Evan Turst

Trifa and I walked through an abandoned neighborhood. Most of the houses were somewhat ruined, the top stories were a bit exposed, some of the walls were exposed. "So why are we going this way, is there a higher chance of there being good water and some food here?" My companion asked.

"Yes and no. its that people seem to inhabit buildings from the past. And where there's people, there's supplies," I explained. Trifa looked conflicted.

"I know they're humans and all, but does that mean we're going to steal from them?"

"Don't you hate them though?" I asked, hearing the hesitation in her voice.

"Yea but this could mean death for the person," Trifa refuted.

I nodded my head. "Yea, and do you want to starve?" I asked.

She shied away from me, a mixed look of disgust and fear in her eyes. "You! You're no different than the humans on Remnant! Always stealing and taking from those who need it!" Trifa shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at me.

'What an entitled young woman, but… I won't let her get hurt.' "Do you have any idea what kind of world this is?" I asked her as she looked over at me with her eyebrows furrowed. "Trifa. It's not just this region, but the entire world. It's all in ruin, it's all… gone."

"Really?" she looked surprised, genuinely surprised. "Then how am I supposed to find someone who can get me back to my world?!" she shouted, tears welling up under her eyes.

"Assume you can't. At least that way you won't be fooling yourself into believing you can. And so when you realize you can't, it won't be that horrible of a realization." I couldn't lie to her.

"O-ok, lets go-" I tackled Trifa as a bullet shot just over my head. I dragged Trifa behind a house just as a second shot grazed the corner of said house.

'Considering the time between shots, I can assume the sniper is using a bolt-action rifle. Now I just need to take out the sniper. Whom ever is firing at us probobly has some supplies stocked up so that they don't have to move from their spot.' "Trifa, stay here, I'm going to take this bastard out," I exaplained as I went to circle to the back on the house. I felt something tight around my arm. I looked over to it to see Trifa tightly holding my arm. "I'm going with you," she said with determination in her eyes.

I shook my head. I would've liked that, had her lack of combat expirience and battlefeild tactics been so lacking. "No. I can't let you get hurt, I-"

"I don't want to hear it, human. I will be helping you. Now what do you need me to do?" Trifa asked.

"Do you know how to use a grenade?" I asked. Trifa nodded. "Well this is a smoke grenade. Its used like a normal grenade but it dispurses a large amount of smoke, giving the person using it some form of cover. Be on the lookout for where he's firing from. I'm going to run out and try to bait the bastard into firing again. Once you have his postion, pull the pin and throw it as close to him as possible, understand?" Trifa nodded as she took her position.

I dashed out of cover with my rifle at the ready. The sniper fired another shot, this one grazing my left shoulder. He fired a second shot that shreded my thigh as Trifa pelted the smoke grenade at a bombed out house two houses down. "Evan, get into cover, I'll finish this!" Trifa ran over to me, snatching my rifle as she ran down the street with impressive speed.

'If she dies, then I'll go and meet her in the after life.' that thought brough a grim laugh as I took cover. Suddenly, gunshots rang out, and then… all was silent. I decided to get up and move over to the house, the smoke grenade running out of fuel. I limped up to the front door and knocked, blood still dripping from my wound. I heard quick footsteps going down a flight of stairs. Trifa opened the door and pulled me in, a ghastly expression of fear and terror on her face.

"Evan…" there were tears running down her face as I felt a pit in my stomach. "I…" the pit grew.

"You can tell me Trifa, what happened?" I asked, taking a step forward.

"I killed a child! I'm a monster!" Trifa cried as she went to put the barrel of my rifle unto her mouth. I kicked the rifle out of her hands and pinned her to the ground, tears still running down her face. "A mother and her child! They only had a box of cereal left! We killed them for cereal!" Trifa shouted hysterically. "I'm an evil thing! Let me di-"

I slapped her hard, the strike leaving a red mark on her cheek. "I won't…" I said with a cool, icy tone.

"Well if I can't go home, then why should I live?" she demanded.

"I… don't have an answer. But I'm your partner now and I won't let you kill yourself."

"Why?"

"Because… it would make me feel guilty, that I couldn't save you."

"Then show me your face."

I paused. 'Did she really just demand that from me? Like some sort of child demanding a cookie? No. I will not give in to these childish demands.' As my mind wondered something drastic and awful happened. Trifa Aranea removed my mask. She gave a surprised gasp as my horrid features were laid out on full display.

"You look a bit like a young man I once knew."

"And did you hate him too?" I asked.

"No…" she said with an aroused smirk, her breathing heavy and hot in temperature. She flipped me over and now she had me pinned. She shot webbing from her hands, wrapping me up in a cocoon of webbing. "He made me quite wet. With that branding on his face. It showed strength and a willingness to endure the creulest of fates. Now tell me Ev, how did you get your branding?"

"I don't trust you enough to tell you that…" I replied. "But why are you acting like this?"

Trifa gave the horniest smile I've ever seen on a woman. "Well you see…" she said with a pur, lifing my chin with her index finger. "Us faunus go into heat. The mamilian and avain ones do it more than the aquatic, amphibious and repitilians. But its rarest in insects and bugs, and since I'm a Spider faunus… I'm in a real rare situation right now. And if me being in heat wasn't enough, you saying that you actually care for me, and how you pinned me down, it made me want to mark you," she said with a lick of her lips.

"Mark me?"

"Its how us faunus mark our mates." It was only then that I noticed how wet Trifa truly was. The leg portion of her suit were now sufficiently soaked with her womanly juices. She began to grind on me as she took off my coat and shirt to reveal a plethora of brandings all over my chest and back. I felt her fingers massaging my back, feeling the branding scars. 'If this is what a marking is then I think I might be alr-'

Suddenly Trifa dug her finger nails into my back as she violently started kissing me, her tongue invading my mouth. I felt her groin rubbing against my slowly growing mound. She dragged her nails down to the back of my waist. She slowly pulled away from me with that horny smile. She moved her mouth to one of my ears. "You're mine now, my little human mate," Trifa whispered as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"Trifa… are you alright though?" I asked as she snuggled up next to me.

"..."

"Trifa?" There was no response as she was asleep, a small smile on her face.

"Wait, what's a faunus? Is she… not human? Is that why she was calling me human?" I sighed as I took her suit off of her, and taking off her soaked panties as well, throwing them in the house's washing machine. I covered her in a blanket as I escaped her webbing to survey the damage upstairs.

I reached the room. She wasn't lying. There were two corpses, one of a child, directly across from the door. The next was perpendicular to the child. It was a woman with long hair holding a scoped rifle. I took it, and the woman's clothes, throwing them in with Trifa's clothes. I looked around the house to find a key, and lock that blood-covered room.

I kept watch that night, looking over every once in a while looking over at Trifa to make sure she wasn't having a nightmare.

So yea, that happened. I really liked the idea that faunus went into heat so I loosely organized it. While I did put a lemon in Willow's Journey, it was in ch 5 so you'll have to wait a bit longer for a full lemon between the two of them.