Well, I'm slightly less dead now, a whole week after the V3 finale. So here's chapter 2!
RWBY belongs to Roosterteeth.
Voltron Force belongs to WEP.
Humans and faunus alike ran about the festival grounds in happiness, enjoying the biennial festival. At one noodle stand eight people sat at the counter, seven eating noodles, one eating a bowl full of fish.
"Hey Blake," The blonde woman said to the woman eating the fish. "Might wanna slow down."
The black haired woman gave the blonde a flat look and took a huge bite of fish.
The red caped woman on the end of the counter snickered and the white haired one next to her rolled her eyes with a smile.
"Heh, I don't think she's gonna stop Yang," the red woman said.
"So Blake, Yang," Weiss asked the couple. "When's He expected to get here?"
Blake took one last bite of fish and downed it with a gulp. She turned to the white haired woman with a smile, "He'll be here at about three."
"And don't worry about finding Him!" Yang said. "We told Him to meet us with His friends at Beacon at two."
"Friends?" Jaune wondered.
"We'll he was on a transfer program with an Academy on Earth when he got caught up with this group. They're really good people, but connection between Remnant and other planets is sketchy," Blake explained.
"We'll I'm sure the rest of Team DARK will enjoy having their leader back," Ren stated.
"I'll bet!" Pyrrha said. "Aurum's been telling me that Kira has been so excited that even thinking about it sends her into a frenzy."
"Like, 'destroy a room' crazy?" Nora asked, slurping her noodles. "Or 'Food Fight' crazy?"
"He never said, but I heard Rosa in the background of his call shouting something about how Kira 'can't go kitty hunting when He gets here."
Above them, three robotic Lions entered the atmosphere, unaware of the excitement below.
The three Lions landed in the spot Daniel had directed them too. The space was a large hangar-like room with catwalks weaving around the pits where the Lions came to rest, fluorescent overhead lighting. The three large mouths opened and the Force stepped out.
Daniel strutted with a chilled excitement, whereas Larmina seemed to bounce out with an unshakable energy. The orangette took a look around and her energy seemed to take a nosedive. Her eyes narrowed and her head whipped over to the Remnant native.
"Where is everyone? All the Huntsmen and warriors you talked about? Amity Colosseum and Beacon Academy!? Where is everything?" Larmina shot off each punctuated question at Daniel. The boy in question didn't respond, deciding to instead to begin unloading the medium sized backpacks from the Lions with Lance. He tossed Larmina's light-blue backpack to her without a word.
"Relax Larmina," Keith said, holding his hands up at the teen. "We're just in a hangar. Everything else is outside."
Larmina bounced on the balls of her feet, black combat boots squeaking on the metal catwalk. Like the others, she'd chosen to wear street clothes rather than her uniform. She wore a tight black t-shirt under a light blue cropped tank top, ripped jeans, black forearm guards, a black belt, and her light blue diadem. Her multiple cartilage piercings glinted in the fluorescent lights.
"Well let's go!" The young royal exclaimed. She grabbed Daniel by his violet trimmed hoodie and began to drag him off to the stairs.
"Well," A new voice said. The three pilots and two cadets turned to see a man standing on a platform nearby. The man was about six foot tall, with silver hair, brown eyes behind darkened spectacles, wearing a black suit with a green scarf and silver cross pin. In one hand he had a simplistically elaborate cane and a coffee mug in the other. "That is quite a sight."
Daniel's face lit up and he jerked away from Larmina and ran over to the man. He bowed his head respectfully. "Professor Ozpin, it's so good to see you again. These are my friends, the Voltron Force, well, most of the Force."
Ozpin regarded all six newcomers with a kind, but calculating and guarded eye. He smiled and walked down to meet the Force. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. And I must say Daniel brought you at just the right time, the opening ceremonies just ended, but the celebration in the fairgrounds is in full swing."
"It's a pleasure to meet you too Professor Ozpin," Keith said, holding out his hand. The older man shook Keith's hand and turned to Daniel.
"I do believe your cousin and friends are waiting for you. It would be best not to leave them waiting. However, I do believe one was carrying around a large toy bat covered in rainbow glitter earlier, so it would be best to tread lightly. I shall show your friends around."
Daniel nodded and waved bye to the others and grabbed his backpack and the mysterious case. He grinned and ran off.
Daniel's P.O.V.
'Finally! Home at last!' I thought as I jogged away from the Force and up the stairs towards the fairgrounds. The metal clanged under my shoes as I ascended the metal grated stairs and threw open the door. The bright Remnant sunlight temporarily blinded me and I smiled at the warm breeze that swept my hair into my eyes. My eyes adjusted and I could finally see the land around me.
The fairgrounds sprawled around me in the noon sunlight. Canopies of all kinds, colors, and patterns hung in neat blocks over their respective booths. Humans and faunus of all ages ran around, enjoying themselves without a care in the world. By Oum I love seeing stuff like this, everyone so happy and lively.
I walked around for a while until I found a public toilet; I ducked into one of the stalls and changed my clothes. I switched out my violet-black hoodie and jeans and into a short black vest with violet trim, dark purple V-neck with a black shillouette of a simplistic lion, black jeans with a few rips at the knees, a black bandana around my neck, black mid-shin combat boots with violet straps and silver buckles, a pair of fingerless black gloves that ended at my elbows and a silver belt with a metal buckle. I messed up my hair, turning it from somewhat decent, to wild and untamed.
The case that laid across the toilet seat seemed to glare at me, daring me to open it. I unclicked the latches and opened the case. Resting in black fabric sat two gauntlets of metal that were so dark violet they looked black. I picked up the gauntlets and slipped them on my forearms. They weighed at least five pounds each and covered from the backs of my hands up to where my gloves ended. I flexed my fists and grinned; I repacked my old clothes into my school regulation backpack and closed the case after grabbing several rounds of ammunition and putting them in a pouch at my waist. My hands quickly folded the case up and put it into the backpack.
"So good to wear these again," I said, rubbing the metal of the gauntlets. The stall door creaked as I opened it and walked out with the backpack on my back. I took a look in the mirror and muttered, "Something's not right."
I took a deep breath and watched my reflection in the mirror as a pair of black cat ears slowly emerged from underneath my messy hair. A sigh escaped my lips and I ran my unoccupied hand slowly over the soft fur that covered my ears, which involuntarily twitched at the touch.
With a laugh and a "Much better" I strutted out to the fairgrounds.
I walked around for several hours, sampling several foods from Atlas, Vale, Mistral, and Vacuo; some familiar, others brand new. I loved it, but as I left a stand with a nice cold mint shake that was topped with whipped cream, chocolate sprinkles and a bright red cherry, I heard someone yelling something. It was near enough that I could hear it with my human ears, but loud enough that my cat ears flattened against my skull. I turned to the source of the noise and followed it until I turned the corner to where the fairgrounds gave way to the forest around it.
Standing there was a boy with brown-orange hair and dark blue eyes in a black hood with gray armor. He loomed over a thin blonde girl with a pair of floppy dog ears who cowered in fear. The boy gave a cruel and yanked on the girl's ears. The blonde gave a cry of pain and tried to pull away. My face scrunched up in anger and stalked towards the two.
"Hey!" I yelled. Both the guy and the girl turned to look at me. The girl seemed relieved, but the guy seemed to be angry. "Leave her alone Winchester."
Eagle Winchester gave a cruel smirk and let go of the dog Faunus's ear and started toward me.
"Well well," He sneered. "If it isn't the half-Kitty."
I sneered an hissed under my breath at the nickname. Eagle grinned larger and with lightning speed, reached up and yanked on my left ear. I yowled and clawed at the large buffoon's wrist. He laughed and I sent a punch to his gut. Eagle doubled over and groaned. He let go of my ear and I pushed him over.
"How many times do I have to kick your ass Winchester?" I demanded. "How many times do I have to outsmart, outfight, and outclass you before you finally stop being such an ass?"
Eagle didn't respond and I just growled and walked away. I hated when jerky humans like the Winchester family bully Faunus just for existing. By the time I got back to the center of the fairgrounds half of my shake was gone and my ear had stopped throbbing from where Eagle had yanked it. I looked up and saw three people sitting on a bench.
The first one was a guy with gold-blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a yellow shirt, long gold scarf, blue jeans with a gold belt sash. On his head sat a gold plate headpiece, brown gloves on his wrist and at his waist was a sword in a sheath.
The second was a girl with long black fading into red hair held in a single odango bun on the side of her head with a tail coming from it that ended at her shoulder and silver eyes. She wore white rose earrings in her ears and a white fading into red cloak held on a white short sleeve dress with sliver rose pins. She had a red corset with white laces, tights, and white fashionable boots with a low heel and red sole.
The third was another girl. She had magenta eyes and long orange hair held in a low ponytail with messy bangs and a pink streak on the left side and a black streak on the right. She wore a pink Oriental high collared vest that secured diagonally, a black undershirt that was tight on her body, but had bell sleeves that ended at her elbows. She wore black fingerless gloves that ended at her mid forearm, a soft blue belt that secured a pair of white shorts and underneath were a pair of pink tights. Her shoes (only visible as she laid half on the armrest of the bench) were black and pink high tops with white laces and thick soles and folded over sides.
"For the last time Kira," The guy in gold told the Oriental. "You can't hit him with the bat!"
"But Aurum!" Kira whined. "I haven't booped him in a long while!"
"Kira, 'Booping' is your parents' thing."
"I MEANT WITH THE BAT!"
"Kira please," The girl in red and white cut in. "Last time you tried that, it ended with you covered in glitter, rather than your intended target."
I smirked and walked over, quiet as a mouse. Their backs were towards me and I kept my ears flicking constantly. I snuck up behind the girl in white and waited for the right moment. Just as she was about to make another comment, I grabbed her shoulders suddenly and yelled,
"HEY ROSIE!"
Rosie screamed and fell off the bench with a thud. Kira laughed and soon followed after the black/red haired girl. I hopped over the side of the bench and sat on the back.
"Danny!" Aurum cheered, holding out his fist. I met his fist with another and we fist bumped hard enough to make my knuckles tingle. "About time you got here dude!"
"I missed you too bro," I replied, turning to the two girls on the ground. I made a fake scoff and pulled out an obviously fake snobby accent. "What's this? Rosalina Schnee on the dirty ground? How...unrefined."
Rosie sent a playful glare back, responding with her most high class tone she could muster. "Ugh, a Faunus. What are you doing here? Looking through the trash for a meal?"
We glared at each other for a minute before simultaneously bursting out laughing. Rosie jumped up and hugged me.
"I missed you cousin," She said. I smiled and hugged her back.
"Missed you too." Not a moment after I said that, a large glittery toy bat wacked me on the head. I turned to see a gleefully smiling Kira. She cackled gleefully before hugging me in a choke hold.
"We missed you so much Danny! Did you miss us? Who'd you meet while you were gone? Did you bring back souvenirs? Are there Grimm on other planets?" Kira began babbling so fast I could barely manage to understand her. I laughed a little and shrugged her off while rubbing where she hit me on the head.
"Missed you too Kira."
Behind us the clock struck one, with the single chime filling the air.
"Oh right," I said. "We have to meet everyone back at the Beacon gardens at two." Aurum, Rosie and I stood up, while Kira jumped onto my back. I grunted for a second before readjusting my shoulders and slipping my elbows under her knees. We walked toward the campus, catching up on what either side was missing out on. They told me about news around Beacon (Aurum still hadn't beat his mom's combat record, Kira learned how to imitate dog whistle while fighting in order to drive her opponent nuts, and Rosie had made some progress on her Glyphs) while I told them all about the worlds outside of Remnant.
Just as the clock was about to strike four, we walked into the gardens. In one of the pavilions, our family had set up a decent size picnic. Kira's eyes widened and she jumped onto my shoulders.
"OOHH DAD MADE PANCAKES!" She used my shoulders as a springboard and took off running. The three of us left started to laugh.
"She better not eat all the syrup again," Aurum said. Rosie nodded.
"As if," I replied. "She has to fight Aunt Nora for it."
"True," Rosie said. We heard a cheer and a ten year old shot over to us. Rosie sidestepped and hooked his neck with her elbow. The kid choked and was sent sprawling.
"Hey Wyn," I said, helping the boy up.
"Not much Dan," Wyn said. "I just started training at Signal like Mom."
"Started making your weapon yet?"
"I've got a few ideas, but not much." I ruffled my younger cousin's fluffy white hair and entered the pavilion. Immeadiately I was crushed into a hug by Aunt Ruby and Aunt Weiss. After quick greetings I moved on, saying hello to Aunt Pyrrha and Uncle Jaune, along with helping Uncle Ren get Aunt Nora and Kira away from a ten foot tall stack of pancakes. Finally, at the edge of the pavilion, I found my parents.
"Danny!" Ma yelled, pulling me into a bone crushing hug (her metal prosthetic didn't help). Her blonde hair nearly suffocated me before Mom pulled me away before petting my ears and giving me a soft hug.
"We missed you, little kitten," Mom said, a small smile. I blushed at the nickname but smiled. My ears twitched to hear over the loud speaker that the first match, Team GNJR of Vacuo vs. Team ONNX of Atlas, was about to begin. Followed by Team DARK of Beacon vs. Team SOUL of Haven.
"Blake c'mon," Ma said, pulling Mom with her like an excited child.
"Yang slow down," Mom said. I looked around at my family and smiled. It was times like this that made me love being a Huntsman.
Hoped you liked chapter 2. BTW, is anyone else going to watch Voltron: Legendary Defender?
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