Professor Ozpin sat there watching him, His eyes piercing him every second. Night didn't like being in these interviews with Ozpin. The dark room. The bare table in the centre. The combined effect always made Night feel extremely exposed, and somewhat helpless.
It wasn't a feeling he was used to having, but over the past couple of months it was a feeling he was becoming more, and more familiar with.
"So mister Shade. Thank you for coming." Ozpin said picking up a file from the table.
"You're very welcome professor."
"As you know it is a policy that after the first two years of training at beacon academy, we perform an interview of this nature, so that we can judge your psychological progress."
Night sat back in his chair and sighed. "Yes sir." He wasn't going to enjoy this. He'd heard about these interviews before, and they had a reputation for becoming pretty weird.
Ozpin examined him closely. "So... why don't you start from your entrance into the academy?"
"Of course. Well..."
Night stepped off of the large silver carrier ship, his suitcase held firmly in one hand, a black curved katana in the other. He was hot, and, not for the first time today, he cursed himself for wearing such a dark suit in the middle of summer.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead causing it to soak into his bark blue hair. Amber walked past him into the centre of the platform on which they and several other teenagers now stood. He couldn't help but applaud her for her choice in clothing.
She wore a white summer dress with several different coloured sigils embroidered into it. This was one of the few things she ever wore, and she never went out without wearing something with embroidered onto it. Her clothes were her weapon and she was never defenceless, and as well as the protection they gave her they complimented her pale skin and blonde hair perfectly.
As she stood there with her suitcases, she looked up at the spires and towers of Beacon academy. And as Night strolled past her she ran after him shouting for him to wait.
Night and Amber had been friends since their early days at Signal academy and if it weren't for each other they may well have never made it to Beacon.
She was his polar opposite. While he was tall with dark hair and a cold, dark and stoic personality, she was bright blonde, short and almost never in a bad mood, capable of cheering up anyone she was near.
And as different as they were, they were inseparable.
As they walked through the front square of Beacon they took in their surroundings, Amber yammering away and Night listening to her as she talked excitedly about the training they were about to begin.
They walked into the academy's atrium and were greeted by the sight of around 50 people, all in their late teens. All of them looked different and seemed to be from different ethnic backgrounds. They held weapons, luggage and all manner of other items, and they were all looking up at the man standing on the stage in the centre of the room.
The man was unmistakably, Professor Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon academy and world renound huntsman. He was standing there in his trademark black suit and green scarf.
After noticing all his new students had entered he began to speak "you have travelled here today in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and acquire new skills, and when you have finished you plan to dedicate your lives to the protection of the people."
"But when I look at those among you all I see is wasted energy, In need of purpose and direction." At this a small murmur began to spread through the crowd. Ozpin seemed unfazed by this and continued. " You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will show you that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."
At this he stepped away from the microphone and a rather stern looking blonde woman in her late thirties stepped forward to take his place. "You will gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed." She then followed Ozpin off the stage and up the steps into the main building.
It was at this point that Night noticed two figures in the crowd. A white haired boy in a white suit and trench coat, and a tall thin redhead in a black skirted suit with clearly visible cat ears and a tail protruding from a hole in the back of her skirt. At that same moment they noticed him and Amber. The redhead smiled at Night, and got a slight tilt of the head in return. The two pairs approached each other.
The white haired boy chuckled as he reached them "So, since when is Beacon academy accepting second class students into its halls?" he asked Night, his small smile becoming a wide smirk.
"Hello Light." Night replied his tone as cold as ice. Lights smirk turned to a handsome smile as he turned to Amber.
"Hey gorgeous." He said winking. "Been way to long since I saw you."
Amber frowned and flicked her wrist. Light had obviously forgotten about Amber's ability to control dust, and as he remembered, too late about this strange ability the revolver under his left arm flew from its holster, flipped in the air and cracked against the side of his jaw, dropping to the ground once it had done so.
Light yelped holding the side of his face and Night smiled to himself.
The redheaded girl rushed forward and hugged Night pressing him into her generous cleavage.
"Night, it's so good to see you!"
"Uh, yeah. It's good to see you too Silvia." He said, feeling very squashed.
She let him go and gave him a long kiss on the cheek. Amber scowled and brushed one of the sigils on her dress summoning a small ball of fire into her palm. Night saw this and grabbed her hand closing it and extinguishing the flame before she had the chance to throw it at Silvia.
"Oh feisty!" Silvia exclaimed. "Remind me not to piss her off." She purred in his ear, smiling seductively when she pulled away. By this point Light had recovered and was standing with a look of hatred etched onto his handsome boyish face.
"Come on Light." She said running her finger across Nights cheek, and then walking away. "Let's go find some trouble." Light stared at Amber for another second and then turned and followed.
Night turned to Amber apologetically. "I'm really sorry."
"Ok" She said turning away.
"Amber."
"It's fine." She snapped, and then she walked away, leaving Night staring after her.