So, this is a new story I'm doing, which is an AU. The AU takes place in modern day world, but includes Faunus mixed in. The predominant cast of RWBY shall be starring in this story, and I'm hoping that this'll end well! So, here's to good reading!
Ah, Saturday. I was at the library, sitting down in the library, in my favorite black beanbag chair, occcaisonally sipping my coffee, extra creme, and reading one my favorite novels, Before Twilight Passes. Ninjas of Love I wouldn't dare chance in a public setting. But, this was the next best thing, especially since I didn't feel like walking home in the dead of winter.
Oh, Michelle's about to run away with Danny! I thought excitedly to myself. Then, one of the loudest people I had ever heard shattered the glorious imagery my imagination created in my head.
"RU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-UBY!" a fairly close, annoyingly loud voice shouted out. I mildly jumped into the air at this loud exclamation. People are supposed to be quiet in a library for a reason. I peeked over the shelf my beanbag was placed behind, out of other people's lines of sight, to see a worrisome looking blonde and an irritated looking... uh... what's the term for someone with white hair?
"Do you care to remind me WHY it is we're here again?" the white haired girl asked. She was obviously agitated for some unexplained reason. The bright side was that she wasn't NEARLY as loud as the blonde girl was. Of course, I was curious as to what her predicament was.
"Well, Princess," Blondie mocked with mild amusement. "We're here because Ruby wanted to take out some fairy tale books. If you cared enough about her, you'd at least remember that we came here for her."
Princess just crossed her arms, her breath let out in a huff, and turned away from Blondie hastily. I continued staring at the two in front of me from over the top of the bookshelf.
The girl in white wasn't exactly wearing winter attire. The only thing she had that would remotely be considered winter attire would be the boots she had that came up to her shins. The rest of her outfit was less than desirable for this season, bare legs, a white skirt, a white bolero jacket, no hat or gloves. Not to mention those ice blue eyes and scar visible over her left eye, one would think that she wasn't even bothered by the cold at all.
Blondie's outfit consisted of a blazing orange scarf wrapped around her neck and hanging loosely over her dark brown snow coat, her fiery blonde hair sweeping behind herself. She had dark brown boots to match her coat, and a long pair of yellow pants to accompany her hair. To finish the look, she had orange earmuffs hanging off her neck, not needing to be on her ears at this time. Her lit up, worry filled lavender eyes were peeking around everywhere, looking for something.
Unfortunately, the thing her eyes found happened to be me, peering at her from behind the bookshelf. As our eyes locked for a brief second I slip back behind the shelf, turn back around, and continue reading my beloved book. Now, where was I...?
"Excu-u-u-u-use me-e-e-e-e-e!" a loud voice chirped, directly from on top of me. A slight twitch sparks through my right eye. Calm down, suppress it... I glance upward and come face to face with two lavender colored orbs. My expression is less than amused.
"Can I... help you?" I ask, mildly annoyed that someone would interrupt my attempt at reading again, let alone the same person twice. She brushes off my rather displeasing greeting.
"Have you maybe seen a girl walkin' 'round here? Red cloak, black hair, probably munchin' on some cookies?" Blondie asked inquisitively. I sigh. People.
"This is a library. Please try to be quiet, for others' sake. And no, I've been too busy reading this book to see anybody walk by," I tell her, a hint of displeasure in my tone. She still doesn't go anywhere. "Which I will continue to do." Blondie wasn't getting the hint. "As soon as you leave," I finished irritably, narrowing my eyes slightly. She was promptly yanked backwards by some unseen force. That unseen force being Princess from earlier.
"Come on Yang, we shouldn't bother other people," she told "Yang" forcefully. Thank god, someone who respected one's own content for their current situation. I watch as Princess drags "Yang" away, but the blonde girl just kept staring in my direction the whole time. I watch as she disappears behind a bookshelf, and I plop myself back down onto my beanbag chair. Hopefully no other distractions arise in the next coming hour.
My hope was realized for the course of roughly five minutes. Then, I notice a small girl sit herself down on the opposite side of the table beside me, in a red beanbag chair. Red cloak, black hair, chewing down cookies, and a book titled Children's Fairy Tales open in front her. Oh, great. I was almost afraid to ask the question, but I don't like playing the bad guy, er, girl.
"Excuse me?" I ask, the attention grabber aimed at said girl. She turns her head towards me, her silver eyes glowing with curiosity.
"Yes?" she asked chipperly, a small smile on her lips. I sigh. As much as I'd rather not...
"Does your name happen to be Ruby?" I ask with slight regret at myself. I'd rather not get involved with... people. Her face lights up in response, obvious that the answer was yes.
"Yep!" she replied cheerfully. "Anything I can do for you?" she closed the book and directed her attention towards me.
"There's two people looking for you. A girl in white, and a blonde girl. The blonde is really loud." I tell her very upfront, my motive to get this conversation over with as fast as I can. She seems to ponder this question for a few seconds, before a storm of understanding takes over her features.
"Oh, Yang and Weiss!" she replies excitedly. "I almost forgot that they were here! Can you show me where they are?" she asked innocently.
I look her over. If I told her the general direction they went, I'm sure it wouldn't be difficult for someone this apparently old to find the odd pair. I open my book again and point back towards the bookshelf Yang passed by five minutes ago.
"They went that way," I reply indifferently to the girl. Now, to finish my... what the heck? Now why is she in front of me? And why does her face look like I kicked a puppy? Or, maybe even a kitten. Yeah, that's better, a kitten.
"Oh, come on, can you show me where they went, pleaaaaaase Miss?" She looks at me pleadingly. I look back at her over the top of the book. I sigh. So innocent seeming. I get up, very reluctantly.
"Come on, I'll help you find them," I tell the small girl monotonously. She squeals and claps her hands together. Why do I have to be the nice one...? I slip the bookmark into my novel, pick up my coffee cup and head out with Ruby following close behind me.
Shortly after browsing the aisles for the pair of yellow and white, we came upon them, looking around in the children's section. A very pleasantly surprised Ruby ran up to the blonde one and gave her a sharp hug, the white one crossing her arms and huffing sharply at Ruby's sudden appearance. I, for one, decided to head back to my reading spot at this point. My objective was completed, my resolve now, to finish my darling little novel. Only a couple chapters left.
That was before I heard, "A girl with amber colored eyes helped me find you!" Oh, great. And screeching along, right behind me, comes Blondie again. I turn around to look at her, my indifference cascading in waves from around me.
"Hey, its you again! I thought you said that you didn't see her!" Blondie shouted disbelievingly. I wince mildly. Her volume is really annoying.
"She came AFTER you left," I reply neutrally, trying my best to keep myself from being irksome. I see Ruby and the white girl show up behind Blondie. Please keep her in tow before I snap... I think to myself pleadingly. I look at Ruby, who in turn taps Blondie's shoulder and whispers something into her ear. Blondie makes an "o" face, her sign for realization.
"Well, regardless, thank you very much... uh..." she started enthusiastically and finished awkwardly. I look at her plainly. Better to be polite, I guess.
"Blake," I tell her curtly. I'd rather be reading right now.
"Well, Blake," her voice volume was lowered considerably, "Thank you very much!" she told me gratefully. She looks down to the now empty coffee cup in my right hand, and begins fishing through her pocket for something. She pulls a coin out of it and flicks it towards me. I catch it in my hand and realize its a 3 lien coin, enough for another cup of coffee.
"Um, what's this for?" I ask her with a hint of confusion in my voice. I'm not exactly understanding this at the moment.
Blondie scratched the back of her head. "Well, its for you prying time away from your reading. Ruby and I kinda took some away from you after all..." she replied, a bit embarrassed to say the least. I can't help but feel the ghost of a smile trying trying to creep its way onto my lips. I look down at the coin and back to her. Maybe this isn't such a bad thing.
"Oh, well, that's... very kind of you," I tell her, some gratefulness seeping into my tone. I look behind her and notice Ruby trying to catch Yang's attention again. Blondie turned her attention to the small girl.
"Hey sis, Weiss is gonna take me home now. You comin'? she asked happily. That small little smile and positive demeanour were simply charming. Yang looked thoughtfully at Ruby for a second. Then at me, then back to Ruby.
"Actually, I think there might be some books that I might want while I'm here," she replies mysteriously to the younger girl. Wait a second, sis? "Yeah there's definately one I wanna check out," she continues ominously. She's kinda... staring at me. Ruby looks at Blondie, then at me. I look at her. She shrugs.
"Okay then, see ya later Yang!" she finished happily, prancing along past me, "Weiss" in short tow. Wait, Yang? I watch the red girl as she walks away. Then, turn around and look back at Yang.
"So, what book did you find?" I ask, curious as I am. Although, I might be afraid that the answer...
"I'm lookin' at it right now," she replied slyly, a strange glint appearing in her eye. ...isn't going to involve a book. Right. Okay, so now what am I supposed to do?
"Uhm..." I glance slightly downward nervously, looking at the coin perched in my right hand. I look back up at the girl, a decision being made. Might as well try and see what happens. "Coffee?" I ask nervously, holding up the coin.
Well, I feel like that could've been worse. So, how did I do writing Blake? It could be bad, good, somewhere on that middle ground perhaps. Or, on any other extreme of good and bad. But, I like the idea I have planted. It could work. Maybe. Come on, just have confidence... Yeah, it'll be great!