while it deeply pained me to see Luffy being reduced to such a state…
this once again demonstrates the extent of Luffy’s resolve and how far he would go simply for the sake of his nakama. but seriously, please don’t ever let this boy nearly starve himself to death again…
Hello again! So I wrote the second part of this late last night, pretty much as soon as I finished posting the first one, which you can read if you go the “after hours” tag on my blog. That’s how I’ll be keeping these all together.
Anyway, I won’t ramble on as much - if you don’t know, these are random one shots that I’ve come up with set in the downtime of RWBY’s life at Beacon when they aren’t fighting monsters. There’s no set release schedule, they’ll come as the ideas come to me. For now, here’s a new one :)
Yang cracked one eye open as she woke up still shrouded in
darkness. Her eyes were heavy with sleep but the bed was warm and constricting.
Pushing up on her elbow, Yang flipped her pillow over to find the cooler side.
Blindly, she reached up to the bedpost and grabbed a hairband she’d tied around
it off to tuck her hair back and keep it out of her face.
Despite the fact that it was a colder month of the year,
Yang still struggled with how hot these dorms could be. Four people in one room
was crowded and with all their stuff and the fact that Ruby never let them open
the window made it hard for Yang on some nights. If it weren’t for the desire
of a little bit of discrepancy, she might sleep naked like she used to back in
Lying back down on the cooler side of her pillow, Yang
kicked her blankets even further down the bed and sighed. Her mind wandered to
tomorrow – they had a test in Port’s class which was always easy because if you
simply retold one of Port’s many stories in your essay you’d earn a good enough
grade. They had sparring with Professor Goodwitch too, that’d be fun. Maybe
they’d let her fight with Cardin and she could break his nose.
With a smile on her face, Yang felt sleep taking her away.
Just as she was about to slip back into a dream, she heard a soft choking from
in the room and her eyes shot open.
She sat up, instinct drawing her attention to Ruby across
the room. Without hesitating, Yang grabbed her scroll and turned on the
flashlight. It shone directly at Ruby’s top bunk and through the curtain
surrounding it, she could see that Ruby was all tucked away and peacefully
sleeping. There was no sign of choking and no reasons for distress.
That was when her eyes trailed down to the empty bed just
below. Weiss’ blankets were drawn back but there was on sign of her. That was
when she heard the sound again and all of her alarms went off. It was coming
from the bathroom and she noticed the door was closed almost completely, with
just a hint of a crack.