A/N: And the dynamic duo strikes again! This time with the re-telling of a tale as old as time *wink, wink*. This story is a crossover between RWBY and Beauty and the Beast with a little twist. Find out to see what our story has to offer that the brothers Grimm and Disney couldn't. Read and Review!

Yang's POV

The stadium seemed to have gone silent. I couldn't hear anything over the pounding in my ears. What had just happened, that wasn't me. It couldn't have been. But I'd watched myself do it, felt the connection my hit made with Mercury's knee. I stumbled back, eyes wide and breath coming in heavy pants as everything started to come back into focus.

The crowd was in an uproar and medics swarmed around my fallen opponent. Mercury's friend Emerald had already jumped the railing and was heading his way. The crowd's booing was starting to filter through my own disbelief just as a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned to see the officials. Their eyes said it all. I was in trouble. I was the bad guy. I'd just really hurt this boy.

I caught sight of Mercury being hauled out on a stretcher, Emerald by his side, and the sight of his leg made my mouth taste like vomit.

One look toward the crowd, and I spotted Raven, whose gaze went from my opponent to me. There was...absolutely nothing in those eyes. No emotion to read, no clue into what she thought of this as she simply got up and walked away. Something blocked my throat, causing my breath to hitch as I lowered my head, feeling the shame eating me alive.

Mom and my sister, Ruby, joined me in the principal's office along with the principal from Haven and Oz's assistant principal, Ms. Goodwitch. I sat between them, head held in my hands as they came to my defense. Well, Ruby did. Mom sat beside me, hand rubbing gently on my back in unspoken support.

But I could feel Ozpin's eyes watching me. I didn't dare look up. What could I say? I'd lost my temper, lashed out in a desperate attempt to impress my biological mother who was nowhere to be found. I'd brought all of this on myself.

Lionheart insisted that I be expelled for injuring one of his students on top of my disqualification and ban from entering in any other tournament for the rest of my high school career that Ozpin had already issued. I was surprised I wasn't already.

I stood and left, speed walking down the hall as other students jumped out of my way allowing me to get to the gym faster. I could feel tears stinging my eyes and I didn't even bother to wrap my hands once I entered the gym, going straight for the punching bag.

Each hit to the bag left my knuckles stinging but I kept at it, pouring all my frustration into each punch. This was all I was good at. Dad had taught be how to fight, entered me in my first tournament. I could only imagine his disappointment if he was still around.

"I personally think expulsion would better punishment for you."

I turned to see Professor Goodwitch standing by the door.

"But Professor Ozpin has made up his mind. However, this will probably be the least of your concerns."

Green eyes peered at me from behind her spectacles, that always present unreadability clear as day. Ms. Goodwitch had always been what most of us thought of as the backbone behind Ozpin. She was more strict and wound a little too tight but a very competent teacher.

I turned my attention back to the sandbag, throwing a couple kicks at it. I wasn't in the mood for a lecture. Ozpin's leniency on this issue was probably due to the fact that my father had been a respected teacher here before he died.

"You should probably take this as a moment of growth for you, Miss Xiao Long," the older blonde continued.

"Ms. Goodwitch, I'm really not in the mood for -" I turned around again but paused when I noticed the teacher was no longer there. What the -

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I looked over to the mirror on the opposite side of the room, brow furrowing when I noticed Goodwitch's reflection. I searched the room, but she was still nowhere to be found. What in the world?

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The mirror drew my attention to it once more and I slowly made my way closer. Goodwitch was still there, looking bored as she waited for me figure this out. Hesitantly I placed my hand on the glass. Solid.

"Do I have your attention now?" One thin brow rose.

"How are you - What is this?"

"Magic. How else?"

"There's no such thing as magic."

She waved her hand dismissively. "We could argue about this all day while I'm standing before you inside a mirror but I have other matters to attend to today so let's wrap this up."

She disappeared, leaving my reflection in her place. At least, what was supposed to be my reflection. The person that greeted me was completely bald, with every visible inch of skin showing disgusting scars or burn marks. I reached for my head, feeling nothing but bumpy, marred skin. I looked down to my hands, seeing vain like scars covering the backs underneath my already stinging red knuckles.

"What the hell!"

"You have two years to find it in you to love, or spend the rest of your days looking like this." Glynda now stood beside me, but I could barely drag my eyes away from the horror that was my reflection. I even watched as my once lavender eyes turned a violent red. "As unattractive on the outside as you feel on the inside."

I blinked before turning to face the assistant principal.

"Two years, Ms. Xiao Long. Tick tock."

And just as suddenly as she'd appeared, she vanished.