Okay sorry for the wait here's the chapter sans note
Location: amity colosseum
No one's P.O.V.
Inside the walls of the Bird cage was complete mayhem for the majority of Cinder's forces who couldn't pull out before the cage closed. In addition to the royal family's arrival they were met with at least three airships worth of the royal military's forces. The white fang may have arrived in droves amounting to at 500 strong but they were outnumbered by at least double the man power.
The Colosseum itself not so. There were only a select few souls present in the entire structure after the students and civilians had been evacuated. Port and Oobleck were still currently blasting away at the swarm of griffins circling the arena.
"Pistol High HEEL!"
"UGH!"
While in the airship docks Mercury was being toyed with by Jaune's 14 year old surrogate brother Dellinger. The silver haired young man could hardly stand after being on the receiving end of his pistol-like high heeled kicks and was bleeding from many puncture wounds left behind by them.
Mercury maybe stronger than the average huntsman but this... this KID! This was a skinny little brat in short shorts and Goddamn HEELS! And THIS is who is gonna put him down!? He couldn't have that kind of stain on his pride. He stood tall and spit a glob of blood of his mouth with some new fire in his eyes.
Dellinger on the other hand stood back to look at his handy work and laughed to himself. He hadn't had the chance to really let loose on a target, especially one that was a cyborg from the knees down. But he couldn't dally for much longer, he was supposed to kill him so he can regroup with Gladious later down at the city. He prepared to give the silver themed terrorist a few more kicks to finish him off.
Dellinger moved in a blur of speed towards the injured fighter, he circled mercury and darted around in each and every direction. He was leaving behind several after images that Mercury almost couldn't keep track of the real one.
But he did. And he made his move.
He shot forward towards where Dellinger was headed and launched a kick of his own at the blonde teen. The sound of his shotgun leg tore through the hangars and echoed of the walls with the deafening crack. Unfortunately for the mercenary he still wasn't fast enough, the shot missed the blonde's head but it tore through his cap revealing his blonde hair and white horns to the world.
"You-" The air around the two chilled.
It was at that moment, Mercury knew that he fucked up.
"-ASS!" Dellinger shouted delivering a spinning kick right into the mercenary's ribs. The force shattered all the ribs on his left side and sent him skidding towards the edge of the docks. Mercury hacked up a large glob of blood and coughed out a few more before clutching his bleeding side.
"Bastard, that was my favorite hat!" he growled tearing the shredded remains of the cap off his hair."I don't have any more time to play with you, so I have to end it right here."Mercury watched the blonde's eyes change, his pupils expanded and revealed the blood red irises that he once thought to be black. He looked as the boy straightened himself and opened his mouth wide showing his now shifting pearly white teeth. What he didn't expect was for them all to fall out and new sharp ones to jut out from the gums like a damn shark!
"*GROWL*" Dellinger let out a feral growl as he shot forward and chomped down on the mercenary's left shoulder.
"GAAAAAAAHH!"
Mercury finally gave into his pain, and fell into unconsciousness with the sharp teeth still embedded in his flesh. Dellinger ripped his new teeth away and kicked his body to the side in a heap by an airship. He grinned madly and laughed his haunting laugh, looking down at his toy's sprawled form.
"Don't underestimated my family or Fighting fish lineage!" Dellinger cackled. He paused hearing the sound of footsteps coming from the side. Curiously, he peeped around the bullhead and saw Mercury's green haired partner and about a half dozen white fang soldiers.
He once again cracked a mad grin."KYA HA! More playmates!"
Vale Streets
Hazel Rainart was making his way through the chaos inside the city, Smashing apart any Knights or grimm that crossed his path. He had been ordered by Salem to be nearby Cinder in the event that her invasion fell apart.
It was safe to say that it had indeed fell apart, and was sinking deep into the icy black waters of failure. No one expected the Royal family to be present or that they would actually take action.
And yet here they were; the white fang unable to pull back and Cinder doing battle against the king of Vale himself. He might not even make in time to bail her out before he likely slays her, and the power of the maiden will be lost to them once more. He put those thoughts aside, so to not muddy his mind with hypothetical what-if scenarios that would only serve to hinder his progress in retrieving Cinder.
He continued on, batting away grimm and robots without care. After while there none left for him to put down. Leaving him to continue in relative silence, save for the sounds of fighting and pandemonium across the city.
It was honestly beginning to bore him despite the chaos. Honestly he felt there was hardly a challenge at all here.
*SPLASH*
The unexpected splashing noise and the strong grip on his ankles made Hazel curse inwardly realizing that he jinxed himself a second ago. The sudden downward pull forced him the the ground and found it to be in some sort of liquid state. He was dragged down to his shoulders before the pulling stopped, and the grip left his ankles and the concrete returned to its solid form.
Effectively trapping him in the road.
The concrete in front of him on the other hand began to form ripples like water. And before him a head of black hair popped up from it, and slowly a man with a black suit and yellow ascot sporting slicked backed hair with sunglasses slowly rose up from the liquefied street. The moment he lifted his foot to step out the ground stopped rippling and the man stood on the once again solid street. Once he stood at his full height Hazel noticed that the man may in fact as tall as he was, if not taller.
Overall the man before looked quite intimidating...
If it weren't for the fact he had a large yellow pacifier chomped between his teeth.
"I apologize for that..." Senor Pink's deep voice cut through the silence. Plucking the pacifier out of his mouth before twirling it on his right index finger.
"-But I can't let you go any further." He finished looking down at his captive.
The trapped Hazel merely grunted in response. "And why not?" He asked, the sounds of fighting still lingering in the background.
"Because I know who you are, Hazel Rainart." With that the trapped agent of Salem burst out of the solid ground. And prompted Senor to jump back away from the rubble, not that it concerned him.
"And I won't let you retrieve the bitch that hurt the young master." Senor promised the man, chomping the pacifier back between his teeth.
He owed a great deal to prince after all.
Flashback: 10 years ago
Location: Small village close to Vale
Senor was racing to get to his and Russian's cottage, the heavy rain already dampening his suit and the flowers in his grip. he needed them so he could apologize for not being home. But with the previous week having been what it was he had good a reason, not that he could tell her. Even though he had been watching Jaune after the incident he doubted Russian would accept it so easily.
She hated huntsman after all.
No matter what he couldn't tell her that he worked for the royal family as one. She holds to much hatred for them for getting off from the collateral damage they caused, almost always without major consequence.
At least in her eyes they do.
A team of huntsmen and huntresses destroyed her family's home as a little girl, accident or not the team did nothing to pay them back for the damage. It was because of that he lied about his work. She never forgave them or forgot the incident, and would just make her hate him too if she found out. He doubted the business trip lie he has would make up for his absence, but he hoped the flowers would.
Finally reaching the front door to their home he flung it open and bolted inside, neglecting to close it. Senor quickly searched the house and spotted her sitting in their son's room, but there was something off that worried him. She had her ginger hair was covering her eyes and she was holding a photo in her hands.
He rushed over to her with the flowers still in hand. Senor stopped in front of his wife, he stood there catching his breath. He gasped out an apology in between his panting. He got over his brief loss of breath when he heard his wife mutter something. Senor couldn't quite hear her at first until she repeated it louder.
"Gimlet is dead." Russian said with a quiet, almost hallow voice.
The flowers fell from Senor's hand."Gimlet... died?" He uttered breaking out in a cold sweat.
"A week ago today. After you left with saying anything, he got very high fever!" Her voice started breaking, barely able to hold herself back from bawling on the floor."I tried to take him to the hospital, but it was too late! He couldn't make it!" She said as few tears fell on the glass picture frame.
"You're a liar!" She almost screamed, her tone changed to a furious one. She stood up from the chair and gripped the picture frame tighter, as angry tears began to form. Senor finally saw that she was holding a photo of their now dead baby boy. Russian set the photo down before she got in her husband's face, even though he was nearly two feet taller.
"I called the bank you said you worked at repeatedly! But they said they had no employee like you in their records!" She shouted and started pounding her fists against Senor's chest.
"What do you really do!? Why did you have to go away from the entire weak without a word!?" She continued pounding on his chest as the storm raged outside.
Speaking of, just outside in the front of the house there were two figures that stood waiting. Both could hear the wife's yelling and felt terrible, but it made all the more important for them to intervene.
They walked inside the open door as the yelling escalated." TELL ME THE TRUTH! JUST WHAT KIND OF MONEY ARE WE LIVING ON!?"
"Why can't you tell me!" They followed the yelling and found the husband and wife, though the two didn't notice them. "WHAT DO YOU REALLY DO!?"
"I-"
"He works for me." A deep serious voice cut off Senor and answered Russian's question for him. She stopped pounding on Senor's chest and they both turned towards the new voice.
They stood shocked their apparent new guests, the first was a man even taller than Senor. He had blonde spiky hair and wore a deep red suit and dark black suit with a red tie, but what stood out most was the pink feathered coat over his shoulders and the odd sunglasses (1). The second was a blonde boy wearing a simple dress shirt and black pants. However he several bandages around his head and hands, his right arm was even in a sling with a thick cast.
"Y-you? You're Vale's king!?" Russian said shakily pointing her finger at the monarch."H-how? What's happening right now!?" it was all becoming too much for the grieving wife, and so she collapsed back into her chair.
"This is my son. He had a bad feeling and wanted to come here for Senor." He answered and turned to leave the room. "I'll let him take it from here. Senor-"
"Y-Yes, my king?" Senor asked.
"Bring him back home to Mariejois when your done here. He still has to recover." Doflamingo ordered his officer before he left.
"O-of course." this was almost too much for the hard-boiled man. Though he can't say he didn't see something like this coming from Jaune. Out of all the officers he and Vergo spent the most time with the young master, when he wasn't with the king or the younger family members.
"I'm very sorry about what happened ma'am, but please don't be mad at Uncle Senor. It was my fault he wasn't here." The seven year old Jaune apologized to the grieving mother.
He went on to explain everything had happened to him in the past week, and why Senor couldn't be home. He told Russian how Senor was a huntsman and an officer in the royal family. Jaune even told her about his abduction the week before, Russian meanwhile was hanging on to his every word. Some parts even had her in horror at what happened to the boy. Jaune profusely apologized to her about Gimlet, he almost placed the blame on himself for the child's death with some tears forming in his eyes.
And he would have hadn't Russian interrupted him by pulling him into a hug, saying that it wasn't his fault. It managed to calm him down and keep him from crying, even though he could feel some of her tears drip onto his shirt.
After some time to think Russian came to a decision. She told the two it would take time to accept all this, but she will eventually come to forgive Senor. It would be some months before she even truly laughed or smiled again. But thanks to an idea of the young master that change very quickly.
And all Jaune did was have Senor put on one of Gimlet's old bonnets. While he grabbed another plus a bib, and couple of pacifiers to try and get her to smile. And it worked.
Back to the present
The memory was still crystal clear in Senor Pink's mind. It was thanks to Jaune his family didn't crumble completely, and why he keeps the pacifier as a reminder of both him and Gimlet.
But he doesn't have any more time to reminisce, now that he was swimming inside the concrete around Hazel. While Salem's agent was attempting to smash the street around him with his bare fists to keep him away, it wouldn't matter though. As long as Senor's free swim ability is in effect anything he swims in turns to a liquid state when it makes contact with him. Except for people and animals that is.
He decided not to play with Hazel any longer, a hard-boiled man doesn't screw around after all. He completely submerged himself in the road and moved right under the dark agent. He leaped forward out of the ground and tackled the man onto the liquid road. Senor took off with Hazel by his waist towards the closest obstruction to crash him into. Senor made use of a couple of street lights to do the job, swimming at top speeds straight through three before stopping at the fourth.
Senor backed stroked away from the dazed Hazel, now leaving him trapped in the road again. Hazel grunted as he regained his bearings and once more busted through the concrete.
His aura flaring in a deep green as he brushed himself off. He had no scroll with him to measure it, but he was experienced enough to know at least a quarter of it was gone.
He stared at the oddity of a man in front of him. He was dangerous sure, but this all seemed strange for the nobility. He witnessed this man swim through solid ground while chomping on a pacifier. The king himself wore pink feathers and he swore he saw one of his officers flying around using his hair and shoes as propellers.
He had a feeling if Vale's royalty was this bizarre who knows what the other Kingdoms families were like.(2)
And that is a wrap, sorry for the sort of short chapter. I'm sorry for not updating in a while, but starting college was taking up a good amount of my time. But anyway hope you guys enjoy this and merry christmas guys.
1: Doflamingo's outfit at 28
2: that's right everybody, I have plans for the rest of the kingdoms' royal families.
Anyway I will try to get out more chapters and get Jaune of Angel finished as soon as I can. Please leave reviews on this and my other stories as well.
Peace!
