Eyes of Death, a rwby fanfic

I am forcefully awakened by constant, unending rush of air pushing into my body. My form lays flat against the force coming from below, hitting my back and forcing me upwards. I feel nothing else. I hear nothing else. I open my eyes. In front of me spreads a wide, green forest. The trees stretch for as far as my eyes can see. The trees are rapidly growing larger before me. Looking down, I can see vaguely see a cliff overlooking this forest on the horizon.

Despite this imminent death awaiting me, I do not scream. I am faced with the realisation that I am going to die, and yet my thoughts are not assailing me fast enough to process this. The only thing I can think of is that, this was definitely not where I remember going to bed. The last thing I remembered was coming back drunk from a night out with my family, stumbling through my house on my way back to the room, before settling on playing some Fire Emblem before I went off to the dreaming abyss.

At no point during those events do I remember a forest. Nor do I remember a plane, helicopter, or elaborately large catapult to bring me so high into the air. Hell, there wasn't even a forest like this near my house for a couple hundred miles at least, considering this looked nothing like the typical Australian bush.

Suddenly, I see movement from the cliff. Something is launched up into the sky, its arc finishing below where I currently was in airspace, and far away. I wonder what that possibly could have been? Another object is launched soon after, then another, then another, and so this went on for a good while, long enough for me to no longer be able to see it due to being too low to see the cliff or the objects being launched anymore.

Speaking of which, the ground is coming really fast. As in, I can now see depth on these trees rather than them just being flat. It's coming really fast. As in, some of these trees are now taller than where I'm at. It's coming really fast.

I wake up in my bed with a start. Immediately, I'm beset by pain from my lower back. Someone grabs me by the arm as I move. I open my eyes.

Pain.

Pain. All I feel is an endless headache as I look around the room. This isn't my room. This is a hospital's room. It's not a hospital's room. It's wrong. Everywhere I look is wrong. To my right I hear someone opening the door, and then rushing to me. I turn to look. I wish I didn't.

Pain.

Pain. This person is wrong. It's all wrong. The people that came in with them are wrong. I know what is wrong. I shouldn't be seeing these lines everywhere. I understand intrinsically that these lines are always there, but I know that I shouldn't know them. This is something that shouldn't be known. The people are speaking to me. One of them, a middle-aged man with silver hair and glasses. He's the speaker. I don't hear his words. They enter my ears, but I can't comprehend them. The lines are taking up too much of my understanding. I know these lines.

I know them, but I shouldn't see these lines. These are the lines of death. Not the death of something, but the death of the concept of something. These are the lines seen by those who possess the mystic eyes of death perception. These are the lines seen by –

Shiki

The man furrows his eyes brows, slightly moving one of the liens. He has so many lines. More than anyone else. I know what that means. Regular people don't have that many lines. I look away from the people. I don't want to think about people's lines. I look at the table on my side. A knife lies there. The knife has no lines. I recognise the knife. I know this knife. This knife should not be here, just like these lines.

Nanaya

My vision goes dark.

I wake up in my bed and am immediately beset by a headache. I reach for my glasses on the table to my right and put them on. The headache fades away.

I hear the doors open to my right again. In comes the silver man, along with a blonde haired woman beside him, as well as a woman in a lab coat.

"Mr. Nanaya, I see that you've woken up." The man observes. It takes me a split second to realise that he believes my name to be Nanaya. I think for a second to correct him, before deciding otherwise.

"I'm surprised to see that someone would think to try and sneak into Beacon's entrance exam by jumping into the forest privately, let alone to do so without their Aura unlocked." With those words, the man's identity and where I am clicks into my mind. Beacon. Aura. This man is Ozpin. I am on Remnant.

"I didn't try to sneak in, I just, woke up falling to my death." I state.

Silence.

"Well, I suppose that's fine then. Originally, I was going to inform you that you were to be removed from Beacon and asked to not return due to trying to forcefully enter it's student base without proper procedure. Instead however, I can now ask if you'd like to join as a student." And with that statement, Glynda, standing next to him reels.

"How did I survive the fall? I thought I didn't have any aura." I ask, temporarily putting off a response.

"Surely, you're aware that in a dire situation, aura may awaken by itself to protect the self? Just before you had hit the ground, you let off a fantastic glow, and now you lay, alive on a hospital bed. I'd imagine then that it had awoken itself. What's more, despite your frankly mediocre levels of aura, you've managed to heal far, far faster than you should have." Ozpin replied.

I take a second to think about what he had said, before replying, "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, the fall itself was something fierce, ignoring that you didn't have aura at the time of it occurring, I'd expect most huntsmen with your aura level to be out of action for at least one month before being back to how they were before. The knife wound, however, was something else entirely. The stab at your lower back is something that would have most huntsman out of action permanently, what with it stabbing directly into the spinal column. Only those with an exceedingly large pool of aura could have hoped to repair, and it would have taken them years. Instead, you've woken up in perfect health three days later. As a side note, you should really keep that blade in its sheath, we don't want a repeat of this happening again."

So, the knife was what caused this pain in my lower back? It fell with me? I'm assuming, then, that these glasses came with it. If that's the case, can't Ozpin detect these? Shiki's glasses, which I'm assuming these are by their function, were a magical device created by one of the only five sorcerers in the world. Surely, they'd have some traces of magic on them?

Well, if he's not mentioning it, then I won't bring it up.

"I would like to be a student of Beacon, if that is alright with you." I state, lightly chewing the inside of my bottom lip as I wait for the response.

"Of course, of course. Since teams have already been formed, we'll place you with the team who found you before the teachers reached you." He replied. I tilted my head to the side

"And which one team would that be?" Knowing tropes, I'm assuming it's probably RWBY or JNPR, naturally.

"Team CRDL, specifically, you were found by the partners, Dove Bronzewing and Sky Lark, shortly after they had first partnered up."

Huuuuuuuh.

After I was bombed with the reveal of my new team members, the nurse that had entered with Ozpin and Glynda had run a couple of checks on me to make sure that I was fine, once that I was done I was told to stay in bed for the rest of the day and to meet with CRDL for breakfast in the morning.

Mysteriously, Ozpin had left a uniform with fitted to my measurements for me as he had left to wear in the morning.

The infirmary is empty now, I'm sitting here in the best I woke up in.

Slowly, I take off my glasses.

Pain.

The walls are covered in lines. The beds are covered in lines. The equipment is covered in lines. I am covered in lines. These are the lines of death. I know this, since only I can see them.

I look at my bed, and the lines coating it.

I absently begin to move my finger towards the lines.

Slowly.

The pulsing of the headache that I feel is constant, unchanging, and everpresent.

I press my finger into the line.

The bed underneath sharply snaps, splitting in half.

I sit there in the wreckage, absently staring at the two halves, even as the nurse from before enters and begins to clean up.

Even when I move to another bed, I sit there, staring at the wreckage, even as Glynda returns to try and fix it.

Even as the wreckage, that couldn't be repaired, is taken away with her semblance, I stare at the exit.

I can see these lines. These eyes can see these lines. These lines are death. These eyes can see death.

This isn't a dream.

I can feel it.

Intrinsically, I understand that if this were a dream, I would be able to see the lines that would let me kill it.

I'm stuck on Remnant.

With the mystic eyes of death perception.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

I put my glasses back on, to quell my headache.

Speaking frankly, I have basically zero combat experience.

Like, a depressingly low amount.

As in, I took taekwondo when I was around six or seven, but quit before I turned ten.

God, I think I'm gonna fucking die.

I can't use my eyes to fight people, naturally. I have no doubt that grimm are going to be killable, I just hope that I've also inherited Shiki's killer instincts, else I'm fucked on that front too.

God, CRDL as a team is gonna be hell.

I'm going to get bullied, aren't I?

I wonder if they'll ignore Jaune and focus on me instead. Is it better or worse that I'm a year older than them for this? They didn't seem to care for velvet being a third year.

Ahhh, welp.

Well, I'm back. You might notice my last story hasn't been touched in months despite it only being one chapter, and frankly, I had immediately written myself into a corner with it. I'll go back to it eventually but right now I wanted to get this one out to celebrate the announcement of the remake of Tsukihime, as well as the new Melty Blood game. I've also done far more planning this time, so hopefully I won't be writing myself into a corner like I did previously.

In case you aren't aware, yes, the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception as well as the knife, glasses and name of the main character of this fanfiction are all taken from Tsukihime. I seriously doubt that I am going to touch anything else from a series that isn't RWBY, so don't worry too much if you're not experienced with the story of Tsukihime or something like that.