Dealing with others emotions often leaves no room for your own.

Xander had experienced so many different emotions via his semblance. The ability to feel what others felt was a mixed blessing and curse. His empathy let him feel everything someone else felt whether they were positive or negative emotions. At first, feeling so many different emotions at once had made it difficult for him to even know what his own. However, as time passed, Xander learned how to overcome this and how to use his semblance not only for others, but for himself as well.

Able to feel the emotions and intents of someone as soon as they appeared, he was able to always be one step ahead in combat. He never allowed his opponents to land a blow while dealing his own devastating attacks. Xander become a skilled fighter with the help of his semblance and he was only thirteen.

Xander had felt many of his own emotions before and after he unlocked his semblance…

Annoyance when his mother and brother used to tease him. Boredom when there was nothing interesting on TV. Despair and grief when his mother died. Anger, helplessness, and shock when his brother was kidnapped by the White Fang. Powerlessness, frustration, stress, and worry when he couldn't find any leads on his whereabouts no matter how many White Fang members he fought and defeated. Envy and sadness when he passed a happy family on the street.

… but none were like the emotions of the fourteen-year-old girl staring down the barrel of his revolver. Anxiety, self-doubt, fear, guilt, pain, shame, tension, worry, and hate. Hate for herself. Her expression was hidden by the white mask of the organization that had kidnapped his brother, but the turbulent emotion he sensed from her caused him to hesitate in shooting her.

Five men wearing White Fang masks as well charged into the city square as the two teens stood in a standoff. There attention focused on the girl, who shifted her body sideways so her back was not facing either side. Her gaze remained locked with his even hidden by her mask.

"Tired of running, you damn bitch!" One of them swore, stomping towards.

Her cream wolf ears stood up straight at the insult before flattening against her skull in rage and fear. The man grabbed her by the arm in a sling only to jerk back in pain, a strand of electricity briefly connecting the two of them.

"Guess you really are tired, huh? That barely stung," The man boasted and reached down to draw the sword from his waist.

She spun around behind the man and hooked the man's legs out from under him with the backside of one of her doublesided guan dao's blades. Xander's eyes flickered to the weapon in recognition of his brother's weapon design before once again locking gaze with this strange girl.

"Did that sting?" She asked the fallen man, resting the sharp tip of her weapon at his throat.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. His fear was far stronger than Xander expected from him when he was faced with a girl almost half his size.

"Well, which one of you, five gentlemen is next?" She asked confidently, glancing between the four remaining White Fang members back to Xander.

Despite the confidence in her tone, Xander could feel her doubt and fear. He lowered his revolvers with a slight tilt of his head. The motion seemed to unnerve her and she quickly broke their staring contest to turn to the charging White Fang members. Xander's grip tightened on his revolvers as he sent the hate and bloodlust from the four men along with fear. His hesitation remained and he watched as she tried to fight them off with only one arm to wield her cumbersome weapon. The faunus she tripped earlier joined the fight abruptly by grabbing her ankle and tripping her. Her white mask slid across the ground and came to a stop at Xander's feet. Xander's eyes hardened as he made his decision, spinning his revolvers by their trigger guards and transforming them into their hatchet forms.

His booted foot slammed into the face of the man that tripped her, the man's nose breaking beneath the blow that knocked the man out cold. The back of one of his dual hatchets crashed into the face of another - no doubt breaking teeth - while the second one caught another faunus in the stomach with the bladed-side. The man's aura was the only thing preventing Xander from disemboweling him.

Xander tilted his head to smile down at the girl warmly. Without the mask he could see that her bright blue eyes were wide in shock. He turned to face the other two faunus, making sure he placed himself between them and the girl. One of them let out an almost animalistic snarl as he charged Xander with a thin red-bladed short sword. Recognizing the color of the blade as an Aura slicer, the thirteen-year-old quickly reacted to avoid a blow. Spinning one of the hatchet's, blade folding back into the revolver forms grip, he fired a shot towards the second White Fang member who tried to circle behind him.

The man let out a strangled cry as the specialized bullet impacted his thigh. His muscles spasmed briefly as he fell, stunned by the electrical charged bullet. With only the sword-wielder still standing, Xander was more confident in engaging in close combat. Hatchet-revolvers dancing in flashes of green and silver. It wasn't Xander who took the man out though.

A blast of wind rushed past Xander and slammed into the chest of the White Fang member to send him flying across the square and through a shop window. Surprised, Xander turned to look at the girl. She had transformed her weapon into its rifle forms and braced it on her wounded arm to fire.

"Nice shot," He complimented and held out a hand to her.

She glanced at his hand suspiciously and didn't take it. "Why-"

"-Did I help you?" He finished for her still holding his hand to her. "Why not?"

"But you were going to shoot me?"

"I was going to shoot a bloodthirsty killer. Which you aren't, unlike these guys?"

She flinched at his words and he felt her disagreement and doubt about what he had said. Her self-loathing increased until even Xander felt like hating her for a moment. Shaking off her feelings and reminding himself of her own, he continued holding out his hand and smiling gently at her. Slowly and warily, she finally accepted and let him pull her to her feet.

"The name's Alexander, Alexander Irving, but you can just call me Xander."

"Natsuki Sora."

"Hate yourself a little less and I'm sure we'll get along just fine."

She stared at him in complete bafflement and surprise. "W-wh-wh-"

"The word you are looking for is 'what'. Now come on, you look like a mess and I bet your arm is hurting something awful."

Xander belongs to my boyfriend and was created specifically for this story. His picture can be found on my deviantart 3wolfheart4. The only one who doesn't currently have a picture is Nickolas and I plan to get that drawn soon. For those of you waiting for chapter three of The Guardian Spirit Trilogy, I hope to have it finished within the next week, but it may come out later as I am busy moving into the college dorms, college starts Monday, and I have work on the days I'm not attending classes. Becoming an adult is a new and terrifying experience. Anyways, I hope you all have a wonderful day.

-Wolf