Pytho woke up in pain. His nerves extending from his feet to his head informed him he had been tossed thoughtlessly on a bed. His position had his head dangling of the side of the bed, and his legs hung off the other side. It was as if his entire body was weighed down by metal and his already exhausted muscles were just trying to repair themselves. His weary eyes looked down from his current position.

Pytho noticed he was actually being weighed down by his metal armor. He sat up gently ignoring the familiar weight. His blurred vision focused on a yellow blob approaching him rapidly.

Yang's aggravated voice calls his dazed consciousness to focus, "Are you finally awake?"

The armored boy looked at her briefly, before adjusting himself to a more comfortable position on the bed. He muttered to her tiredly, "Five more minutes."

The girl gritted her teeth in response. She stuck her left hand over the intruder's collar to lift him up. She growled at him as his tired eyes blinked slowly, "Who the hell are you?"

"I thought I already told you my name." He responded slowly.

She shook him roughly with her hand to accentuate her next few words, "I meant why are you even here? Where did you come from?"

Pytho paused about to stroke his chin but managed to stop himself from cutting his chin again. He looked down at his body and sighed, "Long story short, your uncle Qrow has sent me to help you."

Yang tried to process his words, but couldn't come up with any reason behind her uncle's actions. She glared at Pytho, "Why would he send you? … I mean what could you do to help me?"

Pytho muttered under his breath, "That's what I said… Anyway I'll give you the full deets in a bit, I feel like I should change a bit. My father always used to tell me first impressions are the best impressions."

Yang replied curtly, "That ship has sailed."

Pytho stared awkwardly before dipping his head down in embarrassment. He spoke apologetically, "I'm sorry. I met some Grimm on the way and was too exhausted to realize what I looked like. If you want after I get dressed, I'll do anything you want: cook, clean, whatever."

Yang squeezed the bridge of her nose in frustration, "What in for all of Remnant's sake would make you think I would leave you alone in my house?"

Pytho shrugged playfully, "My wonderful charisma?"

Yang only stared with a expression that screamed 'lame' at him. Pytho seeing her face decided to keep a straight face. He looked into her eyes with confidence, "I swear I've been raised not to harm a person, who took care of me."

"How could I trust you?" Yang shouts angrily, "I don't even know if Uncle Qrow actually sent you."

"OH!" Pytho shouted, "He gave me proof! It's in the bag that I brought with me. A letter!"

Yang stared at him with suspicion. She took a step towards the door, and looked towards the white bag lying on the floor of the next room. She sighed and walked towards the door.

She shouted to him before slamming the door close behind her, "Stay put."

Pytho, hearing her walk away looked around awkwardly. The room was modest. Not many things or clothes were there as if there hasn't been a resident here for a while. He sat strait up and began to impatiently overlap his thumbs over each other. When the sound of her approach echoed into the room, Pytho took up an erect posture. He also let his long hair sweep over his eyes obscuring his face.

Yang opened the door with the string of the duffel bag held in her mouth. After seeing her struggle, Pytho began to laugh. Her straining jaw and angry eyes told him he was pushing his luck. He walked over to her and took the bag from her mouth. He took a step back and began to rummage around his bag.

Mid way through he cursed under his breath. He dropped the bag and began to peer at the ridges of his armor. The entire time Yang was eyeing him with a raised eyebrow. Just as he took of his helmet, Pytho used his pointed gauntlet to hit a switch between the ridges of his armor. Several loud clicks were heard before the gauntlet loosened so he could slip it off. He copied the same action with the other gauntlet, and then slipped both off.

Once his hands were free, he reached his hand into the bag and brought out a large envelope. It was sealed with wax and covered in rings, from drinks being set on it. With glee, Pytho presented the letter to the buxom young blonde. She took a weary peak at the letter before muttering to herself, "It definitely seems like Uncle Qrow's."

As she ripped the envelope open with her mouth, she heard an onset of clicks followed by a dull thud. Yang looked up at the intruder and he seemed to have just taken off the rest of his armor. Beneath the armor he only seemed to wear compression shorts that reached up to his hips and down right above the knees.

Yang began to stutter angrily, "The hell are you changing for!"

Pytho responded calmly, "Well I don't know about you but any dermatologist would say that keeping the same clothes on all day is bad for the skin."

"That doesn't matter!" Yang growled, "Tell me, and I'll leave so you can get dressed."

Pytho quickly responded, "Can you leave?"

Yang responded with anger, "As if I'd trust you-"

Here she noticed the condition of Pytho's body. At first she thought he had armor still on, but in reality his body told a much different story. Despite his skin being soft and smooth like untouched snow, there were literal parts of himself missing.

First, she noticed his fingers. Both his ring fingers had been cut off and his right pointer finger had been removed as well. Each finger had been replaced by three segments of metal that mimicked the shape of the replaced digit. It seemed the prosthetic was fully capable of movement, but it didn't seem to be mechanical. It moved just like a normal finger.[KC1]

Second she noticed his left leg. It was in the same state of his fingers. His leg was the normal up to his lower leg. It seemed to have been cut off right below the knee. The metal mirrored the shaped of an actual leg. It seemed to be made of a metal, which was pitch-black. There was a bright orange line down the middle of his leg to his middle toe and three more around his calf.

Yang stared at his prosthetics in awe. She stuttered while saying, "I-I'll go. You just get dressed."

She ran out from the room to her own. Her eyes were wide remembering the boy's dismembered body. She shook her head trying to forget the situation. She sat herself on her bed, and pulled up the letter given to her:

"Hey Firecracker,

I've wanted to write to you for a while but have had a tough time finding the words. I wish I could tell you to rest up. But I don't think we have time for things like that. Your sister is on her way with the remnants of the JNPR team to Haven. I've been trying to watch over them but I also must find where Ozpin went. With all that aside, I think something worse is coming. The fall of Beacon was just the beginning. Even if your father will hate me I need you to fight again.

Team RWBY is going to have to make a comeback, but I don't have time to babysit you in your slump. I've met Pytho about a week ago. Two weeks if you count the time it'd take for him to walk to Patch. I caught him trying to steal tacos from a carny stand. In his defense, he was starving, but he still is a bit of an oddball. Turns out he is also has received some hunter training. He also is in the need of therapy in his own way. I've told him to help you back onto your feet. I want you to help him out too. He's a hardworking kid but he's got his own set of problems. I think giving him a goal to help you girls will help him in a way; (see your uncle can be a good mentor) however that's not the only reason I want him to help you. He's got the type of personality that I think will help put somethings in perspective for you.

Just make sure Taiyang doesn't go crazy over having a boy in the house. Trust me when I say Pytho is just like a kid. He doesn't drink, he barely thinks about women, and I made sure I had an ace in the hole to smooth everything over. The kid will know what to do.

From your Badass Uncle Qrow"

Yang set down the letter on her bed. She looked over to her single ember celica gauntlet on her nightstand. Her hand once again unconsciously reaches for the remains of her right arm. She stared at the letter. The words gave no proper words of inspiration. It was a typical attempt from her uncle to be inspirational. It was also a total failure. She felt no warm emotion. There was nothing negative or positive. Just a cold bitter emotion erupted from every cell in her body.

She stood up and began to walk back to Ruby's room where she left her intruder. As she began stepped out of her room, she noticed the door to the bedroom next door was open. She could also hear rummaging in the kitchen.

Following the noise, she found Pytho nibbling on the last bits of a chicken leg with the utmost zeal. Yang's jaw dropped as she noticed that the rest of the chicken, which was supposed to be her nutrition until her father came home, had been picked to the bone.

"You jerk!" Yang growled before tackling him off the kitchen chair. She raised her hand to strike him, while she shouted, "That was my dinner- waaah. What's wrong with your face?"

Pytho, after he got changed into a pair of khaki shorts that reached past his knees, and navy blue shirt that hung loosely to his body, seemed to have attempted to cover his face. He must have traveled with wraps because thick white bandages had wrapped around his head from his neck to his cranium. His dull grey eyes were still uncovered, and his mouth had been given much room to open to allow him to scarf down her food. His hair was now covered except a few loose hairs poking out here and there.

Pytho responded to her question as such, "Oh, well it's just an old habit that I picked up when I was younger."

Yang, who still hasn't dropped her fist, asked with curiosity, "What started that 'little habit'?"

Pytho looked away, and his metal and normal fingers began to play with each other. Yang could see he was embarrassed even through the bandages. He almost whispered, "I did this once after getting hurt when I was young… My dad said it looked cool and… I sorta never stopped."

There was a moment of silence between the two. From above, Pytho could feel the vibration of laughter coming from Yang. He looked up and saw that the fist, which was just moment ago about to strike him, was now being used to hold back laughter.

"This is why I didn't want to tell you!" The boy whines.

Now Yang's laughter burst past her lips, and she began to give Pytho a tongue lashing, "What! Are you still five or something? You some kind of Daddy's boy?"

"Hey, if I were a Daddy's boy, which I'm not, then it would be because my Dad is fucking awesome." He responded seriously.

Yang laughed louder, "You're hilarious. Uncle Qrow wants you to actually help in the future?"

After saying that last sentence, Yang's laugh slowly began to die off. As if her own laughter had just exhausted her, Yang hung her head down limply. She sighed under her breath, "Oh yeah."

Yang rose to her feet noticing she was still on Pytho. He stared at her curiously as her demeanor had suddenly changed. Yang soon slumped back down on the chair that Pytho was sitting on. Pytho, still perturbed by her violent mood swings, tried to make sense of the situation. He stood up and approached her cautiously.

He placed a hand on her shoulder before asking, "Are you…Okay?"

Yang slaps away his hand, and growls, "Don't touch me."

Pytho pulled back his hand and yelped, "Sorry, Sorry!"

Yang's lilac eyes flashed dangerously at him, "You can just leave. I know Qrow asked you to rehabilitate me for some reason, but it's not happening."

Pytho stared at her awkwardly. He locked his fingers together as if the action comforted him, "Qrow told me I needed to help you… I promised him."

Yang's eye shrank in suspicion: "Why are you even doing this? Qrow wrote that he just found you stealing food. What do you owe him?"
Pytho shrugged to her and said, "Nothing."

Yang's countenance was a mixture of anger and surprise. She now was actually curious of his motives, "Is that all? You had no reason to walk all the way to patch for a man you just met, and help with something that could take months!"

Pytho was taken aback by her vicious words. He scratched at his chin awkwardly and responded carelessly to her barrage of words with a question, "Well, what other thing is there for me to do?"

Yang didn't say anything. She just stared at the man before her in confusion. This morning was going on the list of shittiest ways to wake up list. Yang observed the boy, who fidgeted under her gaze. He was a little above her height, and was built just like Sage from team SSSN. Despite his prosthetics, he seemed to have no qualms of showing of his past amputations, but he was shy about everything else. His very presence was a source of annoyance.

Yang gritted her teeth. She continued her pursuit of ridding herself of this pest. The blonde spoke vehemently, "Why don't you go home?"

Pytho now seemed to grow impatient, "Listen I can tell you many pleasant and non-embarrassing ways to tell you I'm homeless, but I'm just gonna lay the fact out there."

Yang questioned further, "Didn't you say you have a Dad? Live with him."

"Well it's not like he has a house himself." Pytho sighed.

Yang responds with a raised eyebrow, "So you come from a family of bums."

Pytho answers while rubbing his chin, "I prefer the term nomadic."

"I prefer the term idiotic." Yang laughed, "Wait, how do I keep getting side tracked? Just get out of my house!"

Pytho raised his hand defensively: "Okay, I know I'm not wanted and I won't force you to do anything."

"Good," Yang replied while calming down, "I'll lend you some water at least for your journey."

"Well I won't go far. I'm not giving up on you just yet. I already came up with a bunch of ways to cheer you up!"

Yang's anger swelled once again, "Are you kidding me? Go tell Qrow to come here himself if he wants me to do something!"

Pytho moaned, "Come on, give me chance. Hell I wrote a to-do list."

After saying this, Pytho ran into the next room and began rummaging around in his white duffel bag. Yang slowly walked after him. She saw him surrounded by pieces of his armor as he picked out clothes and toiletries from his bag.

The eye-like orbs seemed to gaze at her from the ground. She asked, "What's up with the armor."

Pytho stole a glance at her with his peripheral vision. He followed her gaze to his armor and seemed to forget about his old goal. He picked up the helmet he was wearing and presented it to her.

"It's called Argus." Pytho answered her and the tossed the helmet into her hands.

Yang stared at helmet for a long second. She attempted to put it on while saying, "Where are the eye holes?"

Before she could slip her head into the helmet, Pytho snatched it away from her. He shouted simultaneously, "Careful, It's a family heirloom so its… a little dangerous for anyone else to wear."

Yang eyed him carefully, "…Okay?"

After recovering from his sudden outburst, Pytho awkwardly played with the helmet in his hand. He meekly explained the background of the armor: "Well I can see through the little engraved eyes here. So I got a three hundred and sixty degree area of vision. The armor isn't all that tough but it is made of a light, easily repaired metal. It even gives me claws to fight with."

"Is that the only weapon you have?" Yang wondered.

"Well…" Pytho scratches his chin and says, "I'm more of see how the cards fall kind of fighter."

Yang stared at her intruder turned guest again. Despite her desire to make him leave, she couldn't help but feel a smirk creep up onto her face. She mocked him with a bit of whimsy in her voice, "Well just fighting with your nails makes you seem less like a fighter and more like crazy cat lady."

Hearing this, Pytho began to laugh, "I guess you're right."

Yang's smile quickly faded, and the room grew silent once again. Pytho reached into his bag once more and found the list he was looking for. He jumped over to Yang and presented the list to her. Lining his shoulders up with hers, Pytho began to read of the list.

Pytho read methodically, "First: Make it to patch without starving. Check. Second: Introduce yourself properly to Miss Yang Xiao Long. Failed, but it all worked out… I hope."

Yang took a long second to stare questioningly at Pytho. Pytho looked at her from his side and gave a sheepish smile as a response.

"What I'm the type of person, who needs lists," Pytho shrugged, "Continuing. What should be next. Two options: Option one: Yang is a typical princess. Steps to take: Talk about feelings and boys. Have a motivational speech. Qrow said something about sinking up menstries."

"Give me that!" Yang shouted ripping the list out of his hands, "I'm gonna break Qrow's neck!"

"I was wondering what that meant. Could you tell me?" Pytho asked.

Yang turned to him: "Haven't you ever gotten the sex talk! How old are you"

Pytho sighed, "I assumed it was something like that. Let's just say my dad never wanted to have the sex talk and the better part of my life was spent in the woods, or sometimes a desert…"

"You're quite a character." Yang commented.

"From some stories, Qrow told me you're quite a character yourself." Pytho quips.

"What has he told you about me? That guy seems to be acting out of line a lot recently." Yang spoke while she was shaking her fist.

"Don't worry about it too much. I tried to tune out some of the embarrassing stories. My Dad always told me to never believe stories too much and try to witness things myself." Pytho replied.

Yang smirked at him before saying, "Whatever, Daddy's boy."

Ignoring Pytho's indignant moaning, Yang began to read his terrible handwriting aloud.

"Option Two: Yang is a gorilla(Expected).The hell does expected mean!," Yang shouted at Pytho, who was playing innocent, "Tempt her with food and treats to motivate her. Start retraining to get her back on her feet. Move on to the rest of the team."

After she finished reading, Yang noticed an itch from her phantom right arm. It would happen often. The itch would always send her into a state of reverie. The feeling of loss and betrayal would enter her bloodstream and cause each muscle she owned to slow down. This moment, however, was not a dread feeling.

She could barely remember the itch after it occurred. The hilarity of the list, which she had read in its child-like entirety, filled her with joy. She didn't know why it was so pleasurable, but she trembled with laughs and chortles. She stood up and suddenly noticed she was in her pajamas.

She turned to Pytho, who was currently staring at her curiously. She suddenly felt embarrassed at receiving a guest in her pajamas. She spoke to him capriciously, "Fine, You can sleep here for tonight, you can sleep in my lil' sis's room. I'll be back I should probably get dressed."

She walked off quickly ignoring the boy's call behind her, "Thank you!"

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