Hello, This is a RWBY Fictional Character who resembles someone x Yang, nothing too much but this is only a sneak peek at what I can do, as It is my first time writing a fan fic in a long time, please leave suggestions and tips for me to improve my writing, Now on to the Prologue
Out of Colour
Prologue
Grey found himself out of ideas. He had known he had Aura, but he seemed that he could never use it. His Semblance was that he could manifest fire from anything, which was cool and all, but the longest he had used it for was an amazing 0 seconds. He had it on for half a second which he had caught using the camera on his Phone. He was so incredibly weak, he wondered how he even got into Beacon in the first place, but then he remembered that he got recommended by his skill with his weapons. Grey wielded dual pistols, which could conjoin to create a powerful assault rifle at a notice, not mentioning he could get a speed boost from shooting them behind him.
He sighed and looked around the airship, energy levels where high in this ship, the point of no return was drawing near, and he burried his face into his knees.
"Is this... how I'll go away to Beacon for one week, then get kicked out because of how weak I am with my Semblance." Grey once again sighed and looked up to see a distint blonde looking at him from afar.
"Crap... I've been seen acting like a total kid... and you're 17 Grey! You should try to act more like a man... but you can't... weakling." Grey mumbled again to himself, hoping the blonde would avert her eyes from the shy boy, but instead she walked right over to him.
"Hi! My name is Yang, it's nice to meet you!" Yang put her hand out so Grey could reach it, and slowly and shyly, Grey took the offer and shook her hand.
'Her hand is soft... Wow... a girl is talking to me?! But why? I look like a panzy right now'
"You look lonely, and I never caught your name." Yang said happily as ever, smiling as wide as her face.
"M-M-My name is...Grey,Y-Y-Yang...It's a pleasure... to meet...you." Grey stammered, being shy and scarred for being judged for being a shy, loner, kid who's hair was deep gray, which jet black bangs.