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Chapter 7
Yang gets arrested (again…)
Or
Breaking News
4 years ago.
"Do you why there are four members for every team?" the White Fang' youngest commanding officer asked out of the blue to his second in command.
Looking up from her new book Blake responded. "No why?"
"Religion"
That was the answer she couldn't comprehend fully. Book forgotten she focuses on the tale of enlightenment Adam was going to tell.
"White, Black, Red, Yellow are the colors that make up all Grimm." He begins to set the mood for the story like any good story teller should.
"When we still practiced religion, the most popular one foretold of the coming of beings that will ride out in horses with those exact colors to warn of God's judgement on this world." Adam pauses for dramatic effect. "The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, White meant Pestilence, Red meant War, Black meant famine, And Pale (aka Yellow) meant Death" Adam described each rider with a different edge to his voice, to emphasize the meaning of each one, from dark to malevolent, from insidious to inevitability
"And the Grimm have given us all them." Blake cut in.
Adam continues. "And with the four horsemen taking form, humanity and faunus had to take steps to postponing their eradication, and soon hunters were forged from the fires and natural selection in the violence of a world that was too uninhabitable for such a weak species such as ours." It came out like a mock at the end, Blake noticed "And four was the number they chose, saying it was the most strategic number per each team, but I don't by that, because even now they still cling to the past, a past where God loved his children."
Adam looks to Blake and then to the sky above them, the wind blew stronger and the white clouds lost their silver lining as they turned darker; a storm was growing. But it was too early for it to come."
"We have chosen four because we have chosen to forget any other symbol but of the one's endangering out very existence. We forgot God and everything else that came with the power of faith. Ever since the very first Grimm came in conflict with man…" He turns to Blake again.
"It was on that day that people knew that God had died. And the Grimm came to feast on his rotting corpse."
Present Day
On board an airship set on auto-pilot, Adam just ended a very important call as he, Ask, and Desire watch a pile of slowly decomposing broken structure and bodies that used to be known as The Cage. They admirer their handy work in terrorizing world governments, how they deny the world the technology of the Cage as well as exacting justice to an organization that would have been out of the public's ignorant eye, in summary they deserved it, now to the matter of Ironwood's highly probable search party had to be dealt with.
"Ask, what are the chances of the Atlesean Government sending a rescue party for their dear general and a hit-squad for our heads mounted on a pike?"
Currently Atlas held the title of the most technologically advance kingdom in Remnant, and with the greatest technology, it also meant the greatest military. A military believed to be one of the largest, most powerful, most technologically advance and most combat successful fighting force in the modern world.
It was a novice feat to calculate that they would surely investigate the disappearance of one of their seasoned generals who bravely investigated the destruction of a vital science project. And for someone to provoke the wrath of a superpower with that amount of resources and manpower they'd have to be incurably disturbed or extremely powerful.
Thankfully, Team ADA(M) was quite frankly both in every sense.
Adam's question may have sounded all too rhetoric but Ask still gave an answer.
"High to the point of inevitable." It was a realistic answer for an all too surreal question. Ask firmly believed in that outcome, for logically, no one wants to lose a powerful chess piece right before a game truly takes off. It didn't take a chess master to know that.
"Any suggestions?" To be honest they were all a little tired of blowing shit up, especially dead shit that just needed to be cleaned up. Quite frankly it was only fun when they were alive, still capable of screaming and crying but now, it's like poking a dead body: Fun and morbid but you'll get tired of it eventually.
So how does one evade the attention of one of the four kingdoms that in context govern a quarter of the world? Too tired to really even try to give a damn they let the Cage's prisoner sentence it.
"Even from here I still hate that shit-stain on a mountain. Why not get rid of it?" Desire, the once labelled Alpha-LI suggests. "All of it." She ends with a darker tone, one befitting monster an inch from provocation.
Ah, the classic overkill, it was expected and natural course of action but neither of them wanted to do it, they could but just slaughtering all those men gave Adam a bit of a cramp in his leg, can't have that now can he, besides blood lust never really lasted long when you relieve it. And Desire's been playing the same note for hours, a song gets ruined when you play it too often, and Ask…
Adam faces the Cage for what seemed to be a final time, hating every second his eyes had to look at it. "It does ruin the mountain's natural calm beauty." There it is, plastered on his half-covered face; a rare smile that meant either an atrocity worthy of hell fire or a supreme scene that will embody the word 'awesome'.
"Ask by my guess it's already been a while." A sigh could be heard by the end of that sentence.
Ask understands immediately but follows Adam's command reluctantly, he puts his hands together, left on top of right, as he slowly pulls them a part a small black dot between his hands grow. The air around them whirls as the small black hole between Ask's hands spins rapidly, the light being distorted round it creating a void of nothing that bends everything. The gust of gale force winds make Adam's coat flap, and Desire's asymmetrically cut hair flow so much loose strands were almost being sucked in.
"Did you know if a sound goes over 1,100 dB it will create a black hole?" Ask stated a matter-of-factly
Not something he'd need but Adam nevertheless added that to his mental list of Useless Trivia. Desire was too close to saying the old 'No I didn't know' line but she honestly in her words "Couldn't give to shits"
Seeing as if the diameter and distortion the light around his hands were enough, he rests the black hole on one hand and offers it to Desire, gently handing it on top of her open palm.
"It's your prison." He justifies his generosity, the mountain and the dark vortex of infinite god killing properties literally in the palm of her hand; she propels it forward with a focused scream. The scream launches the black hole right on top of the mountain; it grows in size for each inch it travels until it reaches a size almost as big as the mountain itself. All the mountains contents, the layers of snow, the entire base, the bodies of dead, machines of war, even bits of the mountain range were being sucked into the black hole, it could very well achieve critical mass and suck up the entire Atlas kingdom if it wanted, thankfully for them Ask turned it off before it could achieve its full potential.
They couldn't destroy Atlas now, that would be foolish. They still had too many plans for it.
"Thanks." Desire elbowed him in the gut for not saying 'you're welcome' back.
With all shreds of evidence that could point to them being here being sucked into oblivion in the most scientific sense of the word, they are now free to travel into the heart of faunus terrorism without any unwanted attention.
All of them, even with their heightened faunus senses (except Ask for wasn't a faunus), fail to notice a blue streak of energy flying away from the mountain.
You're standing too close to a flame that's burning.
Hotter than the sun in the middle of July.
Sending out your army, but you still can't win;
Listen up, silly boy, 'cuz I'm gonna tell you why...
I BURN!
-Lyrics to I Burn, a song currently stuck in Jaune's head
Back in Beacon Jaune's brows quirked at the apparent warning written under his friend's portrait but nonetheless answered the man holding said warning of the pyrotechnic blonde. "Uh-yeah she's in her dorm just take a right and it's the last door on the left." He informs the much older male in front of him.
"Thank you." The man with the others behind him left swiftly and took a sharp turn to the right. Jaune could see him tap into the waist held radio on his person.
"All units we have a lock on the suspect, dormitory building on the south east side, first floor, last one on the left. Please be advised suspect could be armed and very dangerous." The man emphasizes Yang's threat level as he barks the orders at his walkie-talkie, being sure to make it clear while keeping it quiet enough for anyone not immediately in front of him to hear.
"Thank you, sir." the man now confirmed to be a police officer thanked the confused Scraggly Knight. "You've just added a criminal investigation, but please stay clear of this area until further notice." And with that, he leaves Jaune in the dust.
"Wait. What?" eyes on the brink of exploding from his skull he stayed in place, until realizing what he had just done.
Police looking for Yang + Criminal Investigation + Wanted Poster + Armed SWAT =
"Aww...SON OF A BEOWOLF!" he curses just as all hell breaks loose.
Back in the Team RWBY dormitory Blake's old favourite was once again rudely interrupted…
…by a SWAT team.
CRASH
Was the sound the battering ram made as it forcefully opened the Team's door.
The small dorm room was suddenly filled to its maximum capacity with dozens of SWAT officers armed to the teeth with automatic weapons and equipped with the best body armour Vale's finest could afford, to further the shock and awe SWAT rappelled down the building, crashing through the window with practiced ease, all pointing their firearms at every single member of RWBY, each member raised their hands on instinct, Ruby raised hers as she screamed.
"It wasn't me, I didn't do it!" she yelled in an attempt to make herself more innocent, further causing the opposite effect.
Weiss had a more…prissy reaction.
"How dare you barge in to our private residence, I demand an explanation immediately!" It may have been a threat but her powerless position nulled the authoritative effect of her demand.
Blake just raised her hands, dropping her book in the process. Her mind raced with worst case scenarios, all from her time in the White Fang, to her overdue library books, Shock n' Awe coupled with adrenaline had away with clouding sound reasoning.
'This can't be happening, I-I made sure I everything I've done in…No this-this I deserve this, I deserve to be arrested and trialed then executed via firing squad like a terrorist right before I'm water logged for information regarding the white Fang and…him.
All these thoughts made Blake sick to her gut, she felt nauseous and dizzy. If that was the police's intended outcome, then fucking A! Blake just wanted to puke her guts out for an apparent reason. No chance in hell she was getting out of this one so Blake just closed her eyes and accepted her fate, finally ready to accept the consequences of her actions.
'All those people, those innocent humans- no innocent people, the hospital fire, I helped them burn it down, it was my fault. And for what? Because they refused to treat faunus? The politician, I killed him right in front of his kids, they might never grow up without remembering their father's blood drenching their sheets, and all because he didn't support our rights enough. And that Schnee mine…I rescued faunus being mistreated but did I have to execute the Schnee employees in charge? Most of them were interns, one of them looked like he wasn't any older than me…I was 13'
It was as if Blake resigned her fate to the law, and justice will prevail, maybe her execution will be an example, the optimist she left dormant in her thought, maybe her death could inspire more faunus and human's to come together… Oh who was she kidding? They'd probably start another war, a young girl executed for being a member of the White Fang, that's just like throwing a grenade in a hornet's nest, a hornets nest the size of Vytal. They'll probably keep killing each other until they forget why they were fighting for in the first place. Thankfully it wasn't her that was the SWAT team's primary objective.
It was Yang.
The SWAT officers team grab and tackle Yang, pushing her against the wall as they handcuff her from behind, the officers not in the process of cuffing Yang were either aiming at her in case she was to resist violently or aiming at her possible accomplices; Ruby, Weiss or Blake. As the handcuffs were on, the detective in charge gives an order to move her out.
"Officer Yang Xiao Long, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…"
'Yes, that's right, go on, arrest the criminal. Arrest Yang-'
"Wait…What?"
The Miranda Rights, the police detective just said to Yang the Miranda Right's, that means only one thing; Yang is being arrested. Yang not Blake but Yang, Blake just stood there petrified and all doing nothing as the police begin to arrest her partner, in all her life, even in her most private moments never felt so ashamed of being relieved.
But by just a simple glance towards the panic free expression on the blonde suspect's face, it would be safe to assume that she had experience in the matter.
"On what charges?!" Yang asked calmly albeit angrily, surprising everyone with her knowledge of what to do in this situation, shocking her team more than ever.
But to be honest, are you really surprised Yang had experience with getting arrest?
"Arson, breaking and entering, destruction of property, and…" The officer stops midway, trying to find the stomach to say the rest "And multiple record counts of murder of the first and second degree." The lead cop explained, while leading her outside the room at gunpoint.
Multiple was a bad word when followed by 'recorded counts of murder', that either meant they couldn't tell how many people might have died because of disfiguration, or so many have died they were still counting.
"I demand my lawyer." Yang once again defied expectations, in a situation when most people would have just screamed for their mommy; Yang expertly knew what to say and how to say it.
All team RWBY could make of that was; 'Yang has a lawyer?'
As the SWAT team escort her away not kicking and screaming as they expected. The RWB without their Y was now free to call out to their wrongfully convicted teammate. They were by the hallway as they made their promises.
"Don't worry Yang! You'll have the entire disposal of the Schnee Lawyers." The Schnee heiress with all her unlimited resources promised her blonde (probably guilty) friend.
"That's right Yang! We'll clear your name." Ruby added to the promise. "Weiss! Blake! Attention!"
"Huh-" Blake's eyes shifted from her partner being strapped on a prisoner transport trolley and wheeled away at gun point, to her team leader about to give her an order.
"In order to clear our Yang's name, we must prove that she didn't do any of the things that the police said she did." Ruby declared boosting the three-quarters of the team's moral.
"Weiss!"
"Yes, Ruby." Weiss was in attention, like a soldier, attentive and ready for any order to be barked right in her face.
"You need to go follow Yang, help prove her innocence while we search for evidence." Ruby's plan wasn't so bad, having Weiss with all her SDC lawyers around could in fact clear the matter; everyone knows a good group of lawyers were the key to getting out of murder.
The back of Blake's mind had other thoughts. 'Yang, Innocent? Doubt it.' Innocent to the crime yes, innocent to anything else no.
"Aye aye, Ruby." Weiss answered like a sailor to the Captain of the ship.
"Blake!" Now the fearless leader in red turned her attention to Blake.
"Yes Ruby." Now Blake was getting into this mission. For whatever reason, just being called out made you pump for any mission. The sudden feeling of nausea gone, she was ready for her part in this mission.
"There are a lot of cameras in Beacon, find lots of recordings of Yang, like ALL OF THEM to prove Yang has an Alibee."
"It's pronounced ALAH BYE Ruby." Weiss corrected.
Ruby heard the correction, but since it was a stupid-ass correction, she elected to ignore it. "I'll head into the shady parts town to find out who's trying to frame Yang." Ruby seen her sister do this sort of thing loads of times, go into their bad-guy lair, ask nicely for what they know, and if they try to be mean and attack her she can kick all their butts and scare the boss into giving the information. And if that doesn't work she could always…
"And how pray tell can you do that?" You have to admit, going in to the darkest and dirtiest parts of the utopian city to savagely beat criminals into giving information was not what you could see an adorable girl like Ruby do. As much fate as she had in her leader (which still isn't as much as it should) Weiss had to be skeptical.
And what was Ruby's answer regarding that matter:
"I'll grab them by the Wang!" Ruby said, imitating an almost identical Nora "Let's break his legs" line.
Weiss goes"…" while madly blushing
Blake goes"…" while incredibly mortified.
"What…?" they both go, unable to comprehend how sweet, innocent Ruby could do…that.
From how weird that sounded, Ruby reeled back. "Okay that sounded allot more threatening when Yang says it…" she admitted, Yang always was more physically imposing than her. Ruby may be good with a scythe but without it she could never beat Yang who has muscles-on-her-muscles.
Not even beginning to try to understand what the hell this conversation was turning into Weiss replied with "Again, What?!"
"And why did that police detective call Yang 'officer'?" and finally they address the well-hidden elephant in the room.
"Oh right." Ruby said as if forgetting to mention that detail earlier on. "Yang was a cop for a whole summer when we were still attending Signal." she explained as if it was the simplest answer in the world. That answer had an opposite effect on Weiss and Blake's already shell-shocked heads.
"Yang was a cop!" Weiss practically screamed, the idea of someone like Yang being given the position of such power not boding well in the pit of her stomach. Just the very thought of Yang fighting crime seemed incredibly difficult to imagine, seeing as how Weiss always thought she'd be the one doing the running not the chasing.
"Yup." Ruby cutely answers as she changes from her school pyjamas and into her combat gear and hood. Never forget the hood.
"As in doing police work like catching criminals and going on patrols?"
"Yup."
Blake's brain seemed to prohibit itself from thinking of Yang being an officer of the law. 'You think you know someone.'
"What was she like?" Blake quickly felt dumb for saying that, she knew how Yang was, so she corrected herself. "As a cop I mean."
Ruby begins to tell the story "Well…she was a detective"
Flashback
Several months ago
Summer Vacation.
Detective Yang Xiao Long, had just been recently called into duty by a few uniformed officers, when a 911 call came saying a body was found earlier this morning.
"Detective" the UNI addressed her as. "Our John Doe shot himself in the mouth with a burn-dust gun."
Yang grabs her sunglasses
"Seems like another one…"
She puts them on.
"Bites the dust."
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"Judging from the wide entrance wound through the eye and thin exit wound at the back of the head; the victim must have been stabbed through the eye with a long sharp object, the killer then pulled it out in order not to leave evidence." The detective then shifts his attention from the victim's obvious clues to the smaller details.
"He was fully-dressed and his hands were clenched into fists, these all point to our victim was not caught by surprise, he saw his murderer and possibly even fought him."
Yang grabs her glasses.
"Then it's safe to say our vic…"
She puts them on.
"Saw the point"
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"Detective, the owner of the restaurant was found illegally serving whale meat to his costumers."
Another detective comes towards them giving his own comment "They're overcooked too." He knew for certain since he was currently eating the endangered species, critiquing the terribly prepared dish assaulting his pallet and horrifying the other police officers around him.
Yang grabs her sunglasses.
"I guess the meat was…"
She puts them on.
"Whale-done."
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"Did you hear about the train cart full of dust being stolen?"
Yang grabs her sunglasses.
"That probably wasn't in the crewmembers…"
She puts them on.
"Training."
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"The poor soul got hit from behind by a runaway Schnee dust truck."
Yang grabs her sunglasses
"I guess he didn't…"
She puts them on.
"Schnee that one coming."
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Currently Yang and her fellow detectives are in hot pursuit of an escaped convict in a large Vale apartment building. The convict takes a sharp right turn; he dashes down the flight of stairs but stops to admire himself in the mirror but continues back down.
"What a narcissist" the detective next to Yang psycho-analysed while running down the flight of stairs to pursue the narcissistic convict.
Yang grabs her sunglasses.
At this point the detectives around her already knew what would happen, some braced themselves for the inevitable.
"So you're saying he's a…"
"Really? Right Now?" A detective groans next to her.
She puts them on.
"Condescending con descending"
The very annoyed detective next to Yang pushes her down the stairs' railing in response, she lands perfectly fine on top of the not-so-perfectly fine condescending convict.
After her fellow detectives finally catch up to her, the narcissist had already been handcuffed. The detective at the back says
"Looks like you fell for him." he instantly regrets opening his mouth "Oh no..."
Yang pats him on the shoulder I'm so proud of you. Hit it!" the detective closest to her presses play.
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With the stories of Yang's escapades scarred permanently in Weiss and Blake's already shocked minds, neither of the girls could even comprehend the sheer absurdity of Yang's lines prior to when they've meet. Blake especially found the one about the train extremely shocking. Weiss however had only one thing she could say on the matter.
"Who in their right mind would let Yang be an officer of the law?"
Speaking of not being in their right mind, the prime example was currently giving a textbook definition on how a sane mind can degrade.
I order to retain some sense of normalcy many people (particularly skilled people) had some form of vice to cope with the cruel and beautiful world. Notable examples would be Ozpin's coffee addiction. A veteran like himself would surely have experienced the harshest of tortures and seen darkest of horrors. The same could be said of Oobleck with his own caffeine addiction, but his is more function then pleasure.
Even within our three clinically insane criminals Adam with his rebellious writing, where he pours his very hateful heart and lack of a soul into. And Desire with her love for all things musically related, even her darker side had a liking to…other forms of entertainment. All these were very legitimate forms of stress relief.
Ask however had a much more ridiculous means of mental stability.
"BABY SEALS!" Ask screams with childlike delight as he rushes towards the baby seals on the beach they were stopping where indigenous to Atlas' Southern and Northern shores, the cold climate and natural defenses was a a safe haven for them, away from the monstrous Grimm that plague the most of the world.
Adam and Desire could only stare at how one of the most dangerous and brilliant sociopaths that have ever walked the surface of Remnant, turn into a blundering fool at the sight of the infants of a certain species of marine mammal; baby seals.
"In retrospect, they may have put him in that mental hospital for a reason."
"You think?"
"All the time, you should try it." Was the snarky remark Adam came up with.
'Mr Orion's not the only one who deserves to be there.' Was Desire's snarky reply.
"Shut up!" Desire screamed to the voice in her head, leading Adam to misunderstand. "I was only kidding."
"BABY SEALS!"
"That wasn't directed at you."
"Oh." Yeah awkward. Despite all the interviews he needed for his novel's main character, Adam could never truly tell when Desire was talking to him or to her...other soul.
"BABY SEALS!" Ask squeezes one tightly, hugging it with a disturbing amount of obsession, this could all be due to being withheld baby seals for so long in the asylum, and his actions could be represented as catching up.
"And here I thought I had issues."
'You do' Desire reminded Desire.
"Shut up." She says through gritted teeth, paying attention to keeping the volume of her voice low enough for only her to hear.
"We all have issues." Adam unsociopathically admits his faults, all while technically insulting his teammates.
"BABY SEALS!" Although some have worse than others.
"Hey baby seal molester, why are you so obsessed with these things?" the things as Desire labelled them were crawling towards her in the hope of escaping Ask.
"Why, you ask, for they are nature's answer to human-induced extinction."
"…You had me and you lost me."
"Seals, specifically baby seals, are genetically cute. I theorize that this is evolutionary and quite possibly be in order to avoid extinction."
A baby seal bumps into Adam, he picks it up to eye- mask-slit level, it's adorable eyes practically looked into his very core. "Allot of endangered animals do have cute kids." I mean have you seen a polar bear cub? Those things are flipping cute.
"Precisely."
"You hear that?" Desire, the being who hears all, asks her comrades. She heard it, that much was certain but it could've been anything.
"Is it the sound of Ask trying to squish three seal infants into one super baby seal? Then yes, I did hear that."
The baby seal in question tried to wiggle away from Ask hugs of death. To the baby seal's surprise the crushing force from Ask suddenly ceases, it lands safely on the beach shore running towards it's mother, who herself was running towards a different far safer direction.
"They're here." Adam whispers as if warning, he walks cautiously to the shore, the waves failing in snyc, the winds dying with each step Adam took. His shoes felt wet as the Command Center for the White Fang surfaces from the depths it has travelled.
"A submarine…" Ask states the obvious.
"Hey look it's your mom's dildo." Desire faked exclaimed.
Just as the crew begin to send men in for them to board the trio, Adam gives one order to his newly established team.
"We only need one survivor."
With those words, Adam has let hundreds of poor souls enter the Locker, and forever change the course of Faunus Civil Rights in all of Remnant.
Blake was on her way to Beacon's security room, after her team split up to fulfil their individual roles. Yang may be at times impulsive, rash, and albeit violent but Blake knew without a doubt in her mind Yang could never commit an evil deed such as murder. On her way she spoke with Professor Goodwitch for permission to use borrow the surveillance videos around the school to prove Yang's innocence. Although she was reluctant at first, sighting that Blake should leave this to the professionals, translation: adults, the sorceress gave finally in as she saw the young girl's devotion to her comrade, and as any self-respecting teacher would do in a rare learning moments such as this, she gave Blake permission and outright authority to defend her partner on Beacon's behalf. For relationships may be problematic in their lifestyles, partnerships were the bonds that keep Huntsmen and Huntresses alive in more ways than one. And as a teacher, and as a huntress, Glynda would cultivate that bond so long as she had aura in her body.
Passing through the arena as a shortcut, the ex-freedom fighter and now huntress in training was half way to the security room where the internal defenses of the academy where operated, Blake was however side tracked as she spotted a familiar combination of a knight blonde hair, white armor, and terrible coordination in the distance headed right towards a redheaded, bronze armored, and extremely well composed Spartan.
"Pyrrha! Pyrrha!" Jaune kept calling out her name as he speed to her, judging from his failing breath and heavy lifeless steps he's been at it for a while.
'Doesn't he have any stamina' Blake thought a bit meanly compared to her usual self, Weiss must be influencing her more and more lately. The ninja of the team, Blake naturally observed the situation from a darker and higher point of view, thinking whatever made Jaune run all the way to Pyrrha with his limited amount of running abilities, it had to be of extreme importance.
Pyrrha finally noticed her leader running towards her, the sportsdrink in her hand would mean she had just finished training in the arena. "Jaune?" she sounded surprised Blake noted, probably from Jaune's current state of exhaustion.
He stops directly in front of her, panting madly with his head down and hands resting on his knees to stop himself from falling over from fatigue "I…need to…tell-Agh my lungs are trying to kill me!…tell you something."
'He's hyperventilating; did he run all over Beacon just to find her?' Blake worriedly thought this must be of great importance for Jaune to exert himself so much, at first she felt bad to have to spy on them like this but her presence could be disruptive to whatever it is Jaune had to say.
"Jaune what's wrong?"
With one last deep breath of hair Jaune finally begins "It's something I can tell only you."
"You can only t-tell me?" Pyrrha splutters with her face turning into the same shade as her hair slightly.
'What's going on here?' Blake was relieved she chose to hide, this scene was turning into something that required a less visible audience.
"I need to confess something." The exhausted huntsman in the making told her blindly unaware of what that sounded like.
"C-Confess." Pyrrha maybe a prodigy but she was still a girl and situations like these were what every girl dreams about.
'Oh god' Blake starts realizing something 'I can't stop watching'
"It's something I need to get off my chest." To the average observer it sounded innocent enough but to two girls it had a little more to it than that.
Pyrrha's breathing becomes erratic, blood pressure spiking, cheeks reddening; all in all it was normal for most girls. "So what is it you needed to tell me?"
The dense walking brick known as Jaune Arc kept going as he failed to notice his own partner turning different shades of Ruby's cape.
"It's Yang"
And with that Pyrrha's heart needed glue.
"…" Okay it looks as though the goddess of victory needed time to process. "Yang?"
'Yang!?' Blake internally screamed she's too good to scream externally.
"You like Yang?" the hurt in Pyrrha's voice said it all, the cluelessness in Jaune's said he was an idiot.
"What? No, no, no, no, no, no, it's nothing like that; I just didn't something really bad that's all"
Blake proceeds to exit her hiding spot, finding this seen to depressing to watch. She stops when suddenly Pyrrha asks a question.
"So did you want to say anything to me? You know anything you wanted to confess to? Something I don't know…personal?"
"I thought I just did something I shouldn't have, and I really really sorry I did it, so I wanted to get it off my chest but there was no one I could talk to, since with Ren and Nora gone, Ruby rushing in to the city, Weiss busy helping Yang, and I can't even find Blake!" the faster he spoke. "And if I just said something else none of that would have happened and we'd all still be-"
"Wait I'm your last resort?" Even though they've had very limited interactions, Blake could tell this was one of question the Indestructible Girl asked that you'd need to answer cautiously. As they wait for Jaune's response he kills the mood by bursting into an awkward laugh.
"Of course not, if I could choose I'd always pick you first." And again Jaune was completely blind to Pyrrha's reaction, for those few words, her mood brightened unbelievably.
'Guess it's safe to say Jaune's off limits' She was worried about the other girls though, despite his lack of admiring qualities Jaune did have an abundant supply of redeeming one's besides Blake wasn't looking for anything romantic.
"Besides you're not my last resort your my only resort."
"Hey did you hear that?"
That sound the clueless Arc heard was the sound of Blake's palm striking her head own face so hard it caused her to lose her sight for a slit second.
RWBY Fact: Did you know if you dump Jaune into water he would sink because of how dense he is.
"Jaune, what's this about Yang?"
"I kinda...got her arrested."
"You what?"
Blake heard it but couldn't believe how these events have transpired. She needed to know, and to know she needed to observe, and so she did, how Jaune Arc had anything to do with Yang's arrest was something she needed to know.
"A cop came around our dorms, he asked me if I'd seen Yang around, I really didn't know what I was doing but I told him and suddenly lots of cops just came and arrested Yang."
Blake sighed apparently unaware she was even holing her breath. She was beginning to feel paranoid, to think she suspected Jaune as an actual suspect. He was Jaune of all people not some criminal mastermind or deranged psychopathic…she stops thinking for a while, feeling worried that by describing the real killer all she could think about was…him.
'No, that's not possible'
"So that's what all that commotion about."
"Yeah…"
"That seems strange."
"I know right?"
"But what did they convict her of?"
"Murder" Blake answered coming out of nowhere scarring Jaune a bit, making him jump out of his sin with an unmanly yelp. Reminding Blake about a screaming girl Yang and she heard during initiation.
"Sorry" she apologized immediately after startling her friends. "I shouldn't have been so quiet." Old habits aren't hard to break, they just keep fixing themselves. Years of practicing invisibility can take on many bad habits, turning ninja-mode off was at times harder than turning on.
Pyrrha wonders just how Blake could be so sneaky in heels. That was until another thought came along: Why would she even need to wear heels?
Unlike the Schnee heiress whose graceful ballerina style elegance and poise almost needed heels, Blake's stealthy ninja fighting style requires agility and proper footwork, both of which can be pain in the ass to accomplish with 3 inch stilettos.
'Maybe it's to add to her height?' Pyrrha starts guessing Blake's insecurity towards her height. 'That bow does lead to suspicion' Blake's iconic bow does increase her height by roughly two inches.
Suddenly feeling bad for judging a friend, Pyrrha immediately stops her speculation. Not really realizing just what dark secrets that little black bow held, or the evil that will come with it.
"It's find it'll take more than that to scare me" was Jaune's attempt at regaining his lost masculinity in the eyes of two incredibly hot girls of his age group.
"Right…"
"Anyway…why'd they think Yang killed someone?" In their limited amount of time together in Beacon, Pyrrha saw no signs of Yang being capable of murder, like all her friends she values them for who they are, and to do that she knows who they are, and she knows Yan well enough to never be able to commit such an atrocity as cold-blooded murder.
Blake shrugs as answer, feeling guilty that she wasn't at all fazed with the accusations given to Yang, she felt even guiltier that she was actually relieved it was Yang and not her taken into questioning.
"Weiss is going to where Yang is right now, she even contacted the Schnee Dust Componay lawyers to help out."
"That's nice of her."
They all stay quiet, like they were expecting a bad pun any second, none came, no "Yeah that's Weiss of her", or something with equal level of humor.
"I miss Yang."
"Yeah me too."
This wasn't the first time Yang was in a police station, but contrary to popular belief this was the first she was going to be interrogated. Turns out her sweet little sister beat her to that.
"Where's Tide?" was Yang's opening question, the look of her interrogators' faces clearly showed neither of them would grace it with an answer.
"Looks like you're in a lot of trouble, little lady."
"Harry, stop calling me that." Yang looks at the door expectantly, as if waiting for an inevitable intervention.
"That's Detective Harry to you" Det. Harry incorrectly says his rank, since it's your surname that should follow the tittle. Yang replies back with several 'Yeahs' with a 'Details' at the end.
"Where's Tide." She asks innocently, rattling the elephant proof binds that keep her hands on the bolted metal table, it was clear the moment she was brought for interrogation that the police thought of her in the highest regard in terms of strength, Yang would be flattered at the countermeasure if her nose didn't itch.
"Where were you at the hours of four o'clock to five o'clock in the morning yesterday?" Harry begins questioning, Yang in her short amount of time as a budding detective with an attitude; instantly knew how to thwart the newly promoted detective.
"Where's Tide?" she asks once again, blatantly ignoring the question addressed to her.
To say the detective was irked was an understatement; he was close to lashing out at the blonde bombshell brawler, good for him his partner intervened with another Question for the Huntress in training "Does the name Junior ring any bells?" clearly Harry's partner was the good cop in the clichéd good cop bad cop routine, Yang fondly remembered being the latter in more than one occasion.
"Where's Tide?" she asks again with the same tone as before.
A palm slamming the metal table was her answer "Answer the question!" yelled the detective, Yang smiled teasingly at the outburst, one of her name sakes; Sun Tzu would applaud of her use of his Art of War rule: "If your enemy is temperamental seek to irritate him…"
"You answer mine." she puts the offers on the table, not really wanting to know where Tide was but if she made them compromise and play ball with her, then in the end she'd have won.
"Where's Tid-"
"Right here." Without any of them realizing the door was open and at the foot of the door was a young woman with strawberry-blonde whose hair was orange with blonde streaks coming out, square framed glasses, doe brown eyes, a white button up shirt, and brown slacks. She had the aura of danger and fearlessness in her that some would find in the most decorated of hunters, her gaze was friendly as well as caring but in a matter of seconds as she turned from Yang to the officer's in the room her gaze became calculating, fierce, commanding, even degrading. As she looks at Yang back again she raises her hand just above her head and waves politely with a semi-awkward smile on her lips, with her other hand she wheeled her chair to enter the interrogation room.
Yes, Tide is in fact paraplegic, wheelchair bound, crippled, robbed of the ability to walk, paralysed from the waist down.
"So tell me Yang, where were you between the hours of one to five this morning?" she asks the same question asked earlier, but clearly she said it with a more relatable approach, Yang answers immediately.
"At my dorm in Beacon, I go there now." Her answer was clean and clear, adding some necessary status update.
Tide nods a little with the answer given, writing it down on a table. "Can anyone support your alibi?" she asks the voluptuous ass-kicker supreme, earning her a nod with and a consequential boob jiggle.
"Oh loads, my team can vouch for me, Ruby- she's my sister who also goes there too-slept later than me so she saw me sleeping the entire time." She delivered believable alibi, calmly as well as crisply "Besides I don't usually wake up till six or something." Her casual comment made it sound even more believable; a student's sleeping patterns have always been rather predictable if you have their schedules.
Tide smiles warmly at the answer, before ordering a quick "Leave us" to the detectives in the room. They are against it of course, who in their right mind would leave their wheelchair bound with a savage force of brutality, fire, and bad puns.
"But Commissioner you can't really be thinking of-" Hole's protest was immediately silenced by Tide. Her single merciless glance could drive anyone to obey, eyes so beautiful and sweet should not look that way.
"Don't worry boys, I can take her." She reassures with a butter-melting smile with a not so hidden threat in the context.
"Remove her restraints too." There were still not taken off after a second passed "Noooowwww~." With that final word Yang's bounds were removed, and as Tide ordered, the two detectives reluctantly left the room. Now only the sunshine blonde and the product-placement blonde were in the room. Both were now facing each other, awaiting the other's reaction before giving their own.
"Took you long enough." Yang complains jokingly, happy that she can finally scratch her nose.
"Can't get out of trouble, can you?" Tide teases her like an old friend would in a far less…inhospitable atmosphere. Eventually the two girls begin to discuss the dark side of the recent events. Events both of them knew were only a shadow of the far darker plan afoot.
"So…Junior's dead."
"Yes."
"And you guys suspect me?"
"Not all of us but most." Tide honestly responds to the inquiry, being truthful and delicate. "You did destroy his club about a year ago." She reminds Yang of her not-so justified destruction of Junior's place of business. "Twice." She corrects herself.
Yang fondly laughs at the memory in response. So much good times she's had harassing poor Junior and his human-trash infested club, all the arrests made there, all the tips she's gotten, all the little things you get from torturing- I mean-interrogating someone. Her mood turns grim as she remembers what exactly Detective Harry said as he arrested her.
"He's not the only one, isn't he?"
"Junior was just one of several atrocious murders." Tide's voice had an edge to them, a worried edge.
She adjusts her glasses, the glint bouncing of them, making her pupils almost impossible to see.
"In the last 24 hours there have been at least fifty counts of homicide, all of whom are part of organized crime in one way or the other, specifically crime bosses."
Tide explains to the now curious Yang, her voice matched the sinister nature of the crimes she described; dark and cold. A perfect duplicate of the gravity of what transpired and what is soon to come.
Yang was both in shock and in interested, questions keep racing through her mind from the old habit she seemed unwilling to break. What could possibly be the motive of all the murders? What could someone possibly gain from killing some many people? Who could be capable of causing that much death? And why did Junior's specifically call for her as he main suspect? Her mind raced through several answers, but one kept coming over and over. And in all likelihood it was the worst one possible.
"Someone's taking over Vale's criminal underworld." Yang barely said it, but she did, she said the one unbelievably correct answer.
"Exactly." Tide with her brilliant mind expected that were the case from the beginning. "But who?"
That was the million-lien question: Who?
"Achoo!"
"I warned you about your coat, you'll probably have a cold that would last approximately 37-hours give or take. I should do some experiments on faunus colds and metabolisms."
"I'd say bless you but I heard demons were too damned for that." Desire cheekily remarks.
"Funny how faunus jokes are only acceptable when faunus say it?" Ask wonders aloud to himself.
"That's cause we're just as speciest as you guys are."
"Ah." Ask says in affirmation
Not- two feet away from her, Adam was close to silencing her for almost divulging the state of Ask's race. He hesitates a bit from the her exact wording.
'This she just say speciest?'
"Both of you keep quiet."
"Fine." And just like that hey both stopped like quarreling children obeying their parent.
"I must've misheard you. Can you repeat that?" Weiss asks Yang to do. The army of lawyers behind the pale heiress waiting impatiently for their client's 'Level 1 Priority Case'. That case would have been helping a certain Yang Xiao Long not get thrown into prison for a crime she (allegedly) didn't commit. Sucks for them since Yang in all her Yang-ness already found a way to get out of another mess, making their presence in the police station as useful as a t-rex's stubbly arms.
"The police don't have any substantial evidence to detain me, so they're letting me go." Yang repeats as she was told. Not seeing what was coming.
"So you're saying…" Weiss urges her to keep going.
"I'm…no longer under arrest."
"So that means…" And going…
"I can leave."
"By that you mean…" And going…
"I'm free to go."
"So in translation:" And going…
"I-" Yang was rudely interrupted by the Ice Queen who isn't as awesome as the true Ice queen; Elsa "Wasted my time." Was Weiss' icy cold critique aimed solely on the brawler.
The pleasant personality of the Schnee family, blessed is their kindness and generosity and their lack of bitchy qualities, for they are perfect in every way and we; as imperfect creatures must do as they say for they are above us. Oh let them be an example to the less verbally abusive and mentally inferior 99%, and may the Head of Schnees drink from the blood of every filthy faunus who dares oppose their almighty and benevolent rule.
-Source: The Snow That Suffocates an Entire Species, an essay by Adam Taurus.
"And let's not forget the time of the SDC lawyers. Do you know how long it took me to get them all here?"
"Actually Weiss, you wasted their time."
"Four hours! It took me four whole hours to get them all the way here!"
"Ah Weiss you're-"
"And don't get me started on how much I have to pay for nine lawyers, not that I have to worry about money or anything."
"You're not going to stop are you?"
"I rushed them all the way here because I was lead to believe you'd be executed on the stop under false charges."
"Weiss-"
"I even forced myself to use those disgusting forms of public transportation. All because you and your depraved habits and repugnant faults made even the most professional law enforcement officers of Vale believe you were capable of cold-blooded murder."
"Weiss~" the way her name was said in a sing-song tone visibly angered Weiss, such a childish way of addressing her was beyond reprehensible. But Weiss had a rant to finish and in no means does her teammate's unprofessional address would stop her rant.
"And how pray tell, did you even manage to avoid getting thrown into a prison cell?"
"Weiss were you-" Her patience broken and rant finished she'd allow Yang to give her an explanation.
"Was I what Detective Xiao Long?" her tone came to an obvious mock as she said Yang's former tittle.
"Worried about me?" Yang gift of tease worked wonders, after just three little words the proud Schnee heiress instantly does an accurate imitation of Shia Le Bouf
"I-I-pffffhhh It's not –Ah pffffff, you were gonna pffffff- I just pfffffff- You could have-pffffhht" though her failed attempt of denying was adorable what surpassed that was her even more unsuccessful attempt at trying to make her posture look professional and intimidating. In short it just made her look smaller and made it easier for Yang to…
"How dare you! Get your hands off me this second!" Yang hugged her from the side, even with heels Weiss' smaller height made it easier for the blonde Bunsen burner to envelope her completely.
As she squirmed the prissy princess, squirmed too much and she came face to face with Yang's very ample bust. And so the White Dust Wielder had never been so red.
"Umm…were still here by the way." The SDC lawyer closest to them reminds.
With one final push against the no longer resistant and teasingly smirking Yang, Weiss was about to go on another rant, no doubt reprimanding everyone for her own embarrassment. Until all the television sets in the Police Station played the exact same thing.
And everyone, even some of the felons under arrest stopped dead in their tracks.
In a dark room the only remaining member of Team RWBY still in Beacon and the only partners left of their band of eight had a marvellous idea of what being a lonely, socially awkward, forever alone, nerd felt like.
Everything was dark, screens giving of the only light source, wires and cables everywhere, claustrophobic nightmare, IT kind of Monday. The trio endured such change for the liberation of their friend, an so as they search for every legitimate footage they could find of Yang for evidence to back up her claims of innocence.
"Thanks for helping me out guys." Blake was very grateful, just the thought of reviewing all the footage of a school as large as Beacon would be too much for her, Headmaster Ozpin didn't make it easier as he seemed to have an OCD for recording everything his students didn't with his hundreds upon hundreds of hidden cameras, Blake even saw footage from Vale meaning Ozpin kept even the Kingdom of Vale within his line of sight.
'There's a thin line between prepared and paranoid'
Then again she'd have never met Ruby if it wasn't for Ozpin's network of espionage.
"It's no big deal, it's my fault so I should help out at least." Jaune sounded more guilty than okay as he claimed, this tiresome endeavour felt like a penance for what he did than anything else in Blake's mind
"Jaune, for the last time, none of it was your fault, it was no one's fault." Pyrrha sympathetically reminded the slumping knight with too heavy armor.
Those may have brightened Jaune a bit but Blake had to them "Except maybe the one who committed all those crimes."
"Yes, except him." Pyrrha all but sighed, the ninja was curious on how the amazon thought of this, but she kept t to herself for now, knowing full well her faunus lineage made curiosity dangerous thing.
"Hey guys I got one where Yang's tuning her shotgun-fist things. Should I add it to the files."
"Yes, we might need every shred of evidence. Oh and Jaune."
"Yes."
"They're called gaunlets." A look of teenage embarrassment flashed n Jaune's face, he scratches the back of his head slightly, it wasn't his fault shotgun-fists sounded way cooler.
"That's great Jaune, maybe the police would be made aware her weapons weren't at full capacity at the time of the crime." Pyrrha cheered again, as she looks towards Jaune she notices something off with what the image on the screen was doing. "What's that?" she gets up from her computer and towards Jaune's.
"What's what?" Blake was now curious this time and walks over to where Jaune was herself and sees the reason why Pyrrha was so concerned.
It was a simple icon that blinked red, an alert. Now another mystery appeared: What was it alerting?
"Click on it"
Jaune clicks on it and out pops the Lisa lavender of the Vale News Network.
"We are sorry, we interrupt this program for a breaking news report. The White Fang leader has been captured. I repeat the White Fang leader has been captured…"
Blake couldn't hear the next part as she finally understood Jaune Arc's pain in regards to motion sickness.
That's because she just threw up…
"Ahhh! Blake…" All over Pyrrha.
End of Chapter.
AN: And so ends my vacation. Tide's actually for another story I added her here for a reason I refuse to disclose. Having trouble coming up with a name for the White Fang's current leader, I named the Lieutenant though which is nice. And yes she is named after the detergent brand.
Just wanted to shed some light on Blake's actions as a member of the White Fang, and yes people, horrible things like these happen everyday and we just don't really care, and I just wanted to write about how even the one's committing these crimes feel. The White Fang are terrorists, there's no sugar-coating it.
Blake's starting to show symptoms, baby's are parasites in away. I should know, I was a baby too once.
Oh and Desire is still weaponless and that is something you'd expect. Ask's personally belongs were held in the asylum, Desire had neither luxury nor need for a weapon at the time of her breakout.
And as for Yang being a cop, it's something from a a story I've already written most of, I just can't seem to want to update it due to low viewership. And fun fact, you DON'T need to go to the police academy to be a detective for the police.
Jaune's confession wasn't as good as I wanted it to be, Blake and Pyrrha are difficult to write for me personally.
Spot my fanfiction shout out.
Till next time.