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Chapter 3: A Shining Beacon pt. 2
Emerald made sure to put her green and silver sleeping bag next to Mercury's black one.
"Ya know, you really should try to meet other people… it won't do either of us good following each other like-" he stopped, staring across the room, then nodded lightly.
She followed his gaze to spot two other students, one taller boy with black hair wearing green, the other shorter, with short orange hair and pink PJs. The girl was babbling excitedly, always seemed too close, or with a hand on his shoulders. The boy was clearly tired and wanted to sleep, but the girl kept babbling about random things.
"Ren! Look at the windows! They're so biiiig!" Ginger said.
"Ren, do you think they'll teach us to hang light fixtures?"
"Ren, look at those two kids over there! They're staring at-"
The black haired boy finally interrupted her, "Nora. Stop."
Nora instantly shut up, laid down, and seemed to fall asleep instantly.
"I… see. Is that what I sound like?" Emerald asked.
"No… at least not since the airship. Just don't ask about the windows or lights, and try to make other friends, and I think we'll be fine." Mercury said, laying down and rolling over.
Emerald just sat there. She was a bit put off. He seemed a bit tense, much like his old self, but also nicer. Usually, he'd have said 'Emerald. Sleep somewhere else.' or something.
That would have been fine. At least she would have understood.
Laying down, she remembered when they first met.
Emerald ran.
She'd just stolen some old Scorpion guys wallet, and had to get away.
She ran down the street, then ducked down the alley.
She ran headfirst into him, hiding behind him as the Scorpion faunus guy ran past, laughing a little creepily.
"Where are you little girl, hahaha"
After he'd past, she stood up, and took a good look around.
This boy had odd legs. Metal.
Gray hair, black tshirt with black ripped shorts.
He had a small mouse buy its tail, dangling it over an upturned knife.
"What… What are you doing?" she asked.
"None of your business." He said shortly.
She reached a hand out, and suddenly he stood up, seemingly terrified.
"What the hell!?" he gasped out.
He instinctively dropped the mouse, and backed up.
She lowered her hand, and he continued to stare.
"What the hell was that!?" He asked her, stepping forward.
"That is why you shouldn't torture animals." She smirked.
He smirked as well, "Screw you… That was awesome, but… holy hell." He muttered.
They'd been fast friends since then. Awkward at times, but still friends.
She sorted through her memories.
A month after they met, Emerald found out about his abusive father.
Three months after that, his father was dead, under 'suspicious circumstances'.
She'd left then, to Mistral. She thought Vale was too alert those days, which made her 'job' much harder.
After a few years traveling around Vacuo, she came back.
That night, the oddly named criminal Glynda Goodwitch had robbed the store, and now here she was.
Beacon Academy. She didn't know why she wanted to be a huntress.
She was a thief. Just as much as Goodwitch was, just nicer.
She thought back to Vacuo. She really didn't remember what she did there, other than that she loved it.
A sudden headache disrupted her thoughts, and caused her to open her eyes.
Multicolored eyes stared back.
"Gah!" She shouted, jumped up.
Neo Politan, Heiress to the Politan Dust Company, stared back at her.
Her face had been inches from hers.
'What the hell were you doing over here? Some of us are trying to sleep?' The smaller girl signed furiously.
The thing was, Emerald didn't know Valean Sign Language.
"I'm Sorry… I don't understand what you're saying…" She answered, shaking her head.
"She asked why you were making loud sounds in your sleep." A familiar voice said to her right.
The tall bull Faunus boy was staring at her from his black and red sleeping bag, "Which is a question I want answered too." He added.
"Sorry… I didn't know I was making noises." She muttered, now very self-conscious.
Neo drew a finger across her neck, a clear 'Well, stop.' And shuffled back to her own emaculate bag.
'Great. So much for new friends…' She thought to herself.