"Welcome to the annual Vale tournament! We have hunters and huntresses in training from all over the globe here today to battle for fame and glory!" The announcer cries into the microphone. We all are lined up in one huge line to sign up. There is at least a few hundred people here today, so this may take a while.
When I finally get to the stand, the man asks, "Name, age, school and weapon of choice?"
"Sirius Black, sixteen, Beacon and spells, with a little swords work."
The man looks up at me and stares. I clarify, "I blow shit up with aura like energy and am an amateur with a longsword." This seems to clear things up as he nods and writes down the information, then hands me a card with a number on it.
"Okay, like everyone else, you will need to take physical to show if you are fit to fight and an aura test to show your power level. You'll be matched with people with the closest aura levels. Please go through the door over there. You should know that if you don't meet the required level, you can not enter. Give this to your doctor." I go where the man points and enter the room to see another line. AHHH! I stand in the line, smoking to calm myself as I watch everyone go into rooms with the doctors and either leave with angry looks or advance. After a while, it is finally my turn, so I walk in. The doctor is washing her hands and facing away from me.
"Please take off your shirt and take a seat on the table." I follow the directions and hop onto the table. The doctor takes a clipboard and without looking up, reaches out. "Card." I give her the card and she writes the number down. "Okay, now to start with the physical."
She final looks up and flinched when she looks at me. I have to tilt my head like a confused dog because what about me is flinch worthy? Her eyes narrow into hateful slits and she writes something down. Ah, that's why. A Faunus hater. She tests my breathing, blood pressure and other things I don't know of, rather forcefully if I may add.
"Now, I need to test your aura. Hold still." She takes out this bar and makes me grab it. "Focus your aura into the bar. It will give me the reading." I do as she asks and direct the aura into the bar as hard as I can. My hand is engulfed in the blackish glow. "Keep going." I hold the level where it is at and after a minute, the doctors eyes widen and she stares at me. Oh what have I done this time?!
"Your level is the highest recorded today. You will be put in the S class sector to battle." She seems to gain a sadistic grin. "Good luck with that!" I guess the S class are the dangerous ones." She hands me a card with my number, name and where I am fighting. "Go here." I hop off the table, slip my shirt back over my head and leave to go wait in the designated area.
The people around me are all at least in their early twenties. Seniors at their schools I guess. It goes for five years so twenty-one, twenty-two year olds. They all just laugh at me when they see me waiting. "Lost puppy dog? D class is over there." A rather big man asks menacingly as he walks over.
"No. I am where I'm meant to be," I respond to the big man. He tries to continue, but I just ignore him and he leaves to go torment some one else.
When noon rolls around, the lines empty out as they stop letting people in and by two, we are ready to begin. "Okay, now for the time you all have been waiting for! When we call your number, please come out! The first is 54 and 212!" My number is 154, but since there is no order, I don't no when I am to leave, so I just settle in for a wait.
After seven fights, it is finally my turn. I am paired with the guy that called me a puppy. Lucky day!Walking out, I see a large crowd watching us. The ring is a thirty by thirty chunk of rock. The rules are that we can't go out-of-bounds and first to be knocked out or surrender loses.
I take my place on the far side of the arena and the man on the other. The ref asks if we are ready as the announcer yells out who we are and what not. "In the right side, we have the champion of last year's A class! The one, the only! PORCH! And his opponent, an upstart at the Beacon academy! Sirius Black! Rumor from the school is that he beat Glynda Goodwitch in a fair fight! This is going to be interesting folks!"
The match begins and Porch comes at me with a claymore. I dodge his first strike, a large telegraphed overhead swing and send a quick stunner at him. It splashes across his open face and he is out like a light. The crowd is dead silent as the man falls onto his face, not moving other than to breath. "I-I can- can't believe this... Black just beat Porch with one hit! Black is the winner of round one." Not as much excitement as I would have liked, but I raise my fist in victory and walk off the stage to join the winners. There are about eight of them including me. S class is kind of small. They all scoot away from me as Porch is carried off the stage. There is no break as the next round is started, the announcer calls up the next two and I light up another cigarette, just because I can.
I am once more called forward to face number 54, a medium sized man, who beat his last opponent to a pulp with his superior speed. The man can move as fast as Nora without her sugar. That is to say, insanely fast. His weapon of chose is a pair of daggers.
We take our place and on the signal, I break to the left as he charges me. I draw my blade, a replica I made of the sword of Gryffindor and meet him with a tight stab. Keeping the blade close to my body to keep the openings to a minimum. Blake is merciless one beating those out of me, so when the man comes up under my guard, I already knew it was going to happen.
I back step, but somehow, my blade did not come with me. It is left floating in the air and the man waves his hand, which is glowing orange, the blade is sent across the field to stab into the grass. Not getting that thing back. I sent a minor bombardment spell at our feet to give me an opening to retreat.
The rocks fly up and I jump back towards the center of the field, rolling backwards as his blades impale where my face would have been. As the dust clears we are left standing apart from each other, circling the arena, trying to stare each other down.
The man takes the initiative and pulls out a gun, a pair of pistols like Ren has without the blade. I dive to the side to avoid the dust rounds. I learned from Ruby that all the bullets are made to use dust and not gunpowder. They do not even now what gunpowder is. This being said, the bullets for the tournament are made like the shield at the testing, keeping the damage output to a minimum with the right aura around it, but can still hurt like a bitch.
I sprint around as he fires, ducking when I need to or jumping when he adjusts. I angle it so I am always advancing until I am only a little away. I burst into Snuffles and charge at the man, snarling. This gives me the pause I need and I jump at him. My should slams into his chest, knocking him off-balance and a step back.
Landing, I immediately bite his leg and pull out. Tearing a little flesh and making him fall on his back. Before I am able to subdue him more, I see the barrel of his gun in front of my eye, right before he pulls the trigger.
I feel the bullet burst my left eye and blow out the back of my skull. I lose the ability to stand and keep my form as I collapse to the ground. Vaguely, I can hear the announcer yelling, "Ju Young killed Black! Oh my dust! This is the first death in the history of this tournament! Ju Young is disqualified!" I can feel the blood falling from my wounds. Why am I still alive?! This hurts so much! So so much! So fucking MUCH! Then... Nothing. I lose all hearing, all feeling, all everything, but that blasted pain! Suddenly, something strange happens.
I feel my body burst with something and it energizes me. The feeling is like aura, but different. It relieves the pain, so fast! It's better than purified blood from a dragon! I don't care about the little pain around my eye or deep in most of my body. This rush is better than any drug I could ever take! I feel like laughing from the feeling of the energy, so I do. The black surging fire around my body whipping around like the hell fire it seems, as if to join me in my laughter!
My demented laugh echoes the arena as I stumble to my feet, the hole in my head closing. I set my sights on the man who shot me, he looks so scared! The wolf in me is pleased by this, so am I. Grinning, I show my vampiric teeth before I charge to kill the man for putting a bullet in my head. I give a cry as I pounce above him, swinging my fist down to crush him like the ant he is!
I see him roll out-of-the-way just in time, so my fist meets the stone. Somehow my hand wins and a crater bigger than I am tall spreads out. This is only a passing thought in my head. The man has out those guns again! He fires a few rounds at me, but the black energy whips out and stops the shots from getting close to me.
The man drops the guns and throws his hands above his head. "I surrender! Please! I give up!" I hear the words, but the meaning is nothing to me. I try to get him again, but he jumps away AGAIN! Growling, I circle him on all fours as he hesitantly pulls out his blades.
He takes a swipe at me, but it's so slow! I duck and give him a kick to the ribs. I hear a loud crack and he goes sailing across the arena to slam into the far wall, over the grass, getting stuck in the wall. Getting a good grip on the ground, mindless that it is stone, I launch after him as he pries himself off the wall just before I land my hit. The wall falling under the blow. "Look man! I'm sorry I shot you! I didn't mean to do it! I'm sorry! Please have mercy!"
The man sniffles like that rat did, when I found him! I take a step towards him, but my vision shifts for a second, just one second and shows what I am seeing in a clear light. An innocent, injured man, on his knees, begging for me to stop. This seems strikes a chord in me. Why?
An image flashes across my eyes, showing that I was once in many situations like this as a young child, begging Vernon to stop. This breaks me from my rage long enough for me to regain control. Shaking my head, I straighten my back, the energy disperses into my skin when one thing stands out to my more than any other. "My face HURTS! Oh My God!"
"Does that mean you aren't going to kill me?" The man asks in a tiny voice. I wave it away as I rub my eye as I go to grab my blade. When I sheath it, this seem to set off the crowd. Cheering and carrying on.
"Sirius Black wins! After coming back from the dead, he pulls out a victory!" They seem to just ignore the fact that I tried to kill him, but who cares. I continue to rub my eye as I take my seat back in the booth with the others.
I check my reflection in the nearby mirror and the results startle me. All around my eye and the top left of my face is a blood-red tribal fire tattoo. It ends at where my hair begins on the side, the bottom at my cheek bone, except for one long fang looking design that goes down to my jaw line. The top part ends just above my eyebrow.
The design seems to flow from my eye and out, when I close my eye, I see a like point where they all meet. I look up just in time to see one of the people get thrown out-of-bounds by a large man. That looks like the final match for this round. There are now only four of us left. The large man, he is decked in a medieval knights are, complete with sword and shield. The other two are medium-sized men. One uses a battle-ax that can be made into an assault rifle. Cool, but when you see Ruby's weapon, it loses its style compared to her scythe of death. The other uses a short sword and sub machine gun.
"Okay folks, we will be taking break for the semi-finals! Be back here at six to continue!" I get up and walk out of the room to go look the girls to see if they are fighting. I first head to the A's to see if any of them made it there.
I enter the arena and see that Ren is fight some big guy and crushing him with his acrobatics. In the booths, I see a lot more people than I thought would be here. There must be at least fifty still waiting to compete! Looking in the winners booth, I see Yang, Blake, Pyrrha and Ruby sitting together. I pop over between them, scaring the absolute shit out of Ruby. "S'up guys! How were your matches?"
"Mine was awesome! I got this big mean looking guy, but a few shots from my scythe and he is running away like a little girl!" Ruby explains, bouncing up and down. Someone sits on my lap as I turn to Blake to ask her how she did. I grab hold of their waist on reflex and look to see it's Yang.
"Nice Tat Sirius! Where'd ya get it?" She asks pressing herself against my body. She always likes to play with people and get them to blush.
"Got shot through the head and it healed like this," I explain to her. "Almost killed the guy that did it, but I was able to regain control of my senses before I tore him apart. Even won the match. I'm here until six for the semi-finals."
"You... Got shot through the head, and you are still talking to us now?" Pyrrha says skeptically.
I show her my fangs, "Vampire, I survive a lot of things I shouldn't, such as getting most of my limbs blown off and stomach shot out. It may hurt, and almost do me in, but with enough blood and aura or some weird ass hell fire energy, I can pull through no worse for wear. This is new though. The tattoo thing. I did do something with my aura, but I'm not sure what, hence weird ass hell fire energy."
"Well... I won obviously! The guy was a push over and just kept asking me on a date until I kicked him in the balls. Blake just stabbed hers in the leg and kicked him out off the stage. The guy was so slow!"
I look at Pyrrha for her part, over Yang's shoulder as she tries to make me blush by nuzzling up against me, seeming to fall asleep against my torso as she steadily breathes into my chest. "I just threw my spear and they jumped out of the arena to get out of the way. Didn't even get to fight the man." The amazon seems to pout at this.
"Better than my first match."
"How so?"
"I took the guy down in one shot. Apparently he was the champion last year in this class, but he only gave one bad swing before I hit him with a spell to knock him out. The crowd was, needless to say, slightly disappointed."
The girls laugh at this expect for Yang. I think she really did fall asleep. Looking down, I see she has her eyes closed, slowly breathing and slightly snoring. Yep, she fell asleep. Tightening my grip so she doesn't fall, I continue to talk with everyone. Ren joins shortly after, beating his opponent to the ground further.
He just shakes his head when he sees Yang curled up in my lap. He's has been in the same situation many times himself. Nora crashes around seven for a power nap, no matter if we are studying in the library or not. Her pillow of chose is Ren.
"So is the little princess here or did she get into B class?"
Ruby informs me of her whereabouts. "She still needs to go. Will probably be fighting in about twenty minutes if she is the last one. Some of these guys are not very good." Casting tempus, I see it is five, so I can stay for another hour.
Making small talk with everyone, we watch Weiss beat her opponent easily with a well-timed dust spell, making them crispy and out of bounds. She seems proud of herself as she sits down next to Ruby, who gives her a celebratory hug. "Yeah Weiss! We all made it!"
While to two celebrate while trying not to give away they are a couple, I ask Ren, "Nora a B class?"
"Yes. She says she was just under an A class. Jaune got to C class also. How did you do?"
I tell him that I made it to the semi-finals and I have to fight in about thirty minutes. "Shut it pillow. You're disturbing the queen of fire land," Yang mutters in her sleep, lazily swiping my head. Ruby covers her face as she tries to silence her laughter, growing red in the face, but a little giggle breaks through. Blake does a better job at controlling herself, so she doesn't make any noise.
The rest of the matches go off without a hitch, Sun being the last to fight, then they start on the second round at five fifty. I shake Yang awake gentle, so I can get to my match. "Yang, time to get up." She just mumbles and snuggles deeper into my chest. "Um... Ruby says she will have to give you a haircut if you miss your match." She sits up straight and looks around with panic filled eyes. The panic is joined by Ruby as she is going to be the target if Yang registers anything more than hair and cut.
"Please don't cut my hair! I'll fight!" Everyone snickers as she calms down.
"Relax Yang, I just needed you to wake up before I have to go back to my match. Anyway, round two is starting for you all." She looks where she is and blushes. I win! Even though I'm not playing the game. It is now, twenty to one in her favor. I let her off my lap as she stretches. "Well, I'll see you all after I win the S class. Good luck!"
I pop back into the S class booth just as Sun comes over to chat. The other contestants already there. They all turn to the sound of the pop, but when they see me, they quickly turn around and ignore me. I smell the scent of fear off the one with the short sword.
I kick my feet back and wait the five minutes for the matches to begin. "Welcome back ladies and gentlemen! We are here today to watch the semi-finals for this year's S class fighters! We have seen some amazing things already, let's watch for more! The first round is Black and Geoffrey!" I got the short sword guy.
We take our places and draw our weapons. One the go, we each charge into combat, I start with a large telegraphed swing. The man blocks the swing and goes in for a quick stab. He moves far too slow though. Just a little faster than the A class. I thought he was faster than that Ju guy? Why is he moving so slow?
I lean to the side to let the blade slide past me, then bring my free hand up and uppercut him in the jaw hard. He stumbles back and away, holding his jaw. Tossing some haphazard swings as he moves back to ward me off. I ignore them and press my advantage, ducking under his swings. I swipe his legs from under him and grab his sword arm as he goes down, twisting the arm around while he is fall to dislocate it.
"Aaahh!" The man cries as he hits the floor. I step onto his back and press him to the ground. "I give!" getting off him, I grab him by the back of his armor and pull him to his feet before popping the shoulder back into place.
"Nice fighting with you!" I tell him, patting him on the back before wander off back to the booth to watch armors and battle-ax fight it out. Armor has the advantage with defense against ax's range, but the ax cuts through his armor easily and in the end, ax gets a good hit in and cripples armor under his own weight.
I take my place when I'm called out. I think this match calls for something special, so I pull out my wand and take a dueler's stance. On the go, I send in a barrage of stunners and bludgeoning spells. The stunners hits his armor and disperses as they have no skin contact. A disadvantage of using a stunner is that if they are wearing thick armor made of metal, it stops the magic right there. On my last shot, I get a lucky hit in with a bludgeoner to the man's right arm, breaking his forearm.
The man starts retaliating with a hail of bullets, but I transfigure the ground into a marble shield. It gets broken quickly, but the man runs out of ammo before the wall comes down. Hopping over the wall, I begin another rain of spells. I cast high-powered water summoning and coat the area in the water, before casting "Glacius", the freezing charm on the water. I overcharge it so it flash freezes everything in place.
What a way to end a tournament. Disappointing. I apperate behind him and pull my blade, setting it against his throat. "Surrender?" He doesn't move. Must be the ice. I cast a fire charm by his head and he gives up while chattering his teeth. The ice had frozen his jaw shut.
Using fire charms, I circle him until he is unfrozen and can move. Sticking his shaking hand out to me, he says, "Congratulations. Wasn't that great of a fight on my part, but I stood no chance anyways. I hope to see you here next year for a rematch." I take his hand and shake it as the announcer come up on stage, trying no to slip on the ice.
"We have our winner! Sirius Black from Beacon Academy! Mr. Black! Any special words for our audience?" The man sticks his mic in my face.
"Um... Try your best at what you do and... uhh... don't get shot in the face. It rather hurts and you probably won't pull through."
This seem to make the announcer pause a bit. "Anyone you want to thank?"
"Yeah! My team, RWBY. Without them, I would not be half as good as I am now!" The announcer keeps the mic in my face. "That... That's it." the announcer looks disappointed that I didn't make a long-winded speech.
"Well, here is your prize money! 100,000 lien! Spend it well and we hope to see you back here next year!" The man hands me a suitcase. Nodding my thanks, I pop back to the A class winners booth.
I see Yang cleaning house with her opponent, hair waving around like it's on fire. Must have had her hair insulted. I pity the fool that has made that fatal mistake.
I find Ruby with the others and sit down next to them, stuffing the suitcase into my pouch. No need to openly hold one hundred grand. I flop down next to Blake, watching Yang beat the living hell at of her opponent. Some large fat woman with a big club as her weapon.
"What I miss?"
"Did you already lose?! You were gone for like ten minutes! Blake's the only one who has fought yet!" Weiss cries.
"I won, thanks for the vote of confidence princess," I say, rolling my eyes. She looks down, embarrassed at that.
"Congratulations Sirius! That was quick!" Blake says with a smile. I see her bow twitch and am stricken with a sudden urge. I reach up and scratch behind her ear. She stiffens than starts purring. I see Ruby giggling over her shoulder as I scratch deeper. She flinches slightly before curling up in my lap so I have a better angle.
Smirking, I continue to pet her head and ears as I watch Yang beat up the fat woman. Ren speaks up, "She insulted her hair and how it should be cut off to match her own. She thinks she's the most beautiful woman in the world."
I was going to answer him with some smart ass remark, but Yang lands a devastating uppercut on the woman's chin and sends her out of bounds. The woman does not get back up from the hit and makes the staff carry her limp body out. The poor men. "Wow... Yang is really pissed."
Her hair is still raging as she enters, but when she sees Blake purring in my lap, it falls and grins. "That is adorable!" She squeals as she comes over to sit next to me. She starts scratching under Blake's chin and the cat girl is soon sleeping, purring like crazy.
We continue to watch the A class battle, but I lose interest quickly as they move really slow. The only fight that holds my interest is Ruby and Ren's because they at least move faster than the S classes. Weiss was too predictable, which is strange as I always had trouble fighting her when we sparred. For some reason, I can see where her glyphes are going and can predict what they will do once they are there.
Round three begins, but Blake is excused as she is the odd one out of the twenty-five left. Sun apparently did not make it. Wiess begins the matches.
She takes her stance and zips over to the opponent using a spell to boost her forward. She gets a good hit in with a spear to the shoulder, making the man, a mace wielder, have to use one arm for his weapon. Thanks to her sparring with Ruby, Weiss easily dodges the much longer weapon and jumps in and out, leaving small wounds.
These small wounds soon becomes a terrible hindrance to the man's movement, until he has to give up after he couldn't keep his arms up. The next up were some regular people and they just wail at each other, showing some barely refined style of fighting. It is kind of hard to watch after Weiss. Compared to my friends, they are all savages swinging a piece of steel.
Next up is Ren. He goes against a Faunus, a bear type. The man is HUGE and he is carrying what looks like a tree trunk. That will hurt if someone has the misfortune to get hit by it. The bear charges and gives a SLOW overhead swing and the club slams into where Ren was, but he was already moving at the signal.
The club just crumbles the ground and shakes the arena. He's like the troll from first year, but stronger! That is a scary thought. Ren fires his pistols into the bear and he shrugs them off as mild annoyances. The man swings the club around like a stick and Ren does everything in his power to dodge it, jumping, flipping and almost flying to get away from the man.
Twenty minutes in the fight, they both are tiring, but Ren is on his last legs. None of his hits even fazes the man, but the bear is too slow to catch Ren, so they are at a stalemate. He holsters his weapon and calls the bear's victory. He knows when he is beat. The stage looks like a bombing target, craters and rubble everywhere. Nothing is fully intact.
"How is that man not an S class? That was brutal!" No one answers me. Ren waves at us and heads out of the arena, must be to check how Nora is doing.
Looking at my team, I see they look worried at the thought of fighting the bear. Well except Blake as she is still napping on my lap, purring from my absent scratches. "I hope I don't have to fight him," Ruby says worried. Weiss and Yang share the feeling. Hell, I wouldn't want to fight the guy if I couldn't kill him. I don't think I have the power to stun him for more than five seconds without depleting half my energy.
A few matches later, Yang speaks up. "Sirius, I didn't know your eyes were green." huh? Looking over to Yang she was closely examining my face. "I thought they were red?"
I pull out a metal flask and check my reflection. I do have green eyes now. Wow, it's been a long time since I saw these things. "Yeah... I was born with them. When I drink, they turn red. I guess I worked all the blood out of my system in the rights. Everyone always commented on how they are like my mother's."
She examines them more, until nodding and taking back her seat. Why did she nod? Whatever. I go back to watching the matches. Soon, Ruby is called up against this average guy. "Man, I have to fight the little girl?!"... and he gets a sniper round to the nuts on the start bell. The man passes out from the pain and Ruby is named the winner of the match.
"Th- That was awesome Red!" I laugh as she takes her place. Yang already is rolling on the ground. The rest of the girls were giggling into their hands. Pyrrha is next, but the match doesn't last long as she trips her opponent up at the start with her polarization powers and pushes him out of the arena.
Those the end of round three. Leaving thirteen people, with Bear out for the fifth round. I decide to wake Blake up, so I stop petting her head and poke her in the shoulder until she wakes up. She looks around for a second before she realizes where she is. She jumps off me and sits down with a huge blush on her face. Two for two! Ahahaha!
"You missed round 2 and 3. Ren is out, but the rest of you guys made it. You were excused for the third match." The first match of round 4 is called forward. Yang versus Pyrrha.
(Cliff hanger motherfuckers! Ahaha! Feels good to finally do one! Thanks for reading this story and I hope you enjoy it so far. I've really enjoyed writing it when I do open this file. It's snowing here, so I have more time to write as no school! Even though I don't pay attention anyways in class. Gym class anyone?! The tournament is loosely based of of the dragon ball thing with some category twists
Anyhow, please review. These are what gets me to open up this story to continue. Otherwise I'd be writing some weird cross-over like that Path of the Chemist I have on my profile. That was a spawn of a break in reviews.)