Complications (Yandere! Whitley Schnee X Reader X Yandere! Roman Torchwhick)

Chapter Three - Meeting

Sitting on the edge of the Dust shop, in very different clothes was the L/n Heir.

She watched a few assorted Faunus as well as humans enter the building, all sporting the colors of black red and white.

To her left stood Darius, clad in a new-looking tuxedo and a black surgical mask with a creepy smile stitched in white, and to her right, a girl no older than herself wearing a knee length black circle skirt with a white high collared button up blouse trimmed with lace tucked into it, a black veil covered her face.

The three of them wore pristine white gloves, on other rooftops stood similar trios, donning equally fancy attire and masks, but none of them the same, and everyone from these groups sat at the edges of rooftops with their legs dangling from the edges, just watching.

She hopped down as a ginger haired man in his early twenties entered the shop, landing gracefully as Darius and the other girl had just jumped down.

They entered the shop, not sneaking or trying to be quiet, but not loudly either.

Y/n snapped her fingers, gaining the attention of her friends.

"Hidden, Cautious, please stop the White Fang, I will focus on getting Torchwhick to the local police."

At the mention of his name, said criminal looked at her with a cocky smirk.

"Sorry sweetheart, but I don't lose to three barely legal kids in masks and dresses." He laughed.

She thought it was a nice sound, but didn't care that much either.

She pulled a pistol with a blade at the end out of a hidden holster, and aimed at the ginger criminal.

"Take three steps towards me, and then I want you to turn around." She demanded.

"Look sweetheart, I get that you're trying to intimidate me, but I've been in this business longer than you, so don't think it's working." The criminal commented, taking a drag from his cigar.

The girl let out a laugh, it was a melodious sound, something that caught the criminal off guard after knowing only her cold monotone voice.

She lunged at him, managing to only cut his clothes slightly as he had dodged very quickly.

"Okay, now you've started getting me irritated, and trust me, that's not a good idea doll." The man growled.

The girl laughed again, "Anger blinds people, it'll just be that much easier to succeed. Now take three steps forward, and turn around."

Instead of complying, the orange haired man raised his cane and aimed at the girls chest, the bottom slid out of place, and a sight popped up from the middle.

"Drop your gun and turn around." He mocked, laughing to himself.