Hello everyone and welcome (see told you guys I'd be back) if you haven't guessed by now this is the rewrite to the hidden faunus. Oh and I'd like to say hello to all the new readers as well.

I do plan to take this story in more or less the same way as the last one but with a few drastic changes to the passing of the story and how some events turn out.

I would like to get feedback from all you guys it really does help with my motivation to write the story. Basically it's up to you guys and gals to keep this alive and moving forward.

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We come across a quaint little house covered in snow while flashing lights with the sound of combat coming from inside the house along with the screams of a baby can be heard as we move closer. When we move to the door of house the noise suddenly stops leaving nothing but silence and the crying of said child which stops soon after.

Inside the walls are pin pricked with bullet holes and deep slashes which go all the way through some of the walls. In one of these rooms a female with jet black hair and slumped cat ears the same colour as her hair sits against a wall in a small puddle of blood with a blackened blade stabbed into the ground next to her.

A figure immersed in shadow ran out a large hole in a wall to the dead woman's right carrying a whimpering blue bundle in it's arms as it fled into the tree line.

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"Why hello you little kitten, you finally stop crying yet?" the dark figure said in an deep amused voice. The baby which didn't look more than a year old in his hands stared at him with shining, bloodshot and watery silver eyes. The baby had tiny cat ears folded flat sprouting from his fuzzy head of black hair. The baby did what he could to hiss at the figure holding him.

"Well aren't you a defiant little brat… I think I know exactly what I'll do with you now," the figure flicked the baby's nose causing the baby to cry again as the figure started to run.

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Five years later….

A young boy no older than six with long, tangled and dirty black hair that went to his shoulders, cat ears the same color as his hair with the number "593" marked on a piece of plastic attached to it, pasty white skin and tired silver eyes dug a pick into the soft ground beneath him almost robotically trying to dislodge a red crystal from said ground.

"Hey Adriana did you hear the rumor?" he heard a older gruffer male say to his far left.

"What rumor?" he heard another voice say which must have been this Adriana character.

"Well I overheard that there is a group of Faunus out there protesting for equality," the male said excitedly.

"That must mean he's getting heat from the press-" Adriana said but was cut off as heavy metal boots walked up. The child looked up seeing a guard with a white snowflake on his shoulder loom over the two that were talking holding a rifle in his hands.

"Get back to digging now or do you two want an ..."accident"... to happen?" the guard threatened.

"No sir," the man said fearfully as a bushy dog tail went between his legs and his started digging again without a word more.

Guards in most of the Dust mines were supposed to guard the workers from Grimm that might spawn from the darkness of the mines but with these ones they had one job to keep the workers working no matter what whether it be Grimm or a cave in. They never really pay attention to the workers unless they weren't doing what they were told or had a broken limb. As for the other miners they treated him like a part of a family he never really knew.

If I was big and strong I would beat him up for being a big bully. The kid thought puffing his cheeks out and flattening his ears as he continued to try and dislodge the red crystal in front of him.

"Be careful what you think little guy," an old man with deer antlers well one deer antler whispered over from next to him with a small smile which put one on the kid's, "who knows they might be able to hear your thoughts."

This old man was the closest thing to a father figure the kid had from making sure the kid did what he was supposed to do, to protecting him from guards when the kid's anger got the better of him and once through a rock at a guard's head. One time the old man gave him a book over the history of Remnant marking the day he showed up with them in the mine.

"You're almost there you just need to hit the Dust directly with the flat of your pick," the old man pointed out. The young boy did as he was told and the crystal came free.

"There you go Kyle you've got it," the old man said with pride

"Thank you," Kyle said allowing himself a small satisfied smile.

"Go get it on the transport I'll be here," the old man said as he continued to dig.

Kyle grabbed the large crystal in both hands and walked over to the nearest cart. When Kyle set the crystal in he started hearing growling from deeper in the cave.

"Hello?" Kyle asked curiously walking toward the growling sound seeing large red angry, hungry and evil eyes staring at him. Oddly Kyle didn't feel frightened by the beast only ten or so feet from him. Wasn't Grimm supposed to scare and eat people? What he felt was a tinge of anger in his belly and confidence as he grabbed his pickaxe in hand and started walking toward the creacher two times his own size.

"Hey brat what the hell are you doing over there get back to your spot," a guard ordered from behind Kyle but he didn't listen as he continued to walk toward the Grimm that was slowly backing away from him like it was afraid.

"HEY!" the same guard said roughly throwing Kyle to the ground knocking the pickaxe from the boy's grip. The guard had no time to react as the Grimm pounced onto him ripping off one of his arms with it's teeth causing blood to shoot out of the stump like a geyser and the guard to emit a horrendous and painful scream.

"Beowulf!" another guard warned in fear shooting the large dog like Grimm off the fallen guard but it was too late to save him because the creature had already torn out the guard's throat with it's teeth causing him to drown in his own blood. As the Beowulf fell Kyle saw more glowing red eyes start opening and moving closer.

Kyle was then dragged away from the monsters and the dead man by the old man and the old man placed his thumb on Kyle's forehead chanting something under his breath that even with Kyle's hearing he couldn't pick up on before the old man let him go. "You must trust me Kyle you need to run as fast as you can you hear I'm right behind you…" the old man pleaded.

"No I'm not leaving you," Kyle argued with tears forming in his eyes and his ears flattened as more guards and some of the workers picked up weapons to defend themselves and the others.

"Do you remember what I told you Kyle?" the old man asked as gunfire, battle cries and howling erupted behind them.

"If you don't say goodbye you aren't really gone you're just not here right now," Kyle choked out with tears running down his cheeks as the old man pushed a book into Kyle's hands.

"That's right but right now I need you to survive for my sake now, go," the old man pushed Kyle back toward the exit. He nodded and disappeared like a ghost when he turned away from the old man leaving only a dust trail showing where he went.

"I'm sorry Kyle," the old man said as a tear fell from his eye before he felt something enter his back and out his chest.

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Two days after the mine…

It had felt like Kyle had been running for weeks and he was exhausted from running as he kept his hands firmly tight around the book in his hands and a knife with an engraved word "protect" on the blade in it. He found the knife when he first opened the book. It was concealed in the back pages of it thankfully the back pages were completely blank so Kyle could still read the book. Kyle was sitting under a tree in a ball crying the old man nor anyone else had come looking for him and Kyle wasn't dumb he heard enough stories to know what happened when there were Grimm attacks and he knew that his last words to that old man was a goodbye. The only family he ever known was gone he was alone again in an unknown and unforgiving place and it scared him.

What am I going to do now there's nothing left... I've got nothing, Kyle thought hugging his knees tighter to his chest. "Stay alive," the words just kept circling in his head.

How do I do that? Kyle thought looking up to the sky. At that moment a ship flew over head seaming to be touching down not too far away from where Kyle decided to collapse. Well that's a start I guess. Kyle picked himself back up and started to walk toward where he saw the airship land.

Kyle walked for about half an hour before he came across the town and saw the airship docked just on the other side of the town. Maybe I can sneak onto the ship? Kyle thought as he walked into the town clutching his book with the hidden blade in hand.

Kyle decided to take the long way around the town by sneaking through the allies and when he could move along the rooftops trying to get closer to the ship. It may have taken him all day but Kyle managed to sneak onto the ship and into the cargo bay where he found a nook he could fit into. Thankfully the ship wasn't heavily guarded so he was as happy as he could get right now.

I hope wherever this thing is going it's a better place than this, Kyle thought laying down in a ball around his book to try and get some sleep.

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Kyle woke up a few hours later as he felt a rather painful pinch on one of his delicate cat ears. He reached up to it and the pain became harder to bear as he touched the plastic attached to his ear.

I've got to get this damn thing off! Kyle inwardly yelled as he opened the book grabbing the knife and put the serrated part of blade to the point at which the plastic connected to his ear and began sawing away at the at the plastic connecter. It took him a few minutes to get it off but it was worth it the plastic hit the ground with a loud clack. After that Kyle reached up to the sore ear to rub away the discomfort to find that there was a rather medium sized hole in it and when he touched it his ear felt like a fire was just set off on his head causing him to wine in pain.

"Ow that hurt," Kyle whispered just in case there was someone in the cargo hold as he felt the airship touch down and heard the docking clamps attach themselves to the hull. I guess that's my que, Kyle thought staggering to his feet and sneaking out of the ship.

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Well I hope this is a good start to this rewrite. Yes I know I put in a RVB quote in there but to be fair I personally thought it worked well in that scene.

I just want to get something straight here about the whole mine slave thing I got the idea after the introduction of Weiss' father in episode two of volume four. I mean after getting to see his personality I see it like he would be the kind of egotistical asshole to do this just to save on a little money for workers.

Oh and there will be a poll up in my page so I know what you fine readers would like to see out of this fic.

Please review and follow who knows favorite if you want. This is Iron Warriors signing off.