Hi everyone. Of course, when I say everyone, I mean all two of you who decided to give this story a chance…
Anyway, here it is. My RWBY story, and the second story I've put on this site. I know I never gave any hints about me wanting to do it, and I know that no one else wanted it, but here it is anyway.
I tried writing it in third person this time, but I'm not entirely sure it worked out that well, so if anyone could tell me what they thought of it, I would greatly appreciate it.
Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY. I don't know who actually owns it now, but I'm guessing its Rooster Teeth.
Also, please review so I can use the comments to slowly convince people that fanfiction IS cool Dad!
Chapter 1: The Heroic Entrance
"So, that's Beacon…" The red haired boy said, staring up at the famous academy.
It had taken a decent length of time and effort to make it to Vale, what with the lack of proper transport for a majority of the journey, but seeing the academy in person made him feel as if the journey had been worth it.
Of course, this inner reflection was shattered when the outside world decided to remind him that it still existed.
It apparently decided the best way to do this was to throw another human at him.
"Oh, oh gosh!" The girl, who he could only assume had been what had actually thrown the human at him, said in a worried tone. "Sorry!"
"Mmmph Hmph." The boy said, his efforts to tell the girl "It's fine" muffled by the weight of the suited man keeping his face against the ground.
"Ok…" a deeper voice said, and the boy managed to roll his head over so he could see a man with orange hair and a very nice outfit. The man looked to a group made up of more mooks like the one that was currently unconscious on top of him, before exasperatedly telling them to "Get her."
As the boy finally managed to reach the understanding that he should probably try to push the unconscious man off from on top of him, stand up, and maybe, if he gets the time, actually help the teenage girl who was about to get mobbed by multiple adult criminals, he was shown just how unnecessary that would be, as he watched the girl unfurl a massive, mechanical scythe.
She then proceeded to beat the shit out of them.
Nonlethally too, which is a fairly impressive feat when you're using one of the most dangerous weapons in Remnant…
He was brought back to his senses when the orange haired man looked down at his unconscious minions in annoyance.
"You were worth every cent. Truly, you were…" He said, before pulling the cigar from his mouth and staring at the scythe-wielding teen. "Well, Red, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening."
"That it has." The red haired boy said tiredly, drawing the attention of the other two as he finally made it back onto his feet. "I do have to wonder how you knew my name though…"
A moment of silence passed, as the orange haired man stared at the boy.
"What?" The man finally asked.
"Well, you were talking to me just then, weren't you?" The boy continued. "You said my name, so I assumed you were, and now I'm wondering if I met you at some point, and I've just forgotten you entirely. Sorry if that's true, by the way…"
Another moment of silence.
And then the orange haired man apparently decided that, like most people who meet the red haired teenager, things would go a lot easier if he just pretended the boy wasn't there.
"Anyway, as I was saying…" The orange haired man began again. "It's been an eventful evening, and as much as I'd love to stick around…"
As he spoke, the man dropped his cigar on the ground and crushed it with the bottom of his cane, before pointing said cane at scythe-girl and revealing it as some sort of gun.
"I'm afraid this is where we have to part ways…"
He shot at the girl, who managed to launch herself out of the way with her scythe.
However, she seemed surprised to notice that the man was nowhere to be seen when she landed.
"He's over there."
She looked at the boy, who was pointing at a ladder leading to the roof of a nearby building.
"Oh, thanks!" She said, before turning to an old man who was leaving the trashed shop. "You ok if I go after him?"
The man nodded, and the girl ran over to the building and launched herself to the top.
"Oh…" The boy said, dropping his fist into his hand as the pieces came together in his head. "It's a gun, and she's using the recoil… That's pretty neat, huh old guy?"
He turned to look at the old man in order to see his response, only to notice that the man was staring back at him with a look of slight disapproval.
"Young guy?"
The man shook his head.
"Ah." The boy said, repeating the same gesture from a few seconds ago. "You want me to go help her."
The man smiled and nodded.
"Well," the boy said, as he stretched his arms out, "I guess it probably won't be anything too bad…
Naturally, it was only as he made this statement that a series of explosions appeared from the top of the roof.
The boy sighed.
"Oh well, I guess it's just something I'm gonna have to get used to… I am meant to be the protagonist after all..."
And with that, he dashed over to the ladder and began climbing.
As he climbed, he went over the tips his father had given him.
"Remember shrimp, never give away your more impressive techniques. If you keep them hidden until you absolutely have to use them, they can make really good trump cards. More importantly though, it'll be cool as hell! Dramatic effect is the most important part of a fight, and don't you forget it!"
Wisdom for the ages…
When he reached the top of the ladder, he managed to catch a brief glimpse of multiple things happening simultaneously.
He noticed a blond woman fighting another woman in a large air vehicle, the name of which he didn't actually know, by casting magic at each other. He also noticed scythe-girl shooting at the vehicle with her scythe… rifle… scythle… Yeah, scythle sounded good…
Finally, he saw that he himself had also been noticed by the woman in the vehicle.
Of course, her face was hidden by the shadows inside the vehicle, but the fact that a large, eye like pattern of fire appeared on the ground below his feet, as well as the feet of scythe-girl and the blonde woman.
Apparently this was when the blonde woman noticed him too, and cursed. She cartwheeled away from the ground-fire-eye-things, before swinging a riding crop at scythe-girl and him, using magic to yank them away as the eyes exploded.
Unfortunately, this was just the distraction orange-hair and fire-lady needed to escape, leaving the blonde woman to stare after them in frustration.
Perhaps, the boy thought idly, this would be a good time to leave. The blonde woman looked pretty pissed, and he didn't want to be around when something inevitably triggered her.
"You're a huntress…" Scythe-girl said to the blonde woman, drawing her attention back to the two of them just before he could try to silently escape. "Can I have your autograph?!"
The boy sat in a dark room, listening to the muffled voices of the blonde woman and the scythe-girl.
It did not sound fun.
In fact, it sounded a lot like something he would really rather avoid.
After all, how could he accomplish anything he had set out to do if the blonde witch decided to walk in and turn him into some poor, gibbering mess…
That being said, he couldn't exactly leave.
This was both due to the fact that he was in a dark, windowless interrogation room, and that the witch had decided to take all his guns. He did still have a few knives hidden away, so he wasn't completely unarmed, it's just that he was really attached to those guns.
"So who are you, and why did you go out of your way to get into the middle of a fight?"
The boy was broken out of his daydreams by the witches voice, who had walked into the room along with a grey-haired man.
He really needed to stop daydreaming so often…
"Well," he began, "I just want to say that I didn't originally intend to get in a fight. I want that to be clear. Actually, I never technically got involved in the fight anyway… But yeah, I had just gotten into the city, and I was trying to figure out where to go next, when a guy flew out of a window and landed on me. Things just grew from there, and eventually I decided that I should try and help out, and that's when I got to the roof and watched you let orange-hair get away…"
It looked like that last bit might have been what pushed the witches emotions from annoyed to properly pissed.
Thankfully, the grey-haired man interrupted her before she could try to murder him.
"So you're not from Vale? Might I ask where you're from, and what your reasons for coming here are?"
"Oh, I don't have a proper home." The boy answered. "My dad and I have been wandering around remnant since I was a kid due to… family circumstances…"
Neither the witch nor the boy noticed as the grey haired man's face grew slightly paler.
"But just a little while ago, my dad said he needed to do something really important, something to do with an old fairy tale or something, and that I should go to Vale, where an old man he knew ran a combat academy."
The blonde woman also turned slightly paler, as something seemed to click in her head. She turned to the man beside her, who simply nodded in confirmation.
Once again, the boy didn't even notice the exchange as he talked.
"Of course, the jerk didn't even give me a day's warning! He just told me what he was doing, gave me a backpack full of food and my spare weapons, and told me to head here. He didn't even give me a map or anything! He just said "Head in that direction!" and walked off! I mean come on! Even considering how our family is, that's a little mu-"
"Excuse me," the grey-haired man interrupted, "but your father, he wouldn't happen to be a man by the name of Carmine Arx, would he?"
"Yeah." The boy answered, completely oblivious to the depressed cringes that emerged on the faces of the other two. "Why? Are you the old man he told me to look for?"
As the boy asked that, he was sure he heard a small, dejected utterance of the words "… not even that old…", but as he didn't see the man's mouth move, he assumed it was just his imagination.
"Yes." The man answered after a moment. "I believe he was most likely talking about my academy. Does the name 'Beacon Academy' ring a bell, or was it perhaps another academy you were meant to go to?"
The boy completely missed the small, hopeful tone at the end of the question, and nodded.
"Yep," he said, missing the two faces falling at the confirmation, "that was the one. I guess you guys are gonna be my new teachers then?"
"I'm the headmaster of the school, not one of the teachers, but yes, that's essentially right." The man sighed. "I am professor Ozpin, and this is Glynda Goodwitch. What is your name?"
"Oh, right, I forgot to introduce myself!" The boy exclaimed, deciding it was probably best to not tell them that he was actually waiting for a dramatic moment to make him sound cooler when he did it. "My name is Red, Red Arx!"