Where Black Rose's Grow (RWBY) (Discontinued)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

Waking up with the weight of the world all in her skull, Yang holds her head as the pounding first thoughts of hers pulse and throb. Throwing an arm over the bed, punching at the open curtains, she drops on the floor with a dull thud. This sound makes her bunkmate jump and throw the book she had slept with. The book smacks Weiss in the face, making her get up and angrily throw it to the wall, the loud bang waking up her own bunkmate. The team begins to argue with the sudden waking too early for the weekend, waking up in the bathroom.
Leaning on the doorframe, Gold slaps the door and yells, “Shut up!”
“Why are you here?” Weiss yelled.
Yang agreed with her, “Yeah, why weren’t you in bed?”
“I don’t know, I was in the tub.” Groaning, he rubs his head as he attempts to use his semblance to rid his headache, yet it only folds the door beside him horizontally. “The hell happened last night?”
Thinking, Weiss counts moments on her fingers. “Blake came to the dance, Ruby got in a fight, jnpr danced together, I danced with Neptune-”
“Good for you. Yang?”
Woozy, Yang asks, “Is the toilet clean?”
“Probably not.” Despite this, Yang still rushes past him.
Finding a pocket mirror on a desk, he opens it and looks to see if he looks how he feels. His hair is all sorts of messed up, purple lipstick is on his lips… and neck, jaw, and chin; he doesn’t have on his robes, just his trousers and half his blindfold. On his wrist is a band to a place called “Junior’s”.
“I went to a club?” He asks himself, "In what life would I go to a club?”
Weiss comments, “You look like you got mugged, or attacked by a faunus in heat.”
Holding his head, Gold leaves while saying, “I can’t even, my head must stay relatively empty.” Going to a dorm over, he drops in his bed and wraps himself tightly to block all light.

Down at the city of Vale, Yang races the outskirts of the city as Gold enjoys the view that they pass. Patting his arm, Yang points to the city where a large chunk of the floating city now releases a rainbow of colors. He gives her a thumbs up and in an instant she speeds up. She flies them through the empty streets. Loud music blasts as for the first in Vale, there is something brighter than either Beacon or Amity.
Parking a few streets back, Gold rids himself of his under-robe, throwing it into golden dust. Yang drags him to the line, he, however, had a different plan. Bringing her to the front, he gets a glimpse of the registry and from over and images his name replacing another, getting their entry right away. She and him drink as though their mother’s were Irish whores, as if freedom has come around for the first of years. For the first in millenia, Gold lets his restraints fall loose instead of the forever pulling of them.
As the club slowly dies down, the two find themselves at the bar, as Gold’s susceptibility to alcohol has finally been found. Hours of drinking, partying, and playful flirting, to now crying on the shoulder of his newest. In his state, he reveals to her his biggest fears. The only way he could die, and that if he dies, his family’s eternal soul would be forgotten. The failure he has done, that he refused to ever dance with his wife, yet he dances with someone unofficial. His biggest of mistakes, failing to lock his memories away, but the success of retaining his past personality. He remembers them all, from his view the past, present, and future all mend. She is of the future, yet is both present and past, too young compared to him.
Whilst he sobs, he is embraced by her. What was expected to be strong and stiff, was gentle and warm. With an evil smirk, Yang places a hand atop his head. She strokes his hair, as she puts it, but truly pets him. Eventually this calms him down to a steady control of his emotions once more, although this was only due to the embarrassment of revealing that he chuffs. He slaps off her hand and gets up, dragging her back to the party.

In his room, he slaps his face. As he drags his hands down, he releases a growlish roar to then slap the bed. “Why the fuck did I drink!?”  Jumping out of bed, he finds his boots and sword and walks out, still unknown as to where his robe had gone. During his walk to his first class that he would attend, his scroll buzzes in his pocket. A message from the school itself to go to the auditorium.
Everyone was brought there, students of Beacon and not, and on the stage Professor Ozpin waited patiently at the microphone.
“Today we stand together, united; Mistral, Atlas, Vacuo, Vale. The Four Kingdoms of Remnant. On this day, nearly eighty years ago, the largest war in recorded history came to an end. It was a war of ignorance, of greed, and of oppression. A war that was about much more than about where borders fell, who traded with whom, but about the very ideal of individualism itself. We fought for countless reasons, one of which being the destruction of art and self-expression, and as you are well aware, that was something many could not stand for. As a result, those that opposed this tyranny started naming their children after the core aspect of art itself; color. It was their way to demonstrate that not only will they refuse to tolerate oppression, but neither would the generations to come, and it was a trend that was held to this very day. We encourage individuality, self-expressionism, and unity through diversity. As I have said; today, we stand together, united, but this bond cannot exist without effort. Which is why today, while the rest of the world celebrates peace; Huntsmen and Huntresses will work to uphold it. As first year students, you will be tasked with shadowing a professional huntsmen or huntress on a mission. Some of you will be taken out of the kingdom for several days, some of you will work within the walls for the rest of the week. But no matter which path you choose; remember to be safe, remember your training, and remember to do your very best.”
It was an inspiring speech for the first missions of the year, deserving of the large applause. Hastily, Gold makes his way to the mission board and scans through the missions. Of the many, he aims for something that could get him an advantage, more intel and proof against team cemn and Pyrrha. Perhaps inside the city itself, but he must figure where someone like them would get the best of work done. Somewhere downtown, especially somewhere with easy access to Junior’s. District 18. Between the docks and commerce area of downtown. He chooses the area and types in his Huntsman ID, but gets restriction due to class level.
“Looking for a few fights, are you?” Professor Ozpin asks from behind.
Grunting a positive note, Gold says, “I’m a man o’ war, my name speaks, “The golden light from the heavens” and I keep it close.”
He asks deeper, yet still vague, “So you seek righteous justice?”
“No.” Gold thinks for a second, gathering his views. “As I have done many times; I want the wrongs prevented before they dare start, and if I fail, I will stand in the front lines and not hold, but push.”
Ozpin gives clearance to Gold, giving access to him fully. “An interesting thought; I must ask, how long will you fight, when will the Phoenix of War lay down his blade?” He asked.
“I don’t know, probably if I was to ever settle down.” Gold releases a snort, “I don’t ever see myself doing that.”
After a long sip of cocoa, he shakes his head in disagreement. “Perhaps, but the future is more vague than even I.” He then motions to Gold’s chest, “By the looks of you, I can see you settling.”
“Please, a club is the last place to find someone to settle.” Gold walks away, leaving with a thanks to Ozpin. On his way, he sees in the corner of his eye the robe and coat of which he lost. In it is a frame both too large and small, but perfect for his arms. “So early on, and you already stole my clothes?” He teases, hugging the blonde from behind.
She yelps in surprise, when she realizes who it was she then elbows him in the gut, “You jerk.” Her hair heats up under his chin.
He laughs it off and releases a deep breath in bliss. Teasefully, he pokes her head, “Calm it hottie, I’m not ready for smores.”
Weiss, skipping and gagging over what had occured, asks him, “Did you get a mission already?”
“Why is everyone asking me stuff?” Gold asks himself. “Yes, I found a mission, I’ll be in the city to prevent more dust heists.”