Yang watched silently as her days left the house, closing the door shit behind him without a word to his duaghters.
Yang rushed to the window and watches her father got into the car and drove away.
Yang gave a smile. Now the plan begins.
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"Yang! When we'll we find second mama?" little Ruby asked from behind Ysng as she sat in the cart.
"I dont know." Yang gave a tired answer, her body and face already covered with cuts and bruises from normal fights she'd get into, but is now made worse by the long walk that she's signed up for. "Just go back to sleep. Well find Rave- I mean my mama soon." She answered without looking back, one hand behind her pulling the cart alongside her.
Ruby gave a small tired nod, and went to sleep.
Walking further and further into the woods, walking over small rocks and tree stumps and getting the cart unstuck everyknow and again.
Her legs are sore, but she sees it. The small house is in ruins, its windows broken and the door shattered inwards, and several slashes going along the house. Not from Grimm claws, but slashes someone made.
Yang heard a low gworl, she fearfully turned her head, frantically looking at the bushes around her and the still sleeping Ruby. And the then she saw them, those red eyes.
Rising from he bushes were several light armoired Beowulf's, and Yangs breathing picked up as she stepped back closer to Ruby.
She couldn't do anything, she was to tired to say anything or even defend her little sister.
The Beowulf's lowerd on their legs and pounced, and thier was a slash of red.
The boewolfs were now disintegrating into black dust and in their place stood a tall woman wearing a red mistralian dress and Nevermore grimm mask, and long flowing black hair, similar too Yangs own. The woman quickly gave the frozen Yang a look over before disappearing into a whirl of red and black.
Yang stood third and still couldn't say anything. She was just so scared.
"RUBY! YANG!" The gruff voice of Qrow yelled out. Rushing through the woods with his scythe out, Qrow finally came across his two nieces.
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Now seventeen year old Yang, with a long, wild, golden hair. Wearing a tan jacket that accentuates her DD breasts, and she also wore black shorts and brown boots. Her outfit could almost be called... skimpy.
She is riding her motorcycle, Bumblebee, through the city streets of Vale. She eventually comes to a stop in front of a club, where the music can be heard from outside.
She walks through the club doors wearing a confident smirk, taking a brief looka round. The attendees were dancing on the dance floo and the DJ had on a panda helmet.
She struts through the club arriving at the bar, where she passes a man with shocking orange hair slicked over one of his eyes with a black bowler on top. He wore a worn white coat over a tacky, outdated suit and he carried a cane with red accents, Roman Torchwick. Roman briefly shakes hands with the owner of the bar, Junior.
As she arrives to the bar, she speaks. "Strawbeery sunrise, no ice. Oh and one of those little umbrellas."
"Aren't you a little young to be in this club, blondie?" Junior asks.
Yang giggles. "Aren't you a little old to have a name like Junior?"
"So you know who I am. Got a name, sweetheart?"
Yang, sultry approaches the man, rubbing a finger down his chest as speaks. "Yes Junior, I have several. But instead of sweetheart. You could call me sir." She mutters the last part angrily as she grabs his groin and squeezes, causing Junior to cry out in pain.
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ReRWBY: With Bumblebee
FanfictionA rewrite of RWBY. Im going back to the beginning, and hopefully fix up a few things along the way. A reworking on a few of the villians, such as Adam and Raven. Because both of them were just disappointing. Can't promise they'll be written any bett...
