[Location: Ozpin's office]

Ozpin: (y/n), please calm down.

The pissed off father paces back and forth in the office. Glynda standing to the side, worrying for (y/n) and his now missing son. As Ozpin makes that statement, (y/n) stops on the spot and snaps his head towards the headmaster's direction.

(Y/n): Think back on what's just happened, and say that again!

Ozpin: I know this is your son we're talking about. However, keep in mind that Blake is missing as well.

(Y/n): Yes, Ozpin, I am WELL AWARE that another kid is missing! Thank you for pointing out the obvious!

Glynda: (y/n), we understand that you want nothing more than to storm the docks, kill the ones responsible for the kidnapping, and take Noir to Dustneyland or whatever it is you want to do. But right now, you need to think this one through.

(Y/n): You think I haven't? If I just barge through the docks, they would probably kill them. Maybe they're already dead. Maybe they've been taken somewhere else. I don't know. All I know is this; someone's calling me out, and it's obviously a trap. That enough thinking for you?

Glynda: Then you know you can't just rush in head first.

(Y/n): Fuck that, that's what I'm gonna do.

Glynda:... I should have seen that coming.

Ozpin: (y/n), you are not going anywhere near those docks.

Glynda: Pardon?

(Y/n): Fuck you say? Nono wait! Let me guess. You don't trust me to try and save them.

Ozpin: Your past history with how you execute your missions always results in unecessary  damage and deaths. You would be endangering the lives of two students.

(Y/n): This is. My. Son. We're talking about.

Ozpin: And we'll do everything we can to bring him back safely. Until than, you will not be taking part in this.

Glynda: Ozpin!

Ozpin: Is that understood?

Ozpin states, not really implying it as a question. (Y/n) just looks at him with an emotionless stare as his words sink in.

(Y/n):..... "sigh" You're right. Let's discuss on how this'll go down.

As Ozpin is about to open his mouth to speak, (y/n) immediately teleports out of the office.

*bamf*

Ozpin:?!?!

Glynda: That I saw coming.

[Location: Generic abandoned warehouse]

In one of the many abandoned warehouses scattered about on Vales docks, in a dimly lit room, two unconscious figures are seen bound to chairs. It is the two kidnapped students, Noir and Blake.

Noir soon stirs in his seat and slowly opens his eyes. Eye, actually. One of them swollen shut from the surprise attack earlier. Fully awake, he soon looks around the room in confusion. That train of thought is cut short as he realizes his lack of movement. Looking down, he sees that he is tied to a chair. Raising the eyebrow of his non-swollen eye, he moves on and soon feels something attached to his mouth. He moves his jaw and quickly realise that it's duct tape.

Understanding a small portion of the situation, he finally starts looking around the room. Aside from the crap lightbulb flickering over his head, he has a clear view of his surroundings thanks to his faunus heritage. And because of that, he soon spots Blake close by. Unconscious and tied to a chair as well.

Before he can plan an escape, the door to the room slams open. Immediately catching Noir's attention while waking Blake from her forced slumber. Walking through the door, the same man that knocked him out makes his way in. Noir glares at him with one eye, Blake just looks a little frightened. Not once looking over to Noir and his now perked ears.

???: Ah, you're both awake. Good.

He walks a few feet towards Noir. Staring at the young man through his mask.

???: I was only going to go after you, Noir. That's what the plan was. But then...

He tilts his head over to Blake. A look of confusion now on her face.

???: After a little bit of digging, I learned something very interesting. And so I thought, why not bring the family back together?

Confused by the statement, Blake looks over to Noir. Looking at his cat ears she's never seen... and his familiar amber eyes. Her eyes widen in shock from the realization. Noir just looks back at her with a bored expression.

???: Honestly, I'm just as surprised as you are. The Belladonna son, alive and well. Kidnapped from his family by some filthy human.

Noir snaps his gaze back at him with a fierce gaze.

???: What? Are you actually offended by that? That's the Stockholm syndrome talking. Once we bring you back to Menagerie, you'll see your "father" as he truly is. After I deal with him first, though.

Noir's glare grows intense as he struggles in his binds. The stranger looks back at Blake.

???: You, however... Adam will be quite happy to see you again.

Suddenly, a device on his hip buzzes to life.

WF: He's here.

Without a word, the stranger takes his leave. Preparing to face off with his target.

[Location: Outer docks]

Near the entrance of the docks, two White Fang members stand guard. The site of an expensive car slowly driving up to them. It stops short just a few yards away. Its headlights blink on and off twice to inform them that the driver is ready. The two WFs soon open the gate. As the car drives in, one of them grabs a walkie talkie from his hip.

WF: He's here.

The car makes its way deeper in the docks until it finally comes to a stop at an opening. Within moments, several White Fang members appear and quickly surround the car. Guns drawn. From a nearby warehouse, the man in the trench coat steps out and just stares at the car from afar. Expensive car model, windows tinted to near invisibility, possibly reinforced with bullet proof materials. He just scoffs about the human who owns the car and signals one of the WFs to get the driver out. The member, a girl with a rat tail, walks to the driver's side with her weapon pointed at the window.

Making her way, she prepares to hammer on the window to get the driver out. Before she could touch the window, it suddenly rolls down. Catching her by surprised. She aims her gun at the now opened window, only to give it a confused look. Nothing. There was no one in the car. Just an empty seat and what appears to be a flashing red light in the back. The light catches her attention and she soon sees what looks like several clay blocks in the back seat.

WF:... Oh, shit-

The red light soon turns green. Not a moment later, every block of C-4 in the car goes off. Destroying the car, and taking the rat faunus with it. The initial shockwave throws the surrounding White Fang back flat on their asses. As they try get back on their feet in a daze, someone on top of a roof close by just watches the carnage. A scroll in his hand flashing green with the words "you have arrived" on the screen.

(Y/n): Love this app.

Storing away the scroll, (y/n)'s gauntlets let out a low hum as it flashes orange. Signalling that it is now activated. He raises an arm, an orange gun barrel forming over the wrist, and starts taking shots on the confused White Fang. Teleporting from rooftop to rooftop to confuse them even more.

Back on the ground, trench coat man gets back on his feet and looks up in shock. The explosion has left a fire pit in its place. Burning car pieces and injured White Fang scattered about. All of a sudden, a sharp pop is heard as a member of the group goes down. A stream of blood shooting out of their neck. The same pop goes off and another of his members drops dead. Then another. Soon, any faunus out in the open are mostly dead. Suddenly, a different kind of pop is heard up above. Looking up to the roofs of the warehouses, the silhouette of a man appearing and disappearing all over the place can be seen. Simultaneously gunning down his comrades.

Back to the roofs, (y/n) shoots a White Fang trying to run to safety. He continues to shoot fish in a dock, until he spots one of them retreating into a warehouse. Depending on what they're wearing, they're obviously the ring leader. (Y/n) takes a step forward off the edge of the roof. Before gravity can do its job, he quickly teleports to the ground and starts walking over.

(Y/n): Hey, asshole!

Trench coat man ignores him and quickly shuts the door to the warehouse. A small group of White Fang looking to him in confusion.

???: Prepare yourselves!

Without hesitation, they grab any weapon nearby and aim for the door. Waiting to light up their attacker....... The only thing they can hear is the sound of pained cries from the survivors outside.

As tensions rise among the White Fang, a strange humming sound can now be heard.

WFmember: What the hell is that?

The humming gets louder, echoing throughout the warehouse. The leader reaches for his own weapon in his coat. Not long after, one of them notices an orange glow up in the rafters. Standing on a rafter, near an open window, (y/n)'s arms are stretched out as a large orange ball forms infront of him. With no time to warn anyone, the large projectile is soon launched down at the group.

As the orange ball hits the ground, it detonates and catches the group in a farley large explosion. The leader, being far enough away, turns around and sees his men either dead or incapacitated. Unsheathing his katana, he stays on guard as he is pretty much the only White Fang left.

All of a sudden (y/n) teleports infront of him, swinging an orange blade at him. Bringing his sword up, he blocks the attack and slides back from the force. The two finally stand at attention and stare each other down.

???: Hmph. So, you actually showed up. I'll admit, this little stunt of yours definitely proves your history as a tactition. However, your little tricks won't work face to face.

(Y/n):...

???: What's the matter? Are the stories of the mighty (y/n) "motherfucking" (l/n) simply exaggeration? Unlike you, I don't hide behind silly rumors and inflated stories-

(Y/n): PFFFFFFFFFFF-HAHAHAHAHAAA! What the fuck are you wearing?!

Completely caught off guard, the leader glances down at his clothing. Black trench coat, black undershirt, black pants and black combat boots. Before he could say anything, (y/n) continues his verbal onslaught.

(Y/n): Seriously! You look like some edgy thirteen-year-old's OC! And is that a fucking katana? Good Lord, how much of a weeb are you!?

He keeps laughing at his adversary, holding onto his sides. The faunus just glares at him through his mask.

???: How dare you! Death's Fang has slain hundreds of you humans-

(Y/n): Death's Fang?!?! Holy fucking shit, who are you? I must know the name of this special boy. And I don't mean special in a good way, mind you!

Clearly pissed, the kidnapper reluctantly obliges.

???: Grrr. You may not know who I am. But you know of my sister. I am Peru Khan. Bother of the White Fang leader, Sienna Khan.

(Y/n): Who?

Taken aback, Peru quickly glares at (y/n).

Peru: Sienna Khan, current leader of the White Fang! You bedded her ten years ago.

(Y/n): Buddy, I've bedded a lot of people ten years ago. You're gonna have to be super specific.

Peru: Ok, how about this. It was the same day that Sev and Noir (l/n) checked into the Raphael clinic.

(Y/n)'s giggly demeanor soon disappears as Noir's name is mentioned. Remembering full well why he's here.

(Y/n): That reminds me. Where is he?

Peru: He's safe. From you. But that's not what you need to worry about right now. No... You have far more to worry about.

(Y/n): Oh, I'm gonna enjoy smacking the emo out of ya.

Without warning, (y/n) rushes Peru with an orange blade at the ready. As the faunus prepares a counter, his opponent teleports behind him. Moving quick, he swings his katana and deflects the slash. Teleporting again, (y/n) reappears on a rafter. The blade disappear and soon a tri-barrel weapon takes its place. Moving quick, Peru rushes for cover as orange bullets fly past him. Ducking to a pillar, the faunus composes himself.

*bamf*

Not a moment later, (y/n) appears close to him with a raised arm. A bulky barrel pointed at Peru. He quickly swings his weapon at the gauntlet, pointing it away from him just as it fires.

Back at the dusty room, Noir and Blake can here the fighting outside. Knowing full well who it is, the boy smiles under the tape. Deciding to put in more effort in his escape, he looks over the chair he's tied to. A wooden chair that looks about as old as the building. Bracing himself, he gives it a mighty heave as he jumps in the chair. Falling sideways, he lands on the ground hard. The force of his full weight causes the chair to crumble underneath him. Finally free, he struggles out of the ropes and stands up, stretching on the spot.

Noir soon reaches for the duct tape on his mouth and rips it off... Big mistake.

Noir: OW, FUCK!

Rubbing the pain off his upper lip, he makes his way to the door to help his father. Before he could turn the knob, he hears loud mumbling behind him. Turning around, he sees Blake still tied to her chair. Giving him a pleading look.

Noir:........... Ugh. Fine!

He rushes back to her and begins to untie the rope.

Back on the main floor, Peru stumbles back from another of (y/n)'s attacks. His White Fang mask shattered on the ground somewhere. Revealing his face, the faunus glares at his opponent. His feline ears flat on his head in rage. (Y/n) just grinning at him.

(Y/n): What's the matter? I thought you said Death's Fang has slain hundreds of humans. Or is that just a silly rumor you're hiding behind?

Not wanting to respond, Peru pulls out a red dust shard. Placing it at the base of his weapon, he drags the shard across the blade. The sword soon ignites into flame. Staring down (y/n), he simply takes a battle stance. Not taking chances, the former Huntsman prepares a swing, teleporting close to Peru. What happens next catches him off guard.

Peru quickly swings his burning sword in a wide slice. A wave of flame bellows out from the slice as it hits (y/n). Sending him flying back into some crates. He crashes to the ground as the now broken crates collapse on top of him.

(Y/n): Aauurgh! Welp, that fucked me.

Crushed under the wood and trying to get up, Peru just walks over to him. The flames on his katana being extinguished from the last attack. Standing over him, he raises his sword and prepares to strike.

Charging in from behind, Noir drop kicks Peru away from (y/n). Pressing on, he quickly gets back up and takes a swing at the katana wielder's head. The White Fang leader side steps the punch and grabs the boy's head. Quickly shoving the sword in Noir's midsection. The boy lets out a gasp as the blade pierces his flesh.

Feeling that he is done with him, Peru pushes Noir off of his katana. (Y/n) watches as his son collapses to the ground, bleeding. He looks on in horror as his only child just lays there, clutching at his wound.

Peru: You would actually die for this human, boy? The man that just took you away from your real family all those years ago?

Noir just looks up at Peru, a defiant glare on his face. Blood leaking out of his mouth.

Noir: "grunt" Y-you don't know shit.

(Y/n) soon glares back at Peru with murderous intent now. Mustering up all his strength, he slowly lifts himself up from under the broken crates. Grabbing a pen sized splinter from the ground. This catches Peru's attention.

Peru: This is what happens to people around you, (y/n). They suffer. That's the curse with you and all hu-

(Y/n): Don't. Talk shit. Like you know me.

He soon lifts up the splinter infront of him.

Peru: What is this? Are your gauntlets out of power so now you're just using anything you can gra-

*bamf*

The moment the splinter disappears from (y/n)'s hand, Peru goes silent as a numb feeling soon washes over him. His mouth opens and closes as he loses his grip on Death's Fang. His vision begins to fade as he tries to stay standing.

(Y/n) just rushes over to Noir, pushing Peru out of the way. He falls to the ground dead, the same splinter from before jutting out from the back of his neck.

As he makes it to Noir's side, the color now draining from the child's face, (y/n) sees Blake rushing over to him as well. Not wanting to waste time on an ambulance, also the fact he blew up his own car earlier, he grabs a hold of Noir and looks at Blake.

(Y/n): Blake, grab on.

Without hesitation, Blake takes a hold of (y/n)'s arm. Concentrating, he focuses on his semblance.

*bamf*

Within a second, the three of them are teleported out of the warehouse and right outside of a hospital. Blake looks up in surprise as (y/n) lifts up Noir and rushes inside. Blake soon follows close behind. Making through the front doors, he lets out a yell to get anyone's attention.

(Y/n): My son needs help! PLEASE!

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A/n: Two chapters left!