Lucky Petals (RWBY Qrow Dad Theory)

Armed and Ready

Ruby finished the tea she made for herself, and got off the couch. 

"I need to do something. I can't just lay around and do nothing all day."

Yang looked at her and sighed. The metal on her knuckles shimmered and made loud clinks. She got used to it like it was always there. And not once did she question why she took it.

Yang grabbed her coat and tied the front. Tying her shoes laces, she strode out the door. "I'll be back. I have business to attend to."

"Then I'll go with you-"

"No Ruby, it's dangerous. I'm not having my little sis fight my battles."

"But-"

"We're done here."

Yang slammed the door and then opened it to grab Ember Celica. Once equipped, the door was slammed again.

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She walked into a club. Equipped and all.

"Can I help you sweetheart?" the usher had said.

She giggled and flashed her radiant eyes at him. "Actually yes."

"Got a name?"

"Haha, but I've got several. But you can call me SIR."

"Yes s-sir! Go on r-right ahead m- Sir!"

Excellent.

She walks into the club and takes a look at everyone in the club to study them. She walks to the side by the bar and peers over the counter. Her first citation would be that they're selling to minors. Underage. Teenagers.

Her second would be that in the far corners near the tables, she sees people doing "things they shouldn't do" in public. And as she's disgusted and horrified, she knows she has a job to do. So she goes to the man running the show and stops this illegal act.

"Hello there," she starts.

"I don't deal with your 'kind' girl, so why don't you leave while you have the chance?"

She starts to say something, but realizes words can't describe how much hatred she feels. So she lets her fists do the talking instead.

"Alright let's start here: I know you're selling to minors, and I don't care enough about your tables in the um, farther corners, but besides that I'll let you off with a warning. Stop this or I WILL turn your people in and have you arrested."

He sighed and turned closer to her. She blocked him with her fists, displaying her yellow gauntlets. She inserted the fire bullets she had available. With one quick move, she was busting this club apart person to person. 

He carefully placed boundaries and caution against her. Calling her "sweetheart" again would only resort to pain and a beating. And she drove a hard bargain. She lead him to a trap. A dangerous one as a matter of fact. But she wanted the pat on the back telling her she was right all along and that what she did here tonight would prove it. 

He walked away and sent people after her, but that resulted in the club being set on fire. A fire she caused. He knew what she was and what she was after. The rumor of the girl with the fire semblance. And she proved that she knew exactly who that was made for.

Her swift movements were no match for his guards and security as she swept past each and every one of them with brute strength to aim at his death wish. Not even doing as she said or pleading would stop him. She didn't take prisoners. Nor allies. No one can be trusted. And he certainly knew she wasn't there just to speak for the law. Huntresses often went around with their own scores to settle and business to attend to. The hunters were quiet and secretive, but the huntresses had unfinished battles to fight. And hers was deadly.

She wasn't there to talk about serving to minors or having people act up, she was there for the woman they protected and served. White Fang organizer, Raven Branwen. The huntress who left it all behind. And she even left her family, consisting of a twin brother and a daughter.

And this deadly girl with the fire and red eyes was in fact the abandoned daughter. And her business was finding her missing mother. 

So even as she tore his business to shreds and killed off his men one by one, he decided to go directly after her information.

"You're her daughter aren't you?"

She looked up over her fight. 

"You know her? Where is she?!"

He stayed silent for a moment. Good lure her in.

She peered over from hitting a guy's head on the glass coffee table. "Raven Branwen. Where is she?" she beckoned again. This time with a forced tone and a cold glare. An icy cold glare.

He stopped and approached her. Staying silent and keeping his gaze fixated on the every movement of the golden gauntlets. He noticed one of her limbs was prosthetic and robotic. Best science and engineering coming directly from up north in Atlas. Spray painted yellow and black against the rough white metal surface.

Her violet eyes had turned a violent shade of red. Resembling Raven's eyes to hand off more direct features. Her blonde hair was kept perfect and long. She was a girl to be complemented and handed off as beautiful and alluring, but on the inside she was a venomous snake. A cold slithering serpent. Abstaining from sucking the life out of his heart.

And when his time came to be beaten and pulverized, she paused for a brief moment. "You'll never understand what it feels like to have someone you care about turn their back so easily on you. Because no one will want to remember a criminal who deserves this fate. For such a heinous crime you committed."

And right before his life ended, these finals words were spoken to him.

"You asked to know, but this won't be helpful. Remember this name as the last face you saw. Because it's Yang Xiao Long. And no one will be told this. So enjoy your trip."

And with that, he left this life. She got her information. And his reputation was ruined.

All thanks to the pretty girl named Yang Xiao Long.

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