Fall in Vale is a very beautiful time. The falling of leaves filling the air with the signature colors of the season. The gradient hues of the sunset as the fiery giant dips below the ground. The leaf-strewn streets full of shallow puddles from the autumn rain.
Didn't matter much to Junior. Ever since his family's death, he's had little time to appreciate the little things. But as the defacto head of the infamous Xiong Family, he had no time to lament that fact either. Roses are pretty, but profits are prettier. However, both sights are more preferable to seeing his club in disarray. Standing from the balcony, he sighs, taking a drink of his whiskey as his men work to clean up the venue.
"Junior?"
He turns around to see Miltiades leaning against the wall behind him, with her sister Melanie sitting on the bench next to her.
"Yes, Miltia?"
"Are you really just going to let that go?" she asked, as Melanie nurses her ankle.
"She kicked our asses, Mil." said her sister, huffily.
"She needs to learn some respect." Miltia snaps back.
"Girls... seriously." started Junior, "She's a customer. She paid a lot for information, and it's information that we didn't give her."
"But you can't just let her fuck with you like that."
"Right now I'm more concerned for our immediate situation." Junior says in return, "Repair costs are going to be cutting into our already slim profit margin."
"Junior, you're talking like we're broke."
"I'm talking like that money used to pay our boys can be used for something more productive than settling scores."
Miltia opens her mouth to respond, as something catches her attention.
"Who... is that?"
Junior turns around to see a person standing at the entrance of his bar. Long black hair, a beard and mustache, sporting a black leather jacket, sunglasses over his eyes, and a briefcase in his hand. Someone he's never met before. He can hear murmuring as some of his men on the balcony raise their rifles. Leaning on the balcony railing, he can hear one of his guards yell out.
"Didn't you read the sign? The place is closed." said the guard, stepping closer to him.
"Doesn't seem closed." said the man, gesturing to the few regulars who remained at the bar.
"Well it is. So I suggest that you see yourself out." he responded, as few other guards can be seen placing a hand on their weapons.
"Relax. I just want to talk to Junior. Unless you want me to make Blondie's mess any worse."
Junior rolls his eyes, taking a second to grab his club, before walking down with the Malachite Sisters in tow.
"Get back to work people." He barked, as his men stepped aside for the stranger to walk through.
"Quite the entourage." said the man.
The Malachite sisters stare at him with a bored expression, as Junior responds.
"Follow me."
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bl4nk // A RWBY Fanfiction (UNDER EDITORIAL REVIEW)
FanfictionArashi has his hometown attacked, and his family slaughtered. Orphaned, and alone, he makes a journey to the nearby kingdom of Vale. Over the course of the next 5 years, he lived on the streets and saw the injustice that was there firsthand. Crimin...
