A/N: I'd like to thank those of you that gave me their time and praise for the original story of Silver Blade Wing. It was a little over a year that - with a fairly long hiatus included - it took me to write it, but this time around, I plan on taking the bull by the horns and going forward with this sequel instead of dragging my feet. But first, there are two things I need to get out of the way...
1. I own nothing from either RWBY or Black Rock Shooter. All rights to RWBY and affiliated characters, they belong to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum. Also, in the same regards, all Black Rock Shooter rights and characters belong to Huke.
No copyright infringement is intended with this story, it is simply a fan-made (sequel) story created for entertainment purposes.
2. Since I have an official character design for Silver, I decided to also design his swords, but due to the description I gave them originally, they are nearly impossible for me to draw. So, I've decided for a small change to your image of his Split Buster Swords... which is where this story starts... But with a twist; this chapter is from Silver's perspective, a la first person. However, this is not for the entire story: Only this chapter is in first person, the rest will be my usual third person style.
Enjoy.
It's been almost six weeks since the explosion incident with the White Fang hitman. Six weeks since I moved in with Rock and White. But in those six weeks, I've felt a sense of injustice considering the lack of progress we've made in tracking down the White Fang.
But, It's natural; we're still students after all. I've been training myself into the ground - quite literally in some cases! - and Rock has clearly been doing the same. We're also studying for midterms, which are quite inconvienient.
Funny thing, I've managed to get fairly good grades since the start of the year, both in the academic and the physical classes I'm taking. Not surprisingly, my highest marks are coming from Flying class.
Speaking of which, old fuckface, my fake father, he was fired from his secret supervisor position in the SDC, but for whatever reason, Flint declined to reveal his reason for keeping him as the Nova Academy Flying instructor.
At first when I saw he was still teaching, I half expected my grades to plummet. But as the days - and evaluations - went by, my grades only went upwards.
Rock still hates his guts though, so I guess some thing just never change.
"Silver! Hey, come back down to earth, bird-brain!"
I heard a finger snap, then realized I had been zoning out. I looked up to see Rock sitting on her window sill, an open textbook resting on her leg.
"Sorry, I zoned out for a bit." I with a small laugh to ease the annoyance on her face. "Could you repeat the question?"
Rock scoffed, shaking her head despite a smile tugging at her lips. "By increasing the length of a sword's blade, what must be done to provide proper counterbalance?"
"That's easy: Increase the weight and size of the pommel as well as lengthen the grip. Widening the crossguard can offset any inbalance." I answered the blacksmithing question with ease. Rock was taking armoursmithing as her elective course, whilst I was taking weaponsmithing as mine, but they both shared the same textbook, so we were trading questions back and forth.
"Yeah, that's exactly right. Have you memorized the textbook or something?" Rock wrote down a quick note in her notebook, then turned to look at me. "Your turn, give me a challenging one."
I gazed down at my textbook nestled in the gap between two branches of the tree I was sitting in. It took a few pages for me to locate what I thought would be a challenging question.
"What are the major components that are required to create a full suit of platemail armour from the Middle Ages?" I looked up at Rock, who was frowning in annoyance.
"Platemail? Really? Okay... Gauntlets, Greaves, Tassets, Cuirass... Pauldrons, Helm, and... um... uh..." Rock started to tap her chin, thinking hard.
I didn't say anything, despite the fact she'd gotten every component that had been listed in the textbook. It even had a diagram, labelled exactly as she had listed.
"Yeah, that's all the major pieces. Well... the ones I can think of, at any rate." Rock started flipping through the pages of her text in search of the diagram.
"That was all of them, actually." I replied with a smile, swinging my foot against the tree trunk with a rhythmic tapping noise that seemed to further annoy Rock. The moment I started swinging my foot, I saw her left eye begin to twitch.
"Stop that, you know it's annoying." Rock spoke in a quiet voice, her gaze focused on her textbook to verify the diagram.
"Maybe that's the reason I'm doing it? Simply to annoy you." I teased, smiling widely.
"You're lucky that you're sitting in that tree. If I was able to reach you, I'd have freaking smacked you by now." Rock scowled at me, perched in the out-of-reach tree like a cocky bird.
"Well... maybe I'd like that." I taunted, my voice drenched with innuendo. I also made sure to make my expression as cocky as possible, just for that final added touch.
"Wait, what!?" Rock exclaimed in shock, her face becoming very, very red. "What the fuck did you just say?!"
"I was kidding. Relax." I smoothly dropped down from the tree branch, then began to hover in front of her window. "What makes you think I'd enjoy getting smacked?" I braced myself against the window sill, barely inches from her face. "It's a punishment, not a gift or reward."
"Some people like that. Pain as pleasure, I mean." Rock smirked, but since we were so close, I easily noticed the pink tone rising in her cheeks.
"I know. But I'm not one of them." I chuckled, then planted my foot against the bricks. "I'm just grabbing my textbook, then I'm gonna fly to the store to get some candy. Want anything?"
With a hefty kick, I launched myself away from the side of the house, keeping a steady altitude as I retrieved my textbook and shoved it into my bag, which was hanging by the strap from an upper branch.
"I'm fine, you don't have to get me anything." Rock waved her hand, reading her textbook. I gave a shrug then took off, flying at a slow, casual pace.
On my return home, I spotted a delivery truck parked outside of Rock's house, with a deliveryman walking up the driveway. Curiosity piqued, I tightened my wingspan and entered a sharp dive, aimed at the lawn only a few meters away from him.
Landing in a forward roll, the deliveryman jumped back upon hearing my powerful landing. I stood up and faced him, shoving my candy into my pocket.
"How may I help you, sir?" I asked, noticing that his datapad was held in both hands.
"Are you a resident here? I have a package for Mr. Silver Blade Wing." The man glanced at his datapad to clarify the delivery recipient.
"I am Silver Blade Wing. Who is the sender?" I asked, curious. I wasn't expecting anything, so I was wary.
"From the Schnee Dust Company. Could you sign here, please?" He replied, holding out the datapad and the stylus.
I signed the datapad, and the deliveryman hurried back to his truck, returning with an envelope in hand. I took it, and gave my thanks as he left. I went inside, staring at the envelope in my hands.
It appeared legitimate, and judging by the texture and proportions, it contained a letter. But for some reason, it felt... strange.
"Oh, Silver! I thought you were upstairs with Rock." White's voice brought me back from my thoughts. I looked up to see her standing in the kitchen doorway.
"I flew to the store to get some candy." I answered, then held up the SDC envelope. "This was delivered just now, apparently for me."
"From whom?" White asked, raising an eyebrow.
"The SDC. I wasn't expecting anything from them, to be honest." I replied, still staring at the envelope.
"Are you going to open it?" White asked, putting a hand on her hip.
"Open what?"
Rock's voice came from the stairs, and I held up the letter.
"SDC sent me this." I explained, then decided to bite the bullet and open the letter.
Tearing it open, I was expecting the worst... but as I opened the folded letter inside, I felt a small twinge of confused anger.
"Silver, I understand your wish to not receive a reward for the events at the hospital, but it has pained me greatly to not reward your actions. So, I have enclosed a cheque to you for a thousand dollars. Please, I am aware you've already voiced your views for your reward, but since you declined publically, I decided to try again privately.
Once again, the choice is yours.
Sincerely,
Director Schnee."
I withdrew the cheque from the envelope, staring at the signature from Director Schnee. He had personally thanked me, and now he gave me a reward. What else would he do?
"Sounds like he's pretty stubborn about that reward. Wanna head over to the bank to cash it?" Rock descended the last few steps, scanning the letter over my shoulder.
"Sure, might as well." I shrugged, carefully folding the cheque and slipping it into my pocket. "Coming?" I asked, to which she gave a nod.
"Yeah, let's go." Rock opened the front door, waving to White over her shoulder as we left.
After flying together to the bank, I Rock decided to go for a walk in the park, enjoying the afternoon sun as they wandered to the edge of a pond.
"What do you plan to do with the money?" Rock asked as we sat in the shade of a tree. She nestled herself into my chest, staring up at my face.
"For starters, I'm going to save it." I replied while staring at a few ducks swimming in the water. "But I'm probably going to use it once in a while for small purchases."
"Why not spend it all in one shot?" Rock asked, sounding curious.
"It's a grand. Not that easy to resist spending it, but if I spend it all, then I wouldn't have any whenever I needed it, like an emergency." I replied, smiling at Rock against my chest.
"Well, your choice. Personally, I'd have spent it all instead of saving it." Rock sighed, trying to get a bit more comfortable against my metal clad body. As usual, I was wearing my armour, but I wasn't carrying my P90 or my ammo belt. Rather, I only had my Split Buster Sword on my back.
"For now, I'm going to leave it alone." I smiled, then gave the top of Rock's head a kiss. "Let's just enjoy our study break for a bit, okay?"
"I know something else we could enjoy..." Rock teased, her eyes glinting mischeviously as I failed to resist rolling my eyes.
"We're surrounded by people, bad idea." I gave a pointed glance at a nearby jogger that went by as she spoke.
"No! Not that! No, I meant that we could go to the beach. It's one of the last warm days until our midterms, and I want to go swimming." Rock smacked my chestplate with the back of her hand. "We could even invite the girls, if you want."
I smirked and gave a nod, then had a sudden realization. "Can Strength and Chariot even swim with their augmentation?"
"Can you?" Rock raised an eyebrow at my question, since my wings were prototypes after all.
"Version 3.2 introduced a watertight design for all wing augmentation models and their variants. My version is the prototype for the 8.9 Delta model. It's safe for me to swim, yes." I explained with a nod of my head. "I'll ask Strength about hers and Chariot's model versions to see if they can swim as well."
"You don't have to look far. There they are now." Rock's gaze indicated the two sisters walking along the park path... well, Strength was walking, Chariot was rolling along, as usual.
"I'll bet you a dollar that Chariot notices us first." I smirked as they watched the distant siblings slowly approaching us. I even held up a single dollar as proof for the wager.
"I'll take that bet. You're on!" Rock gave me a quick kiss to seal the bet, then began to intensely watch Chariot's face to see if the hyperactive girl saw them.
A/N: Ta-da! SBW2 is now a thing! Hope you liked the first person perspective (which was only for this chapter, not for the whole story)