Hey guys, first write on here, so... yeah, constructive criticism. DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from the RWBY series, all rights go to the original creators.
"Aw, boo!" The whines of a young girl rang out. The sun was high and the day was hot. A treeline giving way to a small clearing, peppered by grass and tall weeds. A small house lay in the center, painted white, but clearly old with the paint peeling in places. A cozy little place in the middle of nowhere. Two children lay on the porch of the house, a boy and a girl.
A game laid in front of them, much larger than a normal one found in any store. At first glance, it looked professionally made, but with a close examination, one could tell it was handmade. There were several multi-colored die spread, cards, and a rather large book of instructions, all on a board that held many small buildings. Clearly, the girl just lost this match.
"You definitely cheated," she said, "No one can be THAT good on a game like this." The girl's hair shone against everything in a bright blonde, some even confused it with white. Her face was clean of any freckles or blemishes, except for a scar that resembled a long cut underneath her eye. She wore a plain grey t-shirt with jeans and small pink shoes.
"You shouldn't've made it so easy," the boy replied jokingly. "I will say, this game's a massive improvement though." The boy seemed cocky and arrogant, but everyone who knew his name, would know better. His hair was black as night and about moderate length, waving in even the slight wind. He too, was free of freckles and blemish, but he yielded no scar. He wore a white shirt with sleeves rolled leading to jeans and black running shoes.
"Thanks, I spent a ton of time on it yesterday making the finishing touches, even though Mr. Kiro almost confiscated it, haha." She sighed, smile fading into a gloomy expression. "And they say high school is worse..." The boy looked at her. "Hey now, we still have plenty of time before that. Plus we'll be together every step right?" The girl's smile returned. "Yep. From the beginning-" she extended her hand and paused, waiting. The boy took hers and said, "To every damn end."
"Wanna keep going?" the boy asked. "I haven't seen most of the cards yet."
"Sure, but knowing you, you'll be a master by tomorrow." She laughed. These were the only moments where they really laughed; together. After a long while, "Hey Gray?" the girl asked. The two had given themselves nicknames based on their favorite colors, which were both, ironically, grey.
"What's up?" Gray asked. "Do you really think we'll be able to become a hunter and huntress?" Gray stared at her, seeming puzzled. "I mean, I know we both agreed to, and we both dream of it, but will I even be capable of getting a weapon? It won't be a guaranteed pairing either. I just don't think I'll be able to keep up with you at some point."
In the first week they met, back in grade school, they both discovered a want to become combat specialists, or hunter and huntress, as it's more commonly known. They agreed to stick together on their journeys and have been friends ever since. Yet, it wasn't their common interest in becoming super human that brought them together, but the simple fact that they had the smallest souls ever created. They had no empathy for others, and viewed the world as a pathetic place for pathetic people.
"Syl," he said sorrowfully, "You know that I'll never let that happen. I doubt that I'll need to do anything though, 'cause you are definitely going to be on my level every step of the way." Silver, or Syl as Gray always preferred, felt a wave of relief and encouragement across her mind. "You always know what to say, you know?" she happily replied. "I guess," Gray said, only happy to know she was satisfied.
Dusk was upon them by then. They had spent the whole day together testing out Silver's new game, and they enjoyed every second of it. They always did, since the rest of their lives were so boring and lifeless. Gray moaned for a few seconds. "Why does every moment at home have to suck so much...?" he said. "Don't worry," Silver said, in an attempt to comfort him, "I'll meet you first thing in the morning again, so look forward to that." She smiled. Gray smiled back.
"Well, I guess I'll see you then." With that, he strode away on the dirt path, his shadow at his heels. A she stared at his figure, Silver remembered why she admired him. She loved his confidence, his strength, and most of all, his mental ability. Every child and their parent knew the name Gray, and had adopted the thought of him as some sort of weaker god. He was a brilliant strategist and hadn't lost a game of anything in his life. No matter how the others tried, cheat or not, he would always win. Rumors even spread about him that he was a demon, sent to put others to shame.
Silver knew better. Gray was no god, demon, or anything of the sort. After all, she knew what a demon's presence truly felt like. She was sure that was why Gray had taken a liking to her in the first place. She was the only child in history to face a demon and walk away.
As he walked, Gray wandered in thought. He wondered what his parents were going to say that he'd heard before. He knew that he would get home before his curfew, but he didn't want to return home. His house was too big and his family too spiteful. His parents loved him as they did any of his siblings, but they too were afraid of his abilities occasionally. His siblings resented him for his power and they grew jealous over time. He knew what they said behind his back.
But these were just reasons he said to those who asked why he hates his home. Gray hated his home because it was far too boring all the time. His family was dull and too dumb to truly understand much else from eating. In truth, Gray was ashamed of his family, and regretted ever being born into it.
He kept walking and reached a sidewalk on the edge of a country road. He took a left and kept walking.
He thought about Silver. She was his escape from it all. She was the only one who he appreciated in life. Silver was pure and knew what the world demanded from her. He admired her for understanding how people operate, and then manipulating them. It's true that her past with demons had caught his eye, but she was the one who convinced him to stick around.
By then, he had passed a few small houses, and eventually arrived at a large, impressive black fence and a gate the size of a sailboat. This was his home, a luscious, brown mansion with symmetrical window patterns and bushes lined to perfection along pathways around the yard, also trimmed to the millimeter.
He could see lights from the room he knew was the kitchen, so he knew it was at least 6 o'clock. "Great..." he sighed. He walked up to the gate and pressed a button a brick pillar lining the gate's hinges. A quiet buzzing noise announced that the gate was opening to let its arriver inside. He proceeded toward the grand door on the mansion.
That was ten years ago...
