Disclaimer: You are probably tired of hearing this, but I claim no ownership over Pokemon or RWBY.
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Yellow Prologue: It's a Whole New World We Live In
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"As White Fang activity in the region increases..."
Zap!
"...fantastic farewell concert by Weiss Schnee last night..."
Zap!
"...Pyrrha Nikos, youngest Gym Leader of the Remnant Region..."
Zap!
"...ACE Trainer Coco Adel may have won the Vytal Conference, but Winter Schnee has conclusively proven the Elite Four are a class apart..."
Zap!
"Here we are, folks! The Mistral Electabuzzes versus Vale's Vileplumes! Can the Electabuzzes come back after their recent string of losses-"
"Turn that off already," Hei Xiong, better known as Junior, said as he looked over his newspaper.
"But boss, it's the Electabuzzes final chance to make the championship," said one of his many black-suited underlings, pointing at the TV screen.
"And they'll lose again. Just like they have lost every single season so far," Junior said. "You think the costumers want to see that?"
"Eh..."
"They don't," Junior said, cutting off the grunt before he could even form a sentence. "Turn it off already and you know what? You're in charge of the music tonight. Put on the suit."
The poor grunt sighed but wordlessly followed his orders. A few of his fellow grunts gave him sympathetic glances. No one liked to wear the Ursaring suit. Junior's club may have air conditioning but once it was filled to the brim with people, music, and noise, the suit became unbearably hot to be in.
For his part, Junior just sighed and ordered a new drink. Sometimes, he wondered what it would be like to have more competent people working for him. Being a club owner/information dealer was already hard work. He didn't need workers with questionable choices in sports teams ruining his club's image.
Luckily, it was still early and there were barely any clients around. Best of all, no signs of-
The door to the club burst open.
"Guess who?" A boisterous voice yelled out with way too much cheer.
Oh, no.
Slowly, Junior turned around.
Violet eyes and a long mane of golden hair.
It was her.
Luckily, the grunts already had their orders and they made sure to give her a wide berth as she made her way towards him.
"What does a girl have to do around here to get a Strawberry Sunrise with one of those little umbrellas-"
"Out!" Junior yelled, pointing to the door while not so subtly moving behind the bar. He wasn't running away. He was just putting as many obstacles as possible between his crotch and her hands.
He had heard what happened to the others.
The blonde frowned and clicked her tongue. "They talked."
"Girl, you destroyed their clubs," Junior pointed out. "It wasn't hard to miss."
"Whatever. That just makes things simple," the girl said as she took a seat in front of him. "You already know what I am looking for. You can tell me what you know or we can have a repeat of what happened in every other one of your family's clubs I have visited."
"Can't you just go to the police and fill out a missing person's form like everyone else?" Junior asked while pressing a button underneath the counter.
It wasn't that he didn't know anything about the woman the girl was looking for. His brother had sent him a copy of the picture. He had recognized that face. It was infamous in all the wrong circles.
He could tell the girl what little he knew and save himself a lot of trouble.
He could do that and then a couple of days later he'd disappear and never be seen again.
Junior would rather deal with increasingly high insurance costs, thank you very much.
"Dad did that years ago. Didn't work. Look, this is not hard. You go to an Officer Jenny if you want police help. Don Georges manage the Battle Clubs. You are a Junior. You have nice clubs, deal in shady stuff, and sell information."
"Hey, I run a perfectly legitimate business here!" Junior said, more out of habit than anything else.
The girl snorted. "If you did, your family would have complained about me to the police ages ago. Anyway, do we have a deal or what?"
Junior saw two figures walking down the stairs and smiled. "I think not. Here's a tip girl: When you start making waves. People take notice. You know what happens next?"
"Yang, it's been, like, forever since we last saw you."
"They prepare," Junior finished, crossing his arms.
Yang turned and saw two teenage girls walking up to her. They were twins with long black hair, green eyes, and heavy make-up. One of them wore a white dress with a white feather scarf. The other one had a red dress with black fur hanging over her shoulders held at the front by a gray chain.
Melanie and Militiades Malachite were both trainers with five badges to their name. Were it not for their involvement in less than legal activities, they'd have probably made it to ACE. As things were, they had no problem lending their talents to the right bidder.
When Junior had learned what was happening to his brothers and cousins, he had known he was going to need extra security and hired the best he could afford. He was counting on the twins dealing with the blonde troublemaker.
Which was why he was understandably confused when, instead of showing fear or hesitation, Yang's face lit up.
"Melanie! Miltia! It's a joy to see you," Yang said. She even waved.
The twins' eyes narrowed imperceptibly.
"Yang," the one in white, Melanie, began threateningly. "We are warning you. Don't start again."
"Oh, come on! Don't tell me you are still nursing a grudge."
"Strike two," Miltia said, her fingers dangerously close to one of the Poke Balls in her belt.
Yang stared at the twins. The twins stared back. For a moment there was silence.
It lasted about three seconds as Yang took the deepest breath she could.
"You know what your favorite thing to do to a Pokemon is? To Kyurem. When I find something funny, you find it humerus. You know you like to gamble because you are always feeling Chansey, but the only card game you know is Poker-us. Joys! You two are Nurse Joys and that's never not going to be funny!"
The Poke Balls flew.
"Hitmonchan, take care of her."
"Hitmonlee, Blaze Kick her hair off."
Needless to say, Junior's club did not survive the night.
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Yellow Prologue - End
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AN: And that's the last of the prologues down.
For those who are (somehow) not familiar with Pokemon, any city will always have a Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny which somehow look the same. They are not even the only case of large families with completely identical members.
In this fic, Junior joins that tradition because every city needs a shady bar.
And the Malachites are part of the Joy family. Because it amuses me.
Next time, the real story starts at last!
