A Chipped Heart (RWBY X Nioh 2)

Chapter 4: Beacon Academy

It was a quiet night in the woods of Mistral as Ichiro with his usual quiet self could be seen seated next to a fire sharpening his katana. To his side Mitori could be seen curled up resting on the ground his eyes closed. Most nights with Ichiro were like this, quiet and mellow seeing as the boy couldn't make good conversation considering his condition. Mitori was not bothered however as he knew of the talkative nature kids around his age possessed and actually took the quiet quite well. Several more minutes went by as Ichiro continued to sharpen his katana the only time he stopped being to survey his surroundings and gaze at the fire. But one pause lasted longer than the rest as Ichiro took to his thoughts. What was his life for the past few years? Hop from town to town, not staying to long as his mere presence would draw Grimm to innocent civilians. Take on the one odd job or two so he could have some money to sleep in a inn instead of the cold hard ground of the forests. Eventually though even the lovely feeling of laying on a nice soft bed lost all sense of comfort as he grew accustomed to the forest floor. 

A long winded sigh soon left Ichiro as he realised just how little meaning his life had since the loss of his parents. Mitori sensed Ichiro's stress knowing very well of the thoughts that plagued his mind yet the owl stayed silent. Shaking his head Ichiro pushed those thoughts to the back of of his conscience and decided to look at something more positive in his life. By tomorrow Ichiro would be attending Beacon academy A school well known for mentoring the best huntsmen and huntresses alike. Joining an academy always seemed like a distant dream to Ichiro a boy born to both a Faunus and yokai. Smirking to himself Ichiro knew now was the better time than any to catch some sleep. Yet as he went to put out the fire a rustle in the bushes alerted both him and Mitori the owl in response flying into Ichiro's body.

"This place fucking blows" A feminine voice angrily spoke out.

Stepping out from the underbrush leaves and branches stuck to her cloths the girl with a scowl on her face came to a stop after seeing a seated Ichiro. 

"Uh, yo." The girl awkwardly greeted.

Ichiro remained motionless and instead inspected the girls appearance.  Short purple hair covered a majority of her face leaving much to the imagination, a black crop with numerous tears covered her chest. Fishnets covered her lower torso exposing her tan skin through the holes and just below that she wore torn black jeans with fitting black sneakers.  Of course seeing that Ichiro was doing nothing but staring at her the girl grew increasingly uncomfortable and attempted to break the silence.

"So uh, are ya just going to stare at me like a weirdo?" She asked with furrowed brows.

Ichiro remained still and the girl thought she was in for another round of the silent game. That was until Ichiro raised his hand and gave the girl a wave. 

"See that wasn't so hard." The girl mused with a half smile.

Ichiro didn't care much for formalities and went back to sharpening his blade. Looking around the campsite the girl noticed her weary condition, she had been walking for quite some time and this guy in front of her could care less for her presence but it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Mind if I sit here with you?" The girl posed.

Ichiro continued on his task not entertaining any questions.

"And I stand corrected." The girl huffed as she took a seat her back resting against a tree bark.

For the next hour or so the unknown girl sat across from Ichiro watching with disinterest as the boy went about his business. The silence however was killing her, how could this guy be so quiet let alone be so comfortable by himself.  When Ichiro was done with his sharpening the boy just sat in silence katana resting in his lap as he stared bleakly at the ground. Seeing as he wasn't currently preoccupied with anything the girl thought now was the best time to get to know him