[DISCLAIMER: I neither own (nor created) the characters, places, lore and/or mythos of RWBY (Anime/Manga) with belongs to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum (May he rest in peace wherever he may be); nor do I own Bloodborne (Video-Game) which belongs to the magnificent FromSoft company (and hopefully they will continue to make many more games!).]
FRUSTRATION
As the darkness surrounded in waves, the light fog rolled in, and shadows seeped into every crevice. Barely lit alleys, hiding all manner of danger, were abundant in spades. The cloaked duster moved, and with it the woman. Face hidden behind a tricorn-cap and wearing a suspiciously reddened bandana, wielding an ancient blunderbuss and an bizarre saw-like butcher implement with an extended handle; she moved closer to her prey:
It was an enormous creature, a monstrosity of flesh clad in writhing fur and fury. Glowing eyes that seemingly burned like balefire gazed into hidden eyes; it's lips pulled back in a feral snarl. The abomination rush forward and the Huntress sprinted to meet it head on-
Only for the poor avatar to become bombarded by the attacks of an online-invader.
"The fuck?!" The female voice, resonate and husky-toned, cried out in outrage as her poor character was assaulted. Jerking the joystick and pressing harshly on the dodge-button, the blonde-haired woman growled out, "Bring it on asshole, I don't got all day..."
The person whom all these characteristics belonged to was Yang Xaio Long, the fourth and oldest member of the hunting team known by RWBY. Now normally, Yang wasn't one to play video-games unless they were fighting games, and even that was rare. The tall-buxom beauty simply preferred to go out and have fun; not stay holed up inside all day. She stated this to her younger sister, Ruby Rose the leader of team RWBY, that, "It's not my thing, sorry sis." However, when this game came out it immediately caught the attention of the younger girl - who went straight to her sibling and begged the bronze-skinned blonde to try it out.
At first, the fighter didn't know what to think when she saw the title: Bloodborne. It sounded so... nerdy. Like the made-up names of 'ye olde englishe' type of speak (Although Blake stated that Old-English was actually a lot more closer to Modern-English, but Yang soon got "distracted" when the Faunus started to inform her partner.). After creating her character and naming the newly created female-hunter 'Fang,' she set out to play.
The cut scene was... something. As was the story: It was actually really well thought out, now that Yang looked back. But when she first started, the brawler couldn't help but feel as though someone slipped some Mary-Jane into her brownies and sent her on a bad-trip straight to the insane asylum.
Gory, gruesome, disgusting... and amazing. The first moment that she could move her character, Yang immediately set out to explore and beat the game (or play for a minute and quit), yet was almost instantly killed by a Grimm-like enemy that she later identified as a Scourge-Beast. She swore and moved her poor character around-
Only for the beast to pounce on the avatar and tear into her. Killing her.
After that, Yang raged - infuriated that her character not only died, but it was one that bore a similar namesake to hers; vowing instant revenge and as the loading screen faded to reveal the 'rest area' she set out to work. Gaining her starting weapons: A shot-gun like weapon named the Hunter-Blunderbuss and a bladed weapon called the Saw-Cleaver, she returned to the beast and slaughtered it. When the dust settled, so to speak, Yang's health-bar was nearly empty - but she emerged victorious. Roaring her triumph with a "TAKE THAT BITCH!"
And startling Weiss, who was in the process of doing her homework nearby. Needless to say, the other huntress wasn't happy.
So began her new-favorite past-time and part of her ritual: Come home after training and get homework done (I.e. Copy Wiess' homework when the smaller woman wasn't looking); then proceed to play Bloodborne on one of the many T.V.'s that the Schnee heiress 'acquired' for both the dorms and the common room of Beacon.
Yang took in the other character, clad in the attire known as the Ashen-Bone Set; they wielded a strange dual-bladed weapon that the brawler never witnessed before. Moving Fang around cautiously, she noticed their username:
TheShadowNinja.
'Alright then Ninja, let's see if your any good...' And so, in true Yang style she charged in head-first.
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As Ruby entered the room, she was startled by the shout of pure outrage and came from a familiar voice. Rushing in, she prepared herself-
And was taken aback at the sight of her elder sister, the blonde-fighter Yang Xaio Long: playing a video-game.
Not just any video-game, but the younger-girl's current all-time favorite: Bloodborne.
"YANG!" She cried joyously, launching herself at her beloved sibling. The older-girl barely moved from the 'pounce-attack,' focused completely on the game. Eyes narrowed and hunched forward, she jabbed at the buttons and mashed at triggers. Teeth bared, she snarled, "Got ya now-"
And was nearly killed by a parry from the dual-wielder.
"Fuckin' A!" She swore, and evading another blow, quickly made it to a safe distance and healed herself. The avatar, Fang, was near-dead - and her creator Yang was near-pissed as she charged in with a wild swing of her Cleaver-
"Oh crap, Yang- That dude just killed your character."
Scratch that - Yang was pissed.
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Blake logged off from the common-rooms T.V. system; fully satisfied that her opponent was soundly defeated and that her rank in the Cainhurst Vile-bloods was secure for another day. Feeling a slight twinge of guilt, the faunus shrugged it off: if ~_LITTLE-GOLDEN_SUN-DRAGON_~ was pissed, it wasn't her problem.
To most the midnight-haired girl seemed solemn and, at times, too serious - so not many sought out her company. There were time where Blake was outright cold to someone, borderline bitchy. Looking back now, she's glad to have opened up to those that truly matter: Her team, and her bright-haired partner, Yang Xaio Long.
At first glance, the woman just seemed to be all talk: even invasive with the way that she butted into people's business. But as Blake came to know her, she's come to realize that Yang was simply a social person who cared deeply about people. When the cat-like faunus started to avoid her team-mates for fear of discovers - when she started to rage about Adam and her desire (no, her need) for revenge: Yang was there. She calmed her, soothed her fears and anger; making Blake more trusting and falling deeper into her crush with the brawler.
Being a loner, she's never really had any experience with romance except in books: No, not even with Adam - although the sparks were there that's all they were. She's never felt as though she could be comfortable around someone. With Yang, Blake could feel as though she could literally say almost-anything and the blonde wouldn't be mad.
Smiling softly as she reached the door, she grew concerned. Brow furrowing in the slightest hint of worry, she could make out a raised voice - husky and melodious, but instead of playful it was enraged:
Yang.
She rushed inside, and found the answer almost instantly.
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Yang was pissed.
Not irritated, not annoyed or even angry. She was straight-up, ass-kicking, 'lemme find this sonofabitch so I can shove my entire-foot up his ass' PISSED. Typically, Yang only got this way when her family was in danger, when her mother was mentioned, or when someone attempted to butcher her precious hair.
Guess getting her ass royally handed to her by a video-game counted on that list now.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" She paced back and forth, and the force of those stomps were equal to an earthquake; shaking the room and shoddily-made bunk-beds. "That-that-"Yang couldn't even speak, and instead snarled out, "CHEATIN' SON-OF-A-"
"What's going on?" The low-raspy tone that sung out was the blonde's partner: Standing at the doorway with a look of concern etched on her pale-face. Midnight locks fell and framed the faunus' face; her ears unbound and twitching freely in worry. Feline-eyes roamed the room, taking in the shaking form of the younger sibling and the suspiciously-familiar screen-
"SOME ASS-HAT KILLED MY GAL!" Yang roared, scowling and red-faced. It was then that Ruby revealed her face - laughing hysterically.
"Y-Ya-Yang," The Rose sister couldn't breathe right, let alone speak. Yet she stubbornly tried, even at glancing at her sister caused a new fit of giggles. "S-She's-"
"-GONNA SHOVE A POLE UP THEIR ASS! What are you lookin' at?" She snarled, glaring at Ruby who burst out in helpless giggles once-more. Eventually the girl managed to get them under control, and swiftly got out the door claiming to smell someone baking chocolate-chip cookies. Blake, still lost, asked as calmly as she was able, "Who killed who? What are you two talking about?"
Yang, amethyst-eyes blazing nearly-red, closed her eyes and calmed down as best as she was able. Taking deep breaths, the angry-brawler didn't notice the dark-huntress' gaze fixed on her 'generous' chest, and said in a tone that conveyed frustration, "I was playing a video-game an' just as I was about to go kill a boss some-" She struggled with the words, anger returning. But she almost managed to calm herself. "Ass-wad, killed my character in practically one hit-"
"Wait, what game were you playing?"
"Bloodborne. Anyway- so this jackass comes up an' started swingin' like a damn tornado. He kept on tailing my ass, I didn't even get a chance to heal an' the only time I hit him? He fucking parried me again and killed me instantly! Not only once, but fuckin' twice! How the fuck does he know when to parry, but I played the game for a month and I still can't!"
Slowly piecing the story together, Blake's face slightly paled at the coincidences, and she wanted to ask what the blonde's user name. But asked instead, "Was their username by any chance TheShadowNinja?"
Yang snapped her gaze faster than the eye could blink towards the faunus. Brow furrowed, she took in Blake's slightly paler face; her twitching ears that the huntress restrained herself from grabbing and cooing at, and at darting golden eyes, avoiding. She curled her lips into a frown, lightly biting on the lower-lip in thought-
Wait- Wait- Stop the presses. Hold up a second - No, fucking way-
"You!" An accusing finger pointed at the darker member of team RWBY, who flinched at the gesture. All too familiar with what came next, she braced herself-
"I wanna rematch!"
"What?" Startled, the cat-like gaze met determined violet-hues; hesitant and hopeful. "Can you repeat that?"
"I. Want. A. Rematch." Punctuating each word with a step towards Blake, who didn't know weather to step back or stay in place. She chose the latter, wondering what her strong-headed partner was going to say. "You caught me off guard, so I wanna rematch."
"Your not angry?" She looked up at the taller girl (and internally both enjoyed her shorter height and cursed it in the same breath), asking. The huntress looked like she could completely throttle the person into the next millennia if the blonde ever found out their identity. So, why wasn't Blake?
"Don't think your off the hook yet, Blakey- I'm still mad." Lips pursed together in an adorable pout that was almost as effective as Ruby's, Yang continued, "Man, I can't believe that not only did ya kick my ass, you play video-games! I thought we agreed no secrets?"
"Yang, that's different - and besides I did tell you."
"Bullshit!" She exclaimed. "I would've remembered it if you told me something like that!"
"Yang, you told me to 'Go have fun nerd' when I left to go to play in the common room."
"No way, I would'a remembered-"
"Yang-"
"Nu-uh, nope - you kept a secret Blakey."
"Yang-"
"Breaking my poor heart like that-"
"YANG!" The yell startled the both of them - Yang stopped in mid-sentence while Blake blushed what was sure to be an unhealthy shade of crimson.
"... Can we just play?"
"Lemme think... Nope!" Violet eyes looked at the smaller form, and their owner continued, "How about... winner get's a prize."
Blake's gaze, which rested on the floor from her earlier outburst, shot up to meet the blonde's. The taller woman's skin, thankfully a darker tan than most lighter-skin Beacon students, hid the ever-growing blush effectively. She managed to get her bearings before continuing,
"Winner get's whatever they want."
"Whatever they want?"
"Yep." Popping the 'p' sound at the end, Yang held one of the most biggest-shit eating grins on her face imaginable. "Whatever they want - within reason."
"Oh, within reason huh?" A teasing tone, and Blake's eyes narrowed. Hooded and playful, the midnight-haired woman's lips curled in a slight smirk. And making Yang flustered at the sight of the normally reserved girls confidence. "So if I asked you to dye your hair pink-"
"Don't even go there." Yang growled, the deep sound sending shivers along the cat-like girl's slender spine - face nearly giving in to a blush.
A moment passed - both parties looking into each others gaze for signs of weakness. Of giving in, neither even thought of it as an option - or even as a last resort. Fact of the matter is, it wasn't even in their dictionary.
The challenge was voiced - and within the space of a few moments - answered with a resolute-
Unwavering-
Clear-
"Bring it on."
[You lean back against your chair, and notice a sign of movement out the corner of your eye. Turning quickly to catch the perpetrator, you seen on one - but the fluttering of paper. You pick up the withered parchment that looked as ancient as a 13th-century manuscript - it's began as 'Author's Note,' reading:]
Hello, and allow me to introduce myself; I go by many-many-MANY names - of such enormity that I usually forget even what name I currently go by. But the one that always struck a cord with me is the moniker - The Gentleman With A Cane; so that will do.
I am rather new to this site - I only have two stories uploaded and only one review. Please, be a helpful fellow and leave a review? I find myself rather... despondent at the responses I'm getting and am wondering if this is worth the effort. But regardless, it's most likely I'll continue uploading - with or without reviews.
This may become a mini-series with the cast of RWBY playing various video-games. Or it may become a one-shot. Or it may become a series of drabbles about s'mores and hot-cocoa. And, speaking of, to any who throw bricks at this story can you please throw some firewood instead? This fireplace that I'm currently building is in need of it. Of course, if your the type of shit-head who like's leaving steaming-piles of doggie 'presents' on someone's doorstep remember this: I live in a manor, in the deepest-darkest part of the woods, and my hounds are VERY hungry...
[Signed with a flourish, in an old penmanship that spoke of an ageless rhyme]
The Gentleman With A Cane