The Broken Man: RWBY Ruby X Male Reader

Chapter 10

Third person POV

Ruby sat alone in her dorm, curled up on her bed. She was still in her pajamas, her blanket covering her. It was two days after Y/N's death, and she refused to move. His desert eagle was clutched to her chest.

Some people thought she was over reacting to his death, and some thought she just needed time. She didn't need time. She needed revenge.

Nobody knew how Ruby truly felt about Y/N, even if she didn't know it herself.

Ruby finally got the strength to get out of her bed, and hop down to the floor. The clock read 3:21 PM. She looked at the door, and there was another box. There was a small piece of paper on it.

Ruby walked over quietly and picked it up. He piece of paper read For Ruby.

In the box was a leather holster, made for a desert eagle.

Ruby almost cried at the sight, and picked it up. The leather was tough, and made to fit into her clothes.

The short girl decided to get her clothes on and venture out into Beacon.

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Y/N was running. He dodged people as he pushed through, wearing stolen clothes. Police officers were behind him, running out of breath, while Y/N felt like he could run for hours.

He turned into an alleyway and jumped onto a fire escape, using his newfound speed and agility to climb up and get to the roof of the building.

He had almost no recollection of how he got there. All he remembered was waking up in the morgue, and escaping, stealing some clothes along the way.

Slowly, memories of his past life were coming back, but only bits and pieces.

One face remained in his memory though, the face of a short, cute, girl with black hair with red tints on the ends.

He didn't know her name, but he knew that's who he needed to find.

He looked around from atop the building, and spotted Beacon, far off in the distance. He recognized that place as where he needed to go.

Another memory flooded into his mind. One of flames, and pain. A red sword sweeping down.

He looked around once more, spotting a weapon shop. He desperately needed on it he was to defend himself.

He carefully retreated down the fire escape, making sure no cops were still there. He pulled a stolen hat down over his head and walked across the street, heading towards the weapons shop.

He entered the shop, ignoring the greeting by the owner, and walked straight to the back.

He looked at the gun rack, and picked up a shotgun. It felt nice and heavy, perfect in his hands. He held the shotgun in his left hand, and walked over to the section, holding a solid built baseball bat. A full metal one.

He grabbed it and walked over to the register, grabbing fifty shotgun shells.

"Two hundred and 57 lien." The owner said.

Y/N put 300 stolen lien onto the counter. And the owner handed him the change.

Y/N slung the shotgun over his shoulder and strapped the bat to a loop on his pants.

"Time for Beacon." He said to himself.

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Ruby held Y/N's pistol, and put a magazine in it. She aimed down range, at a Grimm sized target.

She took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger, sending the large bullet into the body of the Grimm.

Her small hands gripped the pistol, as she wasn't used to the recoil. The pistol was also large, and her hands looked small in comparison to the gun.

She pulled the trigger again, this unremitting right above the previous hit.

She took a deep breath, wondering how many shots this gun has fired.

Ruby then fired the whole magazine, making a small circle of bullet holes in the target.

It was four days after Y/N's death, and she still felt it. She now felt angry, at the White Fang, at herself, and Y/N, for thinking he could fight the White Fang alone.

She set the gun down, and took a deep breath.

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Y/N POV

Currently, I was walking through Vale, shotgun on my back and bat ready.

My memories had started to seep back into my brain. I know remembered why I had a large amount of scars on my body.

The girl though, I remembered her face, not her name or anything like. I felt some sort of pull toward her, like my brain was telling me to find her.

I somehow already knew she would be at Beacon. I don't know how, but I did.

I got multiple odd looks from people, as I was a scarred teenager walking through the street with a shotgun and baseball bat. I probably came off as some sort of criminal, which wouldn't surprise me.

Multiple airships passed above, heading towards Beacon. I was looking for where the airships would go to and from Beacon. I had zero idea.

I decided to follow the airships. I headed in the same direction.

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Catching my breath, I leaned onto the side of the airship. I managed to find the airship port and slip into one unnoticed. Judging from my memories, I was never the stealthy type, as most of my fighting memories consisted of me firing the first shot.

On the windows of the ship, a hologram began to play. A woman with blond hair and green eyes, wearing a white shirt with a skirt, paired with a long cape behind her.

"I am Glynda Goodwitch. If you are already a student of Beacon Academy, please step to the right exit and identify yourself to the guards. As for new transfer students, please exit through the left and meet in the auditorium. Have a nice day."

Damn it. I couldn't remember if I was a student here or not. I stood as I heard the airship dock. I looked at the exits.

I walked toward the right, and the doors opened. A guard stood, and promptly said, "Identification?"

"Hey, uh, I'm Y/N L/N."

"Scroll?" He said.

"Oh, yeah, sure." I pulled the damaged scroll out of my pocket and handed it to him.

"Try to get this fixed, but otherwise you're good. You may go."

"Thanks."

A/N: 'Nother one