Tales of Team C.L.B.T: A RWBY Fanfiction:
Chapter 1: A Beacon Arrival
The airship engines hummed under the boy's seat; he tipped his black, blue-rimmed Stetson lower above his blue eyes to block out the sunshine that shimmered in his vision. The boy kicked up his long black jeaned legs and boots to tap the window he sat next too. He casually adjusted his red tie and fixed his blue button down buttons while trying to ignore a pair of girls, one in a red hood and another that had blonde hair that were having a large talking session about, he didn't know and really couldn't care about it. He pulled his black trench coat closer to him as his gaze ventured out the window.
Adjacent from the boy was a young girl with long mussel hair, with two side ponytails that reached her collarbone. Her mulberry heels clicked as she paced back and forth nervously, with her pearly purple cloak swaying behind her. She pushed up her heliotrope glasses up her nose, while she slightly chewed on her mauve purple scarf around her neck. Her light purple eyes darted swiftly to the view of Beacon Academy as it came into sight. As the airship began docking, she began to unwrinkle her mauve blouse and orchid skirt by lightly patting it, and then pulled up her black and thistle striped knee socks, and proceeded out with the other students.
The only two to not leave immediately was a girl and a boy that contrasted each other perfectly. The girl was dressed in mostly the warm colors of the color wheel: a citrine cargo vest and a basic orange undershirt. Her bright orange sneakers popped with her completely black skinny jeans. Her ears had shiny button piercings on the lobe, although her cat ears a top her head lacked anything like that. Her golden brown hair was slicked to her right side, with the other half being shaven short. Her eyes were a very golden hazel as she looked at her companion to her left.
The boy was almost entirely made up of either gray or black. The black hood of the boy's jacket covered his face. His sweater under it was completely the shade of night, but had a red trim around the neck, which matched his red converses. His jeans were just black with kneepads and tiny scratches on them. He sat hunched over looking at the exit, watching a blonde guy in knight armor hurl into the trashcan. Suddenly his female companion smacked him on his back to get his attention.
"Hey Bas, why so mopey," she mused.
He just shrugged under his hood.
She sighed, "It's Beacon, bro. Come on; perk up! Did you hear the blonde chick?"
Bas shook his head no.
"Beacon's our home now. Who knows? Maybe we'll make friends here," she chuckled heartily, "can you imagine? Us, with friends."
The boy smiled under his hood.
She leaned in closer to him, "I always had your back before, little brother. I ain't stopping now. You got me and I got you. Right?"
He lifted his fist to her, and she pounded it with hers. She smiled and laughed, getting up. "Come on," she grabbed a duffle bag, as he did the same, "let's see what trouble we can cause on the first day." They walked off the airship towards the school.