AN: I do not own RWBY. I do however own the OCs that exist in this fanfic.
(Neon City, Bronze Bridge Park Aug. 8 10:19 AM)
"And we're out." I proclaim as we finally reach the end of the woods. I turn around to check on my friends only to see one of them dragging the other.
"Ow, ow, ow! Let go, let go!" Nate pleaded. Felice showing what little bit of mercy she had left, let go. "Geez, what is your problem?"
"Hmph." Was her only answer.
"Come on guys, the museum's only a few blocks away!" I yell to them having already gotten a running start.
"Hey wait up." They both yell back. And with that we all start running to the museum.
The street we went down was busy and extremely packed with Hover-Ports. Kind of like every other street in Neon City. We even had to dodge, duck, and swerve constantly because of all the hover boards going by, and no, not the handless segways, real hover boards. Nate had almost gotten run over by a Semi. It had taken us about thirteen minutes to get to the museum.
(Neon City, Neo Museum Aug. 8 10:32 AM)
"Finally, we're here!" I exclaim in total joy. Nate and Felice caught up to me, out of breath.
"Gee... *pant* enthusiastic... *wheez* much?" Nate remarked about to keel over. I simply walked in ignoring him.
"I've created... *pant* a monster." Felice said in-between breaths. Nate gave her a look that said 'Really? You think so?'.
"Really? You think so?" Speaking his thoughts. You could smell the sarcasm.
As we went in, we took a good look at the place. To say it was huge is an understatement. The lobby alone was big. Deciding that we didn't want to get a headache looking at the sheer size of this place, we headed to the receptionist's desk.
"Welcome to the Neo Museum of World History. How may I help you?" The woman greeted us with a smile that just tells you she isn't paid enough.
"We'd like three tickets please. And before you ask, no, we do not have our parents with us. But I'd be more than happy to call my father for you so you two can discuss your soon-to-be firing." Felice said in the scary and demanding business voice that she was taught since she was eight.
"Is that a threat?" Quit while you're ahead lady, this is not a fight you're going to win.
"No, it's a warning." Felice said simply.
"And what makes you say that?" The receptionist asked rudely. Oh boy.
"One word..." Felice leaned in close to the receptionist's ear and whispered, "...Fabron."
At the mention of her last name, Felice made the receptionist fear for her life. It almost made me feel sorry for her, almost. To be honest, when I found out about Felice's lineage, I didn't really care. So her family's been the owners of the top automotive business in the country for generations, big whoop. But other people? Oh, they care.
"F-f-Fabron. F-Felice F-Fabron, hehe, why d-didn't you j-just say so? T-three tickets y-yes?" The receptionist stuttered. Hey lady, I think you've got a little something on your nose.
"Please, if you will." Note to self, don't tick of a girl. Especially when they've got a mountain of cash under their belt. And when they can hire any top lawyer they want. And when they can fire you on the spot even if they don't own your business. And if their name is Felice Fabron.
"T-that'll be 29.85." Felice laid down a fifty credit coin.
"Keep the change." And with that, we headed of to the exhibit. Although me and Nate kept a good five feet away from Felice.
The exhibit was amazing. They had claymores, rapiers, quarterstaffs, lochaber axes, voulges, every kind of bow, and more. I felt like I was in heaven. Felice was more interested in the war hammers than anything else. Nate didn't have much of an opinion. I soon caught a glimpse of a katana and ran over.
"My precious." I said in my best Gollum voice while rubbing the glass.
Meanwhile Nate was looking elsewhere. In one of the halls outside the exhibit, a group of men were pushing something big towards the Advanced Technologies Exhibit. Letting curiosity get the best of him, he grabbed the collar of my shirt and dragged me along.
"Come on baldy, let's go see if we can't find Bilbo."
"Hey, where are you guys going?" Felice wondered as she chased after us.
When we reached the Advanced Technologies exhibit, we found that the entire place was cramped. You could barely get two feet without bumping into someone. We struggled to get through the crowd and eventually found ourselves at the front of it. And what could we see other than a giant thing under a draped cloth? How about the one man my aunt despised most, Tony Teckinson. The man is a technological prodigy. Completed college at fourteen. Started his business at fifteen. And became the top in technological advancements at twenty. Now he's twenty-eight and his name is in every home in the world, give or take a few countries. All homes, except ours.
Tony Teckinson had a swimmer's build. He wore a very expensive blue business suit, with grey tie, and black oxford shoes. He had short, barely tamed, black hair, with a scruffy beard.
"Gentleman!" He began his introductions with a loud demanding tone but quickly changed it to a wink and a smirk, "Ladies."
"Tch, playboys." Felice scoffed.
"We all know the phrase, 'It is the journey that matters, not the destination.' With that in mind I bring you the Trans-Dimensional Gate Generator or T.D.G.G. for short." Now this caught our interests. "Tell me, what would happen if we had the ability to go from one place to the other in the blink of an eye? Anyone?" No answers. "No? Alright, I'll tell you. More destinations." Come again, last time I checked moving from one place to another in the blink of an eye would still leave the same amount of destinations.
"Now, I know what you're thinking. 'How would moving from one place to another create more destinations?'" As if reading my thoughts, "The answer, it doesn't. The T.D.G.G doesn't move you from one place to another, it moves you from one dimension to another." Felice couldn't help but think of a witty remark.
"Disclaimer: It spreads your molecular structure across the entire galaxy where aliens can feed and harvest off of them." Unfortunately, she said it out loud.
"Oh, it looks like someone's a disbeliever. Tell me little girl, what makes you think this is impossible?" He questioned.
"Uh, the fact that it breaks the Laws of Physics, not to mention the Laws of Nature. And the name's Felice." She responded.
"Hmm, okay tell me Felice, do you believe in faeries?" Okay I'm pretty sure the entire room just facepalmed.
"No, because they don't exist." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And I would have agreed if it weren't for what Tony said next.
"Exactly, they don't exist. Or at least, that's what everyone believes. You see, I believe that the only thing that makes something impossible is the fact that it hasn't been proven yet. 1969: The first man walked on the moon. Before that, if you talked about going to the moon, people would have called you crazy. 1543: Pythagoras proved that Ethos was round. Before that, if you wanted to travel around the world, you'd fall off the edge. Everything is impossible only because it has not been proven yet. And that is what brings us all here today." Usually, I'd be on Felice's side but this guy is hard to argue with and I think Felice knows that because the moment he finished, she shut up. Whoa, Felice lost an argument, someone mark the calendar.
"Now, if everyone agrees, I suggest we start this puppy up." Sounds of agreement were heard all around.
Two assistants pulled the draped cloth to reveal a circular machine on some sort of stand. A bunch of flipping switches and button presses later, a low humming sound filled the room. Then the circular part of the machine began to roll in place. Soon, you could see a faint light emitting from the center of the machine. Or at the very least the three of us could. The rest of the people in the room had quizzical looks on their faces along with Tony Teckinson. The light began to grow and grow until a big flash erupted from the light. A bit of eye rubbing later and all we could see was a non-moving, non-humming T.D.G.G. and Tony Teckinson giving me an odd look.
"Hmph, looks like your machine failed." Felice said triumphantly.
"Simply a delay." He responded back.
With a roll of her eyes, the three of us left the museum and headed for home.
(Neon City, Aug. 8 4:40 PM)
"Here you go you three." Aunt Thelma said as she laid down a plate full of snacks
"Thanks Aunt Thelma. Man I'm hungry." I declare as my stomach growled.
"Next time, don't spend six hours at the museum without stopping for lunch." She said as she went to washing dishes.
"Abight. Thure." I responded with my mouth full, "Alright. Sure."
"Speaking of which, how'd it go?" Buzz asked. He was sitting at the right of me stuffing his mouth with some leftover steak.
"It was awesome, you should have seen the weapons collection they had there. Magnificent." I say starry-eyed. Aunt Thelma mumbled something that sounded like 'You and your weapons.'
"Yeah, until Nate dragged us to the Advanced Technologies Exhibit." Felice said, reminding Nate of his mistake.
"Hey, I got curious okay?" Nate defended.
"Curiosity killed the cat, remember?"
"Well then it's a good thing I'm not a cat."
"Wait, what happened at the Advanced Technologies Exhibit?" Aunt Thelma asked wondering what they were talking about. Remember, she's still washing dishes.
"Oh, Tony Teckinson was presenting his new invention." *CRASH* There goes those dishes.
"Sephalis, go to your room please." Thelma requested.
"But-" I tried to say.
"It wasn't a question."
Deciding not to get on my aunt's bad side I go up the stairs that lead to my room but stop as I reach the top. Why did she suddenly freak out? Why does she hate Tony Teckinson so much? If she used my full first name, it's gotta be serious. I listen in on their conversation from the top of the stairs.
"... in his room?" Aunt Thelma's voice could be heard.
"Yeah, I think so." That's Buzz.
"Good. Now... What were you thinking?!" Aunt Thelma exclaimed, probably directed to Nate.
"I didn't know Teckinson was going to be there." He defended.
"You know I don't want Seph anywhere near that man! He's the reason Damien and my sister are..." She paused, "... gone."
Wait, what?
Tony Teckinson, the living prodigy, the man behind the success of Teck Industries, the reason behind my parents' death? Being overwhelmed with shock, I didn't notice my hand slipping from the railing of the stairs and stumbled. I catch myself and head towards my room. No doubt they heard that. The proof came not even ten seconds later.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
"Seph?" my aunt, "Can I come in?"
I didn't bother giving her an answer. Opening the door, she walked in my room. I was on my bed holding my knees to my chest and crying. The atmosphere became really tense for a few minutes before she spoke up.
"You heard?" It was more of a statement than a question. I simply nodded.
She walked over to me and sat down on my bed, she sighed, "Please understand Seph, I never wanted you to find out like that."
"How?" I mumble through the flow of tears.
"What?"
"How? How did they die?" I elaborate.
"They died in a plane crash." She began, "They worked for Teck Industries' Weapons Department. They were the best of the best when it came to weapons. When you were three, they made a breakthrough, the mother of all weapons. Teckinson wanted them to bring it to him in Pyra City immediately. They boarded a private cargo plane owned by Teckinson himself. About ten minutes over the ocean, the plane nose-dived into the water. Why? Because one of Teckinson's employees had been fired not long before and wanted revenge. I suppose he thought getting rid of the greatest weapons invention created in centuries was a good idea of doing this, regardless of the lives that were lost. I'm sorry." More tense atmosphere.
Aunt Thelma didn't know what to do. She had just told her nephew how his parents died and that it was their boss's fault. She glanced over to me and found a way to lighten the mood.
"You know that used to be your mother's." She said pointing to my silver dagger necklace.
I reached my hand towards the dagger, "It did?"
"That's right. Your father gave it to her for their third anniversary. He said that it was proof that he will always be there to protect her." She responded.
Another couple of minutes of silence passed by though it felt like hours.
"Why don't we head downstairs now? After all we can't celebrate a birthday without the birthday boy." She said trying to cheer me up. It worked too.
"Alright Aunt Thelma." I chuckled. With that, Aunt Thelma headed downstairs to join the rest.
I stayed in my room for a few minutes thinking over what she had just told me. Why would an employee want revenge over a simple firing? And what was so important that my parents had to rush over to Pyra City? Aunt Thelma wasn't telling me everything.
As I went to head downstairs myself, I turned back to my room. On the desk in the back of the room stood a picture. In the picture were three figures. On the left was a man in his early to mid-thirties. He had short dark-brown hair and green eyes. He wore a white button down shirt with a black Orvis jacket. On the right was a woman in her late-twenties. She had raven black hair and red eyes. She wore a red blouse with a white scarf. In the middle was a child only a year old. He had short black hair and brown eyes. The child was being held by both parents in a loving embrace. I look down in sorrow before I continue down the stairs.
(Neon City, Aug 8. 5:20 PM)
"Mine next, mine next." Exclaimed Nate as he grabbed another present and handed it to me.
"Alright, what is it this time?" I ask as I put it up to my ear and shake it, "Doesn't sound like a video game."
On the counter top you could see stacks upon stacks of new video games, all courtesy of Nate.
"I can tell you it's not a video game. It's too big." Nate said.
"A gift that's not a video game? Great scott!" I said giving a mock surprise. Everyone in the room except for Nate gave a good laugh at that one. With a glare from Nate, I open the gift to see something I didn't expect.
"A box! Oh Nate, you know me so well." More laughs.
"Haha, open the box."
"Okay, okay." I raise my hands in mock defeat. What, Nate's fun to mess with.
I open the box to see something I really didn't expect to see. A bright red electric guitar.
"A guitar. I like the thought Nate but I'm not much of a music person." I apologize to him.
"It's not just a guitar. Here press that button." He said pointing to one of the strings.
"That's a string." I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. It kind of was. Getting annoyed with me, Nate pressed the string. What happened next caught me by surprise. Two axe blades erected from the sides of the guitar making it more of a battle axe than a guitar.
"Thought you might want another weapon to replace all those ones we're going to be taking." This definitely caught my aunt off guard. But she soon figured it out.
"You lost the bet." She said simply. I nodded.
"Okay, mine next." Felice said giving me a smaller present.
I opened it and what I saw was great. It was a picture of the three of us in middle school. Man we were short. I also saw something quite amusing. It was a younger, grumpy version of Felice wearing a red shirt with big blue letters spelling FAE.
"What happened to that shirt anyway?" I wonder. Felice instantly put on a nervous look as if she was caught stealing from my secret weapons collection.
"I, uh, I lost it."
"Right." More like burned it.
Buzz decided to interject before we could find out what really happened to the shirt my aunt made for her.
"Alright kid, I decided to leave the best for last. So close your eyes and I'll go grab it." I do as he says and I wait. A few moments later he comes back.
"Ok, hold out your hands." I hold out my hands, "Happy B-Day Krowe."
I open my eyes to see two scabbards or should I say two sayas. I couldn't believe it.
"No way! Are you serious?"
"Exactly what you've been wanting too." Buzz confirmed my suspicions.
"Twin Double-Edged Katanas. Awesome." I said marveled at the beauty of the swords. I unsheathe both swords on the kitchen counter. The first one had a natural colored blade made of folded steel, gold engraved tsuba(guard) and habaki(blade collar). The tsuka(handle) had a black same(rayskin) and white ito(braid). The saya was white with a black sageo(scabbard cord). The second katana was the same with the exception of having opposite colors and a black blade.
"So, what do you think?" Buzz asked
"What do I think? It's amazing! Thanks Buzz." I exclaim as I hug him.
I grabbed the white katana and gave it a good swing before...
"Whoa! You know the rules, not in the house." Aunt Thelma scolded me.
"Right sorry." I apologize as I sheathe both katanas and head into the yard Nate and Felice in tow.
"So, what are you going to call them?" Felice asked.
"I was thinking Hikari and Kage." I respond.
(Neon City, Aug. 8 11:46 PM)
After five hours of presents, cake, and me and Nate getting in yet another fight, Felice and Nate had to go home. And now it was time for me to go to bed. I placed my new katanas on the shelf that holds some of my favorite weapons. On the shelf were a war-hammer that also had a battle axe on the bottom half and a bladed bo-staff that became a three sectional staff when snapped right. I took one more glance at my collection pleased with the weapons. Perfect. Before I laid down to sleep however, I looked to the picture on my desk.
"Mom. Dad." I say out of sadness. If only I could have known them. I decided to push those thoughts aside for the moment and lay down to sleep. What happened next was something I couldn't explain. As I lay my head down on my pillow and closed my eyes, everything went white. Wait, what? White?
Yay, another chapter! And it's longer, a lot longer. Again, I apologize if I messed up anything here that belonged to Japanese tradition. I am going off of what I know and again, I don't speak the language so I have to resort to Google translate. If anyone knows a better translating software please don't hesitate to tell me.
Also, Pyra City is another fictional town of mine. In this world, that I like to call Ethos by the way, it is one of the top industrial cities in the world. Neon City is one of the top technological cities which is why they are so connected.