RWBY: Kindred Spirits.
Chapter 1: Eyes Meet For The First Time part 1.
So here it is. The first chapter of my first fanfic. I will wait for a little to publish chapter two. In the meantime, I'll observe your response, and I will begin writing chapter 3. But with that out of the way I hope you'll enjoy this chapter. Happy reading!
One could hear the sound of the bullheads engine, as it flew ever closer to its destination. Inside the aircraft sat a young man. He sat gazing out onto the world of Remnant. This moving to beacon was a decision that was made quickly. He had not been able to prepare fully, but he had what he needed.
Supposedly he would be needed. Something only he could do. Or so he was told. But the boy never had a chance to find out what.
As he started to see the spire of beacon academy in the distance, he could hear students gathering near the bigger window. A sound from the crowd made the boy look over. What he saw was a blonde haired boy vomiting near a girl. He ended up getting some on her shoe. Guess some people just can't handle heights. The white-haired boy, who sat at the back of the bullhead, used his refined sense of aura to pick apart the blonde. What he found was quite curious. He was afraid of heights. Though that was not the full reason he was vomiting. He was nervous. Not in the same way everyone was. No. He was nervous, almost scared, or something. What that secret was, was indecipherable to the white-haired boy.
The boy had a strong sense of aura. Trained to pick apart one's soul, and to be used as a tracking device. He could search a large area, for an aura he was familiar with. It was a neat little thing. He didn't even know, how he gained the power. He just kinda had it.
As the bullhead landed students got ready to leave. And they did so when the door opened. The boy took his time. He didn't want to walk in a crowd. That made him uncomfortable. So he waited. And when he decided the time was right, he lifted himself off of the seat and walked out of the bullhead.
Beacon academy was a peculiar piece of architecture. Not to say it wasn't beautiful, because it certainly was. It was just different. Special. Right after leaving the bullhead he looked to his left. Around 15 meters away stood a man dressed in dark green. In his hand was a mug, and to his right stood a blonde haired woman. That must be the headmaster, thought the boy. That is the man who supposedly needs me. Why?
The boy walked on ahead. He watched students separate from the crowd. One of them the girl whose shoes were vomited on. The boy didn't think much about it. He just watched. Trying his best to find out where to go. But alas. He couldn't figure it out. While he admitted defeat, a sudden loud noise came not too far away. An explosion had occurred. An explosion of dust. As the smoke went away he could see the source of the incident. A girl. Her hair black with a tint of red. She had somehow caused this. The boy didn't notice what had happened. A sudden emotion appeared. Like a spike through his chest. Fear. He froze in place and watched. He stared at her face. At her eyes. Silver. Silver like the broken moon in the night sky. The girl must have noticed. For she suddenly looked back. Quickly the boy looked away. Already regretting his decision of coming here.
As the fear in his yellow eyes calmed down, he gathered himself and looked around. All the students had gone off. Leaving only him behind. He looked back to the scene. Only to find that the girl wasn't there. Only the crater. Well. Better get a move on.
And so he did. He walked around the campus searching for an answer to the question of where he had to be. As he walked around a corner he only managed to rush back before getting noticed. Or so he thought. The girl. The black-haired one, with the red coat. With the silver eyes. She was right there. The vomit boy seemed to had joined her. The white-haired faunus calmed himself down. But right as peace returned, he heard a familiar voice. No that wasn't right. It was the black haired girl. And though he didn't know her, something felt awfully familiar about her.
"Hey, you there. With the white hair. Do you know where we are supposed to go?" The girl called from around the corner. Oh god, she saw him. Well, no reason to keep hiding. Besides he was quite curious about her.
"No." He said quietly as he emerged from around the corner.
"Sorry didn't hear ya. What did you say?" The young girl started to get closer.
"No. I don't." He said, a bit louder this time around. Seems she heard him.
"Hmm... well... wanna tag along? We might be able to find out together." That question almost shook the boy. He knew he wouldn't ever find out alone. So tagging along might not be that bad of an idea. It was worth a try at least.
"Okay." He answered her. To his surprise, she extended her arm towards him.
"Ruby Rose. Nice to meet you!" She was quite enthusiastic. Well, he couldn't just leave her hanging. So he took her hand and spoke.
"Vermont Scale." Their eyes locked. A little bit of fear did spring up in his body. She didn't notice, for it never reached his yellow orbs.
"Well hello, Vermont. By the way, this is Jaune." Vermont looked towards the guy next to Ruby.
"Hi. Yeah, I'm Jaune. Arc, Jaune Arc. The guy who... vomited..." Jaune wasn't contempt with the way his introduction worked out.
"Okay, now that's out of the way. We need to find the auditorium. You seen it Vermont?" Ruby stepped in and broke the awkwardness. Thank god she did that. Vermont thought back on his aimless wandering. Auditorium... He had seen a sign saying that!
"I think I know." He stated and started to move towards his location. The two other following soon after
The three walked in utter silence. Jaune seemed a little awkward. But that was nothing compared to Ruby. She definitely was uncomfortable. So she decided to start some small talk. And about something she was comfortable with. Weapons.
"Soooo I got this thing," Ruby said, as she suddenly unfurled an enormous scythe. The weapon hit the ground startling Jaune. Vermont almost didn't react. He just turned to face her.
"Whoa!" Jaune let out. "Is that a scythe?"
"Yep! It's also a customizable high impact velocity sniper rifle." She said proudly. Impressive. Such a weapon would take a lot of skill to master. But when it is mastered, this could be extremely lethal.
"Wha-what?" Jaune obviously didn't understand.
"It's also gun." Ruby chose to simplify instead of explain. A wise choice.
"That's cool." Something plagued Jaune as he said that. Jealousy?
"So what do you got?" She asked with almost childlike curiosity.
"Well, I got this sword." Jaune said plainly.
"Ooooooooh." He did seem to interest Ruby though.
"Yeah and I got this shield too" He added taking out the shield.
"So what do they do?" Ruby's curiosity took over as she reached out and touched the shield. The shield immediately became smaller. Jaune didn't expect that, and he had to juggle it, as to keep it from hitting the ground. After he regained control, he spoke again.
"The shield becomes smaller, so if I'm tired of holding it, I can just put it away." He said as he demonstrated. Vermont started to understand stand the previous jealousy. But there was a reason for the swords popularity. It was one if the most practical and reliable weapon types out there.
"Wouldn't it weigh the same?" Ruby asked seemingly a little disappointed.
"Yeah..." Jaune said defeated.
"I am a bit of a weapon dork, so I guess I did go a little overboard in designing it." Ruby said as she caressed her sweet weapon. "But what do you got Vermont?" Vermont was surprised but willing to answer.
"I wield a pair of dual kamas. Deadly, agile and precise. They don't have a gun though." While explaining he pulled them out. Then he pressed on a trigger, and the head was detached from the handle. "Instead they can be used as deadly grappling hooks. I have about four years of experience with them."
Ruby's eyes lit up.
"That is awesome Vermont. Kama weapons are pretty uncommon but super deadly. And they make you look like a complete badass. Please, can I touch them? Please, please, please?" As she asked, she took a step closer to Vermont. A step too close. She had invaded his private space. Immediate discomfort took over the boy. The fastest way out was seemingly to hand her the weapons. And so he retraced the blades, and handed it the weapons to her." She closely inspected them.
"Hmm... name?" She asked almost in a harsh way. But Vermont didn't fully understand.
"Name? What do you mean?" He asked, curious about her behaviour. She was different when the subject was weapons.
"Well, what's their name of course." She said like he was supposed to know. "C'mon, every weapon worth its salt needs a great name. You gotta know that already."
"They don't have one. I might come up with one someday." Ruby talked about the process of creating her weapon, "crimson rose" she called it. And Jaune explained how he got his as a family heirloom. Vermont didn't listen in too much. He focused on finding a path to the auditorium. In time he was successful, and the three of them walked inside.
The room was filled to the brim with students. Their loud talking, and generally their presence, annoyed Vermont. He had never been good with noise. What others seemingly didn't care about could cause immense pain to the boy. He started blinking at a faster pace while squinting his eyes a little. It wasn't something that people really noticed. One would only spot it if they knew what to look for. He was used to it. But it still annoyed him. Therefore he chose to separate from the group, he wanted to get somewhere where the noise would be more tolerable. But before he could say anything, a blonde haired girl called the young Ruby over. Vermont couldn't fully make out what she said. But Ruby caught all of it.
"Hey umm... I gotta go. See you around I guess." Ruby gave them a smile and walked, almost ran, off. Jaune reached out to her, seemingly trying to stop her. He was too slow, and his body slumped over with defeat.
"Argh... where am I going to find another cute and quirky girl to talk to... Well, at least I still got you." Jaune turned to Vermont with a hint of optimism. Vermont wasn't being rude intentionally, he just didn't pay much attention to his surroundings at the moment. He hated how she reminded him of... her. Suddenly his train of thought was interrupted by a voice over the microphone. The voice that he heard was that of the headmaster of Beacon. That of professor Ozpin. He stood on the stage of the auditorium and spoke to his new students.
"I'll... keep this brief. You have travelled here today in search of knowledge, to hone your craft and acquire new skills, and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction." The hall had gotten almost silent. Expect for the man on stage that is. But now, after this statement that some took as an insult, the students started whispering among themselves. But Ozpin continued with a strong voice.
"You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step." The tone of the whispers changed. Vermont couldn't pick up exactly how though. The blonde haired woman stepped up to the podium. Ozpin had retreated to the back of the stage by now.
"You will gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow, your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed." The woman delivered the message in a very professional tone. Almost a sharp tone.
As students started to leave the auditorium, Jaune looked towards Vermont. His eyes were awkwardly desperate. But he had good intentions.
"Sooo... wanna stick together for a while?" Jaune managed to ask.
"I guess..." Vermont wasn't really that into the idea. But saying no would come off as rude. Besides, Jaune could use his company.