In the airship that was going to be flying towards Beacon Academy, I was scratching my head from stress. The plane was about to leave and other students were coming in. The situation where I'm currently suppressing my rage was caused by two of my friends.
One of them with black hair with numerous grey highlights was wearing a black short jacket, with a green belt wrapping his right arm. The back of jacket showed off his symbol (a mirror), which was dark grey. Within the jacket he wore a dark grey garment with 6 black buttons on the abdomen. He had a black revolver with white coating and patterns in its holster around his waist, and skinny black jeans and leather shoes with some bullet decoration finished his description.
The other one with brown hair, who was currently snoring as he slept whilst leaning on his guitar case, was wearing a dark purple hoodie and he folded the sleeves up to his elbow. He wore a brown leather cuff bracelet on his right arm and wore white t-shirts underneath. He was wearing a brown belt with four small bags can attached to his belt, and he wore that around his jeans. Also, he was wearing white head phones with his symbol imprinted (a quaver) over his hood.
"Grrrrr…"
I was anxious because I thought they were causing a bit of trouble with their ill-mannered behaviour. Well, at least Tyrian, the one with the guitar case, is causing trouble with his snoring; I noticed a few students staring at him with a smile on their face or even laugh at him.
"Hmmmmm"
With a sound, I saw the guy wearing the short jacket slowly opening his slightly sharp silver eyes. He woke up and looked towards me. Then he looked around and asked, "Hey, Neon, has the plane started to fly yet?" with a bewildered expression.
"Not yet, Nero." I said with some relief, since I had someone to talk to now. However, I noticed that his tone had become pensive. His hands were shaking for a little while and his face showed a bit of sadness for a second.
"This is what happens when we come an hour early... At least the staff let us in…" Then I sighed. I looked at Nero again and asked "Same dream?"
Nero gave a smile that seemed to say 'I cannot hide it from Neon' and looked at Tyrian's sleeping behaviour."I see that Tyrian is sleeping actively..."He changed the topic without giving me a verbal answer for my question. However, the smile he gave me was enough of an answer for me. Right after he checked Tyrian, he looked around and noticed that someone was missing."Where is Cobalt?" he asked.
"He wanted to have a look around. I'm sure he wants to check all the students one by one." I said with confidence.
Then the engine started to run without making a rough sound. "Oh, we're going…" And the airship was slowly rising in the air.
The aircraft didn't horizontally lift-off towards the sky, and instead took a vertical course. The aircraft model was powered by a dust engine. Therefore, it wasn't shaky while it took off, nor did it make a large sound.
While the airship gained altitude, Nero and I were able to see the clear blue sky through the arched window. A few moments later, the annoying sound that Tyrian was making finally stopped as he awoke from his stupid slumber.
"Oh...We're going" he said with a bewildered face, and began to rub his round dark brown eyes.
"No" I sighed. "We're still on the ground"
"Oh we are? Why did it suddenly become noisy?" Tyrian asked in confusion.
"I was being sarcastic." I was making a very disappointed face, ashamed at Tyrian's lack of common sense. "The dust engine started to run so that's probably what disturbed you from your sleep." I explained to Tyrian. Tyrian has very sensitive ears, so he can pick up sound that average humans cannot normally hear. One of the sounds that he can hear is dust movement. That's why Tyrian usually wears headphones to block off most of the sound around him.
"Oh..." He said in realisation. As soon as he showed his confused expression, the VNN news turned on."At least there is something to entertain us during the flight." Tyrian muttered while he was yawning.
"The robbery was led by a notorious criminal, Roman Torchwick..."
The VNN was showing one man with a dirty face who had orange hair and wearing a white coat with a grey scarf.
"A robbery in a dust shop? Why would someone rob a dust shop for money?" Nero wondered and gave a one hand gesture to express his inability to understand.
"Maybe he wanted something else other than money," I said while he was still in thought. "If his objective was cash, a dust shop is the last building he'd rob since some of the dust shop keepers are capable of using magic or a dust weapon. If I had to rob a dust shop then I'd rob it for the dust."
"Dust?"Nero was interested in my theory and asked me to continue.
"I only made this conclusion, because the only physical substance that a dust shop has and other shops don't is dust." Instead of me saying four different sources which brought me to this conclusion, I just said one source and quickly finished my theory as I was afraid of giving a full explanation.
"Thank you, Cyril. In another news,"
When I concentrated on the news again, announcer Lisa was announcing the Faunus protest.
"This Saturday's Faunus Civil Rights protestturned dark when members of the White Fang-"
"White Fang, they're causing trouble again huh." Tyrian said this with a worried tone and made a very thoughtful face. "I hope they're not going to do something worse though."
"I hope so too." I responded with concern.
Then I heard the beep sound. The VNN was turned off and a witch, a middle aged lady with blonde hair and a pair of glasses appeared. "Hello and welcome to Beacon,"
Tyrian yawned again and asked, "Who's that?"
"My name is Glynda Goodwitch-" As soon as she said her name, I recognised her. She was one of the instructors of Beacon Academy and a skilful huntress. I was slightly excited since I heard how great her mage skills were and I assumed that the other teachers in Beacon would be as skilful as her.
"Oh," Said Tyrian "Well, I'm going back to my quick sleep" Then he closed his eyes again.
"I hope you're going to wake up by the time we get there." I was giving him an apathetic look and greatly hoped that he would listen.
"I'm sure he'll wake up," Nero said with a smile and didn't show a sign of worry. "Look, everyone is looking back at Signal academy and the city."
I noticed that most of the students were looking at the city and Signal after instructor Goodwitch's speech, and I assumed that the majority of the students were from Signal, unlike the four of us.
'A special invitation huh…' I was in that thought and looked at Nero. Nero was eighteen years old unlike me and Tyrian, who were seventeen, and Cobalt was a year younger than me. Cobalt and Nero had gained a special invitation to be in Beacon, because a certain huntsmen had noticed their skill and talked to Beacon personally. On the other hand, Tyrian and I were able to get through the entry exam. For around 2 or 3 years, the four of us had been trained under a single instructor, and naturally we became close friends. Close enough to know what each other had gone through...
I gazed on Nero's thoughtless and pensive expression while he looked at the empty sky. He was shouldering an empty guilt, something that wasn't his fault. And yet in his guilt, he was dreaming the same dream over and over again…
When I concentrated back to my surrounding, I noticed one blonde guy showing illness with his pale blue face. With the staggering action and expression that he was showing, I formed a conclusion...
"Please, don't tell me he's going to vomit-" I desperately denied the conclusion that I had reached, but as soon as I said it out loud, the blonde guy with an old fashioned armour spilled vomit in the corridor and a fraction landed on my favourite/only battle shoes.
"Just stay away from me." Nero asked in a concerned tone and started to walk backwards in an attempt to get away from me.
It seemed that I wasn't the only one who had been puked on, as I saw a red hooded girl try to get away from her blonde friend, who, unfortunately, had a bit of puke on her shoes as well. "Get away from me! Get away from me! Get away from me! Get away from me! Get away from me! Get away from me!" chanted the red hooded girl in panic.
"I hope Beacon has spare shoes for me to borrow..."
I don't think this day could get any better.