RWBY: The Silver Eyed Freak

Aftermath.

It's been three weeks since the attack. It shouldn't surprise you, but it's been the only thing on TV. Okay, it's an exaggeration. Kids shows, local news, and sports are up, but most of the time it's about the attack. They haven't been able to get a good estimate, but they say around 15,000 died just in Vale alone from the Grimm and White Fang. Who knows what else from around the world. Grimm all across the globe spawned from the negative emotions spread from Cinder Fall.

I wish I could've killed her. If I had any more juice in the tank, I could've kept going. That final punch could've got her, but that power just...left.

Whatever that power was, I need it back. As fast as possible. Did it relate to that power I used on Pyrrha during our training? Probably. It was a more intense feeling then the power during training. If I could've tried to tap into that first power...I could've defended Jaune. But I was told to get Ozpin out of the area. He...defended me, sacrificed his life for me. It still doesn't feel real that Jaune is gone. My first friend in Beacon that isn't related to me...

"Hey. You look nice."

Yang again. In my room. Somehow sneaking in. She needs to learn to knock.

"I mean...I should look good for the funeral, shouldn't I?"

Jaune's funeral. Just having those two words together makes me feel sick. Makes me feel guilty. If I wasn't such a scared bitch at that moment, I could've got them both out.

...

No. Shut up. You used your semblance enough. You couldn't have done much.

But maybe I could've not over relied on it to where I could-

"Buddy. You're in your thoughts again."

Yang's hands land on my shoulders from behind, gently squeezing and pulling me out of my headspace. She may be the kind of person who doesn't take too many things seriously, but she's the best during those rare serious moments. I've been beating myself up the last couple weeks over Jaune's death. I'm sure Pyrrha wouldn't want to see me agai-

NO. SHUT UP.

"Yeah...thanks." I just sigh out.

She's wearing a loose white polo shirt and black dress pants. She may have worn a dress to the dance, but that was to look good. You don't dress to impress at a funeral unless you're a sociopath. I guess it's just comfier wearing the shirt and pants. It is kinda nice out...

"...Hey. Maybe when we get home tonight, we can do some sparring? We always spar with our partners or other teams, but me and you haven't had a fight since before the school year started. How bout it? Wanna reset the score and start 0-0?"

...you know what?

"That...yeah. I'd like that."

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Blace POV:

I watch as the last boat for the next...who knows how many hours, leaves the dock and sets sails to Menagerie. It's the only port in Vale that goes in and out of Menagerie. It'll be my ticket home, but not right now.