Alright, I'm cranking one final chapter out, cause I'll be gone for Florida for...I forget how long. The trip is a couple of days overall, so I'll be without my computer for a bit. Also I would like to make a very excited announcement. Jairoalamos has agreed to make a MANGA out of RWBY: The Assassin, you read that right. I'm not sure if he's doing the ENTIRE story, but even a couple of chapters is something to admire. I don't know when its coming out, but when it does, I will message you all with the details. Now let us begin. I own nothing except my ideas and OC's.
George held his hands intercrossed under his nose, his eyes in a thoughtful look. Now this would be strange for the normally 'hit first, ask questions later' kind of guy, but the situation didn't require such actions. It requires careful focus and thought, and one mistake could mean his doom. "The yellow one". George answers. Yang held up a yellow cup and underneath it, was a metal orb. George pumped his fist in victory. "You've been getting nothing but victories, you sure your Semblance isn't like Aria's"? Yang asks. "Just luck I guess, have had it my entire life". George answers. Yang quirked an eyebrow. "Had luck in some things, and not on others, personal matters is one of them". George says while taking the cups and swerving them around.
"How so"? Yang asks. "Family, friends...love life". George says, almost whispering the last part. Yang blinked in shock. "Someone like you lacking a love life"? Yang asks. "Given how you take a shot at everyone when love is involved, I usually keep that status on an all time low". George answers. Yang chose the blue cup and got nothing, getting a growl. George too the cup away and shuffled the red and yellow ones. "Anyone ever interest you"? Yang asks. "One, an old friend in the orphanage, stubborn as a bull, and could make a majority of the males cover their privates in fear. She never really gave her real name, only a code name she gave herself". George began, a smirk forming on her face. "What was it"? She asks. "The Nutcracker". George answers. Yang began to openly laugh out loud, her voice ringing across the dorm they were in. "That's a good one! I should have taken the name"! Yang says with a laugh. "Yeah...you could have inherited it". George says sullenly.
Yang's mirth died on the spot at George's words. "What...what happened"? Yang asks, her voice quivering. "She was killed, a gang from across town came forward, they wanted the orphanages payment for 'actual' security, the patron refused and quickly had a pistol pointed to her face". George says, his hands gripping the metal cups, denting them. Yang stayed quiet, now understanding how an orphan's life is. "Ol Nut jumped in front, took the shot instead...I don't know what happened after". George says, making Yang look on in confusion. "What do you mean"? Yang asks. "I don't remember, everything went red, when I finally made sense, I was in my bed, my entire body covered in blood". George answers. "And it wasn't my own". He finishes before sighing. "I had to leave the orphanage, after my rampage, I had to leave town. And that's when my own story began". George finishes, the dents on the cups deep.
He felt a pair of warm hands on his own, surprising him. He looked and saw Yang holding them. "Listen, I thought I had it bad, but you've had it much worse...I know what it feels like to lose someone close, but not on your level...I don't know how you've lived with it". Yang says, only for George to chuckle. "I almost didn't at times, things like that...they break you down, I almost didn't make it at some times, until I adopted my 'keep chipper' personality. Keeps me in check". George says with a sigh. George removed the hands, mentally frowning at the warmth lost. "Thanks for the refresher Yang, I needed it". George thanks before opening the door. "And also to answer your question...I do have my eyes on someone". George answers before walking out, a smirk on his face.
And there we go, with a little insight on George's love life, and more FireArmshipping. Anyway I'll be off, probably be conked out for the entire way since I'm writing this at...6 AM over here. R&R This is Oathkeeper0317 signing out.