Just a random thought, actually started writing this based on my own story with my own characters but I don't think people like what stories I create and making my new characters means I have to plan their whole backstory and personality and write it in so I just used this idea for RWBY.
It's fitting for Blake and I guess somewhat for Yang too but there might be a bit OOCness, sorry about that.
Anyway enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY or the Characters.
The bells on top of the door jingled when Blake stepped in the dusty old shop. Shelves upon shelves of books greeted her and they were all messily stacked, some even stacked on the floor because there wasn't enough room on the shelves. She weaved her way through the shelves, plucking a few book titles that were sequels to the ones she owned.
As messy as they were put, Blake could somehow tell which genre she was in. She could classify this place an organized mess at best.
The counter to pay out was at the back, its counter clean without a speck of dust and a tiny silver bell which she pressed a few times. A young but built man came out from the door behind the counter before setting down a box, "Tukson's book trade, home to every book under the sun." He greeted.
A smile graced his rough features as Blake handed him her books. The books were thick but his hands were bigger, easily holding them with one hand and making them look like little notebooks. Blake found it amusing and as she waited for him to finish cashiering her books, her eyes drifted to the box he was previously carrying.
No surprise that it too was filled with books.
"That's a mighty load of books you bought here." Tukson spoke, a small smile still on his face.
Blake nodded and spoke back with a light tone, "You seem to have a lot of books here too."
Tukson rumbled out a small laugh, "These books here used to belong to other people, they either sell it to me or I find them sitting out at their garbage." He mentioned the last part by tilting his chin to the box at his feet. "Sad thing, They threw out 3 boxes of some quality books, I didn't ask any questions as the family seemed pretty gloomy."
Blake nodded and she looked back at the box, her eyes zeroing in on a peeking spine hidden beneath 2 books. "May I have a look?" She asked politely.
"Sure, sure, I was just going to put them in the shelves." Tukson grunted as he heaved the box up on the counter.
The box was wide and it wasn't too deep but Blake was sure that it was heavy. It was all hardbacks and really thick, the covers looking brand new and well kept. She moved the books until she picked up the one that caught her eye. She had to haul it out a bit as it was heavy and still trapped underneath.
It bore no title but the cover was yellow, a bright but warm sunny yellow that reminded Blake of the sun.
"This too please." She said, immediately giving it to Tukson to check out. She didn't bother reading the summary or checking the quality of the book, she just had to have it, like it was calling to her.
But many books had called to her, like her precious ninjas of love book she kept hidden underneath her pillow on her bed. This book however, had a similar but different calling and it made Blake excited to crack it open and read the story it had to tell.
She paid and bid the owner a thanks and goodbye. She placed her books in her bag except the yellow hardcover one which she opted to hold it. She stroked the cover a few times and stared at it before shaking her head and heading back to her apartment she shared with her roommate.
Stepping in through the doors, she expected loud bickering or loud cheers, or just something loud happening, but was instead greeted with a quiet dim house. She head straight to her room, dropping her bag at the foot of her bed and gently settling yellow the book on her pillow before going back out to search for her roommates.
"Weiss?" She called out as she turned on the living room lights, "Ruby?" She called out again, this time turning on the kitchen lights.
A note rested on the dining table and Blake picked it up, scanning through the messily written words, no doubt from Ruby.
Weiss had a thing back at her home with her family, had to go along, we'll be back soon before the last week of holidays.-Ruby
A little note of P.S was written in neat handwriting that Blake presumed was from Weiss.
P.S. I filled the fridge before leaving as an apology for leaving you behind.- W
Blake smirked as she opened the fridge which was indeed filled to the brim with her favorite food. Based on their portions, Blake could guess they'd be back in at least 3 days, leaving her 3 days to herself in peace and quiet.
She grabbed some bread to make sandwiches and headed back in her room with her stomach filled and heart beating for her books. She dug through her bag and picked one, gently easing it open and started to read, the yellow hardback resting on her nightstand. She wanted to leave that book for last but throughout her story, she often found herself distracted and eyes darting to the book to see if it was still there.
With a groan, she bookmarked her current book and snapped it shut, picking up the yellow one and opening it. Inside had no title either just a small lettering that looked smudged, as if someone had accidentally poured water on it and tried to wipe it away.
She flipped another page to see if there was maybe a title but was instead met with a sentence, or a quote of some sort.
Scathing eye ask that we be symmetrical, one sided and easily processed. Yet every misshapen spark's unseen beauty is greater than it's would be judgement.
Blake reread the line over and over again, at first confused by it's meaning, then understatement then pure wonder at the art of the words. It was a beautiful line that swam in her head, it's words somehow gently curling in on her mind.
Slowly, she flipped to the third page and found something like flaps folding in. She unraveled it to a picture clipped in, a picture of a black haired woman with red eyes staring at her. She pried the picture out to get a closer look, flipping it to see the word Mom written in curly strokes.
Thinking it was the author's picture, she saw a small paragraph hidden behind where the picture used to be and she thought it was the author's biography.
Why won't she want me? Am I not enough? Were my father and I not ENOUGH?
The last word looked like the pen was pressed down hard and it snapped, a now dry blotch of ink spraying below. It gave Blake the exact feeling the author had felt and she felt it wash over her.
Anger.
Sadness.
Betrayal.
and Confusion.
She clipped the picture back in, now certain that this book was handwritten instead of typed out and published. She was also certain that the picture was most probably not the author. She started to become more curious about the book, the first 3 pages were already loved by her.
The fourth page had a story for her already and she read, enraptured by it. It was light a humorous, like a fond memory being told by someone. It ended and Blake stopped there with a small smile on her face, the story proving to be quiet loving and adorable.
The last line of the chapter made her agree sleepily as she shut the book and settled it on her nightstand.
Sleep now, there are more stories to share once you've awaken.
So yay, finished one chapter, there'll be more to come, tell me what you think.
Hwaiting!~~~Reika