Well, when you start a story, you intend to finish it, right?
In this chapter, Yang is going to meet our little "mystery man" during a nightly run. Let's see what's in store for them.
Yang Xiao Long was driving her motorcycle, Bumble Bee, down the already darkened streets of Vale, looking for any trouble that she might run into. She was inwardly getting a little bit suspicious of the recent robberies that had been happening around Vale. That Roman Torchwick had yet to be apprehended and there was always the common criminals too. Yang sighed to herself as she parked her vehicle near a place that was a popular hangout for most troublemakers: a club. Sadly, it wasn't the club run by that guy named Junior, but it was a club nonetheless. And that's all she needed. Yang got off the bike and started to head for the doors, but then stopped. She thought she had heard a noise behind her. She turned but saw no one.
"Too fast for you, Blondie?" a male's voice said from the direction of the doors. Turning in that direction, Yang saw an eighteen year old boy standing by the doors. He was in a relaxed pose and had a mischievous grin on his face. It only took Yang a moment to realize that the boy she saw matched the description of the boy Ruby had told her about some time ago. From what Ruby had told her, this boy had more about him than he let on. Outwardly, he seemed harmless enough, but of course that was just as simple an illusion as a stranger pretending to be a nice guy to little kids until he could find the right moment to strike...
The boy gave a whistle as he looked Yang over.
"You're a cute one," he said in a kind tone. "But that can be dangerous for you, ya know? People could try to have their way with you, and your beauty isn't really gonna help you there. On the other hand..." He smirked. "Looks can often be deceiving, sometimes in a dangerous way. That's what makes us survivors; there's more to us than what meets the eye. Isn't that right...Yang Xiao Long?"
Yang was shocked that this figure knew her name and was a bit suspicious of whatever his intentions might be. But she decided to play along for now, at least until she could figure out what he wanted. Putting on a smile, she gave him a smirk of her own.
"Well, you're not in much room to talk either, pretty boy," she said in an almost flirting tone. "Aren't you a little young to be flirting with girls behind your parents' backs?"
"Says the girl who walks willingly into clubs every now and then, despite being a little young for that."
Yang smiled in amusement. This boy certainly knew how to play his cards. Deciding to be a little more serious, she asked, "How did you know my name?"
"I have ways," the boy said in an unconcerned manner, as he held up a Scroll that showed Yang's picture. At the teen's raising of an eyebrow, he chuckled.
"What? Is this too much for you to take in? Then here's a suggestion: don't. It helps... usually."
"Okay then, what are you doing here?" Yang demanded. Her patience was a bit low tonight, and the boy was clearly not helping.
"I could ask the same of you, but I guess that a Huntress doesn't need much of an alibi." The boy sighed. "Very well. If you must know, I've been on the lookout for a certain Roman Torchwick. Notorious criminal here. Perhaps you know him?"
"Isn't he that guy you tried to help my sister with?"
"That's the one. I think that I know where he'll strike next, or at the very least where his goons will strike, and I think it's time they learned a thing or two about being greedy. You can tag along and help me out or you try to stop me, as I am the equivalent of a vigilante. Your call, Goldilocks."
"DON'T call me that," Yang warned. She then turned away to consider her options. If she turned him in, she would be bringing in a wanted man and possibly get a reward for it. Not that the reward mattered, it would simply be doing the cops a favor. On the other hand, if she tagged along with his plans, she could probably get one step closer to bringing down Roman for good. It was shot in the dark, but it was worth a try. Yang turned back to see the boy with a look on his face that showed he had been expecting this.
"Alright then, Pretty Boy," Yang said with a serious look, "What's the plan?"
"Follow me and you'll find out, assuming that you can keep up. Oh, and you may call me by my vigilante title...the Dancing Rogue. Not the best name, I'll admit, but it's something. And it matches with what I am most commonly known for doing: dance-fighting."
The "Dancing Rogue" smiled and a tether fired from his arm and grappled him up the side of a building nearby. He looked down and said playfully, "You coming, Blondie?"
Yang just smiled and shook her head as she got back on Bumble Bee and followed him from down on the streets.
The Dancing Rogue brought Yang outside to a secluded warehouse on the outskirts of town. He apparently had been suspecting trouble, because he motioned for Yang to park Bumble Bee a safe distance away, hidden from view. He then dropped down to meet up with her once she had found a good spot. Unfortunately, he almost landed on top of her when he did, though it was unclear of whether he had intended that or not. Yang was mostly indifferent to his rather unorthodox methods, but she did raise an eyebrow suspiciously when he pulled off the previously mentioned action. The Rogue just chuckled lightly.
"So, why are we here?" Yang asked as she followed him at a distance. He stopped her with his hand and pulled out a scope of some kind. It looked like a rifle scope mixed with a regular telescope, and it was not connected to any weapon. He peered through the lenses towards the warehouse, then handed the scope to Yang.
"See for yourself," he said, "but be careful. I want that back after you're done."
"Pfft! Like I'd want your scope," Yang countered before peering into the lenses. What she saw confirmed that trouble was brewing. A group of thugs were coming in and out of the warehouse, mostly in ones or twos, bringing in boxes that were labeled with the Vale emblem. However, some of the thugs were wearing some kind of mask over their faces and a red wolf emblem was on their backs.
"Who are those guys?" Yang asked, handing back the scope.
"White Fang," the boy muttered aloud. "What Roman is doing negotiating with them is beyond me. But whatever they're doing, it looks big." He turned to Yang and grinned. "What do ya say we kick-start their night with a little party? They look like they could use some cheering up."
"I'm down," Yang replied, smirking back. The two quietly sneaked over to the warehouse, avoiding the attention of the guards. Yang and the boy peered through the entrance and looked around at the operation going on.
"No sign of Roman," the boy said in slight disappointment, "but he's definitely been here."
"So, any ideas?" Yang asked.
"One, if you like loud noises. Let's just say that their party is going to start off with a bang."
"Don't you mean, it's gonna start off with a 'Yang'?"
The boy chuckled. "That's a terrible pun, but I like it. Alright, let's do this."
The boy suddenly broke into a sprint towards a stack of the boxes, jumped impossibly high and landed on the top. His actions had not gone unnoticed, but he apparently wanted that.
"Hey fellas!" he shouted, attracting more attention to himself, "Is it just me, or is it getting funky in here? Well, how about we spice things up a bit?"
The boy threw an object to the ground and another at the ceiling. The object on the ground exploded into smoke, while the object thrown at the roof turned into a disco ball that attached itself to the ceiling via a grappling hook. Music started to play as the boy dropped to the floor.
"Let's dance," he said in a formerly fashion. He then literally began dancing to the music that was played. It was around this time that the White Fang chose to attack. Two charged him with melee weapons, but to their surprise, he simply twirled around on his feet, dodging their swings, then did a break dancing motion that swiped their feet out from under them. A few more fired their weapons at him, but the boy merely moon-walked out of the crossfire, causing the criminals to accidentally hit their downed comrades. The boy smiled as a large figure charged him from behind, screaming like a banshee. With a loud "Alioop!" the boy did a backwards vault over the charging Faunus and activated something on his wrists and feet: gauntlets and footwear which doubled as guns. Letting loose with all four barrels, the boy rocketed back towards a wall behind him, taking out the Faunus with his rounds at the same time. He bounced off the wall into another guard and officially ended the fighting in his area. Over the sound of the music, he could still here gunfire. Guessing correctly that Yang was in combat, the boy rushed over towards the firing and came upon the scene, just as Yang activated her Semblance to fight a few nasty looking White Fang members. Her hair glowed and her eyes were red. A small pile of golden hair could be seen on the ground, and the boy guessed that had pissed her off.
"Figures," he said nonchalantly as he calmly watched Yang beat the tar out of the Faunus, "I should've known that's why she keeps her hair unkempt like that. It looks nice regardless, but I'll bet she doesn't like anyone touching it."
"You got that right," Yang replied back, having finished combating the Faunus. Her eyes had returned to their purple color and her hair was no longer glowing. "No one touches my hair, unless they want a few broken bones."
"Well, I've faced worst than broken bones," the boy said with a smirk, "but I think that it'd be rather inconvenient for me to experience something like that at the moment."
The two looked at the damage they had caused, only just noticing that the music inside had stopped.
"Oh boy! We'd better move," the boy said as he started at a walk away from the warehouse.
"Why?" Yang asked in confusion. Suddenly, the roof exploded and a shiny multi-colored flare fired into the sky.
"That's why," the boy said without turning around. "You coming Blondie, or do you want to explain to the cops what happened?"
Yang took one more look back at the warehouse, then followed the boy out of the area.
"Well, that certainly went better than I expected," the boy said later, once they had gotten a reasonable distance away from the scene.
"What? Did you think I couldn't handle it?" Yang asked, but almost sounded humored.
"No, I thought that I'd mess up my dance moves. But apparently, even after being out of the game for so long, I've still got my touch! You, on the other hand...you were amazing! And I didn't even get to see the full fight!"
"Well, I am a Huntress for a reason."
The boy chuckled, then looked down at a watch on his wrist.
"Well, it looks like our time is up, Goldilocks. You might want to head back to Beacon before the Three Bears get home. Wouldn't want them to know that it was you who ate their porridge, now would we?"
Yang laughed. "Why do I feel like this is going to be a common theme for us now?"
"Because it probably is," the boy said with a smile. He then said more formerly, "Goodnight, Yang. Catch ya later!"
The boy threw a smoke bomb on the ground, disappearing during the confusion caused by it. Yang waited for him to leave, then got on Bumble Bee and drove back in the direction of Beacon Academy. She still wasn't sure if his presence was reassuring in the town or not, but she could be sure of one thing.
He was one less fiend to worry about.
The boy watched Yang drive away from the rooftops of Vale with an admiring glance.
"Well, Miss Xiao Long has some skills. Good. She'll need them for the fight ahead."
He sighed. But that's what worried him, wasn't it? No one had truly succeeded before, and the students at Beacon Academy were still rather young.
"Still, there's always a first time for everything," the boy muttered, "but for your sake and their own, Ozpin..."
The boy dropped down from the roof of the building he had been perched on and casually walked down the mostly-vacant street.
"I hope you know what you're doing, because I sure don't."
Well, what'd you think about that exchange? For any who are wondering, the mystery man will reveal his name in due time and will soon be a more open friend towards Team RWBY and Co.
Lemme know what you thought in a review, and I will see you all in the next chapter!
Peace out, fans!