[#] I don't know if I've already mentioned this here: I landed a job, a good one. I'm back to teaching. My first day was magical, a wave of nostalgia hit me and made I wonder why I ever gave up being a teacher in the first place... By the end of the first week, I'd lost my voice and had kids puking on my sneakers... twice. Truly magical.
[#] It's finally here! 'RWBY NOT!' serialization.
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COMMENTS:
Razor[scribblehub]: First time hearing of Bleiss. And from the get go, this Novel seems like its going to be a joy to read :) Tftc.
Avip: Hope you like it, and I hope I do Bleiss right in this series.
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"Look at that weirdo," a girl shouted from afar, pointing at me. "What's he doing with that rock on him?"
"I think he's training," one of her friends said. "Looks like he's doing sit-ups with extra weight."
"Why?" she asked, laughing. "We already had training today. Why train more?"
"Don't mind him, girls," said a taller boy with indigo eyes and ginger hair as he approached me with his cronies.
He stopped a couple of steps away while I kept doing sit-ups on the floor, hugging the heavy rock against my chest.
"This loser is a charity case," he says, his voice dripping with rancor and disgust. "And with a useless Semblance like his, he needs every second of training he can get."
I kept going, ignoring the fifteen-year-old boy.
'If it weren't for my fear of breaking RWBY canon,' I think between one rep and the next, 'I'd cave your teeth in, Cardin.'
No one needs to tell me that my Semblance isn't the best for a direct confrontation. But what they don't know is that when it comes to training, I have the most OP Semblance of all.
Cardin's face darkens, eyebrows knitting together.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, piss-stain!"
I keep ignoring, focusing on my grind.
'Forty-eight, forty-nine... '
"Are you poor and deaf or just stupid?" Cardin sneers, leaning in with a smug grin. "You don't ignore people like me."
'Fifty.' I pause, looking up.
"Why?" I snap. "Gonna run and tell daddy his fag son got ignored by his crush?"
Cardin's face contorts. Behind him, his cronies snicker.
"You think you're funny, orphan boy?" He kicks dirt onto my sweat-soaked face. "I've taken down tougher and bigger shit-talkers than you."
I move the rock but keep laying down, wiping grit from my eyes.
"You mean in a fight or in your ass?" I ask with a shit eating grim on my face. "Either way I'm happy for you being out and proud like that."
"What?" Mutters Cardin, confused.
"Live your truth queen!" I say aloud, so everyone could hear. "You can take as many dicks as you want."
"Wait!" A girl in the background speaks loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "Cardin Wintchester is GAY?"
Whispers spark around us, a mix of shock and amusement.
"That explains why he's always picking on that orphan," someone else murmurs. A few girls giggle, eyes darting between Cardin and me.
Cardin's face flushes a deep, angry red.
"I-I'm not... I don't... That's not why!" he stammers, then draws a deep breath, regaining his composure. "You think I'd be attracted to him?" He scoffs, lips curling in disdain.
I shrug, sitting on the floor.
"Relax, ginger boy." Dusting off my pants, I flash a grin. "I'm all about the ladies." I punctuate the line with finger guns aimed at the girls.
Most of them frown in disgust, but a few have eyes sparkling with new interest.
Cardin's fists tighten, knuckles cracking like gunshots.
"You're dead, orphan boy." He growls, cracking his knuckles again. "I'm gonna tickle you to death!"
"You what?" I ask, confused.
The bizarre threat freezes me in place, brain stuttering to process it. Before I can react, Cardin lunges and starts rubbing a finger across my abdomen.
"AYO, WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yell, as everything suddenly fades to white.
***
I wake up, gasping.
'Thank god it was just a nightmare.' I think, relieved as I open my eyes with blurry vision.
It was just a memory from my first year at Flare Academy, Vale prep school, probably dredged up from the depths of my subconscious. I was able to get into that school thanks to social programs and an Aura pool potential well above average according to the examiners.
Most of the students came from wealthy families, strutting around like aristocrats in a kingdom that hadn't seen royalty in decades. They were assholes, but they didn't really bother me all that much.
Now Cardin… he was 'the one asshole to rule them all', the GOAT of all assholes. If you are talking about being an asshole, he is 'HIM'.
'But where did that tickling thing come from?' I think, with my vision clearing. 'If he had done that at Flare, Beacon wouldn't have a Cardin here and I remember seeing that stupid ginger face yesterday.'
As soon as my vision clears I see the person responsible for my strange dream sitting on my pelvis, she quickly hides something with a red tip on her back.
"What are you doing, Bleiss?" I ask, stifling a yawn. "Was it you tickling me?"
"Maybe… just doing some stuff," she says vaguely, avoiding my eyes with one hand tucked behind her back. "You know how it is."
"No, I don't," I tell the girl in black. "Why are you on me, and what are you hiding behind your back?"
"It's not my fault, Babe!" Bleiss pleads, still keeping one hand behind her back. "I found you here all alone… shirtless, sleeping on the cold floor. I had to do something."
Her words carry a trace of real concern, and it gets to me.
Not many people in my life have ever shown me that kind of kindness. And hearing it from a beautiful girl who's actually into me makes me feel like the luckiest guy alive.
"Bleiss," I say, pushing myself up on my elbows, "I really appreciate it. But I'm hot all the time. And it's not like I have another shirt to change into before the initiation if I spend the night sweating through this one."
She scoffs, dramatic as ever, turning her face.
"Well, I couldn't just leave the love of my life being taken by the cold," She begins as she slowly turns her face towards me, her blood red eyes focusing intensely on my body. "Especially with this chiseled abs exposed." She whispers almost salivating. "So that's why I came to warm you up."
"Why not just give me a blanket?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Bleiss's blood-red eyes widen with an eerie, intense gleam. She leans in, her voice a sultry whisper.
"Because my way is so much more fun."
"What do you…?" I start, but the words catch in my throat as she begins to move, a slow, rhythmic grinding against me.
A gasp escapes me, surprise and pleasure mixing as my body responds. Heat rushes through me, and I can feel myself hardening beneath the crazy hot goth dryhumping me.
"Fuck Bleiss…" I moan in a whisper.
"I love when you say my name like that, Babe," She chuckles, a low, throaty sound. "And good to know you have a nice member to go with that cute face and chiseled abs."
"Bleiss, couldn't you wait?" I groan, bucking my hips, trying to disrupt her rhythm. "Its to earlier for this, even my alarm didn't go off.""
She throws her head back, laughter spilling from her lips.
"I know, I turned it off."
My eyes widen, and I stare at her in disbelief.
"You did what?"
She shrugs, a smirk playing on her lips.
"I don't see what is the big deal," she says, her voice breathless, "You even got a message from the Beacon administration."
"What?" I shout in panic, blood freezing.
I bolt upright, sending a yelping Bleiss tumbling to the floor.
"Ouch!" she complains, flopping onto her own ass.
I snatch up my scroll and see the urgent message.
"Admission Interview in 5 minutes. Shit!" I curse, adrenaline surging.
No time to brush my teeth, let alone shower. I grab my armored coat from the floor, slam it on, sling my backpack over my shoulder, and snatch Evildead.
"By Bleiss!" I shout as I dash.
"Ash, wait!" Bleiss calls, but I'm already out the door, sprinting down the hall. "You didn't even see what I did on you…" Schnee's voice fades behind me.
I could have avoided so many problems if I'd listened to her… or at least noticed what she was hiding behind her back.
***
"Congratulations on arriving on time, Mr. Williams," the vice principal said, her tone professional yet edged with disdain. "However, I must warn you, it was perilously close to being late for my liking."
'Maaaaaaaan.' I think holding my jaw so it doesn't fall, barely able to pay attention to what professor Goodwitch says. 'She is just as intimidating as she is stunning.'
She's not just a hot teacher, she's a fucking MILF goddess. The kind that rules over every teen's fantasies.
Her blonde hair yanked back in a merciless ponytail, baring those fierce, predatory green eyes that could burn through steel. Her suit clings to her curves like a second skin, so tight it's practically obscene. It's enough to make a grown ass man weep with joy, a teen choke on his own tongue, and a boy hit puberty in one raw, gut-punching look.
"Mr. Williams, are you listening?" Her voice, stern and commanding, snaps me back.
'Shit, how long have I been zoning out?' I lean back, trying to play it cool. A smirk tugs at my lips.
"Sorry, what did I miss?"
Her eyebrow arches, a silent warning.
Glynda's eyes bore into mine, her expression unreadable as she adjusts her glasses with her red long fingernails.
"Mr. Williams, I will address the matter directly. You represent one of four exceptional cases at Beacon Academy." She pauses for a second, letting the words settle. "Specifically, your profile is distinctive due to the absence of a background rooted in wealth or a hereditary lineage of Huntsmen and Huntresses."
I shift in my seat, unease prickling at the back of my neck.
"How can I be 'exceptional'? I got here through Vale's incentive program for the less fortunate." I lean forward, elbows on her desk. "You know, the one that promises a shot at being a 'Vale Defender'."
Glynda's lips purse, a flicker of something, maybe annoyance, crossing her face.
"Yes, Mr. Williams, I am well aware of the program," she says in a low, steady tone, her gaze fixed firmly on mine. "Such programs exist precisely for cases like yours, as well as those of Mr. Lie, Miss Valkyrie, and Miss Sustrai." Folding her arms, she continues with quiet authority. "But make no mistake, the four of you are exceptions, not the norm."
I swallow hard, a lump forming in my throat.
"Where are you going with this, Professor?"
"What I am saying, Mr. Williams, is that you should take pride in yourself." Glynda's expression softens, just a fraction. "Securing admission to Beacon Academy is a significant accomplishment, particularly for an individual with your… 'distinctive background'."
I snort at the 'distinctive' part of my background, but I hold back any laughter.
'Distinctive background 'is a great word to replace infamy and bad reputation.' I think, still keeping my poker face.
"Well, thank you, Professor. I appreciate-." I try to speak while standing up, but she cuts me off.
"There is no need to thank me, Mr. Williams." Her voice cuts cleanly through mine, precise and unyielding. Leaning forward, her gaze sharpens. "But understand this, should you ever offer anything less than your absolute best, you will answer directly to me."
'OH MY GOD!' I scream mentally. 'I have such a fear bonner right now. I have to change the topic to calm down.'
I force a cough, trying to hide my nerves.
"So, uh, what am I still doing here, anyway?" I ask, shifting in my seat. "Shouldn't there be some kind of initiation or something?"
Glynda's brow furrows, confusion flickering across her face.
"Initiation?" She repeats in curiosity.
I nod, trying to appear more at ease than I feel.
"Yeah, you know, like a challenge or something. Isn't that what you have to do to get accepted into Beacon?"
Glynda's lips press into a thin line, her eyes study me intently as she speaks.
"Mr. Williams, did you not find it unusual that so few individuals were in attendance at Professor Ozpin's address yesterday?"
"Yeah, I guess. I mean, there were only like... ten people there."
Glynda's eyebrow arches, a small smile on her lips.
"Twelve, Mr. Williams. There were twelve individuals present."
"Still," I nod, conceding the point."That seems pretty low."
Glynda's lips pursed, her expression thoughtful.
"On the contrary, Mr. Williams. Twelve is quite a significant number." She pauses, her eyes never leaving mine. "Especially considering we only have one team in the second year."
My eyebrows shoot up, surprise coursing through me.
"One team? That's it?"
Glynda leans back, her eyes gleaming with pride and determination.
"Beacon Academy is not merely a school, Mr. Williams. It is an elite training institution, where we cultivate the finest, the strongest, the most exceptional individuals to become the future guardians of Vale." Her voice resonates, filled with conviction. "We spare no expense, no resource, in honing these young men and women into formidable Huntsmen and Huntresses."
I blink, taken aback.
"But... What about everyone else? I mean, what happened to all the other kids from Flare Academy who didn't make the cut?"
Glynda's expression softens, a hint of empathy in her eyes.
"Those who do not meet our rigorous standards are given two choices, Mr. Williams." She pauses, her fingers tapping against her desk. "They can choose to have their Aura locked. As you know, individuals with unlocked Auras attract Grimm more frequently. It is a safer, albeit more restrictive, path."
I frown, the thought of having my Aura locked sending a shiver down my spine.
"And the second option?"
"The second option is to join the Vale Guard. It is a less glamorous path, but no less important. They serve as our military backbone, protecting our major cities and borders from constant threats."
I nod, a sense of relief washing over me.
"So, they still get to fight, just... differently."
Glynda's eyebrow arches, a hint of approval in her eyes.
"Precisely, Mr. Williams. Everyone has a role to play in the defense of our world. It is merely a matter of finding where one fits best."
I lean back, my mind racing.
'Is this complexity just not exposed by the original series or is it more evidence that Canon has already been completely screwed?' I question in silence thinking.
Glynda's voice slices through my thoughts, sharp and commanding.
"Mr. Williams, your academic performance, your exceptional combat skills, and..." She pauses, her fingers flicking in air quotes, "Personality have not gone unnoticed."
I straighten, eyes narrowing.
"In light of these factors, you have been selected to assume leadership of a team, Mr. Williams."
I blink, shock coursing through me.
"Wait, you want me to be a team leader?" I scoff, disbelief etched on my face. "You do know about my reputation in Vale, right?"
A small smile plays on Glynda's lips, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Oh, I am well aware of your… 'reputation', Mr. Williams." She says with a smile, fingers tapping lightly against her desk. "But let us not forget, Huntsmen and Huntresses are known for their… eccentricities. If a drunken, miserly bastard can become one of the most respected Huntsmen in the world, I see no reason why you shouldn't be able to lead a team and succeed."
My eyebrows shoot up, surprise flickering across my face.
"Whoa," I mutter, feeling awkward. "Thanks."
"As I mentioned before, Mr. Williams, there is no need to thank me." Goodwitch declares her tone becoming icy cold, her gaze piercing my soul. "Your position at Beacon Academy may grant prestige and privileges ,but with them come immense responsibility, and constant scrutiny from the faculty. We will be watching your every action, and any lapse will not go unnoticed. Anything less than excellence will not be tolerated."
I nod, a bead of sweat trickling down my spine.
Glynda's lips curve into a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with approval.
"Good, Mr. Williams. I see you understand the gravity of your new role." She stands, her chair scraping against the floor. "Now, head to the locker room and prepare."
I frown, confusion washing over me.
"Prepare? Prepare for what, exactly?"
Glynda's eyebrow arches, a hint of amusement in her eyes.
"Why, for the Rite of Champions, of course."
My eyes widened, surprise coursing through me.
"Rite of Champions?" I repeat, confused. "Whats that?"
"As a team leader, Mr. Williams, you will participate in a small competition in front of Vale's esteemed politicians and allies." Her lips curve into a sly smile. "Consider it your debut, a chance to prove your worth and showcase Beacon's finest."
"Maaan," I groan in frustration. "Can I at least have breakfast?"
"There's no time for that," she replies dryly.
"That would never have happened in the original canon," I mutter, standing up as the teacher gives me a confused look.
"Canon?" Glynda repeats, curiosity flickering in her eyes, as I leave the room.
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E ai gurizada…
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Chapter 03 - Rite of Champions
Chapter 04 - Is that Ruby?
Chapter 05 - The Abyss
Chapter 06 - I can fix her
Chapter 07 - Kill all Grimm
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