RWBY Lap Dog

Chapter 11

Lupin's Friends

Stopping in an alleyway, Lupin stood before a door with a terrible drawing of a beowulf head drawn on it. Smirking he stepped back before he kicked the door in, revealing a large group of people, one sitting all the way in, was sitting on a throne of trash. The chair seemed to have been taped back together, the cushion was ripped and revealed it's stuffing. He was sitting on an old stage.

The man sitting there was a dyed white, his dark brown roots showing from it. It was held back by a hair jell. He wore a blood red trench coat, dark gray shirt and black pants. Leaning against the side of his chair was a rather large lance.

Beside him was a light brown haired boy seeming to be no older than Ruby. He wore a yellow trench coat of his own, with a light gray shirt, and dark brown pants.

The man in the red coat stood up immediately at the sight of the small dark violet haired boy. Reaching for his lance. "What are you doing here Lupin?" The male asked, sending him a glare with his gold eyes.

"Come, come now Foxy, easy with the temper." Lupin said, sauntering through the crowd of people before the stage. Faunice and human alike moving out of the boy's way. "I didn't come for any of you this time. As far as I know the police have no idea where your hideout is. But if you asked me, they're idiots either way."

The male seemed to bristle and pointed his sharp tipped spear at Lupin who seemed unfazed by the threat, and continued forward. Many of the others in the crowd put their hands on their weapons, however, Lupin continued until he stepped up the stairs and stood at the very end, continuing to look at the two standing on the stage.

"You didn't answer my question."  The dyed White haired male repeated.

"Always straight to the point aren't you. You trained your dog very well, Leon." Lupin said leaning over to face the light brown haired boy.

The smaller man blinked confused before tilting his head. "What are you talking about?"

The child-like male laughed before sticking his hands in his pockets. "Let's get to the point. I need Leon's help with a.... Problem of mine."

The one with the spear continued to glare daggers into Lupin whose smile was still stuck on his face. Standing up, the white haired male lowered his spear. "Let's speak outside." This led the three to standing outside in an alleyway. "What makes you think he's going to help you?"

"Because the Grimoire owes me  a favor." Lupin explained seeing the dyed blond move to counter Lupin continued. "For not turning their hide out into the Hunters or the Police. Or even the White Fang, I'm sure they'd love to get their hands on their rebelled section."

"They wouldn't believe you in the first place." Leon pointed out. "Especially not the White Fang."

"What do you think the Grimoire would be due to you two if they find out their precious leader isn't some strong warrior, but is actually a 12 year old boy?" Lupin shot back, raising an eyebrow. "I could have done that as well." The two sent the black and violet haired boy a harsh glare, as Lupin tilted his head with a smirk. "It's nothing too dangerous. I just need you to track something down with that wonderful Semblance of yours, Leon."

"My semblance?" The brown haired boy asked confused.

"Yup~" Lupin popped the 'P' and the end of his sentence. "I know exactly what it does, and I need it for a little while. And in return, I won't expose your little organization, or your little ploy."

"I don't understand, why would you need my Dust Tracking Abilities?" the brown haired boy, most likely Leon questioned his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Terry here is stronger than me?"