A/N: Working on Shed No Grace on Me.
Fate Strange Fake has been bounding around in my brain...and another idea hit.
With my fifteen year anniversary on this site finally here, I find myself reflecting on the little things in life. What was once a lazy pastime meant for me and a few friends really grew and evolved over time. There are days when I look back on the last fifteen years here and I wonder if anyone will remember me; if I made an impact, despite never making a single cent on any of these stories. Some days were happier than others, and some stories I enjoyed writing WAY too much; to the point where I'd stay up all night working on them.
There are times when I look to the future and wonder what will become of things when I'm gone.
Of course, I try not to dwell on the latter overmuch; I'm still alive and still writing. In an ideal world, I'd like to keep doing so for as long as I can. But old age is catching up to me and these days, the world is filled with so much madness and death. Even before that, so many friends and fellow writers I once knew are gone, now. Will I still be here in twenty years? Ten? Five? Its a chilling thought. But for now, I'm still here, still writing.
Once more, we're sticking with the "Embers" rule for this story, and others. Meaning folks don't like this, it won't be continued. If the story itself ain't popular/well-received...well, I won't be able to continue it. I'm working two jobs, holidays are here too, meaning I barely have time to write; as such, I cannot afford to write something folks don't enjoy.
So by all means, speak up! Your voice matters! Make yourself heard! As ever, reviews are the fuel that sustain me. Without them I cannot write a single word. Simple as that. Working all hours of the day keeps me absurdly busy; I can't bring myself to write something folks don't like.
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Again, this is a fragment.
"Ha! Listen to you, bleating on and on and on like a little dog. Yap. Yap. Yap.
You're no Father of mine! You're even a man-not really.
You're just a...MONGREL."
~An audible manifestation of arrogance.
To be Worthy
Not like this.
He didn't want to die like this.
Not here, not alone, not bleeding out under the stars.
And yet here he was. Here was the price for his foolishness, for his humility. The battle was over. The war won. And his reward?
A dagger in the back. Right through the heart.
It was so cold tonight. He couldn't even feel his fingers anymore.
He coughed blood and reached toward the sky.
Bloody fingers grasped for the moon, the moon they had made.
"I'll come back." he growled up at pale visage. "Just you wait. I'll show you. I'll show...you...all...
A new life. A new name. A new identity. He wouldn't make the same mistakes...
High above him, the moon shattered.
(...Years Later...)
"You're not going to Beacon. Neither of you."
It began with a snicker.
Weiss knew that noise well; just as she knew what was about to happen. Wisely, she took a step back. And well that she did, for her brother's snicker soon enough it became a chuckle, followed by a wry laugh, then an outright laugh. Her brother palmed his face and threw back his head, covering his eyes with one hand.
William was her twin. Her little brother, technically, born nine seconds after her. Her other half, both like her and so unalike her.
He favored Grandfather in many ways; from his mild blue eyes to his crisp white hair, right down to his choice of weaponry and armor. He was in every way a knight; no, to call him such was an insult. Remnant hadn't had a king in centuries, but her brother had the bearing of one. It showed now, as he laughed at the top of huis lungs.
Father flushed. "Why are you laughing?! Stop that! Stop that at once, I say! Stop laughing at me! STOP!"
"I can't help myself! You're no Father of mine! You're even a man-not really. You're just a...MONGREL."
William possessed the Schnee semblance, just as she.
One might think he was slow in all that armor. He wasn't. He was fast.
His hand found father's throat, ripped him off the floor, and flung him across the room.
"I'll have you sued for this...!"
"Of course, father." William tittered merrily, eyes dancing with malice. "Because that's just what you do, isn't it?" His head tilted, gaze half-lidded in thinly veiled scorn, teeth flashing in a sneer. "How has that worked out for you? You stormed in here, thinking you could use your wealth and influence to dictate our destiny. But you can't."
"Why you impudent-
A brilliant white glyph opened behind him as he climbed to his feet.
An ancient white blade burst forth from its shimmering confines. Blood spattered the wall.
Jacques crumpled to his knees with a scream, clutching the bloody, ruined remnants of his right wrist.
Weiss gasped and covered her mouth with both hands. "What are you doing?!"
Her twin ignored her.
"And let's not forget your deal with Ironwood." William clicked his tongue, cheeks dimpling in a scowl. "Get all your competitors in one place so you can buy them out. Just like you're trying to do with us now." He crossed both arms before his blue-and-silver armored chest and shook his head. "If only someone could have warned you against such a miserable idea. Oh wait!" A finger rose, then jabbed toward his breastplate. "I did! But you pushed ahead and you lost your temper, when all you had to do was keep your word! You think you're entitled to everything just because you have money, but money isn't enough!
Jacques tried to stand.
Another sword burst forth from a glyph and cut off his leg at the knee. He crumpled with a squeal.
"If you raise a hand to Weiss again, the other hand comes off, and your leg besides." He all but spat the word, the turned to face her. "We're leaving, Weiss. Beacon awaits."
He offered his hand and waited for her to make up her mind. Her gaze flitted to his, then back to Jacques.
Father gurgled weakly where he lay. "Don't you dare...!"
Weiss hesitated, if only for a moment. This man had been their father, once, long ago.
William didn't waver, not once. "Never forsake me, and I'll never forsake you."
She took a deep breath to steel herself...and took her twin's palm.
Hand in hand, they walked out the door.
A/N: There we have it.
Naruto reborn as a Schnee with all the arrogance/righteousness of Gilgamesh, and a vicious twist on the Schnee Semblance.
As ever, we're sticking with the tried and true "Embers" Rule for this story.
If folks don't like it...well, it won't be continued.
So speak up! Make yourself heard! Your voice matters! That's no joke! I have very little time to write these days, so feedback plays a large part in this. Daily updates ensure that I'm constantly busy working on one project or another. I cannot afford to stop and write something that folks don't like; if only because I feel that would a cold disservice to those of who who have stuck with me for so long.
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And enjoy the previews! Potential ones, I suppose.
Granted, some are far off:
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SPOILERS AWAIT YOU!
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(Previews)
"Well, you certainly don't lack for confidence."
"You managed to hit me. Wonderful. You have my undivided attention.
Countless white portals bloomed behind him.
"I HOPE ITS EVERYTHING YOU WANTED."
Spoiler. It was not.
Not at all.
"Nope! Mercury performed an about face walked away. "He's dead. Not helping him."
She frowned at him for a long moment. "What are you...?"
"Many things." he sipped at the flute of wine. "A dead man. A brother. A leader.
He raised his gaze. Blue eyes shimmered red.
...and an executioner."
"You can't just be strong! You have to be smart! You can't just be deserving, you have be WORTHY! And you aren't! None of you are!
He whirled and thrust a finger behind him.
"Only she is."
EDIT: Hey, you made it! Thanks for reading!
As ever, the Embers rule remains: If people don't like this story? If they don't enjoy it? Well it will remain, but...I won't be able to continue it. That's no joke, folks. I'm so busy these days with two jobs; basically, I don't have time off. Not anymore.
Holidays are her, and my free time is limited to the extreme now. As such, I can't afford to focus on something folks don't like. Reviews keep me writing in these times, and keep the daily updates flowing. Silence...silence only hurts. I hate having to beg for feedback, but without it...well, it feels like I'm not making an impact.
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