A/N: Welcome to yet another new fanfiction by yours truly! This time, I am trying something a little bit different: this crossover is going to be using not 1, not 2, but 3 fandoms! Those 3 fandoms are: RWBY (obviously), Another (Brilliant anime series, give it a watch), and Assassin's Creed (No idea why, it just came to me as an essential concept of this story.) This is just to help alleviate confusion, since FF only allows two fandoms in a crossover story. Another and RWBY will be the marked fandoms, but Assassin's Creed is a part of this story as well. To make it easier, think of this as my practice for the RWBY/Clannad/Sword Art Online crossover series I'll be doing in the future. Anyways, enough rambling. I present to you: Another: The Call For Blood. Enjoy!

ANOTHER: THE CALL FOR BLOOD

Chapter 1- Umbrella

Yomiyama, 1998

"Sleeping on a futon, that's a killer!" Adam said, as he cracked his back. Taking a look at his watch, he sighed. "Why'd the Brotherhood arrange for me to join this school so soon after the year started? It's not as if I need to learn anything." he said, before he picked up his bracers. After a moment's contemplation, he smiled. "Best to be safe." he said, clipping the bracers onto his arms. "As an Assassin, never know when I'll need to." he said, before he started to get dressed. "Right…" he said, pulling his shirt on, then his jacket, before slinging his bag over his shoulder. "…Guess I'd better get going." he said, stepping out of his house and locking the door, before looking out over the town. "I'm never making it to the school on time if I take the streets, especially since I don't know the city." he thought, before looking up. "Fuck it, I need to if I'm going to make it." he continued, before looking down either side of the street. Smiling when he saw nobody, he fiddled with the mechanism on the underside of his right bracer, hidden under his jacket, then pointed his arm up. "Going up!" Flicking his wrist, he shot a grappling hook out of the mechanism, which launched up onto a roof across the street, then immediately started to reel him in. Landing on the roof, he rolled to his feet, then immediately took off in a sprint, leaping from one rooftop to the next when necessary. Eventually, he reached the School in half the time he would have, where he saw the courtyard was full of students. Grinning slightly, he leapt off the roof into an alleyway, then exited, flawlessly blending in with the crowd of students who were entering through the school gates. Eventually, the bell rung for morning classes, and Adam ran to the Principal's office, as he had been instructed to.

After clearing up who he was, the Principal of the school showed him to his class: Class 3-3. "Mr. Kubodera, this boy has been transferred to the school, and since the other classrooms are full, he'll have to be placed in with yours." the Principal had said, clapping Adam slightly on the shoulder, before proceeding with explaining who Adam was. "Get your fucking hand off me, you prick, before I cut it off." Adam thought, gritting his teeth, and flexing his wrist in preparation to activate his Hidden Blade, but before he could, the hand was gone from his shoulder. "Thank fuck. Wankstain." he thought, before he swore he heard the Principal whisper to Kubodera, "I'm sorry.", before Kubodera nodded. "Very well. Now, Mr Robertson, I believe there is an empty seat up…there." the teacher said, pointing to an empty chair at the back of the class. Nodding, Adam bowed to the teachers (he had been taught respect, after all), before walking up to the specified table. As he approached, he could swear he saw a couple of the other class members shoot him dirty looks, especially the auburn-haired girl glaring at him from the front of the class. "Let them glare. I don't care what people think of me." Adam thought, as he tossed his bag under his desk, and planked himself onto his chair. After the Principal left, the teacher returned to teaching the class.

Soon enough, the bell rang to signal the end of the class, and the students dispersed, but Adam stayed in the class, his gaze fixated on a desk at the far corner of the room. "Mr Robertson, are you coming?" Kubodera had asked him, but he had shook his head and said, "No. There's something I've got to do." he said, before the teacher nodded and left the room. As soon as Adam knew he was alone, he walked over to the desk that had caught his attention, and ran a hand over it, examining the weathered surface, before a voice from behind caught his attention. "You shouldn't be here." the voice said, causing him to turn and see the red-haired girl from earlier. Smiling, Adam said, "Well, I am, so…why shouldn't I be here, pray tell, Miss…?", pausing at the end when he realised he didn't know the girl's name. "Izumi Akazawa, the head of countermeasures for Class 3-3." she replied, before Adam's brow furrowed.

"Countermeasures? What countermeasures?" he asked, before the girl frowned. "Doesn't concern you, Robertson." she spat, before she nodded to the desk he was examining. "Just…whoever you see sit at that desk…ignore them. Pretend they don't exist." she said, before she disappeared, and Adam looked back to the desk in surprise. Running a hand over the markings on the wood, he sighed, before he went to his desk, picked up his bag, then left the room. Immediately, he went to walk up the nearest flight of stairs, but he was surprised when he saw what was unmistakeably an umbrella fall in front of him. Kicking it away from him, he turned and looked up the stairs just in time to see a body fly towards him, which he reflexively caught. Looking at the body, he saw that a girl had fell into him. Slowly, she opened her eyes to look at him. "You okay?" he asked, before the girl gasped, and pushed away from him. "You…Why did you do that?" she asked, before Adam scowled. "That's gratitude. Just saved your ass from death by impaling from a fucking umbrella…" he said, pointing to the umbrella that he kicked a few seconds ago, which had a sharp point on the top, "…And this is the thanks I get?" he continued, before the girl grabbed the umbrella up and glared at him. After a few seconds, she loosened up, and her eyes softened. "Thank you, I guess, but you shouldn't have saved me." she said, before she took off. "Huh. Okaaay…" Adam said to himself, before shrugging. "Fuck it, what do I care?" he said, before he saw the Principal walking towards him.

"Mr Robertson, I know you've only just got here, but I've heard that you don't seem to be following the rules set forth by your class." the Principal said, before Adam looked at him in confusion. "With all due respect, Sir…" he said, making his distaste of the situation clear, before continuing, "…it's kinda hard to follow the rules of the class when no one actually looks at me without glaring like I'm a piece of crap on the bottom of their shoe." he said, before the Principal sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Alright, I'll have a chat with Miss Akazawa, who I believe you've met already. I suggest you go home early today, Mr Robertson. Right now, in fact." he said, before Adam nodded, and went to leave, but the Principal blocked him with an arm. "Mr Robertson, from now on, I suggest you take any advice you either have heard or will hear from the members of your class very seriously." the Principal said, before moving out of Adam's way. Scowling, Adam nodded, and exited the building, heading towards the school gates. Halfway across the courtyard, he came to a dead stop, turned on the spot, and looked up to the roof of the school, where he saw a girl with pitch-black hair and an eyepatch staring down at him. His eyes narrowing, he sighed in resignation, before leaving the grounds. Entering an alleyway, he launched the grappling hook he used that morning onto a roof, which reeled him up with it. After landing, he took off in a sprint, recalling his path to his house, which he eventually landed on the roof of. Scaling down the wall of the building, he cracked his window open, and slid inside. Tossing his bag onto his table, he sat at a desk, and placed his hand on his head, groaning from exhaustion. Slowly, his head dropped onto the table, and he fell into a deep sleep.

A few hours later, he shook himself awake, and looked at his watch, before sighing. "Alright, time to go to work." he thought to himself, as he pushed himself off the desk, and going to a wardrobe in his room. Opening it, he saw the equipment befitting a member of his Brotherhood. Smirking, he quickly got ready for his night's work. Pulling up his hood, he went over to his window, and looked back out over the town, which was bathed in the fluorescent glow of the moonlight. Climbing up onto his windowsill, he shot his grappling hook out, and immediately took off, ready to find his first target…

A/N: And there we go! I'm going to set myself a challenge in this fanfic. I'm going to see if I can make it all the way through this story without resorting to using any of my other OC characters from RoTA (Jamie, Ryan, Kayleigh, etc), and have Adam be the only original character in this story. Anyway, next up in Call For Blood, Chapter 2- Dollhouse. See you then. Madman out!