Four Is A Crowd

Five In A Team Is Too Easy!


He walked up to the stage with his teammates as the headmaster called out their names.

"And finally: Sieg Aschelt, Lilium Stel'Ciel, and Reah Von Whitestorm." Their portraits circled into alignment on the two large holo-screens, the first-letter of their name appeared beneath them. His untidy image was flanked by Reah's regal-stern expression and Lilium's stoic face. "The three of you retrieved a Black King piece. From this day forward, you will work together as Team RSL; led by Reah Von Whitestorm."

The girl with icy-blue hair and sapphire eyes snapped her feet together, chest puffed-up proudly, and gave a militaristic salute as she was named team-leader.

Lilium's reptilian-tail curled in displeasure.

The lone boy of the team merely scratched the back of his head, a frown hidden by his scarf. "Well, a team of three can't be too bad, right?" he mumbled. He glanced at the subtly smirking Whitestorm Girl to his right and then to the quietly aggravated Faunus Girl at his left, their eyes locked in mutual dislike. "...Ah, nope, this is going to be pretty bad."

Four years suddenly sounded like a really long time.


Author Notes

Just a little idea.

RSL pronounced as Roselle.

Not sure if I should just slap the one-shot label or (try to) continue this.