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Character thinking: A
Narration of the story: A
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Volume 0, Chapter 1: Prologue - The Boy Who Met the Demon
"How did it all come to this" he asks while I catch my breath.
I let out a small chuckle
"Well it all began when you broke into my room, asked for food, then made me join your cult in a holy war against a reincarnating wizard who doesn't know that a relationship needs communication and an immortal witch with rejection issues."
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"Fuck off smartass."
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Whitley's POV (Age 10) – April 5th
I wake from my bed still in my pajamas. I was drowsy, but not enough to keep me down. I go to my window to look outside
It was a nice cold day today. Snow was falling and it was as pretty as ever. I look outside to see the cityscape with all its wonder, but today was no ordinary day. No sir it was not
Today was my birthday
"Mister Schnee your up."
I turn to see a butler sent to check on me
"Your father requests your presence in his office before you go for breakfast"
"Tell him I'll be there in fifteen minutes"
"I understand Mister Schnee"
I get dressed with the help of some maids who quickly get me dressed in my formals
Before long I go to my father's office only to find Weiss at the door
"Weiss"
"Whitley, so father summoned you as well."
"Indeed, he has. Perhaps he has a task for us."
With a quiet scoff Weiss responds, "I would be surprised if he didn't."
I notice her expression and can read her mind is in conflict
"Sister, is there a problem?"
As if she was reading my mind, she quickly removes the emotion from her face and straightens up
"No brother not at all."
Before I could respond we heard our father through the door
"Come."
We both open the door to see father looking at some papers which I can only assume to be reports
"Weiss, Whitley, I have some news for you. As you know we will have a party, however, due to the constant nagging I get from your mother we will have a private celebration in our dining hall 'as a family'." he states the last phrase in a mocking tone "and your sister Winter will join us, not for the party just the dinner, instead of attending her tour of Atlas Academy, which will be rescheduled for tomorrow. Personally I would have loved to not have that ungrateful daughter anywhere near me today, but if it gets your mother of my back then so be it. We will have our dinner after the party so try not to gorge on the desserts too much. Any questions?"
"No father."
Weiss responds with a little bitterness in her voice
"Whitley?"
"N-no father."
"That will be all then." Father said with a flick of his hand before continuing his work on the papers he was reading
We leave the office and I turn to see my sister muttering something to herself
We go our separate ways until the party and dinner
I always knew father and Winter never saw eye to eye, but to openly claim about not having her near him.
I shake the thought from my head. Today was supposed to be a happy day
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5 hours later
The party was nothing special
Just some old men talking to my father about business while Weiss and I stay quiet not making a scene
There was a nice big cake in the end around 5 feet tall. Yes 5 feet my father really has a ego. Though hardly anyone ate it since it was too big so the chefs packed 3.5 feet of it back into the fridge
Once the last guests leave and we go to the dinning hall
Winter and my mother were already there, silent as if they were in a library.
The three of us join them and the chefs present us the meal
For me it was seasoned, medium rare steak with mashed potatoes in gravy with a side of broccoli
The atmosphere was tense to say the least
Nobody spoke a word while we had our meals
Mother decided to start a conversation to lift the mood
"So Winter, as you are attending Atlas Academy soon will you be able to visit?"
"Yes mother I will be able to visit, however I cannot guarantee it will be often as the rigid schedule will keep me busy. I will try however, do not worry about that."
"Hmph. If you really cared about us you wouldn't be wasting your time with this academy nonsense."
All eyes were on father after he spoke
"Jacques pleas—"
"Are you still on that. I told you that I'm not taking over the company. I choose to go to Atlas Academy."
"So what. So you can go waste your time playing hero and then go die?"
"I'm not wasting time, I will be doing my duty to help humanity against the Grimm."
"What idiot wants to waste the life trying to fight those monsters?"
Before the argument escalates Weiss interrupts in a bold statement
"I do."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"I- I want t-to become a huntress"
"Oh my Oum you've even corrupted your sister." Father places his hands on his head
"FATHER!"
"JACQUES!"
Mother and Winter yelled but father continued
"Seriously I don't even know why I agreed to this dinner. This clearly is just a waste of my time spending it with you. I mean really not only do I find out my failure of a first born is still crazy for her death wish, but my other daughter is just as crazy and is planning to be just as much as a failure as her sister."
That statement caused Winter to glare at father with a vengeance while Weiss starts to tear up
"JACQUES WHAT THE HELL. HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?!"
"I CAN SAY THAT BECAUSE I COULD HAVE COMPLETED OUM KNOWS HOW MUCH WORK DONE!"
"DO YOU CARE ABOUT THE COMPANY OVER YOUR OWN FAMILY?!"
"YES WOMAN I DO CARE FOR THIS COMPANY WHY DO YOU EVEN THINK I MARRIED YOU?!"
The silence that followed was deafening
I wanted to leave, but I couldn't. My body wouldn't move no matter how much I wanted it to.
"Jacques…. What are sayi—"
"Oh my Oum woman you seriously thought I married you for love. I wouldn't touch you if not for the company even if there was a gun at my head."
"FATHER!" Winter snaps
"Don't even get me started on you Winter."
I was finally able to move so I just got up and ran
When I looked back I saw everyone arguing, not even noticing that I left.
I made it to my room and locked the door curling up in a ball
I cried
I never felt so alone
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*CRASH*
Out of nowhere a being broke through the window and collapsed on the floor
I quickly stood up and made my way to the man who just showed up
He was still on the floor
"Uh… Hello?
The body landed face first on the floor and wasn't moving. The person had pure white skin and hair and was wearing something that made him look like a failed actor turned crack addict who got dumped by his girlfriend and kicked out of his parents' house or a so-called fashion statement from Ciley Mirus. I couldn't tell the difference by looking.
The body started twitching violently and before I knew it stood up and quickly made its towards me. When it got close I noticed it's eyes were black with odd red pupils. He held on my shoulders before shaking me violently and screaming,
"FOOOOOOOD!"
At this point I was confused. This thing that broke through my window is currently screaming at me is asking for food?
"Uhh… food oh well what can I get?"
Then it clicked. It's my birthday, there's the cake that probably wasn't fully eaten after the party
I couldn't leave him in my room so I drag him in my closet and closed it
"Wait here I'll be back."
I open my door and head for the kitchen
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? POV (Age 15)
Now you may be wondering how I got into this situation. On my knees, screaming at a kid from grade school, but I am so fucking hungry right now I don't even care to answer. Seriously I will never EVER try to live in a bloody dust mine in Mantle again.
"So… so hungry." I whimper
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Whitley's POV
I made my way to the kitchen and found the chef and his cooks talking amongst themselves
"Excuse me sirs, but could you help me get the cake to my room?"
The chef looked at me with wide eyes "Mister Schnee… you do know what's left of this cake is literally 4 feet tall. It will be impossible without the equipment in the back room and we are still on the clock for tomorrow."
"Oh" I responded. Of course they wouldn't listen to me I'm just a kid in their eyes, but then a lightbulb goes on in my head, "I see, of course. I guess I will have to let my father know that we can't spend our time together after the family argument because of your schedule. He will be disappointed, but if it's as you say then I guess it can't be helped." I turned waving my hand around
Instantly the chef paled
"W-w-wait Mister Schnee. I may have been incorrect with my statement. Uhh.. you two!" he pointed at two random cooks, "you guys aren't doing anything important, get the trolley and move the cake into his room."
"Uh sure."
"Got it boss."
The two cooks get the cake on the trolley and wheel it to my room. Thankfully both my room and the kitchen are on the first floor of the manner and my father's study is on the third so not only will we not pass him, we'll be too low for him to hear us
Once we get to my room the cooks put the cake on the ground of the trolley and begin to leave, but before they do I had to clear a potential problem
"Thank you gentlemen now I know policy is to report to father about all my requests, but as I'm sure you heard our family argument considering the volume of my parents I'm sure you know he's in a bad mood and I would not tempt fate with bothering him with such, as he would describe it, 'mundane matters' lest your careers be at risk."
The cooks looked at each other then to me with clear nervous expressions on there faces
"U-u-uhhh… that won't be an issue Mister Schnee. We're sure your father is currently busy with vital tasks."
"I-inde-eed we will not bother any potential projects he may be working on. Have a good evening and happy birthday Mister Schnee."
Both men leave and I lock the door behind them. I let out a breath of relief before I quickly head to my closet
Once I get to my closet I pull the door handle and a blur of black races out and the next thing I know the cake is gone and a man laying on his back with a satisfied grin remains
The plain white skin begins to shift to a shade of light brown while the hair goes from white to black. His eyes go from black with red pupils to white with brown pupils.
"Sweet baby Monty that hit the spot. Honestly that is the first meal I had in month that wasn't from a dumpster. Fuck that was amazing."
"Uhh…" I try to get it- his attention. I can tell it was a male now. He was tall with short hair and hidden in his coat was a one handed sword with it's hilt holding special sockets and the blade having many noticeable round dents on the flat end.
"Oh fuck right thanks kid really needed that anyway gotta go…. Bye." He said nonchalantly
"What… wait who are you and why did you crash through my window and what was that when you turned from white to brown."
"Oh well this is awkward… well I guess since you got me that cake. My name as you may know me is Rai, no last name, just Rai and you can call me as what people call as a monster, devil, demon, mostly demon, or the stuff of nightmares that hides under your bed before catching you… wait need to rephrase that that came out wrong. Fucking hell I meet a guy and already 10 seconds later I make myself look like a goddamn pedo. Wait how old are you again?"
"Ten as of today"
"Oh fuck I swore in front of a 10-year-old. Oh fuck I did it again. Oh fuck again. Fuck. Fuck again. Fucking stop already. FUCK!"
"Hey I said ten I know what a bad word is." I spoke
"See this is what I fucking mean. The kid doesn't even know the word swear or curse. He said 'bad word' like a child. Then yet again I am only 15 so I shouldn't know this either…. Ahh fuck it I'll do whatever the fuck I want. Anyway I gotta go now so, but before I do." He put his hands on his pockets, "here catch" he throws a rock at me. It was round and smooth, in a shape of an egg, but only one fifth it's size
"Since I owe you one you can keep that. Whenever you are in danger call for my new with that and I will come and protect you if I can, key word there is IF. I'm a busy guy so don't get used to it, but if you're in danger and I happen to be free I will use that to come and give you a boost. Anyway gotta go… chiao." He gives me a two finger salute before running to the now broken window and disappearing before I can follow him. I turn around to my bed on to turn again and notice my window fixed completely
I decided to head to my bed and call it a day. Not the best birthday I had, but one memorable non the less. On I get into the bed I remember our family argument and tears start rolling down my eyes
"Why?" I say to myself
"Why today? Why?"
I repeat that until sleep finally catches up to me
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A/N:
Character: Rai
Weapon: one handed sword, name currently unknown
Semblance: Unknown
Other abilities: Unknown
Age: 15
Affiliation: Unknown
Traits: pale white or brown skin, white or black hair, red eyes surrounded by black or brown eyes
Race: Human?
Character: Whitley Schnee
Age: 10
Traits: White hair, white skin, blue eyes
Affiliation: SDC
Race: Human
Character: Winter Schnee
Semblance: Schnee Glyphs
Age: 17
Traits: White hair, white skin, blue eyes
Affiliation: Atlas Academy
Race: Human
Character: Weiss Schnee
Semblance: Schnee Glyphs
Age: 13
Traits: White hair, white skin, blue eyes
Affiliation: Atlas Academy
Race: Human
This is a fic with Whitley and the OC as a main lead. I read so many fics with Whitley and saw the potential with this guy so I decided to give it a shot and started this. This is my first fic and any tips and criticism will be appreciated in the reviews. Can't say a schedule yet. I am going for every other week, but life does like to screw us all over sometimes. Anyway thanks for reading this and I'm out
!PEACE!