Beacon Academy, where students young and talented arrive to further their training in becoming a Hunter/Huntress. They've have faced many trials before and have surpassed the tests needed to advance to the higher education facility of Beacon Academy. They welcome all students, no matter what their diversity may be. Those willing to be trained will survive and learn many hardships, as well as the bonding with other young intellectuals as they become part of a team of four, for four years time.

Of course, students, however young and mature, old and naive, or adolescent and oblivious, are each are still maturing in the world and often share experiences as well as rivalries with others, as well as themselves. Not all though, fall into this type of life at Beacon. Some are outcasts because of what they are, for who they are, for what they believe in, and for why they joined. It is natural for others to pick on who they find inferior to themselves. Some shield themselves from this by hiding away from these bullies, other fight back. But here, one young man wants a friend, one he can relate to for what he is.
It's been only a few weeks here at Beacon, and yet he has failed to show his face. He didn't want to be revealed just yet, he was self-conscience of his appearance, being a Faunus like a select number of others, but it was more than that to him. It something he can't change and feels it's something that needs time, for him to accept reality for what it is and what others will think of him.

"Daniel de la Lune Blanc, Mary Grace Dole, Tōboe Ketsueki, Naito," spoke Professor Ozpin, recognizing the group of students. It was particularly confusing why there were only three of the four standing in place during the ceremony.

Daniel, male standing tall in a white suit and tie, he is the eldest of the group. His hair combed down and off to the right, he was smiling as his name had been called along with the others. Mary, a young female dress in her dark yellowish long coat, was nervous, but vigilant at the fact there was one missing. He was the second youngest of the group, but is the tallest of the three present. Naito, looking forward with his one good eye, the other half of his face with a scar running though, was the mid-oldest one of the group. He worth his dark leather armor like he always has since. The three of them had their hands behind their back, in a respective manner, listening and being honor to be here on this day.

The monitors overhead when projecting their faces, didn't show a fourth, Tōboe's. It was replaced by a blank, black space. "The four of you," continued Ozpin, "have retrieved the Black Pawn pieces, from this day forward, you shall work together as Team Midnight (MDNT), lead by Mary Grace Dole." A round of applause followed suit as he had finished speaking. Still, while the three were happy at least to be part of a team, they looked curiously at each other, each the question they held in unison, "Who is Tōboe?"
From above the amphitheater under the poor lit moonlight sat a dark figure, looking down at ceremony through the glass ceiling. He touched against the glass with his left, in his right, the Black Pawn piece. His eyes looked down sullenly at his three new teammates. "I'm sorry," he said to himself in a low voice. "I'm not ready….not yet…" He stood from his place, standing straight over the rooftop and turned away. Tōboe wanted to sleep alone tonight, not ready for confrontation of his team.
That's was a month ago….

"...that concludes today's lesson for today class," concludes Professor Port on his lecture on the Grim, or prey as he says. His class steps out, that including two members of Team MDNT, of the lecture hall and all move out of the room. Port oversees his pupils exiting his class, until the last one out shuts the door behind them. He looks down and sighs, shaking his head. "It's safe to come out now….Tōboe." From the door on the far backside of the hall, there steps out Tōboe, head down and walking forward. He approached Port slowly, looking away to the side.
"Forgive me Professor Port for having to burden you."
"Enough Tōboe. I know that of your situation and fully understand how you feel and why the school has made an exception for the time being." He pinched the end of his bushy mustache and twist the tip pleasantly. "And please, you can refer to me as Peter."
"Okay Professor." He walked over towards the desks and sat in the front, foremost seat. He held in his hand his journal and pen, that which he put in front of him and opened to where he wrote last.
"Now where were we?" asked Port.

"Beowolves again, how you defeated that one Beowolf from your village."
"Were we? Hmm. I thought I had said that story a while ago."
"You did actually, "Tōboe confessed, "I just like the topic of Beowolves is all."

"That is may be, you must as a Hunter be knowledgeable of all the creatures of Grim out there, one can not just simply be a specialist of only one kind of monster." Port then turned around and walked small steps to the board. "The Grim are many, and yet there are still so many out there that which we know none of. If the species of Grim were to expand, what would you do? Do nothing because you can only combat Beowolves and not those like Ursas and Death Stalkers? It may be an interest of yours, but a Hunter must be ready to combat all creatures around him. If he…" Tōboe was listening, but not intentionally paying attention. He had his own reasons for liking Beowolves. "...and would soon end up working as a janitor."
"What?"

"How another Huntress had lost against a pack of Nevermores and now she would work as a janitor."
"Oh." He didn't catch all that from earlier, he was writing down notes from the board behind Port.

Meanwhile in the halls, the rest of Team MDNT was gathering to conversate about their school work.
"So, how much work we have?" asked Daniel.
"I don't think it's that much, just read 8 chapters about weapons and Dust," replied Naito.

"How can that not be 'that much?' Each one of those chapters are 20 pages long?"

"I read fast." replied Naito calmly. Daniel looked at him, tilting his head. He grinned.

Mary was off to the side of that conversation, listening in, but also in deep thought. It had occurred to her again, that still, after the ceremony and the month they've spent in the dorms, their fourth member has yet to appear. "Hey guys," the two turned around, "Have you noticed yet, that we're still missing one?"
Daniel looked away. Naito looked at her. "We know. We've known since we came together. I thought it was odd too."
"So I'm not the only one."

"No, and yet he is still here." Naito looked past Mary, as if in a trance. "Have you ever noticed, after we moved in to our room, there were four beds unattended. We fixed three and left one aside, then the next day, the bed was made, but nobody entered the room?"

"There were things left behind too," added Daniel. "Some clothes that didn't belong to Naito and I were folded on that same bed. I found it peculiar myself, but I thought maybe I was imagining things at first, but over the next few nights, more and more things came into place and our missing member seems to be among us in secret, so I believe."
"But the question is why is he doing this?" Mary pondered this question in her head, "Why?"

Naito looked to them both, "Could it be possible, that he doesn't like having his face shown? I thought it was strange the day we were sent to retrieve the pieces that there were only three Black Pawns pieces there."

Daniel laughed a second later, "I must say that sounds absurd. Who would come to an academy of Hunters only to be one who wouldn't want to be shown? I highly doubt that is the reason."
"What if he is a Faunus?" Daniel and Naito turned to Mary. Her trial of thought striking on this possible situation. "I know only a little about them, but is it possible that he feels we would discriminate him?" Naito made a face upon hearing the word Faunus.
"Faunus...I didn't want to deal with them again…" Mary come closer to Naito, her hand resting on his shoulder. He looked at her know what she wanted to hear. "I don't want to talk about it."

Daniel yanked around his collar as he felt the situation heightened. "Uh….yes. Mary, it could be possible, but. " He coughed. "But should we really want to rely on a person who doesn't show himself? We don't even know how he looks, if he even looks like anything. If he's a Faunus, I'll do my best to tolerate him for all he is. If he's human, he must have some absolute reason for concealing his identity." He put his hands in his pocket, one feeling around for something to grab onto.
Naito looked at him. Daniel flinched when he saw his expression. It was a sign of hatred towards them, the Faunus. He pushed Mary's hand off his shoulder and started to walk away. Daniel moved closer to Mary, both of which were watching him leave them. They both looked at each for a moment, wondering why was he bothered so greatly at the thought that their fourth member was possibly a Faunus. Daniel straightened his neck tie and brushed off his hair, he started walking in the opposite direction as Naito. Mary was there standing alone.

"...their bodies can't handle that much endurance when you're at your best, but otherwise you can expect yourself to become the hunted." Port raised his right wrist and looked down at it. "I am afraid that is all the time we have for today Tōboe. I'm glad you've attended today's class, unlike some people." Port chuckled to himself. Tōboe closed his notebook and stood up. He began to walk out to the hall, Port looked at him strangely. "Uh, Tōboe, you came in through that door," pointing to the door at the backside of the hall.

"Thank you Professor, but it is late now, there shouldn't be anyone out in the halls is there?"
"No, I don't suppose." He grinned behind that 'stache of his, thinking Maybe this is a first step for him. Before Tōboe left, he reached behind his back, pulling over his hoodie, shadowing his face and hiding behind his back something else. He opened the door and walked out.

He walked slowly the empty halls, there being no other person in his sight. It wasn't long before he heard voices approaching in front of him. They were feminine voices. He stopped walking and slowly stepped back. The voices were becoming louder. He felt a pounding in his heart, not because they were female, but because they sounded purely human. There was a chill through his spine. Eventually they came to sight. They were four girls, all wearing the school uniform, one being separate from the group. The three girls who were together were easily distinguishable. The one on the furthest one from him had long blonde hair, somewhat messy and curled on some tips. The middle one had short, black-reddish hair. The one closest to him had white hair with one long ponytail coming from the right side of her head. Behind them was the lone girl, long black hair with a bow tied on her hair. He recognized them from the ceremony as well, they were Team RWBY. He stood by the wall, watching them walk by in front of him across the intersection of the hall. Tōboe flinched just then when he witnessed something unusual about the black-haired girl: her bow twitched.
He then was in deep thought about this, did he see what he saw, or was he imagining this. He only thought there were a select few Faunus in this school. He can only recall seeing one rabbit girl running away from the cafeteria. He wasn't there in the place, but in the halls. He heard her crying throughout the way. He wanted to help, but didn't. He still thought himself too different to even confront one of his own, but now there was another!

If she is a Faunus, then she is keeping it a secret too, if….she's keeping it a secret. They then walked out of sight, leaving Tōboe alone with his thoughts.
He didn't know where to go now that he'd seen another one. As far as he knows, there are only 5 Faunus attending this school, other than himself. Adding that one, it makes 6. He sighed still knowing that the other Faunus are open with their identities, and so far, this one who may be one is keeping it hidden.

He walked through the halls of the dorms now alone. It was late at night now, nearing the eleventh hour. He stood in front of his dorm looking down at the gap between the door and the floor. The list was still lit, behind it he heard voices talking.

"You think this is the answer?"

"No, it has to be about the second subject, third section. That's not the assignment."

"I don't know...I want to go to bed." The lights flickered off and there was silence. Tōboe just stood there. It was dark enough so no one can see him clearly, if they could even see him at all. All he felt was guilt, but it was countered with his fear. He knew he was different from his team, but even within his own kind. He could remember even faunus from his early life, at first questioning his appearance. He had friends, but all of them had joined the White Fang when they grew older. He was the youngest of his group, but he had different plans than the others. He didn't care about equality of the faunus and the Humans for he felt even with acceptance, he would still be singled out. He wanted to make a difference another way. He wanted to protect the people who he felt singled him out. It wasn't for the purpose of being well received by those who saw him as an outcast, it wasn't that simplistic. Internally, it was an obligation to fulfill a purpose of being to the cast an outsider, that which can satisfy his desires and needs for his life and personality.

He didn't stay any longer than a few minutes, he left to wander the halls again...