The King [A RWBY fanfiction]

Ch.8 | The Dance's midnight Sky

I walked around thoughtlessly through the ball. Yang was nice enough to come to chat with me, she probably saw I was super lonely and came to talk to me so I wouldn't feel lonely, what an angel she could be. 

"Sorry mongrel, but as I've told you, you look like a baboon. That dress was far too simple and its color does not compliment you at all, it makes you look like you took bedsheets and used them as a dress." 

"At least I don't look like someone in an ancient royal ball, your highness looks like someone from a thousand years ago came to the future! Why so much gold? Why so flashy? Are you compensating for something?!" Yang didn't seem the most cheerful person at that moment. I told her to chill out in the most non-rude way possible.

"Magot, your voice irritates my eardrums, would you mind stop talking? Your voice feels like some kind of bug is near my ear buzz buzzing." 

She left, but her stares were not lost on me as I strolled about the auditorium room. It was boring, if they were trying to make this look exciting they failed terribly. The smoke machine although a cool idea on paper was really annoying, especially when you aren't expecting to enter a room filled with fog. The people going into the auditorium coughed or ran past the fog like idiots, hitting people standing around. At that time I remember thinking 'That's going to be taken out in five minutes...' and I was right! Terrible idea!

Also, who the hell puts doilies in a high school... would it be high school? Whatever, who puts doilies in a party full of energetic teenagers? I get that it's supposed to be kind of formal and whatnot, but really, doilies? My opinion on many things changed over the few years preceding this event, but it did not change about the doilies, honestly a dumb idea, we were eating stuff off of plastic plates! Also, though the dance was supposed to be a formal meeting between the academies, the vibe was supposed to be informal so that students were more comfortable talking to one another, so adding to the formal atmosphere was not a good idea. 

Pyrrha came alone and then Jaune left and came back with a white dress -- I wasn't judging... too much, but then he danced while everyone laughed at him -- which was to be expected honestly -- until then I always thought of him as a shy kid who got pushed around, but apparently he was braver than I was.

I just stood there at the party without doing much, I didn't drink the punch because there were too many people around it, and even I wasn't dumb enough to insult every single one of them and leave. Instead, I stuck to just hanging out in a corner of the audience room. They took my favorite spot so I was left with the annoying corner.  

I remember feeling miserable, in that corner, just waiting until the dance was over. A lot of people ran around. I honestly felt like I was a farmer watching sheep move about, and to me, it was as boring as watching paint dry.

My teammates arrived and then danced with one another, I saw Nebula quickly glance at me, then look the other way... rude behavior at its finest.  

"Now! For another event of the evening!" Yang's voice came from the different speakers, I felt a chill, and then my gut warned me of something. I wondered why I was suddenly so nervous, "We were going to have a band play professionally, but their singer got sick, and so we didn't lose this moment, they generously offered for a student to sing along to their song!" I looked over at Yang on the podium, she smiled wickedly at me. "We've chosen Zilar du Bigarrena Gilgamesh to sing!"

For a good three seconds, the reality remained broken for me. I thought I had miss-heard her say something. I raised my eyebrows, my fists were sweaty, but not the tired kind. The glass I held nervously shook like I had some kind of nerve problem on my hands. 

'What, sorry -- what? What? What? --Wha -- what?' I repeated over and over in my mind. Then I finally voiced my question, "I am sorry, what... Magot?" I cursed myself immediately after. Yang didn't look like she was in a particularly good mood, probably because the fog-machine idea hadn't worked and people said it sucked, but for whatever reason, she chose to take it out on me.