I decided to take a different approach to Ren and instead make him a shy, timid person instead of the jaded individual that he is, so here you go! Enjoy!

Ten-year-old Ren watched as his father advanced on his mother, knife in hand, his mother screaming for help. Ren closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks as the pained screams of his mother's death resounded around the small cabin.

"Mom!" Ren screamed, opening his eyes to see his mother lying in a pool of blood, his father standing over her.

"Get up, filth." His father spat, Ren doing as he was told and standing up shakily. He grabbed his son's wrist, dragging him out of the small woodland cabin, and to their car. "Get in the trunk." Ren slowly climbed into the small trunk, curling into a fetal position as he pulled the hood closed behind him. They had left their town, and moved into the remote cabin in the woods, which was completely off the radar, just a few months ago. Ren left behind his childhood friend, Nora Valkyrie, and his beloved house in which he'd spent so much time in. His father was driving along a rather bumpy road at the moment, Ren grunting as he was tossed around. Ren felt hot tears running down his cheeks. His mother was all but gone now, and he was alone. His father had killed her, not because he didn't love her, but for her blood. The blood of an age old lineage known as the Hasunohana. He cried. Having bright magenta eyes was a sin in this world, for unknown reasons. Bloodlines were considered tainted if even the slightest drop of Hasunohana blood ran through their veins.

In Ren's case, it was more than just a drop. Hasu blood was dominant in his system. He wasn't even remotely human. He looked nothing like his father, who had bright blond hair, and blue eyes the color of the sky. His mother had only married the man they had no place to go. Ever since the humans discovered the Island of the Lost a hundred years ago, they had loathed the Hasunohana for their special abilities, and all but a few were left in the world thanks to the humans. They thought the Hasu were evil, devils spawn, and took special care to dispose of them. The Hasu were known for their power, having complete control over the elements, they were one of two new races that were discovered on the Isle of the Lost. The other was the Faunus, who were much more accepted for some odd reason. Their animalistic traits actually made them quite popular with humans, and were integrated into society as if they were normal people. All Ren wished was that he was normal…

"GET UP, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Ren slowly opened his eyes, peering upwards at his father, who was clearly drunk. "You're going to be late for your first day at Beacon Academy." He scoffed. "I can't believe the district is making me send you to school, at least you passed the entrance exam so I don't have to pay…" Ren flung the covers off, looking at the time. Six in the morning. He had plenty of time… lasses started at nine and he had to be there by eight. He might as well get ready since he was up. The fifteen-year-old went to the bathroom across the hall, looking at himself. Bruises lined his collar bone and chest, along with his neck, the dark marks sticking out like a sore thumb against his pale skin. He hadn't filled out much like other boys his age did. He was thin. Way to thin. You could see the faint outline of his ribcage. And his eyes. What was he going to do about his eyes?

"Here." His father threw a pair of glasses at his. They were red framed with thin lenses. "They distort the colors, make your eyes look blue. They were your mothers." He slipped the glasses on, amazed at the change of color in his eyes, which were now the same color as his fathers. He slipped on a baggy forest green tee-shirt to hide his slimness, and wrapped a gray scarf around his neck to hide his bruises. He slung his black messenger bag over his shoulder and quickly exited the home, grabbing an apple on the way out. He sighed, biting into the apple. By the time he'd gotten out of the house, it was seven forty, and it was a fie minute walk to school.

"Come on Phyrra!" Yelled a voice from behind. Ren turned. A lanky blonde boy was walking beside a red headed girl, who was laughing.

"I can't, Jaune." The girl called Phyrra laughed.

"Please!" Jaune pleaded. Ren threw his apple core into the trash can, one of many that lined the neighborhood's streets. He continued on walking, adjusting his glasses to make sure they didn't fall off as he tried to ignore them and continue walking. That didn't work so well.

"Hey!" The blonde came up to Ren, walking front of him. "You going to Beacon Academy?" Ren nodded.

"Oh, so you'll be at our school." Phyrra smiled. She held out her hand and introduced herself, along with Jaune.

"I-I'm Ren." Ren said quietly, keeping is gaze firmly fixed on the floor. Jaune slung his shoulder over the boy, watching him flinch away.

"Come on, Ren." Jaune laughed as they began walking. "So, what classes do you have?" Ren fumbled with his bag before pulling out his class schedule and handing it to Jaune, who looked it over with his one free hand. Phyrra looking over his shoulder to look on.

"We all have math and music together." Phyrra smiled happily.

"Shit!" Jaune yelped, grabbing Ren's wrist and pulling him forwards. "It's seven fifty-two!"

Math was crazy. It consisted of ten people, all of them from homeroom. The school was rather small, seeing as the entrance exam was extremely difficult and only a few made it through. Jayne and Phyrra were there, along with four girls, dressed in either red, white, black, or yellow. There was also a group of four boys Jaune told Ren were all named after birds for some odd reason, and to steer clear of them to avoid trouble. Ren watched Professor Oobleck flash by the board, obviously on a caffeine high, furiously writing things down on the board. He just so happened to also be the history teacher.

"You!" He flashed in front of Ren, the startled boy flinched back. "What do I get when I answer the problem on the board?" Ren looked at the board, doing the calculations in his head in a split second.

"Nine thousand eighty-five and two hundredths." Ren said quietly.

"Correct." Oobleck yelped, rushing back to the board to explain more problems. Ren sighed, burying his head in his scarf. Today was going to be a long day.

Ren sighed, looking down at the piano. The class of fourteen students, the same people he'd had from math plus a group of seniors who called themselves "Team Coffee.", looked on at him.

"So, Mr… Lie…" Professor Peach said. "You play the piano, correct?"

"Yes ma'am." Ren said softly, raising his hands above the keys. He adjusted his glasses once before starting. Professor Peach gasped, as did the rest of his classmates as he began Liebesleid, Love's Sorrow. Painful memories came flooding back. His mother used to play the piano for him, and taught him how to play. He remembered the tall, graceful woman, looking down at him with blue eyes which were cause by the glasses. He remembered sitting on her lap, resting his hands on hers and she drummed her fingers across the keys, Ren eventually learning to imitate. He remembered hearing this song every night before he went to bed. He remembered watching his mother die, right in front of him. Tears involuntarily began streaming down his cheeks, Ren closing his eyes as he played the song from memory, feeling the keys and hearing every soft thump the keys made when he pressed them, hearing the way each note rang out, the breathing of the onlookers. He finished. His hands fell to his sides, limp as he looked down at the floor. Professor Peach was in hysterics.

"WONDERFUL!" She cried. "You have a real talent, my boy!" She smiled. No one seemed to notice the tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, so Ren quickly wiped them away on his scarf. No one knew what he was. No one else seemed to be able to get up to Ren's skill level in piano, though a girl dressed in all white had the voice of an angel, and Jaune seemed proficient with the guitar. Ren avoided Jaune and Phyrra, or at least tried to. He ducked away from them, but, honestly, he was just trying to avoid people in general. Things were going just fine, until he ran into Cardin Winchester and his friends.

"Hey, you new here?" The ginger asked. It seemed like a perfectly normal question, so Ren simply nodded.

"So, you got any money?" Asked the boy with blue hair.

"U-um… No. Sorry." Ren responded softly.

"Then how are you going to buy lunch?" Asked the boy with a green Mohawk.

"I-I wasn't going to buy lunch-"

"Come on." Cardin smirked. "You've gotta have something."

"N-no…" Ren whimpered. "I-I'm sorry. C-Can I go-"

"You're not going anywhere." Cardin frowned, grabbing the boy's hair and throwing him to the floor. Ren's eyes went wide. He was used to abuse at home, but at school too? Tears of frustration began streaming down his face. Why? Why did everyone in this world hate him? Why was he born like this? Why did he have to hide behind a pair of glasses, and conceal his abilities. Why couldn't he just for once be able to fight back without being feared?

"I-I'm sorry…" Ren whimpered. He choked as a swift kick was delivered to his neck, and a few more landed on his stomach. It hurt. It hurt. He curled up into a tiny ball to try and go away. Try to disappear. But there was only pain. Pain and horrible things. Why couldn't he just disappear? Just fade away…

"HEY!" The pain promptly stopped, Ren looking up to see a busty blond girl, and Phyrra stinging above them, Cardin and his crew fleeing the scene. The blond held her hand out to Ren, who gladly took it.

"Th-thank you." Ren chocked. He stumbled getting up, leaning on Phyrra for support.

"Jesus Ren…" Phyrra frowned. "You're light as a feather?

"Come on." The blond smirked. They hobbled to the lunch room, where kids were eating from assortments of food. Phyrra introduced the blond as Yang as they sat down with Jaune and a group of three girls who introduced themselves as Ruby, Weiss, and Blake.

"Hey Ren!" Ruby smirked. "We're all going to Jaune's house later. His family owns a HUGE company and he lives in a giant mansion! Wanna come?" Ren shook his head.

"S-Sorry… I can't…" He frowned, quickly coming up with an excuse. "My mom's coming home early from work today since my aunt is coming into town." He pushed up his glasses vnervously. "S-Sorry."

"It's fine." Jaune clapped the smaller boy on the back. "Maybe next time."

"I win." Weiss put down her cards, smiling as everyone else groaned, throwing their cards into the small pile in the middle of the circle they formed. DING DONG. Jaune groaned.

"Cooooooming." He yelled, standing up and heading to the front door, which stood five feet away from their current position. "How can I help you?" Jaune opened the door to a small girl with bright orange hair, staring up at him with wide blue eyes.

"I'm guessing you all go to Beacon Academy?" She looked behind Jaune at the five sitting on the floor, who stood to stand behind Jaune.

"yeah…" Jaune frowned.

"Is Lie Ren in your class?" She asked, Jaune nodded. "Please… Save him." Jaune's eyes went wide as Phyrra stood beside him.

"What do you mean?" Phyrra raised an eyebrow.

"My Ren has been suffering so much…" The girl said, looking down at the floor. "Ever since we were kids and he left me all ALONE." She frowned. "I want you to help him. I want you to do what I couldn't accomplish when we were kids… Please free him for me. It's the only way I can pay him back…" She pulled a slip of paper from her skirt and handed it to Jaune. "Call me if you have any trouble." She smiled. "I hope you can help him." And she ran off, into the night. Jaune looked down at the paper. There was a phone number, and Ren's house address scribbled down, along with a small note in all capitals.

"DON'T TAKE OFF HIS GLASSES."