RWBY: The Heart is Pierced, and The Spear is Thrusted

CHAPTER 5

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"This is so damn stuffy."

Azul said with frustration as he pulled on his suit's collar. He was wearing a black 3-piece suit with a turtleneck sweater underneath his suit, along with his emblem of a blue arrow pointing upwards (ᛏ), an Elder Futhrark rune from the Norse that symbolizes his personal motto, pinned above his left breast pocket.

Victory, the rune represented. Sounds cringe worthy, but it is what it is, he liked it so he requested it made. It also looked like a spear, which fits his spearman theme.

Feeling his throat being suffocated once more, he gave another pull on it with his back leaned against the wall just outside of Pyrrha's room. He resisted the urge to tear the damn collar off his throat, but it was a borrowed suit, except for his emblem. That was custom-made.

He would never wear this godforsaken suit if it weren't for the occasion. The free food he was about to consume helps too. Pyrrha invited him to her party, to commemorate being the victor of the Mistral Regional Tournament for two times in a row, as her plus one.

He couldn't be much prouder, she fought like a hurricane. Fast and impactful strikes, with minimal damage taken while maximizing her damage output with her new rifle-spear combo. She completely ditched the sword option, though, even after encouraging her to keep it since close range battles were a possibility.

She shot back and asked what he'd do in her situation if it happened. She's been getting a little bold recently with her remarks.

"Azul, if you tug on your collar that hard, it will give way."

Pyrrha's sudden voice caused him to look to the side to face her. And wow.

She wore a short, glittering dress with a color gradation of scarlet red to maroon red at the hem. Her waist was wrapped multiple times with a red sash similar to her hair color, held together with a pin of her personal emblem, and over the outfit was a long-sleeved garnet red bolero fastened at the collar with a large emerald broach.

The best of all of this, was that her hair was let down instead of her usual style of tying it up in a ponytail. It suits her better than he'd thought.

"Redhead, you look fucking amazing."

The flush on her face made him smirk. Same old Pyrrha, doesn't take compliments well.

"I-I could say the same to you, Azul."

He gave a grin, she was really cute when she stutters.

"Thanks, but this collar will be the life of me. It just had to be so tight, didn't it?"

He showed his discomfort, tugging on the collar once more. Pyrrha chuckled before reaching out to his collar, with him letting go to let her do her thing.

And with sudden boldness, she ripped the fabric slightly, causing his eyes to widen at the ruined sweater. He quickly grabbed both of her hands to stop her from ripping the turtleneck further.

"What the fuck, Pyrrha!? This is—It was rented, we'll going to have to pay this up fully now!"

She gave out a giggle as she started walking to the Bullhead pad while Azul started scrambling to try and fix it.

"Redhead, you're going to pay for this! Literally, you're paying for the suit!"

"Alright then! I have the allowance to!”

… Fucking rich people.

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Yeah, never going out to a party anymore.

He kept repeating this sentence in his head as he ignored the stares of the people around him, preferring to look at the surrounding architecture instead.

The trip to the town hall was an hour from school, and the place was huge. Not to mention that they’ve decorated the hell out of the hall to match Pyrrha’s colors, gold with red and green.

Mistral was a weird place in terms of culture. It had hints of Asia culture like Japanese kimono, but it also had some Rome and Greek inspired buildings.

Remnant a whole was weird like that. So many weird cultures that should fit were looking much better than their original counterpart.

His eyes glanced at Pyrrha who was talking to some group of older men, with two people that had similar facial features right beside her.

Artemisia Nikos shared the clearest facial features of her daughter. Sharp jaw, feminine shaped face, small nose, and forest green eyes.v She was short however, standing about a good 4–5 inches shorter than Pyrrha, and her frame was less curvy and voluptuous. In crude terms, she wasn’t as thick as he’d thought she’d be.

Her father however was where Pyrrha got all her muscle genetics and tall size from. Erythro Nikos was built, standing at around a good 6'3" tall with the build of a grizzly bear. Every part of his major muscles groups were incredibly large, like an enhanced version of Arnold Schwarzenegger with a perfect ratio of muscles.

They were all talking with smiles on their faces, but Azul had been friends with Pyrrha for over two years now, nearing three at this point. He'd already been experiencing Pyrrha's fake smiles so much that he had a profile of her emotions, and that smile right there was the fakest yet, number 1 after that time the combat instructor publically shamed her a few years back.

Her eyes met mine, and he grinned at the nice idea. He raised his hand and made a mouth gesture with his thumb and remaining fingers, before moving it up and down with exaggerated mouthing on his face.

She managed to hold her laughter back, his grin widens as he finally had something to do in this party. Other than the food though, this stuff is good. Steak was something that is rare in this world, from what he remembers there were only a handful of domestic farms in Atlas.

Digging into his backpack, he took out a stack of containers before quickly shoving as much as he could into them. Would be dumb to not keep these delicacies for his next few meals. The lunch ladies back in the school would be eating good tomorrow.

Feeling footsteps coming towards him from behind, he stops his collection and looked at the person. His eyebrow raised as a large, stoic man with an earpiece in his ear stood before him.

"Please follow me, sir."

His eyes glanced towards Pyrrha who was talking to a couple, laughing with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. He wanted to entertain the girl, but he was bored.

A bored Azul was a curious and reckless Azul.

"Lead the way then."

With a nod, the man started walking away with Azul following with a hint of interest in his eyes.

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Entering a random room in the town hall, the stoic man closed the door behind him as he looked around. The room was about the size of conference room with a square table in the middle. It feels more of an interrogation room, to be honest.

Taking a seat, he tapped his fingers on the desk with the back of the chair facing towards him. Waiting for a good few minutes, he started humming some songs in his old world when the door finally opens, revealing a well-dressed middle-aged man with ears of a fox on top of his head.

A faunus. It's been a while since he saw one so close, the last time was back at home. Miss Oran was a squirrel faunus who was in charge of taking care of the village's orange farm, which was the main income of the whole village. Really kind lady, she even gave him some free oranges from time to time.

He swore that his dad banged her too, he had no proof other than the looks that the old man gave her. He could respect that, she was hot in a MILF sense, nice curves and an amazing personality to boot.

The man gave him a look before clearing his throat.

"Good evening, I am the representative of Mr. Nikos."

... He was now interested. He leans forward with his chin on the chair with a smile.

"Mr. Nikos, huh? So, what's up?"

Taking a seat on the opposite chair, he brings out a document before presenting it to him. Azul looks it through before he hummed a "hmm...".

It was a contract to stay away from Pyrrha? OK, his interest now is peaking. Daddy dearest doesn't approve of his relationship with his Greek princess?

"You want me to stay away from Redhead? No chance."

Azul pushed the document back to the fox faunus who snorts, pushing up his glasses as he brings out a blank check with a signature.

"Oh, please, I've seen your type before. How much? 15 thousand? 20? Any amount will be negotiated as long as you forget about Miss Pyrrha Nikos."

... That's a lot. Daddy dearest is desperate, huh? He gave a smirk.

"Nah, no thanks. I'm good living poorly. Lien doesn't really suit me, I'd use it on charity more than myself."

He rests both hands under his chin and tilts his head.

"And how will Pyrrha respond to this when I tell her? Daddy dearest paying off her friend for what? Reputation? Saving her innocence from the beast that is me? How cute."

The faunus flinched at the first sentence, but composed himself. He brought out more files and took a good look at them, reading them out aloud.

"Azul Obsidian, age 15. Combat Performance: 18th out of 38. Academic Performance: 4th out of 38. Currently on the Academic Scholarship. A rather low combat score, but your academic score is above average. I'm sure that your scholarship is very important for a low-income family like yours, no? Sanctum fees are quite rigorous."

"... Is that a threat?"

"It is whatever you deem it to be."

The man gave him a smug smile, as if he had won. Azul gave a snort, causing the man to look confused.

"Yeah, you got to do better than that. The only reason why I even went to Sanctum was to make friends. Mission accomplished, don't you think? Besides, Beacon totally allows anyone to submit their application as long as they have the talent. Your slimy hands wouldn't dare touch Ozpin's hold of Beacon."

"Cole Obsidian, age 47. Retired Huntsmen and guard of your village. I'm sure everyone would be devastated if something were — "

The man's head immediately tilts back in fear as a blood-red spearhead slightly jabs into his neck, causing a small stream of blood to streak down his throat. The rage on Azul's face caused the faunus to reel back as if being burned by anger.

"You can target me as much as you can, but bring my dad or my village into the mix, and I swear that everyone relevant to this shtick will have their hearts gouged out and fed to the vultures."

Azul states his terms with a growl before letting Gáe Bolg fade back into his soul, the streak of blood not stopping even as the faunus scrambled to patch it up. Taking the document and check, he pushes it onto the throat, soaking the papers with blood.

"This wound will never close and mend, this is your only warning. Touch my family, and you will die."

Breaking the locked door with a kick, he flared his bloodlust around himself to freeze the guards that stood stationed in front of the door. Azul grabs one of the men's collars and pulled so that him and the bodyguard was eye-to-eye.

"Bring me back to the party."

The elder man shook his head with panicking nods. He let the collar go and puts his hands back into his pockets. Fuck he hates politics.