The King [A RWBY fanfiction]

Ch. 3 | First-day in Beacon pt.1

A/n: The purpose of this fic is to help my creativity and plot development in my stories. Please do give me constructive feedback at the end of every chapter, it's important for me.

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"Hey, milord," Nebula said sarcastically, as I went inside our temporary dorms, she was wearing pajamas already, which meant she was getting ready to go to sleep, tired but still capable of being sarcastic and mocking when she felt like it... yep, that sums up Nebula quite alright, "We have classes tomorrow here at Beacon, and we have to prepare for the tournament," she said, pressing my shoulder with her index finger, retreating it and then poking me with it again, "So it would be nice if you told us when you're about to go missing for six to seven hours," she said, putting both hands on her hip.

Now, I remember this conversation crystal clear, I remember looking at her in the eyes, staring her down and thinking, 'Sorry about that, I got a little lost while exploring the city' ... well instead of a rational and normal thing coming out of my mouth I said something else, "You don't give me orders mongrel."

After telling her this one line I remember regretting a lot of my life decisions. The other two in the team glared at me, understandable, I wasn't exactly the best talking out there. Therefore, that night, too tired to talk to my teammates I headed for my bag, took my pajamas out, a white long-sleeved shirt, and black pants, and then laid down on my bed while putting both my hands behind my back.

"Right, you may not like it," I heard Nebula say as I rested my eyes, "But I am the team leader!" she yelled. I remember hearing her footsteps slowly grow nearer and nearer until she was right beside me, I opened my eyes and stared into hers, "You need to tell me -- tell us, where you are going," she stomped on the ground below her, "If for some reason you go missing, or you get hurt, we won't be able to participate in the tournament!" Nebula yelled, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me toward her.

"This is our chance to win, and I won't let this chance slip because a privileged prick like you decided to suddenly go missing!" she yelled.

I don't remember much more about that night, all I remember was this heavy feeling in my heart and this burning feeling in my chest as I clenched my fists while looking at her. After her speech I remember turning to my side and closing my eyes, hoping to fall to slumber as quickly as possible, it wasn't exactly the best night of sleep I've ever gotten.

I woke up incredibly early, it was only in a foreign country that I realized my dad was waking me up inhumanely early, and that I had unfortunately adopted such a bad habit. I looked around the room, seeing as my fellow teammates were asleep I decided to just get clothed there and then. In Vacuo I wore very little clothes, mostly due to the heat there, but here in Vale, where the biggest temperature of the last decade was 32 degrees Celsius(roughly 90 degrees Fahrenheit), I felt like wearing more clothes would be more appropriate.

I was -- in my opinion -- fashionably dressing with a white t-shirt with black pants and shoes with a black zip-up jacket with white lines following the arms above the shirt. I looked at the mirror in the room and swept my hair back with my hand. I then looked through my bag and took my scroll out.

I looked through it and checked the classes I had chosen for my temporary time at Beacon academy. I made the best decision of my life is not going for the more theoretical classes and sticking to the more practical ones because apparently, the theoretical ones were as boring as watching white paint dry on a wall.

Those decisions apart, my first day in Beacon was truly something special. My first class was weapon maintenance and creation. Due to how boring it was compared to my next classes I'll spare you the time -- basically, I was told off for using an old weapon, in other words, my practice bow, apparently, another student also got shit on by the professor, he was a second-year student though, someone called Yatsuhashi also used old weapons, in his case a greatsword.