As I woke up to take a look at my surroundings, I realized that I had no idea where I was. A good look around I could only see one happy face. That face will forever be engraved in my brain as "mother." There was another baby right beside me. My only thoughts were 'Okay, this is happening.'
5 Years old
My twin sister and I stared at each other intensely, waiting for someone to drop his or her guard. She started to squint as I started to smile. She blinked.
"HA! I get the last cookie," I gloated. We always did this, our way of competing without destroying the house.
"True, but if this was like last time, I would have won," she frowned.
Last time
"How did you two manage to destroy the kitchen!?" mom screamed.
"It was her fault!"
"It was his fault!"
"Just wait until your father gets home you two!"
"What is he going to give us a stern talking to?"
"No, He is going to whip your butts after I'm done!"
"Wait what?"
"Wait what?"
Now
"It still stings," I said closing my eyes in memory. When I opened them I saw an empty space where my sister was. Turning around I saw her munching on the cookie. We stared at each other before she put on this giant grin and swallowed. It was at this point I swore revenge on her.
10 years old
"Brother, what are you talking about?" my sister asked inquisitively.
"It is simple sister dear, what are the White Fang?" I ask.
"They are the people trying to give people like me a fair chance in life," she said arms crossed and eyebrow raised.
"And what are doughnuts?"
"A...pastry?"
"Precisely. The White Fang feel obligated to do the things they do to make Faunus equal. To make them feel sweet" I swivel my chair around to her and stare directly into her eyes. "They want to 'consume' you. 'Mold' you into something they can use while the 'dough' is still wet. Then after that is done, this White Fang will 'fry' you and then give you a nice glaze over."
"The White Fang is turning Faunus into...doughnuts?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Is this because you don't have these cool mouse ears like me and mom?"
"It's mom and me."
"Okay, crazy doughnut man. If I see a cop, I will make sure he doesn't dunk me in coffee."
"It's the crazy people that will grow up to be detectives sis! Detectives have the best theories!"
"There also not all there!"
11 years old
I was walking down the street trying to find my sister. I knew where she was, it was just hard to walk in the crowd of Faunus rallying without getting weird stares from both sides. As I approached her, I saw another girl talking to her. A fauna with cat ears. I approached her like any good brother should. With the intent to embarrass.
"Hello young sir or madam," I bowed. "Do you have time to talk about our lord and savior, 'That candy wrapper on the street?' My plan seemed to work a little too well as she grabbed the head and her eyes looked ready to fry me at any moment.
"What are you doing here?" she screamed-whispered.
"Isn't it obvious? I was studying the doughnut-making process," I joked.
"How did you find me?" she questioned.
"Do you want the long version or the short version?"
"Short version."
"The carpet told me."
"….Okay conspiracy man, my second question is why are you here?"
"One of lives greatest mysteries isn't it?"
"I'M SERIOUS!" that loud outburst made everyone, Faunus, and human, to stare at us for a few seconds before returning to what they were previously doing. My sister relaxed a bit before letting me go.
"Okay, the real reason is, I was worried about you. These events, even though they are peaceful, people get hurt or killed." She looked into my eyes with determination and defiance.
"You can't make me leave. For the first time, I feel like my voice is being heard. I am out here because nobody else will be," she looked away for a while "Not even mom." My twin then turned to me with a fire in her eyes and pointed her finger at me. "So e- even if you tell me-"
I slapped her hand out of my face "First of all, finger pointing is only reserved for babies and the guilty. Second of all, I am always right about everything, a third of all, who said I am going to tell? If you are here that means I get to be here too."
She stared at me for a while with a look of confusion on her face. It then changed into something of a gratitude smile before she hugged me.
"Thank you."
"For what? If you are here that means I can further prove my theory that picket signs are the reason the moon only comes out at night."
We then broke out of our hug and I could see she was about to cry with a smile on her face.
"I thought you already took basic astronomy?" she laugh-cried.
"And have my brain monitored by the military? No, thank you. I skipped class every chance I got."
"But you sat right beside me the entire time."
"Hey, looks like we both have secrets to hide."
15 years old
She was gone. The White Fang turned into something that everyone feared. They were no longer the people looking for equal rights, rather the warmongering organization looking for dominance. I stared at the last picture we took as a family. Mom and dad holding us while we fight over a toy. I found the outpost this 'New Fang' were stationed at. Actually, I never lost it. They kept moving to be unheard by the local police.
As I walked up to their base entrance two guards pointed their weapons at me.
"What do you want human?" the last word was spat out of his mouth like a bad taste.
"Please let me see my sister," I asked with my hands up and eyes not really looking at them.
"Your sister huh? Why do I find that hard to believe?" the guard asked not once lowering his weapon.
"Let him be," a new voice rang out.
She looked older with a few years on her and the Grimm mask. There was no denying that black hair and jawline that I recognized, though. Exactly like mine. Minus the ears. The guards slowly lowered their weapons and before I knew it we were standing face to face.
"What do you want?" she asked arms crossed. I held up the picture for a while before mimicking drawing an X over mom and dad's face. It took her a while before she got it, but when she did the look on the parts of the face I could see made me wish her whole face was covered up.
"Wha- how-"
"There was a fire. I was walking home, saw the house burned down to ashes. The fire spread way too quickly. Reduced them into black char with bones."
"I-its okay how do we e-even know-"
"Dental records show it's them. The detectives say it was a house fire. Loose wiring or something like that."
We stared at each other what felt like hours. My sister finally took off her mask so I could see her eyes. Even after all these years we look the same. Hazel eyes with olive oil skin and black shaggy hair. I wonder if she kept that look like me. We held each other close as we sobbed on each other's shoulders.
"Why did they have to die?"
17 years old
"Look Mr. Ozpin, I don't want to become a hunter. I just want a job."
"I see, and what kind of 'job' do you expect to get at your age into an academy?"
"I can be very useful. Like a detective!"
"A detective?"
"Yeah! Report to you when I find something interesting," I slashed my arms around "Like a spy!"
"I would have you know that I do not spy on my students. It is morally wrong to look upon a person 24/7."
I look down as he stares at me squinting his eyes. "Look, I just want to do something with my life. You are my last choice. I ask to do anything for you. Just give me one chance to prove myself."
He did not turn off his glare for a few seconds, might as well been hours. Finally, he sighed.
"Your new occupation is a teacher assistant. You will be there for each teacher when they need you. Failure to comply with any of the teacher's rules or bringing harm to my students, and you will wish you hadn't taken this job."
I look up at him. "Does that mean-"
"Welcome Mr. Silver, to Beacon Academy."