Hey, Gone here with a new story. I decided to make this story just so that I don't burn out from RWBY FIGHTS. This is my second attempt to make a story, shivers from the thought of my first story. Anyway, let me know what you think and any suggestions are appreciated as always. So here is, A Lone Swordsman, enjoy!
Location: Atlas, Airship dock
There was an airship sitting on a landing pad while people are waiting to go aboard it. Most of them had some sort of baggage, while others had a suitcase with a suit to match. There was no line for the ship, just a large group of people on top of each other. A man approached the large group of people, he had no bag, or suitcase, just his weapon on his hip, a sword. He had a neutral facial expression, and seems that he hasn't smiled in years.
He was wearing a tan trench coat with a black shirt underneath, along with black pants that fit well on his legs and black boots that are a little dusty. His hair was no greater, it looked like a black mess on top of his head. He walked through the group of people, not speaking, or looking at them. Some people looked up at him, while others paid no mind.
As soon as he reached the front of the group, the engines on the ship roared to life as the back door slowly began to descend. He was the first person to board the aircraft, while the others behind him tried to pile in all at the same time.
He scanned the room he walked into, seeing that there are no seats to sit on. People piled in as he stood there, watching them fight for space. There were windows along the walls of the aircraft, allowing people to see out. He let out a small sigh before making his way over to one.
The room quickly filled up with voices and sounds coming from peoples scrolls and he wasn't able to pick anything out from the pool of noises. He paid no mind to any of it, blocking it all away, and only thinking about what's on his mind.
The large door slowly lifted up, closing and the airship then started to ascend into the sky. There was some cheers of joy coming from the large mob of people, but he wasn't one. He stared through the window, seeing that this is going to be his last time in Atlas, his homeland that he has grown up in his whole life.
Moments later he felt a light poke prod against his mid back. With a sigh of aggravation, he turned around to find a young girl that was much shorter than him, him being 5'10, so she couldn't be any taller than 5'1". She looked up at him with her bright red eyes with a small smile across her face. She had dark, long blue hair that covered a part of the right side of her pale white face. He had no words to say, but the girl easily broke the silence.
"You looked a little lonely..so i thought I could be some company," she explained herself. She had a soft, sweet voice and that same smile on her face that seems stuck and he still had no words.
The girl giggled a little bit, holding out her hand, "Kalila, Kalila Lebeau."
He looked back and down at her hand. He hesitated, but then met her hand with his. Her hand was smaller, and soft to the touch, feeling fragile. He then gave her a small shake, "Axel Toru," he said in a dry, monotone voice.
The girl smiled and they both pulled away from the shake. "Nice to meet you, Axel," she formally said, doing a curtsy, and almost falling over to her side, but able to quickly catch herself, blushing a bit from embarrassment.
Despite seeing her clumsiness, he didn't laugh, or crack a smile, "..likewise." He then examined her outfit, she was wearing a dark blue scarf along with a light grey, double-breasted jacket that had white cuffs and buttons. It was over a same grey skirt along with knee high boots and white thigh high socks. " You royalty, or something?" looking down at her outfit.
She looked down at herself and then quickly back at him, "Nope….well, not really. my parents just like it when I dress nice...why? Do you like it?" she asked as she started to do some poses.
'This girl is something else...,' he thought. "It's...nice I guess." he bluntly put it.
"Thank you...I like your outfit as well," looking at his outfit with a smile still plastered on her face.
'..My combat outfit?' he asked himself, confused with her words.
"So, why you leaving Atlas? Vacation? Going to see family? Or..or, you're on a secret mission? May-," but her rambling was then stopped by a open hand from Axel.
He then took a second, "you ask why too many questions...what do you want from me?"
The smile on her face slipped away, becoming dull, "..nothing, I..just wanted to talk,"she went on, looking down at the ground. "Sorry, I don't have many friends..well..none at all. I sometimes get overly excited when talking to new people..being annoying.."
'Fuck...I-uh..I should at least..giver her a chance..' "Sorry if I sounded mean, can't help it,"
Her face grew that same old smile,"Oh, it's alright" as she grasped onto one of his arms with excitement in her movements.
'Why did it have to be the most quirkiest one…?' he thought. "Yeah...just keep your distance," as he gently pushed her off of his arm.
"Oh...sorry," as she had a cheesy smile and a light blush going across her face.
He took another second before he speaking again, "No, and no, I don't have family in Vale, they are back in Atlas...and the second one, I don't know..I haven't heard from my contact ," as he pulled out his scroll, opening it up and looking through, seeing nothing important.
She hesitated at first, but asked anyway,"If your family is in Atlas..then why are you leaving? Do you hate them, or something?"
'Wow...I'm surprised she didn't ask more about the second thing,' he placed his scroll back into his pocket. "No, I don't hate them….I hate Atlas."
"Why?" asking like a little kid.
"Lets just say.. it doesn't fit my personality very well."
"Oh...I could see that...you don't seem like the emotional type,," she said as she started to play with her hair a bit.
"I'm not," he bluntly put it.
The loud speaker then crackled to life before a female voice could be heard, "We will be reaching Vale in 10 minutes, repeat, we will be reaching Vale in 10 minutes."
"Thank god," he said with a sigh.
Kalila was about to speak once more, but his scroll interrupted as it started to ring in his pocket. He quickly pulled it out, seeing that it's Ozpin, the professor of Beacon. "Be quiet," he told the girl with haste. She covered her mouth with her hand, making a somewhat derp face. He sighed before pressing the button to answer the call.
"Good morning, Mr. Toru," Oz said through the scroll.
"Morning, professor," he responded.
"So, how's the flight going? I hope you're not having too much fun now," Ozpin jokingly said with a small laugh at the end.
He looked at Kalila before answering, seeing her sway her hips back and forth and rocking on her heels, softly humming some random song to herself. "It could be worse," he said as he looked through the window, seeing the water and sky.
Oz laughed a bit before speaking again, "I'm going to have one of my men meet you at the airfield once you land, don't want you to get lost, now would we?."
"I'd probably be able to figure it out, but thanks anyway...and Who's going to be this men, so I know," He asked.
"I have no doubts in you, and the man is Qrow Branwen...he may be a little drunk and smell like a bar, but he can be trusted dearly. Also he's not the biggest fan of Atlas, so it may take some time for him to warm up to you."
"Sounds like my kind of guy,"
Ozpin laughed at his remark, but then quickly changed the subject. "I just spoke with General Ironwood..and lets just say..hmm..he isn't really happy about you leaving Atlas,"
General Ironwood, the headmaster and general of Atlas and known for his advanced technologies and strict military. Axel took a second, not wanting to talk about this subject, "I don't care what he says, nor what he thinks...I wish not to talk about him,"
"Fair enough I have nothing against you for leaving..just thought you'd like to know….i'll see you soon, Mr. Turo ," Ozpin said before hanging up.
Axel let out a loud sigh, placing the side of his head against the glass and closing his eyes. Kalila lightly placed both her hands on his upper back,, trying to be comforting. "Is...everything ok?" with her voice being soft, but also hesitant.
He kept his eyes closed, "yeah...I just...need some rest, that's all."
She lightly nodded her head, "Take all the rest you need..well until we land," she then started to lightly rub his back since he didn't say, or anything. He would tell her to stop, but it kind of felt relaxing.
They soon reached the landing area where the engines started to wind down and it slowly began to descend to the ground. Once it made contact the engines stopped and the door opened with a wave of people coming out and going around a man who seemed to be looking for someone. He had black and white hair with a stubble along his jawline, wearing a necklace with a cross on it along with a white jacket over a grey dress shirt with black pants and dress shoes.
Axel and Kalila were the last ones to exit, and the man looked right at him, pointing his finger at Axel. "Axel...Turo is it? I'm not the best with names," the man said in a deep, rough voice.
Axel looked at him, wondering if he was the man Oz told him. "Yes I am," he told the huntsman. "And I'm guessing you're, Qrow?"
"That'll be me," he said, but soon noticed the small girl beside Axel. "And who is this? I was told there was only one of you coming here."
Before Axel could spit out a word, Kalila did it for him. "Kalila Lebeau," she said, attempting to do the same curtsy, but failing once again. She put on an exaggerated smile, "I'll get it one day."
All they could do was just watch and Qrow then leaned towards Axel with a hand covering his face, whispering, "You know how to pick em." Axel was smacked in the face with the smell of alcohol on Qrow's breath, but made no comment and just looked at Qrow with an amused look.
Qrow just awkwardly laughed and smiled from the sight, "hehe….well then...let's get moving shall we? Don't want to keep Oz waiting."