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"What's wrong with this RWBYverse?" I whisper to myself as I waddle to get something to eat.
The canon is beyond fuckup. Ruby's like a bargain-bin Sasuke, Weiss's twin is a goth yandere who looks ready to drain me dry of more than one bodyfluid, and now Glynda wants to play dominatrix on my ass.
"Dear God," I mutter in dread. "She didn't say anything about butt stuff… but I didn't forbid it either."
Distracted while fearing for my life and ass, I don't notice a familiar black metallic whip wrapping around my leg.
"Oh no." I stare at it, knowing what's gonna happen.
With a tug I hit the ground on my back, the air knocked out of me. Wooden legs and chairs blur as I'm yanked under three tables.
I would yell and complain, if Glynda's meeting hadn't exhausted me.
When I finally stop sliding, my head ends up inches away from the smallest pair of black combat boots I've ever seen. The owner of these boots looms over me, glaring down with blazing red eyes. Her face twists in fury, but there's a quiver in her lip, like she's right on the edge, about to either explode in rage or break down in tears.
"Hey, Bleiss…" I groan. "Why did you lasso and drag me like a runaway cattle?"
Bleiss's glare bores into me. She bristles, fists clenched, a storm barely contained in her tiny, goth-laced form.
"Why the hell did you take so long?" she growls, her voice trembling as she struggles to keep her anger in check.
I blink, still dazed from being whip-dragged across the room.
"You heard me," she snaps. "And why the fuck didn't you bother replying to any of the forty-two messages I sent you?"
Messages? I rack my brain, then remember the buzzing in my pocket during Glynda's 'private' lesson. But I'd silenced it, I was too focused on keeping my ass and pride intact.
"Bleiss, I-."
"Why didn't you answer when I was screaming your name? I sounded like a fucking banshee," she cuts me off, voice rising. "And you just kept walking like you other women in your mind."
"Bleiss, I just didn't hear you. I was… distraced." I push up on my elbows, wincing.
Her eyes narrow, a dangerous glint shining through. She leans down, sniffing deeply. Once, twice. Her expression darkens, lips pressing into a thin line. When she speaks again, her voice is an arctic blast.
"Why, Ash," she asks, each word sharp as an ice shard, "Why do you smell like another woman's perfume?"
The cafeteria comes to a dead stop. Every student turns, eyes fixed on us in stunned silence.
'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' I think in distress. 'Will anyone in my team help me?'
In the corner in my eye I see Adam getting up, but a female hand pulls him to sit. Adam looks toward me with pity and just closes his eyes looking down in solidarity.
Across the table, Emerald continues to eat her lunch as if nothing much is happening.
"It's… I was… the funny thing about that-." I start, but a heeled combat boot slams down beside my left ear, cutting me off mid-sentence.
POW!
"Dont you dare bull shit me, Ash Williams!" Bleiss yells at me, breathing heavy.
She's gonna cut me.
A nervous laugh escapes my lips, and I can't help but grin, feeling heat spread across my cheeks.
"Ok Bleiss, the truth is…" I glance around, suddenly aware of our rapt audience. I lower my voice to a whisper so only Bleiss can hear, "It's that 'hag' smell."
"Hag?" she repeats curiously.
I nod, grimacing, as I try to talk my way out of this.
"Professor Goodwitch perfume of hers is god-awful. I'd rather roll in a pile of manure than smell like that old hag again."
Bleiss blinks, her expression shifting from disbelief to amusement.
"You're seriously saying Glynda smells worse than shit?" She bites her lip, trying to suppress a smile.
I grimace, sitting up.
"Way worse." I say trying to sound convincing. "She smells like a rotted corpse dipped in sour roses."
A snort escapes Bleiss, her shoulders shaking with laughter. Her anger seems to evaporate, her tiny body relaxing. She offers me her hand, pulling me to my feet with surprising strength.
"Sooo," she says, eyes sparkling with mirth. "Was it really that bad, with the old hag?"
"Terrible!" I state, in an exaggerated tone. "Worst of all, she dared keep me away from you."
Bleiss's face blooms into the most joyful smile I've ever seen from her. She launches herself at me, arms wrapping around my neck, lips pressing against mine in a flurry of kisses.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she chants between each kiss, her voice breathless.
I stumble back, caught off guard. My hands find her waist, steadying us both. Her lips are soft, her kisses eager, and I can't help but smile against her mouth. She pulls away, just enough to look into my eyes, her own shining with unshed tears.
"It's okay," I say, voice gentle. I'm mentally and emotionally drained, but seeing Bleiss like this... it's worth it. "I just... I need to eat, Bleiss. I'm starving."
She blinks, then laughs, a sound like tinkling glass.
"Of course," she says, wiping away a stray tear. "Sit down and I'll get you some food."
Bleiss vanishes before I can tell her I'd do it myself. I shake my head, a wry smile tugging at my lips. I turn back sitting on the table, and there's Emerald, glaring at me with those piercing red eyes. She grunts, leaning back in her chair, arms crossed.
"Smooth, Ash," she says, voice laced with sarcasm. "Real smooth."
"You didn't help me and now you want to complain?" I question raising an eyebrow.
She flushes, but keeps quiet, focusing on her lunch.
I turn to the left and there he is, Adam Taurus, sitting next to a girl with long black hair, cat ears poking out from the top of her head. He's grinning wide, eyes bright, looking like a happy kid ready to show off his new friend to his mom.
"Ash!" Adam calls out, waving me over. I sigh, too tired to deal with more drama. But I feel compiled to interact with the only friendly member of my team, so I turn toward them.
The girl turns to face me, and I'm struck by her golden eyes, like a cat's, and full of wariness.
"Blake, this is Ash, the guy I was telling you about," Adam says, his voice bubbling with excitement. "Ash, this is Blake. She's my amazing girlfriend."
Blake looks at me disinterested and offers me a small, tentative wave.
"Hey," she says, voice soft but stale.
"Hey," I reply, trying for a friendly smile.
Adam's excitement fizzles at Blake's words, his smile faltering. He looks between us, confusion furrowing his brow. I can see the struggle in his eyes, the desperation to bridge the gap, to make this work.
"Come on, Blake," he says, voice strained. "Ash is a good guy. You can trust him."
Blake's gaze remains locked on me, unimpressed.
"You shouldn't judge people so quickly, Adam." She says turning to me. "Especially humans."
"You should be friendlier, you know," I say, leaning back in my chair. "Especially considering I haven't reported you for sleeping in another room."
Blake's eyes widen, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She stutters, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Ash." She manages to whisper, looking down at the table.
I can't help but laugh, shaking my head.
"Come on, Blake. What would Yang say if I told her where you spent the night?"
Blake's eyes widen even more, her breath hitching. She's completely frozen, like a deer in headlights. Adam, ever the clueless one, pokes her shoulder, his brow furrowed in concern.
"Blake? You okay?"
His voice seems to snap her out of her trance. She turns to him, her expression softening. Then she looks back at me, her eyes narrowing with determination.
"Ash is a nice guy," she says, her voice steady. "And looks like he is a good friend, Adam."
Adam's face lights up, his grin stretching from ear to ear. He reaches out, squeezing Blake's hand, then mine.
"I knew you would like him." Adam celebrates.
"Yeah, yeah. You were right, Adam."I say staring Blake with an evil grim.
Blake's only answer is a glare, but I just shrug as Bleiss arrives, setting a plate in front of me.
"Tada!" Says the goth yandere presenting the plate as a work of art.
"Whoa." Mouths Blake in discomfort.
"That's… that's quite alot." Coments Adam having trouble seeing the positive side of what is in front of me.
I stare at the mountain of meat piled high on the plate. Ribs, steaks, brisket slices, and much more. A carnivore's dream, and a vegetarian's nightmare.
Emerald, across the table, takes one look at the meat mountain and bursts into laughter.
"You're kidding, right?" she cackles, pointing a derisive finger at Bleiss. "You're such a clueless, spoiled brat. This is ridiculous!"
Bleiss blinks, genuine confusion etched on her face.
"What?" she asks, looking from Emerald to the plate, then back again. "What's wrong with it?"
"Bleiss, it's just... it's all meat." Adam, ever the mediator, chimes in, "There's no carbs, no vegetables. It's not really a balanced meal."
Bleiss's brows furrow, her lips pursing in a stubborn pout.
"I don't get it? What's wrong with that?" she insists, clearly not getting it.
Emerald just rolls her eyes, shaking her head. But I can't help the smile that tugs at my lips.
"This is perfect," I say, voice thick with emotion I didn't know I had. "No one's ever... no one's ever given me something so beautiful."
I dive into the meat pile, both hands grabbing, tearing, shoveling like a ravenous beast. Sauce smears across my face, chunks of meat flying as I rip into it with my teeth. The clatter of my utensils, long forgotten, is drowned out by the primal sounds escaping my throat.
The table falls silent except for the wet sounds of my feast. I can feel their eyes on me, the shock rolling off them in waves. But I don't care.
I'm starving, and this... this is heaven. Especially compared to that cheap protein powder diet that sustained me until I arrived at Beacon.
'Never again,' I think to myself. 'Never again, those disgusting shakes will touch my lips'
"For fuck sake, Ash!" Emerald's voice cuts through the haze, but I ignore as it's unimportant. "Use a fork, or at least breathe between bites."
I hear Bleiss's snicker, a sharp contrast to the stunned silence.
"Shut it, Sustrai." she gloats. "My man obviously needs the sustenance."
"Ash, seriously, you're gonna make yourself sick," Adam warns, but his voice barely registers. "I think you're making some of the people watching sick."
"He eats like a protagonist from a Mistralian cartoon." Blake's voice cuts through the haze, oddly breezy. "Truly barbaric."
Judge and say what you want about me. I heard and dealt with worst.
"I just hope he doesn't choke…" Says Adam, worried.
Nothing you say would make me stop eating.
"Can you imagine if he eats me with the same voracity?" Ask Bleiss, drooling from the corner of her mouth.
…
I stop eating.
I turn to Bleiss, my face slick with grease and sauce, bits of meat stuck between my teeth. She's grinning, eyes sparkling with mischief, oblivious to the stares from the others.
"What?" she asks, tilting her head, her long black hair cascading over her shoulder.
I sigh, exhaustion and embarrassment weighing heavy on my shoulders.
"I will use a fork and knife" I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Thank you." Says Adam, Emerald, and Blake in unison.
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After earning another negative title for my long list, I went to clean myself before the next class. Adam helped me by running to our room and taking another shirt for me and Emerald helped holding Bleiss so she didn't enter the men's room after me.
Team AABE stride down the bustling halls of Beacon with Blake matching our pace. Bleiss, scowling, hugs my arm like it's her personal territory. Adam and Emerald flank us, their expressions neutral, but I catch Adam's slight smile.
"Why aren't you with your team, Cat Girl?" Complains Bleiss tightening the grip on my arm.
Blake doesn't miss a beat, her tone calm and measured.
"They'll be in the same class," She pauses, then adds, "But I must say I'm not surprised to hear racist remarks from a Schnee."
Bleiss snorts, her red eyes narrowing, but Adam says something before her.
"Bleiss has nothing against faunus." Adam chimes in, a soft laughter in his voice. "She hates everyone equally. Isn't that right, Bleiss?"
"Damn straight, Taurus." Bleiss's lips curl in a smirk. "You're a nice guy for a delusional fuckwit."
"You see that Blake?" Says Adam in a cheerful tone. "She offended me without being racist."
Blake takes Adam's hand, kissing it gently.
"I'm just glad you're happy with your team, Adam."
Her voice is soft, almost maternal. Adam grins with Blake's treatment like a happy kid showing off his first friends to his mom.
We round a corner and halt at a large, reinforced double door, its metal surface scarred and dented. The sight gives me pause. I've been so focused on navigating Beacon's chaos that I haven't even considered what class we're walking into.
"Sooo…" I start, eyeing the battered door warily. "What class is this anyway?"
"Thats our great leader." Mutters Emerald shaking her head.
Adam laughs stepping close to the door, putting his hand on the handle.
"It's Weapons Care on the Forge, partner" He grins, opening the double doors. "With Professor Branwen."
I stop mid-step, a fuse blown in my mind. The others slip past me, but I'm stuck, staring into the dimly lit workshop filled with racks of deadly weapons, work benches and fiery forges.
'There is nothing canon in this fucking school?' I scream in my head.
A voice brings me back from my thoughts, it hits me like a gravel truck, rough, deep, and carrying the kind of authority that doesn't ask for compliance. It demands it.
"Get your ass in here and shut the damn door before I break your fingers!"
I walk inside and kick the door shut with more force than necessary. The metal clangs like a gong, echoing through the forge. Heads turn. Eyes lock on me.
Qrow Branwen stands in the center of the room, one meaty hand scratching his chin, the other is a prosthetic arm resting on his waist. His black leather apron's stained with soot and oil, his gray-streaked hair wild like he just rolled out of a brawl. Red eyes are sharp, tired, but missing nothing as he rakes over me.
"Took you long enough," he mutters, then barks at the room, "Alright, listen up, you little shits! Circle up! Now!"
Boots thud. The other students form a loose ring around him. I stay back, arms crossed, sizing up the man. He's got the vibe of a guy who should be working as a spy not as teacher at Beacon.
Qrow's prosthetic clinks against a workbench as he leans back, eyeing us like we're a bunch of overconfident pups about to get our first taste of a Grimm's teeth.
"Rule one," he grunts, voice rough as sandpaper. "You can use the forge anytime outside class. But-." He jabs a finger toward the ceiling, where a rusted sign hangs crooked: RESERVATIONS REQUIRED. "You book your slot through the Beacons office number."
A beat of silence. Then he smirks, all jagged edges.
"That rules stands for if something like a fire-." He mimes an explosion with his good hand, fingers splaying wide. "-.it'll be real easy to ID the charred remains if you followed rule one. Ozpin's a stickler for paperwork, and I ain't diggin' through ashes to match teeth to a roster. Break this rule and I break your fingers."
The students look at each other worriedly, but none dare to challenge the teacher.
"Rule two," he growls. "No first-years touch Dust or any kind of explosives in my forge."
The ginger girl in the front, curves packed into a Beacon uniform that's struggling, lets out a not a whine. A full-on, soul-crushed scream.
"But Professor-.!"
Qrow doesn't even look at her. His voice drops, low and lethal.
"We used to let fresh meat play with Dust." A pause. His fingers twitch, like he's remembering something that still burns. "Lost three first-years students in one semester. One blew his own hand off trying to impress a girl. Another turned her teammate's weapon into a pipe bomb. Third?" He exhales through his nose, sharp. "Mistook fire Dust for red glitter. Janitor had to scrape what was left off the ceiling."
Silence.
The ginger girl, who I realize now it's Nora, goes sheet-white. She swallows hard, her freckles standing out like splattered paint.
"So unless you wanna be the reason I gotta mop up another kid, you keep your paws off the shiny stuff." Qrow's grin is all teeth. "Break this rule and I will break your fingers."
A chorus of muttered "yes, sirs" ripples through the room.
"Final rule," he rumbles, rolling his shoulders like he's trying to dislodge a bad memory. "During my classes you do what I say." His prosthetic clanks against a workbench as he slams a rusted bucket onto it. The sound makes half the room flinch. "Break this rule, and-."
"You break our fingers," Someone responds in a mocking tone. "Like you really gonna do that."
To no one's surprise, the shit talker was Cardin Winchester.
Smirking, Qrow raises a finger pointing in Cardin's direction.
"You got something to say, or you're just here to prove my point?" Qrow yells, so every student could hear. "You inbred douche."
Cardin's fists clench, knuckles popping loud enough to hear over the forge's low hum. He stomps forward, boots thudding like he's trying to crack the floorboards with every step. Stopping toe-to-toe with Qrow.
Qrow doesn't move. Doesn't even blink. Just tilts his head, prosthetic arm twitching like it's itching to introduce itself to Cardin's jaw.
"Do you know who I am?" Cardin hisses, spittle flying. "You washed-up has-been playing teacher-."
Qrow laughs. Not a chuckle. A full, barking, "oh this is gonna be fun" laugh that bounces off the walls.
"You're a Winchester," he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Course I know who you are. Rich spoiled kid with a stick so far up his ass he probably tastes varnish." His grin turns razor-sharp. "That's exactly why I called you an inbred douche. Now be a good nepo-baby and shut up."
The forge holds its breath.
Cardin's face twists. For a second, I think he's gonna swing. Then his lips peel back in a sneer so ugly it could curdle milk.
"My family gave so much money for this academy," he snarls. "You're nothing but a crippled-." But Cardin is cut mid sentence.
CRACK.
Qrow's prosthetic slams down on the workbench like a judge's gavel made of solid hate. Cardin's hand is trapped underneath, fingers splayed wide. His scream hits the air like a gunshot, high and raw.
The sound makes my teeth ache.
Cardin's face goes pale white, veins bulging in his forehead. His knees buckle. He hits the ground hard, clutching his ruined hand to his chest, breath coming in ragged, wet gasps.
Qrow steps back, flexing his prosthetic fingers like he's testing the weight of a new toy. His grin is all teeth, no warmth.
"You forgot rule number three, kid." His voice is smooth, almost cheerful. "You do what I say." He crouches, tilting Cardin's chin up with the tip of his prosthetic. The kid's eyes are watery, pupils blown wide with shock. "Soo, I had to remind you what happens when you break the rules."
Cardin chokes out something that might be a curse or a plea. Doesn't matter. Qrow pats his cheek,and stands, dusting off his apron like he just finished a pleasant chat over tea.
"Where is the rest of his team?" His voice snaps like a whip. "Get your leader to the infirmary. Now."
The three boys scramble forward. They haul Cardin up by and drag him out of the room.
"With that out of the day, let's start working." Says the teacher with a wicked grim.
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