Hello peoples of the interwebs! Welcome to a fanfic of the popular web series, RWBY!
Now, before we begin, yes, this story will have an OC, no he will not be the center of attention in the fic. No he will not be some popular man whore who gets all the girls. No he will not be unbeatable, or all powerful. Yes, he will have some cliche tragic backstory (What anime character doesnt?) but it wont be the focus of the story.
Feel free to viciously nitpick the writing itself, it helps improve myself, but random hate comments are not helpful at all and will be ignored. Also, there will not be any yaoi or yuri pairings, at all. Like the hate comments, complaints about the lack thereof will also be ignored.
I dont go and complain about whiterose or bumblebee fics being yuri related so I would ask that you extend me the same courtesy.
I do not own Rwby, or any related content. All rights go to rooster teeth, Monty oum, and all whom it may concern.
I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I had fun writing it!
Except for you, Carl. You dick!
Schnee Manor: 3:00 A.M.
She jolts awake, sweat beading across her brow. The only sound in the room is that of her heavy breathing. The silken sheets, now damp with perspiration from the young girls night terrors, are slowly balled into her tiny fists. "Not again..." she whispers to herself, "please, just leave me alone!" It was at times like these that she wished she wasn't so distant from her sister, or father. It was times like these when she'd never felt as small and alone.
The young heiress, a seventeen year old Weiss Schnee, was hoping to get at least one good nights sleep before heading out to the prestigious Beacon Academy for hunters and huntresses. However, it seems that the Lord Monty Oum decided she didn't need her precious sleep. For the past few weeks now, she had been having the same nightmares over and over again.
Always the same field, barren, broken, and forgotten. Scars of battle ran deep in the landscape. Something terrible happened here, or will soon happen. She looks behind her, searching for something though she knows not what she should be searching for. She faces forward, watching hordes of Grimm appear from a dark cloud and begin to stalk towards her. She is terrified and tries to run, but she cannot move. Eyes flash behind the darkness, hungry and merciless. It wants to devour her. Tendrils of the darkness race past the Grimm as they halt their advance, waiting for their meal to be brought to them.
She cannot move.
She tries to will her body to move, to scream for help, anything to escape the ravenous hordes before her. The darkness is mere feet from her now. Very soon, it would have her. Very soon, she would be dead. She closes her eyes, silently pleading for someone to save her.
Nothing happens.
She opens one eye. The darkness has stopped and the Grimm are snarling, but not at her. She feels a warm, comforting hand on her shoulder and turns to meet the eyes of her savior, but his face is covered by a hooded coat. She only sees his smile. A gentle smile, almost saying to her, 'Don't worry. I won't let them harm you.'
He strides forward, his hand slowly, almost regrettably, slides off her shoulder. The warmth of his hand is now gone. A new feeling settles in the pit of her stomach as she realizes something.
He has no weapon.
The tendrils of darkness resume their path, but are now pursuing a new target.
Him.
She tries to call out to him, warn him. She has never met the man before in her life, but something is telling her that he is important.
Or will be.
The darkness has him now, but he doesn't seem to notice. He keeps his pace, passing by the Grimm and heading towards the center of the horde where the heart of the darkness lay. The Grimm seemed to have lost their patience and charge him. She finds her voice again and calls out to him, but she cannot hear the name that she uses.
He turns. One last time.
The same smile. The same promise.
The same bleeding body, dragged into the darkness.
Beacon Academy Courtyard: The next morning.
Weiss Schnee enjoys sleep. Enjoys it very much, actually. So, when her sleep is deprived of her, whether it be waking up early for fencing lessons, early meetings, or nightmares, she tends to become a bit hostile. This is evident to everyone but herself when she began scolding, quite harshly, a young girl clad heavily in black and red, who tripped over her luggage. Accidentally, of course.
"Sorry!? Do you have any idea of the damage you could have caused!?" The young girl, she will call her red for now and decides to properly chastise the girl for almost killing them both, merely mumbled and tried to pick up the cases she knocked over. The heiress snatched them from her hands, "This is Dust. Mined and purified from the Schnee Quarry." Red, still a bit shaken by the girls behavior, very eloquently replied, "Uh..?" causing the heiress to launch into another barrage of verbal assaults, taking out a vial of the substance from the case she held, "What are you, brain dead? Dust! Fire. Water. Lightning. Energy!" With each element she listed off, she shook the vial of red dust in her hand.
Now, one would think that such a wealthy, proud, and professional child of the Schnee company would always check to see if the containers of volatile dust were properly sealed before transport. If only to avoid any minor mishaps, such as an explosion of some sort. However, due to her severe lack of sleep these past few days, she had skipped that particular part of her morning. Dust filtered out through the broken seal and permeated the air around them. Red, who was unfortunate enough to breathe in at that moment, soon found that Dust did not agree with her nose.
They were lucky it was only a small explosion.
Another tirade was eminent.
Beacon Academy Assembly Hall
Looking back on it, after having a bit of time to cool off, perhaps she was too harsh on the poor girl. That black haired girl who insulted her family with harsh, though accurate, accusations did little to help her see that. However, her pride as a Schnee would never allow her to apologize directly to the apparent huntress-in-training. So, instead, she opted for an indirect approach.
"You really want to start making things up to me? Read this and never speak to me again." A perfect Schnee-like apology. Hey, at least she even spoke to the girl again. The blonde next to the girl, who was oddly enough her older sister, tried to defend red. Weiss had already decided that she did not like this blonde girl, due to her very apparent 'assets'. It was like they were taunting her! Make no mistake, Weiss was very happy with her rather lithe and graceful frame, but the Lord Monty didn't have to cut off 'all' of her growth!
A few more apologies, sarcastic comments, and one terribly executed pickup line (courtesy of a goofy looking blonde knight) later, the opening ceremony had begun.
The Ballroom: 10:00 P.M.
Weiss hoped, prayed, even begged the Lord Monty for a peaceful sleep, just for tonight. Just to make it past initiation without any hiccups, or undesired setbacks. The heiress had already scoped out the perfect partner in the form of one Pyrrha Nikos. A talented individual like that was a perfect match for the equally talented Heiress. In her opinion, anyway.
After laying out her sleeping arrangements, she changed into her night clothes, brushed and washed up, and readied herself for bed. Now, being in a large room full of excited hopeful first years already made the room a bit noisy, even with all of the whispering, but it seemed that red and her older sister were determined to undermine the girls attempt at sleeping.
Another outburst from the heiress.
12:00 A.M.
Another dream, but this one was completely different than before.
Instead of a barren wasteland, she was in a white room. The room was completely empty and, as far as she could tell, very large. She waited for the Grimm, the darkness, and the comforting hand, but none of them came.
It terrified her more than the Grimm in the last dream. At least there was something there, something she could see. In this white room, she was completely alone. She hated being alone.
"...What is your wish?"
She snapped her head around at the sudden appearance of a voice. It sounded male though not quite the voice of a man, but not the voice of a boy either. He sounded tired.
"My... wish?"
Her voice carried and echoed, sending the words right back at her.
My wish... My wish... My wish...
The tired voice sighed, almost annoyed, "Are you really my..."
She woke up.
The cliffs above Emerald Forrest: 9:00 A.M.
Weiss Schnee was tired. Tired of these stupid, confusing dreams. Tired of people annoying her with cheesy pickup lines or unwanted apologies and offers of friendship. She would find Pyrrha in this forest, become her partner, and everything would be just fine.
Yeah.
It was her turn now. The headmaster had briefly explained the outlines of the initiation trial to them before launching them into the forest. Using her semblance, carefully practiced and refined over many years of training, she gracefully glided through the air on her glyphs, looking for a good spot to touch down and begin her search.
Up ahead, she saw the trees below her thin out a bit. A perfect spot to begin. Leaping from glyph to glyph, she made her way down to the forest floor. In the distance, she though she'd heard a girl screaming in the air, but couldn't place the voice to any of the girls she had seen in the lineup. "Well, I won't get any closer to my goal standing around here." She said to no one in particular and started off into the forest. First thing's first, she needed to find her red headed partner!
Luck seemed to enjoy using her as a punchline. She was made painfully aware of this as her new 'partner' zipped around and assured her that she would not slow the heiress down. If she had been fully rested, she might have noticed that the girl, apparently Ruby was her name (go figure), was doing her best to make up for earlier, but she was not, so she did not. After making a weak attempt at trying to befriend the heiress again, the girl zoomed away, leaving rose petals in her wake.
"You may be fast, but you still excel at wasting time!" But Ruby was already off, determined to show the heiress just how fast she was. Weiss stood where she was, annoyed, tired, and dissapointed, waiting for Ruby to return. After a few minutes, she begun to notice just how quiet the forest had gotten. It was unnatural. The birds had stopped chirping, the insects had stopped buzzing, even the wind had died down. Behind her, the bushes rustled ominously. Far too much noise to be Ruby, but even she could hope, right?
Wrong.
"Ruby?" The heiress turned and looked all around the area, already hearing the snarls of beowolves. The sky seemed to get darker around her, the trees closed in, like the entire forest was trying to smother her. She felt the same way she did in her dream. Small. Scared.
Alone.
The first Beowulf shuffled out of the foliage and growled at her. In a moment of panic, she cried out just as the rest of the pack followed suit, "Ruby!"
Unknown Location: Unknown Time
"Do you understand the rules of the contract?" An ancient voice boomed in the ears of the young man who stood in the void. His cloaked figure barely outlined in the already dark expanse.
"I understand and accept the contract. I will fulfill my duty to my Master until I die, or am relieved." From the tone of his voice, he was not very happy with his current predicament.
"Very well. The contract has been accepted. Warrior Exile, Ichika. You are now a contracted servant. Serve your master well, and your reward will be that which you always wanted."
His gaze hardened as he stared ahead into the empty space. His desire would come true at last. All he had to do, was serve his master until they were satisfied, and he would finally get his wish. Simple enough, right?
Not even close.
She was surrounded.
The heiress took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. She was a huntress-in-training now. She had a responsibility to become the best huntress Beacon had ever seen.
All alone.
'Head up. Shoulders back. Right foot for-' The beowulf in front of her charged before she could finish preparing her stance, swinging its razor sharp claws in a deadly arc. While she was not unfamiliar with live combat, this was the first instance it was in a non-controlled environment. For the first time, her opponent did not wait for her to be ready. For the first time, her opponent wanted to kill her.
She wasn't ready.
She blocked the swipe with her trusty raiper, Myrtenaster. The force of the blow sent her skidding backwards a ways before she could regain her footing. She held her sword in a defensive stance, using the basic knowledge of Grimm battle tactics.
Beowolves never hunted alone. They were always in a pack and used their numbers to overpower their prey. Even with four skilled, full fledged hunters, an especially large pack would be difficult to handle. Taking them on alone, was almost certainly fatal.
Is she going to die here?
Two more charged. One in front, one behind. She leapt, using a glyph to add some extra air, over the beast in front of her. When she landed, she used a vector glyph to send her speeding towards its unprotected back. She was unprepared for the sudden attack from the side that knocked her off her feet. Her forward momentum caused her to tumble sideways into a tree, knocking the wind out of her and causing her to drop her sword. Attempting to regain her bearings, she reached for Myrtenaster, in case they decided to rush in while she was down, but it was too far away.
In the end, she accomplished nothing. She was going to die, alone. All because she was so fixated on her own goals.
The beasts closed in, sensing victory.
The young girl was terrified now. She was shaking. Her voice was caught in her throat so she couldn't scream for help. Ruby was nowhere to be seen.
Abandoned.
'Someone! Anyone! Please help me! I don't want to die!' She closed her eyes, finally finding her voice, "I don't want to die!"
The beasts charged, already anticipating their meal.
What they didn't anticipate, was the beacon of light that erupted from the ground just in front of the downed girl. She herself wasn't expecting it and let out a sharp cry at the sudden flash of light.
A figure began to emerge from the light. He wore a long, black, hooded coat with a single button in the middle securing it to his body. His underclothes consisted of a simple white shirt and black long pants. From her position on the ground she could barely see the hilt of a sword peeking out from the left side of his coat. For a while, he stood there, surveying the monsters gathered before him. "Cowards, only attacking in large numbers."
In the time it took for Weiss to blink, the man had disappeared and reappeared in the midst of the hoard.
Shink!
What she assumed was the sound of him finally drawing his weapon was actually the sound of him sheathing it. The Beowulf closest to Weiss toppled over, its torso separating from the lower half of its body as it fell. "Although... numbers will not save you from me." His voice was coated with a heavy layer of bitterness and bloodlust.
Seeing one of their pack fall enraged the beasts, causing them to charge this new enemy, intent on ripping him to shreds. The man took a deep breath and drew his blade completely. It was a long, silver blade with a slight curve at the end. The hilt was nothing special, black and red diamond shape patterns and a simple hand guard. Overall, aside from the apparent craftsmanship, it was not the most impressive thing she had seen. Not like a certain red hooded death scythe wielder she had recently become partners with. But Weiss knew that the blade itself didn't matter, it was the skill of the one who used it.
The first three fell easily, their growls cut short with a quick strike to the throat. This only further enraged the horde as they leaped over their fallen brethren. His strikes were short, precise, and fluid leaving no room for error. Limbs and severed heads littered the ground as they were cut down one by one. Weiss only watched as the final Beowulf stood before her, its back turned to her. Like its former comrades, it too charged the man head on and was cut in half, from its head to its tail. As the creature fell, Weiss could swear she saw under the man's hood for a split second. Whether it was a trick of the light, or something else, she did not know. What she did know, was that blazing red eyes were rarely the sign of a calm individual.
He turned around and stared into the forest. Seeing that all the enemies were dead in this area, he flicked the blood from his sword, which had already started to dissipate, and sheathed his blade. Finally, after turning back around, he regarded the young girl laying against the tree.
She was sure now. There was no mistaking it, this was the man from her dream. It had to be! This was the- "Tch."
...
What?
"Excuse me?" She asked incredulously, thinking she might have mistaken the sound she heard.
"You've got to be kidding me... I have to serve you? I was better off in the void..." He sighed, clearly annoyed.
"I'm right here you know!" She leapt to her feet, "Who are you anyways? And what was with that light show?"
He snorted, "Figures. Doesn't even realize she summoned me- Whack! Ow! The hell was that for!?" He rubbed his shin which had been furiously kicked by the short heiress.
"Quit talking about me like I'm not here! Answer me, who are you!?" After favoring his leg a bit more, she had quite the kick for such a small girl, he answers "Ichika. I was contracted to be your servant after I accepted your call from the void. Although I'm starting to wonder if it was a mistake."
Void? Servant? Contract?
Just what the heck was going on!?
Ok, so for those of you who stuck it out to the end, Congratulations! You don't get put in the hole with edgar!
Alright so, OC was a bit OP in this chapter, but I promise he wont stay that way. It was more for the sake of a dramatic entrance. The style of writing itself will change as well. instead of broken paragraphs separated by times and locations, I will start to flesh out the story a bit more. It will also include the other characters instead of only focusing on Weiss and my OC with their thoughts. Again, it was for the sake of an entrance. Feel free to ask any questions in a review and I will do my best to answer them without revealing too much. Ciao!