Hey guys, Fireflame here. So, you all can probably guess Yue's sister if you know Chinese. Or if you have any idea what the original picture is. Or if you picked up on enough clues. Basically, you should know who she is. River Mountain, no spoilers!
Also, I'm gonna reuse a few OCs from my other story, Wilting Rose. I'm a bit too lazy to come up with any others at the moment, and I didn't give them enough action as they deserved. Not gonna be uploading any bios, though. Takes away from the content. I am however going to change up a few things about them. Basically, I'm tweaking a few of their appearances and minor adjustments to one Semblance. I'm bringing back Finnick, Daniel, and Sapphire. Sorry, Echo's not here. Anyways, enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except my OCs. Even then, Yue isn't fully mine. So, I have part ownership over basically everything here besides anything canon in RWBY. That stuff is not mine at all.
W4W: Memories can control us, they haunt us. But you have to learn to let go of the past. Let go of the memories and just live. You can't fully live if you're living in the past. Man wasn't born to live in the past but in the present.
-Luna-Incendia14, Heart by Heart
Chapter 2: Back in Society
Yue shifted uncomfortably, readjusting a chain hanging from her shoulders. Yue was currently aboard an airship headed to Beacon, which was both breath-taking and anxiety-inducing. On one hand, she couldn't get enough of the scenery from so high up, overlooking Vale. On the other hand, she was huddled in a corner, uncomfortably looking at the tens of new students cramped into one airship.
"Oh, I can't believe I'm going to Beacon with my baby sister!" Yue heard a shrill voice squeal in excitement. Yue had to duck out of the way before she was barreled over by a fiery blonde. Even then, she was clipped by the girl's shoulder.
"Idiots," Yue muttered, rubbing her sore arm, "Why can't people just sit still?" She eventually found the very back of the airship and an empty bench. Yue sighed in relief, "Finally." She sat down, pulling out a small book from the inside of her jacket and started reading.
A few minutes went by before Yue was interrupted. "Is this seat taken?" a girl's voice asked. Yue looked up from her novel and spotted the person talking to her- a black-haired in black and white clothes with a black bow on the top of her head. The girl nodded her head in the direction of the empty space next to Yue.
Yue shrugged, diving back into her story. "Sure," she responded offhandedly, "Just don't be too loud."
The edges of the girl's mouth twitched in amusement as she pulled out her own book before sitting down. "Won't be a problem," she remarked. The girl in black sat down next to Yue, flipping to her bookmarked page.
Yue glanced over her book and smiled. "Nice," she complimented, "Very classic book."
The girl in black shot back a grateful smile. "Thanks," she replied, "Not many people have the hearts for decent literature." She peeked at Yue's book cover. "I don't believe I've read that one," she stated.
Yue held up the book a bit higher for the girl to see it clearer. "Wilted Rose," (AN: Hey, a little self-promotion) she explained, "Girl with a disease. Grimm armies. Evil mastermind that definitely gets overthrown because she was monologuing for too long."
The girl nodded at Yue's explanation. "Every other fantasy/romance book then," she clarified.
"Yep," Yue agreed, flipping her attention back to her story, "Only this time, it's actually good."
The mystery girl looked at Yue from the corners of her eyes. "I might have to give it a read," she stated.
"I'll lend you my copy," Yue promise, "Just be respectful of the books."
The girl scoffed lightly. "Don't I ever."
The two of them read in silence for the rest of the trip, only occasionally pausing to look up at the city passing under them. After an hour or so, they heard the doors open with a hiss, people piling out and rushing about in excitement. Yue set her book down, putting it back in its place in the lining of her jacket. "Well, it was nice meeting you," Yue said, sitting up. She stretched out a hand in the girl's direction. "Thanks for being… respectful, to say the least, Miss…?"
The girl took Yue's hand in a light handshake, donning (AN: I swear, the pun was not initially intended) a small smile. "Blake," she answered, "And it's fine. No one really likes to sit down and take some time to read anymore."
Yue grinned at Blake's compliment. "Well," she said, starting to head to the exit, "If you want to have a read," she held up her book, "Just call out for someone named Yue Bing."
Blake gave Yue a reluctant thumbs-up. "I'll keep that in mind," she affirmed.
Yue smiled before turning back around, ready to head off to her new school. She let out a small gasp as she stared at her school. The elegant arches, the columns around the school's perimeter, and the castle-like design made it seem like a palace from a fairy-tale. Only the dozens of students milling around was able to make sure Yue was still at Beacon and not some rich landowner's home. "Hard to imagine Professor Port works here," Yue commented mentally, whistling aloud in appreciation.
"Hello!" Yue was taken out of her trace by a man's voice beside her. She turned and saw a large teen leaning against a light post. The guy looked like a regular body-building surfer, complete with his orange tank-top, his black pants, and black, leather boots with a metal heel. The brown-haired boy was smirking at Yue like she was a long-time friend. "What's your name, Blue?"
Yue ducked her head in embarrassment. "None of your business," she muttered under her breath.
"I'm sorry," the guy leaned in closer, cupping a hand around his ear, "What was that?"
"Yue," she said a bit louder, "And yours?"
The boy smirked. "Finnick Chazwick, at your service," he greeted with an extravagant bow. "And why is a fine lady like you doing by herself?" he asked cockily.
Yue scoffed as she turned around. "Piss off," she told Finnick.
Finnick cocked an eyebrow at Yue. "Feisty, huh?" he commented.
"Nope," Yue argued, not sparing him a glance, "Just know who to like and who to ignore." Right as Finnick was opening his mouth, Yue added, "And you definitely fall into the second category." Finnick shut his mouth quickly, forming it into a fake pout. "Now if you'll excuse me…" Yue ended, walking off.
Finnick smirked as Yue walked away. "She's starting to warm up to me," he insisted, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Yue sighed as she finally got away from Finnick. "People just need to learn how to shut up sometimes," she complained to herself, trying to find the auditorium. Eventually, she found a nice secluded corner away from the other students early for the event and leaned against the wall, pulling out her book again. As more students poured in, Yue grew more and more anxious as more bodies started moving closer to her corner.
After a little longer, Yue finally had to step it up a notch (at least in her terms). She took out a pair of earphones, jamming them in and setting her scroll to anything on her playlists. Yue sighed in relief as the noises of the crowd was drowned out by melodic sounds and just overall serenity, returning to her book. A few tried to start up a conversation but gave up when she blatantly ignored them.
A loud and disruptive feedback from the speakers was heard over Yue's music, making her take out her earphones and look up from her book. "I'll… keep this brief," a white-haired man said on the stage.
"Hey, it's Ozpin," she noted, staring attentively at the professor.
The rest of the speech passed with a bore as she lost interest with every other word. "Well, it wasn't what I expected," she admitted to herself, "I mean, Ozpin has his way of speaking."
A woman with platinum-blonde hair took Ozpin's place on stage. "You will gather in the ballroom tonight," she stated, "Tomorrow, your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed."
Yue scoffed slightly as she pulled out her scroll. "How about a quick detour?" she thought. As students crowded the halls to the ballroom, Yue felt like she was a salmon, swimming against the current as she maneuvered around tightly packed bodies to reach the other side. When no one spared her a glance, going the wrong direction, Yue continued, ducking around a corner. "Now, which room is his?" Yue looked at the small plates next to each doorway, reading them quickly as they passed by.
"There it is!" Yue knocked on a heavy oak door with a gold-colored plate on it.
"Come in," a deep voice said from the other side of the door. Yue walked in, smiling as she recognized the man's voice. Yue entered a small office with a large desk in the center, a few filing cabinets right behind it and two armchairs in front of it. On all the walls were dozens of hunting trophies and sketches of Grimm, all pointing out vital flaws and weaknesses in each one. That wasn't what she was interested in. Sitting at the desk was a burly man with an unforgettable white mustache and red turncoat.
Professor Port looked up from his papers, his eyes shooting open in surprise when he recognized who it was. "Yue?" he spoke, "What are you doing here? Glynda told all students to go to the ballroom."
Yue grinned as she rushed over, giving Port a quick hug over the desk who returned the gesture. "I couldn't do that without stopping by your office." She took a look around the room she was in, the corners of her mouth twitching in amusement. "Nice decorations," she complimented, "They're very… you."
"Thank you, my dear," Port replied, sitting back in his chair, "So, what's your impression on Beacon so far?"
Yue sat down in one of the padded armchairs, crossing her legs. "The school's nice," she stated, tilting her head in thought, "But I don't know about some of the students."
Professor Port chuckled as he already knew what Yue was talking about. "You mean the ones that talk too much?" he clarified.
"Exactly," Yue agreed, throwing her head back and groaning. She heard Port let out a hearty chuckle. "Don't laugh!" Yue blurted, glaring lightly at her mentor, "People talk way too much."
"My dear," the professor started, getting up from his desk, "They're just trying to break you out of your shell."
"But," Yue said, confused, "why? I mean, I don't want to break out of my 'shell'." She used her hands to put air-quotes around the word 'shell'.
Peter sighed as he put a hand on Yue's shoulder. "Yue," he started, "You can't just hole yourself up while others go out and make friends."
"Watch me," she stated defiantly.
Port just sighed again, this time amusement creeping into his voice. "Yue, go out and make some friends! Have more than just your books to turn to! From what I've heard-."
"Oh, here we go again," Yue groaned.
"You still don't have many friends, acquaintances, even. It's not going to get you far in life."
"I could," Yue drawled, "I dunno, make them later?"
Port put a hand on his face, shaking his head. He opened the door out his office, and Yue got up, understanding the underlying message. "Go out and associate with your peers," he suggested, "Try and talk to the people you have something in common with."
Yue rolled her eyes as she started ticking off her fingers. "Reading," she listed, "music, one parent, and traveling. Not much to go off."
The professor looked at Yue with a raised eyebrow. "You know what I mean," he said, shutting the door behind her. As she walked back to the ballroom, she heard Port add, "I'll know if you didn't try," making her sigh in defeat.
Yue continued on her way to the ballroom, or what she thought was it. In truth, she was just walking in the direction of all the noise. Her guess was correct as she soon turned up to the room, sleeping mats sprawled across the floor while students ran amuck. She gathered a few articles of clothing and left for the bathroom. When she came back, Yue was now out of her combat gear and into a nice blue long-sleeved shirt and black cargo pants. And yet, still, the teens hadn't calmed down in the slightest.
Yue sighed as she looked around for an empty sleeping bag. The only one that was still open was one against the far back wall, away from everyone else besides a girl with brown hair and a black tank-top with rose patterned sweatpants. Yue scoffed in disbelief, not believing her luck. As she walked over, though, a blonde dived onto the bag, looking at the other girl. "It's like a big slumber party!" Yue heard her from all the way across the room.
Yue sighed as she continued to search for an empty place. "It's never that easy, is it?" she grumbled. After a few more moments, she noticed a cramped-up bag near the side, in between two people- a girl with auburn hair and white and blue nightwear, and a decently tall boy with crow-black hair wearing a black t-shirt with red sweatpants. "Anyone using this?" she asked, walking up to the two.
Both students looked up, the girl from a book while the boy from a small sphere of… a plastic-like substance. "Nope," the boy replied, his red and blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
"All yours," the girl added, her sapphire blue eyes snapping back to the words on the page.
Yue sighed as she plopped herself down on the sleeping bag. "Thanks," she told the two of them.
The boy turned the ball in his hands over a few more times before taking a good look at Yue. "I'm Daniel," he greeted.
Yue ducked her head as she scratched the back of her neck. "Yue," she replied quickly.
Daniel smiled as he jerked his thumb in the brunette at Yue's other side. "That grump-sack over there's name is Sapphire."
"I swear if you call me that one more time," Sapphire warned, not taking her eyes off her book.
"You'll do what?" Daniel asked innocently.
"Just shut up, Daniel, was it?" Yue advised, rolling her eyes while smiling slightly.
Daniel put a hand to his heart mockingly. "I'm hurt," he said in a very rich accent (think almost Victorian), "Just the two of you ganging up on poor little me?"
Sapphire sighed, going back to her book, while Yue giggled slightly into her hand. "You're impossible," Sapphire grumbled.
Daniel scooted over, draping an arm over Sapphire's shoulders. "Aww, come on," he chortled, "Sometimes the impossible is great."
"Not one of those times," Yue piped up. When Daniel shot her a look, raising an eyebrow, Yue blushed and ducked her head behind a curtain of blue hair.
Daniel held the gaze for a few more seconds. Then, he started cracking up. "Nice one," he complimented.
Sapphire groaned, beating her head with the book's pages. "Not really," she put in.
"Come on," Daniel started, mischief quickly coming into his voice, "you gotta say, that comeback really-."
"Don't you dare start with the puns!" Sapphire growled, glaring at Daniel over the book.
Daniel looked back innocently. "What?" he asked defensively, "All I was going to say was that it 'blue' my mind away." When Daniel said "blue", his gaze lingered onto Sapphire's clothes and Yue's hair.
It took Sapphire a quick second to process Daniel's pun. It took another second for her to realize his shit-eating grin. After that, she was free to throw her small book at Daniel's head. "Ow," he winced, rubbing the top of his head, "You hit me with the corner!"
"And yet I don't regret it," Sapphire commented with a satisfied smile.
"Eh, the pun was barely good. Seven out of ten," Yue commented.
Daniel laughed, giving Yue a high five. "Nice, another pun fanatic," he stated.
"You mean a pun-atic?" Yue corrected, making Sapphire groan yet again while she picked up her book.
Daniel draped an arm around Yue's shoulder's while looking at Sapphire. "I like this girl," he stated, pointing at Yue, who blushed a deep crimson, with his other hand.
"And I hate the two of you now," Sapphire retorted, flipping through the pages, "Thanks, now you made me lose the page I was on."
"Hey, don't look at me!" Daniel defended, "You were the one that threw it."
"What's the book?" Yue asked, untangling Daniel's arm from her shoulders.
Sapphire looked up. "Hmm?" she started, "Oh, it's Wilted Rose."
Yue nodded, staring at the book intently. "Where are you right now?"
"Where the girl's sister runs away from the hospital."
"Try Chapter 13, page fourteen or so," Yue suggested.
Sapphire just shot Yue a questioning look as she flipped to the page. Scanning over it, her eyes widened slightly. "Wow," she said, "Spot on."
Yue blushed, brushing a strand of blue hair out of her face. "I may or may not be a nerd over the book and read it… multiple times."
Sapphire's expression clearly read, "Not buying it". "Only multiple?"
Yue sighed, throwing her hands up. "Ok, fine," she relented, "a couple hundred times. But only because it's a good book!"
"Not gonna argue with you there," Sapphire assured, flipping to a random page, "If you really are that big of a nerd as you say you are, then tell my what happens on… Chapter 7, paragraph four."
"Chapter 7, paragraph four," Yue repeated, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes in concentration, "It should go something like 'Anthony smirked as he countered, "What's with your obsession with your red cloak?" Anthony looked over Red's clothes of choice. She replaced her combat skirt with a cherry-red shirt with a large, black paw-print in the center with a rose emblem inside the print itself. Her regular, black pants were exchanged with a pair of black cargo shorts that reached just above her knees. They had dozens of pockets on each side of the leg. And, as always, she wore her signature red cape'." When she received a stare of disbelief from Daniel, she blushed a deeper crimson. "So, I remembered a few paragraphs- sue me."
"Not just remember them," Sapphire clarified, her eyes wide open, "She completely memorized it. Word for word."
Daniel chuckled in amazement. "What are you, Ella the Harpy?"
Yue raised a hand, soon after having Daniel high five it. "Nice reference," she commented, "Obscured, but nice!"
"What in the world is going on over here?!" the three of them heard a girl yell shrilly. All of them turned to a girl in white hair belittling the girl with reddish-brown hair, fighting with the same blonde from earlier. "Don't you realize some of us are trying to sleep?"
The girl in white and the blonde looked at each other. "Oh, not you again!" they both shouted.
"Why is it always her?" Yue complained mentally, crawling back onto her mat. "Well," she drawled, "I guess we should go to sleep."
Sapphire nodded in agreement, marking the page and setting it down. "I agree," she said, "Good night, Yue."
Daniel was already under his covers, yawning and folding his hands behind his head. "Night, Yue," he chorused. Then, with a small smirk, he added, "Night, Grump-sack."
"I swear," Sapphire warned, turning over so her back faced Daniel, "I'll find a way to discretely dispose of your body during Initiation."
Daniel winked at Yue who was watching the exchange. "I'll leave it to you to try and find my body," he joked, making Yue blush and giggle.
Yue pulled the sleeping bag around her tightly, closing her eyes. "Three friends- done," she checked off mentally.
-xXxX-Line Break-XxXx-
Yue awoke the next morning with the sun beating in her eyes. She closed them quickly, trying to block out the brightness. She fumbled for her scroll which was under her pillow, taking it out and checking the time.
6:50 AM.
Yue groaned as she pushed her scroll back under, slamming her face against the pillow. She tried to fall asleep once again, but the sun was able to bother her enough to keep her awake. Relenting, Yue sat up, stretching her arms over her head and let out a satisfied sigh as she heard a few cracks. Smacking her lips a few times, she looked around to find nearly everyone else still asleep.
"Not many people are early-birds," Yue thought, "And I don't blame them." She went to the edge of the room, rummaging through her luggage before she found her clothes and a toothbrush (obviously blue) and went to hit the showers. As she walked the halls, she couldn't help but smile at the serenity of the moment. Just the feeling of fresh morning air, in empty halls where the only sounds that are heard are your own feet hitting the floor.
She pushed open the doors to the bathroom, surveying her surroundings. Perfect- no one in sight. Yue stepped into one of the showers, stripping down and turning on the water. She closed her eyes and let the water run down her, smiling at the feeling. Yue didn't know how long had passed, but a loud knock took her out of her trance. "Yo," a girl's voice sounded from behind the glass pane, "You gonna get out? It's been like thirty minutes."
Yue blushed when she learned how long she took, shutting off the water and drying off as quickly as possible. When she stepped out, a towel around her, she met face to face with the same. Freaking. Fiery blonde. "Thank you," the blonde said, a hint of sarcasm peeking from her voice.
Yue sighed as she went to get dressed. Once she was in her regular outfit, complete with the holsters and chains, she left for the cafeteria. On her way, she passed a guy in a green tailcoat with white pants and a girl with a pink skirt and what looked like a white and gray armored top, chatting away in the boy's ear. "Poor guy," Yue thought, "I can't imagine what having someone that won't stop bothering you is like."
"Hey, Yue!" a familiarly annoying voice was overheard.
"Then again, what do I know?" Yue sighed as she turned around, walking backward. "Hey, Finnick," she said in a bored tone.
"So," Finnick started, catching up to her. He kept by Yue's side even as she turned back around, rolling her eyes while picking up the pace slightly. "You're heading to breakfast?"
"Yep," Yue answered.
Finnick sighed. "Oh, come on," he slightly whined, "I can't get more than two words out of you."
"I'm not really a talkative sort of person," Yue responded, looking at him pointedly.
Finnick threw his hands up in the air. "She speaks!" he praised. Setting his hands back to his sides, he started walking alongside her. After a couple seconds of silence, he asked, "So, what are you hoping for?"
"Hmm?" Yue hummed.
"For Initiation," he clarified.
"Ah." Yue thought for a moment. "I don't know," she finally said, "I guess a team that actually understands me."
"Don't worry," Finnick assured, putting an arm around Yue's shoulders, "I'm sure you'll find a great team."
"Hopefully," Yue answered, squirming under Finnick's arm, "I also hope they know I don't like physical contact." Finnick only blinked. "As in, at all," Yue added.
Finnick still didn't move.
Yue sighed, trying to throw Finnick off her. "Like… now?"
Finnick's eyes shot wide open. "Oh," he breathed, "Sorry." He took his arm off Yue's shoulders.
Yue sighed as she embarrassingly toyed with a lock of blue hair. "It's fine," she assured quickly, "I'm just… not that social of a person."
"What do you mean?" Finnick asked, "You seem pretty social to me." Yue blushed slightly at the praise. "I mean, look around." Finnick gestured around the cafeteria they just entered. "There's a lot of anti-social people around here, and you don't act like one." He pointed to a girl in the back. "Look, there's a girl that brings a book to a Hunter's school. Who does that?" He pointed to a blonde-haired guy who was wringing his hands together nervously. "And he… well, he doesn't really look like he belongs in a school like this, right? What I'm trying to say is-." Finnick stopped mid-sentence as he noticed that the girl with bright, unforgettable blue hair was now gone. "Never mind," he grumbled, "Forget everything I just said."
AN: And there's the next chapter! Hey guys, Fireflame here. Thanks for reading the chapter, if you made it this far. Hey, if any of you are from Quizup, no spoilers (shhh, I'm going to throw in a few surprises)! Especially you, River. 0_0 I'm looking at you especially.
No, but seriously, River Mountain, thanks for the support.
Ok, I probably should've warned you guys, but I'll do it now. Yue's going to be EXTREMELY introverted at a few times. Basically, I'm writing what I would do for a few situations, and I'm sorry if a few of them are awkward. BUT I DIGRESS.
I should stop rambling now. Anyways, signing out.
-Flames of Fire
