes." Hell, he'd be lucky to get even five seconds with the girl. Yawning again, he pushed the covers off his blanket and stood up, pulling the pillow from Jaune. "Come on. Up and at 'em."

Reluctantly, Jaune began to rouse himself, pulling himself up and rubbing the sand from his eyes. Meanwhile, Pyrrha stretched out the kinks in her body, resulting in a few loud 'pops' from her body. She had to admit, sleeping on the floor was pretty stiff, but more comfortable than she initially thought.

As usual, per the morning ritual everyone went through, they went to the bathroom to wash his teeth. "I can't believe we've been at Beacon for a full 24 hours!" Nora gushed in excitement as she waved her hand around, toothpaste flying everywhere as she did so. Much to Jaune's dismay, some of it landed in his hair, casing him to fuss over it. "Not that I'd thought we'd get kicked out or anything!"

'I wouldn't be surprised if we had...'

"I mean, you're the perfect student and I'm, well, me! And Jaune is Jaune and Pyrrha is Pyrrha!"

'Precisely the reason why we would have been kicked out...'

Next, they returned to the ballroom, and began packing up his things. This was required for all students, as to be prepared for whether or not you would be staying or sent home, should you not make the cut at Initiation. He focused on tying up his sleeping bag while Nora continued to speak at rapid pace, brushing her hair. "But it's craaazy, you know? We've been friends for sooo long! What were the odds that we'd still be together?"

She paused. The blonde and redhead looked at her, quirking an eyebrow at what she just said.

"Well, not TOGETHER, together. I mean, not saying that you're not handsome! You are handsome, but that'd just be weird...right?"

'Not really...'

After packing up, they then made their way to the mess hall. Perhaps the most vital of the morning ritual when starting combat school early; sustenance. After all, one could never fight on an empty stomach. However, slightly to Ren's displeasure, he learned that breakfast consisted of pancakes. It wasn't that Ren disliked pancakes, don't get him wrong, it was just...he had grown tired of it. The reason was still talking. "Right, what was I thinking?" Nora said, her mouth full of a as-of-yet eaten pancake. "But still, I hope we end up on the same team together!" With a loud slurp, and in a single gulp, Nora gobbled down the pancake whole, causing Jaune and Nora to stare at her with large eyes as they wisely chose to guard their food with their lives. "Ooh, we should come up with some sort of plan! To make sure we end up on the same team!" The girl tilted her head, a hand on her chin. "What if we bribe the headmaster? No, wait, that won't work! He has the school."

'If anyone did end up with you on their team, they'd go nuts...'

Finally, after an hour or so, Ren had arrived at the locker room, gathering his equipment, and making sure everything was in place. Jaune was having trouble finding his locker, remarking that he would have had to count rather high to make sure the number was accurate while Pyrrha was inspecting her weapon for any last-minute problems. Nora had followed along, as he had fully expected...and still talking lightning quick. "I know! We'll have some sort of signal! Like a distress signal!" she declared, finger pointed straight at the sky. Then, she gasped, darting to his right. "A secret signal we can use to find each other in the forest!"

'Wait for it...'

Nora popped up to his left, looking genuinely curious as he pulled Storm Flower out from his locker, slipping it into his sleeves. "Can you imitate a sloth?"

"...Nora?" Ren said in a tired tone.

"Yes, Ren?"

"...I don't think sloths make a lot of noise."

The girl's face fell, as if in disappointment. However, it vanished not even a second later and was replaced by a grin of jubilation. "That's perfect! No one would even know it's us! It will be the perfect signal!"

Jaune, after having managed to find his sword and shield, walked over to the Mistralian boy with Pyrrha, both of whom looked quite amused. "Does she always talk like this?"

"You have absolutely no idea." Ren sighed, shaking his head before turning to his friend. "Come on, Nora. Let's go."

Nora grinned, snapping into a salute. "Roger dodger!"

With that, the four teens took off, making way for the cliff that overlooked the Emerald Forest. The place where it would soon become make or break.

The place to decide whether or not they would become Huntsman.

Girls Night Out: END


And I'm back with another chapter, along with some steamy action. Truth be told, I have not attempted anything worthy of 'smut' level since my DC LEGACY story, and it's been ages since I touched it. Anyway, with Neo showing interest in Yang, and probably not of the healthy variety, along with the possibility of finding an unlikely ally here in Vale, what's awaiting the RWBY crew? Especially when Cinder's apparently started to show an interest in Roman's new unknown helper?

As always, there is but one way to find out.

Hopefully, I can start showing a bit more love for this story, especially since I've started to cook up some interesting story plots. Regarding some of you guys asking whether or not the girls will end up in Beacon...that answer lies in their future encounter with Team JNPR, especially with what I have planned in regards to Volume 1's Climax. Won't say anything...but I assure you, it'll be EPIC.

Once again, shout out to Daemon of Wrath for helping me with this chapter. I definitely recommend our collab work: "Of Crystal Shards and Dust." We've only gotten three updates on our latest chapter, and reviews are our lifeblood. Needless to say, give me some love too with reviews and tell me what you guys think so far.

Until next time, guys.