Ok so this is my first time trying fanfiction and I love the RWBY universe so I knew I had to do it in this. I'm trying to keep it canon but I may decide to just roll with whatever crazy ideas I come up with. Any tips, reviews, criticisms or comments on the story or my writing style are greatly encouraged. Please enjoy.
Editted 16/8/2016.
Devon wandered over to the side of the airship and stopped as he reached the window. He looked out at the landscape, and marvelled at the towering glory that was Beacon academy. A calm smile made its way onto his face and he let out a small sigh. He had been looking forward to enrolling at Beacon and finally learning to become a huntsman. He knew it was a long way before he could reach his true goal, but he knew this was the best path.
He turned from the view and instead examined the others on the deck. Devon considered himself a strong fighter, but he knew he was far from the best or strongest to be attending Beacon this year. As he watched all of the other freshmen on the airship he took note of those who looked particularly powerful or skilled, especially those who might have high intelligence or cunning. Some were talking excitedly about being accepted, some of them looked nervous and others just seemed downright uninterested, never looking up from their scrolls.
His view rested on a gorgeous blonde nearby, her golden locks reaching all the way down to her hips, and her lilac eyes filled with joy and a hint of cheekiness. She was talking excitedly with a nervous looking girl in a red hood, who looked younger than the others on the deck, probably by a year or two. He smiled slightly. She must be pretty skilled to have been accepted into beacon at her age. She was definitely one to watch. He let his eyes roam the blonde again – she had a really nice figure after all – before moving on to others.
He saw a rather large boy, about a head taller than himself, with a bulking figure, short brown hair and an arrogant sneer on his face. It seemed Beacon had accepted its fair share of assholes this year too. Unfortunately he knew he would have to join with some of these people in order to form a team for his time here at Beacon. He had already decided his path was to be a solitary one, as angst fuelled as that sounded. Not because he hated people or was too arrogant to work with others. It was simply because he couldn't go through the pain of losing someone again.
His thoughts were soon interrupted when his eyes met those of a girl across the deck. She noticed his gaze and flashed him a smile. And boy did she have a smile. Devon froze for a moment, the attention catching him off guard, before he relaxed a little and returned a weak smile. The girl's eyes brightened at the gesture and she started to make her way over to him.
He watched as her dirty blonde hair swayed gently behind her as she walked and his gaze wandered down the rest of her body. He noticed that she wasn't wearing any armour, instead she wore a grey tank top which hugged her figure, accentuating her generous chest, and tight black shorts showing off her smooth but powerful looking legs. Despite her somewhat casual appearance she did not seem out of place among all of the combat ready students on the airship.
The thing that really caught Devon's attention though, was that smile. Her green eyes lit up her face as it shattered his thoughts, bringing him under some sort of spell. Just before she reached him, he noticed the handgun strapped to her thigh just above her right knee. It was black with strange blue veins running along the body, but Devon didn't have time to admire her accessory as the girl closed in on him.
"Hi! I'm Gale," she greeted before running her gaze down his body and back up again to his eyes. "And what might I call such a handsome gentleman as yourself?" she added, a sly smile coming to her lips.
Devon was taken aback by the girl's forwardness and took a second to register that he had been asked a question. It had been a while since he had been flirted with, he was a bit rusty. He wiped the surprised look from his face and put on a small smile. "Devon," he stated simply.
The girl flashed him that magnificent smile again, "Well Devon, what would you say to-"
The girl named Gale was cut off when a flash of yellow appeared next to her. The blonde girl Devon had...watched earlier had appeared seemingly out of nowhere and draped an arm over Gale's shoulders, leaning on her with a mischievous grin on her face.
"What have you found here Gale?" the blonde asked teasingly, "Delicate girl like you shouldn't be talking to strange boys."
"Me? Delicate? You've seen what I can do to a man Yang, with both a bad..." Gale looked to Devon with a suggestive smirk, "...and a good touch."
The blonde girl apparently known as Yang chuckled, "Attagirl! Just like mama Yang taught you! See, Ruby? This girl knows how to make friends."
Devon noticed the girl in red from before standing awkwardly next to Yang. "Yaaaaaang..." she groaned quietly. Her eyes lifted to the hilt of one Devon's blades that was protruding over his right shoulder from behind his back. She opened her mouth to say something, but at that moment the airship docked at Beacon and the doors slid open. Devon took this as his chance to leave the prolonged social encounter. As much as he enjoyed the fact that three women were showing interest in him he didn't want to form any attachments in his time here.
"Ladies," Devon nodded to them and made his way to the doors.
"But you didn't give me your number!" Gale called out from behind him.
Devon stopped to look over his shoulder. The girl had that dazzling smile on again, and it took all of his self-control not to give in and crumble under her gaze. Clearly this girl was used to getting her way with boys, maybe a little rejection would do her some good? He wasn't cruel, but at the same time the less he had to deal with anyone coming on to him, the better.
"Hmm, you're right," he replied flatly, trying his best to keep an uninterested expression on his face.
As he turned back and continued on his way off the deck, he heard two of the girls gasp and some hushed talking. He just shook his head slightly and sighed. He hoped this wasn't going to be a regular thing.
Devon followed the crowds to the main hall, where the school's headmaster, Professor Ozpin, had begun to make a speech, welcoming the new students to Beacon. He overheard some angry voices and looked around until he noticed the yellow and red girls from before engaged in some argument with a girl in white. He recognised her instantly as Weiss Schnee, the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. He let out a breath and rolled his eyes. They'd probably found a way to aggravate the pompous child. Rich people.
"Seems like everyone is making friends today."
He turned to see who had made the comment and noticed the girl to his right watching the same commotion he was. The girl looked up at him in surprise.
"S-sorry, I-I didn't mean to say that out loud," she mumbled in apology, looking down to her feet.
Devon looked over the girl. She was pretty, with jet black hair reaching down to her upper back, jade coloured eyes and a slim but toned body.
"Relax Jade, you've only been here two hours, you have another four years to make friends." Devon looked to the other side of the girl to identify the new converser. She looked identical to the first girl except for one startling feature. While the first girl's eyes were jade in colour, hers were black with jade pupils. It was as if their eyes were the exact inverse of each other's.
The new girl raised her eyebrow for a moment and Devon realised he was staring. Not one to be embarrassed easily, he simply held her gaze. After a moment a smile came to her lips and she tapped the girl known as Jade on her shoulder.
"Hey. How about this guy?" The second girl moved closer to stand next to the first and offered her hand, "Hi, I'm Raven, and this is Jade. I don't know if you can tell but... we're twins!"
The girl called Jade looked up at Devon nervously while the other, Raven, stood confidently with a smile on her face. He took the outstretched hand and shook it. "Devon," he greeted and offered his hand to Jade. She waited for a moment, eyeing the appendage as if she was unsure how to proceed. Eventually she took his hand and lightly shook it. "Sorry, I only wanted to be polite, but I'm not really here to make friends. It was nice meeting the two of you though."
He gave them a small smile and returned his attention to the speech. He heard one of them sigh but kept his attention on the professor. He hated having to be so cold, but at least he could try to be polite about it.
After the opening announcements Devon made his way to the communal sleeping area for the new students in the ballroom. He found a spot in the corner, away from the majority, and set out the sleeping bag given to him. He didn't need much to live, and didn't really care for fashion, so he hadn't brought anything with him besides his weapons, armour and a change of clothes. He could always get whatever he needed from the school's services or from the shops in Vale, and money wasn't a huge issue considering his current circumstances.
After setting up his area he looked to his scroll for the time. The night was still young, so he decided to explore the campus. It would be useful to familiarise himself with the layout before classes started.
He wandered around for a few hours, noticing some others do the same. On his little adventure he came to the cliffs overlooking the river that divided the school and the city. He stopped to close his eyes and breathe in the salty air. It was a nice location, somewhere he could come to get some time to himself. He had no doubt that he would be using it in the future.
He started to make his way back to the sleeping area and down one of the many halls he found himself in, someone bumped into him and dropped their scroll.
"Sorry," the boy mumbled, bending down to pick up the dropped device.
"No worries," Devon replied, "You okay?"
The boy looked up at him, a mix of confusion and worry in his blue eyes. "Uh, no... I mean, maybe... wait, um... do you, by any chance, know where the sleeping area is for the first years?"
Devon raised an eyebrow, "You know it was the room that literally everyone went to after Ozpin's speech? Follow me, I was just on my way back."
The boy chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head, "Thanks, the name's Jaune by the way."
"Devon," he greeted. He was making a lot of unnecessary social interactions today.
The two lulled into silence after that, which apparently was too much for Jaune as he broke it not a minute later.
"So Devon, what are your thoughts after your first day here at Beacon?" He asked, as they made their way to the sleeping area.
"It looks like a good place to train and learn I guess. I wish we didn't have to form teams though," Devon replied dryly.
Jaune was silent for a moment and looked a bit nervous, "Yeah? What makes you say that?"
"I don't work well with other people," he replied firmly, shrugging it off, "I'm here to kill Grimm, and die.
Jaune stopped at that, halting in his tracks as he looked at him concernedly. "You want to die fighting the Grimm?"
Devon turned to face the blonde who was now behind him. "Kill them all or die trying."
Jaune shook his head, "You can't want to die. If you don't value your own life enough, I hope you meet someone here who changes that."
Devon continued to stand where he was and didn't say anything. Jaune sighed after a moment and looked around, realising that they had arrived at the massive slumber party.
"Thanks for helping me. I hope you'll enjoy your time here at Beacon. See you around Devon." Jaune offered his hand. Devon shook it and nodded once as the boy wandered off to find one of the left over spots in the room.
Day Zero and things could be going better, but overall he had pretty much managed to avoid any confrontations or prolonged interactions. The same could not be said for the yellow and red girls he met earlier, who were now engaged in a rather disruptive argument with the Schnee girl and a mysterious black beauty. He decided that he might as well try to get some sleep. Luckily his chosen spot was far enough away from the particularly rowdy students that he could hopefully get a decent rest. No doubt he was going to need as much energy as he could muster tomorrow.
