A/N Speaking for our main characters' semblance as most people if not all people aren't perfect. That entails her semblance like Yang's Burn. will have down sides.
Shino still has plenty of learning to do. Now this is my second story I've written. Plot holes and other hilarity will happen.
Though help and criticism is welcomed and if you dislike the way the story is going so far let me know! I'm no way a perfect writer.
LL14 out. Reviews help! I won't know how people feel otherwise. Onto za book shall we?
P.s. she won't be OP as shit. Strong sure. This is a Oc book who, randomly, was well body swapped.
Though I'm not quite sure how to explain that just yet. without Spoilers an shit. Oh and to the one dude askin what this story is to do.
This story along with my other one are both stress relievers. Also I can't tell ya what the oc's gunna do. Spoilers! Ain't a fan of them. This author note may help you guys understand or it may not.
This whole P.s is more an answer to a review. Tell next chapter dudes!
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The day after my semblance developed. I cleverly named it wraith to follow my callsign. Very clever, I know. Qrow was lining up in front of me for a sparring session.
He wanted to see the limitations of my semblance. So I obliged. Because I did too. Even if I told him "No"
The old man would have dragged me out here and kicked my ass anyway.
The first few weeks were hard between getting used to this body. And my new identity, Qrow's hellish training. I'd say I was doing pretty well for a other worlder.
Some crack ass Gamer menu would've helped. Shrugging as I tugged United free.
I lowered my center of gravity. Having to re adjust. 'Damn tits, they aren't even that large' snorting as Qrow counted down
'My lucks so ass. Didn't even get larger ones. Why'd I get Sinon's GGO avatar anyway?'
Qrow's countdown of death ended "One!" and just like that he blurred. Huntsmen training made him nearly un followable to the eye.
"Fuck" I cursed narrowly dodging his dress shoe. Channeling Aura down my legs. I leapt back drawing the .45 I fired it in his direction to buy me time.
He spun harbinger very similarly to his fight with Tyrian. I involuntarily shivered 'Fucking wacko'
My lapse in focus costed me. Untied was batted away from its half guard. And harbinger in sword form slammed down on my collar bone.
Dropping to a knee, I brought United Into Qrow's thigh as he pulled back.
Scrambling back to my feet I leaned out of the way of some buckshot. Flipping united around into a reverse grip I blocked Qrow's second overhead swing. Grunting as my knees buckled.
Still in a blade lock with the dangerous huntsman. I activated my semblance. Well tried to.
A flash of cyan and A stutter. Qrow's blade slipped through mine. Letting out a almost terrified Gasp as Harbinger full force slammed down on my arm. My Aura saved it from being severed at mid forearm but did little else as he cut down to bone.
A pain fueled whimper left my lips. Very manly I know. Qrow stood there Harbinger still in my arm, his eyes widened to saucers. Postured lax and blatantly confused.
Then in another flash of cyan and harbinger dropped through my arm and fell to the dirt. It's owner stumbled forward.
And then I watched as my world flickered cyan. And then fell to normal. And I was intangible.
Dropping to my knees cradling my mutilated arm in horror and pain. Near goblets amount of blood suddenly leaked through my hand. Turning my pale skin a ghastly white.
Next thing I knew. I was in strong sturdy arms and the forest blurred together. As Qrow carried me at the speed of a train. Through the forest.
I briefly noticed my aura angrily licking at the wound. It's appearance like cyan fire. As it failed to control the bleeding.
'Eh guess I ain't all powerful after all?' my throat suddenly dry. 'Not even two months and I'm already bleeding like this' My world faded, the corners of my sight slowly turned black entering shock.
My last throught before I passed out was 'fuck this'.
Darkness took me rapidly.
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Qrow kicked the Xiao Long/Rose cabin door open "Tai!" He hollered. Yang sitting on the couch. Leaning back, her lilac eye's focused on the Tv. She was winning a 1v1 against her sister who was also on the couch. Grumbling to herself.
"Uncle Qrow, he's in the kitchen cookin' up dinner" Qrow sighed and muttered a quick thanks. Speeding his way past the couch accidentally. Dropping red droplets of something warm.
On the head of the couch and on his eldest nieces shoulder. Already through the entrance to the kitchen. When a confused Ruby asked. "Yang, is the blood?"
Yang who felt. Shino's life liquid running down her arm also looked. "Uhh, Rubes that's not mine"
Then like the cogs of a clock. It clicked, both sisters quickly with no more haste than there panicked uncle. Leapt off the couch.
Qrow in the kitchen loudly interjected Taiyang's humming. "Tai!, help!"
Tai, who was making some sort've soup. Turned que his Navy blue eye's widening as his field experience kicked in.
Hastily unfasting his belt. Tossing it to the old bird. " tourniquet that" The blonde exclaimed. Rushing past Qrow and whipping open Another cupboard nearly knocking his teammate in the head as he dropped to his knees and started fumbling with the belt and Shino's unresponsive form.
Yang, having less luck than her uncle. Took the door to the face. "Argh" Yang stumbled back cradling her nose. Tai, either not caring or in a rush. He used his daughter as a makeshift door stop. Pulled the door shut. A huntsman field kit in hand. "Good!" grabbing Yang's hang.
"Wha-" getting cut off "Need your help" Pulling Her forward and onto the ground. Yang's eyebrows raised and her mouth fell open at the sight of Her uncle's Panicking and fumbling hands as he pulled something tight on Shino's bicep.
"Yang, grab her arm and hold the edges of the wound closed!" pulling out a medical grade sewing needle and thread. "My hands are too large" He supplied.
"But I can patch this up" Not questioning her Dad Yang dropped to her knees and did just that.
"Uncle Qrow? Dad?" one collective thought ran through their minds. 'Ruby, shit'
Tai not looking up from the wound and the stitch he was doing. "Ruby, sweetie can you grab the bandages and a vial labeled Aura Gradant: Medical Aura boost?"
"O-okay" Grabbing both items. Ruby passed the Vial to her Father. Tai taking it popped the cap off the top. And just as fast japped the now pointed bottom into Shino's thigh.
Qrow still holding the belt taught. Took the bandage roll from Ruby and started wrapping the wound as Tai stitched.
Shino's Aura flared out and became visible. Clearly supercharged Little sparks and firefly like. Pure Aura constructs. Flicked off Shino's prone form. Almost defensively. They didn't stray far.
If not for the situation. It would be rather pretty to watch these cyan fireflies wisp around the room.
Just as fast as they appeared. They grew almost colder, phasing out of view. Her Aura looks almost afraid to exist. "Whoa.." Ruby muttered. Tai almost finished with sewing the young girl up. Channeled his Aura into the needle.
Not bothering to hide his becoming visible. The room rose a few degrees. But then dropped as Shino's Aura started fighting with his in the air. Quickly drawing his back in. He let the needle feed off his Aura.
Shino's as expected rushed to the point where his Aura coiled in the stitching.
Finishing the last stitch he pulled back as Qrow wrapped the wound.
Sighing he set the needle and the rest of the wire on the floorboards he made eye contact with his youngest. "This happens a lot out fighting grim. Are you sure you still want to be a huntress?"
He could see the resolve become stalwart in her silver pools "Yes. If it means I get to help people I'll do it"
Dragging his eyes down to Yang who has rested Her hand on Shino's hair. She nodded.
Looking at Qrow who had a noticeable slouch in his posture. "What happened?" Tai softly asked.
"We were in a sword lock" Qrow breathed "and in a flash she was gone. Next thing I knew, it looked like her aura shattered" Frowning and massaging his temples "She just appeared and harbinger was buried in her arm"
"So she hasn't had her semblance for a week and used it in a spar?" Qrow nodded. Tai's expression grew disappointed. "And with yours" He didn't need to continue. For Qrow already knew. His semblance of misfortune affected Shino's in a combination of her not quite being in tune with her semblance and Aura
Led to this accident. Or it was how her semblance works. No Aura when it's active.. No one knew. After all, she hasn't had it for thirty-six his head "What did we do when Rubes first got hers?"
Qrow frowned even harder. "We didn't let her use it during training until she understood it" Tai smiled.
"Yeah. and we didn't relay that to her" Pointedly, looking down at Shino. Who's breathing slowly evened out.
Yang sniffed. "hey. you smell that?" Tai once again scrambled like an egg and pulled the pot off the stove.
How one burns soup he didn't know. Hearing Qrow's snickers. He whirled around "Huh?! Blender stealer" holding the spoon threateningly at his friend "You. Think. You. Can. do. better?" punctuating each word with a jab of the wooden spoon.
Qrow still hackling "I licked it, it's mine!" Tai frowning like a child "Is not"
"Is to" Qrow fired back. Tai about to reply got cut off. "Shouldn't we move 'Chino?" Yang asked. Ruby being the sweet thing she is rapidly nodded "Yeah! Laying on the floor isn't comfortable"
Qrow's head snapped up to Ruby who was suddenly behind him. "Kid, she sleeps on the floor in a bedroll"
Ruby frowned at him. "Better than the floor" crossing her arms. "That's covered in blood. Yuck!" Yang finished for her. Qrow shrugged and gathered up Shino. And made his way back into the living room to lay the injured girl on her bedroll.
Both his nieces followed leaving their dad to fret over the burned soup. "Should we change her shirt?" Qrow shook his head "No, C'mon girls let's help your Dad. we don't want to disturb that wound"
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Waking up like a dead man 'heh man' the first thought that scratched its way across my cranium just had to be about my gender predicament. Yeah let's just say I lied when I said I was used to this.
I felt sticky, ultimately gross in general. Maybe it was my different chemicals making me think this.
All. I want a shower sighing to myself. I sluggishly moved my head. Gazing out into the darkness 'How would the ever badass A10 fare against Remnants military? Namely atlas' sitting up I winced.
Pain shot itself up my arm. My hand began tingling. 'Well I already know it out classes bullheads' bringing my knees up to my chest I dumbly rested my head on my knees. 'My much smaller knees'
Shooting up into a standing position but regretting it as my vision swam. In my stumbling I hit my shin on another object. Just barely I snuffed a cuss and replaced it with a whine. At Least I can see straight.
Shaking my leg out. I padded my way to the bathroom once again. I felt disgusting. 'I had mostly full Aura, Qrow went through it like it was nothing' frowning in a very unpleasant fashion my nose scrunched up.
Flicking on the light. I was greeted by a very familiar bathroom. 'Go figure my Aura would betray me like that' snorting scornfully 'like, I did Airhead' Wincing at the fresh pang flashed through my arm. Numbly removing my sticky tanktop. It was black. Though it was significantly darker on one side.
'I sure bled a lot. Did Airhead bleed or burn after I killed him?' nearly dropping to my knees. My heat sent a strong wave of grief. Once again my vision swam, I stumbled and leaned on the counter. I made eye contact with the sink drain.
My eyes watered. My throat started to burn. Clamping a hand on my trembling lips. I closed my eyes.
As I descended into my grief and pain. I didn't hear the light footsteps. "Shino?" A quiet but squeaky voice asked. Lost in my misery I shuddered at the name. 'That's not yours' My thoughts rang. I started trembling at this point.
In front of Ruby Rose herself. "Shino?" her voice was weak, no trace of whisper left. At this point unknowingly I was flickering in and out of sight.
I barely recognized her fast foot falls receding. Now hearing several foot falls near the door. I sank to the floor and curled into a ball. My Semblance now angrily Fazing me in and out of sight. 'Cursed, trash!" my mind thundered.
And suddenly my world warped and shifted to a much later time.
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It was my fighter acceptance test. A younger, clearly male me sat in an unarmed F18's cockpit. It was my last training session before I passed.
Sat in the copilot seat was none other than a younger Pickaxe. "Alright kid, you will be following" pausing to radio something to the tower. "Okay, you see that other super hornet? At your three o clock?"
Turning to look at my three. I nodded. Spotting the pace Jet. it was painted an unflattering pink. The only thing that didn't make the jet an abomination. Was the grey body. And the Training corps symbol. Painted on its tail.
"Yeah, why the hell is it pink sir?" I stared at the jet eye twitching. "Cause, rookies like to lose it"
Blinking owlishly. As the pilot of said jet pointed at me. And then did some unflattering gestures. "Pretty sure he just mocked your mother, cadet" Pickaxe's stone cold comment caught me off guard.
The pilot waved bye as the F18. went full afterburner. And rapidly took to the sky. My mouth fell open as the jet went vertical and passed into cloud cover. "That wasn't regulation" I muttered. I heard a snort.
" 'kay. Stay on that jets tail for. At least a full minute" Starting mine up. The F18 growled under me.
Taking the standard way of take off I was soon airborne and climbing as rapidly as I dared. I saw pink out of the corner of my eye. I heard the tell tail scream of a turbofan. The pink menace was flying beside me.
Wing tip to wing tip. The pilot who had a pink lightning bolt on the side of his helmet, brought up his hands balled in fists and proceeded to rub them on the side of his visor.
Very similarly to a baby. Confused, I went through my mental list of hand signals. Until I realized what that meant. 'Okay asshole now I'm butt hurt' not a second after it clicked. The other pilot was mocking me again.
Pickaxe chimed in "Stick on his tail" that must've been the signal because The Pink Abomination and its pilot. Dropped into a nosedive.
Scowling I dipped my stick forward and followed. When I angled myself the correct way The F18 was already gone amongst the clouds.
Turning on the targeting systems. Hoping that could help me pick up the other aircraft. I did a lazy bank watching outside my cockpit when the radio cackled "jeez, I've seen Heilo pilots faster than you"
Fuck it. "You know, for someone who flies as recklessly as you shouldn't be an instructor" I monotonously fired back. Yeah bootcamp couldn't quite curb my lip. The unnamed pilots response was to snort.
"Catch me if you can" I would've retorted if my jet didn't stutter and die. My stomach lurched 'Starved it of fuel!'
Quickly letting the fuel flow again. The F18 growled. 'Great, my jets mad at me' A flash of pink amongst the clouds and I screamed off. Banking left my wing ripped through a cloud.
Just as fast Pink Fuck and I where in a Turn circle. Now we weren't actually fighting, but the adrenaline was a nice bonus. He leveled out and I followed suit.
On his tail he suddenly went vertical in a viper. My Jet shuddered as I hit the air break and banked right. The corners of my vision blacking. slamming into the seat at the G's I just pulled.
I didn't feel the smirk on my face grow, Pinky lined up behind me as I rolled through a cloud and preemptively started my own viper. Hearing him soar under me, I leveled out and continued my chase. As he went into an observational bank.
None the wiser I was closing in on forty seconds. I slowly pulled the throttle back in an attempt to make me less noticeable.
"Fifty" Pickaxe rumbled. And The Pink Fuck did a fucking pitchback and was heading directly at me.
Little did the other man know his left wing rudder was hanging limply. I watched in horror.
He was playing chicken with me. "Of all the reckless" I snarled. I was a stickler for the rules. He was playing chicken with a trainee. Pickaxe behind me fumbled with the radio.
"Pull out of that, Lightning!" the other man Lightning chuckled. "I've done this a thousand times"
1500 feet and closing. My eyes narrowed and I began to bank away. Pickaxe went to tell the other man his plane's damages. "Why are you pulling away? If you do you don't have the mettle nor what it takes to dogfight" Snarling I opened my mouth.
"Your fucking left wings all fucked up!" the man either not caring or not aware continued on his path.
1000 feet. Soon I'd be able to make out the man's head. Gritting my teeth 700 feet. "Abort!" pickaxe screamed. 400 feet closed in an instant. "CAN'T!" I hollered. In the heat of the moment. I made the limp rudder snap cleanly off and become a deadly projectile.
The other jet went to bank and only succeeded in turning his jet's wings so one pointed skyward and the other groundward.
Way too close to bank I violently shoved the stick forward. The now missile-like rudder burying into my fuselage as the my tail end sheared off the other jet's wing.
The F18 quivered as the engine lit on fire. Alarms blared. Pulling my near dead warbird flat I Started letting it coast. I dumbly waited in mute shock.
"I ejected" the other pilot commented. Pickaxe sighed in relief. "How are you guy's faring?" Still in shock I didn't respond.
"Losing fuel. And where on fire" I winced. I powered off the turbofan hoping the fire would quell. "Can you limp back to base?"
"Probably" Pickaxe affirmed. 15 full seconds of coasting at 600 mph. "Sorry" The Pink guy muttered over the coms.
"Are you stupid!?" I barked. And not missing a beat "Are you okay?" The other pilots' pained chuckle gave him away. "Yes and yes" Pickaxe also picking up on the other man's pain. "How bad?"
Lightning laughed. "Broken leg. Arm's messed up to" Flipping my visor up to reveal the beads of sweat running down my face. Lifting a gloved hand I pinched my nose. "Braindead fuck" I growned out.
23 minutes of straight coasting. The beautiful F18 being reduced to nothing more than a hang glider. The base came into sight. Going to drop my landing gear The jet shuddered and then nothing.
"Uhh, Landing gear?" I asked dumbly. "It's jammed" Pickaxe announced. "Great!" I Sarcastically cheered. Approaching to land after I notified base of the situation and the accident. I was told to attempt to land anyway.
Pointing the nose up I slowly fell like a rock above the runway. Hearing the tail start scraping. I lowered the rest of the F18. 200 mph. The gauge read. Right wing began to scrape. Just as fast as I put that wing down the rest of the jet fell.
With a loud bang a the sound of metal on metal. The right wing was torn free rolling onto the side that was just liberated from a wing. I screamed and Pickaxe grunted. As the jet rolled and violently ignited.
The cockpit shattered and hardened glass showered down onto me. Feeling my helmet connect with something hard and then I saw black.
My last feeling was of the warmth of the fire cooking the jet. 'This is how I die?"
Three days later I awoke in a hospital bed. The side of my head wrapped and arm in a sling.
When the hospital staff saw I was awake and responsive They read out my injuries which follows: Broken hand and collarbone all right side.
Minor road burn on my right side. And the best part was when I was told I was lucky to be alive and the man I was with was also lucky to be alive.
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Present-
Coming back from my memories, Semi calmed. my remembrance of how I met Pickaxe still thundering through my mind. 'What would he say?' Feeling more warm than I should've, I opened my eyes only for them to be covered in a sea of yellow.
My shaking and nausea slowly faded. And my semblance flickered a few times in rhythm with my slowly steading breathing. 'Leave it to Yang to be the one to do this'
'I haven't had that memory resurface in a while. Guess that was my subconscious trying to pull me through the mess that is my thoughts' further digging my face into Yang's shoulder. Not caring how feminine it made me look.
She was warm. "I-Yan-" she squeezed me lightly "Shhh" I could barely make out the forms of Ruby, Taiyang and Qrow through the yellow curtain.
Ruby was crouched slightly behind Yang, hands outstretched towards us. Qrow was leaning on the door frame, arms crossed, a dark expression etched onto his face. Tai was further out. Peering into the bathroom his eyes dark and his posture tense.
"Guys?" I tentatively asked. Ruby was the first to answer "Are you okay?" the rose questioned, still limp in Yang's warm grasp "I think so?" My answer sounded more like a question than a confirmation.
"What happened?" Yang interrogated lightly. "Something bad. PTSD of some type. Don't worry" I went to pull away but found I couldn't. Yang wouldn't let me. "Yang?" I prodded "Shower?" She didn't let up. "Telling us not to worry makes me worry more"
Was her reply. "Qrow already knows, ask him" I frowned. "I'll talk more. I just feel gross, needa shower" I half mumbled. I sounded like a zombie.
Qrow shook his head. "That, is for you to do" With that his kicked off the door frame. 'Fucker' I thought.
Sighing into Yang's shoulder. "I'll tell you later. But not now" I tried to sound stern. But from Yang's reluctant "Okay"
I probably sounded like a kicked puppy to her. She stood up and grabbed my uninjured hand and helped me to my feet. And just then Is when I realized I was shirtless. Some male part of me argued it was normal.
But my dignity and female side overpowered it. The next best thing I did in my flustered state was. Made eye contact with Qrow and Yang. Taiyang already made his way out of the area
To cover up how much Yang helped me and my vanity "Perverted Fucks!" I loudly called. Feeling the heat crawl up my face when Qrow who was behind is nieces.
Did an exaggerated Double take as He pretended to eye me up. And Ruby, who was in front of him Shouted "Swear!" And pulled the swear jar out of thin air. Yang in her close proximity turned beat red and then a coy smirk crawled onto her face.
"Need some help in there~" her eyes trailed to the shower. Now I was just embarrassed. Grabbing the nearest Item. My shirt I threw it at Yang"s head, the garment wrapped around her face like a drag car parachute.
Just as fast I raised my foot and channeled my aura into it and kicked her in the hip.
I watched as Bowling ball Yang smashed through Bowling Pin Ruby and Qrow. I then dashed to the door "No!" and with a slam and the rattling of wood I was left alone.
Lightly panting I stared into the mirror unfucked hand on the door. My new reflection stared back.
She looked tired. Slightly slouched eyes with dark rims looking something akin to a humanoid raccoon.
Blue hair falling down in a messy mop and eyes half lidded and red. Looking over the rest of her. Toned body more so than what it originally was. 'Guess a whole month of Qrow bootcamp is a fast track way to make yourself a class A hottie. Explains why Yang and Ruby have abs that people would kill for'
Since I'm nothing like the OG Sinon. My hair, while the same as my counterpart, was now wild and unkempt and I looked very similar to Weiss if you think about it. 'If she had blue hair and was a ruffian as she'd call me"
With the tail which normally floats lazily behind me. I'd be like a fucked up cross between Weiss, Neptune and Blake. 'Banish that' To distract myself from the ghosting images of a threesome between those characters.
I aggressively began stripping 'show time' . I all but threw myself behind the curtain and immediately turned on the water.
Pure ice rained down on me. I shivered and resisted the urge to turn it on hot 'No you degenerate, cold shower' I eventually caved and turned it to warm. And grabbed the nearest bottle that read shampoo.
It was Yang's I realized when I got a whiff on it. Shrugging uncaringly while I lathered my skyblue hair up.
'I'll just throw Qrow under the buss if She comes knockn'
My arm begun to sting. 'Riiight' I grabbed the knot with my teeth since I was using both my hands. And spent a few minutes fighting with the soggy bandages. With a wep plop the entire thing hit the tiled shower bed. And not long after red began spiraling down the drain.
Wincing when soap and warm water caressed the now uncovered wound. I inspected the damage.
On my outer forearm a couple inches below my elbow was a jagged cut stitched up haphazardly.
It was a clean cut not surgeon level but certainly up there. "Aura's a helluva thing" I stated I poked the half healed gash. "What the fuck" Eye's wider than they've ever been "This worlds on crack"
Something like this on earth would take months to heal and that's not adding in the therapy that I'd need to go through to help my hand function normally. And even then I'd still have a bum hand.
Rubbing the soap lower I avoided my breasts and the other area. I lathered up the rest of me and stepped back under the shower head and let it wash the soap away.
My eye twitched. 'I forgot the tail. Again' It seems nine times out of ten I completely forget I have this new part.
I took some of the remaining suds from my noggin. Using those I rubbed my overly bright tail. 'It matches the hair. But I swear it glows'
Shower thoughts. I spent anywhere from fifteen minutes to thirty just fiddling around under the torrent of hot water.
Heres some of the goodies that graced my brain in that time frame.
'What kind've cat am I?'
'I'd probably get murdered violently if Yang found out about the rule 34. Stuff i've seen on her and Ruby, basically everyone'
That train of thought led to me getting my third bout of hornyness in this body. The shower returned to cold just as fast.
'Sooner or later I have to do the deed' cringing I thought of how a pent up female me would be like.
It would be similar to an enraged, drunk American going buck wild with a 12 gauge.
'Someone like Blake or Marrow could probably smell it as well'
In conclusion this world is still kicking my new hot ass. Like there's no tomorrow.
'And! I've only been to Patch and Beacon!' Reaching out and flipping the shower off. I instinctively brought one arm to cradle my chest. I kneeled down and grabbed the soggy, slightly soapy, bloody bandages.
Carelessly dropping it into the metal waste bin. Smirking at the resounding BANG it made.
Flicking water at the fogged up mirror. I snatched up a towel in one swift movement. Like any dignified man turned female teenager. I aggressively toweled myself off. Not caring if it made the delicate skin raw or damaged.
Though I did dry off the sensitive mounds more gently. Now for my last spot. I gulped. 'It's always a pain to dry this not legal equipment' Drying this part of me was just weird. In the way it made me feel like a perverted pedo.
For fucks sake this body is what sixteen? Fifteen? I think Qrow put me down as sixteen. 'I need access to my records. Wizard boy and Bird man made them on their own'
Gently rubbing the underage equipment dry. I tossed the towel in the dirty clothes hamper. Adding that to my growing list of problems. I slipped on my clothes. Completely abandoning the sports bra with a sneer.
Swinging the door open. With a sarcastic "Somebody once told me~" Only to pause at the waiting figures.
'I had a panic attack. Riiight' The first to break the silence "Someone once told you what. Kid?"
'Cover up! Quick' "That you once wore a skirt at beacon" 'bad choice' My conscience screamed at me.
I relaxed slightly when Tai's laugh echoed from narnia.
Sheepishly trailing my vision to make eye contact with my mentor. Qrow had an almost irritated look. But beneath his furrowed brows was a twinkle of embarrassment. "Who told ya that one blueberry."
His gaze promised hell. "Tai" I blurted. When in doubt, throw someone else into the fire. Qrow seemed to fade out of existence. But with Aura enhanced legs. All huntsman and huntresses can go lightning fast.
I watched as a grey and black form with hints of red fled upstairs. Slowly turning my head to Yang and Ruby. both of them were in similar states of hiding their mirth.
Yang had a hand covering her grin. While Ruby was out right giggling. Letting my shoulders relax 'Glad I avoided sharing my problems.'
"Night" I offered. Tone tight and clipped. Ruby and her sister shared a glance. "Bu-" shaking my head "Later" The shower helped. But I was still shaky and not willing to interact with them. I felt trapped.
Ruby looked to the floor boards while Yang's sad lilac eye's barreled into my own dull Cyan. Yang's hand found its perch on the little roses shoulder. "Let's give her space Rubes" with that both girls turned.
Ruby was the first to begin the trek up the stairwell. She gave me a parting glance. But otherwise continued in silence. My eyes found Yang's. Her lips parted. "I know. I'll tell you when I'm ready" I answered before she could get a word out.
She waited a brief minute. With me Remaining steadfast. She nodded. "Promise?" I was the once to lose this bout of eye contact. "No. promises" I bit my lip. My arms cradling my sides in whatever comfort I could provide myself. "I know that look"
Her tone was sad. Slightly harsh. But it made my heart drop and my gaze snap to her. "Your going to run aren't you?" I didn't answer. Feeling fresh tears blur my vision. "Sorry" I croaked. She shook her head. "Say that to Qrow and Ruby"
With that she turned. "Yang." I began. I watched her pause. I Grabbed United and strapped her to my back and the backpack next to the stand. With Qrows field rations and his extra clothes.
I looked up from what I was packing .45 now strapped to my leg. To once again make eye contact with her.
In my flurry of emotion's my heart fluttered. While her one visible eye started to bleed over red. I marched past her facing the door. I heard her breaths. Back to back. "One thing I promise is: I'll comeback"
For the first time I heard her voice crack. "Sure you will." My heart fell further into the pit. Opening the door. "I will" With confidence in my steps I shut the door as I stepped into the darkness. Not hearing her reply.
"You better"