The Pacifist Who Could End the World (RWBY X Male Reader)

Chapter 5 - The Beginning of the End

A lone boy was curled up hooked up to serval machines feeding him unknown fluids. Staring at the floor, small whimpers and sobs crept out, increasing the pain. From the one way glass, a set of scientists watched on studying their work.

"Test subject 005 has accepted the artificial gene. We see spikes in his magic possibility far surpassing even the four maidens. He will be a great use to us."

The boy looked up, clutching his arm biting his lip, trembling. Though they did not know it, he could clearly hear each and every last of them planning out his dreaded future, living like a caged animal. 

"However, there is one small problem. It appears the boy is still fighting the urge to follow orders. While he eventually comes around, he constantly denies us access to his abilities blocking them entirely."

"What of the other children?"

"Each has come around much easier compared to 005. In fact, the twins have fully accepted their fate subduing to all orders."

The lead scientist looked back, watching the boy with a proud smirk. "He'll come around soon enough. Operation grief is a major success. With that in mind, we shall name this subject Denial. Soon the world will know true power, of course to those who big the highest."

The boy's hand dissolved into deep darkness, his heart dying of all emotion, the power of Grief draining him. Soon enough, his hand went back to normal as he clutched it tightly, whispering to himself. "No more... No more."

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Spinning in the air, I kicked the sandbag back, smashing it against the wall falling to one knee panting. Then, wiping the sweat from my face, I stood up, tightening the bandages wrapped around my arms, picking up another bag to train with. 

"You know, I could have sworn you claimed to be taking the route of a pacifist. This doesn't look very peaceful to me." Qrow chuckled, leaning against the door to the training hall already with another flask. Then, standing up, he moved it away, holding his hand out. "Don't you dare."

Putting the bag up on the hook, I began light and rapid jabs moving around, keeping myself focused. "I said I wasn't going to use my powers; there's nothing wrong with a light workout. There are no classes today, so I thought I'd hone in on my skills."

Qrow silently watched as I put a hole through another bag, tutting to himself. "A light workout? With punches like that, you'll kill somebody."

"Pulling your punches is a lot harder than you'd think." Then, throwing me my broomstick, I caught it confused. "Funny."

"Try hitting the dummy with that," Qrow suggested stopping me just as I did. "But balance your power throughout the broom, never into one point."

Taking his advice, I spun the broom around, holding it lightly from two different points taking a deep breath. The moment air left my lungs, I acted, smacking the bag several times repeatedly, each in other points the bag withstanding my attacks. Hitting it one last time, neither the broom nor the bag had broken. "Not bad."

"Once you've mastered using that broom as a weapon, not allowing it or your target to break, you can move onto your own body. Pulling your punches in hard, but balancing that power through your body makes it more tolerable." Qrow lectured, sipping on his flask. "If you're going to be on the same team as my nieces, you need to be able to back them up when the time arises, without using those abilities of yours. Whether or not you pull it off could be the differences between life and death."

"I knew something about you felt familiar," I spoke up, leaning against the broom stretching my arm. "I'm surprised you're so calm about me being on a team with them then."