The Silver Dragon of Beacon (RWBY X Male Reader but it's an Isekai harem book)

Chapter 32: Kill The Mission

What the fuck is up with me?

"Oh, baby, are you feeling well? You're scowling," Please God I ask you one thing, smite this bitch and I will become the most devout Christian to touch Remnant... also the only one... hopefully.

"Please leave me alone. I only saved you because I already got my cathartic revenge," currently rethinking several life choices up until this very point.

"Aww, but if I leave how will I get my cathartic revenge?" that's not a valid argument.

"Because then I'll just get you back? You think I'm just gonna let you torture me and not throw you into the sun?" she just looks at me with fucking puppy dog eyes.

"But then I'll just come back and get you again," Huh, I guess an eye for an eye really is a bad way to live.

"What about a compromise? I mean, you killed me, I tortured you. Technically even. You torture me, and I kill you, technically even again. But then what? Why don't we just call it dead, heh, even here and we go about as strangers," I propose to her, feeling the thoughts going through her head.

"Deal! But, you gotta be my boyfriend from now on," what? No.

"What? No. Didn't you hear me earlier? I'm taken," Seriously what the bloody hell is up with this loon?

"I did, but it's not like you can't have more than one girlfriend," I- I don't know what I expected from her.

"You're just a bloody loon," I sigh.

"What? It's not crazy. Plus, shouldn't we live a little more in our second lives?" Ugh... fine.

"Fine, but, I'm only doing this because I did find you a little pretty back in our first lives," Why is she surprised? Does she think I would have entertained her at all back then if I didn't? "And because I'm slowly becoming a womanizer to cope with having to witness the atrocity that was the fall of Beacon."

"Yeah, Trauma'll do that to ya," I don't know why, but her smile comforts me.

Later.

I feel like I forgot something.

Meanwhile.

"He hasn't called or texted me..." the pink-haired, green-eyed cat faunus from the bullhead sighs. She sets her scroll down on her nightstand and falls back onto her bed.

Back with Y/N.

"Oh yeah, Ted's gift," I almost forgot about it.

I wonder what it is.

I walk into the room I woke up in and check under the bed, seeing a box with "Mark O." on it.

"Bastard knows I don't go by Mark anymore," I open it to find... a green and cyan jogger fit and a silver dagger with a red gem on the guard. "Huh, this is actually pretty nice. I'll have to buy him lunch sometime."

There's also a note at the bottom.

"Thanks for giving me a good fight, here's something out of my personal arsenal and a dagger I had Not construct. The clothes are nigh-indestructible and the dagger is Incursio from another universe. He only covers your right arm which I think suits your style.

-Cheers, Ted Brando.

P.S. You probably forgot about that girl you met on the bullhead."

Oh, that's what I forgot. Thanks, Ted.

Wait there's writing on the back.

"P.P.S. No problem dude."

Heh...