The Child of Omens Part 2: RWBY x Male Reader

Chapter 12: Never Miss A Beat

Qrow: "How long have you known?" He glares at Raven.

Raven: "...Since before the raid of Haven."

There is a slight pause as Qrow processes all this information. He then stands, transforming Harbinger into its scythe from stabbing it into the tombstone, tearing it out o the ground, and launching it into the forest. Then pointing the edge on Raven.

Qrow: "You better have a damn good reason why Raven or you better close your eyes and pray I make it quick."

Raven: "I chose to keep him being alive a secret to protect him."

Qrow: "From what? Why would he need protecting?"

Raven: "Qrow, he's going after the Relic of Destruction. He never told me why, but he needed my help to find it, and we figured out where it is hidden..hopefully."

After a moment, Qrow lowers his scythe, transforming it back into a blade and planting it into the ground.

Qrow: *sigh* "Why didn't he come to find me? Was it something I did? Is it cause I didn't do enough"

Raven: "Qrow, you did more than enough for that child, but maybe he didn't find you because he knew you'd never believe what he had to say."

Qrow: Sitting back down at the tree. "What the hell do I do now? He's probably already long gone by now. Where'd you say he was headin'?"

Raven: "He's heading to the Arches of Beauty, in Vacuo. He left before the raid on Haven."

Qrow: "Yep, thought so. There's no way I can catch up with him in time."

Raven: "You mean we."

Qrow looks up to see Raven holding her hand out for Qrow to take.

Qrow: Taking her hand as she helps him up. "Alright then. Got any clue how to catch up with him?"

Raven: "I have one. A hot-shot pilot by the name of Ky Summers."

Near the Border of Vale and Vacuo

Falke: "Come on... it's time to wake up."

Falke stands up, already changed, as the two camped out in a cave overlooking a large break-in the forest as beyond lies the desert of Vacuo. Falke stands over Pyrrha, who still hasn't woken up from her sleep since they set up camp a bit later than usual.

Pyrrha: From under the blanket of her sleeping bag. "Noooo...mhmm..5 more minutes."

Falke: "That was 10 minutes ago. Come on. We have to get moving before it gets too hot. Don't make me do the trick again."

Pyrrha: Still under her blanket. "Noooooo."

After a couple more minutes of Pyrrha not wanting to get out of bed, Falke sighs to himself.

Falke: "Alright, but you did this to yourself." 

Kneeling over the sleeping bag, he snakes his hand under the blanket to the demonic mark that had formed on her back right below her shoulders. He hovers his hand over the mark as even now Pyrrha's breathing had become heavy as a slight small moan could be heard.

Falke: "Sensitive today are we~."

He continued to trace his fingers along her mark as she rustled in the sleeping bag letting out more small moans of pleasure. Finally, Falke stops as he finds the mark's center point, the most sensitive point. He grows an evil smile as he quickly pinches the area, Pyrrha sitting up faster than a bullet.

Pyrrha: "Ow! Not funny! You know that hurts a lot."

Falke: "And now you're awake. Besides, I told you what'd happen if you didn't get up. Now put some clothes on, don't think I didn't notice your lack of a shirt while under there." Pyrrha quickly begins to get dressed while muttering under her breath.

The two continue their journey as they soon approach the border between the two kingdoms, separated by a split between desert and forest. As they make the terrain change to the sands of Vacuo, they try to pass the time with chatter as the huge expanse of the desert is almost infinite.

Pyrrha: "Do you think we'll find any others here?"

Falke: "If you're talking about others from Beacon. Most likely, I mean, there could've been some in Mistral or even Atlas, so it's not impossible to say there aren't some who chose to come here."

Pyrrha: "Do you think Ruby and the others would come here?"

Falke: "I highly doubt it. I mean, they'd gain more from going to Haven or, hell, even Atlas, believe it or not. Who do you think would come here willingly, besides us?"

Pyrrha: "I think that other team we met, with Velvet...I think it was called CFVY. They might've come here."

Falke: "Isn't that the team with Coco on it. Now that I think about it, I completely forgot to find that fedora from the dance. Man! I loved that thing."

Pyrrha: "Really? The first thing you think of is a fedora?"

Falke: "Come on. You know you loved that hat. I bet you would have loved to have sex with it on."

Pyrrha: "I have no comment." Her cheeks turn a bright red.

Dante: Summoning himself. "That's a lie."

Dante and Falke laugh as Pyrrha scolds the two for laughing at something like that. As the two continue to walk through the dunes of the waste, a figure watches from a rocky cliff with a set of binoculars. He lowers them as he pulls up a communicator.

???: "I have the two in my sights, General Ironwood. Should I move in for the kill?"

Ironwood: "No, not until we can confirm that we can apprehend them. I understand your enthusiasm, but you have to contain yourself for the time being. Am I understood?"

???: "Understood, General. Agent Angelo, out."