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Tauradonna: Hero

I found this fanart on Twitter and immediately began planning a one shot around it. Yes I know I haven't done many requests for this book but don't worry I'm gonna do a better job of writing requests before doing my own ideas. For now enjoy this.

Early one morning in the city of Vale the streets were crowded as a group of Faunus engaged in a protest.

In the very front was a young cat Faunus named Blake Belladonna. She, much like the others, was yelling and proudly holding a sign up high as they marched through the streets. Her parents, Ghira and Kali, were toward the back of the group with the other adults as they were the ones leading the protest.

Blake was only seven and while her mother had been hesitant to bring her to this protest her father was adamant about showing their daughter what they were fighting for. Right now Blake couldn't be happier, she really felt like they were making a difference.

Suddenly she saw a group of police officers approach the protestors. One of them told the group that they would have to leave. Blake saw her father step forward to try and reason with the officers. It seemed to be going well until the girl watched as a rock flew out of the crowd and clocked one of the policemen on the head. Next thing she knew the officers were opening fire on her people. Blake dropped her sign and ran. She could hear her mother calling for her but she knew she had to get away. She ran into an alley and hid.

"Hey," she heard someone say.

Blake yelped and jumped back only for the person to put their hand over her mouth. The hand and the voice belonged to a boy who looked about twelve. He had brown hair with bits of red streaked in it and Blake could see a pair of small black bull horns at the base of his hairline near his temples. His silver eyes locked onto her amber ones and he removed his hand from her mouth.

"Came here to hide too huh?"

Blake nodded.

"Well I think the coast is clear. Let's go."

"Where do you two think you're going?" asked another voice.

Both Faunus children looked up to see the officer that had started the shooting of the group standing there.

The man had his nightstick in his hand and he was looking at the boy Blake was with. "You're the one who through that rock at me."

The boy ran to grab a pipe that was lying a few feet away but the officer was faster and he punched the boy in the face. Blake watched in horror and the boy tried to get a hit on the man. The man however dodged every strike at him and cracked the boy on the head with his nightstick. Blake began to cry and she wrapped her arms around the boy's waist in an effort to get him to stop. At that moment the little cat Faunus decided that the only thing she could do was run. So that's exactly what she did. She grabbed the boy's hand and ran as fast as she could. If she had looked back however she would've seen that a shadowy copy of herself was left behind.

When they were far enough away Blake untied her bandanna that was hanging around her neck and she pressed it to the boy's bleeding head wound.

"Thanks for saving me," Blake said to him.

"Well I wasn't just going to let that human hurt you."

"My name is Blake."

"I'm Adam."

"Adam....Adam.....ADAM!!"

The now seventeen year old bull Faunus snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see Blake standing at the entrance of his tent.

"Yeah?" Adam asked.

"My dad is about to make a speech. Come on out and I'll save you a spot next to me in the front." the twelve year old cat faunus said leaving the tent.

Adam smiled to himself as she left. He had overheard Ghira speaking to several adults about possibly stepping down as high leader of the White Fang. No doubt that's what this speech was going to be about. More then anything Adam wanted to be the successor.

He looked over at his desk and picked up his custom made grimm mask.

"Blake for years I've been your hero. Now it's time to be everyone else's."

She's got lions in her heart. A fire in her soul. He's got a beast in his belly that's so hard to control. Cause they've taken too much hits. Taken blow by blow. Now light a match, stand back, watch them explode.