A/N
Hello there and welcome back to another chapter of The Hood of Remnant.
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank those that read the last chapter, I'd also like to thank those who favorited and followed (You know who you are. Stay awesome)
I think you guys will like this chapter; I've been using the last 24 hours to plan out how it's all going to go down. Also this should be a slightly longer chapter as it will contain the trigger event for the story.
Anyway. On with Chapter 12!
PS this chapter contains content that some readers may find distressing. You have been warned.
The Hood of Remnant
Chapter 12: The Semblance Trigger
Forever Fall.
Unknown Time.
White Fang field operations base.
"Sir, if I may speak freely." The White fang lieutenant said, keeping his stance to attention.
"Go on." The husky voice of his master echoed throughout the small room.
"You realize, that attacking her, won't make her change her mind about us. She'll hate us, and you specifically a lot more." The lieutenant became nervous, a small sweat drop ran down his neck, worried that he had angered his master.
The man simply turned around, his trench coat twirling to follow the motion, his black suit underneath kept in perfect order. Hair spiked and Grimm mask adding to the level of intimidation. What could be seen of his face remained expressionless.
"I don't care if she hates me or the fang, she has seen our plans before, she knows the exact reason for the isolated Grimm attacks. I won't have a traitor destroy what we have worked so hard for. Am I understood?" He said calmly, yet menacingly.
"Yes Sir"
"You are dismissed Lieutenant Glass."
And with that Glass left the room. He walked to the barracks, there he would select the perfect assassin.
"Orenji, you're up. Briefing room. Five minutes." Glass said as he passed the doorway of the barracks.
The Tiger faunus gave a small laugh as he got up from his bunk and put a pair of matched daggers into his chest mounted sheaths.
Beacon.
Mid-day.
Training Room.
Shay and Yang were in the arena practicing hand to hand combat, Blake sat at the side line, watching the flurry of punches and kicks that the two were exchanging. She hadn't seen anyone, since herself, hold their own against Yang.
"Come on Shay, you can do better than that." Yang teased
"Oh really?" Shay retorted as he threw another punch toward Yang's collar bone
Yang simply grabbed his wrist and put him in a wrist lock, waiting for him to call the spar.
"Ya really." She said with a trade mark grin.
"Did you just… Gah! Make an 'o rly' pun?" he asked as the brawler applied more pressure.
"Yes, do you submit?"
"Never!" He shouted bringing his leg around to swipe her feet. He was successful, Yang lost her footing and inevitably let go of Shay's wrist.
Using the momentum from the swipe, he pulled a three-sixty-degree spin, and round house kicked the back of her neck. Having temporarily stunned Yang, he took the opportunity, He dug his knee into her back and held down her arms.
"Yang Xiao Long. Do you submit!?" Shay said calmly
"No!" Yang replied, knowing fully that she had lost.
"I'll say it again. Do you SUBMIT?" He dug his knee into her back a little more.
"Yes, I submit, you win!" she yelled.
Upon hearing this he let her go.
Blake approached the two fighters, once again silently clapping, not once breaking her gaze from Shay.
"Well done Shay. You deserved that win." Yang said as the hooded fighter pulled her onto her feet.
"Yea well. You probably could have had me if you hadn't lost your focus trying to think of a witty pun." He said as Blake wrapped her arms around him from behind.
-Time skip-
SFIR Dorm
Shay lay in bed, in a heavy sleep. As he became more familiar with the dorm he began to drift into deep sleep more often. Though recently his dreams had become fraught with nightmares and terrors, these occasionally woke him up. Something was stirring in his head and his aura. At this time, he was currently battling a terror. And he wasn't winning.
Shays dream
"Blake get back, you can't beat him" he yelled running full pace towards Blake, every stride he took got him no closer. "What? Why am I not moving… huh?" the shadow Blake had been fighting was gaining the upper hand. It's red katana was striking harder and faster. Blake was weakening.
"BLAKE GET OUT OF THERE!" Shay shouted, but she didn't hear him. To her, Shay wasn't there.
Suddenly Blake missed a parry. This got her a slash across her chest. She spun around and fell to her knees. For the first time in this dream, Shay could see Blake's front. What he saw enraged him, yet he couldn't do anything. Tears were streaming down her face, blood pouring from the cut across her chest, her top was stained crimson, her swollen belly prominent, Shay immediately noticed. She was pregnant.
Out of the darkness flew a mask. The same mask that appeared in previous dreams. It fixed itself onto the face of the shadow. The red markings began to glow. The shadow raised its red katana and swung for Blake's back.
Shay awoke with a start. Sweat beading on his head and chest. Yet he kept quiet. He looked around the room. He hadn't woken any of his team.
He reached over to his scroll and opened it up. Looking through his contacts until he found Blake. He composed a new message.
"Hey, you still awake?"
He asked. Waiting a few seconds before a reply came through. The scroll was set to go silent after a certain time so it only vibrated. Much to Shay's relief.
"Yea, everything ok?"
Shay began typing his reply.
"Can I see you?"
He once again waited for Blake to respond.
"Sure, where?"
He sighed a breath of relief. Somehow he felt that seeing her made him feel at ease.
"Common room?"
Nobody would be down there at this time of the night. So he didn't hesitate to pick it as the meeting location.
"ok, I'll be there shortly, just need get out without waking the rest of the team."
This thought also crossed Shay's mind, but it didn't bother him, he'd done it before.
Quietly getting out of bed he put his robe and running shoes on. Ready to go, he crept over to the door, pulling the handle as quietly as possible, exiting the room and closing the door again in the space of a second. He was becoming consistent in escaping the room late at night.
Heading down the hallway, he heard a door open, quickly he blended into the shadows of the darkened stairwell at the end. Taking the opportunity to look around. It was Weiss, peering out of the door, dressed in her night-gown, she scanned the hall for a second, then returned to the RWBY dorm again. Shay was in the clear. Blake must not have been stealthy enough, and awoken her,
He walked down the steps to the ground floor, the door to the common room had been left open, presumably by Blake.
Shay entered the room, it was pitch black. He went flip The light switch but it didn't work.
"huh." He shrugged. "Bulb must be blown."
Suddenly, a chill ran down his back, he had grown to know that this chill was a sign of danger. Something he hadn't thought possible with Beacons level of security. Out of the darkness appeared a shadowed figured, Shay nearly passed out when he saw it. It was the same figure that had been tormenting him in his sleep. A drop of sweat rolled down the side of his head, and his breathing quickened.
Shay then felt a hand on his shoulder. Shocked by the sudden contact he turned around in a rushed manner. Staring back at him was Blake, worry drawn on her face. Shay looked over his shoulder to see that the shadow figure had gone, and the light was working. The hallucination had stopped.
Tears quickly filled his eyes, he pulled Blake into a hug, something she hadn't been expecting. Only Shay had seen the hallucination, and the resulting emotional breakdown worried Blake slightly
Blake stroked his head as he sobbed into her shoulder. She wasn't entirely sure how to act. She didn't know what was wrong.
After a few minutes the two parted, Blake led Shay over to the couch. Sitting down beside him she wrapped arm around his front and nestled her head into the side of his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. She could sense that there was some tension in his body, so she decided to try to get him to relax. Shay could then hear a faint rumbling sound coming from Blake. "Are you purring?" he asked.
She simply responded with "ummhmm." Shay said no more, listening to the sound as Blake cuddled into him.
After a few moments he had calmed down. "Thanks Blake." He whispered. Blake smiled, happy that he was now calm.
"So what brought all this on Shay?" she asked sitting up.
Shay looked straight into Blake's eyes. "I really don't know what it is Blake… but it scares me."
A/N Thanks for reading, this was an interesting chapter to write. Lots of strong elements covered.
if you are a little confused by the title of the chapter, then think about the emotions that Shay will have been feeling in the second half of the chapter.
I was listening to a song called One More Day by Lydia, while writing this chapter. You should check it out.
luv u all long long tiem.