Hello Oomans

I'm Back with a new story and new chapters to my other stories

Im sorry that I haven't been posting a lot recently, its been difficult to do so when you have this steaming pile of ideas your sitting on, as well as the thought of no one really posting any post RWBY stories, (im sure that the RWBY creators had a rich history of the Ruby and Yang's previous school Signal on the Island of Patch ready) and thinking about what the school would be like what honestly eating away at me, then the Ideas started flowing and now you have this steaming pile here.

Honestly im not sure whether this story will do me any favors, im just writing it to get it out of my head, but I hope that you all like it in the process. So lets do this

Chapter 1: Welcome to Signal

Aurum Khan could barely contain his composure, as he walked down the street. The morning air filled his nose as he made his way to what looked to be his destination on the directions of his scroll. The sun wasn't up yet, but its rays of light shone over the horizon of trees, houses, and buildings, giving the area a look of sleepy peace. Many people probably were still trying to rub the sleep from their eyes, and those who were up and about he could see beginning to stir. Those who were already up drove by the sidewalk he trekked, on the smoothly paved streets.

"Should be a turn left right up here," the 15 year old thought to himself as he walked. It was a brand new school year starting officially in three days, making him both nervous and excited.

He was excited because his career as a Huntsman started today. He had been accepted (unofficially) into Signal Academy, a school to teach the next generation of Huntsman and Huntresses. When Aurum had told his mother and older brother of his dream of becoming a Huntsman, he thought they would be skeptical, or against the idea. Then again seeing how they were Huntsman themselves, Freelancers none the less, they fully supported his dream.

Aurum grinned to himself. Freelancers. If Huntsman were the infantry, Freelancers were Spec Ops. Aurum grinning inwardly, he mentally high fived himself for the unintentional referecnce to the video game Call of Duty. Freelancers were a different story than regular hunters. They were able to travel to different continents, different Kingdoms, answering the call of duty. He high fived himself again as he pushed the button at a crosswalk. He hoped to become like them, he wanted to be like his mom, and his older brother, Garrett. Garrett wasn't his brother by blood, in fact he was human, but even so he was also his mom's best friend. When she got pregnant with him, and his father died, Garrett helped raise Aurum, but refused to be called the boy's father by anyone. Aurum had never known the actual reason as to why that was, but Garrett would always tousle the boys hair, and joked "I might die of laughter trying to explain that one to somebody,"

Thinking on that comment Aurum realized the other side to this double edged sword; the nervousness of the situation. He wasn't nervous about how much work would be in training, (in fact he was doing fairly well with the rigorously painful training his mother and Garrett were putting him through), but who he was going to be training with. Humans were never the best at talking to him, and it seemed that they had never heard of the words subtle, and discreet. Glares of disgust and stares of curiosity alike seemed to always be in his direction, and wandering hands would try to touch what he could not stress enough to the humans were off limits. Passing a small building with mirror like glass for walls, he gave himself a once over in one of the mirrors. Now that he truly thought about it he could see why he got so many stares throughout his life. For a 15 year old he was of a slightly above average height, around 5'8. He saw one of the reasons that he was stared at a lot by humans. Make that two reasons to be precise. A head of long white hair grew from his head to the back of his neck. And from that hair, two white tiger ears stuck out near the top of his head. The Tiger ears had rich black stripes of fur, which seemed to run down his hair in various directions. Aurum wiggled them and twitced them back and forth like sonars, listening to the purr of vehicles getting closer and farther away. His second pair of ears, his human ears were small and usually hid behind his locks of white and black. Two metal earrings that started as metal in his earlobes, became two thickly woven braids that trailed down to about an inch or two above his collar bone. Each one had a few small feathers woven into the braids, and ended with three black beads between the tightly woven and the tufts at the ends. His mother was very proud of their Faunus heritage. He for one wished that he had her bravery in that department.

He moved on from his ears and his gaze trailing down past the strands in his face, and past two cerulean blue pools. He then focused on what usually made people so wary of him. His smile. Pulling his lips back and opening his mouth he saw them. Two rows of pearly whites and a fanged smile. He mindlessly ran his tongue across his pointed edges. One of the many reasons that humans were infatuated with and at the same time feared him. He made a mental agreement with himself to not give open lipped smiles for the exams today.

Using his perifreial vision Aurum noticed two pedestrians cross the street to where he was standing. One of them looked on at him with an small smile. Then shook the other to get his attention. When the taller pedestrian noticed him as they passed, Aurum turned slightly, smiled and waved. When he realized that his promise that he just made himself was broken he quickly covered his teeth with his lips, but realized it was too late when the taller of the two quickly and gently ushered the other away and around the corner out of sight.

What had he done wrong? He thought what he was wearing wouldn't put any one off. It wasn't the day that he would meet other students, but he want to make sure the exam teachers had the best opinions about him.

He was wearing his favorite pants, baggy white cargo pants with a bandana hanging from the back pocket, his black combat boots, a black long sleeved shirt long sleeved shirt, fingerless black gloves that had a hard padding on the knuckles. And he also was wearing his favorite coat, a black sleeveless long coat with a white trim. The coat had a hood that protruded into a tip like a eagle beak that concealed the top half of his face in shadow when he put it on. The coat separated into two halves just at the bend of his knees, but the coat tails stopped somewhere around his calfs. His mother would always say he looked like a character from the popular video game series "Creed of Assassins", and he would break into a big grin and explain that the look was exactly what he was going for.

Aurum finally realized what was wrong when he noticed the white tiger tail that hung loosly behind him was swaying lazily back and forth. Grabbing the tail to stop its movement, a pang of fear and nervousness shot through him. It occoured to him that he would be attending a school maily comprised of humans, and possibly very little faunus. The thing about humans were that they were so quick to judge faunus, and yet at the same time so quick to try and touch what he specifically declared off limits zones. He would be a sitting duck there. Not just from being a faunus, but because he would be susceptible to the harsh grips and rubs and degrading pets and pats of the humans who both adored and feared his faunus appendages. Humans had no self control sometimes and would not relent when he told them what they were doing hurt him. His mini panic attack was brought to a halt when he remembered that he could always just hide the appendages.

Yes, that's perfect! He and his mother hid their faunus appendages almost every year. It was sort of a ritual at the beginning of the year when she would ask him "So? Tuck or not?" It almost always didn't work due to accidental carelessness of himself, or the carelessness of others, it usually became apparent of what he was because someone took something to far or he pushed himself to hard. This year would be different. He could always go to the bathroom for a break between periods when his tail and ears got sore. Aurum figured it would be better for them not to know he was a faunus. Humans always seemed to work better with other humans anyway.

Well if it was human they wanted, it was human he could give them.

'I guess I'm back to Tucking again," Aurum thought to himself.

He grabbed the base of his tail and threaded it around his waist, resembling a furry belt. Not the most attractive fashion style so he stuffed it underneath his shirt. For his ears he flattened them, grabbed the bandana from his pocket and tied it around his head and flattened ears, and then pulled the hood over his head, enshrouding his eyes and top of his head in darkness. "Ta-da!," Aurum thought to himself. "Normal Human,"

The ironic thing was that the man who said "Don't judge a book by its cover" was a human. He thought to himself, chuckling as he continued to walk towards his destination.

As he made his way down the street, getting closer to his destination, his ears twitched under his hood at a muffled buzzing noise behind him, growing louder by the second. He turned slightly to see a large flash of yellow, zoom by his field of vision. A motorcycle. A sleek looking motor cycle. With a body paint of glossy yellow, and a tint of shiny metallic black. A red light caused the cycle to come to a fast stop, jerking the cyclist forward a little as the motorcycle burned rubber trying to abruptly stop alongside another vehicle, the only other vehicle on the street at that time. Aurum couldn't help but admire the paint job and smile, noticing the cycle's name on the tail next to the rider's hip. He had a love for motorcycles, and always wanted one like his Garrett's, but he wasn't old enough to have a motorcycle license yet and his mother had also told him he had to learn how to drive a car first, and that his first vehicle would in fact be a car – no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Aurum noticed that there was some scribbling on the back of the cycle. Aurum had to lean back a little to read the name of the cycle, and nodded to himself as he saw that the cyclist gave the ride a fitting name. 'BUMBLEBEE' it said in a cursive like writing on the tail.

Aurum was pulled from his thoughts when he two loud revs of the cycle made him jump a little. He was so focused on the cycle that he wasn't focused on the cyclist, who through a yellow helmet was staring looking in his direction. The cyclist was dressed in a fashion that matched the cycle. A black leather jacket with a yellow shirt underneath, with black pants and shiny black heeled boots – wait… shiny black heeled boots? Aurum did a quick look over the cyclist, who now that he thought about it had the figure of a woman. He should have guessed that since the yellow shirt had two large lumps that were tightly secure inside the shirt. The cyclist also had long blond hair that her helmet couldn't seem to contain all together, flowing down her back and stopping at the dip in her back as she leaned forward on the cycle. The way she was positioned on the cycle made her butt more prominent, and tight against her pants.

Aurum realized that due to the position she was in to ride her motorcycle, and the location of which the name was, he could only assume the cyclist thought he was being pervy. He couldn't tell since the visior on her helmet was reflective, but he was sure he could see two red eyes glaring at him past the reflective glass.

And she was still staring.

Aurum felt his face start to get warm as he realized what he looked like he was doing. He then started to sputter and apologize as best he could to the girl, who probably couldn't hear him over the noise of the motorcycle and the muffling of the helmet. "OH! OOOOOH! Nonononononono! I wasn't trying t- I'm not a- Look I'm sorry- I- Look-"he stammered, his cheeks heating up, to the girl waving his hands and pointing to the motorcycle. In response, all he from the girl was a cocked head in question to what he was going on about. The faint red eyes out of the visor narrowed in disbelief to what she could possibly be hearing. Aurum tried to compose himself over the incident and took a deep breath, though he was not without fighting skills, excellent fighting skills, he was almost certain, that the way the girl looked and what he gathered, was that she could put someone in the hospital without a second thought. then he pointed at her motorcycle (making sure to make sure she knew he was pointing at her motorcycle), trying to avoid her glare of malice, then he made a what he hope she thought was a bumblebee with his hands, then gave her a thumbs up. One of the red eyes behind the visor narrowed and the other went wide, as if to raise an eyebrow. Aurum pointed to the back of her motorcycle, causing her to look behind her in the direction of her butt. He was pretty sure she still didn't get the message because her head snapped back towards his direction, the red eyes glowing brighter than before. "Nonononononono!" He exclaimed waving pleading hands infront of his body back and forth, as she put a heeled boot on the ground, as if she was going to come acrossed the grassy barrier, the only thing separating the street, her motorcycle and herself, from him, his sidewalk, and his life. He pointed farther back "Bumblebee!" He exclaimed, pleading to Oum that she could understand what he was saying. "BUMBLEBEE!" The girl eyes, narrowed once more, though not dimming, as she angled her had back to see what he was pointing at once more, but her foot remained on the ground, and her head was turned so she could keep an eye on him. When she finally looked back completely she began to convulse. Aurum would be lying if he said it didn't freak him out for a second, but the girl hit her helmeted forehead with the palm of her hand as if to say "Obviously!" and started to convulse again, shaking her head back and forth. It took a while for Aurum to figure out that she was laughing. He awkwardly smiled and began to nervously laugh himself.

Escaping sudden death, or so he thought. He really got scared when the girl actually got off her motorcycle and started to walk towards him. The barrier of grass was compromised, and Aurum was starting to fear for his life. While strength was a power he possessed, no thought of using it came to mind as the girl began to close the distance with a confident stride. He began to take steps back until the grass on the other side of the side walk decided to become an actual barrier and tripped him. His hood fell off of his head, still covering his ears but revealing his face to her. She cocked her head a little to get a better view of his face but kept coming for him. The helmet making her seem ominous and even more frightening than she really was.

At this, and much to his horror, the girl moved quicker at the sight of seeing him fall. He wouldn't be so scared if he could tell what was going on behind that helmet. But right now he felt like crying. Curling into somewhat of a ball, his arms out ready to take the barrage and shield his face. he shut his eyes and waited for the worse.

But it never came.

He cracked an eye open to see a black gloved hand reaching out for his waiting for him to take it. He stared at the hand for a moment. The girl must've grew impatient with him because using the back of her hand, she gently knocked the back of her hand against his arm, then went back to the "help you up" position. Aurum was a little skeptical but didn't want to make the girl angry again, so he timidly and hesitantly took her hand. With power he had not expected out of what he assumed was a beautiful girl, the cyclist took him by the wrist and pulled, lifting him completely off the ground before she set him back down on his feet. Putting her arm around him, Aurum and the mysterious girl made the small trek of a few steps back to the sidewalk. Her head was moving as if saying something, and she was looking at him as if addressing him, but due to the noise of the cycle, the fact that his ears when flat against his head slightly muffled sound even more, and the fact that she was still wearing a helmet, all he could hear was muffled mumbles that he could only hope he was right when he said they sounded cheerful. Then he felt something bump his arm. He looked down, (careful to avoid looking at the large… assets she had, since he was a little taller, and was pretty sure he could see down her shirt, but he wouldn't dare see if he was right) to see a fist.

All Aurum could do was stare at the fist puzzled. He was honestly puzzled at what to do at this time. He got his answer when the fist shook slightly as if waiting for a fist bump. He looked at the girls visor, it was still creepy that he couldn't see any emotion but a friend is a friend he supposed. He bumped fists with the girl, who made her fist do an explosion motion.

If Aurum wasn't still recovering from his shock and fear, he would have rolled his eyes and laughed at how childish this girl was, but all he could do was give an awkward small smile. The girl nodded, got back on her cycle, and gave him a two fingered salute before burning rubber and speeding away around the buildings a few blocks ahead. Aurum sighed in relief. He thought he was going to die right then. Just for looking at a cycle name. She thought he was looking at her butt! Ha! Like he would do that! Well… maybe he may have glanced at it once or twice, maybe for a couple seconds… Ok he was looking at her butt, but the Cycle's name was his main priority then. But he would also be lying if he said that the girl didn't have it going on! I mean she was really hot! At least by appearances, he couldn't tell what her face looked like but he could guess that she was very pretty…

Oum decided to get him for thinking like that towards his creations because Aurum was too engrossed in thought to hear the rapid noise of boots hitting pavement. It wasn't until they were too close that Aurum heard the footsteps and by then it was already too late. In a second, Aurum was slammed into by an unknown force, causing him to be clipped off the ground, twirled in the air twice, and then landing on his back with a sickening thud. Aurum roared in pain, clutching his at his waist, but It wasn't really his back that had been injured, but his tail. Realizing what he just did he clamped his hand over his mouth, and quickly looked around. It was early in the morning, so not many people were out thankfully. He whipped his head around trying to figure out what had caused him to hurt himself. Looking left and right in the middle of the street, he could find no one. Nothing was out of the ordinary besides a few cars that lay dormant on the street sides in front of buildings. The only thing out of the ordinary, was a trail of rose petals that fell slowly into his field of vision and onto him, then dissipated into nothing, as soon as they made contact with the ground. The blur of red and rose petals zipped by him and turned right behind the same building that the cyclist girl turned.

Aurum started to question this, rubbing his eyes as to register what just happened, but his pondering was cut short as a street clock rang, causing him to look at his scroll for the time. 7:15! He was supposed to be at the school by 7:45. With a pained grunt he forced himself up and began to walk to the tram station at the end of the street.

Aurum liked Trams, they were cool , mainly because they seemed to levitate off the ground. A black metal bar that hummed with electricity was put in a trench where the tram would go, and the floating vehicle had no problems with added, weight as kept still not teetering or anything! It was like a newer model of those… what were they called… back then… they were underground and had the same basic design… there was a restaurant named after them… He shrugged to himself and proceeded to board the tram.

As he boarded he saw something that found very peculiar. When the double doors slid open on the trams side, he went to find somewhere to sit, but found that everyone was standing and sitting away from the door. There was also padding lining the wall and floor on the far side of the tram where one would enter on the other side. Aurum had no idea why everyone was doing this, and since he was still eager to be on time to this new school, just reached up to grab a handle and waited. After a few minutes he could hear muffled murmurs behind him causing him to turn. He saw people staring at him as if he had a death wish. Some smirking and some taking out their scrolls to take pictures and video. Reading their lips due his muffled ears only picking up the base of their voices.

"Is he crazy?"

"This must be his first time here."

"This guy is a dead man."

"Let's post this on Youbook!"

An elderly human woman in a tracksuit smiled warmly at him. "I see you're going to the Huntsman School, Signal?" he read off her lips as she gestured to the symbol of the pamphlet he had been holding this whole time.

Aurum looked down at the symbol, and ran his fingers along the seal; a sword facing upwards with a shine on the blade, and a pistol on top of the sword as if it had just spent all the bullets in the magazine. Signal, the school for Hunters. Aurum smiled with pride and turned to the elder woman.

"Yes ma'am, Today is Examination day for first years." He replied politely to the woman. His mother and older brother had raised him to be polite to everyone, including Die-hards. Unless they didn't respond the same way, then he could tell them off.

"That means that you're a boy who is vigilant?"

"Yes ma'am," he smiled back at her.

"Can you keep a cool head?" she asked again warmly.

Aurum shrugged, he didn't like to brag, but he saw himself that way.

"I guess so ma'am," he said, with a little bit of skepticism in his voice. Where was this old lady going with this.

"So your prepared for anything?" the old woman asked. The way she was facing him Aurum couldn't tell if she was looking at him or past him. He turned and saw nothing but he could sworn he hear the pitter patter off boots getting closer. But not wanting to keep the elderly woman waiting he turned back to her again and said. "I would suppose so ma'am why do you ask?"

The old lady just smiled and replied looking at her watch, "We'll see if your words hold true, actually in 3…2…1."

The clock struck 7:21, Aurum got in to a readied stance, letting go of the overhead bar, whipping his head left and right , his eyes darting back and forth round the tram, trying to pick out or spot this "test" before it could get the better of him.

A minute went by of baited silence that was all throughout the tram car, save for the shuffling of nervous passengers, who also awaited the elderly woman's trial.

"Hmmm, a few seconds late today…" the old one mumbled to herself still looking at her watch.

Aurum then let out the remaining breath he had be holding in and relaxed then turned to the elderly lady just as the doors began to close.

"Umm, no offense ma'am," Aurum began to the old woman, who's warm smile never faltered.

"but it looks like your test is-"

Aurum had never saw it coming. He had let his guard down completely, paying no mind to a quick flash of red coming towards the tram car. Just before the doors could close a flash of red flew into the car.

Then he blinked.

In that split second of darkness, Aurum had never been more confused and startled before. Wind from outside whipped against his clothes and face, then he heard a loud noise as if someone had ran full force into something sturdy.

SLAM!

The noise caused Aurum's eyelids to rip back open as quickly as he closed them to locate the source of the ruckus. His instincts kicked into overdrive thanks to the adrenaline of fear. "

WOAH!" he shrieked in surprise leaping backwards full force.

His recoiled like a cat out of water, and landed perfectly perched on top of the head of an unsuspecting passenger seat. Black ivory claws like cold steel shot out from his fingertips and embedded themselves into the headrest. Aurum would have been thankful that his tail hadn't popped from underneath his shirt, if it hadn't tightened around his waist painfully.

"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT!" he cried as his vision began to refocus on the source of the excitement.

The first thing he noticed was the blood red rose petals that had filled the car, fluttering this way and that and then as soon as they made contact with something or someone, they dissipated into thin air. The padding on the opposite door of the tram car had been indented as if someone had run full force into them leaving a small human like indent.

He looked around the tram car and noticed that everyone themselves, save for the old woman and a few people he had assumed were vertran riders of the tram, were shocked and bewildered as he was; not at the rose petals or the padding, but the plus one.

Standing in the middle of the tram near the doors, was a small figure recovered from slamming faster that Aurum thought was possible into the padded doors. Aurum couldn't make out what the person looked like due to him (or her) being covered in a blood red cloak from his hood covered head, to his large black and red combat boots. The cloak hood covered his head, leaving his eyes enshrouded in shadow but leaving the runner's pale face out in the open. He noticed the beginnings of red headphone speakers covering the ears, and a few strands of black hair that bled over into a red at the end of it, jutting from the hood mouth. A small feminine hand stuck out from the cloak holding a… large Bucks Star coffee cup.

Aurum could feel a large sweat drop roll down his head as many things began to run through his mind. The first was that if this old woman knew this was going to happen, it was going to be a daily occurrence if he was to take the tram until he could drive to school.

"This guy nearly split himself in half in the doorway for coffee?" Aurum thought to himself, as to why the kid nearly killed himself twice in a matter of two seconds.

The third was that he was nearly bulldozed over by some kid who came up to his shoulder. Aurum would have started a laugh of nervous relief, until he remembered that he was still perched atop the chair, with his claws embedded deeply in the head rest.

He remembered another thing that his uncle Tusken told him a few years back as he retracted his claws discreetly and got off of the seat.

"A gentleman never unsheathes his claws," he heard Tusken say in his head. "Unless your in the company of friends, family, or about to engage in fisticuffs."

"Friends," he thought to himself as the excitement began to die, and the passengers began to take their seats. He had a friend back in Vacuo, one who matched his personality and was able to have a goodtime with him, damn near perfectly, aside from his pickpocketing habit the guy was a mentor, a friend, and somewhat of a brother to him. Aurum hoped he could find someone who was a best friend to him, like Sun, scratch the pickpocketing.

Taking his seat he looked out the window at the now rising sun. Well if he was going to become a freelancer, the best place to be was at here, and if he was going to make friends, what better place to be than a school?

Watching the world speed by out his window he felt a twinge of newfound confidence.

"Welcome to Patch." He mumble to himself smiling.

So yea that's that finally. Procrastination, school projects and laziness are truly a dangerous cocktail.

To the people worried about my other two stories "Man meeting his bestfriend" and "Hunting the devil himself" please don't worry. I have not forgotten about you. Maine is going to get his due, as the next chapter is currently underway.

I really am just doing this one as a personal project mainly because I was overly emotional when RWBY's creator Monty Oum passed. The idea came to me about a year ago and I thought it would just remain in my head forever, until it started to affect my head as I went on throughout the day. New ideas and chapter plots and shit. So to rid my brain of the story (or mainly to get it to shut up about it) I started writing, and when I remembered I had a FF account I thought ehh, might as well make your guys suffer through this with me right?

So any who thank you for reading and see you in the next chapter.

**I want to apologize beforehand because the next chapter has a lot of set up content and new characters and shit so it's a long one.

YautjafromEarth out.