RWBY: The Boy Named Rin

CHAPTER 6

A/N:

Exams are finally over! The remaining exams for the semester is on July 17-20, so if I don't update a week before, please understand.

Anyways, boy, am I'm having a blast writing this fic, especially since I'm trying out a new style of writing, Only Using Other Character's POV.

It makes my imagination go overdrive, and that feels amazing!

That's all for this update, I guess. Time to return back to the world of Remnant.

Emerald POV

Men were not born equal.

That was something that an old man she'd seen before said constantly when they were hiding from the rain with cardboard, that was a long, long time ago.

She had honestly thought that she was doomed, having to steal, lie, deceit, help local gangs, for the rest of her life.

There were even "places" that invited her to be their... worker. She'd rather off herself than to be a prostitute. She has seen what happened to them before. Not a pretty story.

She thought it was her fate, her destiny to be a simple thief with a useful Semblance.

That was when HE came to save her.

It was raining that day. A sad rainy day.

She was walking around with her trusty switchblade, something that she managed to cough up from all the stealing that she'd done, blending in with the crowd to find her next target.

Usually, she aims for those who had no guard, or rich people. Those were the easiest to steal from. She had to learn the hard way not to keep her head up in the afternoon in fear of Huntsmen patrolling around, but since it was raining, her chances were much higher.

Today, however, she was hungry. She had been starving for over two days now, and her stomach was growling at the thought of filling itself. That was a luxury that she would never experience.

So, her target today was a fruit vendor, one that had always been her usual targets when she was hungry. Using her Semblance, she'd stolen from him about 8 times already.

Taking a deep breath, she concentrated on her mystical energy in her body. Aura, one of the gang members that she frequently helped told her about it, the manifestation of the soul.

It had its practical uses. Its force field properties make her immune to any damage as long as she had Aura, and it has some offensive properties, making it a very useful tool for her.

It was honestly depressing, a Semblance was usually the window to the soul of the user. For her to have an illusion-based Semblance speaks volume of her character.

She was a thief, through and through.

Focusing on the middle-aged man, she sculpted the illusion that she was about to inflict. Making her seem invisible to him. Making one of the closer apples disappear. Making him vision a little blurry on the left. It was a perfect illusion.

Creeping up to the stall, she held her breath as she slowly takes the apple, looking around to avoid anyone stopping her.

She grabbed the apple, and pulled it away carefully, making sure to not accidentally move the surrounding apples and fruits.