Yo! How have you all been dear readers! Since your reading this then you must realize that the hiatus is finally over!...well at least for the next couple of days due to irl problems hehehehehe…
Yeah I'm really sorry about how the whole chapters for two weeks didn't work out. Some irl issues came up that made fic production come to a standstill for awhile, then the holiday stuff happened and…yeah.
But enough about that! I am glad to say that I managed to salvage enough free time from school and my clubs to write out 3 chapters! That's right folks, 3 chapters will be coming out!
Now they won't be coming out immediately after each other, but they will be out relatively soon I promise!
Anyway, sorry it's such a short amount of chaps, but school and irl stuff calls and all that.
Without further ado, let's get these 3 chapters publishing started! It's show time!
}Episode 11: How To Make A Dumb Plan Work (Part 1){
Okay, so I know what you're all probably thinking.
You all think that seeing Yang fight off a bunch of White Fang grunts in order to save some civilians (read: racist douchebags) from being turned into bullet hole displays gave me some sort of out of nowhere courage.
That I gained some sort of inner realization and decided to screw canon in order to help her. That I grabbed the nearest weapon like object and charged out of that pawnshop swinging like a madman while yelling at the top of my lungs.
I bet that's what you all are thinking, and I'm sorry to report but you're all thinking wrong.
No, instead I did the sane and logical thing of hiding behind the nearest large object and hoped to God I'd live. I was not getting killed by any stray bullet that day, thank you very much!
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What's with the looks? It's not like I could have actually done anything useful to help her! If anything, I would've ended up just getting in her way, and with my luck it would literally be me getting in the way of one of her punches.
I know that it was cowardly to hide and let Yang risk her life to fight those Fang grunts, but what was I supposed to do?!
I'm just a normal everyday guy with no special powers or some secret over-the-top edgy backstory that can suddenly kick major ass when people are in trouble.
I had no Aura, no weapons training, and I wasn't exactly the picture of physical fitness after my months of homelessness. The best I could do was throw down some Steam pellets to make a quick getaway if things went south.
This isn't some fanfic where the teleported hero gets amazing powers and is able to beat all the bad guys up after some training! This was (for me anyway) real life, and in real life a guy with little to no physical power going against a bunch of terrorist is gonna end up dead. No question.
I'm not the hero of this tale, those are all the high schoolers who can somehow defy physics and gravity. I'm the background character who speaks a few lines from time to time. It wasn't my fault I kept getting thrown into the lime light.
So with all that in mind it makes sense that I would hide rather than fight don't ya think? And if you think you could have done better, then by all means, try it yourself if you can figure out how to world hop. I'll get front row seats to your funeral.
Now, back to me hiding for my life and having a mental breakdown over canon being completely obliterated so quickly.
You had one job Chris! One job! Keep canon on track and avoid the horrors of the Butterfly Effect, but nooooo you just had to piss of the only terrorist cell in the ENTIRE CITY and get one of the main characters involved before they're supposed to!
My thoughts would continue to go further and further down the pit that is my paranoia for a good while. In fact the only reason I managed to snap out of it was when the display window I was hiding behind shattered into a million pieces as a White Fang grunt flew through it.
I of course reacted to this in a perfectly logical way.
"GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!"
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What? Not a Big Bopper fan?
Luckily none of the broken glass managed to cut me, the same can't be said for the poor giant stuffed wolf that I was using as my hiding spot.
Thank you Mr. Fang, your sacrifice as my meat shield won't be in vain, I thought mournfully to my taxidermied savior.
What can I say? Even in this kind of situation I had a flair for the dramatic…that or the situation finally hit me full on and I finally snapped…Nah, then the therapists would be right. So it was definitely the former, rather than the latter…Definitely.
Anyway, after my little eulogy to the stuffed wolf I looked back over to Yang to see her finishing up the White Fang grunts.
I wish there were words that could describe just how pulverized the downed grunts were, but I'm pretty sure I'd run out and have to start using ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs to explain just how beat up they were.
There was only one grunt let standing now, and he looked worse than the rest of the poor sods. From what I remember, his right arm was hanging limply besides him, there were burn spots all over his clothes, and I'm pretty sure he had two black eyes and a swollen lip.
Yet somehow the crazy grunt was still fighting on. Every time Yang knocked him down he would just get back up and keep on fighting. I honestly started to think the dude had a death wish at the time…Actually I'm still pretty sure he still has one now.
Still, I couldn't help but give him some respect. Even though he was a crazy nutcase fanatic who was more than likely wanting to kill me, he still had a whole lot of determination to keep on fighting. Gotta respect a guy who never gives up even when he's getting his ass kicked after all.
Still, whatever respect I held was secondary to my wincing every time the guy got koncked down by Yang. Seriously, some of those hits looked like they could've killed him if it wasn't for the miracle that is Aura shielding him...if only slightly.
I particularly remember wincing and covering my male pride when Yang did one devastating punch to the guy's lower region.
Ohhhhh...I can feel that all the way from here. I groaned, the phantom pain returning from when I was on the receiving end from her. And despite even that, the dumbass slowly started to get up again!
Dear lord when will this guy dr-
*Flop*
Oh... I guess no matter how tough you are, a hit to the balls will be your downfall. I thought with a sigh of relief since all of the White Fang were finally down.
Yang apparently shared my relief as she sighed and swiped her brow before saying something I couldn't here. After that she started heading back my way, and as she did I thought,
Geeze...canon is screwed for sure now. Curse you Yang and your impulse to help everyone even if they are a racist dou-wait a second. I feel like I've forgotten something.
Of course the minute I thought that comedic timing took effect as I not only heard a groan from the White Fang grunt Yang punched through the window, but also the distant sound of sirens getting closer.
OH CRAP THE POLICE!
Now you're all probably wondering why I was freaking out over the police showing, and not the immediate problem of the awakening Faunus, especially since I was the one who told the old shop lady to call them in the first place? Well you see it's like this, not only did Yang break a decent amount of property in her fight with the Fang, but she also did something far stupider.
She singlehandedly won.
Now my call to the cops wouldn't be to help her out, but would lead to questions. Yang and I would be interviewed, I'd be in the police report, and that would lead to more questions on my involvement and why the Fang were after me, and I'd never escape being integrated into the plot. And knowing my luck I would somehow take the full blame. That was what went through my mind rather than the Faunus who might bite my face off when he awoke.
The minute I decided to focus on them as a threat, I was already in full blown panic mode and frantically looking all over the place trying to figure out how to salvage the situation.
Come on Chris, think! You've gotten out of worse situations before! Remember the IHOP incident? Just use what you have on you and get the hell out of dodge!
My frantic searching slowed down at that thought as I tried to calm down and take a better look of my surroundings for ideas.
Come on, this place is a pawnshop there has to be something I could us-
*Ding*
That would be my idea noise folks, for thankfully I had spotted a couple of items that I used to save myself. Both at that moment and in the future.
I quickly grabbed my salvation and got to work. Two of the gathered items were a rope and a blindfold, and I put them to good use. I may not have joined the fight, but there's nothing particularly heroic or dangerous about tying up a semi-conscious enemy.
It was as I finished tying up the grunt that Yang walked back into the shop.
"See Boxman, told you I could beat those jer-the hell!? What are you doing?" she asked as she stared at the grunt who was trussed up like a Thanksgiving Turkey.
I remember just giving Yang a blank stare before calming saying,
"I'M CLEANING UP YOUR MESS IDIOT!"
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Okay…so maybe I didn't calmly say it, but to be fair I was struggling to keep calm on the outside. Anyway, Yang just gave me a stupefied look that to this day I wish I had had a camera to use it as my screen saver for my Scroll.
"Wha…?" I don't know whether it was because she was still tired from the fight or if she was just that dumbfounded from my shout and the weird way in which I tied the guy up, but I continued.
"Look, as much as I would love to explain my last-minute plan to you, we don't have the time. The police will be here any minute and I don't want to have to explain to Ozpin or Goodwitch why we were arrested for vigilantism!"
Yang didn't respond to my outburst, which was all fine with me since the following silence allowed me to add the finishing touches. A single ball gag.
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There's all kinds of weird things in pawn shops.
"Look just grab the grunt and head back to that bar you dragged me to. I'll catch up as soon as I grab a few things."
"Wha-Why do you want me to take the grunt!?" she snapped out of it and asked.
"So we can interrogate them obviously," I sighed.
"Why? You wanted to just call the cops anyway, and I can hear them coming."
"THAT WAS BEFORE YOU HAD TO GO AND PLAY SUPERHERO! SO NOW WE HAVE NO WAY OF FINDING OUT WHERE THEIR FREAKING BASE IS TO GET THEM CAUGHT! I DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO BE HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE AND NOW...now…*sigh*"
I took a deep breath to try and calm down, while Yang just looked at me with a cocked eyebrow and a shocked face.
Another thing I should mention about myself is that I hate it when a plan goes wrong. I mean I do have dozens of backup plans because of my paranoia, but that doesn't mean I don't get annoyed when a plan goes south. Especially if it's because someone involved in my plan messed things up. So add in that, plus my already established annoyance from being kidnap and my empty stomach, and you have one pissed off Chris who has no problem yelling at a teenager who can punch a hole in his chest.
Speaking of her, she lowered her eyebrow and looked like she was going to say something, but I just held up my hand and said,
"Save it, we have to clean up your mess first before we can talk about my issues. So please Yang, just help me kidnap this terrorist already?"
Shaking her head and shrugging, she picked up the bound and gagged grunt, and booked it out of the store.
After staring at her fleeing form for a couple of seconds I collapsed to my knees as my panic started to take over.
"Ah hell! I mouthed off to Yang! Forget the White Fang, she's gonna jam my teeth down my throat after all this is over!" Flashing lights and the increasingly louder sirens got my head back in the game.
Grab stuff and avoid cops now, question life standing later.
With that thought I stood up, grabbed the stuff I needed, and threw the Lien bag Yang gave me at the still stunned old lady with a shout of "Keep the change", and I left the store. Just in time too as the cops showed up and started subduing the knocked-out terrorists.
Probably not the smartest idea throwing all that wonderful money I had just gotten, but I felt bad for her filthy disgusting shop. Needless to say, I would regret it later, and the school would get a nice new impression of my forehead on their wall.
If you watch the News Story from that day, you'll find that they got so many facts completely wrong. Almost as if they did that on purpose…
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So after that little...incident I met back up with Yang at the Winking Skeever. After another bribe courtesy of Yang the sneaky bar tender let us use his back room for our interrogation.
No surprise that the back room was just as bad as the actual bar, if not worse. The bar at least had more than one dingy light hanging in the room that didn't buzz in and out, nor did it smell like piss. I mean it did, but the back room somehow had a stronger scent of it!
Ugh...just remembering that place makes me feel like bathing for five days and taking every shot know to man. I swear I saw something brown and mushy move in the corner while we were there!
Ahem, right getting off topic here. Basically, the back room looked and smelled disgusting and looked like a cliché interrogation room from the 80's.
We tied the Faunus to an old wooden chair in the center of the room, and after that I awkwardly told Yang the plan on how we should interrogate the grunt. I say awkwardly since we hadn't talked to each other the entire time we were at the bar.
I know, Yang being awkwardly quiet? I wouldn't have believed it if I wasn't there to see if for myself. I guess being yelled at by a guy you sorta are friends with can even make Yang of all people silent. Whether in anger or shame, I didn't know.
Of course by then I had calmed down enough to realize that blowing up like I did wasn't necessary. I mean yeah I was pissed off that my plan went down the drain and she now was in deeper trouble with the Fang way before she was supposed to, But I mean…
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What was I trying to prove again?
Ah whatever, point is I realized I messed up so I had decided to make amends before the hostage could wake up.
So after I told her the plan, and she nodded her head in confirmation, I decided then to apologize. But of course the minute I opened my mouth to say something the grunt let out a groan and started to shift around in their chair.
"MMMM! HRMMM!" the grunt groaned around their ball gag in panic, whipping their head back and forth. Nervously I undid the buckle, and the red piece of rubber flopped out.
"Ugh…" they gasped, revealing themselves to be a woman. "What's going on? What happened?! Last thing I remember wa-Oh God what's that Smell?!"
She then started gagging and thrashing around.
"H-hey! What's going on here!? Why am I tied up!?"
Being the gentlemen that I am I decided to hold off on apologizing to Yang for later and answered the Faunus's question.
"Why my furry friend, you are in an interrogation room at the Vale Police Department."
I made sure to deepen my voice to try and disguise it. Can never be too careful after all.
She stiffened at that and let out an almost silent,
"Oh Shit…"
"Oh shit is right you piece of furry trash," I said toughly.
"Why am I tied up and blindfolded?!" she asked and struggled. "I have rights you know?!"
"The hell you do you damned dog eared bitch!" I growled causing her to flinch. She wasn't the only one. Yang looked at me in surprise, but I waved her off. "You're lucky you're even breathing after that stunt you pulled today."
"After what WE pulled?" she asked indignantly. "That café had it coming."
"Why? Because we wouldn't let filthy animals like YOU eat at the table?"
"You bastard!" she snarled and started wriggling. "Let me out of here right now!"
"Or what? You'll struggle uselessly?" I said cruelly. "Well it ain't happening sweetheart. You and your kind won't be hurting anymore innocent humans again."
"Innocent?!" she shouted. "You wanna talk innocent? How about the fact that-" I slapped her across the face shutting her up.
The Faunus clenched her teeth and growled at that, but before she could even say anything, I grabbed her by the cheeks.
"I'd put the canines away if you don't want your brains to mix with all your friends, or haven't you figured out what that smell was?"
She hesitated and the snarl left her mouth, replaced with one of panic.
"Y-You're bluffing…" she said uncertainly.
"Are you willing to take that bet bitch? Your friends screamed real good when we spayed and neutered them like the wild animals they were."
It was then that I was yanked backward by my partner in crime.
"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" she spit out while looking at me as if I'd kicked a puppy in front of her, and then proceeded to eat it alive.
I'm sure you all are wondering the exact same thing. What the hell was I doing? Well the answer's fairly simple.
I grunted and leaned in close to her and whispered,
"I'm playing the Bad Cop dummy. She's got to think I'm a corrupt murderous cop."
Yang raised an eyebrow in doubt, "Okay, but what's with the hitting and casual racism?"
"I'm the bad cop! That's how bad cops act! Have you never seen a cop show in your life?" I huffed.
"Yeah I have, but seriously, you're playing the part a little too well."
"It's just an act you bimbo! Now quit breaking character." Yang scowled deeply at me for that, and I backed off a bit, but my own eyes went nearly as scarlet from what I heard next.
"Umm, you guys know I could hear that right?" I looked back to the faunus in shock, noticing her wriggling ears.
"DAMN IT!" I shouted and kicked at a table, stubbing my toe in the process.
"Ow Ow Ow!" I hopped up and down while Yang snickered and the grunt looked around in confusion.
"Alright, enough of this! Who are you really?" she demanded. Knowing the gig was up, I gave Yang a reproachful look as I decided to switch gears.
"Alright fine, you got us. We're not cops, but we're still dangerous, and if you know what's good for you, you'll tell us where your hideout is."
"Ha! As if I'd betray them you stage actor. Why should I fear you when you and your partner there can't even stay in character?"
"Because…" I paused and let out a sigh, "Because I'm The Creeper."
"WHAT?!" she shouted.
"That's right. I'm the homeless guy that…" I cringed, "That likes stalking Faunus girls…"
"YOU FREAKING PERVERT! You're high on our list! Let me out right now so I can rip your throat out, and then find that blonde bitch that you sent after us!"
She continued to shout and threaten me and all that I held dear for a good long while, and in that time Yang asked.
"Okay, now I'm confused. What's the benefit in admitting that?"
"Because someone ruined our last plan, so now I'm no longer the bad cop. I'm gonna have to be the creepy cop…"
"Huh?"
I didn't answer her, because what I was about to do next, I knew she wasn't going to like. I clapped my hands to get the hostage's attention and asked.
"Are you done?"
"No I'm not done! Just let me out of here, and I'll ensure you die quickly and-"
"Yeah, look that's not going to happen. You see, I'm tired of you White Fang jerks hunting me. Now give me what I want, or what happens next will scar you for life."
"As if you could do anything you pedo. You have no power over-"
"I am The Creeper right? Well who said Faunus girls needed to be little?" I asked coyly and she stopped dead in her speech.
"Wh-What?" she asked fearfully.
"I mean, you're a Faunus girl, and you're helpless and tied up at my mercy…" I said in as creepy a voice as I could muster.
"Where are you going with this?" asked Yang, she herself creeped out. I again ignored her and started loudly walking towards the hostage.
"Now tell me where your base is, or I can't be held responsible for where my hands wander…"
"St-Stay back! Stay away from me! NOOOOOO!" she screamed to the heavens.
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Alright, before anyone gets the wrong idea, NO! I didn't do anything unsightly. I barely caressed her cheek before she was shouting any and all information that she had. I was just playing a part people! They all called me The Creeper, so I used that to my advantage! Even I was disgusted by the things I said and threatened to do, but it was necessary.
If that's still not good enough for you, then just know that Yang certainly got pissed at my actions. It doesn't matter what world you're in, there are just some things you don't say and do in front of a woman…Alright fine, I apologize. Are you happy now?
Anyway, after traumatizing our hostage, Yang knocked her out, and we threw her in the nearest dumpster to where the ratted out HQ was. A old, run down warehouse near the docks.
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What? We weren't gonna just keep carrying her!
"Well I guess that was a bit of…dirty business eh Yang?" I joked as I covered the bound woman in more trash. The blonde reacted in typical cold shoulder fashion with a glare and a huff. I couldn't help but slump my shoulders at that.
Ah man. Looks like not even puns can solve this. Guess I'll just work it out later or something. For now I gotta get that evidence so the police can save my hide without knowing it.
With that thought I looked up to a rusty looking window. Aside from going through the front door, it was the best chance for snooping.
"Okay Yang, I know you're still a little peeved at me for my fake racism and slight molestation but I need you to help me out here, Here's what you need to do…"
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*Snap snap snap*
"That should do it, enough photographic evidence to prove this run-down place is a Fang HQ."
"Great, now can you get off my shoulders? You may be pretty light, but your shoes are going to leave stains."
Rolling my eyes at Yang's comment, I couldn't help but sigh in relief now that we had the pictures. That and the fact that she actually said something to me without glaring afterwards, for a short while at least. But still, by some random stroke of luck no one ever looked at the window when in all probability we should have been caught.
Honestly if it weren't for the fact that they didn't have any guards on the outside we'd never have gotten this far in the first place. For a group of terrorists, they sure did have lousy security.
Anyway, after those final shots I got off of Yang's shoulders and stuffed the disposable camera I got from the pawn shop into my trench coat pocket.
Yang rolled her shoulders a bit before saying,
"I still don't get why we couldn't just charge in a capture these guys. I could still take 'em you know."
I simply choose to ignore Yang's comment in favor of making my way out of the side lot of the rundown warehouse. Not the brightest idea, but I wanted out of there before the White Fang decided to go on a smoke break or something.
Thankfully Yang seemed to accept my silence as an answer and sighed before following me out. As we walked out she nudged me with her elbow and asked
"So now all we have to do is get the film developed and off to the police station right?"
"Yep," I nodded. "Along with the warehouse's address too. Then we can finally call it qui-"
"RAGAMUFFIN!"
We had just left the side lot when I was interrupted with a nickname that I hate with a passion. One that I wished was physical so I can beat it, drown it, then bring it back to life and drown it again!
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Look I know it sounds cute and that I'm just over exaggerating, but trust me I'm not. You know why? Well simply put the person who gave it to me was pure annoyance incarnate, and the nickname was just a tool in her quest to drive me nuts, and make me nearly piss myself in fear. Case in point, as soon as that nickname was said, I stiffened up and my teeth audibly clenched as I began to shake.
To add insult to injury, Yang bumped into me after I froze and knocked me to my knees.
"Oof!" she groaned as she tried not to fall herself. "What are you doing?"
"It's her…" I wheezed as my face went pale. Yang immediately brought her fists up and looked to the quickly approaching figure, before she paused in confusion.
"Where? Behind the kid?" she asked as the little girl with the scowl on her face got even closer.
"It is the kid," I whimpered as my worst nightmare approached. Yang did nothing at all to protect me.
"But she's just a kid Bo-"
"OOF!" she was interrupted by my grunting as the evil little girl kicked me in the stomach and put a gun to my head.
"Where the hell have you been Ragamuffin?!" she shouted, her red canine ears twitching on her head while Yang looked on in complete shock.
At this point, do I even have to be coy about who this was? It was the little brat who started it all. My former "employer"/hostage taker. I of course only had the most reasonable reaction to her presence.
"Oh God, Please don't kill me Foxy! It wasn't my fault I swear!"
And before anyone gives me any crap, remember this little brat used me as her lackey for a whole damn month while I was starving on the streets. I'd like to see you not freak out when reencountering your tormentor.
She of course just bared her little fangs and growled.
"The hell it wasn't your fault! Do you know how many M Rated Games and risky anime figurines I've missed out on because of your disappearing act!? I have half the mind to shoot you now for that injustice!"
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What? You all thought I was buying her alcohol or drugs or something? Well screw you for thinking just like the White Fang did! The kid was just using me as a middle man to get trivial stuff. Evil though she was, she still was a kid. Even at gun point I probably would have felt scummy if I'd had to buy her that stuff. True I did get her some Dust that I didn't know what she used it for, but everyone in the world and their dog had Dust. Don't jump to conclusions is all I'm saying!
Anyway, before Foxy could make due on her promise to blow my brains out she was suddenly lifted off me by her pistol courtesy of Yang.
The little brat struggled to get out of her hold, but Yang just held a smug smirk as she held her up to her face.
"Okay cool it tyke. The Boxman needs a good thrashing for some messed up stuff he said and did earlier, and he kind of needs his head for that."
"Oh come on!" I groaned.
"However, I'm surprised you're the one he's so scared of. You look pretty cu-OW!"
Yang was interrupted as the young Faunus bit her hand, causing her to open it and drop her. Foxy gracefully landed on her feet and pointed the gun at Yang.
"Shut up you cow! This is between me and the Ragamuffin here for ditching out of our agreement! So why don't you just butt out before I blast you too?!"
Of course, Yang being Yang didn't take her threat seriously. Instead she only laughed at Foxy's name for me.
"Oh I just can't get over that nickname you have for him. It's just so adorable!" the fox girl growled at Yang's aloofness and cocked her gun.
"It-it's not adorable! It's supposed to be demeaning! In my family that's the worst insult you can give someone!" While this served to only make Yang chuckle harder, all I could think was,
Since when did you have a family you evil street urchin?! Spared from my thoughts Yang's laughter came to an end and she gave me an aside glance.
"Ya hear that Ragamuffin? That's a big insult appar-*THWACK*"
Yang's sentence was interrupted as the little girl pistol whipped her across the cheek. More surprised than anything, Yang took a few steps back.
"That's my insult you cow, get your own!"
Yang stared dumbfoundedly at the kid who had the gall to strike her in the face for a few seconds before her own temper flared and her eyes went red.
"Call me a cow one more time you little brat, and I'll break that toy and make you eat it!" she growled.
"I'd like to see you try Dairy Queen. That was just a love tap, the next attack is blasting off one of your udders!" Foxy spit back causing Yang to clench her fists.
"Someone needs their mouth washed out with soap. That mouth might be missing a few teeth though. I don't take kindly to being hit, and even more so to anyone who threatens and forces one of my friends to do something."
As if you're one to judge! I thought at the hypocrisy.
"Oh shove off! This is MY Hobo. I fed him like the good dog he is, and he gives me what I need. Some mooing prostitute isn't taking that from me!"
"PROSTITUTE?!" Yang shouted in outrage.
Now, as amusing as this shouting match was, or how Bipolar it made Yang seem towards me, or how funny it was to see Yang and a small child about to throw down, they were loud. Really, REALLY Loud! And we were still right next to the Hideout full of terrorists who wanted to turn me into a bullet hole art piece.
"Girls! Calm down! We can yell and threaten each other all we want as soon as we-"
"I have no qualms hitting a small child in public!"
"Why don't you put your money where your mouth is then?!"
As their voices echoed, I panicked and grabbed both of them by the shoulders.
"For the love of God! The White Fang will hear you if you don't-
"STAY OUT OF THIS!" they both yelled as both of them roughly punched me off of them.
And when I say roughly, I mean it. I was thrown backwards with such force that I went THROUGH one of the boarded-up windows of the warehouse. Termite ridden it may have been, but it still hurt.
"Son of a Bitch!" I yelled as the wood splintered around me and cut at my coat. I landed roughly and loudly before I came to a halt.
"Ooooohhhh," I groaned as I held my side.
What the hell? Why am I getting hurt for trying to calm things down? Why are their two immature girls yelling about me and causing me so much pain? When did my life turn into a fricken Anime?
Yeah…My head was kind of loopy after that crash. Though it did clear up fast when I noticed about two dozen masked people surrounding me.
"Ooooooohhhhhh Crap…" I drawled as I raised my hands up slowly. "Would you all believe this was just an accidental chance encounter?"
They would not believe that. Not one bit.
}End of Episode 11{
Ah, a classic anime trope used to further the plot. Now that's some fanfic writing there!
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I'm not apologizing.
Anyway, before I go onto the usual here is the second omake of the fic, a little meanwhile back to Beacon during this whole mess for you all. Roll the tape!
}Omake 2: Sister Senses Tingle [Canon]{
Weiss Schnee has had to put up with a lot thing these past few weeks.
She's had her dust blown up in her face by an inexperienced girl two years her junior
She's had that same little girl not only become her partner, but also her team leader.
She's had to reject the constantly annoying advances of a blonde doofus who can't take a hint.
And she's had to deal with one of the most annoying, rude, disgusting, and downright confusing janitor hobo with questionable sanity she has ever had the displeasure of meeting in her entire life! And all because her younger team leader is 'best friends' with him!
The mere thought that she had to think that description alone was enough to drive her crazy!
But she has managed to deal with it all. For she is a Schnee, and Schnees are able to deal with the most stressful and annoying situations in a calm, cool manner.
She can deal with it all...but this! This is just so…so-
"Frustrating! Why are you making us ditch class to find your brute of a sister!?"
Indeed, her young team leader has dragged her and their fellow teammate Blake in search of her missing sister.
Currently the team of RWBY minus Y were looking through the (conveniently) unlocked Maintenance Room. Why they were here looking for Yang of all people was beyond Weiss.
"Because Weiss, my 'Yang did something illegal' sense is going off, so we need to find her before she goes too far."
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That didn't explain anything you little dunce!
Keeping her anger bottled Weiss sighs before saying,
"As much as I would love to know how that even works, I know it'll just give me a migraine so I won't ask. What I will ask is why we're looking in here for her?"
This time it's Blake that answers from her side of the room,
"Because of what that janitor said, Ruby thinks Yang did something to 'help' him. So we're searching for clues here."
Weiss can't keep from face palming before muttering,
"Of course it's that ruffian's fault. Why couldn't we just-"
"Ahem"
Weiss's, as well as her teammates, backs all stiffen from the small cough coming from behind them. Turning around slowly they all see the other janitor that ruffian is always hanging out with, or at least the one that has to watch over him due to his countless mess-ups.
Her arms folded over her ample chest, she stares down the girls with a bored look as she says,
"You know I could tell Goodwitch that you're all here, or I could pretend I didn't see anything if you all get out with a little fee for the kind janitor who didn't see you."
There is a moment of silence before both Blake and Ruby look over at Weiss expectedly, and once again the fair lady has to control herself before she loses her cool as she slowly takes out her purse.
I swear when I get my hands on that janitor I'll-
For the lady's reputation, I shall reframe from repeating the rest of her thought. Instead I shall end this little insight into the young Schnee's life for now.
}End Omake{
Poor Weiss can't catch a break…and neither can Chris too. Maybe its cause both there names start with C their cursed with bad luck?
Anyway, this is also canon as the title states, but the next omake won't be! In fact it's a idea I got from one of you guys! Here's a hint, it involves a adorable bunny girl and a taser. Cookie to whoever gets it (except the person who gave me the idea, that's cheating).
Time to call you guys out yet again!
TM Calypso: Gald your enjoying even, and you can never enjoy something too much! Unless its ice cream…then you kinda pass out form the brain freeze and that's no fun.
BlackHum3r: Random and out of no where ship, but hey you do you. A true crack pairing…but whats with the name? I can never understand the ship names unless their super obvious ya know?
Prestige Productions: Thanks, and I hope your situation is better considering it's been a year (eh eh). I love making people laugh, so trust me your review made my day too. Also keep on shipping!
Artyom-Dreizehn: Thanks, I hope this chap was just as good for ya!
Le MAO XXIV: Man I just find it so awesome that your reading this. I know that sounds weird but ugh its just so cool! Ahem, anyway…yeah the plot thickening is basically a bad day for Chris. Hopefully Yang was a bit better this chap for ya.
bwburke94: I would think so, I mean how else do they fly their Bullheads and other motor vehicles? Honestly I always thought it was just really potent powder dust.
As always don't be afraid to send in ideas for the story and Omakes! I could always use more, and more ideas means more laughs for you all (hopefully at least).
All logic used in this fic is completely head-canon. All Dust logic and other logic like that are purely fanon. If you don't agree that's okay, it's just how I see things.
Pure awesomeness is coursing through my veins guys! We not only flew past the 150 fave mark with 152 (okay so not flew, more like double jump but still), we also went straight passed the follow mark of 200 with 236 follows! So much pride guys, plus its always nice knowing people are still reading this even though the upload schedule isn't exactly the best hehehehe…
But yeah, thanks always for the faves and follows guys. With all that out of the way this has been LightDusk16 signing off!