Hey guys!
This is the cool thing mentioned last night on my other story, Heroes of Rune. It's a RWBY fanfic! For those of you who don't know what RWBY is, search it up on YouTube, you won't be disappointed. I plan on updating once every two weeks, the same week that HOR gets updated. Any questions? If so, feel free to PM me.
Lastly, this story is dedicated to Monty Oum, the creator or RWBY. I know it's been a bit since he passed, but I was writing TBH at the time of his passing and wanted to put something in. Monty will be missed. (and for those of you who're afraid of watching RWBY with its creator gone, don't be. His team is still working to make the next season).
So Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this story. I've put a lot of time and work into it and I'm feeling very good about how it's coming out.
Roll Story!
“Name?”
“Daniel Grigio.”
“Age?”
“Seventeen.”
“Gender?”
“,, Are you serious?”
The Beacon official looked up at the pale redheaded teenager in the beat up denim jacket standing at his desk.
“I mean, are you so confused about the whole gender thing, that you actually have no idea whether I'm a boy or girl?”
“It's school policy. I have to ask your gender.”
The teenager sighed. “I'm a guy. Next question?”
The official went back to the paper on his desk and without missing a beat asked “Human of Faunus?”
“Grimm actually. On my mother's side.”
Now it was the official’s turn to sigh. “Kid, you're making this harder than it has to be. We've already established that you have no prior schooling that would help you to become a Huntsman, which means more paperwork for me to set up a time for you to take a written aptitude test. Now, if you could just help me through this paperwork, we can be done here.”
The teenager held up his hands in defense. “Okay, okay. If you must know, I’m a human.”
If the official had any reaction, he didn't show it. He went back to his paper once more and asked “Sexual Identification?”
“Oh come on!”
Truth be told though, Daniel was probably more closely related to the Grimm than the balding man in front of him realized. Daniel's life had been one long hell hole from the beginning. There were many reasons as to why that was. His mother had died giving birth to him, his dad was an abusive alcoholic, and Daniel himself was the result of a drunken one night stand between the two.
But the biggest reason was not evident until his fifth birthday when Vale had forced his father to send him to a mandatory well check. It was there that they realized something that had required his dad to pay out of his liquor fund to make certain it never came to light.
Despite being a living, breathing human, Daniel was incapable of generating an Aura
Daniel remembered the scene vividly, even if he had no idea at the time what was happening. They’d already been detained for longer than what Daniel’s father had seemed to deem necessary, when the doctor reentered the room and delivered the somber news. Instantly, Daniel’s father lashed out at the doctor, calling him all sorts of horrid names. The doctor in return was forced to backtrack and explain Daniel’s condition further.
“We don't know if he has a soul or not,” the doctor had said in a careful tone, watching the movements of Daniel’s father for anything that could be seen as a hostile move, “But we are certain that your son has no Aura surrounding him. Quite honestly sir, I don’t know what to say. This is the first case I’ve ever heard of.”
Daniel shuddered, remembering what had happened later that day. His father had beat him senseless, calling him and his mother horrible names.
“That goddamn bitch probably changed the records to show I was your father,” he had said. “Blamed it all on the town drunk when in fact, she was the one out in the forest screwing Grimm!”
He had hit Daniel with his belt until it was all he could do to crawl away while his father poured himself another glass. He hadn’t understood the words he had said then, but he learned them very quickly. Far too quickly.
That was when he was five. In the twelve years since, things had yet to improve.
Two weeks ago, Daniel finally had enough. He had waited until his ‘father’ was on his eighth bottle and beginning to nod off when he made his move. He packed his school backpack with everything he thought he might need, as well as a handgun his father had left on the coffee table, and made his way out of the door, never looking back.
The official asked him a few more questions before finally putting the paper off to the side. “It’ll take about a day to get this sorted out, plus another two to get a test put together. Come back in three days and we can provide an aptitude test to find if you are eligible for enrolling in Beacon.”
Daniel’s heart sank. “Another three days?” he despaired. Then he pushed the thoughts aside. He wanted to be a Huntsman, but if he couldn’t survive three more days on the street, he had no business even applying. Daniel waved to the recruiter and left the office, retracing his route to the front door. He grabbed his dirtied and torn school backpack he’d left by the front desk and made his way out into the world. As he left the school grounds and entered downtown Vale, people began unconsciously moving out of his way. Alex hated it. It was like they somehow knew what he was and were so disgusted by it that they didn’t want to even be near him.
It probably also had to do with the saber hanging from his belt, ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice. People who openly carried a weapon on the streets were either law enforcement, Huntsmen, or someone looking for trouble. Daniel was too young to be a policeman, and he was far too filthy to be from Beacon. In their eyes, that made him someone looking for trouble.
Having grown up in the life he had, Daniel never got the chance to go to a school that would give him any chance to forge his own weapons like most Huntsmen and Huntresses did. So when Daniel ran away from home, he took with him a sword he had found in an ancient wood chest in the basement he used as a bedroom. It was clearly old, but in surprisingly good condition, with a blade that looked like it could cut a Beowulf from head to toe.
Daniel was lost in this flashback when something unexpected happened. Someone got close enough to him that he actually ran into them. Shocked, he stumbled back.
Another teenager was staring at him in utter revulsion, the cigarette he was about to light hanging limply from his mouth.
“Who the hell you think you are, punk?” he snarled. “Some kind of walking corpse?”
“Umm, no?” Daniel replied, a little unsure what the other teenager was referencing with the corpse comment.
“Well, answer me corpse!” the teenager demanded. “You just ran into me. Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Look, if you want an apology, I’m sorry for me running into you. Now if you’ll excuse me-”
“You aren’t going nowhere!” the teenager growled. He pulled out a switchblade and made a move to open it. Before he got the chance, Daniel knocked it out of his grip and put his foot on it. The teenagers face contorted into a mask of rage as he swung at Daniel, who dodged the blow and grabbed the arm, twisting it painfully until the teenager’s knees buckled and he fell to the ground. It was a move that Daniel had found to be extremely effective when dealing with bullies.
“Don’t try that again,” Daniel growled in a low tone. He shoved the teenager back and picked up the knife. Intent on escaping the stares from the crowd that had gathered around them, Daniel quickly left the scene, pausing only to toss the knife into the nearest storm drain he could find before continuing on his way.883Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlEgwqokWHI
Fifteen minutes later, Daniel had reached his destination: A Simple Wok. It was a noodle bar that Daniel had come to enjoy for its low price and more than decent noodles. Taking a bowl, he sat at his usual spot and halfheartedly watched the news on a grimy old television mounted on an equally grimy wall. The story that night was about some guy that had jumped probation and was now believed to be committing armed robberies in Vale. Daniel paid it little thought. Whoever the guy was, he doubted he would be interested in robbing a runaway teen like himself. He did become interested when he noticed the guy had similar colored hair as himself, but he soon sank back into boredom as he finished his noodles. When he was done, he handed it back to the balding man at the counter along with several Lien he’d taken with him when he left. Daniel was standing up to leave when a restraining hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned to see a green haired bespectacled man that had been sitting next to him while he had eaten. Come to think of it, the man had been there several times in the past few days.
Daniel sighed. Here it was. People were beginning to notice him and ask questions. He considered ignoring the man, but decided that it would only provoke more suspicion. He turned back to the bar and slowly sat down.
‘Young man, I couldn’t help but notice that you have been here on a consistent basis with clothes that are in an increasing state of filth,” the man spouted out at a fast pace that Daniel had trouble keeping up with. “Tell me, are you homeless?”
Daniel tried to come up with a lie that sounded legitimate, but the glasses peered at him, taking in every detail. Lying would not work on him. Daniel hung his head, defeated. “Yeah, I am.”
“Dreadful, simply dreadful,” the man said. “You have my upmost sympathies young man. I can only hope that you are not alone in your situation.”
Daniel nodded. “Of course,” he replied; neglecting to mention that the people looking out for him were himself, and the .45 he had tucked away in the back of his pants.
The man continued to stare at him, taking note of the sword strapped to his side. After what seemed like ages, he finally relented. “Very well then, I wish you the best of luck. I expect I will see you tomorrow, at the same time?”
“Yeah.” Daniel agreed. “See you tomorrow sir.”
The man removed his hand and Daniel took the opportunity to leave. He did so with a heavy heart. He liked that man, along with the others who frequented the noodle bar. They were the first people he could remember that didn’t immediately treat him with some form of revulsion. But he had a good heart, and that good heart could wind him up back where he began, with nothing more than a beating and even more restrictions placed upon him.
He wouldn’t be able to eat at the noodle bar again.
5/18/15 It came to my attention between updates that I'd accidentally spelled Daniel's last name wrong. It's supposed to be Grigio, which is Italian for gray. Somehow in my pea brain I made it out to be Grigigo and wrote a lot with that last name. Oops
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