RWBY Fanfiction

Chapter 6

Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry this took so long to get out, making the next chapter in terms of where to go from here was a bit difficult, but I'm sure I've ironed out the next few key points of the story for you guys, so things should turn out better from here on. Also… writing stuff like chapter is new to me and… okay frankly a little EMBARASSING but still! It shall be done! So I'm taking baby steps into the genre to get more comfortable with the writing. Also, bear in mind, things get a bit RACY in this chapter, so just a heads up! But hey, you guys don't wanna hear me talk, enjoy the Chapter! Roy out!

The next morning, Dylan woke up feeling better. His headache was going down as well as his fever and his cough wasn't as bad. He was still sick for sure, but he was on the express bus on the road to recovery. He noticed his team mates had left him a note saying they would tell the teachers he was sick, so he seemed to have the day for himself. He stood up and got undressed, he walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower, the warm water helped him greatly. By the time he had toweled off, he could speak clearly with his sinuses clear. He wrapped a towel around his waist and exited to the main room. Then he froze in place…

Standing in the room, across from him, was a Grimm. It stood sure and true, and looked at him without making a sound. It was a Beowolf. Thinking quickly, he grabbed his sword from his bag hanging on the bed and unsheathed it. He charged at the Grimm and slammed into it, forcing it against the wall. He held his blade against its neck and was ready to finish the job…

When he heard it speak. A dark distorted evil voice, unfamiliar to him.

"How long can you hide from me?"

Dylan hesitated and he grabbed his head with his left arm, still keeping his sword against its neck. The image of the Grimm flashed in front of him in intense visions, to the point where he had to look down to keep from staring it in the face. His head began to hurt more than it ever had before, making last night's headache seem pleasant. The same phrase was uttered over and over in his head, the visions getting more and more intense, so much that blood began to bleed from his nose. He began to pant and gasp for breath as he stood there, hoping for this to end. Then suddenly…

It did.

He caught his breath and closed his eyes to catch his bearings. The pain in his head, the visions, the intense pain, all of it was gone in one fell swoop. He was thankful, sighing in relief. He opened his eyes and was met with a sight that was the LAST thing he had expected.

Breasts. Yeah…

His eyes widened as he heard a feminine voice say;

"Hey, I said my eyes are up here!" Dylan's head snapped up and his blue eyes locked with her lilac ones. She had long blonde hair, a slightly angered expression, and the most surprising thing of all… only a towel on! He realized very quickly the situation he was in, and jumped back away from her, dropping his sword in a panic.

"AAAHHHHH! I'm sorry!" He shouted.

"What the heck happened to you? Are you alright?" she asked.

"I… I… Umm," Dylan tried to say something, but he kept tripping on his own words, his face completely flushed red.

"Okay, practically naked hot girl in your dorm room Dylan. Keep calm… keep calm," he thought.

She went over to his bed and sat down, keeping her eyes on him suspiciously. She patted the spot next to her, gesturing for him to sit with her.

"Take it easy buddy, just sit down and breathe,"

He took a deep breath, and calmed down. He quickly walked over to her and sat down next to her.

"My name's Yang, you may remember me from last night," she said smiling.

"Yang…" Dylan said, trying to remember her.

"Sorry, I'm having trouble remembering what happened last night. I just remember a bad headache, then I fell, and I smelled perfume and Tuna for some reason…" he said.

"Fuzzy memory huh?" she asked, knocking on his head twice.

"Oww, that smarts," he said, clutching his head from the now returning headache.

"Well, good thing I'm here to help you isn't it?"

"Oh yeah! Kinda dodging the obvious question there but… WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM WITH JUST A TOWEL ON!?" he asked in a panic.

She stood up, giving him a slight glimpse of her butt , his face snapped down to the ground quickly out of politeness, turning kind of red again. She walked over to the bathroom and stepped inside, peeking out from behind the door.

"Three reasons, one I volunteered to help look after you so the teachers wouldn't suspect you of playing hooky. Second, our hot water ran out this morning after Ice Queen took a shower. And third…" She began to chuckle at him.

"I wanted to see the look on your face when I came in like this," she snickered, holding out the towel she was wearing and dropping it on the floor. His face had become so red it made a tomato look grey. Just behind that door, out of his vision… she… was… naked… His nose began to bleed again, for a whole new reason.

"Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!" she laughed as she shut the door, locking it behind her.

While she showered he had some time to calm down. Once he was calm enough, he got up and put on some boxers. He slipped back under the covers and put a cold rag back on his forehead.

"It was just a prank on you Dylan, don't take it seriously… Even though she is REALLY hot…" His mind began to wander to fantasy type things when he snapped back to reality.

"No! NO!" he slammed his head against the wall.

"Don't think about it! Don't think about it! Don't think about… Owwwwwwww," he grabbed his head again, the pain being much worse than before.

"Note to self, don't slam head against walls. That causes pain," he said.

"Yeah, I'd imagine so," Yang said. Dylan looked up again, a bit frightened at how quickly she had managed to get back into the room without him noticing. She was once again, wearing a towel, which was a huge wardrobe upgrade from how she was a few minutes ago. Her hair was still a little soaked, and her body was dripping with water. She was leaning down at him, giving him a good view of her cleavage.

"How can a towel… hold that?" he thought to himself. His face once again turning red.

"Calm down Little Boy Blue," she said looking at him. He locked his gaze with her again, trying to make eye contact for as long as possible. Which trust me, was not easy.

"So, why did you attack me when I came in here?" she asked. That was the only thing she didn't know, and typically when anything attacks her, Grimm or man alike, she pounds the living daylights out of them with Ember and Cecilia. She only held back because she knew if she hit him, it would probably kill him due to the lack of armor and the ease she would have hitting his chest, and heart.

"Sorry about that," he said, scratching his head.

"I think I was just having a sickness hallucination, I thought you were a Grimm,"

Yang could tell if someone was lying to her, but he sounded pretty sincere. After all those times Ruby claimed to never have taken a cookie from the cookie jar, she could tell when a fib was thrown about.

"I see," she said, no longer suspecting him of anything.

" Well, I'm gonna go change, then I'll come back and help you get better," she said. She patted him on the head and gave him a warm smile. Then he felt it, in her, he felt the kindness and warmth of someone. Even though It was just for a moment. Then something else snapped him back to reality. Over her shoulder, he could see the stand up mirror Lorenzo had placed in the room. He used it mainly to make sure his outfit looked 100% perfect in the morning. But from the angle he had placed it, Dylan could normally see a perfect reflection of his bed. But considering how Yang was bent over to pat him on the head, he realized in that moment, that she was actually bare butt in the mirror.

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH! KEEP THEM IN! KEEP THEM IN! KEEP THEM IN! KEEP THEM IN! KEEP YOUR EMOTIONS IN CHECK!" he told himself, he lowered his gaze so she wouldn't notice his sudden onset panic, eyes wide trying to keep himself calm. She however, was completely oblivious to what was going on, or if she knew, she certainly was good at playing it off. She stood up again, no longer giving him anything to 'see' and walked over to the door.

"See ya in a little bit," she said, closing the door. Yang quickly ran to her dorm right next door and shut the door behind her. She walked over to her scroll and opened it, messaging her team mates.

"Okay, dare's been done. You all owe me 100 Lien," she sent the message. The only one to respond after a moment was Blake, saying;

"Wow, I hope you didn't bend in that towel, it's pretty short," Yang's mind flashed back to both when she stood up from the bed, and when she had bent over to pat him on the head. She couldn't believe she had missed it, but when she had turned to look at that mirror before leaving, she saw it reflected his bed perfectly, and the entire scene before hand. All he had to do was glance over her shoulder and…

Her hair went into flames and her eyes went red. She was a combination of fury and embarrassment.

"Oh My Dust! I should've known!"

Two things were for sure that day, one, she was going to prank everyone on her team for revenge, and two, as soon as Yang had left, Dylan's nosebleed was so strong it made his head hit the wall again, this time he passed out due to blood loss and the sheer pain. But only time would be able to tell whether or not he even remembered that morning.

But if that vision of the Grimm was any indication, that was certainly not going to be the last of his visions.