The Watchers (Abused Male Reader x RWBY)

Chapter 2

Y/N POV

I slowly start to wake up, and I feel some weight against my chest. I look down, and I get an eyeful of red hair. I instantly blush, hoping she's still asleep. I'm not gonna lie when I say she looks cute when she sleeps. Soon enough however, she starts to wake up. She looks at me, and I guess she knows where she is in terms of bed positioning, and her face instantly turns red.

Pyrrha: Th-this isn't what it looks like, I swear.

Y/N: I was gonna say the same thing.

We both turned away from each other, trying to get the blood flow down from our faces.

Y/N: But... for what it's worth, I did sleep better than before...

Pyrrha looked at me, and gave me a gentle smile.

Pyrrha: That's good to hear. I think now would be a good time for us to go get you some weapons, and start training.

Y/N: Alrighty then.

We both get our showers... separately of course, and we get dressed. I'm in my cloak, and some clothes that were just my size she still had from her father that passed away. We walk down the street, and we see a weapon shop called Cold Steel. We walked in, and the owner is standing at the counter.

Owner: Welcome to cold steel, where if the metal doesn't make you feel cold, the weather definitely will. What can I get you?

He looks at Pyrrha, and his face lights up.

Owner: Heyyyy, Pyrrha. How goes it? I heard you have a competition soon. If you want, I can make you something special to give you an edge.

Pyrrha: Oh, you're too kind. I'm not here for me, I'm here for my brother. He's in need of weapons.

Owner: Ohhhh... wait, your brother?

Y/N: Adopted...

Owner: I see. Well, the blades are over on the north wall, and guns are on the wall behind me. If you wanna combine them, I can put in a custom order, but it'll be a few weeks.

Y/N: No need. I see what I like.

I walked up to the wall, and I saw a black split katana, and I brought it up to the counter.

Y/N: This... and can I see those twin pistols there?

The owner looks behind him, and he pulls out two black pistols.

Owner: Made these myself. May look like a standard small-arms pistol, but these babies pack one hell of a punch, pardon my Vacuo roots.

I smiled in an almost twisted way, and I looked at the man.

Y/N: I'll take them.

Owner: Wait a second... this sword... I didn't think that was still up there. I suggest you choose another one.

Pyrrha: Why is that sir?

I drew the blades, and I examined the steel.

Y/N: It's cursed... I can tell in the manner it was forged. I may have spent my life in a broom closet, but I did a lot of reading, one of them was weapons. This one I chose because of the curse.

I completely drew one half of the blade.

Pyrrha: Y/N, what are you doing?

Y/N: Letting the blade test me.

I threw the blade up, making sure it got plenty of rotation speed. I held my arm out, and waited for the blade to fall. Both Pyrrha and the owner had a face of fear. I waited patiently for the sword as it started to fall. Sure enough, the moment of truth.