RWBY: A Rivalvry based on Hatred

Chapter Α

A/N: This is the first chapter 'Chapter A (alpha)' of my second story. I apologize for my bad English but I still hope that you will enjoy this story. 

Caenis POV

Right now, I was heading from the arena back to the lockers after the last fight of the regional Mistral Tournament. If you now expect me that I have won the last fight, then I have to disappoint you. I lost the last battle against that red-haired 'invincible girl', Pyrrha Nikos. You know what? SHE IS NOT INVINCIBLE! She just uses her semblance to win every fight! You don't know how much I hate her! But what makes me angrier is that I lost for the fourth time against her! Don't get me wrong here I am much more powerful than her but I can't win against someone who can just take control over your weapon to evade your attacks. I could easily win against her if I could use my semblance but since it is too destructive it's forbidden for me to use it in a fight against other humans. But where are my manners? My name is Caenis Cestus, I'm a 19-year-old man with blue eyes and short white hair and I live in Mistral. I was also the champion of Mistral, but this was four years ago before she showed up and took everything from me for what I and my father worked and trained for so long. 

In the lockers, I switched my battle gear, which consists of white armor with black leather parts, and a long slightly torn red scarf around the waist. After I did this I put my spear and my shield in a specially made case to protect them from harm. When I was ready I made my way from the lockers to the guy who gives me the money for winning the second place. It wasn't as much as the first place but it was enough to live. 

When I stepped outside the arena I saw a huge crowd of fans and journalists who begged for an exclusive interview of the great Pyrrha Nikos. At least I don't have to deal with this many journalists as second place, but sometimes some of them tried their luck by asking me for an interview but I always decline it. Today it seems that I have some luck since there was not a single journalist who waited for me to ask me some stupid questions about how the fight went they just saw. So I just walked inconspicuously to the bullhead two should bring me near my apartment in the city, but then, sadly, I heard an annoying voice whispering something from behind.

Journalist: "... of course we can ask him or are you scared by the 'Angry Lancer'?"

'Angry Lancer' ... yes, that is the nickname that I got because it could be that I am sometimes not the nicest person and that I have some slight aggressions, but if someone would know why, I bet he would understand it completely. 

Journalist: "Mr. Cestus we want to ask you some questions for the Mistral news, doe you have a few minutes for us?"

"No, I don't have time for your stupid questions. Why don't you just go to Ms. Nikos and ask her your questions?!", I said this in a very annoyed tone since I am still angered by my loss.

Journalist: "Please Mr. Cestus only a few questions."

"I said I don't have time for you!", I said it now in a raised volume and it seems that they understand that I don't want to talk with them. 

The journalist and her cameraman walked back to the crowd that surrounded Pyrrha, but I could hear them saying some insults about me but I don't care about them. I made my way to the bullhead with my heavy luggage. Normally someone would get help from some assistants but I don't have any. Not because I can't afford them or something like that, it has simply something to do with the fact that I let no one touching my equipment. 

When I entered the bullhead, the pilot asks me where he should fly me and told him to fly to the nearest landing pad from my apartment. On the way, I thought about the things that happened today. I also have to call my father to inform him about everything even though he probably watched the fight, as he did it in the last years and like the past years I don't feel so good about telling my father that I lost again, but he never was angry or disappointed, he always told me that he is proud to have a son like me. I don't understand him on why he could be proud of me. I tried it every year in the tournament to win the first place, not only because of glory or money but mainly to make my father proud and to honor him because he was always there for me. He raised me and trained me, unlike my mother. I hate her as much as I hate that that red-haired girl. Why? She left my father and me when I was not even one year old because she found someone better than my father and cheated on him. After that, he never dated a woman again so he could concentrate fully on me. I was happy that he spent so much time for me but I am also a bit sad for him.