So, in lieu of the fact that I've received reviews about the rampant character use, I'm gonna have to ask:
So do people really want me to just make OCs in these cases? Or is it the fact that these appropriated characters are getting used at all? I have to ask because I, more often than not, see people despise OCs. It's one of the reasons why I use chars from different anime, they're easy to remember.
I'd like to add, RWBY literally does the bare minimum to flesh out its world and that's one of the problems with the show. We know Junior has a gang, is he the only one? Are there more? Mistral has an underground, why not Vale? Do the other kingdoms have one?
It's questions like these that RWBY doesn't try to flesh out, it's one of the reasons why people like Naruto and One Piece so much. Their worlds feel like there are strong people everywhere and not just from one place or a concentrated subset of the populace. RWBY barely has enough 'strong' characters to form a decent defense against an actually competently written villain team that Team WTCH really should have been throughout all the volumes.
But, we get Hazel's weak backstory and getting beaten in his first appearance on the battlefield as one of Salem's inner circle. Watts worked out better than expected… until you realize they only made him the tech guy without pushing that narrative. The dude took over the Atlesian Military robot army and you're telling me he doesn't have his own robots to fight people with?
Ignoring that, perhaps I was going about this all wrong, I can only suspect. Strange enough, to me, I see people complaining about other powers? Somehow I'm unsure of what they mean by that, we're dealing with magic after all. Though, I've done some thinking and some second drafting for this story.
I think having such a complicated extra magic system in RWBY of all places is the problem here, along with the multi-anime use even though.
I need to stick to my guns here, I'm branching out too much in a crossover fic, I guess. Too much ambition in my case and not making the story concise enough that it's easier to understand.
Maybe I was being stubborn with those earlier reviews, mind you, I do believe they were rather rude in execution but the genuine nature was in them was to help.
So, with that, I'm going to rewrite a big part of this story's main plot to make it both more digestible and still an expansive concept on RWBY's ideas as a whole. That's part of the reason I wrote this fic, that and there being a miniscule amount of Obito Crossover fics.
Though, I'm keeping the Phoenix Wright chars, they're to be used to help make good use of Obito's police career. Because, once again, we got no notable civilian chars even though we haven't seen a lick of the actual council from anywhere but one place. And even then, we don't see them doing jack all.
~NRK~
He held his arms out, the two rotating shapes shot out but dispersed two meters away from his person.
He frowned as he failed to understand why he couldn't get them to go the distance.
"Hmm," Tanjirou hummed on his left as he noted the problem. "I'm unsure, Obito, this seems more like a limit than a problem."
"Gonna agree with Burns here, Obi," Coco said as she looked at the space where the stakes had disappeared. "They disappeared like dust, just 'poof'."
Obito frowned, the current group back in their workout clothes, as he held his hand up and a stake appeared.
"Weren't we working on swordsmanship, Tanjirou?" came Zenitsu's whiny cry before he yelped at Inosuke's swing. "Oi! PIGGY! Back off!"
"Kuahahahahah!" Inosuke laughed as he chased the yelling blonde.
Obito had been seeing the versatility of this new skill of his, seeing if his chains from his past life could be created on the fly but the problem of range was irritating.
Unlimited chain length wasn't the goal but less than two meters wasn't any good either.
"Don't ignore me you bastard!"
Was he missing something? Perhaps another letter? Another Rune? Should he add another Rune to HPhK?
He brought his enchantment into existence, the sword's details closer to the original.
Yes, the more he cast, the more detailed it got.
He was still unaware of what that meant, though.
He turned to Tanjirou. "I believe I've held off on our lesson for long enough, apologies." The other male smiled.
"Hm," he said as he, Obito, and Coco, moved away from Zenitsu's match with Inosuke.
"I can assume you've looked up enough lectures, videos, and the like, on the art, yes?" Tanjirou asked, completely for appearance's sake.
"Of course," Obito nodded as he and Tanjirou took stance.
"This match between Burns and Obi…" Coco stood away and between the two, arm raised.
"Begin!" It dropped.
Their eyes went wide as they dashed at one another, swords brought forth to clash between them.
The energy sword pinged not unlike a regular one as the two teens slid their weapons across one another before swinging for another clash.
Obito stepped back, the weight of the swords coming in his direction, before twirling around their locked blades.
Tanjirou stumbled forward before stomping his foot forward and leaning back from Obito's retaliatory roundhouse kick. The boy with the burn mark pressed a hand against the floor, flipped over Obito's follow up slice, and planted his blade in the arena floor.
Obito rushed him, the trail of dark wisps behind his blade a mark of where he was as he blurred within Tanjirou's range, the other boy kicking out with his hand on his sword's handle as support.
"Whoa!" Obito's foot knocked Tanjirou's blade from its stuck position. "Grk!" he twisted.
He took a sharp breath.
Obito was the one to lean back this time as Tanjirou got one foot on the floor.
That lone foothold was all the ginger-haired boy needed to turn his drop into a twisting attack.
Obito's dodge out of the twister-like move didn't make him let up, though, he watched Tanjirou right himself mid-air and bring the blade down.
Obito twisted to the side, the blade biting into the floor, before crossing his arms as Tanjirou reenacted his earlier move, sending the police officer sliding away.
The brunette's feet skid to a halt, eyes focused on Tanjirou's movement.
"YEERRRGGG!" Obito's eyes widened as he flipped back and away from Inosuke's mad charge. "Yesh!" he followed after Obito.
"Ha, ha," Zenitsu came to a stop near Tanjirou who was laughing nervously at Inosuke's intervention. "He's… All yours! Ha… ha…"
The two swordsmen watched Inosuke chase after Obito for a bit before Tanjirou shrugged.
He lunged into the fray.
~NRK~
The following day, he was back with Team 7, Marrone filling him in on what happened the other day.
"I'm tellin' ya, it was crazy!" the male Faunus said as they moved throughout the precinct. "Guy comes through like 'I'M THE BROTHER!' and I'm like 'Dude! Calm down!' and then Ochre's all 'BLEARGGHH! Where Iruka?'"
"You realize she's going to kill you, right?" Obito shot his fellow cop a raised eyebrow. "I'd be careful, I hear you don't have nine lives."
"Yuck it up, Midoriya, I don't see a lick of green on you."
"Adopted."
"That doe- Whoa there!" they continued for a bit before dodging out the way of a Detective Gordon. "Watch it!" Both Liza and Marrone winced as the detective tripped.
All for naught, thankfully, as Obito was in front of the man instantly, supporting the large stack of folders on the other side.
"H-Hah?" the orange-haired man peeked around his papers before shooting Obito a relieved smile. "Thanks, officer Midoriya."
"It's no problem, Detective Gordon," Obito responded as he slowly separated the stack and turned to his Faunus teammates. "Go on ahead, I'll catch up."
"Alright, please be more careful Mr. Gordon," Liza said with a wave that Gordon returned with a nod.
"Same, I hope you lot have a lot less excitement in the future," the trio could nod to that.
"Hah," James Gordon sighed as he placed the papers down and stretched. "Thank you, lad, this old body of mine doesn't hold up like it used to."
"No proble-hmm?" Obito began to say as he looked at one of the folders. "That's a lot of folders though, Detective Gord-"
"Come on, Midoriya, you can at least call me Gordon, saying my name like that must be a mouthful," Gordon said as he eased himself into his chair.
Obito thought it over before nodding. "Very well, Gordon, I'm simply curious. What's your current case?"
"Hmm? Ah, yes, this case," the detective hummed as he picked up one of the folders. "A young man contacted me to look into some gang activity around his area."
Obito's eyes narrowed as he opened one of the folders and looked through the information. "A missing brother?" he asked getting a nod from the detective.
"Yes, though I'm having a hard time putting together this one," the older man said as he passed Obito a file.
The reincarnated ninja looked at it, eyes running through the information. "The brother was the leader? What is this-"
He stared at the name, frowning as he read it over. "Med Corpse." Gordon nodded.
"Turns out that the younger brother was a sort of doctor for gang members, from what the older said they used to be in one until the younger became a doctor and they moved up in life."
Obito continued as he read through the file. "The younger felt responsible for some of his former fellows and created his own medical gang in the ruined downtown," the teen cupped his chin.
"Yep! Though that's where the problems start, it turns out that Med Corpse had been taken over by some other gang and his brother hasn't been around at all."
Obito remembered what the twins had told him about the gangs being taken over but…
Where were the members then?
~NRK~
Junior sat in his backroom as another of his men asked to be pulled out of the Red Axe Gang.
"What the hell?" he asked the air as he looked over these guys' portfolios.
These schmoes had been taken and something had happened to them.
"Boss, as someone who respects you the most, please consider moving the gang's hideout."
The hell had that been about? Move? What the hell happened to them?
He gathered up the files and placed them away.
He'd seen all his missing guys but he had to wonder where the hell the other gang members were.
He knew all the gangs that got removed but he'd neither hide nor hair of any of them. Did they join IronSights? Did they run?
Shit, he needed Red-Eye to go snoopin'.
He left the backroom and moved into his club proper.
It was early in the day, his guys were moving around cleaning up from the night before.
He moved to the bar, made himself a drink, and flagged down one of the guys.
When the thug came over, Junior gave him his orders.
"I need you to go and bring me one of the guys who came back, most of 'em should be at their homes," the Bear pulled a small piece of paper from his vest's pocket.
"I need to talk to 'em, mano e mano, about what the hell is happening."
~NRK~
Team 7, sans Ochre, moved down the streets of Vale at a casual pace.
"So who's got their bike license?" Marrone asked as the trio patrolled. "I know I don't."
"I do," Liza said as she looked about. "I wanted to be sure I could do everything I could to be ready for all occasions."
"I'm the same," Obito added, getting Marrone to whine.
"That's not fair, dammit," the male Faunus pouted at them. "Great, now I gotta get one, you guys are a bad influence on me."
"Really?" Liza shot him an amused looked. "We are a bad influence?"
"Misery loves company, Liza," Obito said with a small smirk. "Misery is also Marrone's middle name."
"Oh, HA, HA, I'm hungry. Treat me, peons."
"Barbeque?" Marrone perked up as Obito pointed to a nearby store. "Mistralian specialty shop."
"Well~ If you're going to be so kind," Marrone walked like he was on cloud nine.
Obito rolled his eyes as they went into the shop and passed an exiting customer.
Obito's eyes met his and his eyes widened.
"This is the man?" Obito asked as he looked at the picture.
"Yeah, that's his brother, Thad Gin."
Said young man was barely into his twenties, with a brown wolf's tail hairstyle with shaved sides. He had blue eyes, light brown skin, and a pair of moles under his eyes.
He nodded to the man, eyes normal as he apologized for almost bumping into him.
Red eyes met blue for a millisecond before Obito turned back to his team.
~NRK~
He waited inside the abandoned cake shop, his cigar sparked and lit as he took a long drag.
"The things I do for you, Neo," Roman breathed out, smoke shooting towards the floor. "Wherever the hell my employer is, they need to hurry the hell up."
"I'm glad to see you in high spirits, Monsieur Roman Torchwick," the master thief clicked his teeth as he ground the cigar out into his palm.
Thank you, Aura.
Out of the back of the cake shop came a floating orb robot?
He blinked as the thing glided over in its large purple cloak, the head looked up at him with its big glowing 'eye'.
"Now, who're you?" Roman asked, smirk plastered on, as he did his best to not show whoever this was how confused Roman was. "Hello, tin can, was it you or your mommy who asked me to do some shopping?"
"Apologies, I was in the middle of something," it said as a light shot out of its head to the floor.
Roman jumped back the moment it did and his cane was now twirling in his hand. "Might want to try warning a guy."
"Yes, yes, I apologize," it said but the thief's eyes narrowed at its humorous tone. "You see, I'm simply making sure things are genuine."
"Now, please place the item in the light. I'm going to appraise its authenticity," Roman frowned as he pulled a bag from behind the counter.
Reaching in, he pulled the old scarf out before placing it in the light as asked.
The light intensified, the light turning from a light blue to a dark one.
Roman blinked as lights appeared over the cloth, no, not lights, symbols on the cloth glowed a brighter blue in contrast to the dark blue shining down on them.
"Hm, hm, hm, yes, this is the real thing," it said and the light show stopped. Roman's hand snatched the cloth up the moment it did and sneered at the little trashcan.
"… Where's the serum, antidote, whatever," the thief held his hand out. "Gimme."
The robot sighed as a slot opened up on its front.
"If you would, please tell your comrade to come out," it said, getting a tense-looking smile from Torchwick.
There was a crack of glass as a tiny woman appeared behind the thief, eyes wide as she looked at the small robot.
"Come forth, madam, I'd like to make this transaction as efficient as possible."
Roman stalked forward with Neo in tow, hand resting on her shoulder as he kneeled.
"Make it quick, Neo," he said, getting a timid nod from the vertically-challenged female.
"Stomach please," it asked, getting a shaky lift of the coat.
A slow red light came out and connected with Neo.
Roman tightened his grasp on his knee as Neo's Aura glowed. His eyes widened as the Aura spread out into a sphere of pink.
He was shocked once more as a large shadow-like skull appeared on the side of the sphere.
"Hmm," the robot hummed as the red light connected to the skull and the dark omen icon dissipated.
The light show stopped altogether as it did and Neo held a hand to her head, shaking it slightly, as she blinked.
Roman took a slow breath. "Neo…" he said, the woman turning to look him in the eye.
She grimaced as she nodded to him and he sighed in relief.
He tossed the old relic to the robot and pulled Neo towards him in an instant.
"Let's leave," he said and Neo nodded as the two disappeared into the night, bursting through the door and disappearing behind a building in the distance.
"Hmph," he took the cloth and it disappeared in a flash of green light.
~NRK~
He waited by the place where he'd first met Dalia, his personal cloak on along with his orange mask.
'Someone was here,' he noted, the floor riddled with footprints, big and small.
Perhaps it was Dalia's group getting more followers again, he didn't know.
The sound of steps pervaded the empty cake shop and Obito turned to see a familiar blue-eyed man with a mystified look about him.
"Hmph," Obito grunted as he turned to the young adult. "Release." Hands came up into a familiar handsign.
The man's foggy gaze dispelled and he blinked.
"W-Wuh? No, not again!" he shouted as he looked around before his gaze landed on Obito.
He froze as Obito's Sharingan spun, the cloaked man's gaze following the young man's the whole way.
"Thad Gin," Obito spoke with his Madara Voice on. "You have a lot of explaining to do."
"W-What?" Thad swallowed, nervously shifting his foot around. "Wh-Why? You guys said I could leave!"
Obito raised a brow at that. "I'm unsure of who you're talking about." Thad blinked.
"Y-You're not?" he breathed out a slow sigh. "H-How do I-"
"Listen," Obito raised a hand to silence him. "I'm not here for that, I'm here to find out where you've been." The tan-skinned man blinked.
"Huh?"
"You've gone missing for a while, Thad," Obito said. "Your brother has been looking for you."
"I-I… I was taken," Thad said with a drop of the head. "I couldn't…" Obito shrugged.
"Be that as it may, go and make sure he knows you're alright," Thad blinked at him.
"W-Was… Was that it?"
"I do need to know what happened to the other gangs that got absorbed by IronSights."
"… They were let go of or joined them," Thad admitted with a sigh. "IronSights had been dealing with us for a while but then they decided to 'take' instead of 'deal'."
"I was taken somewhere underground and they… I don't know what they did," Thad winced in thought. "I was in a lot of pain, it felt like hours, but then… then they told me things."
"Hm?" Obito's eyes narrowed. "What did they say?"
"They said… I was now a part of a whole and that I was now awake," Thad said with a confused look.
Obito slowly nodded.
"Go home, Thad," he said as he walked away.
He rounded a corner before running to an alleyway and leaping from wall to wall to a roof.
He wasn't surprised to see Thad looking for him so he took off before the man looked up.
He knew that Orichalcum wanted to awaken the world to magic.
But why take over these gangs? It was more like enlarging their forces than anything else and this was before the attack.
He landed on a roof overlooking all the traffic down below.
They wanted there to be an end to false magic users.
They'd overtaken gangs and released their members while holding onto the ones with potential.
They unleashed said potential and let them go out into the populace…!
He was shocked to only have figured this out just now.
They weren't just adding magic users to their group.
They were adding them to Remnant.
They released people with the ability to use magic so those people could possibly have children.
A slow process plan, it was actually ingenious.
Make more magic users naturally and you have an easy backup plan in case any more immediate ones fail.
So the question was, how long had this been in the making?
How many were out there now?
~NRK~
He grunted as he walked up the steps to the home, eyebrows raised at the modest home.
Who the hell on their dime could afford such a place?
He got his answer when the door was answered by an old coot, the grandma blinking up at him before looking at his suit.
"Are you looking for my grandson?" the thug scratched the back of his head.
"Yeah, Alfred here? The bo- I mean, our boss wants to talk to him but he couldn't reach his Scroll."
She nodded, a hand waving him in as she went back inside her home.
"Shoes at the door please," she said to which the thug shrugged and did as asked.
"Alfred!" she shouted, though the sound could barely count as such. "Come downstairs! Your co-worker is here!"
The Axe Gang member took a seat, declined the old woman's offered water, and waited.
The sound of steps alerted him to their gang member and he turned to the stairs to see him-
"Weren't you bald?" he had to ask.
"… Grandma, we'll be upstairs," Alfred gestured to the thug to follow and he did.
Upstairs, in the other man's room, the thug grunted.
"Boss wants to talk to ya," he said, sitting backward in a rotating chair. "He didn't say 'bout what but I can only imagine it's ta do with the IronShits."
"… Raph," Alfred began, running a hand through his hair. "I… I don't want to be in the gang shit anymore."
"What?" Raph, the thug, stared at Alfred like he was crazy. "What did they do to you? They strong-arm you? Bribe you? You know the bos-"
"It has nothing to do with that!" Alfred interrupted him with a shout. "Raph, I don't want to be some thug!"
"Al what are yo-"
"Do you remember when we joined?" Alfred asked, getting an unsure nod from Raph. "We thought we were tough. We thought we were big shit," he held his hands out to the room.
"Look at me," Raph eyes turned away. "Not only did we get our asses kicked by a pair of teenagers-"
"Who have Aura…" Raph interjected and grimaced at Alfred's glare.
"We now live under Junior's, miraculously, merciful thumb. I still live at my grandma's house, I don't like living like this!"
Raph's glasses fell slightly revealing his black eyes. "What are you tryin' to say?"
"…" Alfred looked down in thought. "I have some family in Mistral, ya know? I'm thinking… Maybe I should call it quits and actually go back to school. Ya know? Start a whole new life in a different place."
"Mistral? Really?" Raph looked annoyed. "Dude, we supposed to be top dogs!"
"And are we?!" Alfred shot back. "Think. What do you expect to do under Junior's thumb? Become his right-hand man? Sorry, that's the twins' job. There's nothing there for me OR you," the male said with a tired sigh.
"I want to be something better than this, to make good money that won't disappear out my hand the second someone gets suspicious."
"I want to have a damn family," Raph's mouth dropped.
The thug stared at him for a moment before cursing.
'He's never cared about shit like that! What the hell happened to him?!'
~NRK~
"Nora?" he asked as he looked up from his paper scroll. "Is something wrong?"
"…" she didn't say anything.
An orange-haired girl stood in the doorway of their makeshift room as he looked over the assortment of scrolls Zero had given them.
"Ren, I don't know about this," Nora said, her blue eyes looking around them in confusion. "I'm worried, Ren."
Ren, a young teen of 14 years of age, sighed as he rolled up the parchment in his lap.
He stood as his long black hair with a lone pink bang flapping with the motion.
Pink eyes locked onto blue, filled with determination.
"I know but… I have to do this," he explained as he rubbed his eyes.
How long had he been reading these things? He didn't know, Zero had said reading the scrolls would open his mind to different possibilities.
And she'd been right! He never felt so mentally capable before! He felt eager to learn more of Zero's words and teachings. So he could be strong.
So he could protect Nora.
So he could never face a tragedy again while being powerless!
Nora sighed. "I know, I know, you're special Renny…"
"Just… don't forget 'us', alright?" his gaze softened.
Zero had tried to see about Nora's 'affinity for the artes' as it were but said she, Zero, was lacking. Something about making it so Nora could find the teachers with her sort of capabilities.
"We'll make it through this together, alright?" he said.
She smiled at him.
"Yeah, like always."
~NRK~
It'd been close to a week since he met him and Jaune found himself currently looking on as Obito's lesson.
He watched the live feed of Obito and Tanjirou fighting.
Having been introduced, Jaune noted that Tanjirou was an incredibly kind guy.
He made sure to listen to Obito's in-between lessons as the two disengaged, Obito had used that word, time and time again.
He nodded to Obito's next question, flipping through the notes on his table before scanning them and sending them across the network.
"I see," Obito said as he looked them over with a nod. "You're learning but remember, too much at one time can be just as detrimental as overly focusing on one."
Jaune nodded as he circled two forms.
This continued on for another hour or so with Tanjirou and Obito taking turns on imparting lessons to the younger teen.
There was a knock on his door and Jaune muted his Scroll as he shouted.
"Come in!" he sat up with a tilt of the head.
"Honey?" his mother peeked in, bright blues that mirrored Jaune's own looked around his room in surprise. "Hmm, it's clean."
Jaune blushed at that, no doubt Obito and Tanjirou were listening in.
The two had taken to giving the blonde life lessons along with swordplay. 'Cleanliness is next to brotherliness' was a saying Jaune never put much thought into.
Tanjirou's 'A clear mind is aided by a clean space' made more sense to the young man. Obito had touted that doing small things every day would make Jaune feel more accomplished to work on his confidence.
Jaune had to wonder if his dad's saying meant this kind of confidence.
"We'll be having lunch soon, so make sure to clean up." He nodded at her.
The second she left, he turned the volume on his Scroll up.
"We'll stop here for today, Jaune," Tanjirou said with a nod. "It's good to make sure you spend time with your family."
"We'll pick this up on Saturday?" Obito turned to Tanjirou who nodded.
"I'll bring Zenitsu along."
"Then I'll bring, Inosuke, make sure you keep up his exercises, Jaune. God knows what that wild child will do if he sees no progress."
Jaune had to chuckle at that.
Inosuke was a rather intuitive teacher. He looked at what Jaune did wrong and could pick it out immediately, at least, when it came to flexibility.
"I'll talk to you later, Obito, Tanjirou."
They responded in kind.
He ended the call.
~NRK~
"How's the case going, Detective Gordon?"
"Actually well, kid, it turns out Thad turned up."
Obito nodded, his involvement obviously irrelevant to the situation.
The younger male had come into the department early, waiting for his team, and had come into contact with the detective once more.
"That's one down and just leaves me with a couple more," James said as he put one folder down on the desk between them.
Obito picked it up, thumbing through the files and blinked.
"Yeah, ya know those cases you lot had been going on? The ones with all the domestic abuse?" James asked. "That wasn't a 'you only' thing, that's been something all the other stations have a team dealing with." He pulled out a folded map and unfolded it in front of Obito.
"I believe that they are connected," he pointed to points on the map, each one marked by a red dot. "Each of them has been so spread out in the beginning but I think I have something."
There were dots all around the city, though, where was the connection?
"Look at this," he brought out an old ma-!
Obito's eyes widened as he looked at the train system.
"The person who's doing all this is going underground in the old train system," James stated as the two of them looked it over.
He gestured to the brunette to follow and they traversed the station before ending up in a room with an old-style projector.
He placed the original map down on the glass, the light above it shining down and throwing the image against the wall.
Obito watched it all fall into place as the train system was placed down.
Perfect matches or, rather, matches of areas of interest.
"I'm going to be putting in for some of the other officers to come along incognito," James started as he looked at the younger male.
"And I think I'm going to choose Team 7 in this one," Obito stared back impassively.
"Can I assume there's a good reason?" James nodded.
"Understand that this is no racist comment but you're on a team with two Faunus," James began, Obito nodding along in understanding. "We don't exactly have a lot of Faunus in the force so having them down there will make any form of darkness easier to deal with."
Obito nodded as the detective continued. "Plus, you and Celeste have Aura. I've heard you're getting some training."
Obito understood.
"You want all of us, that's why you want Team 7," Gordon nodded. "You're expecting something to happen."
"It's better to be safe than sorry. I'm going to ask Ochre when she comes in," James said as the two of them left the room.
"If anything, I'm going to push for it a little more than usual," Obito nodded as the two of them walked back to the entrance.
"Obi, my man," Marrone raised a hand in greeting as he and Liza entered at the same time. "Leave it to you to be an early riser."
"I try to do so," Obito said as he looked around. "Where's Ochre?"
Liza smiled a bit.
"Talking to-"
"Are you sure you don't need any help?" came the voice of Iruka as he entered along with a stiff-looking Ochre.
James looked beyond amused as the woman noticed him and shot him a glare.
"I said I was fine, Iruka," Ochre stressed as she did her best to not look at him.
"Very well," he said with a smile and a nod as he looked over Team 7 and the detective. "Ah, good to see you all are well."
He nodded to them each before his eyes landed on Obito.
Their eyes met and Obito slowly nodded.
He could see the recognition within Iruka's eyes, the way his smile tensed a bit, and how hard Obito could see Iruka doing his best to not change expression.
He had left the idea of talking to Iruka on the backburner in light of literally everything else being more important.
He'd need to clear the waters with Iruka so the two of them could learn if they needed to be wary of each other.
"Seeing as you all are here," James spoke up, catching the group's attention. "I actually wanted to talk to you all about those cases you had a series of."
Well, that was convenient.
~NRK~
She saw the text from Obito, the recipient being their entire group, and the details below.
"Train system?" Coco blinked. "There's a train in Vale?"
She said this out loud, catching the attention of Velvet, the Faunus girl was who Coco had been hanging with today.
"Is someth- Oh?" Velvet began to say before her Scroll dinged and she pulled it out. "I see."
"Ya huh," Coco agreed as she looked down on their homework.
Coco wasn't considered the best of the best at schoolwork but she was definitely above average...
She could only assume their assignments were that easy as she overlooked the Faunus's essay.
"Yeah, you might wanna work on your conclusion," Coco said with a nod that Velvet frowned at. "Oh, don't be like that, here let me help ya."
Helping the cute Faunus, Coco's mind wandered.
She'd have to plan for the trip.
An underground location was bound to be a thriving ground for Creepers maybe.
Possibly spirits she could make us-
She frowned as she pointed out another issue with Velvet's conclusion.
What had she been about to say?
She winced a bit, a slight spike of pain in her head.
She ignored the worried look Velvet shot her as she excused herself to the bathroom.
She breathed and blinked into the mirror.
Nothing unusual, her silver eyes…
Her brown eyes staring back at an inquisitive face.
She reached for the medicine cabinet before frowning.
She went back to Velvet.
Weird.
~NRK~
He danced again, the action a repeating one that he'd done for the past couple of weeks.
He didn't feel anything though! In fact, he felt AMAZING!
He didn't remember the last time he'd eaten. Hours? Days? Was it weeks?
Months? He didn't remember, all he knew was that he could dance forever!
He grinned, the curving vines spinning like a spool of thread as he spun.
They jutted out when he posed.
They wiggled when he shimmied.
This was who he was.
O great vines! Dance with him!
The image of a man moved about the passing tracks, each of his steps riddling the floor with foliage and leaves.
He was a mix of greens in color with plant life spilling out of his body at random parts but always in ways that didn't impede his movement.
He cackled as he bowed to the World. It gave to him and so he gave back.
The being's shadow couldn't even be called a human shape as its long decrepit, skeletal, form shifted about.
And so he continued his dance, his home these old pathways.
An underground forest.
He loved it.
~NRK~
You've seen the AN at the top so there's not much to say here.
I want to tighten up the story, too much is going on here and I've realized that maybe people wouldn't be as offended by OCs as I originally thought.
I've already written out an outline up to the mansion attack so it's not like I've done nothing but sit on my hands, either.
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