Power Stolen By The Kiss(male reader x rwby) +18

Aftermath

As the story smoothly transitions back to the destroyed bar, the focus shifts to Kevin, who has been saved with the help of Sam and Professor Ozpin. The air is thick with confusion as they try to piece together what exactly happened, their minds grappling with the events that unfolded.

The scene is filled with remnants of chaos and destruction. The shattered glass crunches beneath their feet as they cautiously navigate the debris. The pungent smell of smoke and burnt wood lingers in the air, a testament to the violence that took place.

Kevin's gaze falls upon Weiss, and he nods to her, his expression a mix of disbelief and fleeting amusement. His fingers instinctively trace the soft, smooth contours of her shoulder blades, seeking solace and connection amidst the chaos. Each breath he takes is filled with a sense of longing, a desperate yearning to find solace and understanding in a world that seems to have turned against him.

In that moment, Kevin realizes the depth of his feelings for Weiss. The realization washes over him, leaving a bittersweet ache in his chest. No one has ever made him feel this way in a long time. The tenderness he holds for her, the love that blossoms within his heart, is a rare and precious thing.

Ozpin nodded in silent agreement with Sam, still staring at the floor of what was once a bar, now turned into a battlefield. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to the story than Kevin and Karlin just having a duel. He was sure now that the pair had their own history that needed to be explored further.

“You’re right, Sam. We need to investigate more thoroughly. We must find out the true story behind those two. Sam, I need you to take a look at this crime scene and put together what happened here.”

  "Okay," Sam agrees, his words accompanied by a nod of his head. As the sound of footsteps reaches their ears, Sam's anticipation grows, and he lets out a weary sigh. He instinctively readies his marksman weapon, fully aware of his own limitations compared to Kevin's formidable strength. The memory of Kevin being carried away, like a lifeless body in a body bag, by those who call themselves Melanie and Red, still lingers. Sam hopes for a chance at rescuing him.

Sam plants his hands firmly on his knees, the tension evident in his posture. Relief washes over him as he realizes it is one of their allies from Beacon Academy approaching - Ruby Rose. She introduces herself with boundless excitement, proclaiming her title as a Huntress extraordinaire and the leader of the remarkable Team RWBY. Ruby's energy is infectious as she jumps up and down, her weapon, a scythe, slung over her shoulder, adorned with a striking combination of red and black. Her attire, a captivating blend of colors, complements her vibrant personality.

"What's up?" Ruby asks, her smile radiant. Sam is left momentarily flabbergasted by her presence, armed with her own weapon. He gazes at his own marksman weapon, realizing he has only a single arrow remaining. His attention shifts to Professor Ozpin, who stands beside Ruby. Ruby's boots crunch against something sharp and pointy, like shattered glass shards, as she surveys the scene. Tables and furniture lie in ruins, knives and swords embedded in the bar, evidence of a fierce battle that took place. The floor is littered with broken glass, remnants of spilled alcoholic drinks, forming a treacherous obstacle course. Wooden stools lie overturned and shattered, emitting a creaking sound as they give way underfoot. Along the walls, cracks and splinters mar the once-sturdy structure. Ruby's gaze falls upon the shattered music window, a neon-colored rainbow installation, sizzling with residual electricity and emitting a shower of sparks. It hangs precariously, defying gravity in its broken state, leaving Ruby puzzled as to how such destruction occurred. Blood trails stain the surroundings, a testament to a brutal and merciless sword fight gone awry.

Ruby is taken aback by the utter chaos that she just walked into, with overturned furniture and broken glass everywhere. She immediately gets a sense of the severity of this situation, and that there is probably more going on than meets the eye.

"What the hell!?" she exclaims, scanning the broken furniture and blood trails. She reaches for her scythe, trying to maintain a sense of vigilance in this place.

"Who did this? Where's Kevin?" she asks, looking for any clues that can help reveal the identity of the individuals responsible for this havoc.