It was past midnight in Beacon. The shattered moon emitted gentle rays into the dark hallways and corridors of the academy. It was where every student and professors were asleep - even the mating calls of nocturnal predators and insects were silent in most parts. Yet under all of those conditions, there was someone among the rest that had trouble closing his eyes.

In team JNPR's room there was Pyrrha Nikos, the most reputable student in intellect, wisdom, and especially fighting. Wearing only the padding from under her spartan-like armor, She was sleeping on her bed next to the window with a content smile, hugging her pillow that was her size for extra comfort and warmth. Next to her was Nora Valkyrie, an insane and rambunctious individual but was the only person among the four who can make even the worst days nostalgic. She was laying on her blanket, and her entire body was under her mattress, snoring lightly; how she got into that position was best left alone for truly curious ones. At the very end of the corner near the door was Lie Ren, laying on his oriental decorated bed. Properly known as the quiet enabler for Nora, he was fabricated in mysteries, yet he was always there for his team to the bitter end.

Then there was Jaune Arc, the leader of JNPR, a man above men, a knight in shining armor, and, of course, a ladies man! He's smart, fit, funny, and everything that an average Joe lacked...

At least that's what he was trying to do to convince himself. He breathed in deep, then he exhaled slowly. He wanted to dream just as much as anyone, but his consciousness forced him to settle with a critical decision: should he confess to Ozpin about his forged transcript, or should he keep it all in and progressively kill himself from the intense sparring and Grimm.

Jaune was still surprised about not only being accepted into Beacon but being able to survive the initiation. He shivered at the thought of being nearly impaled by Pyrrha's spear and the Deathstalker's stinger. But he believed that he still holds merit. After all, he knew that strategies and planning was very much needed in groups and teamwork, and he had those talents. So why couldn't he think past his doubts?

Ever since initiation, Jaune couldn't help but question his skills as a leader. He was launched from a platform, screaming and praying on the way down, led his partner to a Deathstalker cave, again, screaming on his way out, and finally having his back almost snapped in two from Weiss' surprisingly heavy tush.

"It was so soft though," his mind wandered back to the the incident. He shook out his dirty thoughts, his face heated up a bit. There was no time to even be a teenager, despite his hormones. He turned his head towards Pyrrha, and he gazed at her pleased face.

"What should I do," he whispered. He pleaded for answers, even if they're opinionated.

He got no response from his partner, only the mumbling of sloths and sweets from Nora's corner. Again, he inhaled deeply. Did he really want this life? Of course I do, what else could I want? Another question came soon after. Did he deserve to be here with these amazing hunters and huntresses?

"No, I don't," he concluded in his head. Even if he could improve, it would be a long while for him to even match his peer's league. His lack of physical power would cripple him and slow down others who circle around him. He couldn't take this anymore. It was now or never. Immediately, he got out of his bed, swiftly disrobed his onesies, dressed into his casual clothing, and tiptoed his way out of there.

Once he was gone, Pyrrha opened one of her eyes, looking as the bed which was absent of the lovable Blondie.

"...Jaune," she whispered around, hoping that he didn't go too far off without her consent. What worried her more than his disappearance was what he would do after that.

What should I do? She tried to decipher what he meant, but there was not enough content in his question. Frightened but interested, she wanted to know what he would do at this time, even if it results in losing his trust. Before Ren and Nora noticed any noise, she grabbed a tank top and shorts, then walked out of the dorm under a few seconds.

Jaune jogged his way to the professor's sleeping quarters, stopping to every door he passes to check the if any of them had the Headmaster's name. Soon after that, he stopped at a door near the end of the of the hall. It was framed with gold which matches the appearance of wood grain. Right on the center was a sign printed Professor Ozpin. Under the name was a warning: Any disturbances between 12 and 8 am will result in either detention, suspension, or expulsion. Teachers are no exception.

This scared the living Aura out of him, but he slapped himself. He was about to confess, so what harm could there be in this, knowing that he would finally be out of everyone's way? His hand made a fist. He was about to knock on the door if it wasn't for the a hand tightening his shoulder.

"Gaa-mpphh!" he shrieked halfway, but another hand covered his mouth. He attempted to thrash out of this death hold, only to drain out his stamina.

"Shhhhh. Jaune, please calm down," behind him was the red hair spartan. After his breathing was steady, she released her iron grip. Massaging his his jaw, he sighed in relief. For a second there, he was sure that the assailant was Glynda or some hall monitor. He grimaced when he thought about her riding crop whipping at his flesh should he ever transgress in front of her.

"Pyrrha, why are you here and up so late?"

"That's my line," she retorted.

Jaune flinched, realizing the sudden predicament. Should he tell her? She doesn't have to know. He simply wanted to be a small memory in Beacon.

"Okay, you got me there, but you followed me. Why?" He changed the subject, trying to gain the upper hand in the chat. Like a cycle, Pyrrha opened her mouth, only to shut it to think of a better excuse, then opening her mouth once more, her index finger pointing upward as if she got it. This was getting him nowhere. This went on for a while, until he waited long enough.

"I'm leaving Beacon." Jaune told her through his gritted teeth.

"You mean you're 'temporarily' leaving Beacon, right?" she bit her lower lip.

"No, I'm leaving Beacon, and I will not come ba-"

"Stop," she stretched her arm towards him. She figured that he would go down this road, but even she could see a lot of potential in him.

"You're not leaving because you belong her-"

"No, I don't!" he exclaimed. Realizing he just shouted out in a hallway full of trained hunters, he slapped his cheeks until they turned scarlet. He looked at her eyes, noticing the the worry that gleamed off from it.

"D-did you really hear what I said when we were in the dorm?"

She nodded in confirmation. "You said 'What should I do?' Yes, I heard it, but I thought you were saying that in your sleep. I didn't expect you to actually be referring to me. But don't fret over it. I'm here with open ears, or arms if you prefer," she mentally whacked at herself. I hope he didn't hear that last bit.

Luckily for her, he was lost in his personal dilemma.

"*sighs* Then why should I be here? What should I do, other than giving strategies, and give the ladies a good time?" he joked. Pyrrha chuckled.

Without a second thought she shared him her wisdom. "I can teach you how to fight, how to better yourself. You can learn quickly too - it's rare for anyone to think on the spot when they're in a dire situation. Not only that, your Aura is immense," she emphasized by spreading her arms apart, as if she's measuring it. "It's enough for us to spar against each other for hours, maybe even days! You can't just give up because you're not strong enough. You can only be better from now on." she took a step towards him.

"That will take too long! You can't dedicate so much for me," he sighed with his eyes closed, his head hanging. It felt like forever when she could say anything else.

"Jaune," closing the distance between them, she cupped her hands on his cheeks, pulled his head to meet her at eye level. This abrupt change from a serious conversation to having this close intimacy made him blushed a deeper shade of red than before. He looked down. Oh Oum, why did it have to be a tank top?

"You've proven yourself to be just as capable as anyone. It's not just that; along with myself, everyone you've met will help you. You don't only have to be under my wing, you know," she gave her most determine smile her lips could muster.

"You are my partner, my leader, and most importantly, my friend. So there's no way in hell I would abandon you now," she smiled brightly, causing his mind to race a hundreds miles around his skull. Now that he thought about it, it was very rare for her to use profanity. She's serious. He was about to stutter something either stupid or inappropriate, but something happened at that very moment. Something that changed Jaune entirely.

His stomach began to burn up; his heart was pumping at an alarming rate - this adrenaline somehow got into his system. Unconsciously, his Aura began to spread throughout his body. And almost instantly, the glowing Aura from Jaune's cheeks flowed through Pyrrha's hands. Then, like a jolt, Pyrrha felt her heart speeding up as well, but there were other symptoms. Blood rushed to her head, crept onto her face, and her lungs were heavy, as though they were about to collapse from taking in anymore air. Like a river, she sweated profusely.

What is this feeling? She couldn't even think straight, as she glanced at Jaune, only to look away sheepishly.

"Hah, w-what?" she panted. She seldom felt like this. Was she sick, or was it... she couldn't comprehend the sudden heat and p-p-p-p-pleasure that started to envelope her entire body. This was weird, but how she really felt is vulnerable, then she feared that vulnerability. She was still holding onto his face.

"Uh, Pyrrha, are you okayyYYYYAAAAHHHH!" she grabbed his wrist, shifted behind him, then hurled his poor soul to the very door that welcomed only Ozpin. Like a rag doll being tossed around, he somersaulted and crashed into the room. Smoke, dust, and other debris invaded the air from the torn door, and inside the Headmaster's room was nothing but darkness. She instantly got over her sudden high and saw her very work.

"Oh my Oum! Jaune! I'm so sorry!" her face was still fresh with red and sweat. She was about to come over to check his health, but she felt a powerful pull from nowhere. It was so powerful, it lifted her several feet from the ground. There was only one person in this academy that could do this. She audibly gulped. Then her body turned to meet the very demon.

"I hope you can explain this mess, miss Nikos because this will be detrimental to your school life..." Glynda Goodwitch hissed out her fury. She was wearing a black and purple night gown; portions of the design showed some daring transparency. It accentuated her strict personality well.

"Mrs. Goodwitch," she kept her voice steady. "I apologize for waking you up, but right now there is a student who just so happens to have entered mister Ozpin's room."

Goodwitch's expression was not that of anger or disappointment. It was showing dread. She went wide-eyed, her mouth was slack jawed. Under this tension, Pyrrha gravitated back the Remnant.

Glynda leaned next to her ear.

"Miss Nikos," Glynda sternly whispered to her. "Please side step to your left behind the column." Without questioning, she did as she was told. The moment she did, a violent wind pushed through Ozpin's entry like a small hurricane. The wind was so fast that it made a sharp siren throughout the entire building. Books, chairs, furniture, and many other household items raced past them, only to land on the opposite end of the wall. The very last one to fly out was a wailing Arc. Because of her incredible reflexes, Pyrrha caught him by the leg.

"Don't, Miss Nikos!" Glynda tried to warn her, but it was too late. The screeching gale blasted both of them right off towards the exit.

"Aaahhhhhhh!" Jaune cried out as they were closing in on the pile of commodity.

Pyrrha, kind of predicting this would happen, landed her feet perfectly against the the wall, cushioning what could have been a fatal outcome. She wished she could say the same for her Blondie; after taking a ride like that, the idea of almost dying mentally hammered him unconscious. The wind died down, and all of Beacon was lit with brightness. What caught her off guard was the alarm sounded off in the building.

"Code red! This is code red! Calling all teachers and fourth year students immediately!" Although it was a computerized voice, it boomed of extreme seriousness.

WhatdoIdo?!WhatdoIdo?!WhatdoIdo?!WhatdoIdo?! Whatever lied behind that dark chamber may as well be a fading memory to her as she darted past the crowding halls, ignoring the rushing fourth years with loaded weapons.

"Who woke him up?! Of all people?!" the shouting came from none other than Peter Port. The stout man held his battleaxe up high.

"This is not a drill everyone! Please line up in a uniform fashion! My Oum, this hasn't happened in years!" the order came from Bartholomew Oobleck, drinking what must be coffee from his weapon.

Ignoring all of the commotion, she managed to drag herself and Jaune out of harm's way and back to her peaceful dorm. This could not get any worse. She gulped and opened her way in, only to meet the curious eyes of both Ren and Nora.

"Care to tell us what we're hearing right now?" Ren yawned, pointing out of the window where the storm of stomping and shouting was coming.

"Yeah! I can't believe I woke up at the best part of my dream!" Nora pouted.

"Did it have to do with pancakes and sloths?" Ren asked.

"Are you crazy? It had to do with sloths then pancakes in that order! Dreaming of pancakes first would have killed the mood!" The room was silent once again after hearing her ridiculous dream.

"Aside from that, why is Jaune around your arms... and unconscious?" Ren closely examined Jaune.

Her face was flushed again. She couldn't just tell them that she, out of everyone, woke up what could be the disaster of this world. Imagine the lecturing and nonstop inquiries from them. What would be a good excuse?

"Um, actually, well..." she coughed to clear her throat. "I was sparring with Jaune, and I got a little of out hand. At the last second, I bashed his face with my shield. Trust me, it wasn't pretty." To "prove" it, she viewed Jaune's face. There was a swollen bruise right on his forehead; that was probably from hitting face first when he slammed himself against Ozpin's door. Ren examined the injury, shaking his head afterwards.

"Sparring?"

"Yep!"

"At this time of hour?"

"Right!"

"Even though your weapons are laying next to your bed?" he pointed at Pyrrha's treasured Milo and Akouo at the corner.

"Uh, I brought a spare?" her smile went crooked.

"... Sorry, but you have to be the worst liar I've-"

"Holy wow!" Nora interrupted him. "Our glorious leader looks like a unicorn!" she laughed at the bruise. Apparently, the center of the pump formed a cone like shape. It looked like a purple horn.

"Pffffftt!" Nora tried to keep what's left in her lungs.

"Haaaaaa..." Ren sighed, his eyelids became heavier. "Look, I don't care if the world is going to explode and kill us all, but if there's one thing I value, other than Nora (Nora awes), it's a well preserved sleep. So Pyrrha," he focused on her eyes. "Why don't we all just go back to bed, and I'll make us some breakfast in the morning."

"That's an excellent suggestion." she agreed, knowing how Ren can be a little... unstable if he doesn't get his nap.

"Alright then, good night everyone." Ren dropped his deadpanned facade and laid on his mattress. Although Nora wanted to find out what was transpiring outside, she decided to sleep on it.

After the two went back to sleep, Pyrrha gently laid Jaune on his bed, where he should have been tonight. After tucking the blanket over the resting warrior, Pyrrha couldn't help but think back at the time she had that foreign sensation when her hands made contact with his skin. She shuddered. It was as if she submitted her will so easily to his touches. It was exciting in a way, and at the same time it was disturbing. Could this be more than a simple crush? Maybe, maybe not. Instinctively, she wanted to caress his face once more, but she reeled back and rattled her head. It must be from the exhaustion. Convinced that her fatigued is taking its toll on her, she went back to her bed, hugging her warm, human sized pillow.

Back At Headmaster's Place

All of the professors and fourth year students showed up at last, with Glynda Goodwitch up front and center. Coming up to her was Port, but his face didn't show the jolly expression he used to have in his class. This time, he was frowning, and Oobleck was no different when he strolled behind him.

"Ah, miss Goodwitch, what is the situation?" Glynda didn't even turn her head to respond.

"The situation's not terrible, but just in case, I want everyone with the best defense formation to come forward."

Nodding, Port waved gestures to the swarming hunters. Around 4 teams jumped in front - many of them lined up their shields and wore thick plated armor. Behind them were hunters with modded sniper rifles, all sights were on the silhouette's head in the distance. They were as ready as they'll ever be.

At least a hundred students filled the floor. Each and everyone of them practiced for several thousand hours just to take down an army of Grimm, yet they felt this chill running through their spine when they saw the shadow drag his feet out of his territory. It was one person, but they knew otherwise, noticing the the black Aura leaking through. As it made past the armed troops, the Aura acted as a stifling smog and dimmed the beams of the light bulbs. As the figure in the darkness took each step, every hunter's aim gradually became rigid. This was their first time fighting a real hunter. Scratch that, this was their very first to ever fight the best hunter in his time. Their hunting careers were at stake.

Eventually, the silhouette came to a crawling motion; he had finally appeared outside. Surely enough, the lights on the ceiling shined on the Headmaster. And oddly enough, the fear which once crawled into their skin froze. They all tilted their head in confusion. It was just Ozpin in his striped pajamas with his head hanging, and his arms swinging like a pendulum. He mumbled something, but his face never left the ground. Everyone had the same question. What was wrong with him?

"If you're all still wondering, Professor Ozpin is sleep walking." Port announced it to them all. Like some cartoon show, all of the hunters and huntresses tripped from the fact that their greatest foe was someone who even wasn't aware of what's going on.

The image of their Headmaster sleep walking was almost comical. Some of them stared at this in awe, ignorant of the prior menacing appearance. Although it was uplifting that he didn't emit the dark presence when he was in the dark, Glynda and her colleagues did not lessen their glares.

"Uhhh, Ms. Goodwitch," one of the bulkiest armored hunters spoke out. "What exactly are we going up against here? He doesn't look like a threat."

"That's what you think," she replied. "You haven't experience true pain or horror, so it's understandable that you can't fathom the danger you're in."

"Hey, I've been through plenty. For Monty's sake, I've been inside a Nevermore. Compared to bathing in stomach acids, this is practically child's play!" he chuckled, pointing at Ozpin's forming snot bubble. Glynda, having enough problems as it is, didn't have the energy to explain the significance of the comatose man.

"If that's how you're going to behave, why don't you try to apprehend him yourself?"

"Are you mad Glynda?! This is not a suicide mission!" Port interjected.

"Hush, if he chooses to die, then let him."

"Truly you are a demon." He folded his arms in disappointment.

The pompous fighter scratches his chin in contemplation. "Yeah, sure. Only if you keep that getup for the rest of the semester," he answered with a smirk.

"What are you talking about?" she raised one of her eyebrows

Oobleck, who was surprisingly quiet during this time, finally expressed his displeasure: "You're dressed indecently Glynda! I mean look at yourself! It's a miracle the men aren't drowning in their own drool!"

As soon as he said that, he covered her night gown with his jacket. He expected at least a "thank you", but instead, he got whipped in the face.

"Gah! Hit me anywhere except the spectacles!" Oobleck pleaded as he inspects his crack glasses.

"Shut up," she fumed, her face reddened. She almost forgot that she was displaying herself in front her veteran students. She fixed her glare on the ignorant smart mouth.

"You, pervert, hurry up and get over there!" she ordered harshly through her teeth.

"Okay, okay. Whelp, wish me luck!" the lone soldier got up and walked to the slumbering beast, he sheathed his great sword. All at once, people cheer him on, praising his courage. As he got closer to him, his confidence grew even more. To show off or toy with his superiors, he brought out his scroll as he was literally inches away from Ozpin.

"Hey Headmaster, wanna you take a photo with me?"

Ozpin mumbled something, but the man in armor accepted it as "yes." As he was beside the sleep walker, he raised the scroll, the image fixed on himself and Ozpin.

Port tapped his foot rapidly on the tile floor. "This won't end well."

"Hush, this is the best part," Glynda took out her own scroll, recording the will be miserable playboy.

Other than the teachers, the fourth years watched and giggled about the scenario. Fighting Ozpin while he's asleep? What a joke! They all thought in sync.

"Say hello to your new profile picture!" the bold student laughed as he was about to take the picture. What no one other than teachers recognize was the ever expanding Aura around him. Right before the flash from the scroll, Ozpin raised one of hands, making the black Aura that was around the halls to gyrate. The circling Aura picked up heavy winds. Soon, the Aura accelerated. Then with just a lift from his index finger, the sharp winds thrust at the boy next to him. In less than a second, the scroll was sliced into oblivion, and the unfortunate person who held the scroll was shoulders deep into the ceiling – the body limped in the air.

The laughing, chuckling, giggling, and all of the guffaws were killed instantly. No one saw that coming, but the smirk from the demon woman told otherwise.

"I hope you're happy Glynda," Port sighed, shaking his head in shame.

"Very," she closed the scroll. "Now, Everyone! Take aim and hold!" she raised her crop, signaling her command. They did as they were told. Had they done the opposite, they would most likely end up like the carcass above the Headmaster.

The screeching hurricane danced in front of Ozpin, waiting for his hand signals. "There's not enough time." Glynda needed to act fast. Without much to plan, she can only slow down the winds and hopefully drain his Aura. This was not a good position; Ozpin raised not one, but two fingers. In great haste, the cyclone accelerated more, doubling in size. Oh shi-! Glynda didn't give them the time to even pray as she yelled out probably her very last words.

"FIRE AWAY!"