A/N: What's up y'all?! I'M BACK!
Now, for those of you expecting a update for my other stories, I hate to be the bearer of bad news this is not what you're looking for due to some unforeseen circumstances in my personal life.
Good news is, this one I plan to see through to the end (while updating my other stories every so often. To mix things up).
Big thanks to a good friend of mine Alder Lilac, for giving me help as well as inspiration for this story and its characters! Without him, I'd still be struggling to put this out to you guys!
So thanks man!
Now, onto my customary warnings.
1. This story will have some darker themes (Depression, alcoholism, etc.). So, if you don't want to read that you know where the back button is.
2. This story will be gory. So, if you can't handle blood and guts refer to warning 1.
3. This story will have lemons. So, if you're under eighteen or don't want to read anything like that...
Do I need to repeat myself at this point?
4. This story will have Oc pairings. They will be revealed throughout the story, but if you have ideas leave them in the review section or PM me and I'll see if I can make it work.
And, last but not least a HUGE thanks to all you guys for reading, following and favoriting this story as well as my others. Y'all are a big driving force for my writing, so thank you guys from the bottom of my heart.
It means a lot.
So, without further ado, let's jump into the first trailer!
Disclaimer (Sorry guys :P): I do not own RWBY or any other franchises that may appear in the story, as well as any songs mentioned. They belong to Roosterteeth, Monty Oum (Rest in peace) and their creators. I only own the Ocs and the story.
Prologue 1: H Trailer (The Hidden Light)
*?'s Pov*
I sighed as I put down my brush after thoroughly cleaning it, a small smile on my face. I always enjoyed practicing my calligraphy. It was rather soothing, allowing me to lose myself in the flowing repetitive brushstrokes.
I chuckled lightly thinking. 'Definitely not what you'd call an interesting hobby.'
"But it's for me." I said as I rose from my seated position and turned to walk to my closet. Normally, after I practiced my calligraphy I would go out into the nearby woods and train in my swordsmanship. Like a brush, the strokes of a sword brought about permanent results.
You can't erase ink, just as you cannot bring back the dead.
After dressing myself in my usual outfit, of a black military style jacket over a white and black geometric skull graphic tee shirt, as well as my black skinny jeans with silver chains on the right hip and my black and white hightops. I left my beanie behind and pulled out my black leather fingerless gloves, which were decorated with silver studs around a silver grinning skull and crossbones.
With that, I brought out my sword and happened to catch sight of myself in the mirror. Same lean build from hours of training, same pale olive complexion, same short, straight and spiky black hair with bangs over my left eye, same amber eyes…
And same little cat ears at the top of my head.
My face fell with a small frown as I lightly gripped one of the ears. They were the reason for my beanie, to hide the traits of a cat Faunus. I couldn't count how many times I'd heard the words 'freak' or 'animal', or been beaten just for being different. For being who I am.
I shook myself of these negative thoughts. It was because of my abuse that I strived to become a Hunter, to show that all Faunus weren't like the White Fang. I wanted to show everyone that Faunus were just as human as they were, just with certain… Defining features.
With the ever present determination at the forefront of my mind, I turned away from my mirror and started toward the forest.
*Ten minutes later*
As I walked through the forest, my ears twitched and swiveled to pick up any noises divulging any Grimm nearby. My right hand gripped my shirasaya sword, while my left was repeatedly clenching and unclenching out of habit.
I happened to look down at my sword. It wasn't anything special, just a plain wooden shirasaya sword. Crafted from oak and finely polished, the sheath and hilt gleamed in the low light of the early morning. I flicked it open just the slightest bit, to see shimmering high quality dust enhanced steel glittering.
All in all, it was the simplicity of the weapon that made it as beautiful as it was.
*Crack*
I froze. Off to my right, a branch cracked as something shifted. Cautiously, I turned my head slightly to look off in that direction.
A small Beowulf, hardly grown, was feasting on a deer with two other fully grown Beowolves eating their share. I quietly sighed in relief, mentally chuckling at the fact I'd worked myself up over an easy battle.
I turned to face them fully, my face blank of all emotion mirroring my soul. I stepped on a branch that was in front of me getting a sharp *Crack*.
The Beowolves froze, then turned towards me. I had already unsheathed my sword with my sheath placed on my back, both my hands on the hilt while my left foot slid slightly back. I rose the sword up to just below my jaw, never taking my eyes off my opponents as I slid into my stance.
The two fully grown Beowolves moved in front of the youngling, growling at me in warning. I glared, not budging in the slightest.
'A Grimm is a Grimm. This just means it will be easier.'
A rather cold train of thought, but I digress.
*Play Varien- Gunmetal Black*
I stared down the adults, as they crouched ready to pounce.
At once, they seemed to vanish from sight.
"Kutabare (Drop dead)."
I swung in a full circle, pivoting on my right foot as I slashed off the paws aimed for my throat. The two werewolf knockoffs slid across the ground, letting out pained yelps. I spun my sword again, holding it at a low ready by my right side.
The yelps of the injured brought more to the engagement. I shrugged mentally, not perturbed by the turn of events.
The pack charged me all at once, aiming to end the fight in a single massive attack.
I begged to differ.
*End Song, Play Varien- The Scarlet Dawn*
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath…
And went to work.
'Step, upward slash, block, pivot and downward slash, spin sword and stab behind…'
A dance of death was how you describe the fight as it occurred. I merely went through the motions, slashing, blocking and parrying as the Beowolves died like lambs in the slaughter.
All too soon, there were three left. The lead wolf charged with a wild swipe. I blocked and removed the offending limb, then stabbed into its eye felling the beast. It collapsed into dust, carried off by the wind.
The other two charged me at the same time, much like the first two. I hacked off their heads and sheathed my sword in one motion. They dissolved into dust just like their brethren.
Silence.
*End song*
I exhaled heavily, nodding in satisfaction that it was a good practice session.
'Let's see. Twenty six Beowolves in roughly, five minutes… Not too shabby.'
Nodding again, I turned and began walking home. I smiled at the idea of a nice warm shower, followed by breakfast.
It was a good morning.
*End chapter*
A/N: WHOOOOOOOOO!
That was awesome! So, you all got a first look at Haruki the cat Faunus swordsman.
Now, this is only the beginning to our first hero. We still haven't breached on his Semblance…
Or his second weapon.
So, one done. Three more to go. Stick around for the 'Oni of Vale' Iwao.
Thank you all for watching, y'all know what to do. Review, Follow, Favorite and all that stuff… And I'll talk to you guys next time!