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Chapter 1: Meetings and Greetings
'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all,' Jo thought to himself. He was walking around what he assumed was an airship headed toward Beacon Academy. Instead of waiting patiently in the spot that he designated for himself, he had taken to wandering around the internal workings of the aerial transport. He had already gotten bored staring at the endless abyss of blue, and further sightseeing of the endless blue would put him to sleep. Hence the reason for his wandering.
He probably shouldn't have let that Ozpin guy strong-arm him into this situation. 'I mean, what kind of guy of my reputation would be caught going to a school?' Then again, that grumpy witch wannabe was staring daggers at him. That, combined with how she was tightly gripping the crop in her hand, made a heavy argument against him. He was probably better off not trying to pick a fight at the time.
He decided to put aside his thoughts until later, continuing his little tour. Like he had done before this predicament, he began to observe those around him, making a mental list of who was interesting and who wasn't. It wasn't a very big list at the moment.
The majority that made it on to the interesting list consisted of mainly girls. One was obviously younger than everyone else, her sister, a faunus hidden in plain sight, a seemingly wimpy blond, two chicks decked in armor, a cloaked figure, two childhood friends(?), and a quiet guy that just sat back and observed everything. It was the last one that he decided to strike a conversation with.
"Hey, how's it going? I'm Jo," he asked in a way he hoped did not seem intruding and rude.
The short white-haired boy looked at him then tilted his head, wondering why this stranger was suddenly talking to him. Focusing on the taller boy, he was shocked and a little amused to see what he was wearing.
Jo was currently wearing a dark gray kimono with ridiculously long sleeves, its bottom cut off over the knees. His shins sported a pair of black leg warmers, while his feet were adorned with socks and a unique pair of sandals. Taking notice of his face, he noted eyes of dark brown and shoulder length black hair that seemed to want to go outward, resulting in what he called side points.
As he was being observed, Jo also took to account the shorter boy's attire. On his head was some oversized beret, haphazardly worn at a tilted angle. A scarf of deep red circled his neck, ending at a sharp twisted angle that gave it a nightmarish look. Curiously enough he was wearing an orange undershirt under a green jacket with a single black stripe that ran along each sleeve. The rest of his clothing was not worth mentioning, aside from a shoulder strap that seemed to be carrying some bulky object on his back. And how his hair covered his right eye. It didn't give an emo vibe and seemed a part of his character, something that screamed 'this is me.'
Focusing back on the conversation, or lack of one once it was noticed, Jo couldn't help but grow uneasy at the silence and the piercing stare he was being given. But he decided not to back down and challenged the stare with one of his own.
"…"
"…"
It would take a few minutes, but finally Jo gave in to the itching pains, silently cursing his burnings eyes while simultaneously rubbing at the tears. If he had his eyes open still, he would have noticed the almost imperceptible twitch from his opponent's mouth as he rubbed at his own eyes.
'Well I guess he passes my test,' the smallish boy thought.
"…Trent."
Jo looked up in surprise to see the boy, now named Trent, holding his hand out to him. Grinning, Jo took the hand and both gave a firm shake. It seemed as if a beautiful friendship had been born. Or an unholy alliance of disastrous proportions. But that remains to be seen.
"Alright Trent, seems like you're my first friend here. Mind if I call you bro?" Nod. "Awesome! Now what do we do until we finally land?"
"…"
"You don't really talk much do you?" Shake. "Figured as much. Is it because you only speak if it's critical or not to waste words on fools?" Nod. "To the former or latter?" Nod. "Okay, now you're just being a smartass."
Unknown to the two boys, they had missed the announcement that had been given out to the students from the hologram Glynda Goodwitch. Not that they needed to hear what she had said. It wasn't because they were arrogant. They just knew where there priorities were at.
Seeing the blonde from earlier, a Cheshire grin appeared as Jo decided to play a prank on him. Until said blonde threw up all over the floor. Taking pity on the newly named Vomit Boy, he shifted his attention back to the other passengers to see one of the armored girls giving him a curious look. He quickly turned away, afraid that he may know the meaning behind it. He didn't need anyone questioning what a guy like him was doing headed toward Beacon.
Trent on the other hand wandered off at some point after the puking incident. He needed fresher air after all. Not that Jo minded at all. He never saw him leave at any rate.
Walking at a sedate pace, Trent took to staring at the other students, unnerving some and causing others to wave at him. Strangely enough he went and gave a return wave before going on to the next person. The only thing that had thrown him off as he was doing this were who the waves came from. All from girls.
He let out a sigh, barely there, but still a sigh. If he knew anything about some of the looks he had been given, he was sure that he had stupidly painted a target on himself. If he had stayed in a corner, he would have avoided any attention given. Trent decided to blame it on Jo and the blonde. The former for engaging him in conversation and the latter for forcing him to vacate his last location on the ship.
Deciding to stick with the initial plan, he backed himself into a heavily shadowed corner, unknowingly mirroring a cloaked figure and a girl sporting a black bow. All saw the other, but none acknowledged the other. Except Trent. He gave both a very short nod before nodding off. Polite bastard.
'Might as well get some rest before arriving,' he figured. Smart nonetheless.
Aside from the meeting and the vomit, the rest of the flight had been uneventful. As Trent began to stir, he only had a moment to register the turquoise eyes looking into his own before a short gasp came from his mouth, followed by a concussion caused by the wall that impeded his retreating form.
"Aww, he woke up," the orange-haired girl whined to herself.
"Nora, don't bother the other students. It's not enough that you had to mess with the pilots."
The girl pouted before appearing behind the owner of the new voice.
Trent couldn't help but blink in surprise. 'How did she-'
"Ren. Lie Ren," the new person said as he introduced himself.
Trent gave him his customary nod and made to walk away, until he was grabbed from behind by Ren.
"Thank you," he said to Trent. Receiving a confused look, he went on to explain himself. "Nora's been a bit more hyper than usual," he said while throwing a glance at the girl who was now spinning with a girl wearing some heavy armor. "As soon as she saw you she just sat there staring and occasionally giggling from time to time."
"!?"
Both turned again to the girl, one in amusement and one in slight embarrassment. She had now taken to swinging from the various pipes and panels attached to the ceiling, laughing without a care in the world. Both couldn't help but chuckle, albeit one was in doing it in his own mind.
"By the way, Trent-"
The amusement in both their eyes suddenly died, as the smaller of the two boys gave him a questioning glare.
"…" The unspoken question was clear: How do you know me? There was also an implied 'why.'
"Ah, um, Jo told me your name."
And just like that the cold atmosphere dissipated. The students who were suddenly struck with fear by the sudden changes continued to look for the source, while others settled back into relief at the return of the warmth.
"…Hm?
Ren stared quietly at his companion for a moment. "You don't talk much do you?" He only received a nod this time.
"Hm." Strike that. He gets a hum of recognition as well.
"Well, Jo said that he would be waiting for you when we landed. He also said that he would wander a bit before trying to find you."
The silent boy nodded again before leaving Ren by himself. Suddenly he paused as if contemplating, then turned back and waved at his new male acquaintance. Again he waved, this time toward the ceiling. Ren looked back to see a grinning Nora enthusiastically waving back, before her waving motions caused her to fall to the floor.
THUMP!
Both boys winced as her bottom hit the metal flooring of the ship. Tears began to gather in Nora's eyes before the inevitable happened. Trent backed away as Ren-
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The sudden outburst and shockwave that ensued knocked Ren into a wall, where he stayed, continuing to stare at Nora. His eyes went back to Trent, hoping to ask him for help before he noticed something. Well, the lack of something.
Trent was gone. And he wasn't there to deal with the aftermath of HIS actions. This moment was one of very few in which Ren became upset with another person. It was also one in which he decided that Trent did this on purpose.
Sighing, he picked himself back up to help out Nora. His mind, however, began to think of various ways to pay back the seemingly mute boy. Oh, there would be hell to pay. And Nora would be a part of it.
As she was being helped up, Nora suddenly quieted down. Ren was about to ask, when she suddenly shifted her eyes all around her before suddenly setting them back on Ren. A moment or two passed, Ren increasingly growing nervous and Nora continuing to stare him down. She finally voiced what was plaguing her.
"Where's the cute sleepyhead?"
Before boarding the ship, Sora let out a big sigh. She was finally leaving her home behind her. She didn't want to think that she was letting everyone down, but she couldn't help but remember the dirty looks and harsh whispers that the elders had given her as she left. She couldn't help but drop her shoulders a little lower.
Finally inside the airship, she was not surprised to see the other soon-to-be students milling around the interior, many choosing to place themselves closer to the windows. Sora couldn't help but do the same; she had always been fond of overlooking places.
Looking down below, she was glad that everyone and everything appeared smaller than they actually were. She couldn't see the town she had left. She couldn't see the very few friends that she had left behind. And she couldn't see the tears that she was shedding. Unfortunately someone else could.
"Are you crying?"
A comforting hand came to rest on her shoulder while the face of a girl came into view. "Are you alright?"
Quickly wiping at the small trails of water that came from her eyes, she responded with a quick shake of her head.
"No. I mean-yes. I'm fine."
She turned around to see another girl around her age. Noticing her green eyes and red hair, her eyes unsurprisingly began to roam around.
The girl in front of her had quite the athletic build. Her equipment seemed to consist of a lance and a shield, her armor of greaves and a bracer on one arm. Her eyes went back to her face and widened in shock.
"You're Pyrrha Nikos!"
Pyrrha could only smile and nod. Being a celebrity in Vytal, she adapted to people's reactions in record time. No matter where she went she would always be recognized. It was always hard to find people who could see her as just herself than as the somewhat famous person that she had become.
"You're on the front of cereal boxes!" Really hard to find.
Sora could only gape the girl in front of her. Pyrrha Nikos was talking to her. Pyrrha Nikos was looking at her.
Pyrrha Nikos just saw her cry.
She abruptly faced a corner, a rain cloud forming above her head while her finger traced circles in the ground. Onlookers could only stare in wonderment at this unnatural phenomenon. Even Pyrrha's mouth was slightly agape. The only person that found this quite normal was a strangely dressed boy with shoulder length black hair. That person then walked off to find more interesting people.
"Great, now she's gonna think that I'm a big crybaby," Sora mumbled to herself, unaware that Pyrrha and a hooded figure that shifted in the shadow (which was conveniently near Sora's corner) could hear every word.
"…it's alright to cry when you're happy."
Pyrrha and Sora's heads almost snapped in their haste to look at the new arrival. Not that any of them could discern anything from the cloak. I was that good at doing its job.
The only thing that the girls were able to see was the bottom half of the apparition's face, the rest hidden by the darkness from the hood's shadow. Radiating indifference, if the identified mouth was anything to go by, the unknown third-party left as suddenly as it had appeared. Both couldn't help but try to find the cloaked character. The only evidence that could be seen was the fabric of the cloak that immediately disappeared from view.
They stared for some time at the corner from which the intruder had once occupied. Finally Sora snapped out of it, talking to herself once more as she took a up a contemplative pose.
"How did that person know that I was happy?"
"You were happy?
Startled, Sora jumped at the voice of THE Pyrrha Nikos. If they were going to be together in a school for a couple of years, she really had to get it together.
After taking a couple of deep breaths she turned back to Pyrrha, who was now wearing a nervous smile. Sora smiled back before starting her narrative.
"Yeah, I am happy. I mean, I was before I left but…"
Flashback
I lived in a small village that was quite a ways from where we departed. It was not as popular as other places and not as well-known, but it was home to me.
When I was a little girl, I has always lived such a carefree lifestyle. I was always outside with the few children that also lived in my small village. With the lack of adult supervision, we became notorious as troublemakers and nuisances, the local entertainment for everyone. And everyone was happy. Or so I had thought.
One of the younger boys had chanced on some bandits during one of our hide-and-seek sessions. His curiosity got the best of him, and he went out to strike a conversation with them.
No one knew what was said between the two parties, but what followed would lead everyone to believe that it was something that could have possibly killed us all.
It was not a day later when someone had their store of food emptied. No one took it seriously, as people always lost food to animals, especially with the approaching winter.
Only I and one elder were concerned. Together we noticed the one detail that everyone else had overlooked: the storeroom was clean. If it were the work of a non-humanoid, the place would have been ruined. No, the place was left emptied with no sign of a forced break-in.
And with that small clue, the elder swiftly called a meeting with the rests of the adults in town. You could call them oblivious to detail, but you couldn't call them stupid. Everyone present knew the consequences if they were up against any type of human threat. The village was too small to stand up to any number of enemies. There was so much to lose, and almost nothing to gain. It was with that mindset that they did the only thing that came to mind: they hired a Hunter.
Though a Hunter by title, the man that showed was unimpressive to say the least. All he would do for the next two weeks was work around the village. And boy did he work. If one was unfamiliar with the settlement, they would have sworn that that Hunter was one of us. Until they took a closer look at him.
His head was shaven, and his clothes were similar to those who were constantly traveling. The only thing that stuck out from his appearance were the sword and shield hanging from his waist.
And it was at the end of the second week that they would be put to the test.
As the sun was finally beginning to set, a light appeared outside the village. Then two. Then ten.
Everyone realized what was happening, and everyone was ushered inside. By a strange twist of fate I had ended up in the current lodgings of the hired Hunter.
Looking outside, I was shocked to see that the Hunter was already surrounded by 15 men. I wanted to scream to him, to tell him to run away. The only thing that stopped me was that he had already begun to move.
As the first wave consisting of five men charged him at varying angles, the Hunter had dashed forward, shield at the ready and sword in hand. What came next was a shock to all that saw it.
Two men hurtled toward the ground as they bounced off the Hunter's shield, casualties of the suicide charge. The others could only gape, dumbstruck at the recklessness of this tactic. Until a sword was swung in a wide arc, knocking away the blades of four more bandits. The ensuing cries of those bandits allowed the Hunter to swing his shield, catching three more unawares and unconscious.
Nine men were out of the fight. Five by knockout and four by disarming (curiously those that were disarmed were causing a loud racket, complaining of the jarring force from the sword's contact). But it didn't mean that the fight was over.
The six remaining rogues that were farther from the fight grinned, as each one took out a different sidearm and pointed it at the Hunter. The grins seeped away as they saw their 'practice target' mirror a grin on his own face. Taking this as arrogance from his little victory, each one shot at him. And then they immediately stopped. No point in wasting bullets I guess.
What was supposed to be a bullet-riddled corpse turned into a nightmare for the last of the bandits. The Hunter was alright, no scratches on him or anything! The only thing that I caught was a very faint light surrounding him.
He looked bored as he placed his sword and shield together. The shield wrapped around the blade of the sword, as a chain released from the hilt of the sword. The remaining bandits all had the same thought as the odd flail knocked them out in a single swing: 'What the hell!?'
Everything after that was a blur. People ran out to apprehend the downed criminals, families separated during this were reunited in loud cries, and the elders went up to the Hunter to congratulate him.
End Flashback
"So, I guess that the Hunter became a role model for me," Sora finished, scratching at her cheek in embarrassment.
Pyrrha could only stare at the girl in front of her before several questions assaulted her mind and came out her mouth.
"How did you know the boy spoke with the bandits?"
"Because I was there."
Pyrrha frowned. "What happened to the boy after the attack?"
"He disappeared."
And the final question. "Who was that boy to you?"
Sora's body froze for a moment. Turning her head toward the window, looking out to the school they had finally arrived at, before continuing in a heavy voice,
"He was…my best friend."
Both females chose to remain silent for the next few moments. One to take in all that she had heard, the other to forget the ghosts of her past.
"Sorry for dumping all this on you," Sora shyly said. She had been so caught up in her storytelling that she had forgotten exactly who she was speaking to.
"It's alright. It was very engaging. Besides, it's nice to learn new things about your friends."
Sora stopped. Eyes widened then turned to the red-headed girl who was now smiling cheerfully with closed eyes.
"You consider me your friend?" she asked in a hopeful voice.
"Well, sure!" Pyrrha beamed. "No one bares their heart to any random stranger now, do they?
"Ahahahahah…" Sora weakly laughed. She really hoped that she hadn't been doing that. As far as she knew, this was the first time that she had.
"Well, we're at Beacon now. It would be best if we were to leave now."
Sora looked around to find the once bustling corridor empty of all inhabitants aside from her and Pyrrha.
"What the!? When did everyone leave!? Hurry up, we have to go before the ship decides to leave with us in it!"
Taking Pyrrha's hand, both couldn't help but smile, excitingly anticipating their arrival into Beacon.
Weiss Schnee was in a very horrible mood today. The reason? Her father.
Like every day that had passed since her birth, Weiss decided to sleep in. Until a very irate father, yelling and swearing, came by the room's connecting hallway. It was safe to say that she was too irritated by the man's cursing and volume to fall asleep.
It was revealed at breakfast (which consisted strangely of Pumpkin Pete's Cereal) that her father explained to her the recent robbery that had occurred at one of the company storehouses.
"I mean, it's not enough that the White Fang had to mess with that train, now some unknown thief has the audacity, nay, the balls to swipe dust from right under our noses!?"
And from there the tirade continued. Apparently the thief was supposed to be apprehended in another warehouse, albeit abandoned, just a couple buildings over. Unfortunately for him (Mr. Schnee, not the thief), the 'incompetent law enforcement' were too slow, resulting in the escape of the thief.
"But what about the lien I heard that was left behind?"
Yes, curiously enough, lien that was equal to the amount of dust stolen, plus the one-day express delivery fee, was found in the emptied dust cases. Along with the money came a note.
Hello! Just wanted to make n early pickup! Pleasure doing business with you! –The Thief of Morals ;D
"It's not about the money!" the elder Schnee said furiously. "It's about-"
"The message it sends?"
"Exactly! As expected of my daughter!"
Weiss couldn't help but puff up her chest in pride. It was not often that her father praised her. Strangely enough, it only seemed to happen when he was about to finish a thought.
"When people find out that, and they will, their trust in us will go down the drain. We'll lose money in stocks, and our backers-well, let's just say they won't be backing us anytime soon."
He paused, then looked at his daughter with a scrutinizing gaze. "What do you think I should do now?"
The question, though sudden, did not get pass Weiss. Neither did its hidden meaning: What would YOU do?
Weiss thought for only a moment before she voiced her answer.
"Damage control," she said with a grimace. If the news was going to get out anyway, might as well limit the severity of the case and downplay any loss taken. It also helped to restrict any information that would go out to the public.
Mr. Schnee couldn't help but smile. "That's my girl!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands like a little child. However, he couldn't help but let out a sigh as his attention turned back toward his daughter.
"Honestly, I can't begin to understand why you would want to become a Huntress. God knows that you'd be better at the business than me." At this his eyes twinkled. "Then again, you are still considered the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company," he said with a smirk.
Breakfast finished, Weiss left the table, a tick of frustration on her head. All her belongings were already in the car, so all she had to do was get in.
"Wait! Come back! You still didn't kiss daddy goodbye!"
Let it not be said that Mr. Schnee didn't love her daughter.
Weiss mulled over the files of the break-in. She had another twenty minutes before she arrived at Beacon, so she decided to spend the time researching this so-called 'Thief of Morals.' She was really doing her homework, if the papers strewn everywhere were anything to go by.
The guy had apparently been robbing people blind for the past three years. Anything before that was blank. Almost as if the guy just appeared out of nowhere.
There was not much to go by except for a blurry picture from a camera that was in operation during the robbery. The still image showed a dark-haired male that was running past the camera. What caught Weiss off guard was the clothing he had on.
The man was dressed in a sky blue kimono, sporting white leg warmers and sandals of a sort. People must have been blind if they couldn't recognize an idiot like this walking away from the scene of a crime.
Weiss came to a conclusion. This guy was clearly stupid. Taking that into account, it wouldn't be too long till he struck again. And if he tried to steal from the Schnee Dust Company, she would be there to personally beat his nose into the concrete.
On the airship, Jo let out a sneeze.
Author's Notes:
Hi guys, hoped you enjoyed this chapter of whatever I happened to name this. Gotta say, my respect for the fanfic authors skyrocketed while writing this. If not mentioned earlier, this IS a first time fanfic. My first, anyways. Don't know when I'll update; might be sporadically, but hopefully every 2-3 weeks.
I'm gonna apologize for the jumpy story. This is gonna create a lotta plot holes and what not, but just roll with it. Sadly the story will focus mainly on the two OC males, with hinted harem. You know someone's writing first time when they try to write harem right off the bat. Oh, and as for the males: no yaoi. Only implied, meaning it doesn't exist but everyone else is free to think otherwise.
On a side note, saw that the name that I am planning to use for the team is already being used by another fanfic author. Props to you xxxAristotlexxx. Check out his story The Black Knight. I haven't yet, but will get to it eventually.
Other stories are in the works, including crack, SI, X-overs, and more. So expect slow updates as I try to research all the necessary info on everything.
In conclusion R and R. Oh, and give out the criticism. My English is such garbage right now, so any advice and suggestions are much appreciated. On that note: Enjoy your day! (Or night. That's when I usually read anyways.)