Sora looked at his students, grinning eagerly. He was ready to pass on his knowledge and have fun while doing it. After all, Sora hadn't backed down from being the keyblade wielder, and he could certainly teach a class on an area he knew a lot about. He lowered his keyblade, jumped off of his desk and waited for a few seconds. He took those seconds to take in the shock and awe of his students. He'd made his desired impression, now it was time to do his job.
"Any questions?" He asked. Immediately, a white-haired girl shot her hand into the air. Sora noticed she was sitting near Yang and the rest of team RWBY, so he assumed she was one of them. However, she looked far different from her relaxed teammates.
"Yeah, uh, whatever your name is?" He prompted. A few students cringed. They knew that Sora was in for it, speaking to Weiss Schnee in such a manner. However, she respected Sora's authority as teacher, at least for that moment, and didn't yell at him. However, when she did speak, her voice was cold and dripping with malice. The oblivious professor didn't seem to pick up on it one bit.
"Excuse me, but...how do you not know who I am? Even people from other kingdoms know of my family and myself," Weiss asked.
"I come from another world, a world far far away," Sora explained.
"Another what?!" Some of the students exclaimed. Whoever this spiky-haired teen was, he had certainly cemented his spot as one of the most talked-about topics at Beacon for at least a month, if not more. He still didn't seem to care how his words affected his students.
"Yeah, another world. But that's a class for another time. Uh, girl in white, what did you want to ask me?" Sora asked. Weiss seethed.
"My name is Weiss Schnee, and I want to know exactly what your qualifications are for teaching a class at Beacon Academy, the most prestigious school in Vytal," she said. Sora leaned against his desk. He didn't stop flashing that relaxed grin of his at the student body, which angered Weiss, although Yang wasn't complaining. She was eager to know how Sora would deal with Weiss.
"Well, Weiss, I spent a year fighting the Heartless. I know what they can do and what they are. I can teach you how to fight them, and believe me, you need to fight them. I know that these Grimm you're so afraid of are out to destroy humanity. The Heartless are out to destroy everything. They go around and try to destroy all the worlds and have the darkness consume them, and they know how to get to these other worlds, including yours. I'm the only chance you've got at saving your world, but you, as Hunters and Huntresses, have to hold the Heartless at bay and protect the people who live in your world," Sora said. His grin faded and he grew serious. A year ago, he would have spoken with a smile. But not anymore. Sora knew what the Heartless could do, what they had already done. They weren't to be taken lightly. Weiss' angry expression faded. Not even she could ignore how serious the boy sounded as he spoke.
"...I understand that the situation is dire, but isn't there anyone better-suited to teach this? Perhaps Ozpin could, as he seems to know about these creatures already," Weiss said, sounding less rude. However, she still wasn't convinced that Sora had what it took to teach a class.
"Look, Weiss, I'm what you've got to work with. Take it or leave it," was the reply.
"Aren't professors supposed to be respectful towards their students?" Weiss asked, shocked at the audacity of the spiky-haired teen. Sora stuck out his tongue in response.
"I'll teach how I want. Yeah, I don't have any physical evidence that I know what I'm doing, but sometimes, you've just gotta have a little faith. Do you trust me?" Sora asked, his grin returning. Weiss didn't trust him.
"How old are you?" She asked.
"15," Sora replied. Weiss sighed.
"So you're the same age as Ruby. You're not even old enough to be a student here!" She moaned in exasperation.
"Yeah, but he's cute," Yang retorted. Weiss shot her an angry glare, and Sora looked surprised.
"Cute?" He murmured to himself. Yang did know how to make him feel simultaneously happy and awkward. He got up from his position leaning against the desk and stood tall.
"How about this, Weiss: I'll talk and trust you to listen. If you know I believe in you...maybe you can believe in me," Sora said kindly. He then walked to where the papers he'd knocked from the desk lay, and picked them up. He ruffled them a bit and held them to the class.
"Alright, class. You see these papers? Yeah, they've got a lot of boring words on them and stuff. Luckily for you, we're not gonna use these papers. Instead, I'm gonna give you...a puppet show!" Sora shouted, pulling a Heartless puppet from his pocket. It was the small, black kind that Yang had encountered in the forest.
"You see this? Yang should know what this is. It's called a Shadow, and it's the weakest Heartless around. The only problem is, it likes to travel around in groups, and in groups, it can be a pain, sometimes even an actual threat. So we have to learn how to deal with these Heartless, right? Well, first of all, one swing from your trusty weapon should take it out. It likes to slash with its claws and jump at you, but it's slow and stupid and it's easy to kill. But if they're in groups, they can distract you and bigger and tougher Heartless can attack, or it can swarm you with all its little friends," Sora said. As he spoke, he made the puppet walk and dance. Some students laughed, others groaned, and Weiss just buried her face in her hands. However, she still heard Sora's words, and he seemed to know what he was talking about. She then decided to look up and saw Sora put the puppet down and stomp on it.
"The only really cool thing it can do is that it can go super flat. Just. Like. This!" Sora spat as he stomped on the puppet, trying to get it to go flat. After considering his handiwork to be done, he tried smacking it with the keyblade. The puppet was smashed in half, and Sora rubbed his neck in embarrassment.
"Eh...in a real battle, that wouldn't have worked. When they get all flat, they can crawl around on the ground and nothing can hurt them. The only drawback is that they take a long time to get un-flattified, so you can hit them really easily, unless you're super slow," the keyblade wielder presented proudly. Yang raised her hand.
"How long did it take you to make that?" She asked, not bothering to wait for Sora to let her speak.
"A few hours. I had some friends help me out," he replied. He meant Donald and Goofy, of course. They'd gone through five copies before they found one they liked. Sora then walked behind the desk and pulled out a projector, placing it on the desk. He pulled a chord by the blackboard that decorated the wall behind him, and a movie screen fell from a roll at the top of the room.
"This is a basic class, so nothing too crazy's gonna be discussed today. For now, I'm gonna give you a brief history of Heartless and what they do. I made a little movie to demonstrate, so here you go!" He let the projector run and several students clapped. The screen faded to black and showed large, uneven letters that said 'a history of Heartless.' It then faded to Sora, who was wearing a monocle and a top hat in a silly attempt to look smart. Some students chuckled.
"Ahem. I am your professor, Sora, and I am here to teach you about the Heartless! The Heartless are creatures who, as the name suggests, have no heart. They are the manifestation of the darkness of the hearts of human beings, and they are created when the darkness of a person's heart consumes them. There are some Heartless that are just completely black, but the majority are Heartless with this symbol," movie Sora said, showing a picture of a red, heart-shaped symbol.
"These Heartless vary in appearance and have many different abilities. Both types, while they look and fight differently, have the same intentions. Their sole purpose is to consume hearts, like yours, and create more Heartless, and the most sought after heart is the heart that lies within all of the worlds. Yes, the worlds do have hearts, and if the Heartless were to consume them, they'd be taken over by darkness and destroyed. The keyblade wielder, who is me, can keep the Heartless from doing this, as well as defeat the more effectively than non-keyblade wielders like yourselves. The Heartless use the keyblade as a homing device and track down the wielder, and they try to defeat said wielder, who, as I mentioned, is me. Allow me to demonstrate," movie Sora said. The real Sora grinned, looking at all of the intrigued faces of his students. Even Weiss was interested. But what caught his attention was a girl in a red hood who sat next to Yang. She looked enthralled like most, but there was something different in her eyes. There was a determination, admiration, and aspiration that surprised Sora. He made a note to talk to her later.
The class was surprised by what they saw next. Sora held the keyblade and was facing a giant Shadow costume. It made groaning noises and walked awkwardly, as if the upper and lower body of the costume were being controlled by different people. They were; Yang instantly knew that Donald and Goofy were in the costume.
"You see, class, Heartless like these will try to attack people and consume their hearts. As Hunters and Huntresses, you have to defeat them like so," movie Sora said, turning to the Heartless.
"Back, evil Heartless!" He shouted.
"Never!" It answered in an annoying high-pitched voice.
"For the record, Heartless don't actually talk. Well, almost all Heartless don't talk, but that's a story for another day," real Sora said. The class was laughing at full-force, not bothering to hide their amusement behind chuckles and smiles.
"Then I will defeat you! Hyah!" Movie Sora said dramatically, hitting the Heartless. It fell with an angry yelp, but quickly got back into character.
"Curses, keyblade wielder! You shall not escape us!" It said no more, ceasing to move. The projector ended its reel, and Sora turned it off, pulling the movie screen back up.
"Okay! That was a brief history of Heartless. Now, I'm gonna talk about some more boring stuff because at this point I got too lazy to plan anything else. Listen up, because this'll be on some sort of test, I don't really know yet. Glynda knows, but I don't. Anyway, Heartless are..." It was at this point that the girl in the red hood lost interest, and the rest of the class went on as Sora talked about bigger versions of Shadows and other similar Heartless.
Team RWBY walked slowly to their next class. Sora had ended Heartless 101, as he called it, early. Weiss wasn't happy with that.
"How much do you think we actually learned in that class?" She asked Yang, who shrugged.
"Who cares? That was awesome. I really liked the movie. Sora looked so cute in his little hat!" She replied. Weiss narrowed her eyes at the blonde.
"It was childish and foolish. He spent his time working on these silly puppets and failed to prepare for what he'd say. He only seemed to have planned for half of the class!" She complained.
"He had good information, Weiss. Even you need to admit that. He is an expert on Heartless, after all," Blake, the black-haired girl, reminded Weiss, who relented on that topic.
"Yes, he did have useful information on how to defeat the Shadows and Neo-Shadows, but he distracted students and put more emphasis on how he spoke than on what he was speaking about. This boy is not a teacher," she complained.
"He's the closest thing we have to one, and the only Heartless expert around to boot. Besides, he's gonna save Vale, right? That is so cool!" Ruby, the girl in the red cloak, exclaimed.
"How do we know any of that is true, though? It all sounds far-fetched," Weiss retorted.
"Ozpin knows what he's doing, and he personally appointed Sora as the teacher of Heartless 101. He trusted you to listen to him, it's time you trust him to tell you something worth listening to," Yang reminded.
"Also, he's pretty much a hero, like in a story!" Ruby added.
"He's a child," Weiss corrected.
"You're being the child here, Weiss," Blake said calmly, almost smiling at her friend's outburst.
"Child?! I simply want to know that my education is in good hands, and if I don't feel that I'm getting the knowledge I need, I have every right to complain!"
"And Sora has every right to complain about a certain uncooperative student," Blake said. Weiss turned bright red. Ruby giggled.
"She sure got you, Weiss!...I mean...uh...Sora wouldn't do that..." The cloaked girl said meekly as Weiss stared her down. Yang pulled Ruby away from her gaze.
"How about you stop staring down my sister, okay?" She asked. However, it wasn't a question. It was a threat.
"I'm simply concerned for my well-being," Weiss stated.
"But you said he had good information, right?" Ruby asked timidly.
"I did, but I don't think it's being presented in the proper manner. I'm to learn how to defeat these Heartless from Sora, aren't I? If I'm not getting the aid I need, I can't trust him," Weiss replied.
"Can't, or won't?" Blake asked. She knew exactly how to simultaneously push Weiss' buttons while make the girl see sense, which Yang and Ruby were very thankful for. Weiss had no choice but to relent yet again to the black-haired girl.
"...Very well. I'll give him a chance. Are you happy? And Yang, I think that the teacher and student relationship rules still apply, regardless of age," Weiss said, walking away triumphantly. She knew she'd gotten in her parting shot.
"Yang? You like him?" Ruby asked, looking happy for her older sister. Blake simply smiled her usual enigmatic smile before following Weiss. Yang clenched her fists.
"I hate it when she gets in the last shot. And yeah, maybe I do like him."
"That's great!"
"Yeah, it is."
"But what about the rules?" Ruby asked, displaying a rare moment of foresight. Yang displayed a rare moment of foresight as well.
"Screw the rules, I have blonde hair."
Demyx found that he actually needed to do some research into other worlds before jumping into the relaxation phase. Munny wasn't accepted as currency, so the hapless Nobody found himself as a street performer. He made a large amount of Lien, the currency of Vytal, and then went off to buy his clothes. He'd gotten himself a baggy blue sweatshirt and jeans, and impulsively bought a red sweatshirt for Axel. He then went to a restaurant and found that his impulse buy didn't leave him with enough money to pay, so he simply did the old dine-and-dash trick he often employed in other worlds. This had left him with very little money and a criminal record, so street performing was no longer a money-making option. On top of it all, he had broken a sweat. In a fit of fear, he stole a bottle of water from a store and dumped it on his head. Demyx now found himself staring at a large TV in the center of the town, hoping they'd show something funny, not knowing that the TV was only for news. However, he did gleam some interesting information from it.
"Crime boss Roman Torchwick has managed to evade authorities yet again after robbing another Dust shop. What he wants is unclear, but the Vale Police Department are putting every man and woman on the manhunt for Torchwick and expect to bring him to justice soon. Back to you, Lisa." Demyx tuned out as a white-haired newswoman announced some cultural event.
"Of course! All I have to do is become a crime boss, and then I can get whatever I want! Maybe I can bump off Saix, always yelling at me for not doing work...I don't do work, Saix! Work is not how I roll! Playing the sitar is how I roll!" Demyx rambled, walking off into the night. As he entered a dark alley, he summoned his beloved sitar.
"Ah, my sitar...at least you understand me. Now, to pull off a big heist. Dance water dance!" Demyx strummed a melody on his sitar and a massive jet of water propelled him into the air.
"I'm doing this for you, Torchwick. Don't leave me hanging," he muttered, flying over the shocked citizens of Vale as he looked for a fancy store to rob.
I'M THINKING OF MAKING SCENES WITH DEMYX A REGULAR THING. I SHOW WHAT'S GOING ON AT BEACON, AND THEN I GIVE A QUICK PEEK INTO THE LIFE OF MY FAVORITE ORGANIZATION XIII MEMBER. AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THAT DEMYX, LIKE AXEL, DEVELOPED A HEART OF SORTS, OR AT LEAST DELUDED HIMSELF INTO BELIEVING HE DOES? HE FEELS SO DIFFERENT FROM THE REST OF THE ORGANIZATION MEMBERS, EVEN WHEN HE THROWS ASIDE HIS EMOTIONAL DISGUISE. THAT'S WHY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. UNLIKE THE REST OF THE ORGANIZATION, DEMYX LIVES FOR THE PRESENT AND VALUES THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE, LIKE HIS HAIR AND HIS SITAR.
ALSO, DID ANYONE GET MY NOT-SO-SUBTLE YU-GI-OH ABRIDGED REFERENCE? YANG IS SUCH A GREAT CHARACTER TO WRITE FOR BECAUSE SHE CAN SAY PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING AND IT WON'T BE OUT OF CHARACTER, AT LEAST NOT THAT MUCH.