The Mimic - A Blake X Male Reader story

Chapter 14: Talk of the class...

Y/N POV

As we returned from getting into our combat clothes, Port said that I would be the first to fight and gestured for me to step forward, hands in my hoodies pockets.

Mimic: (In Head) "I think I would rather rip Professor Pig apart than some Beowolf..." he growled in my head as I felt the pain in my left eye return.

Port: "Are you ready Mister L/N?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, as I hadn't taken a 'ready' stance.

Y/N: "Yeah, let's just get this over with..." I muttered the last part so no one could hear it.

Yang: "Go Y/N!" she cheered from her seat.

Blake: "Fight well!" she said as I blushed slightly before noticing that she was waving a small 'Team RWBY' flag...

Y/N: 'Where did she get that...' I wondered as Port brought back his weapon.

Ruby: "Yeah! Represent team RWBY!" she beamed but was quickly calmed by Weiss.

Odran: "Try not to pass out this time!" he called with a smirk, and I whipped my head around to glare at him...

With my left eye being replaced with Mimic's Black and white one...

Port: "Let the match..." he started as I looked away from a shocked looking Team ORNG, back to the large cage "BEGIN!" he yelled as he cleaved the lock straight off and an angry Beowolf charged at me.

I simply ducked under its swing, quickly delivering a knee to its stomach, forcing it back as a smirk came to my face. Before it could recover I charged forward and delivered a flurry of punches and jabs to its shoulders, chest and head, making it almost impossible for it to stand. I crouched down next to the barely alive Beowolf and stroked its neck gently, before putting my hand on its bone mask and absorbing it, as it dispersed into black smoke.

I stood up from where the Beowolf once was, and walked out of the classroom, feeling everyone's eyes on my back as I left.

Mimic/Y/N: "Pathetic, didn't even need to draw my weapon..." we growled in unison as walked away, leaving the strong stench of fear and confusion in the classroom behind us.

TIMESKIP – (Brought to you by Chibi Y/N and Mimic playing cards in his head while sleeping in Port's class...)

Y/N POV

It was currently 12:54 am, and I was fairly...

Angry...

I was currently in the training arena, punching the living crap out of several holograms to try and release some of the anger and rage that both me and Mimic were harbouring...

I was currently in my workout attire, which consists of F/C coloured jeans, my normal Do-rag and F/C boxing tape wrapped around my bare feet and hands, Exposing my bare chest, showing all the scars that I had earned throughout my time with the White Fang...

Though I had other things on my mind to worry about how I looked.

I hadn't talked to anyone since what had happened, my old 'Lone Wolf' instincts had taken over since the class. This was both a good and bad thing, as I wasn't sure of how I was going to explain the 'I can absorb weaker or weakened Grimm because of the evil believed-to-be-a-fairy-tale entity known as Mimicry in my head' thing...

While I was out of my classes, several rumours had popped up about me around the school, most saying I was a freak or Grimm in human form...