Rwby Watches Samurai Jack Novels & Stories

Drew left his hand against the wall, half-trapping me in place, his body casting a long shadow over mine. I winced, noticing the faint but distinct pink mark to the right of his top lip. Holy crap, had I really hit him that hard? "Drew..." "What's that?" The steely note in his voice brought all thoughts of making an apology to an abrupt halt. I followed the direction of his gaze to my wrist. Damn. "It's—it's a watch." I'd meant to take it off. Why hadn't I taken it off? "I can see it's a watch, Sam." He snatched up my hand to make a closer inspection, whistling under his breath. "A fucking expensive one at that. Very pretty. You let him give you this?"

She slurs, her face lighting up with excitement as she attempts to stand but instead stumbles to the ground. "Please, can we just go?" I question as tears brimmy eyes. "Amber? Are you crying?" Jack asks as he grabs my chin before turning my head and forcing me to look at him. His eyes analyze every feature of my face before scoffing and forcefully pushing my head away from him. I immediately wiped away a tear that had fallen as I see Sammy coming towards me. I thought he was going to come and spark a conversation with me. But instead, he walks right passed me like I didn't exist and sat by his friends before taking a hit of the blunt that had just gotten passed to him. Jack then leaves our a

he seemed a little different from his usual self. "You're finally awake!" Jack spoke, his crisp voice laced with warmth. He then asked, "How do you feel? Are you still in pain?" Serenity shook her head. Jack helped her sit up on the bed, and only then did she notice exactly what it was that made Jack seem different from his usual self. His thick bangs had now been combed back neatly, revealing his strong forehead, and he was also wearing a well-tailored suit with a tie around his neck. Then there was the watch on his wrist. She noticed the brand of this watch, and if it was authentic, it could easily cost more than a hundred thousand dollars!

"He is my son too, Jack. In a twisted, biological way. I failed him. I let them torture him to perfect you." Jack looked at his obsidian hand. "He’s not just a victim anymore, Dad. He’s a predator. And he’s going to kill thousands of people tomorrow to prove he exists." "I know," Robert’s voice broke. "That’s why I brought this." Robert reached into his coat and pulled out a small, heavy object wrapped in velvet. He handed it to Jack. It was an antique pocket watch. Brass, tarnished by time. Jack clicked it open. The gears were still turning, rhythmic and precise.

A brunette with dancing, innocent blue eyes, and a blonde with daring green eyes. Walking next to the brunette is a man, his hair is a mop of brown carefully tousled to perfection. His dominant green eyes are threatening, he is an Alpha, most likely Alpha Jack Hugh Hughes. With that thought at mind, I realize the brunette is Samantha Wright. Samantha stares up at him dreamily as he smirks down at her. They enter the store and immediately heads turn and look down submissively. I stay outside and watch from a window. I listen intently.

Win replies, looking up from the wound across Sam forearm long enough to glare at Jack, “get yourself a lover if you’re jealous of us.” "Don't be haughty with me, young master," Jack warns, his smile is all teeth, "or I'm gonna kick you both out." "Don't be mean to me and my boyfriend!" Jack rolls his eyes so hard Sam thinks he might have dislocated something. He replies, "Your boyfriend is my classmate, and maybe future bandmate. I can be mean to him as much as I want because it's my job as his bandmate to bully him."

"We're fixing it this weekend." "Do you need a hand?" He asks, picking at a particularly thick splatter of yellow paint with his fingernail. "Nah, it's fine, don't worry." The washing machine gives a final vibration and shuts off. "Ok, let me put that on the line for a bit so it dries. Jacqui can you come and make tea for Sam while I finish the washing please?" "Oh my god. Hello." Jacqui actually steps back when she sees Sam, her eyes widening as she mouths 'wow' at me. "You do not look like you'd be Rob's brother."

“Oh, you poor thing. That guy’s such a jerk.” “He really is.” “I actually bought something for you, Samantha. Here, wear this.” “A watch? Thank you, Ma’am.” “That’s perfect for you, so you can keep track of time while working. Time is very important, so that’s what I thought of getting you.” “That’s too much, Ma’am.” “That’s expensive to you? To me, it’s cheap. That watch cost around 50,000 US dollars. So don’t think too much about it.” “Alright. I’ve already finished all my tasks, Ma’am. I’ll go rest now. Do you want me to put a TV in your room so you have something to watch?”

Jane was now shivering and holding her arms close to her body, great puffs of evaporated breath disappearing into the now sparkling sky. From her peripheral vision, she saw some kind of movement and thinking it was a shadow or an animal she did not bother to turn her head. Jack, who was beside her was flung across the road, as a fast and violent shifter plowed into him. He had been stealthy, no one noticed until he was but seconds away from tearing Jack’s throat out. Sam shifted and jumped into the fray, saving Jack by a mere hair.

“No, nothing. Nothing happened. He helped with the bike and then I took him home, that’s it.” Jack eyes me. “That’s it?” “I swear, that’s it. I didn’t do anything.” Jack narrows his eyes at me. The bar tender places my drink on the bar. Jack watches me take the little straw out and leave it on the bar. I drink it in one go. "One more please. Double.” I look at Jack and flash him my best smile. “Let’s get this party started Jackie boy.” Soon we were all buzzed chatting amongst ourselves. When Jack and his girlfriend Beverly return from the dancefloor Sam demands he gives a speech to commemorate the occasion.