I OWN NOTHING

Due to some personal issues as well as RWBY's plot for the fourth and fifth seasons, I've had this idea nibbling at the back of my mind.

IMPORTANT: Check out "A Mad Dog in Vale" by Mugiwara N0 Luffy. I usually don't promote writers I don't - or barely - know, but his stuff's way better than mine.

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"AH!"

Running down the streets of Menagerie, a young pair of ten years old girls gasped when they bumped into a pair of oafish looking Faunus. One possessed the ears of a hippo and had a massive body, clearly an older youth by a couple of years, the other was more of a wiry thin and rail like weasel Faunus, with the claws, teeth, and whiskers to match his appearance.

"Heheh…lookie here, we got ourselves a pair o' the damn nobility. You smug rich pricks think you're hot shit, just like the stinkin' humans, just because you've got more cash to throw around and have the best places to live, right?" The weasel Faunus asked a terrified girl, who had short black hair, feline ears, and yellow eyes. Her companion had more violet colored hair and pale white eyes, matching ears as well as a cat's tail.

"N-no, we don't think we-we're a-anyt-thing s-special…" the shy looking girl said, looking down as her tail went limp.

Her companion growled and flashed her claws out, "Leave me and Hina alone! We didn't do anything to you!" Then, she was lifted by the hippo Faunus, who dangled her in the air dangerously.

"Aw shaddup runt! Your families might be rich and part of the White Fang, but you're just pathetic little weak girls! We'll-" A flash of yellow, and he was holding nothing but air and an outline of a girl. Spinning about, he and his companion growled at what they saw. A blond youth wearing a fox head mask. The kid, a year or two older than the girls, lifted it up, revealing whisker-like scars on his cheeks, deep blue eyes, and tan skin.

The foxy boy, who surprisingly was human, gave the amazed black-haired Faunus girl a cheeky grin, "Hey, name's Naruto Uzumaki. I'm just a human who wants to live among you guys…heh, cheesy right?" He teased her, growing serious as he sat her down out of the bridal carry he had her in, "But to me, the one thing I can't stand more than anything else…are people who'd bully anyone just to make themselves feel better."

"What would a piece of crap human orphan know!? Your mom and dad died and dumped you on Old Monkey Sarutobi as a last request! You're not even one of us!" the weasel Faunus spat.

Naruto dusted off his hands, "Hey, don't you ever talk crud about the old fart. He's the guy who thought be how to beat jerks like you up!"

"You think you can just win!?" the hippo Faunus growled.

He put his fox mask back on, gesturing for them to come at him, "C'mon… Just try it! I'll knock both you jackasses clear on your backs!" he dramatically hooked his thumb to his face, "I'm the legend that's gonna beat your asses and destroy that stupid mentality that humans and Faunus can't be buds!"

As he gave his piece, he charged at the two large bullies and jumped right when he was closest to the weasel. Said bully yelped when seeing the boy simply appear before him in a blur. He was curled into a ball, knees up on his chest for a powerful drop-kick. Both girls gaped when the larger Faunus was knocked into his friend, knocking both flat on their asses. The boy fell on the ground due to his rushed strategy but got up fast.

"Grr, you're dead meat!" the weasel boy growled and reached back for a weapon, a simple dagger. His partner brought up his fists.

However, Naruto got into a practiced taijutsu stance, "Sorry, I'm not dying." He grinned widely, "I'm gonna make all Faunus acknowledge me! I will be the man to change this world!" he charged yet again, and slid to the side to dodge a stab, grabbed the arm, and brought his knee against the weasel's elbow, cracking it loudly.

"Gah! You little...!" his words started to die on his throat. Before his friend could arrive to help, Naruto kicked his shin, tripping the weasel as he brought up his feet with sloppy yet still trained dexterity. As soon as his other opponent got close, the blond stomped the smaller of the bullies' faces when he fell flat on his back. Reacting quickly, he turned to the hippo and noted he was trying to tackle him from behind.

Swiftly, he spun around to smash his face with his elbow. With his strength and the bigger Faunus' combined, the biggest of the bullies fell hard on the ground nursing a bloody nose, "Naruto!" and it was then that a cold bucket of water from reality froze him. Turning, he saw an elder monkey Faunus with a balding head, a very short stature, a white robe, and a scowl approach him.

"W-Wait, I can explain it!" he blurted while putting on his mask.

"I saw everything, but violence should never be the first answer!" the monkey said seriously, "Doing this will make the others try to point fingers at you for-"

"Come on, I kept these two safe and you know it!"

"And they will too!" he took a moment to sigh deeply, "I...will try to convince them otherwise. That old Khan is not going to let it go."

"Tch...damn geezer..." the boy mumbled, "His daughter Sienna's real cute, but he's quite an asshole."

"Naruto, language!" the monkey said.

Squinting his eyes under his mask in a way that made him more foxlike, the boy said, "But you and old fart Belladonna use that word to talk about him. Even Ghira uses it and he is not that much older than me." his words had the older man sighing deeply and rubbing his face.

"They are still friends of mine. A stubborn one Khan may be, but he worries for the Faunus. It'd do you well to-"

"E-Excuse me..." both turned to the girls, the blue-haired one speaking.

"Thank you!" the two said in unison, bowing before leaving with small blushes.

The old monkey saw it and grinned while Naruto chuckled nervously, "Ah, shucks, now I feel all mushy... Well, I think it was worthy, old fart."

"Heh...seems so." A soft smile spread on the elder's face.

25 years later

"Yes! What could be better than Team RWBY bonding and meeting the competition!?"

"Don't rush, you dolt! Try and act composed or you'll give us away!"

"Oh cheer up, Ice Queen! Have some fun, it won't kill you!"

"Heh..."

As one red-haired sniper girl cheered with her older friends, one Blake Belladonna smiled softly at the girl's energy and enthusiasm. She loved the girls in her team, too much, perhaps. A times, it hurt. Pain, sorrow, and anger at herself burnt whenever she thought of how close they got to her heart. However, it hurt that badly because they were such good friends and irreplaceable to her.

Soon, however, the sound of a man shouting, "Hey stop!" The girls turned to see a little girl crying, surrounded by punks dressed in colorful clothes to try to look intimidating. What Team RWBY saw disgusted every single one of them to their core. Before the little girl could do anything, a rock flew and nailed a small puppy in the gut. The pup was already on the floor, had its legs curled into its body, and whimpered pathetically.

The girl cried, balling her hands into her eyes while a punk started laughing. "Come on, it's not like it's yours." He cheered, "Besides, the stray mutt could be carrying diseases and fleas. Do you want it to eat your trash too and throw it all around this street?"

"Oh, that's the logic that earns someone broken legs." Yang growled something Nora would've approved of, cracking her knuckles.

"My turn!" unfortunately, one of the punks took his turn to throw another rock at the pup.

Ruby wanted to use her speed and save it, but someone beat her to it, "That's not a good answer." Said a man who caught the rock with his left hand, the sight of him getting Blake to gasp in shock when seeing him. Due to his appearance, deep voice with a heavy bass to it, and towering form, he was rather intimidating. Yakuza was the first thought to come to anyone's mind.

Lean and manly scarred face, a slim yet masculine physique heavily marked with muscles, and blond hair pulled back in small, wavy spikes. Black dress pants, dark orange shirt, gray double-breasted pinstripe business jacket, and black loafers. He adjusted a simple yellow tie with his right, black-gloved hand, a scowl in his sharp and harsh eyes due to what he saw. Most punks gulped at the pure aura of raw power around him.

Without another word, he threw the rock and nailed the offending punk right on the face with enough force to make him flip in the air! "D-Dammit, the hell's this old fart!?" one of the soon-to-be-mauled bastards asked in shock. However, he quickly became more confident when more hooligans appeared and surrounded the man.

The apparent leader, a guy a head taller than the blond man, stepped up with a smug if forcibly stoic expression, "Hey, old man, what's the big idea? Do you wanna die?" he mockingly put a hand on his shoulder and grinned, "Or cough up all your cash. Surely, you see you're not getting out without a fucking scratch, so save yourself some-" he was cut off when the man gripped his wrist with a steel-shattering grip!

Looking up at the towering, around seven feet tall, teen, the blue-eyed man scowled, "Do you really need this to feel big?" he asked with controlled anger, gripping the leader's wrist tighter and making it crack! As the punk fell to his knees from the pain, he continued, "Taking it out on anyone who can't fight back doesn't make you look tough, just pathetic. If you want a fight, prepare to have your jaw broken!"

With a furiously righteous shout, he punched the punk hard enough to make him flip upwards three times before he crashed down before the others, "G-Get him!" yelled one of the others, all of them rushing at the man. Merely cracking his knuckles first, he let them come at him, and the girls felt their eyes go wide. Blake, however, winced as she tried to remain behind her friends.

One of the punks rushed at him from behind, and the man spun around instantly, unleashing a lashing backhanded strike that sent him stumbling back. Swiftly, he kicked the staggering hooligan behind the knee, and brought that kicking leg up so once his opponent hit the ground he could stomp his face. Everyone, even Blake, winced at the brutality of the man's attack as the punk's face twisted from pain and the strike.

"Yeesh, and I thought I was mad." Yang grimaced when one of the punks tried to stab him.

Only for the older man to weave around his strike, punch him hard on the face, and grab him by the belt while he was stunned. As two other charging delinquents tried to charge at him, they gaped when their target lifted their friend and slammed him against them like a battering ram. And he wasn't done; he brought their comrade over his head and threw him down, crashing him against them once again.

Finally, the punks realized what the word outmatched meant and some started to stagger. Before they could, the man noted that only four were left and dashed in the blink of an eye at them. Ruby's eyes widened at the speed. He moved in a blur and appeared before one of the punks to backhand him, flipping him in the air. Another dash, and he delivered an uppercut to knock a second punk.

One of the remaining two tried to punch him, but he zipped around him, punched his kidneys and then kicked him on the back of the head in the blink of an eye. The final one froze, letting the man dash before him, deliver a karate chop to his shoulder that brought him to his knee, and then backhand him with enough force to send him flying into a garbage dump. Said dumpster had been several yards behind him.

The leader was on his knees, trembling, and almost soiled his pants when the man glared at him, "S-Sorry, sorry! We won't do it again!" he was down on his hands and knees, begging.

His friends did the same, but the man had enough, "I said you should be prepared to have your jaw broken. How about I make sure it's wired shut so you don't repeat this mistake?" he said coolly, with a threat to his voice that'd make any listening woman weak to their knees. Weiss shuddered, Yang stared in interest, and even Ruby felt meek.

People stared at him for how fearlessly he walked forward, the blonde bombshell whispering, "Well, definitely not bad looking for an old guy."

"Yang!" the brawler's sister yelped.

"Unneeded remarks aside...I feel like I've seen that guy before..." Weiss told them cross-armed.

Blake turned to her, slightly worried, but she hid it well, "He wouldn't happen to know your dad, then?"

"If I never met him personally he must be someone my father absolutely despises." Weiss answered, then sighed, "Which doesn't narrow the list much."

"P-Please spare us, have this!" the leader said, he and his friends dropping their money before booking it.

"Tch, taking it out on some poor dog." He collected the money before going to the dog, and gently picked it up, "Is he yours?"

Suddenly, the harshness of his voice gave way to a calm, soothing, and downright gentle tone. As he looked at the little girl who had been bawling her eyes, the image of the powerful demon the girls had seen got an unexpected change. Gentleness oozed from the man despite his scarred face and barbwire-like appearance. Sniffling, the little girl shook her head.

"N-No, I've wanted to bring it home."

"Alright, let's get it to a doctor." He nodded and picked up the pup.

"What a nice guy, but..." Yang grinned, eyeing Blake, "You know him, don't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said coolly as usual, "Weren't we here to meet the other competitors of the tournament?"

"Changing the subject makes you more suspicious." The brawler beamed.

"Coming through!"

Suddenly, the girls yelped as a blond boy with an opened white shirt and monkey tail passed by them, taking his brief dashing time to examine Blake with a grin.

At the veterinarian, the middle-aged man tensed, "Mister, is something the matter?" the girl asked as he stopped at the door.

"I just...felt the need to punch someone..." he whispered, "I'm sure it's nothing, let's help the pup."

"Thanks, mister." The girl beamed.

XXXXXX

"Alright, take care..." the man from before told the girl, who held a bandaged puppy with a bright grin. However, once he left dark thoughts returned, "Sienna, what are you planning?"

Angry, he started searching, ignoring the looks he got. As he did, a Faunus immediately noticed him and ran off into an alley. Rushing through a backdoor into a supposedly empty if spacious warehouse, they walked to a masked man carrying a sheathed sword. Said man's face, while concealed, showed great annoyance at the sudden appearance.

"Did anyone follow you?" he asked angrily.

"No, Adam, but he's here." The other Faunus asked.

"Who...you mean Uzumaki?" realization flashed behind his mask's eyeholes.

"Yes!" his lackey's answer made him growl.

"It's too late to back down." He told his follower, forcing himself to remain calm, "Tell Torchwick to hurry up and to keep an eye on him, too."

"But what of him?" his follower asked fearfully.

Furious at the mention of the man, Adam snapped, "He's just a human, like those who wronged us he will face the consequences regardless of what he thinks he's doing! Now go!"

Doing as told, the White Fang member ran off, leaving Adam to think of what to do, "So, you heard." His thoughts abruptly ended.

Turning back, he met two hunters Blake's age, a gray-haired boy and a green-haired girl. The boy's appearance and face showed confidence and downright arrogance in his fighting capabilities. The girl had a look of disdain, but the hardened eyes said she was ready to do what was needed for her mission. Both were human, though the boy's feet made slight metallic sounds.

It was the boy who spoke, followed by the girl, "Does he really pose that much of a threat to have you so scared?"

Adam glared while the boy smiled, shrugging, "I don't know what has you so flustered, Adam, buddy."

"I'm not your friend, only an ally while Salem sees you as useful." He said venomously.

"Regardless, he looks strong for a guy who spent so much money on helping Faunus." The girl commented.

"As if we need his help." He growled.

"Not like I see your fellow Faunus declining that help." The gray-haired boy commented.

"Shut up, Mercury." The girl elbowed him, hard, avoiding a fight.

"Ugh...you hit like a girl." Her partner grunted.

"Listen, we have plans to deal with, let's try not to be a bother to each other." The girl started softly, "Just tell us what you know of him and we'll see if we can deal with him."

"It's not like it'd help, but okay, you may keep him occupied..." Adam lowered his hand, for he had been about to draw his sword to make Mercury eat his words, "He was one of the few humans to come to our island off in the sea. Back then, our leaders were still naïve and weak and allowed him to stay to show humans and Faunus could coexist. But many saw what humans really were."

Mercury got into a mock-thinking pose, "Let me guess, with the current situation, I'd say, hm, that perhaps, possibly, maybe, the end result was..." he paused to enjoy how annoyed Adam looked, "Absolutely nothing changed, right?" he asked with a grin, and playfully kept angering the other young man, "Am I right? Did I guess correctly on my first try? What do I get?"

Elbowing her partner again, harder, the girl said, "Ignore him and continue, please."

Adam nodded, lowering his hand yet again from his sword's handle, "Due to his upbringing, the smart Faunus saw him for who and what he was, a reminder of those who use us. Many did their best to get him to leave the island, but..." he clenched his hands into fists, "Sarutobi took him under his wing."

"So, you couldn't bully him out. Did you take his lunch money?" Mercury asked after rubbing his sore ribs.

"They tried everything, but he found those who believed in harmony." Adam spat the last word, "Fools who thought we could change everything by being nice before Sienna showed them part of the way. Because of that, he wouldn't and couldn't quit. In the end, he did leave, but came back a changed man. Became a huntsman in record time, got into real state soon after, and when he was twenty...he even married two Faunus."

"Oh, kinky." Mercury side-stepped his partner's attack, grinning, "Come on, don't tell me the taboo hadn't been done before."

"No, but he pushed forward to have humans and Faunus together..." Adam growled, finally gripping his sword firmly, "And if matters weren't bad enough, he praises that foolish vision of a world together. He may be a strong huntsman, but he does not understand anything. He is still human, still seen as an equal by those who stepped on us. Even if he claims to stand for us, his kind still shuns us."

"Oh my, how heartwarming, emotional, inspiring, and downright touching!" in came a red-haired man with a bowler hat, a stylish suit, and a cane. Behind him was a petite young woman with brown and pink colored hair and eyes, who said nothing as he continued with a grin and a handkerchief up near his face, "Be sure to write it for a novel. Anyway, why am I here? Oh yeah..."

Upon looking at Adam, the swordsman spoke, "Everything is ready, so long as you keep your word."

"See, why couldn't we skip to the good part to begin with?" the redhead beamed, then turned serious, "Neo, do your thing." His petite partner bowed before disappearing under her umbrella like a magic trick, "So... I see the ex has sent the kiddies ahead of time." He bluntly referred to the green-haired and gray-haired teens. "Just like one fun, old-fashioned divorce."

"Spare us the nightmares of you ever marrying a woman." The green-head said, "You know who to be careful with now, right?"

"Yeah, just gotta keep an eye on our new friend." The redhead then turned slightly serious, "What if we kill him, then?"

"Fear of knowing a human killed the most well-known one proclaiming to aid the Faunus." Adam answered cryptically at first before he elaborated, "If that doesn't convince our brothers and sisters that it is time to wake up, I don't know what will."

"Cold, I like it." The redhead pulled out a cigar, lighting it with a smile, "Consider it done."

XXXXXX

Beacon, home of many future hunters and huntresses, and current residence of four young girls we focus on in the middle of the night.

Mainly, one of them that the others concentrated on, "So, Blake, now that you're here..." Ruby started, trying to find what to say, but then paused and started to fumble, "As your leader, that is to say, since I am very concerned about your- Wait, sorry, do over, I skipped!" she yelped, panicking.

Swiftly pushing her to sit down, Weiss put her hands on her hips as she faced her black-haired teammate, "We have a serious question."

And someone had to voice theirs.

In the most unsubtle way possible, "So, who's the DILF?" Yang asked with a beaming smile.

As Weiss and Ruby slapped their faces, Blake sighed and answered, "His name's Naruto Uzumaki...my father..."

Awkward silence, soon broken by Ruby, "Wait, what!?"

Yang's eyes went wide, "Wait a second, isn't your last name Belladonna!?"

"Y-Yeah, I...kind of used it." The girl said, looking down, "It's a family friend's last name."

"Wait, now I remember!" Weiss gasped, "Uzumaki...How could I forget him!?" she put a hand on her forehead, "Well, I've never seen the guy until now, but he- He..." she slowly craned her neck towards Blake with a breathless expression of shock, "Your father punched mine."

"On his defense, it was because your dad said something regarding Faunus that he didn't like." Blake said both defensively and blankly.

As the two girls' eyes heated up, tears threatened to fall from Weiss', surprising Blake until the silver-haired heiress replied, "My father was defending his properties which Faunus wrongfully robbed, blew up, and spilled blood all over!" Weiss shouted, shocking the two sisters in the room.

"My father doesn't defend that kind of people, he-" Blake started, but Weiss was too mad.

"People have died because of those he tried to, as you say so casually, defend!" she snapped, "And what does he do!? Defend terrorists! He's protecting nothing but bloodthirsty extremists! Murderers who have ruined many lives! Just a bunch of...of animals!"

Blake had enough, "I am one of those he stood for!" Everyone gasped, Blake's eyes wide in realization while Weiss' cheeks grew wet from her tears, breaking something inside her black-haired partner, "I, Weiss, I...I have to go!" without another word and with tears in her own eyes, the cat-girl ran off before jumping out their window.

Her friends tried to call after her, although Weiss was too stunned by what she heard. However, Blake was an expert of escape, so the night helped her leave them behind.

Meanwhile, her dad had to sigh yet again.

"Why did I teach her all my tricks to sneak around...?" he asked himself with his arms crossed while seated at a café, waiting for his coffee. Light started to dwindle as the sun set. "I guess I can keep looking around if I have better clues. What say you, Oz?"

Before him, seated at the other side of the table outdoors, was Professor Ozpin, "Blake certainly surprised me. Granted, the name Belladonna should have tipped me, but I paid it no mind. Knowing only her name but not her face didn't really help."

"She's her mother's spitting image. What more do you need to know she's my kid, my spiky hairdo?" the blond asked irritated.

The spectacled man smiled softly, "I could only imagine how nightmarish it would've been to tame such hair."

"Oz, I'm not in the mood. I am this close to slugging your mug." He had his index finger and thumb a quarter of an inch close, "Tell me, do you have any clues where she could have gone?"

"I'm afraid it's as I told you, she left all of a sudden." The gray haired man closed his eyes pensively, "For now, I am glad you are here... For all we know, she is always waiting to make her move."

"And call me in case she shows her face." He growled deeply at a bad memory, "The less the world sees of your ex, the better."

"Now, I assure you, no love is lost, so please drop that nickname." Ozpin said slightly more serious than usual.

"Even thinking of you makes her blood boil, she's the closest to a wife you've got."

"Please do not remind me." the man took a deep breath before watching as his coffee was served, "Regarding the matter at hand, Blake made a lot of mistakes, but some good choices."

"How so?" the girl's father asked interested.

"For one, friends." Ozpin smiled when seeing the blond's surprised look. "Good if dysfunctional allies, the kind she definitely needed if you ask me."

"As long as she's not dating some simple-minded murderer, I'm fine." He growled at the second bad memory. Ozpin chuckled through his nose.

"Oh trust me, if there's nothing short of animosity between Salem and I, whatever she may have for this Adam boy you talked about is deader than that twisted woman's heart."

"There better." The scarred man grumbled, "Anyway, I'm back to square one. Looking around for her... Himawari really misses her."

"Surprising, if I am allowed to say so." Ozpin commented, "Sharing half the blood, but acting like real siblings, or perhaps having a deeper bond than most."

"Himawari's still my little girl, of course she worries for her big sister." He rubbed the back of his head, "Especially after-"

"No need for reminiscing bad memories." Ozpin kindly cut him off, and the blond nodded slowly.

"True...Anyway, my treat." He said as he got up, putting money on the table and grabbing his coffee. "Call me if anything happens and I'll do the same." Ozpin waved as he saw the whiskered man walk off. However, the spectacled man noticed that shadows followed him. Instead of worrying, he smoothly sipped his hot beverage and enjoyed its taste, eyes closed.

"Amateurs, trailing a master like that...Hmm, perhaps we should include some stealth sections to our classes." He hummed to himself before taking another sip.

Deep in the alley, Naruto paused and put his hands in his pockets, "Alright..." he turned to see men in black suits with red-tinted shades, red shirts, and black fedoras.

"Just don't move and this won't hurt." One of them warned him.

"Judging by the clothes, you're Junior's lackeys..." the blond kept his hands in his jacket's pockets while eyeing them. "Ain't he too old to keep that name? He at least got his dad's-"

"Sorry, but they're not working for him." One Roman Torchwick said, walking in casually. "And we are behind schedule thanks to you." He mock-checked his watch. "It's a shame, truly. I do like the cut of your jib. So, I will use the kindness of my heart to tell you it's better if you cooperate."

"What if I don't?" Naruto asked, hands still in his pockets. "Do you expect me to be afraid because your mooks cleared the streets?" he smirked confidently, not smugly, "Because anyone can run away from a battle. I am the kind of guy who goes all in."

"Sheesh, you could've told me who's your tailor before we offed you." Torchwick sighed dramatically with an overdramatic shrug, "Oh well..." he turned to his nearest henchmen, "Do it."

Rushing at the man with a large red saber more akin to a Russian machete, the grunt swung his blade to cut the man in two. Rather than being on the defensive, the man let him come and hit back. Pulling out his left hand from his pocket, he stomped forward and punched the mercenary so fast and hard he crashed into a dumpster, denting it! And, casually, he lifted his gloved right hand.

From his sleeve flew out a tanto dagger, which he held in an inverted grip. Taking a simple but efficient CQC pose, he let them see the weapon. It possessed a red handle and straight single-edged blade with no guard. Simple in design, but the mercenaries and their current boss could tell something was off. Skilled as he may be, the criminal and his current employees had a job to do. Well, the lackeys.

"Please, for once be worth the money." Roman grumbled out.

One of the grunts took out a gun and fired from behind the blond. Shockingly, he reacted like he knew his move and weaved under the strike, using the move to dash to him, spin around, and cut the gun in two with a smirk. It was obvious he hadn't seen much action, so messing their days was going to be quite a blast. To let out steam while beating mercenaries was great, it never felt bad or wro-

*BUZZ! BUZZ!*

Quickly, acting by instinct, he pulled out his scroll and put it near his ear with his left hand, hearing a voice from the other side, "Uzumaki Naruto, what do you think you're doing!?" he heard an angry woman scream at the other end of the line, and flinched.

"Honey, now's not the-" he paused to parry a blade before kicking the offending grunt, "-time!"

"Is that fighting? Naruto, what are you into!?" another voice exclaimed in worry.

"Kali!? Wait, am I on speaker!?" he asked baffled before flipping over a charging sword wielder, landing on his face with one foot which left the mook sprawled on the floor.

"An explanation, please! We called to check where you had gone to and discovered you lied!" there was obvious disappointment from the second voice identified as Kali.

"Naruto, tell us, have you found Blake? Where are you at?" the other voice questioned while the blond ducked under another blade and used the motion to swipe the merc's legs, kicking him off his feet.

"I'm at-" he sidestepped a shot, used the momentum of his dodge to jump and spin, and then kicked the gun off his attacker's hand, "- in a very uncomfortable situation and very sorry!"

"Sorry!? Naruto, you've gotten into enough trouble as a child, what are you really into!?" Kali exclaimed.

"Kali, Hinata, you know I love you, but-" he tried to reason, weaving and bobbing away from a sword, "-I have mercenaries after my head."

"D-Don't sweet-talk us when you're in danger!" the other voice he heard first, identified as Hinata, exclaimed worriedly.

He yelped when parrying the blade once it had gotten too close by using his free arm to clash against the mercenary's, keeping the sword away from his neck. "Okay, I was on that business trip like I had told you two, but then-" he kneed the grunt to get some distance and used that same leg to slam his foot backwards into another gun-for-hire's gut, "-got a lead!"

"Why didn't you call us?" the first woman asked, sounding serious.

"Yeesh, once your shyness was gone, you kind of got scary, Hina-" he cut himself as the two men he pushed off came back, thus he jumped to a wall, kicked it to propel himself upwards, and bounced from one side to the other to get some breathing space on the roof, "Ok, got some distance. Listen, Hinata, I was going to tell you, but I wanted it to be good news. Somehow Blake found me out first and ran off."

"I...I see, is she okay?" the accepted the answer but it didn't give her any relief.

"Moreover, what are you two into now?" Kali questioned, "Naruto, is she still with...them?"

"No, my lead told me she got out." He said, but had to hold back a groan when the grunts reached him, "Listen, at least I'm glad she's not after that punk. I will pummel him good for you two, and then deal with that Sienna and her ridiculous plans. Until then, please try and keep Himawari happy knowing her dad will get her sister back."

"We will...if you tell us where you are." Hinata said seriously.

"And don't argue, we're your wives." Kali retorted before he could.

"When you put it that way..." he started off slowly, only to hear a shot. Ducking his head on instinct, he avoided a bullet, but his poor scroll didn't. In shock and horror, he watched the small technological wonder shatter, "Okay..." he drawled out slowly as he turned to the grunts, the way the setting sun's ray shadowed his eyes had them sweating slightly, "I'm mad."

Back in Menagerie, two voluptuous and downright beautiful if not goddess-like women stared at one's scroll, "Was that a shot that broke his scroll?" one asked, Kali.

She was Blake's mother without a doubt with her hair and eyes as well as makeup. She had short hair and three gold piercings on her cat ears - two on her right, one on her left. She wore black hakama and sandals with white tabi socks, a black shrug, long, black arm warmers, gold bangles and a black and gold sash with a gold flower-shaped buckle at the end. She also possessed the definition of child-bearing hips.

Her fellow wife and best friend was a busty beauty to humble Yang Xiao Long herself. While not as blessed on the caboose, she could still turn heads with it and her front. Dark blue hair in a bobcut framed her face as well as highlight her cat ears. Her tail swished anxiously, poking out of the hole on her light purple kimono with a lotus flower pattern as well as a lovely yellow sash.

"I am happy he found Blake, but I don't know whether to be here or go see him..." she looked at her childhood friend for advice.

"Being honest, I want to go myself, but with how things are here, it's best if we remain." Kali bit her bottom lip, almost chewing it.

Noticing her nervousness, Hinata nodded slowly, "True... If that Adam boy tricked Blake to join him, who knows what he may try here."

"I trust our husband, but I don't trust that what he'll do will be easy." Kali sighed.

There was an uncomfortable silence Hinata had to break, "I guess we should get dinner started until he calls us back."

"If he's as mad as I expect him to be, it shouldn't take too long for him to deal with his opponents." Kali nodded in acknowledgement and the two went to the kitchen.

Back in Beacon.

Roman Torchwick felt himself tense up and almost sweat as he saw the blond suited man atop his goons, "Alright, note to self: keep my distance from Whiskers." He turned to his shadow, "Neo, do your thing before he gets too close. We need to plan this better." His petite assistant nodded and they were gone.

An understandably pissed off Naruto had grabbed the last mercenary by the back of the head and slammed his face on a wall. As the grunt slid down the wall painfully, the blond took his scroll and was glad to use it, "Let's see..." he found the number he was looking for.

"Yes, this is Junior, what did you morons get into?" a gruff, annoyed voice asked.

Naruto casually walked over one of the grunts, stomping on his gut, "Yeah, the man who hired your goons tried to kill me after they quit without telling you, it seems. They're alive, but I've broken every bone in their bodies." As the mercenary groaned in pain on the floor, a tired, exasperated sigh escaped the man at the other end of the line.

"Just...let me guess, Roman Torchwick? Listen, I just have a business where people want muscle and I deliver. Nothing personal, and frankly I'm glad you roughed them up."

"I'd say it is personal if they tried to kill me." the blond growled, "So, choose. I will call the cops regardless, it's up to you if they link this to your business or not."

"Tsk...fine, what do you want?" he could picture the man rubbing his forehead on a bar's counter – he could hear glasses clinking and rave music, so it had to be a club.

"Warm sake, and not the cheap stuff." The suited man walked forward, "And help finding someone."

"...Who?"

"That's on a need to know basis, so do know that if you waste my time I will relocate your ass to my trophy wall." He hung up after that.

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And that's my rap!

Well, I've had the idea for a while after checking out Kali's design and loving her after seeing her in action as well as a source of fluffy comedy. Ghira was quite a lucky bastard. And I still like Hinata, for better or worse given how Kishimoto's taking his manga and how little we saw of her before she just up and married Naruto.

I do know she didn't get the best time on the screen or did much in the fighting department manga-wise, but she was pure, innocent and relatable to me. Anyway, I'll see what I can do with this. Perhaps I'll go nuts, perhaps I may let someone adopt it. If someone's interested as a beta, send me a private message on this site.

I could use the help not only for this fic but many others.

Swordslinger out!