A/N: Do not own RWBY nor is any money being made off of this story. This AU runs in parallel to the original story with some similarities, however there are notable differences. Though this is an OC story, no OC will be shipped with canon characters. This is a first time story and feedback is welcome, both good and bad. Rude comments or anything similar will be ignored. Hope you enjoy =)
A tall blond male in a black studded leather coat, black fingerless gloves, and blue jeans with a silver chain strung through a few belt loops sits in a dark room at a table. The only light source being an overhead light that wasn't very bright. A silver haired man with dark glasses and black suit with a green shirt walks in and sits opposite of him.
"Finally! I've been waiting for hours to be interrogated," Riktor exclaims loudly.
"You've only been here for twenty minutes," The man informs him.
"Same thing," Riktor jokes smugly, not really caring.
"I'm gathering you don't know who I am?" the man asks confidently.
"The cops?" Riktor asks curiously.
"No, my name is Ozpin and I'm the Headmaster at Beacon. I'm assuming you've heard of it?" Ozpin asks and Riktor silently nods. "Good, I heard about the fight with the Crimson Skull," Riktor simply looks away at the mention of the name. "You seem like you have the potential I'm looking for in my students. But just so you're aware, there are plenty of Faunus that attend my school and I will not tolerate any behaviour that the Crimson Skull deemed just," explains Ozpin with a stern look. Riktor pulls his left arm out of his jacket to reveal a large patch of burnt skin on his shoulder.
"This is where my gang tattoo was. I have a similar mark on my back," he informs Ozpin and puts his jacket back on. Ozpin understands the message and rises from his chair.
"I'll let the authorities know you've been released into my care and you'll gain entrance into my school and hopefully a better life." With a small smile on his face, Ozpin walks out the door.
Riktor stands at the observation window of the transport taking him to Beacon. He watches the cityscape pass by and his thoughts slowly drift to a friend he lost just a few weeks back. He looks down and slides the sleeve back to reveal the fresh black tattoo with the name "Carlyle" written on his right forearm.
I should've stopped them… I'm so sorry, he thinks to himself and lets out a loud sigh before letting his sleeve slide back down. Someone pops up to the left of him to excitedly stare out the window.
"Wow! That's so cool!" a kid in an orange cloak gushes excitedly as the transport draws near to their destination. Riktor looks down at him noticing he looks a little younger than everyone else on the transport.
"Are you even old enough to be on this ship, kid?" he questions the excited kid. The young boy jumps at the sound of a voice, looking to see the biker who had asked him a question.
"Uh! Yeah, of course I am," the kid quickly responds, trying to cover up his childlike excitement. The biker chuckles at the response and the orange clad kid looks slightly confused. "What's so funny?" he asks him curiously.
"It's just that you look like you're twelve, is all," the blond replies, still chuckling.
"I'm fifteen!" the kid barks back at him.
"Wow! Sorry, Short-stack! I didn't mean to offend you," he replies, trying to calm him down. "I'm Riktor by the way," he says, holding out his hand.
"Spencer," the smaller kid replies and shakes Riktor's hand.
"Hey, Spence? This guy isn't bugging you, is he?" A blonde haired girl in a brown leather jacket walks up behind them and asks.
"Yang, I can take care of myself, you know!" Spencer yells at the girl in frustration.
"Just looking out for my little brother, that's all," Yang states with a laugh and messes up Spencer's hair. Spencer scowls at Yang through his messed up hair as Riktor looks from him to the blonde girl a few times.
"She's your sister?" he asks shocked. "Hi. Riktor Ivory, friends call me Earthquake. Maybe we could start some tremors of our own?" He flashes her a big smile and puts his arm around the blonde girl. Yang rolls her eyes at him and groans before walking away, muttering something about idiot guys. Riktor can't help but think he had seen her before.
"I wouldn't make her angry if I were you," Spencer chuckles as Riktor is given the cold shoulder by his older sister.
"Is she the 'scary when she's angry' type?" Riktor asks him, slightly worried about what he might have gotten himself into.
"Yeah, big time," Spencer laughs. "Don't worry though, she wouldn't beat you up over a sad pick-up line," he reassures Riktor.
"Sad pick-up line?" Riktor questions, sounding a little insulted.
"Don't act like it wasn't. Besides, bad boy charm doesn't work on her," Spencer states.
"Things are going to be tougher than I thought," Riktor jokes, crossing his arms and looks back out the window. "So, how does a fifteen-year-old get into Beacon?" Riktor asks after a few seconds of silences.
"Special recommendation from my Uncle," Spencer replies with a smile.
"Your Uncle must know Ozpin if he could persuade him to let you in early," Riktor states in a surprised tone.
"I think he does, but he never said anything about it," Spencer replies, sounding a little distant. The TV screens throughout the ship change and a blonde woman appears and begins to speak, welcoming everyone to Beacon.
"Wow! Now that is a beautiful woman," Riktor comments, quite stunned.
"What's with you and girls, dude?" the younger boy enquires, looking up at him, quite confused.
"You'll understand when you're older, shorty," he snickers and ruffles Spencer's hair like Yang had. Spencer growls at Riktor while fixing his hair, which makes him laugh more. The transport docks and everyone exits and heads for the tall building in front of them.
"Well Spencer, it was nice meeting you, but I'll let you get back to your sister," Riktor waves and starts to head off. "And if you ever need someone's ass kicked, just ask!" Riktor calls back.
"I don't need your help to fight!" Spencer retaliates.
"I was trying to say I had your back," Riktor states, waving, and turns back around. Spencer feels a bit guilty for acting like he did. Being his size and his age, a lot of people tend to underestimate him and get overprotective.
Maybe he was genuinely trying to be nice, Spencer thinks to himself. Yang appears behind Spencer along with Ruby, Spencer's twin sister.
"Hey pip squeak, where's that annoying friend of yours?" Yang asks him, lightly punching him in the arm.
"We aren't really friends, and he probably went off to find his friends that are already here," Spencer informs her, rubbing his arm where she punched him.
"It's hard to make friends, but I'm sure he couldn't be that bad if you were talking to him, right?" the short dark haired girl tries to defend her brother's choice in friends.
"I've met guys like him Ruby, and they're trouble. I'd rather Spencer not get mixed up into it," Yang retorts.
Inside the orientation hall, the first year students gather to await the start of their orientation. Riktor walks in and looks around at all the people and their weapons. Riktor sighs as he slowly wonders around, realizing he doesn't know anyone. All his "friends" had been put in jail or the morgue, all thanks to him, which didn't really bother him. Still looking around, he notices a cute girl with long blonde hair pulled back into a single ponytail and a long white coat. She has a thick brown book in her arms and a sword hanging off her belt. She notices him staring at her. He flashes her his best smile and winks. The girl just turns, without showing any emotion, and walks away.
Did I seriously lose my mojo on the trip over here, or are girls here strange? Maybe Short-stack was right about my bad boy charm. I need to change my attitude since I am trying get away from that life style, he questions to himself.
"I'm surprised you're not with your friends," a familiar voice says from behind Riktor.
"Huh? Spencer?" Riktor is shocked when he turns around to see him standing there without his sisters.
"Of course I'm here, and you didn't answer my question," Spencer redirects the conversation. Riktor glances down at his right arm and looks back at Spencer.
"I uh… I don't have any friends," Riktor replies sadly.
"Am I chopped liver or something?" Spencer remarks sarcastically, catching him off guard.
"I didn't think you considered me a friend," Riktor states in a surprised tone.
"Well you did say you had my back, so that obviously meant you considered me a friend, right?" Spencer points out.
"I was trying to be a nice guy, it's not exactly my strong suit," Riktor states.
"Well, school is a good place to get better at it," Spencer comments.
"So how come you're not with your sister?" Riktor asks as he chuckles lightly at Spencer's previous comment.
"Firstly it's sisters, with an 's'. I have two of them. Yang ditched to find some of her friends and Rubes managed to get on the bad side of some snob and then blew herself up. Figured I could fare better on my own," Spencer chuckles a bit, seeing Riktor's reaction to his story.
"She blew herself up? Is she ok?" he asks, a bit shocked at what he had just heard.
"Pfff, it was a minor dust explosion. No biggie, besides we've been through worse while training," Spencer laughs as he explains. Riktor stares at the boy, unable to tell if he is telling the truth or not. It's then that Ozpin, the headmaster, and the blonde woman who had introduced herself on the flight as Glynda Goodwitch appear on stage and begin talking about Beacon and what the goal of the school is.
Later that evening, all the first year students are gathered in one large hall and have changed into some kind of pyjamas so they can spend the night there until morning. Spencer and Ruby are arguing over who has whose slippers, though both pairs look identical.
"Ruby, give me my slippers!" Spencer screams at his sister.
"These are mine. Yours had the burn mark on the left edge of the right one," The girl explains.
"Exactly, that's those ones. This pair has a slice beside the toe from when you almost cut your foot off with Crescent Rose," he shouts back and takes the pair of slippers from Ruby's hands.
"Stop it, give them back!" Ruby yells as she tackles Spencer, sending a slipper flying across the hall.
"Now look what you've done," Spencer cries out.
Riktor takes a look around the room, noticing all the cute girls walking around. Something hits him in the side of the head. He grumbles and looks down to see it is a single slipper. He grabs it and tosses it in the direction he thinks it came from, without looking.
"Ow! Riktor, what the heck!?" he hears Spencer call out from across the room.
"That's it, punk! You're going down!" Yang gets to her feet and throws her gauntlets on.
"Oh, shit! I remember you from Junior's club a few days ago!" He exclaims and quickly scrambles to his feet.
"Why don't I re-enact that night on your face?" she growls, and sprints towards him. Riktor begins running around the room with Yang hot on his trail, cursing at him.
"Yang! I can fight my own battles!" Spencer groans at his older sister.
"Haha, you're funny when you're mad at Yang," Ruby chuckles at him as she stares at her annoyed twin.
"It's not funny, Ruby!" Spencer retorts, stomping his foot on the ground, then lunging at Ruby for laughing, starting another fight between the two. Riktor trips over the feet of the quiet blonde girl who had ignored his smile earlier. She had been unaware of the fight until then due to her noise cancelling headphones.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" She squeaks in surprise as Riktor tumbles to the ground and curses loudly. Riktor groans and goes to retort, but as he notices Yang, the tattoos on his body glow bright blue and he propels himself to his feet and continues running. Yang stops at the blonde and lowers her hands. She looks down at her with a concerned expression, eyes slowly returning to their normal colour.
"Are you alright?" Yang asks, kneeling down to the shy and quiet girl who only nods at her slightly from behind her large book. "I'm sorry about him, he seems like a bit of an idiot," Yang sighs and rolls her eyes as she looks around for Riktor. "I'm Yang by the way, what's your name?" she says, holding out her hand, but the girl just raises her book to block out Yang. "You sure you're ok?" Yang asks, sitting down and pulling her knees up to her chest.
"Yeah," the girl responds quietly, still trying to block the world out.
"Alright, if you say so," Yang sighs and gets to her feet.
"Faith," the girl pipes up as Yang is about to leave.
"Sorry, what was that?" Yang asks, almost not hearing her.
"My name is Faith," the quiet girl tells her. Yang smiles.
"Nice to meet you Faith, you have a pretty name," Yang states.
"Th-thanks," Faith gets flustered and hides her face in her book. Yang walks back over to where Ruby and Spencer are arguing about some other pointless thing and flops down on her bedroll. The remainder of the students in the hall are all winding down for the night and finding their own beds for some much needed rest before the next day's test.