Ebinissi put on her hat and tied the small bow under her chin, then attached the cape that covered her wings. She looked at herself in the mirror and twirled in the school uniform she was given. She turned around to Fuchsia with a beaming smile, seeing the larger woman trying to adjust the skirt. "Should we try to wake the guys?" she asked.
Fuchsia nodded, "Wake Tai. I'll wake up Alinite." She said.
"Okay!" Ebinissi grinned and hopped over to Tiamon's bed, which was resting along the wall with the window, in the opposite corner of Alinite's bed. She gently nudged his shoulder, "Tiamon…" she called sweetly. "Time to wake up." She sang, "We have to eat breakfast before we go to class." She said.
Tiamon furrowed his brows and turned to his other side, facing the wall and away from her.
She frowned, then poked her finger in her mouth, coating it well with saliva, "You asked for this…" she smiled deviously and poked her spit-covered finger into Tiamon's extremely vulnerable ear. "Wake up!"
"Gah-ha-ha-ha-why!?" Tiamon jolted and rubbed his ear, "That's so gross!" he groaned.
"Get used to it." Ebinissi sneered, "If you don't wake up when I first come to you, I'll just do that." She giggled.
Tiamon glared at her, "Devious little…" he grumbled and climbed out of bed. He found a uniform with his name on it and went to the bathroom to change.
Fuchsia watched this before she was able to wake Alinite. She rolled her eyes and gently tapped Alinite's shoulder, "Al, time to wake up." She said.
He took a deep breath and stretched, his arm whirring to life as he reached in front of him. He sat up and messaged his left shoulder. He looked at Fuchsia sleepily, then managed a small smile.
She smiled, "Morning." She greeted, "Glynda dropped off a uniform set for all of us. Yours is on the dresser." She pointed.
He nodded and stood up.
Ebinissi saw this and realized how tall Alinite was. He was definitely taller than Tiamon, who stood at about five-foot-ten or eleven. Almost six feet tall. If she had to guess, Alinite was probably six-two or six-three. She twiddled with her fingers, "A-Alinite?" she whimpered. He looked at her sleepily, however, she thought he was glaring at her, so she flinched. "I wanted to apologize for pushing your buttons last night." She squeaked.
He rose an eyebrow, then managed a smile and waved his hand. He picked up his folded uniform and went to the bathroom to change just as Tiamon did.
Ebinissi looked at Fuchsia, "You know him, what does that mean?" she asked.
Fuchsia smiled, "He accepted your apology." She said.
Tiamon walked back in adjusting his sleeves so that they were neatly rolled up to his elbows, "So… what class first?" he asked.
"Um…" Ebinissi hummed and checked her scroll, where she had previously copied her schedule to, "I have Professor Keis first."
Tiamon retrieved his schedule, which remained on paper and tucked away on his nightstand, "I have… Professor Port first." He said.
"So do I." Fuchsia said. Then she quickly checked Alinite's "And so does Al."
"Does he do anything for himself?" Tiamon asked, somewhat irritated.
Fuchsia shot a glare at him, "Shove off, Tai." She growled, "And yes, he does. He does his own maintenance on his own arm, he does his own homework-"
"You speak for him." Tiamon cut her off, "I never see you two separated." He suddenly felt small.
"Is that a problem, Tiamon?" a deeper, rare voice spoke behind him.
Tiamon turned around, seeing Alinite tower over him.
"Guys, let's not fight over this." Ebinissi squeaked. She realized that she was right- Alinite was about five or six inches taller than Tiamon.
Alinite glanced at her, then looked back down at Tiamon, then went to retrieve his scroll.
Fuchsia felt the tension build in the room. "Uh- let's go get some breakfast, now that we're all awake and dressed." She instructed. "Then we'll go to class." She stood up.
The four quickly found themselves in the cafeteria. Fuchsia thought quietly and pushed her eggs around her plate. Alinite ate silently and tried to imagine how classes would go, while keeping his right arm hidden. Tiamon chatted with a couple of the other students and Ebinissi wandered around the cafeteria saying 'hello' to the students she hadn't met just yet.
Tiamon chuckled and sat down, "Lots of cool people here." He said and finally began eating. "Ebi said that not everyone was here, so I have yet to talk to them, but still." He smiled. He looked at Fuchsia, "Are you okay?"
"Just thinking." Fuchsia said.
Tiamon sunk, "C'mon, girl, lighten up. You got accepted into a school responsible for producing the most successful huntsmen and huntresses." He said, "I'd be excited." He said.
Fuchsia sank even more. "Yeah. Don't get me wrong, I am."
"Well, you have a funny way of showing it." Tiamon said, his mouth full of bacon. He looked up, "Oh no…"
Alinite and Fuchsia turned around to see what Tiamon was looking at. Ebinissi had been talking to a particular team that was being avoided. Apparently Ebinissi was brave enough to venture close to them. The team leader, Cardin, began playing with her cape when she had her back turned while talking to one of his teammates. He noticed one of her wings and began tugging at the feathers. Her wings opened and shuddered as she turned them away from him. He began laughing.
"Those jerks…" Tiamon growled and went to approach them.
"Should we help?" Alinite asked after Tiamon walked off.
"Maybe." Fuchsia said, "I don't think they'd mess with Tai."
"Back off her!" Tiamon growled and pulled her away from Russell.
"Oh, so Little Man wants to try and reclaim his little pet?" Cardin asked, standing slightly taller than Tiamon.
"P-pet?" Ebinissi whined, her face already streaming with tears.
"Close-minded prick." Tiamon cursed, "How dare you call someone like her a pet?"
Cardin scoffed, "How can you see her an equal?"
Alinite growled, having heard the entire argument. He stood up and approached them after seeing Sky and Dove grab each of Tiamon's arms, Russell pulling Ebinissi away. Cardin readied a fist and prepared to punch, however, Alinite caught the fist and kept it from going anywhere.
Cardin turned around to see Alinite tower over him, he turned and tried getting his fist back, however, Alinite's crushing grip wasn't letting it go anywhere. "Call for back up, did we?" he asked, then actually noticed that the clawed hand that gripped his fist was metal. His smirk faded. He was then met with a set of leathery knuckles to his face, causing him to black out and fall backwards.
Sky and Dove gasped and let go of Tiamon, Russell doing the same and releasing Ebinissi. They each grabbed Cardin and carried him off.
Alinite turned and walked off, leaving Tiamon and Ebinissi sitting in shock with how quickly he was to intervene. He sat back down and looked at Fuchsia, who'd been staring at him the whole time. "What?"
"Al, you're gonna get in trouble." She said and kept eating.
"They were pissing me off." He said.
"You knocked him unconscious." Fuchsia argued.
"Would you rather I left him alone and let him attack Tiamon and harass Ebinissi?" he asked.
She opened her mouth to speak, but shut it after seeing his point.
"I think he'd be in more trouble than I would." He said, just then, the bell rang.
"Al, I uh- I just wanted to say thanks for what you did with that guy back there." Tiamon said.
Alinite sighed and stood to go to class.
Tiamon scoffed after her left, "Geez, just saying 'thanks'." He said, following him and Fuchsia to their first class. For the first day, he found that the classes dragged on. He could honestly say that there was nothing remarkable about any of them. Not until the fourth class- a class in which was taught by Kithandra Hellsing, as promised. The second team FATE walked into the classroom, Tiamon found that Alinite lit up, almost as much as he does when he's with Fuchsia.
The final bell rang and everyone was seated. Kithandra stood up and wandered to the front of the class, "Everyone's here, yes?" she asked, verifying the attendance, "Do any of you see anyone not here who should be?" she asked.
A student rose his hand, "My brother's not here yet."
Kithandra smirked, she was a smaller woman, somewhere between Fuchsia's height of five-foot-eight and Ebinissi's height of four-foot-eleven. "Well, he'll be doing an extra exercise when he gets here, won't he?" she asked with a sneer.
The student shrunk.
"Just so you know, kids, I'm not the teacher that screws around like Port does here. I will make you guys scared to be late to my class." She said, her hair was a fine silver color and her eyes were a pure red. Sprouting off the top of her head through her hair, were a pair of large, white fox ears, "And I will fully admit to that. I do not produce shitty students." She said firmly, feeling comfortable with her swear slipping. "Every student leaving this class for even a semester has been some of the most balanced, most diverse, most punctual kids this school has ever passed." She smiled, "My team DFCT is the prime example." She straightened up. "Who here knows how to use more than-" her ears twitched and she stared at two students that decided now was a good time to start their own conversation, "Oi!" she shouted and flipped her wrist, throwing a small throwing knife at them, missing both and sticking the knife into the wall between them, "Pay attention!" she barked, "In this class you will learn some of the most vital survival methods you may need in the event of a fight where the enemy has the upper hand." Her voice boomed and echoed in the room. The students that had been conversing on their own were frozen and trembling with how close the knife had gotten to hitting them.
Alinite sat up straight and paid close attention- he'd known Kithandra for years. Several years ago, she was yelling at him for a few of the same reasons. His parents would leave him in her care while they worked and when they couldn't watch him themselves. However, one day he just stopped seeing her, and his parents never spoke about it, so he never knew why she vanished from his life.
Kithandra sighed and brushed her hair back, "Does anyone here know how to use a weapon other than their preferred?" she asked and looked upon the several confused looks she was getting from most of the kids, "No?" she asked.
Fuchsia rose her hand.
Kithandra looked at her, "Well then Miss, what weapons can you use and what is your weapon of choice?" she asked, "Stand up and speak please."
Fuchsia stood up, "My personal preference are a pair of gauntlet-whips." She started, "But, I can also use a blade-edged kite-shield and-"
"Wait, I'm gonna stop you there." Kithandra cut her off, "Kids, in a pinch- say that… I'm sorry ma'am, your name?" she asked.
"Fuchsia Bourgun." She stated.
Kithandra scoffed, "Bourgun? Like the crop family in the south?" she asked.
Fuchsia nodded.
Kithandra chuckled, "Boy it'll be fun working with you this year." She said, "Anyway, "Say that Miss Fuchsia was in a fight and she, by some odd reason, ends up losing her weapons. What happens then?" she asked, "Fuchsia, do you keep a bladed kite-shield on you?"
"No, ma'am."
"Ah-ah, call me Kit." She said, "She does not keep a kite shield with her. So- in a fight in which she loses her weapons, she's just gonna randomly pick up a kite-shield that just happens to be lying about?" she turned to Fuchsia, "Fuchsia, where are you gonna get a kite-shield?" she asked.
Fuchsia felt as though she was in trouble, then pointed at Alinite, "He keeps one on him."
Kithandra looked at the larger student beside her and squinted, "Alinite Grey?" she asked, "My god, it's been years since I last saw you." She smiled. She then shook her head, "So- Fuchsia, you mean to tell me that you're gonna rely on Alinite? That's dependence in the battlefield. What if Alinite wasn't there to provide you with a shield? And even if he is- what is he gonna use for a weapon? Brute force isn't exactly a weapon, you know."
"He has a weapon attached to him." Fuchsia said quietly, Alinite shrinking as much as a man his size could.
Kithandra tilted her head, "Is this true, Alinite? Where is your weapon?"
Alinite looked at fuchsia for a moment, then held up his right hand.
"Come down here, boy, I can't see it." She said.
Alinite hesitated, then walked down to the front of the room and showed Kithandra his hand.
Kithandra remembered when Alinite was a young child, always cautious, staying away from anything that could be a danger, so upon seeing the metal contraption that replaced his arm, she grew concerned, "How did this- know what- never mind, I'll ask later." She said, her tone was low enough to where it was only a conversation between the two of them, "Return to your seat." She instructed. After Alinite turned away she continued, "Beside the point. Dependence in the battlefield can get one or even multiple people killed. Fuchsia, if you relied on Alinite for a weapon- first off, getting to him without your weapon would be just as dangerous as going to retrieve your weapon if it were the same distance away. Granted, Alinite could move toward you and make the shorter trip- however who know how fast your opponent would be and who knows what Alinite could be preoccupied with. You could endanger your life." She explained, pacing about the room, "And, if you were to ask him for his weapon, he himself could get killed. Or maybe even the rest of your team just trying to defend you while you go to get a different weapon. My point is: Learn to use anything and everything else other than your own weapon." Her tone intensified, "Because chances are: If you're fighting an enemy alone and you lose your weapon, you are more likely to find a sword or a staff or a bow on a random-ass battlefield than you are to a kite shield. And what's even more likely to be lying around than a sword or a staff?" she asked.
A student burst through the door panting, "Sorry I'm late." He gasped, "I got lost."
Kithandra looked at the student, then looked up at the student that had rose his hand before, "This is your brother?" she asked.
The child nodded.
Kithandra nodded and looked at the late and breathless student, "Kid. Here. Now." She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor in front of her.
The student did as she commanded.
"Push-up position." She said.
The kid dropped to the ground, "Up or down?" he asked.
"Up."
He held himself up with his arms and stayed there.
Kithandra studied his form for a minute, "Well done." Her ear twisted as she heard students murmuring amongst each other, asking if 'that was it' or 'what kind of extra exercise is that'. She smirked and placed her left foot firmly on his left shoulder. She tested his stability before standing on his shoulders completely. "As I was saying." She announced, standing comfortably.
"Wait- you're gonna leave me like this?" the student grunted, his arms shaking violently under his and her weight.
"Yeah." She looked down at him, "Shut it, late students don't get to speak in my class." She looked back up, "Anyway, as I was saying…" she paused, "What was I saying?"
"How much longer?" the student groaned.
"The class ends in forty-five minutes, you'll be done then." She snapped, she pulled out a small baton and clicked part of it, allowing for it to extend into a full-length staff. She tapped the end on the boy's head, "Now shut it." She sighed, "Anyone remember where we left off before we were rudely interrupted?" she asked.
A girl rose her hand, "Weapons on the battlefield?" she asked.
Kithandra thought for a moment, "Oh yeah- right." She nodded, "What's even more likely to be lying around the battlefield than a staff or a sword?" she asked, she watched her students, "A big-ass stick, right? You can probably beat somebody upside the head with something like that." She said. "Next class we begin. Your first assignment is to bring something completely freaking random from your rooms. It can be a dresser drawer for all I care; I will teach you how to use it."
A student rose her hand, "Ms. Hellsing? What if we break the furniture?" she asked.
Kithandra scoffed, "With skill, it's impossible. I've seen videos of food fights in which watermelons and breadsticks were used and they didn't break. Your furniture will be fine." She said.
The bell rang loudly. Kithandra's ears twitched, "Okay, class dismissed. All except for team FATE. You four come to the front please." She said and stepped off the student's back. "Kid- I lied. There was five minutes." She said.
The student got up and groaned, "You're kidding." He cried.
"Nope. Are you gonna be late to my class ever again?" she asked, watching the kid run off, "I hope you learned your lesson."
**Now- as sad as it is... the RWBY series is never to continue... I don't know what happened to him, but Monty Oum- the genius to bring us the series- is gone... I am of course continuing this story out of respect. I'm also told that Monty wanted us to be creative and make something that'll change the world- just as he did with RWBY. Rest in peace good sir...**