A/N: Chapter 11! In this one, we'll see some awesome shit for the Mad King's genetic experiment ;D , and we'll see the beginnings of a plan begin to take place.
I know you've probably been wondering, why the fuck does the Mad King speak like a pompous asshole? Well, figure that he does seem himself as royalty, and I want his speech to reflect that. So as a result, he speaks more eloquently than others.
Oh, and I highly recommend you listen to One Winged Angel (Advent Children version) while I kill off one of RWBY's most hated characters XD and it won't be pleasant, either. It'll be pretty graphic.
A Drunken Marriage of Thievery
Summary: Life couldn't have gotten worse for Jaune. After getting kicked out of Beacon for his fake transcripts, he just wanted to drink to forget it. Too bad he couldn't remember anything afterwards and woke up in bed with that dark-skinned beauty he met at the bar.
*Chapter 11*
The Mad King smirked as he sat in his dark throne, a pair of servants having carried it to the fighting arena he had built in the city of Vacuo. To the general populace of the kingdom, he was nothing more than a philanthropist and powerful business owner; a man who truly gave for the wealth of the kingdom. Even the headmaster of Shade Academy believed it; the Mad King practically had the entire kingdom wrapped around his cruel fingers, and no one dared to believe what he really was. 'Such pathetic little insects. They will soon burn like the despicable parasites they are. And I will use the new tool to bring their mortal peril.'
Hojo's experiment, now code-named 'Angel of Despair', was ready to begin its first real test for combat. Wanting to enjoy a good fight, the Mad King decided the test should take place in the gladiatorial arena he constructed for the sole purpose of duels to the death; it would be nothing short of a disgrace if he wasn't allowed to spectate on the wondrous festival of slaughter from his throne.
"My King," his favorite fox Faunus knelt down before him, happily growling as her ears were stroked by his callous-free hands. "The fight is ready to begin. Is there anything else you wish for before it begins?"
"No, my little sweet," the Mad King delicately ran a thumb over the velvety soft ears. "All I desire for at the moment is the pleasant company of yourself while we observe this wondrous spectacle together. After all, they say these things are far more thrilling to watch with the company of another as to being alone."
"As you wish, my King." She was going to kneel on the ground, and the Mad King shook his head; it would be disrespectful to allow such a fine specimen of the fairer sex act like one of the whores that used to occupy his chambers in the days before his imprisonment. No, he always made sure those who served him faithfully were richly rewarded.
"Please, do not kneel on the ground like a wench scooped off the street," he gently reprimanded. "I ask that you take a proper seat, as befitting of a woman such as yourself." He snapped his fingers, and another pair of his faithful servants brought over a comfortable chair for her, bowing before exiting.
"T-thank you, my King," she stammered, sitting down next to him. "I'm honored that you think so highly of a lowly Faunus as myself."
"Oh, my little sweet Alicia," the Mad King crooned, petting her head and letting her rest it in his lap. "You have permission to call me by my name. When it's just the two of us, of course. After all, we can't let every juicy little secret escape to the mindless drones of the masses, can we?" 'No one has caught onto our little affair. Who would ever suspect that the one I decide to share my throne with would be one of my own servants?'
"As you wish, Ryan." She hesitated, as if the simple word was foreign to her; no one apart from Salem had ever been able to address him by his given name, not even Cinder or Hojo. She repositioned her head in his lap, her soft hands feeling the silky fabric of his kilt. "May I be so bold as to ask where in Remnant you find such finely stitched clothing as this? The seams are flawless and tailored to perfection."
"I'm afraid one cannot simply buy clothing like this," the Mad King answered with a smile. "Everything you see me adorn is handmade, by a master of the thread and needle out in the great deserts of Vacuo. I would have had him perform his duties in my service, but sadly, his talent would have been wasted by the petty squabbles of my own men wanting to dress themselves in attire far beyond their standing." 'I almost feel sorry wasting their repugnant lives. But, the next piece of carnage beckons for my attention.'
He watched as a former member of the White Fang organization was thrown into the gladiatorial ring, and he smirked. "Ah, and here is the main course. A delicious piece of their benevolent resistance. Wouldn't you say?"
Alicia's amber eyes were livid upon seeing her own species, and she looked like she wanted to spit at the Faunus below. "Pitiful. He's a disgrace to our kind. He has no right to call himself a Faunus for the way he's treated his own kind. What's his name?"
The Mad King was practically dancing inside; he got to see a whole new side of his little mistress that no one else ever got to see, and it was beautiful. There truly was something attractive about seeing the way her ears flattened against the side of her head and watching her eyes blaze with anger. "I believe his name is Adam Taurus. Former White Fang commander, since gone rogue after attempting to mount a coup on High Leader Sienna Kahn. His punishment for his betrayal is a long and agonizing death at the hand of Hojo's new pet."
Adam Taurus was tall, perhaps about the same height as the Mad King, and he wore a coat now riddled with tears. His red eyes were glossy, possibly from his torture at the hands of Hojo, and he fumbled with his weapons as the scientist's creation took his first steps onto the battlefield.
He was dressed in a black coat with silver pauldrons, black trousers, and black boots. In his left hand was a seven-foot long katana, and his facial features were graced with what could only be described as calm sadism.
"We are awaiting your approval, my King," Hojo's voice crackled over the arena's loudspeaker.
"You may proceed," the Mad King smirked, folding his hands in his lap.
It was certainly going to be a bloody spectacle.
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Adam could only stare at his opponent, his limbs sluggish from that twisted scientist injecting him with various drugs. "Who the hell are you!?"
The silver-haired man blinked his cat-like eyes, his sword tight in his hands. "I…am your despair." He lunged forward with surprising speed, and Adam barely had enough time to block the strike aimed for his throat. Whoever this man was, he was going for the kill.
Adam countered, sending a series of slashes towards his adversary. The silver-haired swordsman blocked each strike almost effortlessly, a small smile creeping up on his face. The way he moved so gracefully was astonishing. Almost as if he weren't a human.
Like he was created, rather than birthed.
Adam wiped his eyes, trying to shake off the sluggishness, and he raised his rifle to fire at him. "Die, damn you!"
The man parried the bullets easily, sighing in disappointment as he closed the distance between them. His sword again flashed towards Adam's body, and the bull Faunus barely reacted in time, blocking it with his own red blade. Sparks flew from the metal colliding, and the man's twisted smirk only grew. "Oh, now you're finally showing me a fight?"
He slid his sword down, catching the handle and sending it flying out of Adam's grasp. The Faunus could only watch in horror as he was disarmed so easily, and the silver-haired swordsman slashed at him with blinding speed, breaking through his aura and sending him crashing into the arena walls.
Adam fell on all fours, blood dripping from his wounds, and he yelled out in agony as the man's long katana stabbed him in the shoulder. "AHHHHH!"
He gripped the blade, trying to yank it out, and the man lifted him into the air with his sword. As the Faunus struggled to free himself, the man's cat-like eyes seemed to glow. "Is this the pain you felt when she abandoned you?"
Adam's eyes widened. How the hell did he know about Blake!? He never told anyone how bad it hurt, and he sure as hell didn't remember telling the swordsman about it.
This person must have been able to read his very mind and see his darkest secrets. He wasn't human at all.
A single black wing grew from his right shoulder like he was an angel of death, and he grinned. "Let me remind you of what pain truly is." With a powerful downward motion, he threw Adam to the ground. The bull Faunus landed hard, and before he could recover, he screamed out in pain again as his legs were sliced off.
He clutched the bloody stumps with a whimper, blood coating his hands, and he crawled towards his rifle. The silver-haired man watched with a cruel smile; he was toying with him, and relished in watching him suffer.
Adam gripped his rifle, aimed it at the swordsman and fired. The bullet was again blocked, and this time, an arm went flying with his rifle. The bastard had cut off his arm, and it was over. Adam's pained screams were cut abruptly short by the man swinging his sword down through his skull to his chest. The body convulsed, and the man let out an unimpressed scoff before slicing his dead enemy in half vertically. Blood and guts showered his coat, and he shook the blood off of his sword before turning away.
"You were weak."
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Qrow rubbed his eyes, yawning and shaking his flask to make sure he still had alcohol in it. No sound resonated from it, and he groaned in annoyance; he hated running out of his favorite whiskey. Especially when he had just finished his work for the day and wanted nothing more than a drink.
Using a combination of both his standing and lien, he was able to get the criminal mischief charges against Jaune and Emerald dropped. The kids didn't need to worry about being wanted before they made their move to take down Cinder.
He stretched, his back letting out a satisfying pop, and he heard an amused laugh behind him. "Shouldn't you be laying down with those noises your back is making, old man?"
He turned, and he saw Lightning leaning against his tent nonchalantly. "And shouldn't you be on the cover of 'Most Emo Huntresses', Pinky?" 'It's been too long. The last time we were alone together, it was a night we both enjoyed and regretted.'
Lightning scoffed, blowing a strand of her pink hair out of her face. "Nice to see you haven't lost that witty tongue of yours."
"Hey, you got to experience the tongue first hand," Qrow chuckled, ducking as Light picked up the nearest object (in this case a case of Dust ammunition) and threw it at him. "What? You definitely enjoyed it."
Light sighed, walking over to him and placing her Buster Sword down next to Qrow's weapon. "I did, and I hated that you left. Why did you do it? Why did you leave Atlas to go back to Vale? Why did you leave…me?"
Qrow looked away guiltily, unable to meet those blue eyes. "You know why. If we stayed together, you would've suffered the same fate as Summer. I already lost one person I cared about thanks to my semblance. I wasn't going to lose another."
"So you decided to run away?" Light hissed. "Dammit Qrow, at that time, I needed you more than anyone. Do you have any idea what the hell that did to me?"
"I know I'd risk hurting you, if I left," Qrow replied slowly. "And it wasn't something I wanted to do. I wanted to stay. Settle down, even. Maybe have a second chance at having a family instead of being terrified of my semblance bringing harm to my child and running. But…I was scared. Losing you would hurt more than any physical pain. I'm sorry."
Light nestled her head into his lap, sighing. "Well…I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have been such an ass to you earlier."
"Apology accepted, Pinky," Qrow chuckled, wincing as the pinkette elbowed him playfully in the gut. "So, what's the plan here? We both know we can't storm in guns blazing without some kind of idea."
"I know. And as much as he's improved, Jaune's still not ready," Light admitted. "As for his wife, well, color me impressed. She has the poise of a huntress, and can even wield my old Blazefire Saber skillfully. I like what I see."
"Whoa, you're offering praise? I didn't know there was an eclipse today."
"But, I'm not so sure she's fully prepared, either," Light continued dryly. "Fighting people is different from fighting Grimm. And we both know that better than anyone, given our experience."
Qrow smirked, running his calloused hands through her soft locks. "So, it looks like it's up to us to whip them into shape?"
"You're damn right. We'll mold them into proper huntsmen to be reckoned with by the time we're done."
Things were definitely getting more interesting now. And Qrow liked it. But for now, it was time he and Light indulged in themselves. "Want me to help you out of that, Claire?"
Light gave him a look through blue slits, and she gave a low growl before shoving him onto his back, mounting him. "Oh shut up and love me dammit."
At least the beds were soft.
A/N: Okay, the reason I didn't include smut of these two is because I honestly wasn't sure if it would go well. I don't want the relationship of LightxQrow to shove the main pairing to the side, so we'll only see implied sex. If you want, I'll make a crossover fic for them.
The only reason I didn't call Adam's killer by name (even though it's totally who you think it is XD) is because I want to keep him nameless until the Mad King christens him with a name. It's just another way for him to show how he always has to be in control. Also, what did you think of Adam's death? Brutal enough for a dick like him? Or should I have drawn it out longer?
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