Fighting Drains All - RWBY Fanfiction

Chapter 1 - Getting in?

In a house in a village, two people wake up. One excited to give news to the other, while said other was still laying in bed. He sat up, letting his pink hair fall, to look over to his freind. However a letter was shoved into his face. He looked at his freind and asked, "What is this Harry?"

Harry, already clothed, answered of course. "It's a letter for you Momo." The aforementioned Momo took the letter and read it.

The letter itself read 'Hello, Momo Nojin. We have received you application for Beacon Academy, along with a recommendation from a professional huntsmen. We have the pleasure to tell you through this letter that you are hereby accepted into the academy for initiation. Please be at the listed station on XX, XX, XXXX at XX time.'

Momo looked up at his freind, notably shaking. "Did you send in an application for me?" Harry looked at his young freind, and nodded. Momo LAUNCHED himself from his bed, and hugged him, causing them to fall to the ground. "YOUR AWESOME HARRY!" Harry patted his head and told him some words. "Don't worry about me, i'll visit when I can. I'll also take care of all the assholes here while your gone."

Momo stopped hugging him, and went to get himself dressed. He was very feminine, and easily could of been mistaken as a girl. What he wore was a long sleeved white wool shirt, along with a blue jacket on top of it, not quite as long sleeves as his shirt. His shirt was almost to long for him, but he didn't really care. His pants were black formal pants, that he cleaned surprisingly well. He also had some fitting formal black shoes to go with it. He let his pink hair down, which was actually natural. He got it from his mother, along with his purple eyes. His sister didn't though, which was his twin. He dosn't like to think about his family, so he quickly steped away from the mirror he was using.

"Eh, your finally done? Come on, we have to go get your weapon." Harry told Momo. Momo was mildly surprised by this, but followed. He led them to the local weapon shop, that rarely did custom orders. They entered, to see the smith up front with what Momo used as a weapon most during fights against other people, a bat.

"You wanted me to make this for that delinquent?" Harry rolled his eyes, telling the smith something. "Yeah, I thought it would be the most I could do. I'm sending him off to Beacon, and he was accepted." The smith was flabbergasted, but told the price to Harry, all the while Momo was staring in amazement. "Come Momo, lets go practice with this."

The two walked a bit out of thier village to a clearing, and Harry tossed the bat to Momo. "See the button at the base of the bat? It changes to cannon when you press that." Momo smiled, and pressed the button. "Lets see how good my aim is!" Momo shot a cannonball at a tree to see a small explosion.  "Calm down Momo! It holds five shots before you have to reload! Also, don't blow up the forest!" Momo calmed down, and played with the bat a bit, getting used to the weight and other aspects of it.

"Momo, how much percentage are you at?" Harry asked him, as he took out his sword. Momo looked up, happy to tell Harry. "I am at four hundred thirty-nine percent. You have a pretty good aura to leech from." He says as he places the bat on his shoulder. Both of them take up stances. Momo had a very relaxed stance, along with his weapon still on his shoulder. Harry however, was very diffrent. His stance was rigid, with his sword at the ready. The two looked eachother in the eyes.

Eventually Momo started to run at Harry, using both hands to hold his bat. When he arrived at Harry, he did a kick with his left leg at Harry's shin. Harry took the kick, and chose to slash at Momo after, forcing him to back off. Harry followed Momo quickly, keeping the pressure on him. Attack after attack, Momo eventually fell down and sweeped at Harry's legs. Harry, not expecting this strike, fell down. Momo quickly got up, and got a hit in with the bottom side of his bat on Harry, hitting right beside his eye. Harry stumbled back a bit, while continuing to stand up. Momo noticed his stumbling and used this chance to rush in, grabbing Harry's sword handle and pulling it away. Harry, disarmed and dazed, looked over to Momo, to notice a smile on his face. Momo threw the sword back at Harry, while he nimbly dodged the sword. However, what he didn’t notice was the small connonball close behind it. It hit him, depleting the rest of his aura.

Harry got up, slowly went to pick up his sword, and then asked Momo, "Will you do me a favour?" Momo nodded, glad he could help Harry an way he could. "Don't have any fights at Beacon. We don't want anyone getting hurt, now would we?" He turned away, and walked back to the village leaving Momo confused.

The day Momo left for Vale, he was both happy and sad at the same time. That day, he didn't share any words with Harry. Harry did not say anything either, but he did mouth some words at Momo, that he could read with ease. 'I am proud of you.' Off he went to Vale, to attend Beacon Academy, the most prestigious school in the area he lived in. To a school where he would soon learn in coming months, would be his nightmare fuel and his saviour.