Mercenary Scum: Fem OC X Male Reader Insert!

Chapter 5: Fortunate Ones

(A/N: As usual school gets in the way of updates. Sorry readers, hope you are all excited for Vol 7. Or whatever it's gonna be.)

General Ironwood: "These Mercenaries are here under me! Anyone who tries to harm them will receive punishment for harming personnel under Atlesian money!"

(Y/N): "Yes, I would listen to me!"

He said, while his voice modifier was set on General Ironwood's vocals. The general only sighed, shaking his head as (Y/N) chuckled to himself as he reset his throat mounted device. Ironwood stepped down the cobble lane as his sentries kept a watchful eye out. (Y/N) gave a sharp stare, daring any huntsman or huntress to try and attack him. Giving a little confident smirk to those who dared to stare back. Flannery twirled his cane around like a parade cheerleader, reverting back to his ordinary walk when Ironwood or any one of the Atlesians turned back to check. While Oliver simply spun a piece of dynamite which he was holding by the fuse itself.

Beacon's staff approached the Atlesians as well. Ozpin heading the march. The two men met in the middle of the lane. Shaking hands with one another.

Ozpin: "James, old friend."

(Y/N)'s gaze fell onto Ozpin. He definitely remembered him. He even remembered the last words he had spoken to him. Disorderly behavior cannot be tolerated Mr. (L/N) I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premise.

Giving a little smirk at nothing. He didn't notice Ozpin stepping over to him.

Ozpin: "Mr. (Y/N) (L/N). It's a pleasure to see you back here in Beacon.

He snapped out of his trance. Looking at his former headmaster with vile intention. He nodded towards him.

(Y/N): "Headmaster Ozpin. I see the place hasn't changed a bit."

He spoke, murmurs spurred in the crowd of huntsmen gathered around the two groups meeting. Carmen among them, she was surprised that the Merc boy that she and Yang ran into last night was guarding a meeting between the two most famous men in Remnant, but she was even more amazed when she overheard that he had been in Beacon also. Mostly Mercenaries go into company ownership after highschool. The carpet of silence over the vast crowd was shattered when a female voice broke through the mass. Belonging to a certain hooded redhead.

Ruby: "Professor Ozpin, why would you allow Mercenaries here?"

An orange-haired mercenary's piercing eyes fell onto a shorter girl hiding behind two taller male students. He approached them, they stood aside and let him tower over the little red huntress who still stood defiant. He took out his cigar and blew out a small puff of smoke.

Roman: "Why not Little Red? We were once huntsmen too."

He slyly said. Ruby shivered a bit, seeing his deep green eye staring directly at her.

Ruby: "Because, you. You only want to get paid."

She said in a mix of bravery and fear.

Ozpin: "Ruby, don't antagonize him. Please, enough."

Ruby backs off into the crowd as Ironwood whispers something into Ozpin's ear. He nodded and issued an order for his troops alongside the Mercenaries to wait for him in the courtyard. (Y/N) became a little anxious, as Ironwood disappeared with Ozpin and Glynda inside Beacon Tower. With that, the Atlesian Androids stood guard as (Y/N) and the Mercenary teams sat down awaiting their payee's arrival. Huntsmen who crowded to witness the arrival of the General watched the Mercs closely.

Cardin: "You have a lot of nerve showing your faces here. Mercenaries."

The tall chest-nut haired boy approached (Y/N), whom he saw as the leader of his own team. The shorter, yet older boy adjusted his voice modifier.

(Y/N): "You've a lot more nerve showing that ugly face here."

He mocked, using Cardin's own voice against him. The bully's expression tightened as his temper rose. Even students found (Y/N)'s reply funny, some even awed at the technology he had in order to effectively change his voice.

Jaune: "Guys, stop. If conflict begins here, it will have unspeakable consequences."

Flannery: "Lookie here, a huntsman playing Devil's Advocate."

He removed his Gatsby, staring Jaune right in the eyes.

Flannery: "I take it you've not a lot of dates I suppose?"

Pyrrha: "That's not a nice thing to say."

The red-haired beauty stepped in. He smirked, placing his hat back on.

Flannery: "Afternoon M'Lady."

Pyrrha: "Let's just shy away from petty insults shall we?"

The red-haired huntress placed her hands to her hips. Staring down the ex-huntsmen.

(Y/N): "Pipe it down Flannery. Let's hope Madame Huntsman doesn't get too offended."

He said, grinning at Pyrrha.

Carmen approached the Mercs out of the crowd of surrounding huntsmen.

Carmen: "I'm curious, why did you folks become Mercs anyways. Considering you..."

She said, pointing at (Y/N).

Carmen: "... were once a student here."

(Y/N) paused, he didn't know how to respond to that. A crowd of people watched them eagerly. (Y/N) never disclosed his past to anyone. The only one who knew was his father, who chastised him whenever the topic of it came up. Because of this unexpected stress, he blurted out the one thing that came to his mind.

(Y/N): "Do you guys have a bathroom here?"

A couple of the crowd chuckled, until Blake Belladonna pointed towards the main academy dormitory buildings.

Blake: "Right there."

He nodded, heading over to the pointed out location.

Once he entered and headed towards the washrooms. Huntsmen gawked at him as he passed by, noting his lack of a uniform and his insignia which denoted him as under the employment of Rogue Wave, which was an easily identifiable dark scarlet singular wave, enclosed in a circle. His headphones blocked out any talk about him as he passed. Most of them looked at him with disgust, some of the girls wooed over him as he walked past.

(Y/N): "Cute Merc Boy."

He talked to himself in a mocking voice, imitating the girls he heard through his headphones in the hallway on his way to the head.

(Y/N): "Dumb bimbos."

Just then he heard dozens of combat boots enter the washroom. He sighed, cracked his neck and zipped up his pants. He turned around to see the bully he had chastised earlier.

Cardin: "You think you can get away with trying to woo huntresses? You dirty money loving fiend."

He said, his eyes set straight into (Y/N)'s his lackeys were behind him and they all did not have very friendly expressions to boot.

(Y/N): "If this is some courageous act of machoism for your Huntress ladies then I don't see how a 4 on 1 fight will prove jack shit."

He smiled back. Confidently. Cardin looked to his friends, gesturing for them to exit.

(Y/N): "That's more like it."

The shorter boy grinned, tipping the odds even more into his favour.

Cardin discarded his weapon and cracked his knuckles.

Cardin: "I'm going to enjoy this."

He snarles.

(Y/N): "I'll have to enjoy kicking your teeth in more."

The Merc boy flashed a toothy grin, before he launched himself at the bulkier Huntsman in training.