Chapter 2-4 will be copies of the same writing from "A Torched Rose" due it already being written out. Starting from CH.5 there will be different content.
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CH.3 Rough First Day 2
{-Yang-}
The two blondes entered the already busy auditorium, filled to the brim with possible recruits for Beacon Academy. "Thanks for the talk Jaune, nice to see at least someone around here knows how to show a girl a good time."
"Eh no problem, I'm impressed you actually talked back to me." He chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his head.
"Well, not like I had any other options." This earned her a saddened glance which she could only laugh at. "Don't take it so hard Vomit Boy, you're a good guy. Anyways I gotta go, cya round? Not waiting for a reply, she quickly slipped into the crowd seamlessly and vanished from his sight.
The spot she found was somewhat cold and devoid of people for some reason. "Well today's tanked hard... At least Jaune's nice."
"Who's Jaune?" A voice asked from behind. Oh come on.
Craning her head around, her eyes met the exhausted blue and orange of Faere. "I knew it." She mumbled to herself unintelligibly in exasperation. "Someone leagues more polite then you'll ever be pixie boy." Now with a much closer, upright look, Yang found herself standing an inch over the snarky male.
He simpered at her callous remark, "Well you certainly sound chipper, quite the improvement from that pathetic excuse of a smile you gave me on the Aerofin." He rolled his right shoulder and asked again, "So, Jaune?"
Yang exhaled sharply, "Why do you care? You told me to leave, yet here you are, talking to me."
"You do realize you came over to me, I was here first." He stated flatly.
She looked up at him, somewhat lost. "I came to you? There was nobody here pixie." Looking around her, she saw several other people, who were absent previously, surrounding her. "What?"
"As I said sunshine, you came to me. Not the other way around" He pushed.
"Gods you're annoying, almost. But at least I can hold a conversation with you… somewhat."
"Oh, I'll take that as a compliment. Suppose it's an improvement over getting sucker-punched in the gut for calling you annoying."
"Oh, I'm the annoying one? Says the brat who purposefully taunted me." She reminded him.
Faere suddenly pushed his fingers to his forehead, a dirty grin growing, "Sunshine..."
Ignoring him, fed up with today she began venting heavily "Even then I tried to introduce myself like a decent person, but you call me annoying and tell me to leave!"
He waved, trying to get her attention, "Yaaang?"
Refusing to stop, her hair lit up and her internal temperature steadily rose, "And the cherry on top was running into some stuck up priss from Atlas decided to mock me for her own screwup!"
"Hello? Remnant to Yang?"
"Seriously, you two could totally become an item with how god awful the both of you are. I bet you'd get along just wonderfully."
"Yang!" he snapped his fingers, finally gaining her attention
"What!?" With a motion of his head he shook his head in disappointment. Behind her, the berserker felt an icy presence pool over her, accompanied by the echoed tapping of high heels. "She's… right behind me. Isn't she?" Pixie nodded glumly. Spinning around with crossed arms, Yang glowered at her rival.
"Stuck up priss huh!?" The Auditorium hushed as everyone's eyes fell to the collision of yellow and white. "You're lucky we weren't blow off the side of the cliff!" In an instant lilacs were stained red and the raging fire was about to shout back until a piece of parchment was shoved up to her face. Taken by surprise she took the paper and calmly read through it.
Weiss followed up with a perfectly rehearsed warning label of her companies products. "The Schnee dust company is not responsible for any injuries or damages sustained while operating a Schnee dust company product-"
Yang crumpled the paper in hand carelessly, "Maybe you should use caution when handling volatile substances, You're the reason we blew up!"
Weiss shouted wrathfully, "You ignited it!"
"Don't pawn off the blame on me! Nobody should wave explosives around like toys! let alone do so near someone who literally goes up in flames!" During Yang's volatile defense, she hadn't noticed Faere motionlessly steal the crumpled, singled, sheet of paper from her hand.
The brooding teen growled as he scanned the paper's sickening scripts. "Would both of you just shut the fuck up, you're giving me a migraine. Kiss and make up or get a room and leave." He proposed with an irritated scowl.
The dragon girl scoffed waspishly, "Yeah~ no, that ain't happening, especially not with ice queen here."
"Excuse you, do you know who I am? Do not speak to me in that manner or-"
The area around Pixie became unnaturally dark, "Oh for fucks sake. Be quiet." He muttered lowly still refusing to turn to the heiress. Yang's fists balled enabling the fire licking at her sides to devoured the oxygen. She watched on with shallow breath.
"No! I refuse to stand by while you insult me!" Weiss stamped a foot forward and pointed her finger at the boy's chest. "You're being disrespectful!" The peace in the room quickly withering from her cold words. "You're being childish."
Faere looked disgusted and made a shooing motion, somehow extinguishing the blonde's flames. "And you're intruding on my personal space, now be silent or I'll remove you myself." Yang could swear she could see her breath now, forming as a white mist. "I can barely handle talking to blondie here, and I'll be damned if I've got to listen to the two of you harp at each other all day like a bunch of banshees."
The room was deathly silent as the two teens stared each other down. "You wouldn't dare." The dualist hissed coldly, her voice dangerously devoid of warmth. Is he… erasing light? Yang shivered as her last flame died out.
Yang stepped between the two bone-chilling auras resulting in a drastic drop in temperature. Feeling like a block of ice, she tried to break the tension between her acquaintances trying to break the tension. "Hey, look. We all got off on the wrong foot. I'm sure we can work something out. Remember where we all are? Look around." With her reminder, Weiss scanned the room to find the Headmaster's bottomless, wise eyes peering into her.
Yang watched the icy white heiress preform a small curtsy, bowing her head apologetically. "We're sorry Headmaster, it won't hap-"
The girl's apology was cut short by a certain black-haired boy's loud sneer. "Don't apologize for me princess, it's not doing you any favors." Faere's interruption was returned by a deathly, ire filled glare from the Schnee, as if she were attempting to freeze him solid by sight alone. "So, that was your company's product correct?" Faere grinned maniacally, pressuring her to answer under the scrutinous eyes of the student body.
Weiss tapped her heels impatiently, her glare threatened Faere."Yes."
"And the canister was an SDC product as well?" A faint smirk crept across the jacketed teen's features.
"Yes." She exasperated.
"And you are the SDC heir correct?" Where's he going with this?
Her pride faltered nervously, "Um.. y-yes?" her face drained of color, "W-wait!"
Faere cleared his throat and quoted the article in his hand for all to hear, "The Schnee Dust Company is not responsible for any injuries or damages sustained while operating an SDC product. You, as the heiress, are part of the company, allowing you to legally and legitimately pass off blame to someone else because as the heiress you cannot possibly be at fault. How Atlesian of you."
"... Y-!... I-! UGH!" Several scattered students tried to quiet their laughter at the rich girl's vexation. Weiss' grip flashed to Myrtenaster's hilt but stopped at his next words. I almost feel bad for her.
With a shit-eating grin, Faere shook his finger mockingly. "Ah- ah- ah, were in the auditorium, Beacon, You wouldn't want the media running your family in circles would you? I can see the headlines now!" He brought the cold girl to a hug, pushing his hand to the sky, as if to show her something. "Schnee Heiress throws a tantrum, destroys government property, mortally wounding an upcoming hunter." He laughed coldly. "You Schnee's aren't used to taking accountability, using legality as a shield. But you're not in Atlas anymore, so get used to it." The heiress twitched in fury at his words grated on her pride, she prepared to skewer him before suddenly both of them froze in both emotion and place.
"Be quiet, the both of you!" Glynda demanded using her semblance, restaining the two. "It's unbecoming of future huntsman and huntresses to act in such a manner... Ms. Xiao Long, I applaud your effort in trying to break their argument. Thank you." Yang shivered, numb from their chilling presence, but nodded none the less.
"Ahem… thank you Glynda" Now with everyone's attention refocused to the man in charge the Auditorium fell to silence again, but in a much more comfortable atmosphere. "I'll… keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people." Yang saw the professor survey the crowd, his eyes briefly settling on the trio of misfits. "But I look among you and all I see is wasted energy." Yang frowned at the floor with clenched fists, "In need of purpose. Direction." I have a direction... She stared back at her headmaster Don't I? She doubted herself. "You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge will only carry you so far… It is up to you to take the first step."
The dragoness stroked her hair, attempting to calm herself as the speaker left, and was replaced by the witch. "You will gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed."
Weiss was trembling ferociously, boiling under her collar as she glared at the black-haired teen with immeasurable hate. The moment she'd been freed of Glynda's telekinesis she stormed off violently. The ground she had stood over had glaciated with dry ice.
The dragoness exhaled in relief. "... Thanks?" Yang turned to see Faere already moving to a secluded spot of the hall. Why even bother... The brawler gave a sigh of relief thinking back to the only person that treated her with respect, "Where's Vomit Boy when you need him?"
{-Yang-}
Crashing down on her sleeping bag, the gold-haired girl shut her eyes. She felt several pairs of eyes suffocating her, probably from the stunt at the auditorium. So much for slumber parties… At least the view's not half bad. Cracking an eye open, her eyes slipped between all the shirtless males in the room. Suddenly Jaune walked up to her with his signature dorky smile. Eeh… "Well… not exactly who I expected to show up. What's up Vomit Boy?"
"Still calling me that huh…" He mumbled something about motion sickness before plopping himself down. "So what was that all about?"
"What was what all about?"
"Yo- you know that whole 'you're the one who blew up on me' or something like that. It was a pretty big first introduction." he imitated yang's reaction during the shouting match.
Xiao Long shrugged with a mild grin, "Well when a spoiled Atlesian brat, a hothead, and an ass walk into a bar, stuff goes down." The blonde bunny knight chuckled. Reaching over, yang removed a pen and leather book from a nearby bag. With a sigh she began to write.
He looked over her shoulder, "What's that?" She paused as a vice gripped her heart.
She paused as a vice gripped her heart. "A diary…"
"O-oh sorry," He apologized, "You just didn't strike me as the type to keep a diary around."
"I'm really not... I want to have a way to recall these events for someone special" Yang returned with a light smile and feigned writing, speaking aloud, "Today I met a tall, dorky, special Vomit Boy. We met on the Aerofin where he ruined my fresh pair of boots."
"Hey!" She giggled as he pouted shamefully.
"Don't worry Vomit Boy, I'll save it for later. So how's your day going… mine's been- a bit- rough- around- the edges." She had began doing pushups on her sleeping bag.
"Ehhh… I didn't really do anything fun, no real friends either." He rocked back and forth nervously.
The blonde brawler paused and looked over, then placed her hand over her chest. "Well hey, you got me. Plus 1 friend. Better than what I've got. Two enemies and 1 friend to my name." Moving her hand to her back, yang started performing singlehanded pushups.
"... wow. That's impressive…"
"The pushups? Or my frenemy count?" 3…4…5
The knight thought for a while and shrugged. "Both I guess, Doesn't that get really tiring?" He watched on, awestruck.
"Of… course… it is. But… you… have to… push… harder." She grit her teeth as speech became pained grunts. 20… 21… 22 "You… look… weak… wanna… try?" She tittered painfully.
"Oh… um sure I guess." Jaune got on the floor and followed her lead with basic pushups.
{-Yang-}
197… 1...98… 199… 200! Yang collapsed exhausted, 200 for each arm. Some men hollered their approval at her workout. The arc was wheezing beside her only managing 43 basic pushups. He had tried to stop at 25, but she pushed him harder. He's… a good kid. "I'm dying…" He rasped out. By now almost everyone had fallen into a deep slumber.
Yang noticed the mysterious girl off to the side buried nose-first into her book, letters swimming around her lemon yellow eyes. "Hey Jaune, I'm gunna say hi to a friend, wanna come with?" The yellow dragon got a long-winded, and very pained, groan in return. "Suit yourself sleeping beauty."
Walking over she knelt down so as to not tower over the girl and gave a wave. "Hello, I'm Yang, I didn't catch your name earlier today…" She extended her hand as a gesture of goodwill. She noticed the girl's night robes were a mix of Mistralian and Minajerian design. "You... kinda walked away"
The girl glanced up, obviously unenthused. "..."
"..." Oh god not another one… please don't be like Faere…
"Blake…" The bookworm's eyes flipped back to her book obscuring her face almost as if erecting a wall of words to isolate herself of the conversation.
"Cool... cool… that's a nice bow you got there…"
"Do you have a point?" Blake's all-knowing eyes bored into Yang's soul as if to strangle the last shreds of Yang's confidence.
Crap crap crap… well it worked before. What would ruby look at? Yang noticed her book, "Watcha reading?"
{-Blake-}
Blake was caught off guard, She's interested? Her eyes darted between Yang and her text several times before answering. "It's about a man with two souls… each fighting for control over his body." She explained halfheartedly.
"That's… lovely. I'd probably not be a fan of that one." The golden brawler settled down next to her new acquaintance with renewed confidence as if drawing from an unseen force of will. "But I do know how much people love books. I used to tell my sister all sorts of stories before bed. She'd come to me begging for just one more chapter."
The hidden fauna lowered her book, peering at the ceiling with a vague glint of amusement prancing in her eyes. She sounds like a good girl. "It was one of the best times of my life, going through fairy tales of how the hero always came out on top. She couldn't get enough of it." The yellow maiden smiled to herself, "I think it's why she wanted to become a huntress…" Her voice grew somber. "Always fighting for what was right, and helping other people just because she could."
This triggered a red flag in the catgirl's mind instinctually picking up the subtext of the girl's words, "Wanted? As in past tense?" She was now alert to everything being thrown at her, whether Blake wanted to be or not.
Yang nodded and removed a printed picture from her pocket. On it was a small, little red hooded girl accompanied by a corgi and a man she assumed to be her father. In the background was yang photobombing midair with bunny ears over her sister. The red girl's innocent, loving expression melted the Blakes's heart. "She's... missing" Blake stiffened as her blood froze. "3 days ago at a dust shop, Ruby tried to stop Roman Torchwick." oh... "She succeeded, but… she chased him… and never came back." Blake tried in vain to not bend her ears in sorrow, luckily the brawler hadn't noticed.
Blake felt as if she stood at the center of a minefield, one wrong word and she risked blowing the entire discussion. "Why… are you telling me this?" She winced internally hoping to avoid a repeat of the Auditorium Disaster. What she didn't expect was a genuine, haunted laugh from her new friend.
Placing a hand on her head, she slowly shook it off and smiled gently. "I'm not even sure hahaha. Sorry…" The smile felt hollow and broken to the gothic faunus. "I didn't mean to take up your time. Please, enjoy the book… They make for great memories." Yang said softly and dispatched herself from Blake's vicinity.
"It was a pleasure to meet you." Blake waved to the haunted spirit known as Xiao Long. I guess everyone's got their problems… Blakes book suddenly felt much… much heavier.