Nixera Ebon was on a rooftop, watching a White Fang meeting. Purple eyes surveyed the warehouse they were in, right eye looking through the scope of Nightfall, left eye hidden by jet black hair. Once, she would have sympathized with the White Fang, as faunus needed their freedom, their rights, their respect. But she only was with them when they were all peaceful and protesting. Now that they were out for blood, they needed to pay the price.
Worse yet, innocents were in their crosshairs from time to time, and that would not do. Granted, they weren't ALL bad. Mainly, plenty of their number had realized what they had become, and left the organization. Her friend Daisy was one of them, and she had also heard about that one girl, Blake.
The latter actually managed to get out before causing TOO much harm, and was even attending Beacon, something she never fit into, as everyone would always want to stare too hard, or even bully her, all for proof of the accident from her past. The accident that claimed her parents, burnt down her home, and had forever marked her entire left side, requiring excessive care to that area, causing her to curse her true nature, and forever hide herself.
Through the scope, she watched as a briefcase was exchanged for a crate, the former she guessed full of Lien, and the latter full of Dust, likely some of it from the Dust store that was robbed. She zoomed in as both were opened, confirming her suspicions, though some of the Dust was clearly labeled "SDC." She had no love for the Schnees either, she thought they could all get fucked, especially since they were one of the primary reasons the White Fang existed. If all the White Fang did was steal from the Schnees, she would leave them alone. Enslaving faunus was reason enough.
"What are we going after Nix, the Dust or the cash?" Daisy asked through her earpiece, and Nixera swung her weapon around, spotting her friend hiding around a corner, quickly glancing up at her position.
"Both," Nixera responded, as she looked back at the deal. Hands were being shaken and they were getting ready to part ways. "I'll go for the Dust, and you can ambush them for the cash," she says coldly, taking aim at the lead White Fang member carrying the crate to a truck, where his friends waited. Once he was out of sight of the seller, she fired, immediately knocking him out, while alerting some of his nearby friends. Now for the shitty part, she thought, as she focused intently on the area, and with a small flash, and a feeling of being squeezed through a tube, successfully Blinked to the truck, Nightfall transforming into its katana form upon arrival.
All the White Fang members turned to attack her, but she was too quick, and slashed at one of them before he could respond, while another got a shot at her back, blocked by a combination of her aura and her secret. She whipped around and slashed at him as well, parrying another's attack before counterattacking and knocking him out. Another hit was about to come for her, but she Blinked away just in time, appearing behind the man and slashing away at him, going on and on until all the White Fang henchmen were defeated. Before they could wake up and recover their Aura, Nixera opened the crate, and took all the dust, stowing it away within the many pockets in her coat, before making a series of Blinks away, back to the abandoned house she and Daisy called home.
Daisy herself was already there, holding up the briefcase she had acquired. "A good haul on my end," she said with a small smile. "Should be enough for food for a bit. How will we distribute the rest? And what will we do with the Dust?"
"The money we'll distribute," Nixera responds, pulling her hood down. "Give it back to those who deserve it. As for the Dust...we'll give it back as well," she explains as she removes her outer layers and boots. "Though we can save some money, treat ourselves to ice cream at some point."
"Good to know," Daisy says as she looks her friend over. "Did you overstretch anything? Get too warm? All that scar tissue can't sweat," She asks, paying attention to Nixera's left side. "I think we have to apply more lotion again," she says with a frown.
"No, I didn't overstretch, or overheat," Nixera says with a small smile as they go to their shared bed so Daisy can apply Nixera's lotion, as Nixera herself removes more of her clothes, revealing the burns running down her entire left side, cradling her breast and butt, and snaking their way down her arm, as well as her leg, and then laid down on her right side next to Daisy. She flinched a little as the cool lotion touched her burned yet tanned skin, but relaxed upon feeling her friend's hands massaging the lotion into her.
"Thanks Days, I needed that," she smiled up at her friend, grateful for the help and the comfort she provided. Well, rather, it worked both ways, in that Daisy tended to Nixera's medical needs, as well as hiding Nixera's secret, and Nixera herself consoled Daisy whenever she had a flashback of her past, of the moment that made her betray the White Fang. Granted, life was shitty, having to squat in an abandoned house, but they had no other choice, as Daisy was an active criminal, and Nixera's secret often earned her scorn, even among those that normally should welcome her. But they had each other for comfort.
Unfortunately, based on what they had heard and seen, they might have to pack up and move again, to another abandoned building, and were eying an old weapon workshop that was about to be foreclosed upon, Fiye Weapons, with a house on the upper floors. It was currently occupied by someone they had crossed paths with, and had fought a few times, the old owner's bartending daughter. Oh if that bitch calls me Bacon ONE MORE TIME, I might actually have to kill her. Her witchcraft won't work on me, Nixera thought, tensing up slightly, but relaxing again when Daisy's hand caressed her face, to apply lotion there.
"Thinking of the future move?" Daisy asks, as she applies the lotion, slowly not just to help it set in, but to caress her friend's face tenderly. "And...the Red Witch in the way?"
"You know it," Nixera says, putting her own hand on top of Daisy's. "I mean, from what we've heard, she SHOULD sell the place. Why doesn't she?"
"Because she's also the Red Bitch too," Daisy laughs, staring into Nixera's purple eyes as Nixera sits up, putting her arms around Daisy.
"Oh no question," Nixera laughs as well, giving Daisy a kiss. Daisy returns it, even as she applies more lotion to Nixera's rear,, which makes Nixera moan softly.
"So it seems you want MORE than just lotion rubbed into you," Daisy laughs with a sultry voice, as shivers run down both their bodies.
"Days, you always know the answer to that," Nixera purrs, even as she removes her friends clothes.
"And based on stereotypes, I'm supposed to be the horny one," Daisy chuckles as she helps Nixera get her naked, nibbling on Nixera's neck. "Must be...your special secret, doing it to you," she laughs, as she massages Nixera's back.
"Hey, we're rare enough as it is, most don't even think we exist. I'm not sure how many others there are," Nixera responds with a moan, as she feels up Daisy. Soon enough, hands were roaming across each other's bodies, exploring every inch of each other, though by now there wasn't such a thing as an inch they didn't know. It had been 4 years, and yet they knew everything, about each other's bodies, and their gifts as well, but tonight Nixera wanted to refresh their memories in that regard, committing each other's bodies to each other's hands, as well as mouths. Daisy in particular enjoyed how hot Nixera's breath could get, even though Nixera herself kept it under control, and because of her secret, wished her breath wasn't so hot. But for Daisy, Nixera's hot breath was particularly enjoyable, especially on sensitive areas. They lost track of time as they explored each other's bodies, pleasing each other in just the right ways, until they rewarded each other with their orgasms.
Afterwards, they hugged each other close, falling asleep in each other's arms, grateful for the company, and support. It sometimes felt like it was them against the world, but every now and then, that felt OK for them. Each had their burdens, and had shared them with the other, and they were as close as could be, physically and otherwise. They'd almost say sisters from different misters, except for...all the ways they comforted each other. Though they were almost thinking differently about that. And at least they were doing SOME good for the world, working to erase what crimes they had committed against Remnant.
