So the next chapter of my sleep deprived creation is here yay not much to say here see you at the bottom. someone told me I need to tell you I don't own rwby thought that'd be pretty obvious but hey I guess not... just to be clear I don't... I don't own rwby... wish I did
reviews- timrocks99 yes that was blake but atm she is just the friend interest I'm not sure if it'll go further than that. Weiss and yang will make an appearance as well as for the others (jnpr etc.) I haven't decided yet. if I do a pairing it'll be a toss up between blake and Weiss. Yang has zero chance here sorry to any that annoys but I just don't like it
- sakuralovelight I am not familiar with this Anastasia and my research known as google only got me a dating website so you'll need to elaborate but it does sound interesting.
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oh this is the history chapter I got three I repeat three pms about
five years ago a small child not even in her teens was wondering the streets lost and confused, yet not calling for a mother or father no she was searching for a place to sleep or some food to eat already pushing any thoughts of family and a home away. This little girl had been wondering for hours with just thin pyjamas to protect against the cold. Shivering and looking for a place to rest the last few hours of walking through Vale with no shoes had left her feet bruised and blistered, even a few cuts along the soles of her feet. Stumbling her way past late night diners and fast food chains had left her starving and miserable forced to endure the delicious scents floating through the night's winds.
Unable to obtain any food even going as far to look in bins to find scraps, no matter how hard she looked it seemed she wouldn't eat tonight. with tears in her eyes she sat down behind some restaurant next to a dumpster to try and get some rest. Unfortunately just as she closed her eyes she was woken by some strange old man. Immediately every piece of advise anyone ever gave came rushing back to her all at once. Terrified she let out a scream and tried to jump to her feet only succeeding in falling over. With that not working she tried to scramble backwards till her back hit the wall, looking up terrified she prepared for the worst. "Relax I'm not here to hurt you" the old man said "you're new to this living on the streets thing aren't you" he continued.
Still to scared she just watched him carefully. The old man sighed "are you hungry?" he asked in a calm yet direct tone, the young girl just nodded her head still to scared and sad to form any words. "Here" he said handing her a bag "it's not much but begging isn't the best paying job but at least it's food" he continued encouraging her to eat. Inside was half a sandwich and an apple. Even though she was hungry she forced herself to give the bag back. "What about you" the little girl asked with a trembling voice.
The old man just laughed "I already ate some of it and id rather starve than see a little girl like you go hungry" he said seeming genuine. "thank you mister" the young girl said before digging into the sandwich so fast she didn't even taste it just trying to sate that hole in her stomach that had festered for hours as she had not eaten all day. the old man was amused at her actions but reached out to stop her "slowly you will just end up sick scarfing it down like that" he said cautiously. slowing down she finished the sandwich and started nibbling on the apple "how long have you been homeless" the old man asked. "Today what about you" she replied in a timid voice.
"jeez how long has it been gotta be close to fifteen years now" he replied in an uncertain tone. the small girl looked at him in shock and slight awe he survived so long like this "how did you do it" she asked with curiosity in her voice. "The first few years were hard but I was young and fit, I had been working in one of the factories before they shut down not being qualified for other work left me in a load of debt till I lost my house I had to resort to stealing when I couldn't earn enough but year after year you get better at it till its just second nature" he explained.
"So no one ever fixes their lives they just stay homeless" the little girl asked in a mixture of fear and sadness. "Well no not necessarily some get lucky it's just harder to do anything when you have no phone or address for job interviews" he said carefully trying not to crush this little girl. "So why are you out here anyway" he asked the young girl. "seemed better than where I was" she replied in a small voice, understanding that she did not want to talk about it the man decided not to push the subject.
"why don't you rest up here you'll need some sleep for what's to come this life is not easy kid" he said. The young girl did as he asked ad tried to get a bit more comfortable, realising the impossibility of this she just slumped down and closed her eyes. The old man covered her with his thick coat to try and provide her some warmth all the while wondering what could push such an innocent soul to this.
The morning was an unpleasant sight for both the man and child both remembering the night before, the man confused as to how to help such a young child while the girl just wanted to forget everything. First things first the girl will need proper clothes and shoes or she wont survive more than a couple more nights. While it wasn't winter yet it was still much to cold at night to be wearing what she was. They had both agreed to search the community centre to see if there was any donations roughly her size, well the man thought of this the girl just seemed to realise he probably knew what he was doing if his story was legitimate. Doubt in his story had formed almost immediately after he had told it but at the moment he was the only one willing to help.
The community centre was run by many different charities just trying to keep the doors open while not having the space to house people they did their best to source food and clothes to provide to the homeless free of charge. As they entered the building there was a large open space full of clothing racks with a desk on the side with cans of food stacked and someone watching over them to ensure no one person took too much as donations were rare only one can per person had been allowed.
Moving to the side of the building there was some racks dedicated to winter clothing. Now like food you could only take a singular outfit, the man decided it was best to git warm clothes as if it got too hot she could always take a jacket off and you never want to be cold with nothing left to put on. selecting a long sleeve shirt some long pants and a heavy winter coat. they moved on to shoes finding a pair was hard seeing with the clothes a bit too big was actually good however shoes tended to work less when they didn't fit. Finding a pair of boots only a size too big seemed to be as good as they would get. taking the clothes to the counter to pick up a can of food and check out. The lady on the desk did a very bad job of hiding her horror of a child living on the streets but handed them a bag with the clothes and food inside.
Not sticking around they moved on heading towards their little alleyway while the man was explaining to the girl if she was really going to do this what areas to avoid, the people known to harass or prey on homeless people and best spots to beg. he tried to tell her how to steal but she adamantly refused to listen stating she was homeless not a criminal. the man knew that while the innocence was admirable it wouldn't survive, or she wouldn't.
Over the next few weeks the man watch over this child ensuring she was safe as she begged, sometimes for up to eighteen hours and most of the time never made enough to actually support herself. Starving hadn't hardened her though she still refused to steal rather being hungry than a bad person. Knowing the child wouldn't change her mind she was at that age where her beliefs wouldn't shift from pure stubbornness, she would see this through. So the man spent time shoplifting or in one case stealing a wallet out of a women's bag while she was on the phone, always telling the girl these things were from begging knowing she wouldn't accept stolen goods even if she hadn't done it herself.
even with this time spent together the girl spoke very rarely and never about her past things like home, family and even her name seemed only to depress or enrage the young girl. She was however extremely interested in listening to his tales about anything from his childhood or job to all the things he had seen on the streets, seeming like a sponge soaking these stories up. He tried his best to reaffirm the dangers of being homeless and the unlikelihood it'd change anytime soon. On some occasions begging this girl if she had a home she should return, this however only made the young girl furious. Ironically the most she ever said to him was screaming she would never speak to him again before crying and asking not to talk about it he relented for now.
The weeks turned to months and finally the most deadly time for the homeless showed up. Winter killed possibly hundreds every year the nights were colder and even the days were hazardous just made living outside close to impossible and the crowded nature of the slums most homeless lived in mad the spread of illnesses unstoppable, if one person got something it wasn't long till that entire block had it.
the man had suffered through many of these getting by with some skill and a lot of dumb luck however with this small child he didn't want to rely on luck. Even though they hadn't exchanged names normally just saying "hey" to get each others attention or the nickname "red" that she seemed to be okay with. He had grown fond of the company she provided. These streets were so full yet so lonely that if the winter wasn't the biggest killer depression would be. Suicide ran rampant and unchecked with no one willing or those who wanted to being unable to help it didn't look like it would decline anytime soon. With the rest of Vale preferring to pretend the slums didn't exist the homeless living there only had each other to help, but most were to busy trying to keep themselves breathing to spend time talking someone else down from that fatal decision.
The man knew that innocent soul would make it through the winter no matter what he had to do, who he had to hurt even if it killed him.
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tbh I tried to wait until tomorrow I really did but I am not known for my willpower