RWBY Shorts

Bumblebee

Within the solitary room it lay, mired in the dust of years past. A relic of old, of nearly forgotten victories and journeys. And now, it would come into the hands of the next heir. The doors to the room groaned open, revealing a man with a rugged appearance.

"I don't know why you want to see it so bad, it's nothing special," spoke Taiyang Xiao-Long. Behind him followed a young girl with beautiful golden hair flowing out behind her. At his remark, she gave him a shocked gasp.

"Nothing special? It's a motorcycle; that makes it super awesome!" She had seen one on TV, and was quickly awed by the stunts and speed of the vehicle. She became very excited when her father off-handedly mentioned that he owned one.

"All right, just, don't get your hopes up." He reached for the brown faded tarp which covered a motorcycle-shaped object against the wall. Yang shuddered in anticipation. How could she not be excited? Unceremoniously, the wrap was pulled away.

A beast of metal and oil appeared before her eyes. Thick tires on gyroscopic axels, a sturdy frame that could take a punch, and a powerful X-24 Dust Engine. It was incredible.

Yang was entranced by the bike, but Tai couldn't help staring at the peeling paint, the mangled gears, and the busted engine. A hunk of junk waiting to be tossed away. He sighed.

"Like I said, it's not—"

"It's beautiful."

Tai glanced at his daughter in confusion.

"It's broken."

"We can fix it, though, right?" She looked up at him with a gleam in her eye, and a smile on her face. In truth, the cost of replacing the engine alone might be too much for their budget. But he couldn't say no to that face. Not again.

"I guess so. It'll take some work though, are you up for it?" Yang smiled brightly.

"Yep!" she shouted, popping the "p".

"Ok then, first things first. What do you want to call it?" Her eyes widened in surprise.

"You mean…—"

"Yeah, this bike will belong to you." It only seemed right, considering how she had driven him to desire fixing it as well. He felt a fire going that he hadn't felt in a long time. "So, what will you call it?"

Yang looked the bike over critically, noticing the aerodynamic angles of the chassis, as if built for flight, the delicate layer of dust which coated the body like pollen, and how the paint had peeled away in a shape nearly resembling a stripe. Black stripes on a yellow body.

"Bumblebee."END