GP Chapter 4

It was another night in Vale. The cool, crisp air whipped against the speeding vehicle as it emerged from the fog and hit the road, skittering across the cement tiles in a hazardous way

The car resembles what you would imagine from a classic crime drama back from the 90's, with default mobster enforcement, a polished black sheen and a frame that speaks of class to it's driver

"It was just a small hideout, they say. The Mistralian's are all honorable thugs, they say" She grumbled

The blonde girl chilled with one hand on the wheel, the other flicking the remains of her Tobacco out the window. This girl was none other than Yang Xiao Long, an average member of the mafia, who's currently taking care of her own business

Or rather, the aftermath of it

"Fucking Yakuza...." Yang grumbled, Aura flickering erratically as it healed the bloody wounds on her chest "This will be the last time I have any fist fights with half-naked old men, no matter how much they wish for it!"

Sometime she wish she'd had a choice in taking out her motorcycle on missions, just so she could truly go on a wild stampede on the rival gang. But a car is the best she can get from her Boss. He's pretty much set on "maintaining their image as upstanding citizens of the city", "remain average" or something like that

Good to know the Boss still have that same horrible sense of humor. Yang chuckled. Well, it's not like she's complaining anyway

Just because she doesn't like it does not mean the car itself was bad. Left from a practical point of view, it's perfect as an inconspicuous tool for the job she's on

For one, it can tank some of the more volatile stuff thrown on the street. The amount of time she spent on repairing after each heist decreased, which help to keep people from asking too many questions

For two, the trunk is deceptively large. A lot of bodies can be hidden inside before somebody starts raising brows. Often time, this would come in handy when the objective wasn't just "Kill all. Fuck all. And Bail Out", which, admittedly, was all she'd been doing lately

But not tonight

Rolling to a stop upon a desolate area, Yang walked out of the car as she pressed a button on her key chains. A small beep followed, and the back trunk snapped open

Inside reveals a terrified Hei Xiong Junior, his two hands tied as he cowered into a fetal position before her gaze

Yang said nothing. Instead she lifted her arm inside and grabbed the two bodybags beside him, pulling them out toward the ground

The girl worked quietly, ignoring her captive's whimpering as she tied the two bodies together with a rock. Added weight ensures they will not be swept away by the flow, this they won't be discovered easily

With a smile, she tossed them down the river below. There was the sound of splashing water, the bubbling of bubbles as the last particle of air was squeezed from her target's throat, and then the peaceful sound of silence

"And there they go. Hei Xiong Senior and his mistress Little miss Malachite. Two people who won't be missed" Yang sighed, turning to the last man alive "Can I call you Junior?"

There was a muffled yell that sounds suspiciously like "no". But Yang doesn't have the best of hearings, so she'll take that as a "yes"

"Alrighty Junior" She cheerfully greeted him, biting down on her cigarette "You know why I dragged your sorry ass out here to witness your parent's corpse getting dumped into a river? No? That's too bad, I was hoping you'd be a little bright unlike your father, but we can fix that"

She ripped out the tape from his mouth. Junior didn't scream, he knows better not to

"Yakuza should keep to their legal territories" Her voice lowered, eyes flashing an angry red "We don't appreciate it when you Mistralian folks barged into our hunting grounds and shit on our agreement just because you saw profit. That's what your father did, and see what happened to him. You're a bright man, yes? Then you'd remember that well in your next life"

"M-my father won't listen, I tried my best to dissuade hi-"

"Then you hadn't tried hard enough" Yang said calmly, red eyes fading away, eplaced with a cold liliac "We had a deal with each other. Something special about our boss: (Y/n) does not make deals with people who can't keep their end of the bargain. So when things hit the ceiling somebody's gonna be prepared to have their blood paid in full"

She sighed "Normally I would have just left you to Neo - Goddamn midget can really make people scream - but today I'm in a bit of a good mood, so how about a deal, huh?"

Junior scrambled up as her hand whipped through the air, cutting loose the ropes holding him in place. He took to a sitting position, eyes staring at her not with fear, but with curiosity and a healthy amount of wariness in them

Good. She thought. Finally, somebody with actual fucking guts

"Join us. Join the (L/n) Family and serve faithfully as one of our member" Was her short blunt proposal

"And what if I refuse?"

"Loyalty, an admirable traits among men of the Underworld" Yang chuckled "But sadly the only thing you'll be doing is delaying the inevitable"

"We had roots in your members" She drawled "Each and everyone of your divisions, under each sector, of each different branches, there's a family mole that will report to us weekly about your activities. Every transactions, deals, acquaintances, connections" She wiggled her eyebrow "And of course, the whores they hired. A valuable source of information they are, right Junior? Having know full well how futile your actions are, what will be the choice between your loyalty and your life?"

There was nothing else to be said. It's either yes or no. No in-between weaved into the lines, no loopholes he could exploit, nothing he could say either than "yes" that won't result in him getting a bullet to the head

Silence greeted her. The blond rolled her eyes in exasperation. She was halfway to drawing the gun when he finally spoke

"I accept. The old man made a foolish gamble and he paid for it. I'm no idiot" He betrayed no emotion under her scrutinizing gaze "I'll try to live up to your expectations, Ma'am"

Might as well. If everything's already so hopeless as the blonde say, saving his own ass would be the obvious choice

It's not like working with those bunch of psychopaths from the (L/n) family is going to affect his mental health in a negative way, right?

"Good. You're still sitting in the trunk regardless"

"Wha-"

She kicked the door shut

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"And that's how my night went" She kicked her legs up, crossing them across the table "How about you, my lovely shortstack?"

Neo smiled and flipped her off. Her other hand went to her back and pulled out a cloth stained with blood, embalmed on it is a snow emblem, before throwing it on the table

"Ah, the Schnee industry. Weiss will be delighted to hear that" She chuckled, completely nonplussed by her acquaintance's attitude

The room's light flickered, showing a small garage. Her car occupied most of the spaces, though still leaving just enough for a table to be set up in a corner. On said tables were various firearms they take on missions, including but not limited to her collections of shotguns and Neo's parasol for one of her more covert operations

Beside them was a board, lining up with pictures of their targets. Some of them with "X" marked on their surface, including one Hei Xiong Senior's face staring angrily back at them. The newest blood drawn from a long line of goals, set to reach their family's final destination

Truly, living the life of a gansta. Now if there could be the action-packed sex scene and a smokin' hot detective to interrogate her, Yang's life would truly well be complete

At that moment, the blonde's Scroll sprung, catching both of their attention. Yang picked it up and pressed the answer button

"Yo, it's Yang Xiao Long, respectable business owner speaking" Yang spun the two shotguns in her hand as she pressed the phone between the nape of her neck and her cheek "Need a demon exterminated? Satanic force invasion? Creepy ex-boyfriends who just can't seem to get a hint? Don't worry, here at Devil May Cry we offer a rang of service, ranging from shotgun-blasting daredevils to slick-looking assassin chick who will probably cut your toes off, coupled with neopolitan ice cream and a hell lot of destruction as bonus! How can we help you?"

"Stop it, Yang, you don't even play the game"

"Nope, but I did read the manga"

When it comes to a particular franchise, Visual novel > Light novel > Manga > Anime > OVA > Game > Doujin is the way to go!

Yang put the shotguns down with a grin, ready to hear whatever her lovely sister has to say

"....Vergil is cooler than Dante"

And just like that, her mood soured considerably.

"Oh I dare you to say it again-" She stopped herself "Anyway, why did you call, Rubes? In case you forgot, Big sis and her midget girlfriend-" She ignored the look Neo sent her "are currently kind of busy hunting down some cheeky dick waffle opposing the Boss in his endeavor to conquer the underworld, so it better be important"

"Yang, me and Weiss are going to a Huntsman school"

"....."

"Neo, I told you not to put weed in my Sundae"

"I'm serious!" Her sister's panic confirmed that no, this is not a dream "We're going to a school, built for Huntsman, with actual teenagers, after some old creepy guy who look specifically for me extend an invitation to (Y/n). I accept because that mean we can get a chance to expand into multi-Kingdom territory, and now I don't know what to do and he just said something about my silver eyes and I'm freaking out and I oh Oum help me-!"

"- What my partner meant" Weiss's cool voice interjected through the phone "Is that this is an exchange made by the Headmaster for us to attend his academy, supposedly because he saw "the potential to be good" inside Ruby and her attempt in being a hero will be deeply appreciated in their institute"

"Bullshit" She instantly replied

"That's what I thought, yes"

"Hey! Just because something is true doesn't mean you can be so rude about it!"

"Does Boss approve of this?"

"He said to do whatever we want, though he is sending Blake there to investigate either way. Personally I would not pass it" Weiss's eyes took on a thoughtful tone "If I succeed, perhaps he might start paying attention to me instead of that Faunus? Ufufufu~"

The Schnee's voice took on a deranged edge as she started giggling to herself, sending chills down Ruby's and Yang's spine

Then it returned to normal

"Regardless, your sister had the idea of contacting you in the hope that you would join her" The white-haired mobster briefed curtly "From the school's past records, teams would be formed in groups of four and your skill set would be appreciated among us in our operation"

"Wait, what operation?"

"Two-sided prong. An outside source is making contact with Torchwick to steal Dust from our territories. Being students of Beacon would provide us the benefit of investigating the cause behind it and instigate a counter, meanwhile we can investigate Ozpin's motive for obssessing after Ruby from the inside"

"Have it ever crossed your mind that this Ozpin is simply a pedophile?" Yang questioned "And that "silver eyes" may just be high society's slang for children coochie?"

A pause. Weiss look like she is seriously considering it

"It is...a possibility. If that turned out to be true, we might gain leverage over the Headmaster after gathering concrete evidence of his illegal fetish toward underaged individuals" She reponded slowly "Furthermore, we could perhaps use Ruby as jailbait..."

Ruby choked

"I'm sorry what?!"

"I mean, if you can seduce Headmaster Ozpin using that underaged body and make him spill all his dirty secrets during the heat of passion, things would be easier. He can either be sent to prison or be left as a potential source of infor-" Weiss blinked

"- Ruby, put the scythe down. Tis' merely a trivial suggestion from a friend" There was some grumbling on the other side "Thank you. Now, are you in?"

"Kind of sudden dropping this entire thing on me, Ice Queen. Maybe give me some time until tomorrow to mull it over"

"Understandable. Have a good day, Xiao Long" There was a pause "And next time, please give some consideration to property damage. We may have complete authority over the cops and local news, but that doesn't mean you can cause chaos in the neigborhood whenever you like"

With that brief discussion taking place, the phone disconnected, as suddenly as it had begun

She lowered the phone. Slowly, Yang took a long sip of Sundae from the glass nearby.

She took a sip more

She emptied the glass in one gulp

"Fuck it, why not?" The blonde grumbled, standing up and grabbing a nearby item "That bitch Branwen's not exactly going anywhere now"

The items she picked were one of Yang's more valuable asset. Their paint job glowed a golden sheen. Designs a hybrid between combat gauntlet and shotgun's firing mechanism installed on either side, creating a lethal weapon reserved for those who wants to take it up close and brutal

They are tools she only used for her more difficult missions. Where not only absolute carnage and slaughter were required, but a fine degree of skill and distinguishing features that would serve well their purpose of sending a message to their adversary

Ember Celica fit perfectly as she slid it on. Grinning, she ejected the empty shells from their casing, ignoring the noises they made as they clanked on the floor.

"Yang Xiao Long, (L/n) family Enforcer, reporting for duty"

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Hello

I am (Y/n) (L/n)

And right now, I am finding myself in a very uncomfortable situation

"I what?"

"No, why would I?"

"Please tell me that did not happen"

"That seriously happened?!"

"Shit. What else?"

"You've got to be kidding me"

I have a...bizarre condition.

It was psychological in nature. A strange ailment that in your average life would take some time adjusting to. Yet I was never granted with the luxury of having an "average life" in the first place

No, I am a Mafia boss first and foremost. The head of an elite syndicate consisting of the underworld's finest businessman, robbers, and assassins. My job is therefore entirely unordinary. Thus this disease comes into play as a pivotal, if not cruelly comedic points in my life

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n)" I whispered

The office's light shone a bright light, illuminating all the expensive decorations set inside, all with exotic quality befitting the position as a crime boss. Yet that did nothing to stop the feeling of unfamilirity from within me

"I am (Y/n)" I repeated, closing my eyes "So...In the last 14 hours, I have ordered for the attendance of Beacon Academy to Blake Belladonna after recent information leak. Ruby Rose and Weiss Schnee volunteered suit, with Yang Xiao Long joining in after a call. After that I have made propositions for an alliance between the family and the Hei Xiong family's Yakuza, which got quickly rejected. However, four hours later his son contacted us about the sudden death of the family's head, with him accepting our deal in place of his father, as well as compensating for damage done about out mutual trust. Am I missing something?"

"No, sir, that is all" Cyan closed the notebook

"It's getting longer" I remarked "Last year it is only 12 hours"

"Your memory loss had certainly increase in duration" He nodded "Do you perhaps still remember what you did?"

"Just a little" I dapped my face with a nearby handkerchief "I remember ordering you to clean the guestroom. I rememebred taking Weiss and Ruby outside of Vale for a walk. I remembered fighting against Glynda Goodwitch of all people, and then next...nothing. Total memory blackout, just like all the other times"

"I see, sir" Cyan's voice faded into the background

It had been years after I first experienced it. Years after I unlocked my Semblance and fully unleashed it upon the world of Remnant. Yet the residue from the alterations made still lingered within me. Erasing, deleting, removing everything that made up my existence

If you replace all the componenets inside the ship over time, does it still make it the same? Such is the Theseus ship experiment, where the subject discuss the problematic dilemma of "identity". Gradual changes over time could accumulate into a total change of personification, despite the distance of time existing between them

"Am I really (Y/n) (L/n)?"

He did not respond

I looked up and glared at the empty room

Visual and auditory hallucination

Random memory loss

Personality switch

Truly, my Semblance is the most troublesome of them all

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