So What? (RWBY)

Who Are You?

Eventually, Blake leaves my room, leaving me to my thoughts... And to a spirit. That's the worst part of Moonless, there truly is no such thing as alone time unless you try your hardest to block it out.

"What should I call you, like seriously? I think calling you just 'Moonless' gets old after awhile. Like yes, your my semblance but you're also someone I see a little too much for comfort." I ask absentmindedly.

"You shouldn't name me or pick a name for me, Gray. Than you'll start to get attached, and we don't need that do we? I do my job and you do yours." Moonless replies in a nonchalant, yet pompous tone.

"I disagree, if I like you more than we'll work better. Besides, I'm stuck with you till the grave anyway, aren't I?" With an attempt at a comforting smirk, I head to sleep so I can face him more directly.

As I wake up I see Moonless looking at me with a slightly irritated glare, yet an almost impressed one.

"Well if you must know, I do have a name. And no, I won't hit you with a classic 'Sorry I forgot ehhehehe', no I know my name. I just never tell people it, I actually remember my entire life before becoming a spirit." 

"Really, than please, tell me about it." As I sit down on a chair I thought up, I smile to him comfortingly, I don't really like this guy, but I don't want to hate him either. It's not like either of us want to be with each other for forever. 

"Well, it's a lot actually. I was born a young girl, my name was Fuchsia, Fuchsia Sky-" Moonless chuckles at my immediately shocked look.

"You were a girl in life? And your name... Your name was Fuchsia?! That name would lead me to believe you were a more serene, relaxed person but that's not you at all. Just what happened?" Honestly I still can't believe Moonless- or Fuchsia was anything before that, though I guess it makes sense.

"You really were told nothing, actually I'm not surprised, I know everything about you after all... Well, since you're so interested in me, yes I was a much sweeter woman. Born in a small city known as Maypon, I actually was a mischievous young child, I didn't do many chores but more focused on having an innocent enjoyment of life. Then I became 15."

I can't wait to go to the market today, all of these men from across the world are here to sell their things, this is the best time of the year! I don't have to just eat stuff made of corn, wheat, rice, and cows for a month! I run out of my house, beaming with joy as I rush to the market.

"Fuchsia, where are you going?" My mother yells at me as she walks behind me, her own handbag in linked in her tired arms.

"To the market, it's the best time of the year to get foreign goods and who knows, maybe a cute boy or two along the way." After smirking at my mom deviously, I realize her look is a lot more disapproving than I expected. Usually she played along with my jokes.

"Fuchsia, you're not going to the market, you're going somewhere else... In Cordovia, 1200 miles north." My mom looks down at me with an apologetic look, why would she send me to a place where a war is going on. "You see, dear... We need to keep our son to carry the family name and we needed to have funds to survive the coming Winter so... We sold you to the military to fight for our country."

"But... I'm not a military grade fighter, those soldiers have powerful semblances and weapons, I'm just a girl." 

"Well, you do have your semblance, Intuition, and your aura levels are exceptional, especially for a young woman... So I believe that-" I cut my mother off, yelling at her in rage.

"You don't really believe that do you? You're just sending me because you can't afford me, and since our country is desperate they'll use just about anyone, right?! Because I matter less to you than Firouzeh?!" I yell at her, getting upset and running out the door. "Fine, I'll play murderer for you. Even if I live, don't expect me to come back."  

"After I left my home, I quickly ran to the ship they were using to transport any potential soldiers. You see, my semblance basically meant that I could sense the right moves to make in a situation, as in if I had to go somewhere and was lost, I could tell where I needed to go. Or if I was being attacked, I could tell the correct countermeasure."

"So like increased senses basically?" I asked her, a bit surprised by the revelation. "In that case then, why don't you seem to have better senses when you control me? I can still feel everything and such and even though I don't have control, when you eat and drink I still taste it and such, so why aren't your senses heightened when controlling me?"

"When I'm controlling you, I myself am the semblance. As such I don't have a semblance, I am just me, as such I can't use anything special outside of what you have to offer, and I'm really all you have to offer." Fuchsia blankly, a bit harsh yet kind of fair I guess when put in her shoes. She's a spirit that's dealt with at least like... fifty people. I'm just another life for her.

"Well, I wouldn't say I have nothing to offer you, I am your last life as of now correct? At least until I give birth, which means I do have something to offer you." I have to keep a bit of my dignity here, any conversation with her is always super demoralizing so I have to keep at least a bit of pride here.

"Yes, but there's also another way for me to be freed from this cycle, if I find a case where you don't need me anymore and there's no suitable vessel for me. I simply move on to the afterlife."
Fuchsia gives me one of her first ever genuine smiles at me, the only other time I can remember is when she first saw me as her next vessel. "I believe you have it in you to actually free me as of now, at least a better chance compared to my last vessels. Your grandfather was hardly anything I'd call passable at even getting into a fight, let alone winning them without my help. And your father, don't let me start. The one thing we could agree on is our opinion on those animals, outside of that he was nothing but deplorabl-"

"I know a dead life isn't exactly anything new to either of us, but how would it effect you if I was speaking ill of those who took care of you... Well actually you didn't really have anyone who did such so I guess the apathy is well explained." It's hard to keep composure when hearing ill speak of those you care about, however sometimes you just have to expect it. As I woke up from my slumber, I find myself upset yet with a bit of a clearer mind. This discussion will have to be continued later, she's too good at pressing my buttons for me to keep around her for a while.