A/N: Hello to all, I'm Kanashiiro if you hadn't already known. Thank you for taking the time to read the first chapter of my first story. Twisted Grimm. This story will go along with the RWBY storyline for some time, but there are some major changes due to the added OC character(s). A change I've added is that there will be an arc or two that revolves around team CRDL, along with the OC character(s). I feel as though even though they are merely side characters to help push character development for the the real protagonists that they should have their own story and life to tell. Despite being some of the most hated characters in RWBY, I understand that they have their reason for taking such rash actions within the series. That is what I want to exploit during the team CRDL story arc, with the OC character character being in the midst of it.
With that said, the story of Twisted Grimm will commence.
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY. Besides a copy of the DVD.
Twisted Grimm, Chapter One: Welcome to Beacon
(Morning, inside an airship to Beacon Academy)
From inside the airship, a young man, whom stands out from the crowd of the several hunters and huntresses, sit calmly in his own individual spot. He almost seems frozen into the seat that he has taken on the floor, as if his entire essence was only to be in this very location. Not as much as a muscle has moved on him. The only sign of life he gave after for so long was simply leaning his back against the wall behind him. Much to a few of concerned faces relief, they thought something must have been seriously wrong with the hunter to suddenly just fall onto his rear and remain motionless for more than half time they all set foot on the airship.
"Is-... Is he okay?" Someone had decided to speak what the others were too nervous to say, so they held their tongue and only watched carefully for any vital signs. Whispers continued like normal, but conversations were never quite the same in this particular situation.
He, whose name has yet to be mentioned until now, is Sora Yulesc. Born and raised on the large unidentified landmass above Vale and Vacuo. About the age of eighteen, considered an adult, but still seen as a child among those much older than him. He has light blue eyes with two scars that overlap each other into awkward X shape on his left cheek, but touches no other feature. His hair appears to be unkempt and spiky, probably hasn't been touched with a comb to contain the wild mess he calls hair. In actuality, it soft to the touch and silky. His attire consists of articles of clothing that could be found in a church, with his own added flare to it to be more form fitting. His sleeveless hooded coat has two colors to it. From the midriff and up is dyed a red hue. Everything from the abdomen and under is left as cotton white, with long coattails that flows behind his legs. An efficient decision to in order to implement his fighting style effectively in combat. He wears a common pair of black pants, black and white shoes. Three notable accessories on him are his belt, headband, and gloves. Starting with the belt, it seemed to be the only thing keeping his coat from separating and exposing his chest. The center piece is completely red, a hollow sun with a cross inside linking to different sides inside the circle. The headband was simple enough, just white. Able to flow freely due to its length behind his head. Last, but not least, his gloves. Although the gloves are white for the most part, brown from each finger starts to the tip. A metal plating secured on to where his knuckles are. A dead giveaway of what his choice of weapon are.
"I dare you to poke him." At least someone placed some humor into the air, it was starting to get stuffy from the amount of awkward that fumed from everyone around. Despite the comic relief, the one dared was on the edge. Everyone's attention seemed glued onto that certain individual, wondering if the hunter in training would decline or accept.
The young hunter finally opened his eyes abruptly. He must have fallen asleep, or something. It didn't look like it. Nonetheless, he's awake now. Sora's eyes gazing upon the concerned faces from before that he was not aware from, which quickly averted themselves from his neutral stare out of embarrassment. They must have felt pretty silly, assuming that he might have just dropped dead right then and there. Over his dead body, the irony of that. He's came too far to have something as little as exhaustion put him down early. He's going to be attending Beacon Academy for crying out loud, one of the greatest hunter training schools in all of Remnant. To say that he was excited was an understatement. He was ecstatic. But it clearly did not care to show on his ever so stoic expression. The first big boy step for his career to become a hunter. It was only a matter of time for him to put on his big boy pants and just show every single living entity who's the big man around here. Except that might be going a little overboard for a freshman. He did not know a single entity attending this academy. Not unless the 'friend' he made awhile back skyrocketed through the ranks and was able to apply to Beacon early. Therefore, he could not judge how much stronger they could be compared to him. These hunters in training made it to Beacon as well, that speaks loads of what they could be capable of.
"Oh, I can't believe my baby sister is coming to Beacon with me! This is the best day ever!" From out of the crowd, a female's voice squealed happily. Canceling all tension, a few turning to look at the scene and snicker to what has unfolded in front of them. Although Sora remained uninterested, lost in his own thoughts than to pry into family matters.
For now, he'll just have to play his cards right. For one thing, Sora's been training all his life. Ever since he was old enough to stand up on his own two feet. Not to fight monsters known as the creatures of Grimm, but it helped him get to where he is now. Some of them may have been training to perfect their skills for a long time now, but that's nowhere near a lifetime. That's a one-up he's probably got over most of the students in his year. After what he's done, it was no wonder that he's got in without taking the test. What he didn't expect was to meet the Headmaster of Beacon Academy himself on that same day, Professor Ozpin.
"The two recent robberies was led by nefarious criminal, Roman Torchwick, who continues to evade authorities. If you have any information on his whereabouts, please contact the Vale Police Department. Back to you Lisa." Sora ceased his train of thought and looked up at the thin hologram projection that showed the Vale National News, but stopped listening as soon as the subject of Roman Torchwick was dropped. By the untrained eye and lack of long term companionship with Sora, his scowl would remain unseen. That man, as if the low can't get any lower. Sora wondered if Roman's mom is proud of how her son grew up to be. Famous, a role model, the most wanted man in all of Vale. Unfortunately for all the wrong reasons.
Sora subconsciously approached the mugshot of Roman Torchwick while VNN still aired it live. Getting a few quizzical looks from behind his back. Presuming that they did once catch the criminal long enough to get a good picture of him. The bandage and bruises on his face told that they had to rough him up a bit. Which is far from what he actually deserves. How he slipped out of jail is anyone's guess to this day. He just wasn't there anymore. Now he's out and about committing all the crimes in the book. Oh, how Sora wished he could swipe that stupid confident smirk off his face and beat him senseless with his own serial card that is shown in the mugshot.
"Hello, and welcome to Beacon." Sora snapped out of it when he was suddenly met with a pair of judging bright green eyes that look straight passed him. In unison, everyone turned their attention to the hologram replacement of VNN, a perfect projection of Glynda Goodwitch. Startling Sora out of his aggressive nature, he jumped back immediately. Coming close to thrusting his fist through the hologram, only to think for a split second that he was about to slug a highly respected Profressor of Beacon Academy. That was a close call. Sora politely stepped out of way to ensure that everyone can see Glynda Goodwitch and hear clearly what she has to say. As he too tuned in.
"Who's that?" The excited girl from before asked to no one in particular, more contempt than before with her supposed baby sister.
"My name is Glynda Goodwitch." On cue with the introduction. She must have anticipated this. This wouldn't be the first time students attended Beacon, as it became clear that this was most likely the work of a recycled hologram warm welcome.
"You are among the privileged who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy!" It's true. Beacon Academy gets mountains of applications from hunters-in-training graduates, and only a handful out of that pile are lucky enough to impress the headmaster enough before he can even begin to place it under consideration. An honor and a privilege. No other words can describe it. Sora couldn't help but feel some type of pride in his chest. He's made it.
"Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, ever since the Fall of Cinder, the disband of the White Fang, and unknown appearance of Twisted Grimm." Of course his positivity would be short lived, ironic that it was only a friendly reminder of what everyone already knew for years. Sora hung his head low and refused to look at anything other than the floor. What Glynda Goodwitch had just said, or rather the hologram recording of her, seemed to have set him off in the wrong way. His hands curled up into fists, the metal plating on the gloves pressed up against his knuckles in the process. He tried to calm himself down, breathing in and out as slowly as possible. It helped, but with each passing second, his memories resurfaced little by little. He thought he had gotten over it, but that's what scared him most. It was something he wished not to grow nonchalant to. It was kind of bittersweet. To know he's still human was the consultation.
From what he knows about Twisted Grimm is that they are a new subspecies of the creatures of Grimm. Now if were that simple, they would be classified as ordinary Grimm. But they are far from it. These Grimm have developed two things that humans thought they were incapable of possessing, impossible for emphasis. Twisted Grimm are Grimm that show signs of intelligence and ability to utilize aura. Meaning they pose as a serious threat to anything that likes to live. Not only do their use of aura make them that much harder to take down, but their intelligence show that they can adapt quickly and dispose of a hunter just as easily. Yet somehow still lacking a soul. The only advantage mankind has over these Twisted Grimm are that there are very little of them. Finding one would mean trying to find a needle in a haystack. They never seem to travel in groups, instead they like to keep the killing to themselves. If anything, Twisted Grimm are attracted to populated areas where they may feast upon unsuspecting humans, which isn't too different from ordinary Grimm. They have been known to wipe out small town within a week. Give them a month, an entire city. There have been incidents where a few cities have been reporting a large quantity of mysterious murders and disappearances within a week. Hunters came to investigate, already prepared on what they could be up against. Only for a month to pass without as little as a status update. By the time reinforcements show up, the population reaches zero. Minus the bodies. No one knows when this new subspecies of Grimm had appeared, or why they had been created in the first place. So far there are only five recorded Twisted Grimm species. While everyone is already up to their necks in Grimm, humanity refuses to lie down while Twisted Grimm are pushing them slowly back into extinction. The most fearful about Twisted Grimm is that they are all humanoid.
Sora has fought one before. Well, it's more like a pack of an already recorded Twisted Grimm. It was awhile back when he had decided to travel to Vale from Atlas by walking. He figured that the mountains on the way there would be a good area for training while he traveled. Two birds, one stone. Unfortunately, he ended up getting lost in a snowy forest. And he just kind of ran into them. But he wasn't alone. Not that he brought someone along with him on the way to Vale. They actually met in the middle of the ambush, but Sora left without saying much afterwards. He's never really been a man of words.
The Fall of Cinder, pun intended to always lighten the mood to such a life-changing event, it's pretty self explanatory. Cinder Fall, is dead. It's really almost been a decade ever since then. The witch that was feared by all and took the lives of many without a second thought has been put to a stop. A time of joy and peace was restored to Remnant. People cried out of happiness, no one had to suffer anymore. The lives that were lost due to that single woman were not in vain. Out of the majority of the entire population, it could be said that Sora was one at most relief that Cinder had fallen. Despite this, there was a hint of regret that plagued him whenever he thought about it. So he tried not to.
As for the disband of the White Fang, a criminal organization of Faunus extremists and anarchists that were once a peaceful protesters only looking for equality and co-existence with humans, also self explanatory. Along with the Fall of Cinder, the White Fang disbanded around the same time. They just suddenly disappeared after a few weeks from the news, it's as if they saw a great threat disappear before their very eyes and no longer saw a reason for violence. Though the White Fang no longer existed, they just disappeared off the face of Remnant. Faunus took this opportunity of peace to return to peaceful protests for their equality with humans. Fortunately, this time of peace amplified the good nature in humans. Slowly, but surely, Faunus are being accepted as equal beings that can co-exist with humans. Although there are areas where Faunus are still being treated like everything lesser, so they tend to stray from those parts and settle in where they are treated with the respect of an actual person. It truly is a time of peace, an era of love and harmony.
"So as future huntsman and huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage of needed for such a task. Now, it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect our world. We have faith in every single one of you." He couldn't say it any better himself, if not, she took the words right out of his mouth. He couldn't let it get to him. Yes, all of it was a bit too much for him to handle. But that has yet to stop him, even now.
With that said, the projection of Glynda Goodwitch faded. Revealing a bird's eye view of Vale and all its glory. The view was nice. Many structures of Vale consisting of households and services. The people that looks like ants from their perspective. That's all it meant to him. Contrasting from the many students that were simply amazed by the sight for their sore eyes.
"Oh, wow~! Look, you can see Signal from up here!" Funny, with any luck, his friend should be attending Signal right now. Oh, how he wished that two years could pass faster so they could meet again.
Enough with depression. This isn't a time to be a downer. Everything can only get better from here on out. He's ready to start a life for himself by training to be a hunter in order to rid this world of all evil.
Sora looked up, about to gaze through the glass to enjoy the rest of sight. Only to have his attention averted to a slightly more interesting scene happen right in front of him. A blonde male in a black hoodie and blue denim jeans with a few white plates of armor to cover portions of his upper body, with only a sword in its sheath strapped to his side. Sora noticed that he was tightly clutching a hand over his mouth and stomach as soon as he looked through the wall of transparency. He braced himself onto the glass before he has had enough and scurried passed Sora, causing him to bump into his shoulder. The look on his face showed that he was in grave turmoil, and if someone did not direct him to the nearest restroom, he'd lose the contents within his stomach. The blonde swordsman muffled something unintelligible before breaking off into a full sprint. Sora figured it was a sort of apology. Even so, he would let it slide. It's not like he had any ill intentions. He wasn't sure why, this would be the first time they have ever even crossed paths, but Sora saw something inside of the blonde swordsman. It's unclear to what it was. So he just decided to just leave it be.
Honestly, Sora thought it was pretty funny. And he wanted to laugh more than anything. He couldn't though. He can't explain it either. There was just something he couldn't let loose. Not now. He had planned on letting his friend know everything about him in due time. From what he learned, talking about feelings and sharing life stories is a good way to strengthen a bond. Just a little something he read in a magazine.
"Oh, Yang! Gross! You have puke on your shoe!" Sora snapped his head to attention to the visible trail of leavings the swordsman left behind. Clearly he was at his limits before he even had a chance to save himself the embarrassment. Poor devil.
"Gross-Gross-Gross-Gross-Gross-Gross-Gross!" Safe. He almost stepped in it. The sisters broke off into a similar sprint, heading the other direction. One attempting to escape, and the other commanding the other to wipe off the unknown substance off her shoe. He's never seen someone move so fast on a one-foot-hop fashion and still managed to keep up with someone on full speed.
Death threats were thrown between sisters. Anyone who valued theirs lives and a clean shoe steered clear. "Get away! Get away! Get away from me! Get away from me! Get away from me!"
Sora placed a hand over his mouth. He wanted to move to a sanitary part of ship, but both directions either lead to something comical. Vomit boy, or vomit shoe. He pulled his hood over his head and sat down quietly. Clearly not winning the waged war on his face, as he finally began to crack.
This was going to be a long ride.
(Close to noon, entering Beacon Academy)
The airship made a touchdown on its destination. A sudden shock alerted every student throughout the ship into thinking so. They have arrived at Beacon Academy. It was a mixture of emotions. Enthusiastic hunters, nervous wrecks, and annoyed sleepers. Sora risen to his feet and collected his belongings, a single duffel bag. He kept it lightweight for the sake of occupying as little room as possible. He actually feared that he might have taken too much with him. His worries were put aside when he realized that there was more than enough for him.
"We have arrived at Beacon Academy. Please exit out in an orderly fashion and do not forget to bring your stuff with you. We expect great things from every single one of you. Once again, welcome to Beacon." Sora followed the moving crowd to the exit. The duffel bag slung over his shoulder. The blonde swordsman from before was the first one out of the whole first year to a take a step out. Encouraging the rest to follow, but not where he was going. Nope, this guy made a beeline for the nearest trashcan to empty out the rest of his stomach. Which was actually a few steps out, conveniently placed as if it was waiting out there for him to use it. Never got old. It was still funny. Sora continued to walk, but watched him with a curious look. He surely was a different one.
They were not kidding when they said the view from airship would be nothing compared to the view from up front. He's heard rumors here and there on the appearance of Beacon, none stood true to what has been said. Even the more positive compliments. Sora blinked his awe away. He could stare at it all day long. Sadly, he has somewhere to be. So that'll have to wait.
Sora didn't take two steps ahead before coming into contact with a miniature size tornado. What was odd about this tiny natural disaster is that it spun like it was about to topple over and was red. Beacon has a pretty weird sense of attractions. Speaking of Beacon...
"Are we suppose to go to our dorms? Where are our dorms? Do we have dorms?" The red and black tornado had a surprisingly girly voice. It was amazing that the tornado had enough soul to even talk in the first place. It took the words right out of his mouth. As the red tornado began to decelerate, it magically transformed into red and black girl right before his very eyes. That might be her semblance. Sora raised a brow at the girl, her back facing to him. He squinted at her, as if trying to investigate her attire and features from behind. Approaching her slowly with baby steps. "...I don't know what I'm doing." The red girl groaned, coming to a complete halt.
Sora attempted to catch her before she fell to the ground, but failed to notice the cart partially loaded with white suitcases behind him. His heel tapped against a wheel, causing in him losing his footing, and a poor attempt to assist the girl in front of him. Before he could even react, it wasn't looking too good for either of them. The results, she fell onto him and they both came crashing down on the cart. The cargo on board went flying, burying both of them under everything that fell.
"What are you doing?!" Well, that voice sounds lovely. Sora was already neck deep in all the luggage. Only his brown hair and blue eyes were above surface. So he decided to sink in lower to avoid getting in trouble. Maybe they wouldn't notice him. "I see you! Don't try to hide!" It was worth a shot. Sora's eyes came up from the mountain of stuff he was under and stared blankly at the angry Celeste blue eyes that remained glued onto his. The piercing gaze having no real effect on him, but still telling him that he's done something wrong. Those eyes belonged to another girl, who wore a heavy amount of white clothing. Her appearance spoke of royalty. A jacket with an under shirt and a combat skirt. Those clothes look expensive. Nice boots. Everything about her screamed perfection to the utmost highest. The way she held her head and kept a healthy posture. Except for that off-center ponytail that went all the down to her waist and scar that crossed her left eye, making her asymmetric. Her skin so pale, her hair was impossibly white, she could be a ghost. That necklace, tiara, and earrings are probably worth more than his life combined. This could be a dangerous girl, indeed. She could probably pay him to end himself if she wanted to. Or she could do so herself with the needle thin rapier strapped to her side. Best not upset her anymore than she is now.
He tried to play dumb by averting his attention to the side, a look that said he didn't do it or had no idea what she is talking about. She wasn't having any of it.
"Sorry!" The girl in red apologized with full sincerity. Feeling just as guilty as Sora did.
"Sorry?! Do you have any idea what damage you could have caused?!" The girl in white pointing an accusing finger in each syllable for extra emphasis. Sora got to his feet, as did the girl whom he fell with. One of the white suitcases happened to hitch a ride on Sora, so he held onto it so it wouldn't fall. The whole break and buy rule might just cost him a fortune. The ill-tempered white girl saw this and immediately snatched out from him, thinking he might steal it. Now Sora became curious on what might be held inside if she was so quick to take it away from him. It could be anything. The cases are secured tightly for a reason. "Gimmie that! This is Dust! Mined and purified from the Schnee quarry!" The white girl opened the suitcase, checking each vial to ensure that no harm was done. A little dust spill can cause some serious damage.
Sora tilted his head to the side. The crabby girl took it that he didn't understand a lick of what dust was, which seemed to push her temper. In reality, he remembers seeing her before. Not in person, but elsewhere, in a much more rectangular shape. She took out a single vial of red Dust as an example and slammed the suitcase shut in her possession. Various Dust particles escaped the confinements. That's not good. Their little fall did some damage after all. Which went unnoticed by the girl from her blinding rage. "What are you, brain dead? Dust! Fire, water, lightning, energy!" Well, of course he knew what Dust is. He didn't doubt the other girl did too.
Not the type of dust someone would find under the couch in the shape of a bunny. This type of Dust can either make someone's day, or completely ruin it. Not some toy a kid can play with. Hell, it's not even distributed to adults without a license. It is source of energy in Remnant. Lights, gas, weaponry. Name it.
While the girl in white went down the list on what elemental properties dust are capable of, she showed her no signs of concern over the broken vial in her hand. Sprinkling the air in front of both hunters. "Are you even listening to me? Is any of this sinking in? What do you have to say for yourself?!" The girl in white continued her verbal assault, more or less aware that her perpetrators have kind of tuned out a bit. The partners in crime looked at each other. There was no way out of this, so they might as well help each other out. Sora eyes widen to the sight of the girl in red. Before, she was a mere tornado and only had her back to him. So he couldn't get a clear look at her before. Now that she is settled in front of him, he eyed her curiously. Silver eyes. That's something not seen every day. Her hair color was questionable whether it was natural or dyed that way and was cut short to her neck length. As noted before, her attire consisted of black and red. Her black dress held down by the corset tied tightly around her hips. A belt hung loosely around her waist with a symbol of a rose on with, along with a silver pouch and a few high caliber bullets. Black leggings and black boots. Behind her seemed to be something mechanical secured onto herself, most likely her weapon shifted into a more portable fashion. A very long and red cape cascading her back that doubles as a hood. The most red thing about her actually. She appeared to be about fourteen, or close to it. Still, she's a bit young looking to be attending Beacon Academy if her appearance matches her age. But, who is he to judge someone by looks? She could be older than him for all he knows. His friend in training school would be around her age. Sora would have to admit, she was kind of cute. Wait a second...
The girl in red widen her eyes in unison with his, her mouth opened in a perfect circular shape. She seemed like she wanted to say something, but was just as much awestruck as Sora was. He was lost for words, giving the empty air quick side glances in an attempt ease himself from her stare. She just kept staring with that same expression. Then the cloud of red Dust came between them, causing her face to twitch in an unnatural way. This won't be good. "Uhhaahh-chooo!" A simple sneeze was enough to trigger a reaction to the red Dust. Mixing with the variety of Dust kept securely inside the royal girl's suitcases. Not only an explosion was set from where they stood, shards of ice and little zaps of lightning made the experience that much more painful. Only a cloud of soot was momentarily visible, slow to reveal the three hunter-in-training covered in dark soot. Sora blinked the powder from out of his eyes, trying his best to register what exactly happened. As they all began to pat the soot off their clothing, Sora didn't hesitate to help the girl in red to dust herself clean. She jumped a little by his sudden touch, but nodded sheepishly to him in appreciation. Not really sitting well with the royalty girl, feeling as though they started to ignore her existence. If anything, she seemed to have stomped her foot hard enough to get their attention and shake the soot off her attire.
They all failed to notice that the vial that was once in her hand was set flying. Met with the foot of someone who coincidentally happened to be nearby, whom picked it up and inspected the object carefully. Immediately noticing the familiar symbol engraved into the vial. Now curious on mostly who it belonged to, although that question was answered already. Slowly stepping closer to intervene at just the right moment. Fully aware of how the quarrel will play out.
"Unbelievable! This is exactly the kind of thing I was talking about!" Screw the boiling point, this girl of royalty went full on volcanic rage. Sora rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and bowed his head down a few times in an apology. As for the younger girl pressed the tips of her index fingers together nervously, giving the most sorry look he's ever seen. "I'm really, really sorry." Even after the second apology the royal girl was far from accepting it as one. Instead, she grew more bitter and her gaze pierced the soul of those who would dare upset her. "You complete dolt! What are you even doing here? Aren't you a little young to be attending Beacon?"
Sora tensed up. He was still sincerely sorry. But that isn't going to stop him from treating her like an actual person. It was an accident. Yet here she is, treating it as if they blew up the world. The blame could have been put on him for all he cares. Just not her, he was most at fault than her. The younger girl was cut off before she can get two words out. Apparently the royalty girl didn't plan on letting her defend herself. "This isn't your ordinary combat school. It's not just sparring and practicing you know. We're here to fight monsters. So watch where you're going!" Once again, stating the obvious like she truly thought they only had half a brain.
Fortunately, the younger girl demeanor shifted into a less passive state and decided to take the offensive. Enough was enough, she wasn't about to let this royal pain in the butt have the last word. "Hey, I said I was sorry, Princess!" Oh snap, it's on now. What a perfect nickname for her too. Matches the description.
Princess turned out to be more than just talk. Proving that the hard way. Her sleight of hand being faster than her tongue quick with the comeback. Except her response was that much more over the top than it needed to be. She drew her rapier to the younger girl. Positioning herself into what looked like her signature stance instantaneously. Obviously she's had a lot more than a couple of years of practice in sword play. She could honestly gut the other girl in one swift motion. "I dare you, call me that one more time. Then we'll see how truly sorry you are." Her tone changed completely, from what fueled the fire turned into arctic so cold. She was dead serious about inflicting harm. The younger girl took a step back as the point of rapier was easily angled to go straight into her jugular. None of them saw that coming.
They didn't know the rules about combat within the academy, but they knew that fighting out of terms or without supervision was prohibited. So even if they wanted to defend themselves, they'd most likely end up getting into trouble as well. The younger girl looked frantically between the rapier's point and Princess's narrowed gaze, as if too scared to make the slightest move. Sora had no doubt that the younger girl is more than capable of holding her own against a single person. Though fighting someone else and Grimm are two different things. They might be all hunters-in-training, that could only mean that this could get more than ugly. The younger girl knew this, she didn't want to hurt her. The royalty girl didn't seem to think otherwise.
Sora stepped in. Separating the rapier and the younger girl to put her away from harm. Both girls were a bit taken back by his sudden act of protection. However, the royalty was quick to return to her dead cold demeanor when she made eye contact with him. "Move." The venom in her words was filled to the brim. Sora stood his ground stubbornly. His unfazed eyes narrowed into an iron-willed stare. A look that said it all. He did not plan on moving from his spot. The only response he gave her was a mere shake of his head, one for each left and right side. Princess became a little skeptical now, Sora was able to see it. He's done nothing wrong, besides cause her luggage to scatter on the ground. Other than that, he's already apologized and didn't give into his temper. Unlike the two girls. They stood in silence. None of them willing to give up until the other surrendered first. At last, Princess lowered her rapier reluctantly. Sora and the younger girl eased up, But he stayed planted to where he is. Just in case that little sleight of hand of her's is really that quick.
"On the contrary, it's Heiress, actually." Another mix into the fray. It was another girl, clearly taller than both girls by a few inches. Her wavy hair was jet black and went down to waist. Her eyes were the brightest color of amber. It's as if her stare would always pierce the hearts of many, by love and fear. She wore low black heeled boots and stockings that were purple from where her heel started, gradually fading into blackness as they near her hips. An imprint of a white belladonna flower on her upper thigh. Her arms were expertly tangled in black ribbons, with a black detached sleeve on her left arm only for who knows what reason. She wears a black button up vest with a sleeveless white undershirt that ends at her midriff. Her white shorts, way too short, but can pass because her stockings traverse underneath. Secured to her back was a sword-like weapon in its sheath, a black ribbon dangling from the butt of the hilt. It's not there for show, Sora could tell that much. She held the red Dust vial from before in her hand. The most signature thing about her was the bow perched on top of her head that held back none of her hair. As a matter of fact, it only stood there. Perfecting the image of her. He liked the bow.
"Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, one of the largest producers of energy propellant in the world." Sora didn't know what to be more amazed about, bow girl's all knowing information, or the fact that this is the Weiss Schnee. He's seen her a bunch of times of television. She was always with her father at the times whenever they made an announcement about the SDC. Only her father. The mother was never present for some reason. What concerned him was that she stood next her father in the same posture each and every time. Chin held up high, back and legs straight, holding her hands in front of her. Even when she was allowed to sit, she had to keep herself in that persona. It looked suffocating, to be honest. He doesn't know how she does it. She rarely spoke, she only just stood close to her father. The way they tried to present Weiss was as if they were treating her like a trophy. It was sad. He couldn't imagine what little freedom was taken away from her. Here she is, in the flesh. The younger girl seemed to be have a similar reaction to his, but not up to par with the way he saw it.
The royalty girl, now recognized as Weiss Schnee, puffed out her chest in pride now that someone finally noticed. If she something on her chest to be proud of. "Finally, some recognition!" Weiss gave a haughty glance to both Sora and the younger girl. They felt as though they should have known at first glance. A company so famous. Although they couldn't place the blame entirely on themselves if someone truly acted like they did in front of the cameras.
"The same company infamous of it's controversial labor force and questionable business partners." Bow girl was quick the pop Weiss's gloat balloon like that is what she intended to do in the first place.
This girl knew a lot more than someone should know, just how much does she know? Sora kept his attention on bow girl to ensure he wouldn't miss any bit of information from her. That same volcanic rage from before returned to Weiss in an instant. This time, it struck a nerve further beyond family. If they thought she was mad before, she was furious now. "Wha-?! How dare-! Th-The nerve of-!" So furious that she couldn't complete any of her sentences. Sora covered his mouth with his hand and tried not to look at the flabbergasted heiress. While the younger girl didn't par any better in hiding how she felt, as she quietly snickered to the side of an heiress they've never seen before. She saw it as somewhat funny, Sora saw it as somewhat cute, they would both agree on it that making her mad would be fun sometimes.
Weiss literally came face to face with bow girl, hoping to intimidate her. No effect, bow girl didn't so much as blink. Sora wasn't so quick to step in between as he did with the younger girl. Frankly, this would be her own fault. She did practically insult Weiss about the reality of her family in front of two strangers, even though she too already knew this. Bow girl almost seemed like she was asking for it. Still, if it got bad, he would intervene. Luckily, it didn't. Weiss snatched the bottle out of her grasp and stormed off with a defeated scoff. Her high heels clicking loudly with each stomp. All of them just watching her retreat. That is when Sora saw the snowflake symbol on her back, undeniable that it was indeed the SDC logo. Self-advertisement, much. He mentally slapped himself on the head. He didn't notice it before because she did not turn her back on them for a second. Still, he felt he should have noticed sooner. It's Weiss Schnee after all. That could have gone way better.
Two butlers of her's from behind the three of them went to obediently pick up the luggage that fell. Sora couldn't find it in his heart to just leave without trying to make it up to Weiss in some way. The whole luggage thing was partially his fault after all. So he went over to help the two butlers retrieve the luggage and possibly help them further. Both butlers wore similar standard outfits for their jobs, dressed to impress. Despite this, there was a clear age difference between them. One had his gray hair in a slick back style, about in his late twenties or early thirties. The other one was completely bald, wrinkles on his face, with a black handlebar mustache. He seemed to be on the edge of passing middle age. Sora already had three suit cases stacked on top of each other in his arms before they noticed him, his eyes barely peeking over the stack. "Young sir, please give those back. They aren't yours. And if we lose one, Young Lady Schnee will have our heads." The younger butler stretched his arms out to Sora, fully expecting him to comply. Sora backed away a bit and shook his head. As politely as he asked, Sora still wanted to help. "Young sir, if you do not cooperate with me. I'm afraid I'll have to take them from you by force. Please don't make me have to use such results." As much as a polite threat that is, Sora backed away again, clutching the suitcases tightly in showing no signs releasing them. At the same time, he also showed no signs of running away.
The older butler noticed the subtle little gesture without words before his partner could figure what is wrong with Sora. The small smile formed under his mustache.
"So, young lads like you still exist. That's nice to know." The elder spoke with a tone at ease. The young butler looked at the elder as if he's finally cracked from his age. "What?" The younger butler questioned the elder butler, not sure where he's going with this. Sora peered over to the side to get a better look at the older butler.
It wasn't just him, there was something he wanted to say but chose not for sake of ensuring Sora would not be dismissed so soon. And it obviously caught Sora's attention. "Oh? Isn't it obvious? This young spirit is only offering to help us. Isn't that right. Young Sir?" The elder butler gave him an all-knowing wink. Sora nodded enthusiastically. That's all he wanted to do.
(Almost noon, near Beacon Academy dormitory)
They began to stack the for heavier suitcases into Sora's arms, in order to put themselves in less distress. Sora didn't mind it one bit. He carried without as much as a struggle. "Wow, Mr. tough guy over here." The younger butler let out a long whistle to further induce the compliment to Sora. Seriously, he could easily juggle them if he wanted to. If he could juggle that is. Sora snapped to attention, no time for dilly dally. Mimicking the both butlers posture as best as he could. Failing horribly. His steps were uncomfortably robotic. "At ease, soldier. You look like someone shoved a fifty foot long pole up your ass. You're not the one who needs to look their best." The young butler spoke with a sense of humor. At first he seemed strict compared to the elder butler. He was quick to lighten up and proved to be just as easy going. He was just doing his job. Sora also eased up.
At last, the three reached their destination in front of the empty first year dorm building. The other dorms for upperclassmen were located in separate areas in Beacon Academy to give hunters-in-training more space and communicate better with those in their own year than badger those that are not. For only a handful of students picked out each year, the dorm itself was pretty massive. And here he thought he was special. "Thank you kindly, Young Sir." The elder butler bowed his head in respect to the hunter-in-training. Sora set down the suitcases on the cart the elder butler was pushing, returning the gesture. He didn't know what to do next, he was kind of hoping that they were going to tell him something. All they did was stand there in an awkward silence, looking at one another for someone to speak up. That must be his cue to leave, so he took it. With one last bow and a small wave farewell, Sora began to walk away.
"Please do forgive Young Lady Schnee for her...'difficult' behavior." Sora was still an earshot away from the two butlers, enough to hear the elder butler's rough voice call out to him. This did not stop Sora, he merely raised his hand into the air and stuck out his thumb for them to see.
The young butler checked his watch out of habit. "You are aware that all new students must attend opening ceremony, which starts in about...ten minutes." Sora's eyes widen to its limit. He completely forgot all about the ceremony. And now he's on a time limit. He didn't bother looking back. He just legged it, pushing his feet as fast as they could carry him. Leaving his duffel bag with the two butlers, to the least of his worries right now. He is bound to come back for it once every freshmen was given a dorm room anyway.
(Afternoon, near Beacon Academy auditorium)
How silly of him to think that he would be late to the ceremony. The auditorium wasn't exactly too far from the freshmen dorm building after all. Sora slowed down into a regulated walking pace.
That is when he saw it. Two male students, both around his own age, obviously freshmen. The major difference between them was that one was a human, and the other was a Faunus. A fox Faunus to be precise, complete with tail and bushy tail. There was nothing remarkably impressive about the male Faunus, just that he chose to wear plain light clothing consisting of blue jeans and a red shirt. Most likely for more mobility as Faunus did have perks humans are not capable of. As for the male human, he about Sora's height, both tall. His orange hair was combed back and his eyes were an indigo hue. He wore a set of iron armor with gold trimmings, a golden bird embedded into the chest plate. Underneath the armor, he wears a black shirt and black pants with a red sash tied around his waist. This male student in particular was caught yanking the tail of the fox Faunus without any mercy by Sora. It actually looked like he planned on pulling the tail off from where it was attached. Much to the Faunus dismay and screams, it only came to a stop when Sora had arrived to the scene.
Sora observed the two, one being a bully, and the being bullied. He didn't understand it. The look on the armored guy's face said that he only enjoyed causing such pain to another. The Faunus boy looked at Sora with a tearful plead. It was a cry for help without any words needed. He wanted someone to help him from the brute more than anything, and now there was hope. The armored guy gave another strong tug to the tail, causing the one attached to yelp and finally let the tears that he was fighting so hard to keep drop freely. Sora winced in reaction, he could almost feel that one. "What are you looking at? Are you here to play hero for this filthy animal?" The bully tried to provoke Sora, unaware that he might be biting off more than he can chew with a stranger, overly confident that he can take on the brunette.
If he planned on keeping the tail as a trophy to take home, he was pretty damn close to it. Sora dropped his duffel bag. "Why?" At long last, Sora broke his silent treatment.
He finally chose to spoke ever since he came to Beacon Academy, only because he deemed it worthy that he must step up.
The bully gave Sora a quizzical look before a smirk spread across his face. To him, it was as clear as day. He'll humor him by giving a simple explanation for his actions.
"Because it's fun!" That was it. That was the only reason he ever needed to do something, whenever he wanted. For the fun of it. That couldn't be it, there are had to be more to it than that. There usually are. The bully confirmed his explanation by tugging on the tail in his vice grip again. The Faunus boy began to quietly sob to himself, having enough of it. He could only wish that it would end soon.
Sora still did not understand his intentions. He could comprehend how inflicting pain and distress onto someone else could even begin as being labeled as fun. "Fun?"
That question lingered into Sora's mind, giving him all sorts of ideas. As he slowly began to approach the bully and the bullied. Never taking his eyes off the bully for a second.
A/N: And there you have it. The first chapter of Twisted Grimm. Sorry if I kind of got carried away, over 8,000 words. I'm not so good with introduction. I would have gone through with continuing on into the initiation in the Emerald Forest, but I figured it was just be too much for a single chapter, especially since it's only an introduction. Plus, this seems like a good place to stop at. I actually enjoyed myself writing everything. It was actually really fun. I'm hoping to get the other chapter done ASAP.
As you may have already known from reading, Cinder Fall is dead, the White Fang has disbanded, and Twisted Grimm have been appearing. While I plan on explaining all of these events in the near future in chapters, there will also be some history shown with Sora in the past before he attends Beacon. Right now, I feel as though I'm making him too much of a mystery. All will be explained soon. As for the appearances for Twisted Grimm on how they will be based upon, I'm planning having them look like CreepyPasta creatures, maybe a few folklore. If you have any suggestions, feel free ask. I have only two pairings planned ahead, and that is JaunexPyrrha and RenxNora. For now, everyone else will be single and up for grabs. I don't know, I haven't really planned that far ahead, but I'm willing to wing it. Unfortunately, I do not have a set schedule of whenever I will upload another chapter. Until next chapter, see you then.
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