Chapter One: first day jitters
(Flavian's POV)
Flavian Wittmore was sitting in the corner of the airship, as far away from everyone else as possible. The little yellow clad ninja was nervous around other people, like everyone else on the airship to Beacon Flavian was wearing his combat clothes and weapons, a dark yellow gi with loose yellow pants and a chain shirt under the gi, Izanagi, his electrical ninjato was strapped to his back, and Rampage, his father's old retracting claw gauntlet was on his left arm, modified by Flavian to shoot shuriken, and a bunch of kunai and several rolls of paper bombs were concealed all over his body in his clothes. Flavian felt a little more secure knowing that he was perfectly capable of defending himself if it should become necessary, but as the blue mechanical eye in the sixteen year old's left eye socket testified, being able to slaughter Grimm wholesale did very little good when you refused to fight back against people who wanted nothing more than to cause you pain.
The yellow ninja pushed those thoughts out of his head and began looking around him at the other potential students, there was a huge Tiger Faunus boy with black stripes on his face and his bare muscular arms, a jagged scar across his neck, and a sword almost as tall as he was leaning against the wall next to him, he had wild ginger hair, and a rough, rugged face, Flavian decided that if the other students were like the striped boy he didn't want to know, so he stared at the ceiling, until the hologram of a stern looking blond woman with lime green eyes addressed the initiates, before the hologram vanished.
"Hello, my name is Glynda Goodwitch, I am the Deputy Headmistress and Combat class teacher, and it is my pleasure to welcome all of you to Beacon, the Kingdoms of Remnant are experiencing a hard earned peace, and as future Huntsmen and Huntresses it is your job to uphold it. Good luck." The Tiger Faunus snorted with derision, and a blue haired girl gave him an icy glare, Flavian was just glad that that blood chilling look wasn't directed at him.
(Emitt's POV)
Emitt Vulcan thought back to Glynda Goodwitch's speech, it was bullshit, what kind of peace involved seven year old boys being taken from their families and forced to fight for their lives? The ginger tiger Faunus shook his head, thinking about that made his scars ache. The airship finally landed, and Emitt picked up his weapon, Vulcanus, and strapped the massive sword to his back before walking out onto Beacon's Landing platform with dozens of other initiates, the blue haired ice queen who'd glared at him earlier brushed past him with a disdainful huff, before Emitt was entirely aware of the motion he'd reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist. The knife wound that had made the scar on Emitt's throat had damaged his vocal chords, so his voice came out as a rough growl.
"Listen Ice Bitch, I don't know what your problem with me is, but you clearly have one, so spit it out and get it over with."
The girl looked down at the hand engulfing half her forearm, her cold blue eyes glowed for a second, and Emitt let go of her arm, his fingers were smoking with frost, and hurt quite a bit.
"Fuck! That hurt, what the hell?!" The angry tiger striped fighter glared at the five foot three girl who'd nearly given him frostbite with a look. Her voice would have been considered beautiful and lyrical, if it hadn't been as cold as the winter wind in Atlas.
"I just don't like rude thugs, and my name is Cerise, not Ice Bitch, so I would appreciate it if you got at least that right, I'm sure your brain isn't so tiny that you couldn't use my name."
Emitt growled, low and deep in his chest. Then he turned and slammed his fist into the cobblestones, his aura flared up around him like red orange, and yellow flames, and the stones shattered where his fist hit, then he turned on Cerise, feline green eyes blazing.
"I may be a rude thug, but at least I'm not a judgemental Ice Queen who passes judgement on others without a scrap of knowledge about that person." Emitt felt his aura fade away with the blinding burst of rage, he knew that if he hadn't been making himself be careful to avoid getting kicked out before initiation he would have attacked her, after all, hitting a Huntress in training wasn't the same as hitting a normal person, for one thing he could generally count on Hunter trainees to actually survive his punches, no matter if they looked like delicate ice sculptures, heck, Cerise looked as if she could freeze him solid with a glare, or cut him to pieces with the shortsword strapped to her waist.
(Cerise's POV)
That hot headed thug, how dare he try to judge me! Cerise fumed, before the quiet voice of her conscience put in it's two cents, but isn't that exactly what you just did to him? Feeling a little ashamed of her behavior, Cerise forced herself to calm down.
"What's your name, anyway?" Cerise asked, still sounding more judgemental than she intended.
"Emitt, Emitt Vulcan." The scarred tiger Faunus growled, he didn't seem very angry, so Cerise assumed that the growl was his normal speaking voice, likely the result of the jagged scar that stretched across his throat.
"Well, Emitt, my name is Cerise Silviana, this arguing helps nobody, and we may end up Teammates by tomorrow, so if it's all the same to you I would rather forget about this incident and move on."
Emitt grunted in assent.
(April's POV)
April Quinn skipped off of the gangplank of the airship smiling widely, she was going to Beacon! Just out of high spirits, April caused all the flowers in a nearby garden to bloom and grow, she was going to have so many good times here, she just knew it!
(Flavian's POV)
Flavian stood in the back of three airship loads of initiates as Headmaster Ozpin prepared to step on stage for his beginning of the year speech.
The Headmaster was a tall, thin silver haired man in a green suit and matching pants, his sharp, intelligent brown eyes looked out over his prospective students, from behind small, round sunglasses.
"I will not lie to you, the path you've chosen is a dangerous one, but for the protection of the people from the threat of the creatures of Grimm, all of you, by enrolling in Beacon Academy, have pledged your lives in service to all people, Human and Faunus alike. It is the jobs of the faculty of Beacon to teach you the skills necessary to perform this grave duty, it is the job of all of you while within these walls to learn what we teach to the very best of your abilities, learn well, because lives will depend on what you've learned." Without further ceremony, Ozpin turned on his heel and left.
The crowd of initiates were all murmuring among themselves, but Flavian heard none of it, as soon as the Headmaster's speech ended the nervous ninja went into a full panic attack, sure he'd been aware of the risks of a Hunter's profession, but to hear it spoken of so casually by such an experienced and famous Huntsman made the prospect of imminent death seem like an inevitability, that no matter what a Hunter's level of skill he would die at the claws of the Grimm, and there was nothing they could do to avoid that fate.
"Hello!" Flavian nearly jumped out of his skin, he did jump ten feet into the air, the girl, who had greeted him from behind, watched as he dropped back onto his feet.
"Wow! That was pretty impressive, I've never seen anyone able to jump nearly twice their height from a standing position before, I must have really startled you!" The girl's open face fell slightly. "Sorry! But I didn't think you would be that startled, after all, it's supposed to be impossible to sneak up on a ninja." The girl's violet eyes sparkled with humor.
Flavian blushed deep red and stuttered out a mumbling apology. The strange, tiny girl, smiled, she was barely five feet tall and slender, a green sniper rifle was strapped to her back, and she had an orchid tucked behind her ear in her blond hair.
"You're a quiet one ain't ya?" The girl asked with a smile. Flavian nodded nervously, and gave a shaky smile.
"That's fine, you don't need to push yourself if talking to me makes you uncomfortable, I can wait until you've warmed up to me!" The girl answered with a widening of her perpetual smile.
"I'm April, what's your name cutie?"
Flavian blushed redder, but managed to speak a little louder than his usual mumble. "F-Flavian Whi-Whi-Whittmore."
April nodded. "Well, it's been a pleasure to meet you, maybe we'll see each other at initiation tomorrow, I hope so." With a wink, April walked away.
(Author's note: I have too many ideas in my head, so now I'm going to get rid of one of them, please read review and enjoy)