The frost white Bronzewing NSX roared to a stop into a parking spot. There in front of it stood the prestigious Beacon Academy, gleaming in the broad daylight of the still fresh day. The school is abuzz with new students arriving for the beginning of the new semester.
Out of the supercar steps a boy with blush red hair clad in jeans, white boots, and a black t-shirt with a large #1 on the back. His silver eyes lock on the students hustling to make it to dorms and casually socializing over late breakfast.
Home, I suppose, he thought to himself as he stashed the keys in his pocket and walked toward the assortment of buildings. Isn't this perfect? Just a peaceful morning drive with no speed cameras in sight. Not to mention no jetlag. As this occurs in his mind, the boy looks over his shoulder to see a blonde teen vomiting into a garbage can. Amateur.
The huntsman-to-be gazes down at the gold-encrusted watch around his wrist and reads the time: 10:30 AM. I've got some time to kill. Maybe I should check and see if she's arrived yet. He starts to wander his way toward the dorms.
While on his journey, almost all of the early morning commotion stops as the guy walks by. The amount of attention he was garnering was astounding. All of the surprised looks and the pointed fingers and the whispers of "Is that really him?" from girls watching from a distance. He couldn't help but smirk. Yeah that's right. I am that guy. It seemed like nearly everyone looked up as if they recognized him.
One girl did what the others thought was unthinkable and approached the boy. With her 6 foot frame, she actually stood a couple inches taller than the boy. He smirks and checks out her body. She is dressed in a black shirt, a blue skirt, and blue knee-high boots with black and white stripes. Her long black hair consisted of blue streaks and flowed down her back.
"Oh my gosh! Are you REALLY him?! Are you THE Dash Wilder?" the girl asks with excitement. He flashes a smile at her and nods.
"That's right. Dash Wilder, heir to Wilder Industries, millionaire extraordinaire, and now huntsman-to-be." Dash smiles cockily. Sometimes he felt the façade of this conceit was unbecoming of him, but it felt so good. Regardless, he is very proud of his family heritage. He extends his hand to the blue-haired girl to go for a handshake. "And you are?"
"I'm Sapphire," she says gleefully while accepting his greeting. "Sapphire Hyacinth."
"A pleasure to meet you," Dash replies. Damn! She is gorgeous! I need her on my team!
"Sooooo," Sapphire continues, "I've heard plenty of rumors about what you did in Atlas. Are they true?" Crap, Dash thought, I still can't escape it. Life in the tabloids can be such a pain.
"You don't need to know what happened in Atlas. You've heard what has circulated and leave it at that," Dash responds somewhat bitterly. "How did you even hear about Atlas anyways?"
"I have my ways." Sapphire grins mischievously. "Nothing gets by me. But, where are my manners? One of the most recognizable people in all of Remnant and I'm questioning him like a reporter."
"I'm used to it at this point. It's practically my life," Dash says, the previous bitterness fading from him. "Sorry I got a little frustrated about it."
"I don't blame you. And to think I came here to Beacon searching for a good time and I start getting all nosy," Sapphire responds.
"Don't sweat it. Besides, if you end up on my team, maybe you'll learn more about it," Dash says as he smirks. He is hoping it would be an enticing offer to the huntress to get her and him together. Sapphire smiles in return, recognizing his attempt at flattery of wanting her on his team.
"I'll certainly keep that in mind. Why do you want me on your team so badly?" she questions, knowing the actual answer but enjoying toying with Wilder. "You haven't even seen me fight yet."
"Well um," Dash stammers while trying to calculate an acceptable response. "I'm sure you are an accomplished fighter in the heat of battle. You got accepted into Beacon, didn't you? You'll be a valuable asset to have as a teammate."
"Nice excuse," Sapphire says, laughing. Dash chuckles back and shrugs.
"Coming up with BS responses is a must-have trait when you're on every tabloid's radar. It's like a talent for me."
"Yeah, I'm an accomplished fighter, but you know nothing of how I fight and what I fight with."
"Well, what's your weapon?" he asks out of curiosity.
"You'll see soon enough. Who knows? Maybe you'll be my loyal teammate and help me stock and clean it." Sapphire smirks at him and laughs playfully.
"As if! I'm not cleaning anyone's weapon!" Dash smiles and laughs with her. However, Sapphire's weapon has caught the interest of Dash, as he thinks, Stock? Ammo isn't hard to come by, even with rising dust prices. Why would she need help stocking it? He shrugs it off and stows the thought in the back of his mind to be reserved for later.
"Anyways, I got to go. I want to try and figure out where all my classes are. It was a pleasure meeting you Dash," Sapphire says.
Dash nods in agreement. "Same to you, Miss Hyacinth. Perhaps we could meet up in the next couple days?"
"Sounds good," she says before walking off to try and find her way through the lot of buildings that make up Beacon. Dash can't help but stare a little at her walking away, as if he was taking a little inspection. Oh yeah, valuable asset was a good way to describe her, he thought. He turns around, adjusts his watch and the white fingerless glove on his hand, and approaches the several-story dorm building standing in front of him.