Team CLMA, An RVB and RWBY fanfic

Chapter 15: Light Red and Dark Blue

The grey green guy looks down at the streets in a dirty hotel building. He listens to the news as he looks

"-Locals are still sceptical of the mysterious Chorus opening up its borders in a few days time. Some believe that they will attack us as soon as they open them while others believe that it's too unadvanced to attack. What is certain is that they will be joining the Vytal tournament this fall. In other news-"

 There was a knock on the door

"House keeping" said a voice from the other side

He goes towards it and looks through the peephole. It was an old man with blue jeans. He then opens the door and lets the swamper in. The old man thanks him and starts tidying his room and sheets. The man with a green tie lies on the wall as he was cleaning. The old man then spots a sniper rifle on a chair next to the bed

"I'm a huntsman if you're wondering" said the man

"Really?" the swamper said "From Mistral?"

The man looked at him, confused

"I assumed because of the sand on the bed" He gestured at it

"No, I'm not from Mistral. I was doing a job there" said the man

"What sort?"

"Bounty. A woman had killed 100 people and robbed 6 banks. He had a bounty of 903 Lein on his head. I shot straight in the head, giving her a quick death"

The Swamper was taken off by this but quickly recovered "You must be pretty skilled huntsman. What are you doing at Beacon?"

"To visit an old friend"

"Oh, that's nice. Where is he now?"

"I don't know"

The swamper stopped and looked at him "What do you mean you don't know?"

"Continue cleaning, please" He asked in threatening tone. The old man continued cleaning "We went our separate ways a year ago. An anonymous source told me he is here"

"And what are you gonna do when you see him?"

The man with a green tie stood straight up and said "I think you should leave. You're already finished the cleaning"

The old man looked and saw that he was right. He took his cleaning supplies and reluctantly went out of the room. The man with the green tie then looks out of the window again

"Yep" said Tucker to Blake. He, Tex and the monkey faunus, named Sun are looking at Blake as she sipped her tea again

"Guys... Are you all familiar with the White Fang?" asked Blake

"Of course! I don't think there's a Faunus on the planet who hasn't heard of them" said Sun "Stupid, holier-than-thou creeps that use force to get whatever they want. Bunch of freaks, if you ask me!" He takes a sip from his tea

"I was once a member of the White Fang"

Sun chokes on his drink, putting it down and wipes his face "Wait a minute, you were a member of the White Fang?!"

Blake read Tucker and Tex's faces. They were both not surprised "You knew all along"

"For a while" said Tucker

"How did you join?" said Tex

"I was a member of the White Fang for most of my life, actually" said Blake "You could almost say I was born into it" As she told them, she remembering her time there "Back then, things were different. In the ashes of war, the White Fang was meant to be a symbol of peace and unity between Humans and the Faunus. Of course, despite being promised equality, the Faunus were subjected to discrimination and hate. Humanity still thought of us as lesser beings. And so, the White Fang rose up as a voice of our people. And I was there. I was at the front of every rally. I took part in every boycott. I actually thought we were making a difference. But I was just a youthful optimist. Then, five years ago, our leader stepped down, and a new one took his place. A new leader, with a new way of thinking. Suddenly, our peaceful protests were being replaced with organized attacks. We were setting fire to shops that refused to serve us, hijacking cargo from companies that used Faunus labour. And the worst part was, it was working. We were being treated like equals. But not out of respect... out of fear" She returns to reality and said "So, I left. I decided I no longer wanted to use my skills to aid in their violence, and instead, I would dedicate my life to becoming a Huntress. So here I am: a criminal hiding in plain view, all with the help of a little black bow" She wiggled her ears under it