Frozen Flames

This is my story of one of my unofficial OCs and their story in the RWBY universe. I'm not the best writer and the beginning may be kinda messy, if you have any constructive critcisms or want to point out any mistakes I made leave a comment, I don't bite!

Summary: Sam is just a normal teenage boy attending school, he trains at the local dojo to become one of the best samurais in the world. One day in a strage twist of fate he somehow ends up in the RWBY universe during a fight. What will happen to Sam in this strage world? How did he get here in the first place? How does he get back?

Chapter 1
Another dreary school week was finally coming to a close, the teacher stood at the front of the class and began announcing what he'd like us to complete for homework. Students around me began discussing what they'd be doing over the long weekend. I managed to hear bits and pieces of multiple conversations from the corner of the room, some were going camping with family and friends, others were going to be going out of town to spend the weekend with their relatives that didn't live here. I never made plans like that anymore though, I stared out the window of the classroom watching the people in the street walk past. I was content living by myself, I guess the only thing that kept me sane was the dojo near my apartment, I went and trained as often as I could and I often got into fights with the other students which were usually settled by the sensei supervising us sparring.



"Hey man" came a voice from beside me.



I turned from the window to face the voice, it was my only friend at the dojo, Darryl Powell. He had short blonde hair and a small frame, he wore the usual school uniform like everyone else, he wasn't as strong as I was but he could hold his own against me for a while which is partly why we became friends. His eyes were a bright green like I had never seen before and he was always smiling and laughing which was the complete opposite of me.



"Hey Darryl, what's up?" I replied, turning back to stare out the window.



<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"I was just gonna remind you about that competition this weekend at the dojo, I just thought you might be interested since you always seem to be there."

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">Competition? This was the first I had heard of this. As if he could read my mind he continued.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"It was only organised this week and the sensei asked me if I could let you know," a wide grin spread on his face "He wouldn't want one of the best students at our dojo to miss it" he finished still smiling.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">A small smirk broke out on my face, I was one of the best students although I still had a long way to go, I hadn't been able to beat all the students there and I wasn't going to be satisfied until I did, I even wanted to beat the sensei.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Yeah if you drop by this afternoon let the sensei know I'll be there, I have something to take care of before today so I won't be by the dojo." I said

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Sure thing man, hey have a good long weekend you hear" he said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Yeah sure" I replied with a shrug, my weekends are usually the same anyway.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">I continued to stare out the window and imagined how the competition was going to play out, of course it was going to be like the usual competitions held at the dojo. It would be a tournament style competition swordsman and women would be placed against each other and whoever can force their opponent to yield first would win, we would be using training swords of course as usual. There had only been one tournament using real swords and that managed to go by without a hitch so maybe there would be another one soon enough. I continued to mull over my thoughts when the school bell rang signalling an end to school for this week.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">Everyone rushed for the door in an attempt to make it out first, I sighed they never learned did they? I made my way over to the door to patiently wait while I put my bag on. As I made my way over I heard an even louder commotion going on, curious I tried to see past the crowd and was about to try and force my way through until I heard that same voice and froze in my tracks.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Get out of my fucking way!"

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Shit" I muttered under my breath, it was that prick again.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Where the hell is Sam?" came another voice.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">I needed a way out, I couldn't afford another run in with these guys, if I was caught fighting them again it was expulsion for sure. My eyes darted around the room as I looked for a way out, the door was a no go and the only other way out was through store room which was locked before the end of class. Well there was only one other option and it was now or never. I glanced over at the door again, they were through.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Oi you little prick" he yelled as he ran for me.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">I didn't waste any time, I pushed a chair towards him and ran for the window, we may have been on the first floor but we were still pretty high up. Without hesitation a pushed the window open, took my bag off and threw it and leapt out the window, all in one swift motion. As I fell I heard people gasping and yelling out behind me, I smiled as I felt the adrenaline pumping throughout my body. As I landed I rolled and grabbed my bag wasting no time as I threw it over my shoulders as I ran, I needed to get out of here and fast. The school was huge and unfortunately for me so was its student count, the main gate was flooded with students and the fence was too high to climb over and even if I could the barbed wire was going to be a problem. Hell this school reminded me of a prison.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Get back here right now you-" his voice drowned out as the wind howled in my ears when I took off running again. Fortunately for me the teachers’ lounge was right next to the fence and the roof was as high as the fence, I'd have to get up there and jump over.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">The guy who was after me thought I was flirting with his girlfriend which is funny. His name was Matt and he was what you'd consider the cliché big jock guy. He was dating the most popular girl in school, Madison who was trying to set me up to get my ass kicked by flirting with me, her blockhead of a boyfriend was too thick to see this unfortunately. I knew there was no way to talk myself out of it so I just had to avoid him at all costs. I didn't talk to many people at school let alone girls, I had a select few people who I would talk to and if possible I would avoid others if I could. That's why I find it funny he thinks I was flirting with Madison.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">I flew up the stairs one by one, I'd have to jump to the teacher’s roof and pray they didn't catch me either, I made it to the second floor of the school and leapt. This feeling is what I craved, some called me an adrenaline junkie and sometimes I agreed with them, I just found that breaking out of the daily routine is what kept me going. I rolled onto the roof off the teachers’ lounge which was thankfully flat, I saw the fence and knew this was my way out and if I messed this up I'd be in for it. I ran as fast as I could towards the fence preparing myself for the jump, I glanced over my shoulder as Matt landed on the roof off the teachers’ lounge. You know for a guy his size I had to applaud him for his athletic ability. I looked back at the fence as I was closing in on it, I focused on the distance and leapt with all my might. I cleared the fence no problem and as I just starting smiling I felt it. My bag had been caught on the barb wire and I was flung back into it. I cursed loudly and the people below me started laughing and pointing fingers.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">I know I didn't want to do it but I had to get out of here. I closed my eyes and raised my arms, leaving my bag suspended on the fence. I didn't have anything important in there anyway and I could always buy a new one. I landed on my feet and took off as fast as I could, not daring to look behind me. It felt like I had been running forever but I finally made it to my apartment, I was still puffing as I reached the door and unlocked it, stepping inside. It was only a small apartment, designed for two people. The kitchen consisted of a fridge, stove and a few benches as well as a sink and the bedroom was no better, the double bed sat in the middle of the room and the bathroom had the essentials and that was it. I sighed and grabbed a glass of water. I was exhausted and felt sick from constantly running for so long, although this was nothing new as I always felt like this.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Hmm I guess I can't go see them after all" I said sighing.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">I was just going to sleep I guess, I needed all the rest I could get if I was going to be ready for this competition on the weekend. That's when it hit me.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Shit, I have no clue when this thing is on" I pulled out my phone and dialled Darryl's number and hoped he'd pick up.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Hello?"

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Oh thank christ, Darryl it's me"

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Oh, hey man what's up?" he asked.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"I just need to know when this competition is at the dojo." I said, feeling dumb for not asking at school.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Oh yeah sure, by the way what happened after school with Matt? Last I saw you had jumped out the window and were running off"

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">I laid on my bed as I filled him in on the chase and why Matt was after me in the first place, jumping onto the roof of the teachers’ lounge and losing my bag. I wrote down the details on the competition and thanked him for the help.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Yeah no worries, listen if I find your bag I'll let you know ok?"

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Thanks Darryl, I owe you" I said

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Damn right you do" he replied with a laugh "See ya at the dojo on Saturday. 11AM don't forget"

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">"Sure thing, catch you later."

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"">I hung up and put my phone on charge, as I got changed I couldn't help but grin as I thought about the competition on Saturday. There was nothing like fighting another swordsman at the dojo, it's what I lived for. I smiled and pulled the covers over me and sleep found me sooner than I thought.

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