Super Neo-io Brothers
Chapter 2
DAISY REPEATEDLY TAPPED HER FOOT ON the wooden floor, her fingers moving in tandem against the cushions of her red velvet chair. She breathed slowly, but deeply, her eyes closed.
She heard a yawn from her right, followed by a soft "excuse me." Daisy opened her eyes, and glanced at Rosalina, standing tall beside her. She had long, blond hair, her right eye covered by the locks. The other eye, not She wore a simple blue top, the bottom cut short to reveal a portion of her midriff. Her large breasts pushed the front of the shirt up, showing off even more of her smooth stomach. Below that, she wore a pair of dark blue jeans, her thighs seeming to almost stretch the denim.
Daisy then moved her eyes to her left, where Peach sat in the other chair, her back straight, instead of slumped like Daisy's. She wore a thin black blouse, on top of a frilly pink skirt. Her posture was 'proper,' with one of her legs resting on top of the other. Her long, golden hair cascaded down her upright back. Her blue eyes stared straight ahead at the empty wall, unfocused.
Daisy stood, stretching her arms towards the ceiling. Her bright red shirt was lifted by her elevated shoulders. She reached into the pocket of her jeans, and pulled out the scroll that she was given. They didn't have fancy things like this in the mushroom kingdom.
She watched in awe, for the millionth time, as the scroll opened up to reveal a small screen, shining like a miniature, blue sun. Nine dots were spread out evenly across the thin, fragile screen; the password.
She slid her finger along the dots, connecting one to another. Elegantly, she made a pattern across the square of dots, and the scroll unlocked. She moved her finger from side to side, moving the home screen over to the side, giving way to even more space.
"Daisy." Peach said, her soft voice stealing Daisy's attention from her scroll. "Have you figured out how those things work?" Peach's posture had not budged, but her eyes were gazing at Daisy's small device.
Shrugging, she closed the scroll, the screen turning black just before the two small pieces of metal—the main body of the scroll—closed together. "No. Not really." she said.
Peach nodded, and then turned the upper half of her body, towards Rosalina. "What about you, Rosalina? Any luck?"
The tall woman shook her head, smiling softly.
Peach frowned. "One day." She spoke softly, almost too quiet for Daisy to hear. "I'll understand the mysteries of this world."
A door to their left creaked open, and in walked a tall, gray-haired man. In his hand was a small, white mug.
Finally! Daisy thought.
"Sorry to keep you all waiting. Setting up for the opening ceremony took longer than usual." He said, swishing the liquid in his mug around before taking a sip.
"You better be s-" Daisy started before getting an elbow to the gut.
"—That's alright, sir. We weren't waiting long." Peach interrupted. "Are you professor Ozpin?"
He nodded as Glynda walked in behind him. "I am."
Rosalina took a step forward. She seemed to tower over this man. He was not—by any means—considered short, but next to Rosalina, he seemed to be much more than that. "It's wonderful to meet you, Professor Ozpin." She said, extending a hand. "My name is Rosalina Chiko."
Ozpin smiled, and accepted her handshake with his free hand.
Peach stood next, reaching her hand out as well. "Peach Toadstool."
Daisy sighed, and stood. She could feel her legs protest as she did so. Sitting down for as long as she did was not good for her thighs. "Daisy Sarasa, she said after Ozpin shook Peach's hand.
Ozpin was the one to offer the hand shake this time, and Daisy took it begrudgingly. First impressions? She didn't like him. He made her wait for at least fifteen minutes.
"I hope you will all enjoy your time here at this school. After the ceremony in an hour, we'll get your weapons picked out, as well as your combat outfits." Ozpin said, smiling.
Daisy perked up. The idea of regular school had—surprisingly—distracted from the main reason she even agreed to join Beacon.
She was going to be trained in the ways of a huntress.
"NEO, WAIT UP!" RUBY CRIED, ATTEMPTING to catch up to her. She wobbled as she followed behind Neo across the courtyard of Beacon Academy. Ruby's red cloak flowed behind her like a flag in the wind, her hood flopped up and down as she ran. Her black and red skirt twirled as she ran, while her torso stayed stiff, contained in a black corset.
Neo glanced back, but didn't stop. Ruby could catch up. Neo could hear her boots clacking against the stone ground, standing out against the sound of other people's feet lightly tapping the cobbles.
Neo wore her white jacket, cut off below her chest, the front hanging low. A thin, black shirt lay underneath,tucked into her black pants. Around her neck was a small bundle of black pearl necklaces. Clipped to her waste was her weapon of choice, Hush. A pink umbrella.
"Neo…" Ruby whined finally catching up to her. She struggled to match her pace as they walked. "Why are you so mean?" She drew out the "e" sound, somehow adding to her whininess.
Neo simply pointed towards the large auditorium ahead of them. Hundreds of people were slowly filing into the building. Neo caught a glimpse of Yang's bright yellow hair. She didn't know Yang too well, but she could recognize her messy head of hair anywhere. She also had other recognizable… assets.
"Is that where we're going?" Ruby asked following her finger. "What's over there? What's happening?"
Neo shook her head. How would Ruby ever get anywhere without her?
"Yeah, what's going on over there?" A male voice said from behind Ruby. They both turned to find a tall, blond huntsman in training. He had shining white armor on his chest, a simple, black hoodie underneath, and plain blue jeans. Clipped to his belt was a sword, snug inside its sheath.
Neo simply stared at him. After a while, trying to tell people that you couldn't talk got irritating.
"Uh…" He looked visibly uncomfortable. That tended to happen. She would stare at people until it became awkward, then they'd just leave her alone.
He turned to Ruby. "Why won't she answer me?" he asked.
Ruby smiled sweetly. "She's mute, dude."
His eyes widened. "I—"
Before he could speak, Neo retrieved her umbrella from her waste, and thrust it at the boy's face. It stopped inches from his nose. She met his eyes, and narrowed her own.
The art of intimidation. Neo had almost perfected it. At least, people like him made it seem that way. She wasn't actually sure if it would work on most people.
"What's your name?" Ruby asked, pushing the umbrella away, ruining Neo's act of superiority. It wasn't often she could pull something off like that on someone so much taller than her.
He hesitated, still holding eye contact with Neo, before turning to meet Ruby's eyes. "Uh—Jaune. Jaune Arc." he said. He blinked, slightly shaking his head, as if attempting to rid his mind of what just happened.
"Jaune Arc, huh? Rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? I'm Ruby Rose, and this is Neo Politan. Don't mind her grumpiness, she's usually like this.
"Ah." he said, nodding. "Anyway, do you have any idea what we're doing, or where we're supposed to go?"
Ruby should her head. "No clue. I'm just following Neo. We'd probably start heading where everyone else is, though."
Ruby turned around to start moving with the crowd, she slammed face first into someone who was walking the opposite direction.
"Ow!" she cried, falling to the ground, taking the other person with them, who also cried out in pain.
"What are you doing, you dolt! Can't you watch where you're going?" said a whiney voice. Neo looked over at where Ruby had fallen, stopped.
Entangled with Ruby's body on the ground, was a Schnee. The white haired girl stood, pushing off of the young girl beneath her to do so. Brushing off the skirt of her white dress, she whined as she noticed a black briefcase, open on the ground. Dust crystals lay scattered across the ground, the varied colors glistening in the setting sun.
"You idiot!" She exclaimed, bending down to pick them up. "Do you have any idea how fragile these things are? We could have exploded ourselves to Hell just now!"
Ruby sat up groggily, gazing at the dust crystals laying still around her.
"Are you even listening?" the Schnee complained. "You could have blown us all to smithereens!" She picked up the last dust crystal, and closed the black briefcase.
Neo stepped up, and unhooked her umbrella, swiftly swinging it underneath her arm, and placing the tip just under the Schnee's chin. She jerked her head to the side, implying she should move on.
"Excuse me?" she said, gaping. "Just whom do you think you're threatening?"
"Weiss Schnee." a calm, beautiful voice said. They turned to find a woman with long, black hair, an equally black bow resting atop her head. She had an intricate black and white top, revealing a small portion of her midriff, as well as black jeans, covered from the knees down by tall, black boots. "Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. One of the largest producers of energy propellant in the world."
Weiss smiled. "Finally some recognition!"
"The same company," she continued "infamous for it's controversial labor forces, and questionable business partners." Neo smiled.
"Wha—how dare you! The nerve of—" she stuttered. "Augh!" She turned around, and stomped off with the crowd, people moving out of her way.
"What a grouch." Ruby said.
Jaune shrugged. "I dunno. Kinda turned me on."
All three of them stared at Jaune. Neo's face contorted in disgust.
"What?" he asked. "I can't control Little Jauney down there!"
The black haired girl grimaced. "You better keep it under control or I'm afraid your little friend will have to be… eradicated.
Jaune hesitated, then shuddered. "I don't think you realize how painful that would be. Let alone how useless I'd be as a human being."
Ruby turned around, probably to try and hide her bright red face. Talking about a guy like that made her uncomfortable.
"Anyway," Jaune said. "Enough about Jaune Jr.. What's your name?" he asked the girl with the bow.
"Blake." she said. "Now we need to hurry if we don't want to miss the opening ceremony."
Ruby cocked her head. "Is that what's happening? Yang didn't tell me, so I wasn't sure."
"Yang?" Blake raised a brow.
"Yang's my older sister. I think you'd like her." she said, turning away from the small group. She began to make her way down the stones to the auditorium-esque building, Neo just behind her. Blake and Jaune followed after them before too long.
As they approached, Neo spotted a head of bright yellow hair, accompanied by a pair of large, lilac eyes. Yang.
"Yang!" Ruby shouted, drawing out the 'a' in her name as she bolted across the courtyard. Clearly, she saw her too. The older girl turned, a smile parting her lips as she saw Ruby running towards her.
"Ruby!" she yelled, opening her arms wide as Ruby ran in between them to hug her sister. "Are you excited to become a real huntress in training? And at the same time as your older sister, too?"
Blake frowned as she caught up. "Wait, the same time? How old are you, Ruby?"
Yang smiled at the black haired girl. "She's only fifteen, same with her friend Neo."
Glancing over at Neo for the first time, Blake nodded in understanding. "How were you guys accepted? I've never heard of anyone so young getting into Beacon. Let alone two people."
Ruby shrugged, leaving Yang's embrace. "Not sure. Ozpin watched us fight some criminals or something, and asked if we wanted to join Beacon. Of course, we had no reason not to, so we said yes."
Neo nodded, smiling. She did enjoy choking people to death with her thighs. Hopefully, she'd be able to do that again.
"You girls better get in there." Ozpin's voice said from behind them. "It's about to start." He smiled as they all jumped at his insertion to the conversation.
"Ouch." Jaune said, turning to walk away.
The small group laughed, Yang's by far the loudest. "What's wrong, vomit boy? Being a girl isn't all bad."
He froze, standing up straight. "Y—You saw that?" he stuttered, turning his head to meet her eyes. "I—I… uh…"
Yang burst out laughing. "Everyone on the entire ship saw that. I don't think you're ever going to live that down."
Ruby cocked her head. "What happened?" Her eyes glimmered with curiosity, and a little bit of that demonic sadism that she hid so well with her innocence.
"Well," Yang started as Jaune let out a groan, burying his face in his palms.
"Storytime can wait." Ozpin butt in, cutting Yang's story short. "Get in the auditorium. I can't really start without all of you there, y'know."
Yang pouted, but complied.
Neo smiled to herself as she made her way towards the now full auditorium. She noticed, however, a woman with bright red hair, and clothes patterned after a bronze armor, her large cleavage on display along with her shoulders. She wore a miniskirt, it's black fabric tight against her thighs, along with bronze colored boots. On her wrists were bronze colored vambraces, with black gloves covering her hands.
Green eyes, lined with green eye shadow, remained focused on Jaune, as she walked past them, and into the auditorium. She only turned away when looking at him meant turning her head more that ninety degrees.
With a brow raised, Neo stepped inside the large building. She watched as Ozpin, as well as one of the other teachers, closed the large, metal doors behind their group. With haste, the older man walked up to the stage. Glynda was standing tall near the back, giving the headmaster a glare. She was good at those.
"I'm sorry about that wait." he said as he approached the microphone. "Welcome, to Beacon."
BEACON WAS A GRAND PLACE. A brilliant tower erected in the middle of a wide, almost shining courtyard. The city of Vale surrounded the entire thing, full of little shops and residences. It was the city of Daisy's dreams.
Oh, how she would have loved to explore the wondrous city that was Vale. Instead, however, she was stuck listening to Ozpin drone on about the dangers and wonders of becoming a huntsman. Couldn't she just pick her weapon already? Ozpin's voice was more soothing than most men his age, but she could only listen to so much of it.
She yawned, catching the attention of Peach, standing just a few inches taller than her. The blonde gave her a soft elbow to the ribs. "You should really pay attention, Daisy." she whispered. "The things he's saying will be extremely useful to our survival in this world."
"You are released to the main hall, where there will be sleeping arrangements made for all of you. If you have any questions, come see Glynda, or one of the other teachers standing up here. We'll meet back here at eight o' clock tomorrow morning. Don't be late." he bent down slightly, bowing for the crowd of students. He then glanced at her, Peach and Rosalina, nodded, and stepped off to the side, disappearing behind the doorway in the side of the auditorium.
That was their queue. Students began filing out of the building or onto the stage to talk to Glynda. The three of them followed the crowd of students onto the black stage, but broke off, and followed Ozpin behind the stage, she squinted as she walked past the huge lights that beamed onto the stage.
Ozpin was waiting for them, coffee mug in hand. He swished it around a bit before taking a sip. "You girls ready to pick your weapons?"
Finally, Daisy thought, grinning. "You bet your—" she stopped herself. Peach had asked her to work on her language. She didn't know if people would be offended by it. "Yes."
Ozpin chuckled. "Great." He opened a door, and beckoned them through. Through said door was a large, spacious room. Lining the walls were tons of weapons, ranging from swords, to guns, to hammers. Daisy's eyes widened as she laid them upon the glistening blades, and shining barrels.
"I have a bunch of these for you to choose from. Or" he turned around, and made his way to a small computer. "You can design your own."
Grinning, Daisy bolted over to the small, electronic box. She cycled through the types of weapons displayed on the screen with her finger. Guns, Swords, Knives… There were too many choices.
"What kind of weapon did you want, Daisy?" Peach asked, stepping up behind her.
"I dunno, ye—" She froze. "Hammer." she said, tapping on the small Icon. The next couple hours were spent designing all their weapons.
Peach settled for the pink parasol she always carried with her. However, she also now carried a pair of thin blades. Both of which were stored inside the cane of her parasol. On the end of the handles were heart shapes. Not too fancy, but enough to fight with.
Rosalina, surprisingly, chose guns. In her left hand, she held a golden revolver, the barrel's end shaped like a star. In her right hand, she held a frickin' gatling gun. Also a brilliant golden color.
Daisy held—with both her hands—the large, charcoal black, metal shaft to a beautiful shining gold hammer head. Her right hand rested snugly against a red handle, taking up only a small portion of the overall length. The ends of the large, golden head were blood red, with a layered design, intending for it to take on the look of one of those squeaky hammers. Looped through the bright red hilt—just below the head—was a chain, which was currently tied in loops at the base of the hammer's shaft. She had plans for the chains when she got the outfit Ozpin promised he'd have made for her.
"Those are some… unique weapons." Ozpin said, sipping from his mug. "Of course, it's probably best that they are."
"Follow me, ladies." Glynda said, catching their attention. How long had she been watching them? "Hand you're weapons to the security guards, and I'll take you to the main hall." Both Peach and Rosalina bowed, slightly, emitting a small "thank you."
Daisy let out a small yawn as she left the auditorium, and followed Glynda across the courtyard. Peach shook her head slightly at Daisy's 'poor manners.' She never understood what was so wrong with yawning. It was just letting other people know—without having to tell them directly—that you're tired.
"Starting tomorrow," Glynda said without turning to look at them. "We'll be helping you pick out your clothes. Then at noon, we'll help sort you all into teams."
"How would we be sorted?" Peach asked, cocking her head.
"You'll see. It won't be random, though."
"You haven't decided yet, have you?" Daisy said, smirking.
The woman finally turned her head to meet her eyes. "Don't get cocky, Ms. Sarasa. I won't hesitate to…" she held up her riding crop. "Punish you."
The corners of Daisy's mouth twitched upwards. She shivered slightly, and not from the cold. She noticed Peach's worried glance in her direction. She knew.
After several minutes of walking across the campus of Beacon, they stumbled upon another large building. This one, however, had more of a box shape than the previous dome-topped auditorium. The stone walls were lined with tall windows, light pouring out from them.
When Glynda threw open the doors, Daisy got a full view of probably every student attending Beacon Academy. There were hundreds of these losers. They all quieted down as soon as they spotted glynda 'glamorously' walking in, he hips almost plowing into the air on either side. She knew the students feared her to some degree, and walking like she owned the place—and probably them along with it—just empowered that oddly sexy terror.
Students in pajamas parted the way for them as Glynda stepped through the room. She pointed towards the wall next to some other girls. "Your bags are already over there, filled with the clothes you picked out in Vale yesterday. The bathrooms are just through those east doors. Get changed quickly, we'll be turning out the lights soon."
Daisy nodded, mostly so the witch wouldn't keep talking. The room began to fill up with banter and noise once again. Sighing, she walked over to the bags that had been laid out for them. "Can't I just, y'know, sleep naked?" she asked Peach next to her, who was bending over, searching through the large bag.
Her eyes widened as her face reddened. "What!" she exclaimed, still almost in a whisper. "But Daisy, there are guys over there!"
Daisy rolled her eyes, and grabbed a sleeveless shirt, and a pair of sweats from the bag. "Fine." she said, walking past Peach. She lightly slapped her rear, causing her face to turn even brighter, and a small squeak to escape her lips.
"Daisy!" she said, furrowing her brow.
She snickered, making her way to the changing room. She ignored every guy trying to make eye contact and talk to her, even pushing a few out of her way.
"Why did you do that, Daisy?" Peach whined as she caught up to her. "That's inappropriate."
The doors to the women's bathroom were now closed, with the lights turned off. Everyone else had already changed. "Oh, Princess." Daisy said, tsk-ing. "You really need to get out of this 'royalty' act. We're not in the Mushroom Kingdom anymore."
Peach, narrowed her eyes as she stepped into the bathroom, just behind Daisy.
"You've gotta stop being a princess, and starting acting like a regular, teenage girl. Remember what that old man said? We have to keep it a secret." Rosalina walked in, already taking her shirt off. "And you acting like a princess all the time is going to blow our cover. Who knows what will happen if people find out."
Rosalina scoffed as she lowered her jeans to the ground. "They're going to figure it out." she said, her smooth voice echoing off the tile walls. "It's probably really obvious we're not from around here."
Frowning, Daisy removed her top as well. "I was trying to get Peach to be a little bit more… adventurous. She's too pent up to last a second in this world. Did you see what half those girls were wearing?"
"Stuff like this?" Rosalina said, pulling half a shirt over her head. It was enough to cover her breasts, and not much more. Again, Peach's face reddened.
"Are you really going to show so much skin?" she asked, appalled.
"Oh yeah." she said in a low, sexy voice. She hoisted up a thin pair of shorts that—with Rosalina's… well endowed rear—really emphasized the term 'shorts.'
Peach let out another small chirp, and covered her eyes from Rosalina's 'obscenity.'
"See?" Daisy said. "That's what I'm talking about!" she said, pulling on her sleeveless shirt. She shouldn't react this way about seeing other girls' skin! She's grown up isolated in a castle, and has never had to change in front of anyone but the toads! Which—I'm pretty sure—are genderless!"
Peach turned away. "Well you don't have to be so rude about it, Daisy. I'm trying my best okay! It's not everyday that you get taken to some far away place, where you don't know anyone or anything."
"But—"
"No!" she yelled, tears now forming in the corners of her eyes. "At least when I was with Bowser, he was nice. All he cared about was getting back at Mario, not me! He gave me a suite nicer than what those piece of crap toads could ever do! But now I'm in an uncomfortable, unforgiving, and ruthless place like this, and I'm stuck with you!"
Tears were now cascading down her face like a waterfall. Daisy glanced at Rosalina, who gave her a soft glare.
Daisy closed her eyes, and breathed in. "I'm sorry, Peach. I didn't know this was that hard on you. I've always grown up just 'going with the flow.' I was made a Queen only three months ago, and before that, I wasn't really considered much of a Princess. I guess I've always just been adapting to whatever was thrown at me."
Peach looked up at her, whipping her eyes. "Wait, what?"
Rosalina stepped forward. "You're a Queen?"
Daisy stopped. "F*ck."