Hello, and welcome to the first chapter in Volume 2 of RWBY vs. Blue, entitled "Chorus and Versus". Please excuse this short chapter, but I'm trying to play catch-up with my other story, and I kinda wanted to leave you with a cliffhanger.
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Maine
I stumbled into the hotel suite, York and North directly behind me. I growled, then tried to speak, but nothing came from the device around my throat.
With another growl, I flipped the device on and said slowly, "I'm never going drinking with you guys again."
York, who currently had his arm wrapped around North's neck, laughed. "Oh come on, Maine, you're just mad 'cause I beat you in a drinking contest."
"I can't take the pain it gives my throat." I protested.
North gave a huff as he plopped onto the couch. "Dude, I don't think you were feeling anything after you were halfway in." He pointed out, and I shook my head, setting my army-green jacket on the coatrack that hung above where I had leaned Brute's Regret against the wall.
I sat next to North, who had switched the TV on to a Spruce Willis movie, and York took the other end, leaning against the arm and trying not to fall asleep.
"You know, it'd help if it wasn't so cold up here!" North said.
"You realize how ironic that statement is, 'North Dakota'?" York chuckled tiredly.
North waved him off. "Yeah, yeah, I'm supposed to be used to the cold."
"It clearly seems to have affected your sister." I said with a gravelly laugh.
A moment later, the door opened and Winter Schnee stepped inside, rubbing her face as she slumped into York's lap, delivering a full and desperate kiss on his lips. I sighed and stood. "I'm going to bed and putting on my soundproofing." I growled, and North laughed before standing himself, leaving to check into the hotel he and his sister shared across from our suite. I closed the door, and with a sigh, I changed into cotton PJ pants while I heard the sounds from the living room, then in relief, I climbed into bed and pushed the switched the sound-proofing setting. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.
Winter had been busy in meetings with Atlas military officials and such for the past two days, and this was the end of it. I knew York and Winter were now celebrating the end of the boring meetings and their last two nights together before York's vacation went up and smoke.
Even though we had been accepted as Huntsmen in Vale, York continued at his position at Junior's bar, Rouge's Vibe, while I was on search and destroy missions in the surrounding areas. While here, York had been working with a few other scientists the Ozpin had contacted to improve some of the operating systems and parts that had gone obsolete or damaged, as well as York improving his shifting-armor schematics before applying them to our armor, though my 'backpack' was a bit larger than his due to my own size and its own design.
As soon as we returned, I planned to spend a few weeks with a mopey, lonely York that missed Winter, but I would gladly accept the break in all of the frequent kissing, patty-cake, and other such activities that I would not be missing.
It was then that my memory brought up the memory of the girl I had loved in Project Freelancer. I guess she would be classified as 'the one that got away', but I alone was to blame for losing that beautiful, kind woman, if only because of my own fear and anti-social tendencies.
"Mary." I said softly, sighing at her memory before driving those sad thoughts from my mind.
After all, her death had been the first step to the creation of the Meta.