Cat: RWBY
Title: Fanuns Rising
Rating: M
Pairing: GhiraX Kali/Sienna, Ruby X?/? , BlakeXSun/Ilia/Adem
Summary: A Powerful Commander during the Fanuns Rebellions and later Head Cheiftan of the Entire Fanuns Race, Ghira Belladonna decides that instead of just being given Menagarie as a token of peace he takes it one step further and uses everything in his power to turn their small Wasteland into a true paradise for Faunus so that he, his two mates, and daughter's could leave happily. To bad the world has other plans for his children.
this chapter didn't take me a long time. Nothing else to say
"Speech"
"Thought"
"Communications'
I do not own RWBY
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Chapter 3: Family
Location: Patch
Place: Summer's Grave
Time: 1900
The sheer cliff that overlooked the ocean beyond the Island of Patch was a special place to several people. Well not really. It was a special place to their family. Not blood. Blood didn't always equate to family. No their's was a family of Huntsmen and Huntress's that went back at least two generations. So to see the small grave stone with a rose on it was always a sore spot for the young man. He wasn't the tallest kid on the block, standing at only 5'9, the same height as his older sister, he quite lean, but had muscles for days. His hair was chin length red-black hair brushed down with his bangs partially covering his right eye, the start of a sole patch could be his eyes were silver in color, His moon pale skin make his a 'hot commodity' to many of his elder sister's friends. On his left arm was a Cross tattoo with three roses surrounding it and the words 'Thus kindly I scatter' written in it, He wore a sleeveless skin tight black muscle shirt, a red scarf wrapped around his neck, black skinny jeans, a white belt blue gloves with white bands and a back place, matching boots. Two nearly 2 feet long squared pistols with blade's on the bottom on his belts This young man was Krimson 'Krim' Rose. The 15-year-old son of Taiyang Xiao Long and the late Summer Rose. (1)
He raised the scarf upwards covering his face as he began to make his way though the woods. As he walked he felt the the movement all around him, felt the blood lust that permeated the air. The hate, the anger, the hunger. He felt it and he knew it well. He had trained against these creatures of darkness. He came to a large clearing and noticed a large pack of the Creatures of Grimm. Beowolves Creatures that had all black fur that looked like it was phasing in and out of existence, yellow eyes, and white bone masks that covered their faces. Their Fangs and claws were possed to strike at him. Rend and rip his flesh and leave him for dead.
Krim couldn't stop the smirk that came to his face.
He counted to walk as three of them growled at him. They charged at him and lept in the air. Their claws were possed to strike and kill, only their was no blood, no resistance no nothing. The Beowolves turned to look at their pray only to meet a bullet to the head each. He flipped his guns around and blow the smoke out of the barrels.
He shouldered one of the massive guns and smirked at the beowovles. "Obviously you dickheads didn't get the memo. My sister and I leaving for Beacon along with her rather hot friends. I just came from my mom's grave and that always puts me in a bit of a bad mood. So if you guys want to play... I got time to kill. Let's party!"
Several of the wolfs charged at Krim, but thanks to his semblance Phase-shift their attacks passed right though him, but just as quickly as they attacked they were either blown apart or lost their heads to the bladed underside. He ducked backwards under another wolf, before spinning rapidly and decapitating two of them. Once he righted himself he looked at the remaining wolfs. He sighed in annoyance. He must have kiled at least 20 of them and he was sure that their were maybe 50 more. Setting the pistols against each other they extended to nearly 5 feet each and locked together as the handles fused together and fused. The result was a double sided Vale styled Long sword. Halting the sword over his shoulder Krim smirked.
Krim vanished and appeared before the closet beowolf and bisected it. Stopping the attack mid-swing he changed directions and cut another Beowolf's head clean off. The slaughter contiuned and before he knew it the slaughter was over. He flicked the black blood off his blade and turned his blade back into two guns and holstered them.
"I wounder what Sis made for dinner?" asked Krim.
Location: Patch, Xiao Long/Rose/Branwen house
Place: Kitchen
Time:1930
The pot was boiling as the meal inside was steered. The pan with noodle was tossed in the air. The person manning the stove was a young woman. She stood at 5'9 with a toned flat stomach, rock hard biscpes, and a pair of D-cup breasts with thick thighs and mile long legs, her sun kissed blonde hair reached just pass her impressive behind, before it was pulled into a ponytail, wearing a orange tank top, black skinny jeans, and a pair of sneakers. These wern't her normal Huntress clothes, but she was on vacation right now. Both her and her little bro would be going to beacon in a matter of days.
Just a few days ago while they were in Vale Krim had stopped an attack by Roman Torchwick and some thugs for hire. Thugs she knew quite well. Thugs she would have to pay a visit to in the future. But that was neither here nor there. Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon recognized Krim's talent and invited him to attend Beacon TWO YEARS EARLY! Yang was so proud of her little brother. Considering that Yang had practically raised him it was only natural.
The front door opened and a soft barking could be heard, followed by a yell and a loud thud. Yang peaked her head out from behind the kitchen to see their black and white corgi pup Zwei licking the face of her laughing brother.
"Easy Zwei!" laughed Krim.
"So where have you been mister?" asked Yang with a 'mom' glare.
Krim gulped in his mind. Yang was in 'mama' mode. Yang had three different modes as far as he was concened Encouraging big sister. That was self exclamatory. Party Animal. There were many a night where Yang would return from a party drunk off of Strawberry Sunrises. Mama Yang. This was were Yang was at her most protective and dangours. An Old saying about Mama bears and cubs came to mind, but it ecaped him at the moment.
"Out killing Beowovles. Wanted to blow off some stress. This fact that i'm going to Beacon is just... Yeah," said Krim as he began to give Zwei belly rubs.
Yang shuck her head. "I'm not surprised. You always said you were going to Beacon once you graduated Signal, but it takes more then killing Grim to be a good Huntsmen baby brother," said Yang
"Ease up sis. Not all of us can be punch happy brutes who get by on sheer dumb luck and good looks," teased Krim as Yang puffed out her chest and smirked. "Besides your still a firsty too,"
Yang shrugged. She knew that Krim was already experienced at killing grim and with his Sembalance Phase he was practically untouchable. Of course Yang was probably one of the few people that knew the work around to his sembalance and could beat his ass if she really wanted. Her words not his. Even though they were 100 percent true.
"Is dad or Qrow around?" asked Krim.
Yang shuck her head. "Fied not. Qrow hasn't been back in almost 6 months. Whatever he's been doing it's kept him off of the CCT left for an emergancy mission today. He won't be back until one day before we leave for Beacon," said Yang.
Krim shrugged his shoulders. It was probably the story of their lives. "So what's for dinner Yang?" asked Krim.
Yang smiled at her little brother. "Mom's own spaghetti," said Yang
In a way that was better to him then anything fancy. Yang and Krim looked out for each other, they were family and they watched out for each other. Always have. Always would.
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Wanted to leave this chapter short. Yes I created a Male version of Ruby for this story. Mostly due to the fact that I'm going to shake up the teams a bit. Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed this Chapter. I'll see you soon.
A/N
1: YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD KRIM WAS TO CREATE. His design wasn't the problem. It was his fucking weapons that gave me problems. I went though no less then 27 different ideas that were each discarded because they didn't fit what I wanted from him.