A/N:
Hello everybody!
First of all, sorry for not updating the Beast, I just had this idea for this story and I felt like I had to write it down.
It's a strange idea, I know, but please tell me what you think of it and if I should continue it.
Before you ask, yes, this is a Bumblebee story containing lots of fluff (at least that is the plan).
I won't bore you any longer.
Enjoy!
Edited version: 07/13/2016
May contain side effects
Chapter 1:
Illegal Dust
"Get her!"
"She's getting away! Quick!"
Blake Belladonna sprinted down a small opening between the shipping containers scattered all over the docks.
Bullets flew through the air as the gap between her and the soldiers dressed in white diminished. She rolled into cover behind one of the smaller crates, as the bullets started tearing the front of it apart.
She was breathing huge lungfuls of air, while her heart was pounding. She had been running for quite a while now. Her training helped her brain stay clear though as she mentally browsed through her options.
The raven-haired girl was running low on ammunition and her team members were too far away. It would even take too long for her fearless leader to arrive as the White Fang were getting closer by the second. Blake suffered from numerous bruises and cuts, hampering her movement. A large bullet wound was blocking any motion at all with her left arm, staining her black vest in a dark red color.
Even her aura was at a bare minimum, the battle had been waging for quite a while. It was so low she didn't even have enough to use her semblance nor did it deflect the bullets anymore. The wound on her shoulder made that clear.
'Well this is just fan-fucking-tastic, isn't it?'
She had somehow managed to get separated from the rest of her team during the fight. A massive explosion had caused a container to fall down and block her path. The White Fang had forced her to flee as they fired their hail of bullets.
As the sound of footsteps grew closer she realized something. She may be outgunned and outnumbered, but she wasn't outmatched. Blake was still a Huntress dammit! One of Remnant's finest warriors!
If she was going to have to fight till the end, then so be it. But not without taking as many White Fang soldiers as she could with her.
She was shaken out of her thoughts as she felt, to her surprise, one more clip of ammo in her pocket. It had been stowed deep, so she must have missed it. Taking it out she noticed something wasn't quite right with the bullets.
They looked like Dust crystals, but in a color she had never seen them in before. It was a mixture between black and white stripes, glowing faintly in the dark night.
She remembered what they were.
Team RWBY was overlooking the docks from their vantage point on top of a roof. It didn't take long till they saw the familiar bullheads appearing. They landed next to the stacks of containers filled with the finest Schnee Dust. The doors opened and a bunch of white clad soldiers ran out of the aircrafts.
The team's intel seemed to be correct. The White Fang had indeed planned another Dust theft at the docks that night.
Ruby unfolded her scythe before whispering to the rest of her team: "All right, this is it. Let's go before they can get away!"
She leaped off the roof, landing silently with a roll. The scythe wielder used her semblance to charge at the oblivious soldiers, leaving behind her trademark rose petals. Her sister, Yang, was quick to follow while Blake drew Gambol Shroud, her sword.
All of a sudden Weiss stopped her by putting her hand in front of the Faunus girl.
She gave Weiss a curious look and the heiress quickly said: "Hold on a minute, Blake, I've got something for you."
Weiss opened one of her pockets and took out a magazine filled with Dust.
"What is it?" Blake asked, her eyebrows raising.
"It's a new form of Dust, recently found in one of our mines. My father send some to me to try out, but we don't know the elements or abilities yet. I want to give you some because your semblance is compatible with Dust in a special way. It would help the research if you were to try it.
But like I said, we don't know the effect or possible side effects yet, so I wouldn't particularly recommend using it." Weiss explained before handing over the cartridge.
"Then why are you giving it to me now?" Blake asked.
"I'm not quite sure myself. But it could potentially save your life." Weiss answered.
Blake accepted the cartridge with a rare smile. "Thanks, Weiss, I'll be sure to remember that."
The comfortable silence was interrupted by the sounds of Crescent Rose and Ember Celica. Shouting and heavy machine gunfire soon followed.
"It seems our fearless leader and her brute of a sister have already engaged the enemy."
"Well then, let's not keep them waiting. Shall we?"
"Please, after you."
The black and white duo jumped off the roof to aid their teammates.
Blake and Weiss had been growing closer to each other since the night of the raid at the docks. That same night Blake's heritage was revealed to her teammates.
The heiress was acting less cold than usual, something Blake was very grateful for. She herself was beginning to open up and become more social. She was beginning to see why her teammates enjoyed being with friend. There were nights where she actually hung out with Ruby and Yang. A few times she even decided to have a nice chat with Weiss instead of reading one of her many novels. She only read good novels of course, those who said they were smut had absolutely no taste in the fine art of literature.
She was glad she could call the white-haired girl her teammate and, most importantly, her friend.
Now the heiress could even save her life, or destroy it. She hesitated a moment while she stared at the weird Dust. But honestly, what had she to lose?
Her options were firing this Dust or charging towards the enemy and getting killed in the process. To be honest, the former looked a lot more attractive than the latter.
Knowing what she had to do, she skillfully loaded the cartridge into Gambol Shroud with one hand. She reloaded and flipped the blade down to increase her aim. There weren't a lot of Dust crystals in the clip, so she couldn't afford to miss a single one.
The sound of footsteps was now hearable as the soldiers were about twenty feet away from the crate she was hiding behind.
This was it, she knew it.
Her heart rate was increasing by the seconds. Unlike her straining muscles, her mind was strangely calm and focused. It felt like it knew that being nervous would lead her to her demise. Adrenaline was now flowing freely through her body, making it far more energetic than it was a few moments ago.
The hail of death stopped for a few seconds, she guessed the soldiers had to reload their assault rifles and pistols.
Taking her chance, she got out of the safety of her cover. Realizing that leaping over the crate was near impossible with her damaged arm, she decided to do a full-on dolphin dive. She took a deep breath and leaped.
While her body was sailing sideways through the air, time seemed to slow down.
She could see the surprised eyes of the soldiers, about five of them, even underneath their white masks. They were trying to reload faster as they noticed Gambol Shroud aimed at them. A few of them had already managed to put in their new clips, but it was too late none the less.
The raven-haired Faunus raised her pistol in front of her, aiming at the soldier closest to her.
She pulled the trigger.
A huge energy shockwave blasted out of the barrel. When it reached it's target, it created a giant explosion, taking down everything in a radius of fifty feet. The soldiers were knocked off their feet as the powerful blast hit them full in the front.
She didn't even have time to wonder if they were dead or alive. The huge recoil of the shot made her sail through the air. Her head collided hard with a big metal container.
Her vision faded, as she slid towards the ground. Not only did she feel excruciating pain, an unknown energy began spreading through her entire body from her arm.
Just before the darkness took her, she saw Gambol Shroud lying next to her head, seemingly untouched. She felt strangely relieved before she finally fell unconscious. She seemed to be caring more about her sword than her own well being. Strange, isn't it?
Darkness, that's all she had been able to see for what seemed to be forever now. She had lost any sense of time.
Blake was completely disoriented as she was sitting in a completely black room. She had never seen the chamber before. Not that the darkness helped her observing it, even with her enhanced eyesight.
She had the feeling she was going insane, it was just so fucking boring in the chamber. As far as she could tell, there was no furniture at all. She didn't even have a book with her, not that she would have been able to read it. To top it all off she was suffering from headaches that only seemed to grow worse.
Blake knew she was a bit of antisocial person with a preference of the night, but this was taking it a little too far, even for her.
'Out of the frying pan and into the fire.' She chuckled darkly. 'Speaking of, I could really use a fire.'
All she could do was move, sit and feel around the nothingness. That was it. She could even go to sleep for Dust's sake!
The room was eerie quiet, making her mind balance even more on the edge of sanity. The silence somehow managed to hurt her ears, as it created an unfamiliar pressure. She shivered a bit as the temperature of the room was ice cold.
It hadn't taken long for her to figure out that the room, wherever it was, wasn't real. It made her wonder though, was she in her own head? Was her body still unconscious? Or worse, was she in a coma? Was she even inside her own body? Was this Yang's brain? The emptiness certainly seemed to point in that direction.
When somebody has a lot of time to spend they begin to ask themselves weird questions. Blake Belladonna was no exception.
Not that she thought her partner was stupid or something, her mind just seemed to be living on its own right now. Blake was just there to go along for the ride.
She was getting bored and began fumbling with her pockets. All of a sudden she felt an object inside one of them. Taking it out, she noticed it was a lighter. 'Strange I can't remember putting that there. My mind must be playing tricks on me.'
When she glided her finger along the cold surface, she felt a weird engraving on the side. It felt like some sort of emblem. Of course she couldn't see it because was too damn dark!
She decided to flick it on. A glimmer of hope rose inside of her as a flame appeared. The tiny flame flickered and died not even a second after it appeared however. The short duration wasn't nearly long enough to illuminate the room.
Surrendering to the sadistic force of the room, she sat down and began flicking the lighter continuously. None of the fire it created stayed to make her see anything besides her own legs.
What it did though, was creating warmth in the ice cold room. It kept her mind from not going completely mental and the headaches seemed to hurt much less. All due to the faint but distinctive glow coming from the little piece of machinery in her hand.
Klik
Klik
Klik
After flicking it on for what seemed to be the millionth time, Blake heard something else.
It sounded like a faint voice that seemed to be coming from outside of the room. At the same time she somehow heard in her head. The voice sounded fogged, so she had a hard time understanding everything it said.
"…Blake…please…wake…Weiss…happened?"
As the voice stopped talking, she recognized who it was.
"Yang?" Her voice echoed through the room.
But instead of the response she was hoping to get, a small crack suddenly appeared in one of the black walls. A beam of light began shining through.
The warm ray shone upon the wall on the other side and illuminated what seemed to be a golden doorknob.
Putting the lighter away in one of her pockets, she stood up and began stalking towards the strange object. She reached towards the handle, somehow able to grab the warm metal with her hand.
She twisted the handle slowly and opened what seemed to be a door.
A beaming light, much stronger than the light coming from the window, shone out of doorway. It blinded her so much that her mind went blank for just a second.
Beep
'What is this light?'
Beep
'Am I still in the room?'
Beep
'And what's with that weird beeping noise?'
When light dimmed down and her eyes adapted to it, she was able to take in her surroundings.
The first thing she noticed, was that she was not in the dark room anymore, much to her relief. The second thing she noticed, was that she was lying down on a soft surface.
'Where am I?' she thought as she tried to sit up. It was strangely difficult to do so as her body felt very sore, her shoulder most of all.
'What happened?'
She managed to get up in a position in which she could observe the room she was currently in.
It looked like a normal hospital room. The strange beeping sounds were being emitted from the heart monitor next to her.
She was resting in a standard hospital bed with white sheets. An IV was stuck in her arm and led to what looked like a bag filled with water. She could feel that her left shoulder was wrapped up tightly in a bandage, restraining her movement.
A white and a yellow figure appeared in her line of sight. She took in the petite but fine figure of the one in the white and broad and busty figure of the one in the yellow. Blake realized it were her teammates Weiss and Yang.
They seemed to be arguing over something at the foot of her bed. Neither of them had noticed yet that their friend had woken up.
Blake decided to not pay attention to the two yet as her throat felt incredibly dry. Luckily a very bright nurse had placed a glass of water on top of the nightstand next to the bed. What the nurse hadn't taken in account however was that she placed it on the left side of the bed. The same side Blake had difficulty with to move because of her wound and the bandage.
She leaned over awkwardly to grab it with her right hand instead. She came short just a few inches, so she rolled over a bit more.
When she was finally to grab the glass a sudden jolt of pain shot through her wound, making her hiss and drop the glass.
The glass crashed onto the tiled floor, shattering into a thousand pieces. The noise made Yang and Weiss jump out of surprise and look at the bed in the middle of the room.
"Blake! You're awake!" Yang exclaimed excitedly, completely forgetting her argument with the heiress. The blonde rushed over to her side and trapped her in one of her trademark bear hugs.
"Yang…can't…breath…" Blake tried to say while the blonde was crushing her.
"Yang, let her go. You're smothering her! You don't want to make her injuries worse, now do you?" Weiss scolded the girl with a frown.
Yang let her go reluctantly with a pout on her face while Blake gave the heiress a grateful look. "Thanks Weiss."
"Don't mention it. Glad to see you're okay." Weiss said with a small smile.
"Yeah, you had gotten us scared there, Blakey." Yang said while she sat down on the side of the bed. Blake could see the genuine concern flashing in those normally playful lilac eyes.
Blake shuffled around a bit to sit in a more comfortable position. "What happened exactly?" she asked.
"Well, after we got separated, we fought off the White Fang soldiers without too much trouble. That's when we noticed you and a whole bunch of soldiers were gone. We became worried and started ransacking the place. Soon we heard the gunshots.
When we arrived at the scene, we found the soldiers unconscious on the ground. The containers and the ground around had big holes and dents in them, like something really big blew up. You were lying a few feet away with your weapon next to you. You had several bullet wounds, so we immediately called a bullhead to pick us up. The moment we arrived at Beacon we send you to the infirmary, where the doctors took care of you." Yang explained. "Now it's your turn, what happened?"
"Well, a bunch of soldiers began firing at me, so I had to retreat. Firing behind me, I took down several but I ran out out of ammo. My aura took most of their bullets for a while. A lucky shot managed to break through however and hit me in my shoulder. The wound severely slowed me down, so I had to take cover behind a container. That's when I found out the only ammo I had left was the Dust you gave me, Weiss." Blake explained.
"Hold on a moment, what Dust?" Yang asked, eyebrows raising.
"Just before we got into that fight I gave Blake some Dust I got from my father. They found it not even a week ago and we don't know exactly what it does yet. So I gave Blake some of it to try out." Weiss answered.
"Isn't that illegal and extremely dangerous!?" Yang exclaimed, her voice raising a bit as she stood up.
Weiss sighed. "You have to understand that my father is a powerful man, Yang. He can do whatever he wants. I did warn Blake about the unknown effects, she knew what she was getting into."
Blake put her arm on Yang's shoulder to calm her down. "She's right, she did warn me." It seemed to work as the blonde deflated and sat back down.
Weiss faced Blake again. "So I'm guessing you fired it?" Blake nodded. "What effect did it have?"
"Well it created this massive energy blast, you saw the damage yourselves. I flew against another container because of the recoil and fell unconscious." Blake explained.
"Geez, that's some powerful Dust, how's Gambol?" Yang asked.
"My weapon didn't get damaged for some reason, I don't know why." Blake said.
"Interesting, very interesting. I'm going to write a report and send it to my father if you don't mind. You should get some rest Blake. You too, Yang, it has been a long day for all of us." With that the heiress left room, leaving the two partners alone.
An awkward silence filled the room, both partners not really sure what to say. Yang sighed deeply. "I'm sorry, Blakey."
"What are you apologizing for, Yang? You had nothing to do with it." Blake said surprised.
"No, it was my fault we got separated, I made that container fall down. I'm supposed to protect you as your partner, and I failed." She looked like she was on the verge of crying. Blake panicked a little, she had never been good at comforting others.
She wrapped her good arm around the blonde and whispered softly in her ear: "I don't blame you for anything, Yang. Please don't beat yourself up because of what happened. Besides, you haven't failed, I'm still here."
"I just hate seeing you like this, you could have died back there." A few tears rolled down Yang's cheeks.
Noticing the wetness, Blake was quick to wipe them gently off her partner's face. "That's just part of the job, Yang, we knew what we signed up for. You're still the best partner I ever had. I couldn't wish for a better one, don't deny that."
The words were true. Yang had proven to be useful in a fight, much like her past White Fang partners. There was one thing they didn't have however: the power to make Blake feel comfortable or even laugh.
Yang sniffed a bit before speaking up. "Thanks Blake, you're the best friend I ever had!" Yang wrapped her arms around Blake and pulled her into another bear hug. Blake felt a little weird at the blonde's affection, but decided to ignore it.
"You're too, Yang. You're too."
Blake recovered fast from her wounds with her aura up and running. She was allowed to leave the infirmary after few days already.
Thanks to her teammates she caught up quickly with the missed lessons. Apparently Yang had been the one taking notes, something which Blake was grateful for.
There was one thing she didn't recover from however, the headaches. She still had them regularly and they were only getting worse by the day. She wondered if it was because of the Dust, before she passed out she did see its energy flowing through her body. She had gone to Weiss, but the heiress was just as clueless as she was. Weiss had said she was going to keep an eye on her teammate.
They were all sitting in History class, it was seven days after the incident. Blake sat next to her partner and was taking notes diligently.
A strong jolt of pain suddenly shot through her head. She held her temples with her hand, trying to suppress the pain. After a while she just couldn't take it anymore and busted out of the classroom. She couldn't care less that everyone was giving her weird stares as she dashed away.
She went in a mad sprint towards their dorm room. She almost kicked down the door, ripped open the medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of aspirins. She took one and the pain started ebbing away.
She sighed. "Aaah, I'm glad it worked."
It didn't work, as she soon came out of the bathroom the pain came back like a truck. She fell onto her knees and clutched her head, whimpering as she felt like her head was being split open. The pain made her close her eyes.
All of a sudden a weird feeling traversed through her entire body.
A Black and White glow covered her entire body as her mind went blank once again.
Blake woke up almost immediately. Relief washed over her when she noticed that excruciating pain was gone.
As she opened her eyes the first thing she noticed was that she appeared to be on the floor. The second thing was that she had no idea where she was.
She stood up and took in her surroundings. She swore had never seen the place before, yet it seemed familiar, no, it smelled familiar. Looking up she noticed that the room was huge! The ceiling was almost two hundred feet high!
'What the hell is going on? Where am I?'
A loud and sudden creaking noise startled her, she jumped and unsheathed Gambol Shroud. Waiting with her weapon drawn and her beating rapidly, she listened.
A soft rumbling could be heard in the distance. It only grew louder as the seconds ticked by, making her even more on edge.
Suddenly a large shadow covered her entire body. Something was coming right towards her with terrifying speed!
Blake's eyes went wide in surprise and she felt her instinct taking over. She leaped with all her might out of black zone that most certainly meant death.
Her leap of faith paid off. As she landed a massive object crashed down on the spot she had just stood a few seconds ago. The force behind the impact however, knocked her off her feet and made her roll over the floor.
When she finally came to a stop, she stood up although still a bit shaky from the impact. Somehow she had managed to hold Gambol in her hand while she was rolling, she readied it once more.
Observing the giant object she saw it had a distinctive brown color. Upon closer look she could also see it was made out leather.
"Strange… What's this?" she thought out loud as she slid her hand over the smooth surface.
That's when realization hit her like a ton of bricks. This wasn't just some random object; this looked much like a boot, a giant one at that.
Looking up, she saw a big piece of gray cloth above her. Again, it looked familiar.
"No it can't be!" Blake screamed.
She stepped back to observe the object as a whole. Her worst fear turned out be true. Gambol Shroud slipped out her numb grasp as her body completely froze out of shock.
In front of her stood nobody less than Yang Xiao Long. Only this Yang was a titan compared to Blake, standing over a hundred feet tall.
"H-h-how?" She asked, her voice quivering out of sheer disbelief.
Blake could make out her giant face way up in the sky, lilac eyes darting around. The giantess was observing the room.
That's when she also realized why the room looked so familiar. It was their dorm room, only it was somehow twenty times bigger than she remembered it to be.
She couldn't move her body, her mind simply wasn't able to comprehend her situation.
All of a sudden a loud, booming and warm sounding voice shattered the silence in the room:
"Blake?"
A/N:
*sigh* I know it's a weird idea.
Still, once again, please let me know if I should continue this and whether or not I should change anything.
DragonSlayer out!