Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any references in this story. I would like to thank the RWBY Wiki for their informative website, which was beneficial in developing this story. Basically I decided to write my first fan fiction from a first-person perspective. This is merely for entertainment purposes only. Enjoy.
Velvet and I soon arrive to the History Class, and take a seat next to Blake and Pyrrah, where Blake is on my left, and Velvet to my right. Of course Cardin is in the same class as well, but he doesn't see me as he enters and takes a seat at the other end of the classroom.
Now if you ask me how I would describe Doctor Oobleck's class, I would have to say it's like watching a tennis match. The guy moves around so much, probably from all the coffee he drinks, none of us even see his feet move! I damn near snap my neck from moving my head back and forth to keep up with him. The bright side to it is that he keeps the class awake and aware, unlike Professor Port, where you feel like you're in purgatory.
History is one of my favorite subjects, so I feel right at home in the class. At one point in the class, Oobleck asks Cardin to answer a question in relation to the Faunus Rights Revolution, to which he gives a smart-ass racist remark towards the Faunus race. I decide to step up and refresh his memory of what we discussed during lunch.
I raise my hand, "Doctor Oobleck?" Cardin flinches at the sound of my voice, knowing damn well it's me.
"Yes?"
"Pardon the interruption, sir. May I butcher Mr. Winchester's carcass and wrap him in cheesecloth?" I ask in a calm monotone voice
Cardin looks over in my direction, and I turn to make eye contact with him. He shows obvious signs of being intimidated.
"...No, Mr. Carbon. You may not..."
"Alright" as I shrug "...maybe later." as I give Cardin a glare and smirk. All he does is nervously swallow. Let's just say he shuts up for the rest of the class.
Several weeks pass, and it's nothing more than the same routine over and over again – Wake up, go to Grimm Studies, have lunch, go to History class, go to the dorm, do homework or spend time with my team, then go to sleep. The bright side of it all is that the down time allows me to sit down and get to know each of the girls on a more personal level, although I admit that there are somethings that I have yet to tell them.
To be quite honest, out of the four, I would have to say that I've been able to connect with Blake the most. Why? I guess it's the fact that we share similar interests and similar personality traits. Need some examples? Well we both share an interest in books, but she tends gets a bit defensive and blush when I mention romance novels. We both are...reserved in a sense. She usually keeps to herself and reads her books, while I tend to stay quiet until I have a good reason to speak, but don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid to stand up for what I believe in, even if it opposes the views of others.
One day, after we're dismissed from History class, I decide to head back to the dorm on my own. I arrive to find no one's around. I try to think of what I should do to pass the time, and I come to the conclusion that I'd do some pushups to warm myself up for the fight with Yang tonight, so I take my combat shirt off and toss it on my chair. Yang has been waiting patiently for weeks since she challenged my to a fight, and it was only earlier today that I decided to follow up on her offer.
I begin to do diamond pushups, getting up to 23...then I notice Blake sitting on her bed next to me, just watching. Her presence surprises me to the point where I tip over and fall flat on my back, looking up at her, my eyes bulging out of the sockets and my face being scarlet red. I slowly get to my feet, my heart racing and nearly in my throat,
"B-Blake...how long have you been...s-sitting here?" She sits there silent for a moment, focused on the scars on my chest, which no one has seen before.
"Blake..."
She looks up at me, "What really happened to you in the Army?"
I stand there for a moment, unsure of what to say.
*Sigh* "Do you remember when I said that I was 'imprisoned' by the White Fang?" She slowly nods, almost afraid to do so.
"Well...I – I, was also...t-tortured...severely, as you can see." She stands up and walks over to me, putting her hands on my chest and begins to feel my scars, while I wrap my arms around her lower back. Her soft, warm hands on my body makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up..
"They...d-did this to you?" Her eyes begin to tear up, and I wrap my arms around her to comfort her.
"Yes...unfortunately they did."
We lock eyes for a moment, not moving or uttering a word. I gently pull her in closer, and we begin to lean in to kiss. As we near each other, literally millimeters away...the bathroom door opens.
Weiss comes out of the bathroom and takes both us by surprise.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS?!" Weiss exclaims at the sight of Blake and I about to kiss, and me without a shirt on. 'Busted...'
"Uh...I – Uh" is all that comes out of my mouth. 'Is that the best you can do Shane? COME ON!'
As I try get the words out to explain myself, Weiss, just like Blake, takes notice of my scars and can't stop staring at them.
"Wha – what happened to you?" She asks, stuttering on her words.
'Bloody hell. Now I have to repeat myself.'
"Take a seat, and I'll tell the both of you" as I gesture them to sit on Blake's bed. I sit down between them; Blake to my left, Weiss to my right.
"Alright...*Sigh* it all started when my unit was tasked with attacking a White Fang stronghold. We were sent there to clear it out to help maintain regional stability. Unfortunately...it didn't go to plan. They were waiting for us, and we were ambushed. My unit was wiped out within minutes, and I was the only one to survive. I was wounded from enemy gunfire, and I tried to use the radio to call for help, but...my superiors left me for dead. Within seconds, I found myself surrounded, so I surrendered. Then a White Fang member hit across the face with his rifle to knock me out – That's how I got these scars and my red eye" as I raise my hand, which is shaking, to the right side of my face.
At this point, my eyes are beginning to fill up with tears.
"T-they took me prisoner, and began to...t-torture me."
"What did they do?" Weiss asks.
"What didn't they do..." as I sit there, staring into space.
"Shane," Blake says as she and Weiss puts their hands on my leg, and I put mine on their hands, "you can tell us." A moment of silence follows.
"Well...they started off with interrogating me for hours at a time, and put me in solitary confinement, but that didn't work. Then they started to use more...severe methods. They deprived me of sleep, food, and water, and I nearly died as a result. Then they began to beat me, not just with their fists, but with weapons as well." By this point, tears are rolling down my face.
"T-then they decided to start cutting me...a-and...skin small sections of my body – That's how I got the rest of these scars. Sometimes when I look at them, I feel the pain I endured; The burning, the chill of cold steel cutting into me, and the blood, sweat and tears running down my body..." as I rub my chest.
By now, Blake has tears rolling down her face, and Weiss is beginning to tear up as well. 'I guess the Ice Queen has a soft side as well...'
"I endured all this pain and suffering for over a month, until I was able to escape. I had to use my survival skills to make my way back to Vale, while avoiding recapture or death. To be honest...I would have rather died out in the woods than be recaptured. Even to this day, the memories still...haunt me."
Both girls reach in and give me a hug to comfort me as I wipe my tears away. "So...now you know. Now you know what I've been through. I'm not perfect...not by a long shot."
"None of us are," Blake says in a soft tone.
They both begin to express their sympathy for me, and it makes me realize that they really do care, and how lucky I am to call them my friends. I stand up, put my shirt on, and walk to the window,
"Look girls. I know all this information is difficult to process, but...please don't tell Yang and Ruby...not yet. Just wait until after the fight – I don't want Yang to go easy on me, and I'm worried of how Ruby will react. Nothing against Ruby, but she's still young, and I don't want to cause this to be an emotional burden on her." They both nod to acknowledge. Just then, Ruby and Yang enter.
"Hey guys!" Ruby says.
"So Shane, you ready for our fight?" Yang asks.
I pause for a moment, zoning out.
"Uh...Shane? You okay?"
I snap back into reality. I turn around to face them, "Oh, y-yeah, yeah. I'm good. Let's go."
We head downstairs and soon arrive at the sparing rings.
Yang and I enter the ring, while Weiss, Ruby, and Blake take a seat on a nearby bench to spectate.
Yang begins to load her gauntlets, "You ready for this?" as she gives me a smirk."
I remove my pistol from my holster and place it on a nearby table. I take my position, "Ready when you are, Blondie" as I get into a boxing stance.
"So, who goes first?" as she cracks her knuckles.
"Ladies first..." as I crack my neck. I made the decision to let her strike first, because my personal code is to not hit a woman, so her striking first will give me an excuse.
Yang starts off with running at me and throwing a punch, which I easily block. She then steps back and begins to hit me with kicks, but I continue to either evade or block. I decide enough is enough on being defensive and I soon take the fight to her. I start lobbing punches and kicks back at her. Eventually, we find ourselves in a dance of fake outs with our strikes. I soon unleash a barrage of strikes against her – Left hook, right hook, repeat, and as she tries to retaliate, I grab her hand and deliver a side kick to the ribs and release her hand as I land the strike. I end up forcing her back a short distance, but she still stands, smiling, and ready for more
"Jeez, you're tougher that you look!" She just gives me a smirk in response. That's the one things I find interesting about Yang – She always has a smile on her face when she fights.
She comes running at me trying to land a hit on me, but again, I strike her hard enough that she goes flying back. The problem – She rolls back, and fires her gauntlet in a way to propel herself at me and nails me right across the face with a punch. I scramble to my feet and prepare my next attack by drawing my baton and swinging down to extend it. Just as it locks into place,Yang suddenly stops where she is and lowers her guard.
"Come on Shane, let's kiss and call it a draw, okay?" I raise an eyebrow to her. 'There's no way I'm gonna fall this trick.'
"Hmm, okay..." as I collapse my baton and walk over to her. I begin to lean in to kiss her, making her think I'm falling for her trick.
Just as I'm within an inch or two of kissing Yang, she throws a punch at me, but I manage to catch it by grabbing her fist. I then take her arm and twist it as I flank her to the right, but release my grip as soon as I get behind her. I quickly throw my arm around her neck to put her in a headlock.
I tighten my grip in hopes of making her pass out, but she counters this by stomping on my toes, which hurt severely, with her leather platform boots, causing me to loosen my grip. I grunt in pain as she throws my arm over her head, turns around, and lobs a punch right into my chest, sending me flying back about 10 feet away from her. It's a good thing I'm wearing body armor, because that hit feels like it could have broken several ribs, if not all of them.
Just as I prepare to charge forward to retaliate, I look down and notice a small stand of blond hair stuck to my kevlar vest.
"What the– " as I pluck the hair off my vest to examine it, and soon realize who it's from...'Oh no. Please don't be what I think it is...'
I look up at Yang with widened eyes that meets her shocked expression, which quickly turns to anger. 'Ah crap...' What scares me the most in this situation is the fact that her eyes turn from lilac to red just by blinking, and her hair starts to look like it's on fire.
'I knew I was gonna regret this...'
"You...you...AHHHHHH! I'M GONNA BREAK YOU!" she screams with fury as flames emit from her body. She starts to charge at me full speed.
'This is gonna suck...'
*BAM* Yang's fist connects with my chest, and I can feel the ceramic plate inside my vest shatter like a piece of glass as I go flying back and crash into a wall with a loud thud. I go out like a light.
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