Child of Grimm Ch. 21
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Derek was eyeing his clothes. 17 years and I've only just now come to need something apart from my heavy clothing. The closest thing I have to formal clothes is my armor. Derek just shrugged, and found a clean hoodie, long sleeved shirt, and jeans and threw them on. He heard the door open up behind him, and he turned to face Monica.
"Hey Derek," she said. "What are you doing?"
"Getting ready for dinner with your parents," he replied. He pulled up his hood, and turned to Monica.
"You don't have to wear anything formal, I'm wearing this."
"Yes, but it's your parents. I feel as though I should wear something a little more classy then a hoodie."
"You're fine." Easy for you to say. You're not a freak. Derek just lay down on his bed, and checked his scroll. He quickly found the location of the restaurant that they were eating at. He marked the location down in his mind, and he left to go see how LOOS was doing. He knocked on their door, and Stephen was the one to open up the door.
"It's Drake," he said. "Come on in." Derek stepped in, and studied the room. None of them had anything decorative, and the only thing near their beds were their swords. A curved sword with venom on it for Stephen. A jagged blade sat near Lou's bed. A cleaver with a jagged blade was near Orion's bed. And finally, a sword stylized to look like a feather was next to Orni's bed. The other three Children of Grimm looked at him, but then resumed their activities.
"I figured it would be rude if I didn't see how the other survivors of our curse were doing," Derek said. "Also, what name did you take Orni? Not that it would change the fact that I will call you Orni, but I'm curious."
"Olivia," Orni replied. "I decided on Olivia." Derek nodded, and took a long look at the others. The largest in way of bulk was easily Orion. His spikes made him stand out from the others, but he had found out that he also had the ability to retract them. The tallest among them was Lou, but she was also looked to be one of the thinnest. Her claws glowed in a wicked way, and Derek began to feel glad that Yang interfered when she did. Olivia was the smallest among them, but her wings gave her a longer reach then the others. Stephen was closest to the average size, but his tail made him stand out in any crowd.
"The odd bunch," Derek said. "If us five were to go out in public, there would be no mistaking as to who we were." He hung out and talked with the others. He quickly figured out that Orion wasn't big on talking, Olivia seemed willing to listen to anything but slow to ask questions, Stephen was already fairly welcoming, and Lou seemed to have a caring nature. After a while, Derek checked the time and realized he had to leave. He quickly said his goodbyes, and flew to the front of Beacon. I still don't trust the people of Vale to not open fire on me. Though, I can't really blame them.
The White Serpent
This is the name of the restaurant they pick? Seriously? Derek was looking up at the sign, and shaking his head. He checked his scroll, and saw that he had no messages from Monica. He found a bench, and sat down in it. He sent out a message to Monica for an ETA, and she let him know that she would be there soon and that her parents were already there. She arrived shortly there after, and she was just wearing her jacket and jeans.
"Are we going in?" Monica asked. Derek gestured for her to lead, and they walked in.
"Name?" The hostess asked.
"Rogue," Derek said.
"Right this way." The hostess lead Derek and Monica over to a table where her parents were sitting. Monica hugged them, and Derek just gave a welcoming nod. They both took their seats, and grabbed their drinks.
"So Derek," Monica's mother began. "How are you doing at Beacon?"
"Well," he replied simply. They waited for him to say more, but Monica knew that he wasn't going to add in anything.
"He's acing all of his classes and he's undefeated in sparing," she added in.
"Really?" Monica's father asked. "Is anyone else undefeated?"
"Not anymore," Derek replied. "Monica recently lost to me, leaving me perfect."
"Really?" Derek nodded, and ordered his food. The meal continued on, and Derek continued with his simple replies. I've made a living with these, and I don't intend to change my plans at any point in time.
"So," Monica's mother asked. "Will we meet your parents?" Monica and Derek both dead stopped in their meals.
"Mom," Monica said slowly. "That's not a good-."
"It's fine Monica," Derek interrupted. "You will not."
"Is there a reason?" Monica's father asked.
"Dad!" Monica said aggressively.
"Yes," Derek said darkly. "They're dead."
"Oh," Monica's mother said. "I'm sorry we asked."
"It's fine. It was a fair question, and it's been 14 years." They continued to eat in silence. Good work. You kept a lid on your temper. So long as they don't bring up my Child of Grimm heritage, I should be fine. Luckily for Derek, they seemed to steer clear of that topic for the rest of the meal. They finished up, and paid for their food and left.
"Well then," Monica's father said. "That was fun."
"If you don't mind me asking Mr. Rogue," Derek began. "How much longer will you be staying here? This visit does affect me as leader of DRGN."
"Oh we'll be leaving tomorrow. It was a short visit, and we must get back to work." Derek nodded, and parted ways with them. He started to walk back to Beacon with Monica.
"You know," she started. "This-."
"No," Derek stopped her.
"You don't even know what I was going to say!"
"You were going to suggest a flight. We would be shot out of the air before we made it to Beacon."
"Please," Monica said as she started to pout. Why does she insist on doing this?
"This goes beyond just wanting to take a flight, this goes into your overall safety."
"They won't shoot us down." She just doesn't listen.
"No, and that's final. Executive decision." Monica seemed disappointed by his decision, but Derek knew he made the right one. I cannot shield us from several dust explosives. They arrived at the front of Beacon, and Derek extended his arm.
"I thought you said that we couldn't?"
"On the streets of Vale, yes. However, at Beacon they know that I exist." Monica eagerly hopped into his arms, and he took off in a flight. He took care to extend the flight for as long as possible. Bringing them through Beacon's tower, around the school's perimeters, and landed in the dorms. He saw Gwen and Nathan giving him a long look.
"So you do take people on flights," Nathan said. "Think you could hook me up D."
"Depends," Derek said. "Are we dating?"
"As long as we take it slow I think I can roll with that." Derek jumped into his bed. This has been a good little while. Team LOOS is official, RWBY is doing well, I almost hear nothing from JNPR, and DRGN is getting along quite well. Things seem to be going well. All the more reason to prepare for things to go wrong.
End: Three things before my usual end message. One, I don't think that the reason that I named Ouru is really clear. Ours {not pronounced the way I'm sure you just did} is bear in French {or so I believe.} Since Ursa is bear in Latin, I strayed away from that name. Two, I've been doing a lot of character progression chapters and I apologize for that, but as Derek so kindly observed, it can't continue to go dandy. Three, if you're reading this story right now and you already haven't, please follow/favorite it since I'm so close to 20/15. Otherwise, questions, comments, and feedback is appreciated.