Authors Note:
RWBY is not mine (clearly we all know that, but for the sake of declaration) I'm merely just borrowing Rooster Teeth's Story Line & Characters for some fan fiction.
I don't read a lot of online fan fiction, so if this story is similar with another in any way, feel free to tell me and I will opt to cut the story or make necessary edits. Although rest assured I didn't try to copy this from another author.
My grammar and writing may be a bit off at times, but that's only because English isn't my mother tongue. I will try my best to research any corrections to be made. :)
This is a Bumbleby kind of fan fiction, so if you aren't a fan of the ship/pairing, I suggest you refrain from reading this piece of fiction.
That is all, thank you! ^^
Chapter 1 - The Menagerie Docks
Location: Menagerie – The Belladonna Residence
Setting: It's been almost a year since Blake has seen any of her teammates, she and Sun maintain a close friendship through the use of the newly rebuilt CCTS. Blake has managed to keep the White Fang in check ever since returning the organization back to its original roots. Things are moving on quite well until a familiar blond shows up at Menagerie with two other teammates, mostly to check on Blake, but also to perhaps demand answers.
Normal Point of View
Blake sat peacefully on her favorite arm chair in her room. She gazed at the original blue and white flag of the now reinvented organization. She let herself swim in the pride she earned knowing she helped return it back to its former glory of now effective peaceful protests.
She sipped a warm cup of peppermint tea whilst enjoying the gentle sea breeze that brushed against her skin. Everything seemed to be back on track. Although she never returned to Beacon since its recent renovation, she found herself feeling rather fulfilled with the progress she's made over the year, not so say of course the returning her Beacon hasn't crossed her mind, she simply found a faster approach to the purpose she felt she held.
It would have been summer break at Beacon anyway, not that it really mattered to her. She felt herself suddenly growing sleepy. Her training session this morning had earned her a perfectly good nap, and she wasn't about to deprive herself of it. Her eyes simply closed shut and she let herself be taken to dream world.
"Yang!" Blake screamed, she felt the worry creep in like a drug. Yang had been rammed to the ground by the first generation Atlesian Paladin. A beating like that would definitely hurt her, regardless of aura. She slowly but surely stood up.
"Don't worry!" Ruby's voice cut through the tension, "With each hit she gets stronger, and she uses that energy to fight back! That's what makes her special!"
This was Yang's semblance.
The Paladin threw another punch to which Yang stopped with ease, the crimson in her eyes burning alongside the brightness of her golden locks. In one swift move she punched the Paladin's arm to pieces, the sound of the gun shot echoing through the night, even Blake was in awe.
The Paladin proceeded to kick Yang with its massive leg.
"Bumblebee!" Blake heard Ruby order, and she immediately launched Gambol Shroud towards Yang, who caught it just as quickly. Ruby and Weiss began firing bullets of ice at the Paladin to slow it down, and she knew this was their moment. Blake and Yang built up the momentum and with a few more shots to gain speed, Yang's blond mane glowing so brightly it left a faint glow in her wake. Yang slammed her fist into the Paladin and destroyed it with energy she gained from all the brutal hits, and they all watch as it practically exploded into shards and pieces.
And suddenly Blake found herself staring down at Yang, Adam slowly creeping in towards them. She felt her eyes grow hot from fear and anger. Yang had lost her arm, and it as all her fault. The air felt heavy and Blake's legs felt like lead. This might have been it, the pain searing in her stomach, a clear indication of her unattended injury.
"Why must you hurt me, Blake?" Adam's voice was low and thick, he raised his blade and-
Blake woke up, her breathing erratic. She tried to slow her heart as she lay back in her favorite chair. It took only a minute to regain her composure.
"Damn." She muttered. It's been so long since this happened, and Adam Taurus was put under the watchful eye of the reformed Fang, so why was she still having this nightmare? Had it affected her so?
And then she began to think of Team RWBY, well, the rest of her team at least. She packed up and left without so much as a goodbye. She knew her initial plan was to get her team to feel dislike towards her, but now she wasn't so sure that was what she wanted.
She sighed, feeling a single tear escape her eye. She didn't have time to dwell on the past, what was important was the present and how she could help the Island of Menagerie, how she could help her kind, her family.
She decided to go for a walk down to the docks, maybe the air would clear her head from all these nightmares.
As she strolled down the path that lead to the sandy shores, Blake marveled at the peace she had somehow helped obtain. The violent sector of the White Fang had no more power on the island, and Blake was glad the reformed Fang was a much more advanced, but peaceful one. Peaceful being the more renewed purpose of her life now. She greeted several villagers who offered their hello's, and found herself standing by the nearby inn, just off the coast. As the cool wind hit her skin, she realized she forgot to wear her white overcoat.
"A Huntress!" A young Faunus with small antlers on her forehead caught her attention. The young Faunus had long black hair, just like hers, her eyes gleamed at Blake with much interest and enthusiasm, it warmed Blake.
"Why hello there." Blake moved down to a level equal of the child. "You can call me Blake." She smiled. "How'd you know I was a huntress?" Blake asked with actual curiosity, how such a child could determine the course Blake's path.
"You just look like one!" She exclaimed with delight, "B-Blake. I want to be strong like you when I grow up! I w-want to be a huntress!" The young Faunus managed to say, Blake noticed it took a lot of courage.
"It's a hard path, but the people who stay noble are truly to be admired." Blake responded, her voice soft.
"No…ble?" The young Faunus now looked confused.
"Never mind!" Blake quickly dismissed the idea, "You can be whatever you want to be, if you really work hard enough." She smiled, the young Faunus beamed happily before running back to her parents. It sounded like such a cliche' line, but she wasn't really that great with children to begin with.
"A huntress…am I really still a huntress?" Blake muttered to herself. It did pose a question, she hadn't returned to Beacon to focus on her training, so was she still even allowed to call herself a huntress?
"I don't know. Are you?"
Blake froze at the sound of her voice.
"So this is where you've been." The icy voice cuts through the crowd, in front of Blake stood Weiss Schnee, the runaway heiress to the Schnee dust company. Her long, snow white locks swayed with the wind as she kept her gaze steady on Blake. Her powdery blue outfit, although sleeker in style, still depicted the look of an Ice Queen, in Blake's opinion.
"…Blake." Another voice called out,
Blake noticed Ruby appear from the shores, she had just bid farewell to the captain of the ship and found her way to their little reunion. She had grown a bit taller and her short hair had grown a bit longer as well, but she still remained in a combat skirt and boots, red and black. Classic.
Which left-
"Blake, why didn't you contact us. We've been so worried." Ruby started, her once fearsome leader stood before her, and Blake couldn't find words. She felt so overwhelmed with emotions she could barely conjure up a sentence.
"The CCTS is up, you could have used your scroll…" Weiss injected, well clearly she hadn't changed either.
Blake glanced at the two women, "I… You guys… How did you-" Blake found her words stopping at her throat, what would she say to her teammates, how could she even start! They weren't supposed to ever find her, they were supposed to live their lives resenting her. Isn't that what she wanted?
"It was Sun. He told us."
Blake's cat ears perked at the sound that came from behind her. It was without a doubt the one she had hurt the most, the one she had clearly abandoned at some point, her partner-
Blake turned to look at her once spirited brawler of a partner. Dressed in aviators, a brown coat, her trademark orange scarf on the neck, and purple on the knee, black pants with boots. It was her, what would Blake say? What would she even do? Right before her stood-
"Yang…"