Anything you recognise isn't mine.
In the city of Mistral, which was situated around, on and inside one of the largest mountains on the continent of Anima, a certain specialist of the Atlesian Military's Special Operatives Unit walked through a quieter part of the city in the upper regions.
This certain specialist was a tall young woman with a fair skin complexion, white hair and light blue eyes. Her hair was tied up in a bun at the rear left corner of her head, causing her bangs to fall towards the right side of her face, and leaving a small curled lock of hair that reached below her left ear.
As this was her day off, and as the day was warm, she wore a light blue dress and white, knee-length boots.
Tucking a strand of hair beside her ear, Winter Schnee turned a corner and walked towards a food shop that she had grown fond of during her time in Mistral (she was stationed in the city of Argus, alongside her fellow Spec Ops specialist, Caroline Cordovin), and entered the shop, ordering some sushi fried rice.
After her meal (which was very nice), Winter left the shop and made to walk back to the hotel room she had been provided by the Council of Mistral, but she found herself not looking where she was going, and walking directly into someone.
"Oof!" the someone (who Winter instantly recognised, by the sound of their voice, as male) groaned, and Winter looked down at the person, who had landed on the ground.
The person who she had bumped into was a teenage boy (looking to be around the same age as Winter's younger sister, Weiss Schnee), with black, spiky hair, solid black eyebrows and light green eyes. He wore a black t-shirt with the left sleeve ripped off (Winter saw a scar on the boy's left shoulder) and a pair of black trousers. The boy was carrying a bag, which he had dropped when he had bumped into Winter.
"Sorry." the boy said as he picked himself up. When he got to his feet, Winter saw that he was only slightly shorter than she was. Barely a few inches, if that.
"It's fine." Winter replied. "Watch where you're going next time."
"Yeah. I will." The boy replied, as he looked around to check if anything had fallen out of his bag. Evidently, nothing had.
"You look like you could be school-age." Winter spoke, calmly, as she regarded the boy, who turned back to her. "Do you plan to attend a Huntsman Academy?"
"Yeah." the boy replied, scratching an itch on his shoulder. "I'm heading to Beacon in a couple of days."
"I see." Winter replied, as she recalled how Weiss had received her results on her entrance exam into Beacon Academy, and passed, earning her a place at the Academy.
"Well, see you." the boy spoke, turning around. "Sorry for bumping into you." As he walked away, Winter's eyes followed him, and they widened slightly when she saw something on the boy's right sleeve.
It was an emblem. She couldn't fully tell from where she was standing, but from where she was standing, it looked somewhat like the emblem emblazoned on the uniform and clothes of those enrolled into the YAMP (Young Atlesians' Military Program), which was the emblem of Atlas (an ornate spear enclosed in a circle) with the letters Y, A, M and P, coloured a light blue, around it, just outside the circle.
Winter followed the boy, trying to get a good look at his right sleeve, and a few streets later, she got a good look. The emblem on his arm... was the YAMP emblem!
"Hey!" Winter called out to the boy, who jumped slightly, and looked around.
"Yeah?" he asked. "What's up?" he looked into Winter's eyes, and saw where she was looking: at his right arm. "Oh boy." he muttered, too quiet for anyone but himself to hear, and promptly took off.
Winter was quick to give chase, rushing into the street that the boy had dashed into, and looking right (which was the direction he had shot off in), but alas, she was unable to pick him out among the crowd of people that were walking around.
To be fair, even if she was able to pick him out, her dress wasn't exactly the best attire to be chasing someone around in, so instead, Winter pulled her scroll out of her dress, and punched in a certain number.
Holding it up to her ear, she waited, until the sound of someone picking up their scroll on the other end could be heard.
"Hello?" the sound of General James Ironwood sounded. "Do you have something to report, Schnee?"
"Not exactly, General." Winter replied, her voice as formal as ever. "But I think I've found something you'll be interested in."
An hour after his encounter with Winter in the city, the boy, whose name was Slate, could be seen walking through a forest in the north of Mistral. He was wearing a grey coat on top of the shirt he wore, as it was colder here than in the city.
Slate heard the call of a bird above him, and he looked up, noticing a raven flying over him. A small smile crossed his lips as the raven swooped down behind a tree. However, instead of the bird flying out from behind the tree, a woman emerged from behind the tree instead.
This woman wore a shallow cut black and red dress, five necklaces with an assortment of beads, a red girdle-belt, and a pair of matching gauntlets, along with fingerless gloves.
An object that looked to be made from feathers hangs from the right side of her skirt. She also wore detached black leggings with a red splatter pattern. Under her leggings, she wore black boots that had red high heels and soles. Her most distinctive feature was a fearsome, full-face mask that resembled the face of a Creature of Grimm. The mask had four eye slits, further enhancing her inhuman appearance.
"Slate." the woman spoke, from underneath her mask. "I see you got that coat."
"I did." Slate replied, shrugging. "Hopefully this one won't get torn to shreds by a Beowolf."
The woman chuckled as she removed her mask. Underneath her mask, it was shown that the woman had long jet-black hair with red highlights, high eyebrows, a light skin complexion and slight age-lines under her eyes. Her eyes were a crimson red, and her hair was tied by a red bandanna and loosely done up in a ponytail with the ends resembling curved black feathers. A cowlick could be seen protruding from the top of her head.
"I certainly hope not." Raven Branwen replied, as she walked towards her adopted son. "Let's get back to the camp."
Slate and Raven walked silently through the forest, and after a few minutes, arrived at an area which was walled by large logs, presumably cut from trees in the surrounding area. Tents lined the edge of the area, and small fires were dotted around the camp, which some members of the Branwen Tribe (a group of bandits that were led by Raven herself) were sat around, talking, playing card games and occasionally munching on some fruit or meat.
When Slate reached the middle of the camp, a tent close to the biggest one (Slate and Raven's own tent), opened up, and someone stepped out.
This someone was a girl that appeared to be the same age as Slate, with white hair and hazel eyes. The front of her hair had two long bangs going past her shoulders, and several loose bangs hanging over her forehead, while the back was in a short bob cut.
She wore a white, v-neck, zip-up crop shirt with a grey hem, and ¾ sleeves. She wore grey pants that had a vertical white stripe on the outer side of each leg and a black belt.
Attached to the rear of the belt was a grey piece of fabric that covered her from hip to hip. Underneath this was a longer, translucent, white piece of fabric. She also wore black high-heeled boots with two straps and buckles, and dark yellow undersoles, reaching to mid-calf.
"Slate!" Eirwen Belladonna, a fellow tribe-member and Slate's girlfriend, called, as she kissed her boyfriend.
"Hey, Eirwen." Slate smiled, accepting Eirwen's kiss as Raven walked past the pair of them, into her tent. Slate and Eirwen looked at each other, and followed.
"You have all your stuff ready?" Raven asked her adoptive son and his girlfriend, when the two of them were in the tent.
"I do." Slate replied, grabbing a suitcase (that had been given to him by Raven after one of the tribe's missions in one of the smaller towns close by).
"Uh..." Eirwen slowly backed away from Raven, who looked at her expectantly. "I'll be right back!" she then dashed out of the tent, and Raven sighed. Slate chuckled as Eirwen dashed back into the tent, her own suitcase with her.
"Good." Raven replied, as an ovular shape consisting of swirling black and red energy appeared beside her. "Off you go. Have a good term at Beacon."
"We will, Mom." Slate replied. Raven silently watched Slate and Eirwen leave through the portal, and allowed it to close behind them.
On the other end of the portal, Slate and Eirwen jumped out of it, and landed in what looked like downtown Vale. There seemed to be no-one around except for a lone, blonde woman riding towards a nightclub on a motorcycle, as she passed Slate and Eirwen.
"What was the hotel we're booked at called again?" Slate asked.
"Arc Hotel, I believe." Eirwen replied, looking around. "Hey, there it is." She and Slate began to walk towards the large building, and after a few minutes, entered, pulling their suitcases behind them.
When they entered, they were greeted at the front desk by a blonde woman with glasses, who Slate could see was named 'Aine Arc'.
"Hi!" she greeted Slate and Eirwen cheerily. "Can I help you?"
"Yeah." Eirwen replied. "We've got a room booked. Slate Branwen and Eirwen Belladonna."
"I see." Aine replied as she looked on a computer for a second. "Here we are." she declared, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a key-card. "Your room is room 103. Just take the elevator up to the second floor, go through the first door on your left, and it's the second door on your right after that. Can't miss it."
"Thanks." Eirwen replied, as she and Slate headed off (ignoring Aine's giggles, as she evidently guessed that Eirwen and Slate were a couple). After a few minutes, they arrived at their room, which Eirwen unlocked. When they entered, they saw that there were two beds, a sofa and a TV.
Eirwen pushed her suitcase off to the side, and jumped onto the nearest bed.
"Ahh~ so comfy~" she rolled around in it for a moment, before looking up at Slate. "Care to join me, Slate?"
"In a bit." Slate replied, looking through another door and finding a bathroom in there. "I'm gonna shower."
"Okay, then." Eirwen replied, stripping out of her outfit and changing it for a translucent white nightgown that was in her suitcase. After changing, she sat on the bed that she had claimed for her own, and waited for her boyfriend to exit the bathroom.
"What do you mean you think you've seen him?" General James Ironwood cried, as he sat in his office and glared at his Scroll, which was lying on the desk and showing a hologram of Winter, who had just told him that she thought she had seen Slate.
Ironwood was a well-dressed and clean man, wearing a white overcoat, with a grey undercoat, black sweater, red necktie and a white glove on his right hand. His suit pants shared the same colour as his overcoat and were tucked into silver boots accented in grey. His hair was black, with some silvery-grey areas, while his eyebrows were solid black. He had a strip of silver metal above his right eyebrow, and had blue eyes.
"I mean exactly what I said, that I thought I saw Slate in Mistral today." Winter replied, her professional mask slipping slightly. "Though it was torn, I recognised his shirt as one that he wore on..." Winter faltered for a second, before recomposing herself. "That day. What do you plan to do?"
"I don't know, Schnee." Ironwood replied, looking down. "You said he was going to Beacon, right?"
"He said he was." Winter replied. Ironwood's brow furrowed.
"Then I'll call Ozpin." he spoke. "If I remember correctly, initiation there starts in a couple of days, so after that, I'll call him. See if I can arrange a time that I can come over and see Slate. If, of course, he's there. Thank you for telling me this, Winter."
"It is my honour, sir." Winter replied, bowing, before hanging up. Ironwood sat back in his chair, and after a second, pulled open a drawer in his desk, and pulled out a framed photo, that showed him (when he still had both arms) and an eleven-year-old Slate, who was dressed in the YAMP (Young Atlesians Military Program) uniform.
Slate Ironwood was a good little child, before that day, when Winter reported that Slate had disappeared during an expedition in Mistral, and presumed dead. But now, the news that he was alive...
'Well' Ironwood thought, as he put the picture back into the drawer of his desk, and sighed. 'When I meet Slate again, I'm going to have a few questions for him!'
It was the next day, in the afternoon hours, to be precise, and Slate and Eirwen, after having checked out of the hotel (in the aftermath of an... interesting night together), suitcases in hand, were walking towards a Bullhead, which was docked in downtown Vale. There were other people around Slate's age that were walking towards the Bullhead as well, handing documents to a tall woman with peach-coloured hair.
There were a lot of people standing around calling out to the students, which made Slate shuffle around slightly awkwardly as he and Eirwen walked up to the woman, with their own documents in hand.
"Transcripts?" she asked, looking down at Slate and Eirwen. They handed them to her, and she looked them over.
"Okay, looks good." She nodded to them, and allowed them to step into the aerial vehicle, where other people were stood around chatting. Eirwen then proceeded to hug Slate.
"I can't believe I get to come to Beacon with my mate~" she smiled, resting her head on her boyfriend's chest. However, the peaceful moment was interrupted when a large boy with burnt-orange hair scoffed at the pair of them.
"Keep it in the bedroom, animal." he remarked, walking past and laughing to himself. Eirwen was unmoved by the remark, but she appreciated the sound of "Hey, shut up!" coming from someone else, who she and Slate both turned towards.
The person who evidently told the boy to shut up was a fair-skinned young woman with lilac eyes and bright golden hair, which was worn loose and faded to pale gold at the tips, with a cowlick sticking out of the top. She wore a tan jacket that bore her midriff, with golden brown piping and short, puffy sleeves with black cuffs that featured two gold buttons, and underneath this, she wore a low-cut yellow crop-top with a fiery emblem on the left breast in black.
She also wore a brown belt covered by a pleated brown piece of material reaching from hip to hip around the back of her waist, with her emblem emblazoned on the right-most pleat in gold. Underneath this was a longer, white, asymmetrical piece of material reaching to her knee on the right side, as well as a pair of black mini-shorts. She wore a pair of brown, knee-high boots and orange over-the-knee socks, with the right sock pushed down just below the knee. A purplish-grey bandanna was tied around her left knee. An orange infinity scarf and black fingerless gloves completed her outfit.
Next to her was another girl, this girl was fair-skinned and had silver eyes (something that Slate immediately took notice of), along with black, neck-length choppy hair that gradated to dark red at the tips.
She wears a black long-sleeved dress with a high collar and red trim on the sleeves, a black waist cincher with red lacing up the front, and around her skirt has a red trim. She also wears a pair of thick black stockings and black combat boots with red laces, red trim around the top and red soles.
Her outfit was topped by a red hooded cloak fastened to her shoulders by cross-shaped pins. Her emblem, which looked like the head of a rose, appeared as a large silver brooch and was pinned to a wide black belt slung around her hips on an angle, which also carries bullets and a pouch.
"Thanks." Slate looked at the blonde woman (who he recognised as the one on the motorcycle from last night). "I would've beaten the hell out of him."
"Tempting, I know." the blonde woman replied, as she glared at the orange-haired boy, who was talking to someone else. "Can't stand people like him." she looked back at Slate and Eirwen. "I'm Yang by the way, and the cutie here is Ruby." She wrapped her arms around Ruby and squeezed her in a hug, and Ruby groaned, trying to get out of Yang's grip.
"Siiiis~ stop it!" she cried, eventually pushing herself out of Yang's grip.
"Eirwen." Eirwen replied, sniggering slightly at the scene before her. "And this is Slate. My boyfriend."
"Damnit." Yang muttered, under her breath, as she looked at Slate. "Well, nice to meet you Slate."
"Same." Slate replied. The two shook hands.
"Hey, what's with those massive suitcases?" Ruby asked, pointing down at the suitcases next to Slate and Eirwen. "You know you could've had them delivered to Beacon a few days ago, right?"
"You could?" Slate blinked. "Didn't know that. Besides." he added, as Ruby gave a small "Oh." as reply. "I like to keep my stuff with me, thank you very much."
"Doesn't explain why they're so big, though." Yang remarked. "Don't try to say that you brought all of your clothes to Beacon, along with the closet itself."
"No, we didn't." Eirwen replied. "We just brought a little project my boyfriend and I've been working on. Should help with fighting Grimm."
"Fair enough." Yang shrugged.
"Speaking of fighting," Ruby perked up. "What've you got? ...Weapons?" she added.
"Swords." Slate replied, calmly. "Simple stuff."
Ruby hummed, and turned to Eirwen.
"I got a sword that can segment itself so I use it like a whip." she said. "Gives me a bit extra range, you know?"
"Cool!" Ruby replied, smiling. "So you're both up close and personal fighters, huh?"
"Pretty much." Slate shrugged. "That a problem?"
"Nope." Ruby replied. "Yang's one, too."
Ruby, Yang, Slate and Eirwen all talked until the Bullhead landed on a large cliff, and everyone disembarked. Ignoring the sight of a blonde, blue-eyed boy rushing to the nearest trash can and unloading the contents of his stomach into it, the four of them got off, and went their separate ways.
As they walked towards the entrance of Beacon Academy, which looked more like a castle than a school, Slate mused "Welcome to Beacon."
Hey there, writers and readers alike. For those who don't know, as this is my first RWBY fanfiction ever, I'm SlashFan2018, who you might know as a DxD writer.
It's kinda a little-known fact that I'm a pretty damn big RWBY fan (having followed the show since the middle of Volume 2, which is actually my favourite volume of the show (besides Volume 6. Or what we've got of it so far, that is), and I've always had a few ideas knocking around in the giant, crazy space that one calls my head for possible fanfics to write on RWBY.
And now, I've found one that I think you'll like. This story focuses on Slate Ironwood (or Slate Branwen), the son of General Ironwood (who doesn't really need an introduction), but through unknown circumstances, which will be revealed later, he was eventually adopted by Raven Branwen (who also doesn't really need any introduction). Now, years later, he's attending Beacon Academy with his girlfriend, Eirwen Belladonna! And yes, Eirwen is related to Blake.
As for Slate's mother, she's a character RWBY fans will already know about. And that's all I'm gonna say.
The other two members of Slate's team (the first two members are Slate and Eirwen) will be revealed in the coming chapters.
And though those who know me as an author will know I'm comfortable with writing harems, I'm not too sure whether or not I should give Slate a harem this time around. If you want it, let me know. I've got a few candidates in mind as to who would become his lovers, besides Eirwen.
Now that that's done, what did you think of this first chapter? Please, review and let me know, because I really do love hearing feedback. If you fancy letting me know about some possible ideas you might have for later in the story, just let me know in a review or PM (or talk to me on Discord (my name for it is on my profile)), as I really enjoy talking to readers!
Next Time: Other two Team Members, Initiation Part 1
Preview of Next Chapter:
"Hm." Slate muttered to himself. "Weiss is still the same Ice Queen I knew from four years ago."