This is my first time doing a fanfiction like this, so tell me if it's good, bad, the worst thing you've ever read, or sen-sational. I'll try to get these chapters within a normal length, but they might be a tad short, especially this first one. Enjoy!

Beacon academy, one of Remnant's greatest schools for students of all races, genders, and walks of life to learn how to protect the people of the world from the creatures of Grimm, dark beings attracted to black emotions and shadowy thoughts. The only thing that could stop them, was a boy named Grey. Grey always wore a raincloud-color shirt, and a deep blue jacket with grey stripes. His hair was a mess of a silver bowl cut, but he pulled it off. Other than the irony of his name, Grey had a lot of things going for him. He was good with a gun, he was a badass (he thought at least), he had gotten into the afore mentioned Beacon academy, and he had an angel sized pair of wings sticking out from his back, which were painfully obvious as the people around him stared for a good five minutes before they remembered they had a school to get into. He kept walking towards the great doors open in front of him, he'd gotten use to the shocked people around him, human and faunus alike. He kept moving, wanting to blend into a crowd as fast as he could, only steps closer to the warm light and buzz of people inside the doors.

"Hi there stranger, what's your name?" a girl in a white tank top with a black moon imprinted on it burst in front of him, blocking his path. Great, someone finally got the courage to speak to him.

"Yes those are wings, yes I'm a faunus, I'm I'm not a human pigeon ha ha real funny. Now may I move along?" he groaned out, already done with her.

She disregarded his question. "That's cool, but what's your name?" He was about to reply with his usual practiced response, but stopped. She hadn't asked about the wings.

"I'm uh, Grey de Ville, what's your name?" He stuttered out as they started to walk into the school.

"I, am Veronica Anwar, pleased to meet you," she held out her hand and they shook. "So why are you coming here to Beacon?"

He was still a little phased by the fact that she hadn't asked about his wings. They walked through the dully colored halls, looking for signs to the auditorium. Looking around, he saw a bright blue arrow and they started to pick up the pace, not sure if they had missed the welcome speech. He turned to her as they started to see people congregating around the area. "I come from a little town outside Atlas, where a lot of big government officials get their less than legal work done, so I learned about the good and bad of humans from a young age. I've always been good in a fight, always had a good sense in right and wrong, so I figured I could do some good in the world."

They stood outside near the auditorium, seeing no one else was going inside, sitting on the low window ledges that gave a view of all of Beacon. They sat there quietly and looked out, the huge green lawns and blue ponds surrounded by brightly colored students, showing off weapons and talking, like a Jackson Pollock on a painted canvas. Veronica checked her scroll, and Grey took a second to size her up. She was around the same sight as him, maybe a couple inches shorter than his 5' 10" and her bright white tank top showed a little skin, but not enough see her belly button. There was a black moon imprinted on her shirt, like a smile without eyes. She had black leggings and white converse. Her hair bangs were jet black, and went down to her neck before they curled in and stopped. He looked at her eyes as he realized she was sizing him up as well. They didn't say anything, and didn't stop, might as well get to know each other if they're both going to Beacon, right? She had silver eyes, and he saw her as the sum of her parts, clothes, hair, eyes, soft face with a short nose that was a little flat, like it was trying to let the rest of her face have the spotlight. It was starting to get awkward. He shouldn't be looking at someone this long who he might not even talk to again, seeing how the school was so big. Maybe he could break the silence, maybe they could stop awkwardly looking at each other?

"So um, what were you looking at on your scroll?" He pulled out his own and checked the time. He had the urge to leave. She seemed like a nice person, she was kind enough not to go crazy over his wings, but it had gotten awkward at this point. If only he could get a second chance to meet her.

"Well, they said they'd provide new scrolls with new features with for school, so I thought I'd save my contacts to put on the next one. You should do it, too," she acted like nothing had happened, she was just happy and very calm about it. Grey twitched his wings, there was something he didn't know about this girl, and he was going to find out. No one acts so nonchalantly after the honestly weird events that just happened. She waved her hand in front of his face to get his attention.

"You really do space out a lot, don't you? Here let me help you save your contacts," she gestured for him to give her the scroll.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that," he was feeling oddly self-conscious. He handed her the device an-

BOOM

"Shit get down!" He tried to shield his wings around the both of them. Veronica looked up out of the feather fallout shelter and started laughing. Grey let go of his wings.

"Calm down man, some idiot in the courtyard just blew a crater in the ground," she giggled as Grey looked out the window and saw a girl in red, absolutely scorched. He started giggling, too.

"Oh my god, look at her, oh my gosh I thought there was a fucking bomb," he started to hold his stomach as he keeled over laughing. "She's a fucking match head look at her!" Grey felt a lot less self-conscious. She might be a little weird, a little bit mysterious, but Veronica seemed like a pretty cool person to him.

"Grey, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."