Unlucky - Male Reader x RWBY (BEING REWRITTEN)

Much Needed R and R (Part II)

CONTENT WARNING:

This story will contain graphic depictions of one or all of the following: Self-harm and drug addiction. Those who suffer from depression or who do not desire to read depictions of one or all of the above-mentioned topics should not read any further or skip over the parts. I will be mentioning each graphic part if you would not like to read it. Thank you.

I do not own RWBY, RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth and their affiliates. Thanks, now onto the story!

(Y/N POV)

"So Y/N, how have you been finding your time at Beacon?" Ozpin asked me.

I was currently sat across from Ozpin in his office, the ticking of clocks heard in the background.

"Uh, fine, I guess." I responded.

"Just fine?" He asked, raising an eyebrow

"Yeah... Anyways, what's up with this meeting? You do this with all the students?"

Ozpin chuckled, then reached into his desk and pulled out a file. He put the file in front of me. I looked at him confused, which he responded to by gesturing for me to open the file. I obliged, opening the front cover of the file. Inside, was a picture of a scruffy-looking man. He had looks very similar to me. Messy black hair, red eyes, and he had a stubble. A million thoughts blew up in my head. I turned up to Ozpin, forming a sentence.

"My mom's friend? W-What's the point of this?" I asked, my hands shaking, as I had a feeling as to why I was given this file.

Ozpin shook his head.

"Turn to the next page Y/N."

I slowly turned the page of the file, a list of things coming up, including a name.

Qrow Branwen...? Qrow was mom's friend... Branwen is his last name? Isn't that what that guy I fought at the breach called me? I haven't seen him since I was like 5...

"Why are you showing me this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ozpin sighed. 

"Y/N, you are such a smart kid. I assume that you understand why I am showing you this. The first night I met you, you wanted answers as to who your father was. I have been in close communication with Qrow since his time at Beacon, and I've known about you since you were born."

"He was there when I was kid... Why didn't he step in as a father!?" I yelled out, frustrated.  

"Because there are some things you can't understand yet, kid," A scruffy voice responded from behind me. 

I turned around, coming eye to eye with one Qrow Branwen. I looked at him with a look of shock and anger. I struggled to form a sentence.

"What... Why... Who the FUCK do you think you are!?" I spat out.

"I think I'm your dad,"  He chuckled out.

"And now you're fucking joking about it? Why did you leave us?!"

"As I said, kid, there are things you wouldn't understand."

"Then make me understand!"

"I'm afraid we can't do that, Y/N," The calm voice of Ozpin came.

"Why the hell not? If my father left me for some reason,  I feel like I deserve to know that reason!" I yelled out, turning back around towards Ozpin. 

"Y/N, here at Beacon, we bring up Hunters and Huntresses, to fight Grimm. We see Grimm as a threat to our liveliness. The biggest threat, even. But I'm afraid that's not so. There are bad people out there... People who want to see us suffer. Qrow tried to keep minimal contact to keep you safe from these people. I've already given up too much information, that is the most that I can give you."