Chapter 1

So, this is my first ever FF for anything. This was literally stemmed from an idea I had in my head while listening to a song (don't ask what song, I won't tell), and I literally just started there. I know there will be some things that I fucked up on, and I can't really help that; I've always been a subpar writer. Also, the story begins during the events of the Yellow trailer, if anyone is confused. Anyways, I know some people hate lengthy stuff like this, so here the story begins.

The two guards sat in perfect silence, having worn out all their small talk and stories for having been posted on duty for so long. They were completely devoted to their task, being told directly by their superior to not let anyone into the establishment under any circumstances. They had done a good job, except for two blunders: one being the blonde terror that had threatened to castrate them unless they let her in, and the other going unnoticed as he slipped in without them noticing the creaking sound of the door. Needless to say, this person was very good at going unnoticed.

The person in question was currently sitting at a table, watching the events unfold. Man walks up, talks to the other man, the blonde walks up, they talk for a bit, and then the blonde begins an all-out fight with the near twenty men standing around her. No one noticed the man, not even the brawler tearing her way through the waves of henchmen. It was almost as if he was invisible, but the man knew otherwise. The man didn't move a muscle, simply deciding it would be best if he waited until the blonde had finished the fight. The man was impressed at her ballsy attitude, but had no time to acknowledge it as his moment came.

The blonde had just finished up the fight, and walked off with a girl in a red cloak, when the man made his move. He walked outside to the man who went by the name of Junior, and just looked him in the face. Junior just looked up, and asked what he wanted. In an instant, the man pulled off his hood to reveal a teenager's face, much more an adolescent than a man. In the next moment, he pulled out a pocket knife and slit the man's throat. He just stood there for a moment, until a man in a dark green suit walked up behind him.

"Wonderful job you did there…" he said, before the adolescent turned around on his heel and performed a series of maneuvers that only a skilled assassin could perform, instantly having the pocket knife at the man's throat. This, of course, did not faze the green-suited man in the slightest. He had many death sentences on his head, mainly placed by assassins, and he had grown used to the occasional pulling of the knife.

"State your business," the teenager said.

The man just took a sip from the mug he had somehow managed to keep hidden from the assassin until just now, and said, "I mean you no harm, nor do I have any affiliation with the law concerning your arrest. I simply wish to speak with you about something that might be able to remove your criminal background."

Now this was something the teen was interested in. He backed away from the man hesitantly, still not trusting him fully, but he pocketed the pocket knife, crossed him arms, and said, "Talk to me."

"My name is Professor Ozpin, headmaster at Beacon Academy, and I couldn't stay away after the deception you managed to pull off tonight against everyone at that bar."

"You saw me?" Now it was the teen's turn to fear for his life, because that was his main means of escape if something went awry, and it showed in his voice.

"I have certain assets that allow me to notice such things, and there is no need to worry. The thing I was talking about before was attendance to Beacon. I believe that your… abilities, will be quite useful in your stay at Beacon, if you so wish to accept my offer," Ozpin said calmly.

The teen thought about it for a good long while, and finally he said, "I suppose I can come, but on one condition."

"And what would that be?"

"That no one knows of my background. While I am an assassin, I still do care for others' safety, and my background may be detrimental to their safety for them to know about it. You see, I have numerous counter-assassins after me, and to know my past is to place a death sentence on their heads. The only reason you have gotten away with it, is because your name is feared in the underground network. Don't ask why, it's just an assassin thing."

"Very well, and may I ask your name?"

The teen was hesitant, but finally said, "Trent Flash."

"Well Trent, welcome to Beacon. The first required session will be in two weeks' time, so be sure to have whatever you need packed by then and be ready for class."

"Very well. I'm actually looking forward to it." And with that, the teen turned on his heel and vanished into thin air, but then remembering that Ozpin could still see him, supposedly, he reappeared. He grumbled under his breath, "So much for a dramatic exit…"

/A Few Hours Later/

He walked into his place of residence for that night, which changed just about every week. He had everything that he truly needed; he had one change of normal clothes, just to appear as a civilian if the case needed it; his trusty creation, which he intended to use later; and a locket that contained a picture of his mother. He picked this up and just looked at it for a long time. One day, mother, he thought, I'll avenge your death. One day. He put the locket down, and began to think back to what Ozpin had said a few hours ago.

'I simply wish to speak to you about something that may clear your criminal background,' he had said. Could he really be telling the truth about that? Could Ozpin really be able to clear his criminal background? Oh if only, he thought silently. That would make the search for the rest of my family so much easier. At least at Beacon, I might be able to get a lead as to where my father is. I'm sure if I toss the name around, someone will have to know who I'm talking about. Right?

He silently cursed himself. He was supposed to be a cold, heartless assassin that only cared about the money. But, he always held a soft spot for the ones he cared the most. I guess I really am going soft. The all-mighty assassin has a soft spot after all. He slowly righted himself, and made sure that his emotions were in check. After all, he couldn't let anyone know about his emotions, much less his past. To know his past was to die the next day in his eyes. He would know too; the first girlfriend that he truly had confessed his past to before he went on the run had died the week after. Needless to say, this happened to everyone he ever confessed to.

He began to grow tired, and began to get ready for bed. He truly did want to get to Beacon, because he could have a new start there. He could finally feel at least some degree of safety whenever he got in to Beacon's grounds, because it wouldn't be just him anymore. From what he had heard of Beacon, every first year was put into a team that would last his entire stay there. The next two weeks are going to be very, very long, he thought to himself as he slowly drifted to sleep.

/Two weeks later/

To say Trent wasn't being annoyed on his trip was an understatement.

He had been approached by six people asking questions like what he did over the summer, what his name was, questions that he wouldn't intentionally answer until he started to trust other people. While he did care for them, he knew that his warrant for arrest could not have gone unnoticed by at least a select few. He had finally given up on telling people to go away after the last attempt by the blonde that he had saw at the bar. So she's going here. That figures. He remembered her fighting skill, and just decided to leave her and her temper alone. He could tell that she had a temper somehow, though he didn't ponder why he knew.

He just vanished after a while, seeking solitary, when he finally turned his head and noticed a girl with a bow atop her head. Looking straight at where his face would be if he were visible. He looked into her eyes and noticed something off about them. Dilated pupils. Like a cat. He came to the realization that this girl was a cat Faunus. He decided that he would be talking to this girl later, but decided for now to just walk off so that no one could see him, Faunus or not.

The airship finally landed about an hour after his confrontation with the Faunus girl, and he just walked off of it, still cloaked for the reason that he didn't want to be noticed. It drained his energy, but he didn't care.

He had begun walking towards the courtyard {A/N} when he heard an explosion behind him. He saw two familiar faces: One being the red-cloaked girl that had run off with the blonde after the bar fight, and the other being Weiss Schnee. Oh just wonderful. An heiress. He internally sighed as he realized that it was going be difficult to resist trying to kill her. He had seen the numerous bounties on her head from people who wanted her dead. And they were pretty high bounties at that.

And on top of that, he saw the Faunus girl nearby join the argument that was occurring between the heiress and the cloaked girl. She told off the heiress about her company, and the heiress pitched a fit and just stormed off. He had to admire her cool nature, but he still couldn't trust her. Even after she just told off the girl that he wanted dead, relatively speaking. The girl just walked off, leaving the cloaked girl there alone. He decided to walk off then, completely understanding what it was like to be alone.

He just continued to walk to the school, and just arrived as Ozpin began his speech. Trent wasn't really interested in his speech, it was all philosophical and moral crap, but what Ozpin said last caught his attention.

"Knowledge will only take you so far. It is up to you, to take the first step."

Trent thought about that for a moment, and realized that it wasn't philosophical anymore; it was one hundred percent true. He knew that the smartest of minds may go unnoticed if they never spoke up. He would know that too; he had also killed geniuses that no one had ever heard about for bounties. Nobody had ever said he was limited to just looking at the big name bounties.

He walked to where the rest of his peers would be sleeping, and then tried to find the least populated corner of the room, and he just cloaked there, trying to be alone. He would have no such luck however, as the Faunus girl from earlier began walking his way. He was hoping that it was just a figment of his imagination from earlier, on the bullhead. His hopes were shattered, though, as the Faunus girl just sat down in front of him and said, "Hello." An audible sigh could be heard from him as he reappeared.

"What do you want?" The annoyance in his voice was clearly discernible, and she noticed it, so she said, "Did I disturb you? If I really am that much of a disturbance, then I will leave you be." She began to gaze at him, as if she was trying to pry out an answer.

He noticed this, and began to stare back, and said, "The stare will not work on me, Faunus. I have become immune to it due to my experiences for the past half of my life." The girl was visibly in shock, and asked "How did you know?"

"It was quite simple really. I noticed your eyes while you were gazing at me on the airship, and noticed they were dilated like a cat's. After that, I drew conclusions."

She just sat there in silence for a moment, and finally said, "My name is Blake Belladonna. Can I trust you to keep my heritage a secret?"

This was what he was afraid of. He wanted to help other people, but he thought; why should I trust this girl outright? But then he realized that girl had kept her privacy; she hadn't asked anything of his past, his name, nothing. She was only giving a greeting, and he respected that she had respected his privacy. After a long while, he finally said, "Trent Flash, and you can trust me."

She let out a relieved sigh, and left him with a gaze that said thank you, and sat down on a wall somewhere some distance away. He began to prepare for sleep, and finally turned off his light, after making sure that his personal belongings were secure in his provided sleeping bag on the floor. He did not have any problems with sleeping with his personal belongings. After all, they were his.

He closed his eyes, and tried to go to sleep, but before he could, he heard a ruckus some 15 yards away. He cracked open one eye, and saw that the girl that wore the red cloak (obviously she took it off by now) was supposedly play fighting with the blonde from earlier. Then he heard the heiress start to complain, and he just closed his eyes and allowed his conscience to enter its own asylum.

After all, who said he was limited to just dreams?

So, the A/N was because I didn't know the specific name of the area that Ozpin was standing on. Anyways, please leave me some feedback by telling me what I fucked up on and what was actually decent. Questions may have to wait a while longer because I've always been a bit reclusive about answering those types of questions.