A.N. Alright so I did some thinking. I'm not entirely sure if I'll put any lemons in this story. Anyway, read and review. If I don't start getting feedback, then I might just scrap the story. So REVIEW! Now on with the story.

Michael pried his eyes open as the beeping of the alarm woke him up. He sat up and stretched. He looked out the window and sighed. He probably would go back to bed if he didn't have something to do right then. He stood up and pulled on a simple white sleeveless shirt and and a pair of athletic shorts. He pulled on socks and running shoes before opening the door to team JNPR.

"Hey you guys," he hissed. Jaune and Pyrrha were still asleep, Jaune having forgotten to charge his scroll and Pyrrha having sleepily hit snooze. He rolled his eyes. Pyrrha could sleep if she wanted, but Jaune needed to get his ass out of bed.

"Jaune!" He hissed.

"No," Jaune muttered. "Gimme back my ice cream." Michael snickered. He walked back into his room and pulled out a pouch of Ice Dust. He took a pinch of it and swallowed. Carefully he started to burn it. Burning was his term for using the dust that he ingested. His core body temperature dropped and his hands began to get a coating of Ice. He couldn't get frostbite by burning dust as his semblance automatically protected him. He walked over to Jaune and placed a freezing hand on his neck.

"Gah!" Jaune shouted as he jolted, throwing himself of the bed in the process. Pyrrha sluggishly woke up with her hair askew.

"Oh No!" She shouted. "We're late!" She jumped out of her bed and saw Michael.

"I'm sorry," she apologised.

"Yeah same," Jaune moaned on the floor as he rubbed his head.

"I just wish I had a video camera," Michael snickered.

"I'm glad you don't," Jaune moaned.

"PANCAKES!" Nora shouted as she jolted up to a sitting position. "Oh hi! What are you doing?"

"Michaels gonna put me through hell," Jaune quipped sarcastically.

"No," Michael snarked. "I'll just make you wish I was." This was met with another groan by Jaune.

"Let's get this over with," Jaune whined. Michael allowed himself to change to his normal form and the shirt he was wearing became much tighter, but not overly so.

"That is seriously unfair," Jaune whined.

"No," Michael denied. "These are all muscles that I got from hard work, no extra boosting."

"How does that work?!" Jaune complained.

"I'll explain it never," Michael countered.

"Fine, as long as you tell me," Jaune said as he missed the real meaning of what Michael said.


"Well?" Jaune gasped as he sat down against the wall after a grueling training session.

"Your overall fitness is pretty good," Michael began. "But you haven't got much besides mediocrity." He turned to Pyrrha. "How fast could you run a lap around the track in full armor?"

"I don't know," Pyrrha avoiding the question.

"Then give a guess," Michael pushed on.

"I'd say a minute? Maybe a bit less?"

"That's probably a little higher than your time actually is," said Michael. "But anyway, Jaune, your time for one lap was one minute and thirty seconds. That's rather slow for a hunter."

Jaune looked down dejectedly. "But if you actively work at this, you'll be getting better in no time." He looked at the clock. "Alright, we have classes soon, so let's hit the showers."

"But you didn't do anything," Jaune argued.

"Fine, what do you want me to do?" Michael said good naturedly.

"How about you hit the training dummy," Jaune asked. "And how'd you do the cold hands thing?"

"I'll show you if you want," Michael said. He walked over to a pile of dummy cartridges. They had small amounts of dust, but not enough to cause any real harm. He opened one that held Fire Dust and poured it into his hand. He dumped the Dust into his mouth and swallowed.

"What are you doing?!" Jaune shrieked.

"Give me a moment," Michael said as his body began to burn the dust. His veins in his arms began to glow a deep red. He walked over the the dummy and reared back his fist. As he punched forward into the dummy's midsection, fire wreathed his hand. The fist connected and an explosion of fire ignited. The dummy was sent flying and several burnt areas were seen. Michael walked back towards the other two and sneezed. Fire blew out and they jumped away.

"Sorry," Michael apologised. "My bad." They were still hanging back. "The dust's already been burned guys, I'm not going to catch fire or anything."

"But how did you…?" Pyrrha asked.

"A helpful part of my semblance. I can do what I call burning. I take dust and I use it which causes me to take on some properties from it."

"Is that how you pranked me?" Jaune asked. "Dammit. If you and Yang worked together, you'd be the most dangerous in Beacon." He turned and the three of them walked towards the showers.


Students walked among the red leaved trees. Professor Goodwitch was leading the groups and each student was handed a jar.

"You're here because Professor Peaches asked you to bring samples from the trees," the blonde turned back to the students. "I'm simply here to make sure none of you die while doing so."

"Really feel the love," Michael whispered. A few of the others snickered. "You all need to fill one jar with the red sap. This forest is full of grimm so stay by your teammates. We'll rendezvous back here at four o'clock." The others each took a jar and began to walk through the forest to gather sap. Michael saw Cardin and his team wandering off with a few more than four jars.

"Just what are you up to?" He wondered. Quietly he followed them and watched as they filled up six jars in total. As they continued on, he filled up his jar before following them. Finally they stopped at a ridge that was overlooking the others.

"Got those wasps ready?" He heard Cardin ask. Michael wasted no time in climbing down to the others. He watched as Cardin hefted a jar of sap and took aim. Cardin threw the jar and it flew directly towards Pyrrha.

"Watch out!" Michael cried as he dove in front of Pyrrha and caught the jar. He stood up and smiled before feeling something smash against his back. Glass cut into his skin and sap covered his clothes. Immediately he heard a buzzing and turned to see a horde of bugs flying at him.

"Hold this please," he asked Pyrrha before handing her the two full jars he had and taking off into a run. He hardened his skin and altered his leg structure to allow him faster speeds. No longer was the swarm gaining on him, but he wasn't getting any farther away.

"Shit, shit, shit," he cursed. "Where's some water?!" He continued to run. Finally he ripped the shirt off his back and threw in at a tree. The swarm followed the shirt and Michael laughed. "Why didn't I think of that sooner?"

A growl interrupted him and he found an immense Ursa standing in front of him. Other growls echoed around and he found himself surrounded. Grimm glared at him hungrily and several barked to each other. A large ursa split off the group and turned towards the way that Michael had come. He needed to keep the other's attention or his teammates would be in danger.

"Hey!" he called. They all turned back to him. Several growled. A beowolf slinked closer. It leaped and Michael caught it. He turned and slammed it into the ground. Immediately the other grimm attacked. He dodged the worst but was cut by their claws and fangs. His semblance began to heal him quickly, but not the same. His skin around the wounds turned black and bony plates began to grow on his back. An ursa paw smashed his face and shattered his bones. As his face knitted itself back together, and bony plate formed a mask over it. Horns grew from the top before curving back over his head and pointing back up. His stature grew as his bones were shattered and reformed. His hands were no longer hands but heavy paws with razor sharp claws. His entire back and chest were covered in bony plates and spikes ran down his spine. His legs were more canine and his eyes were no longer his own. They were blood red with a yellow center. No pupil or iris, but a solid yellow glow. He roared and renewed his attack taking out his pain on the grimm in front of him. His claws and teeth ripped into the grimm. A beowolf was crushed under his paw, while another had it's throat ripped out by his teeth. His thoughts began to dim until he only had two thoughts. Kill the monsters and protect his friends. An ursa swiped at him and he spun under the arm. He grabbed the arm, braced a foot against the grimm's side and pulled. With a tearing sound and a roar of pain, he ripped the arm right off. He plunged his clawed hands into the ursa's chest and pulled in opposite directions. Again the sound of tearing, and the ursa was ripped apart. He looked around and saw nothing but dissolving carcasses of grimm.

A rustle and a call came from the forest, but he could no longer understand the words. He readied himself for danger and waited. A figure walked out. It was a girl in a bright red hood. She had a small scratch on her cheek. She saw him and froze. He tilted his head. She had silver eyes. He took a small step forward and crouched down on all fours. She held something in her hands. It could be dangerous, but for some reason, he did not feel threatened. He took a few steps forward. She took a step back. He stopped. He took another step forward. She didn't move. She made a sound he couldn't understand. He reached out a paw slowly. She winced, and tightened her grip on the object. He carefully ran what was left of his finger along the cut. She didn't move.

Another rustle. More sounds. Michael tried to pull the girl away from the rustling, but she pulled against him. He relented and backed away but did not move too far away. Another girl burst out of the bushes. She was much taller than the first girl and was blonde. She looked at him and readied herself to battle. While the first girl didn't seem threatening, this girl did. He took a step forward and she leaped at him with a speed he was unprepared for. The blow shattered his jaw and knocked him back into a tree. He shakily stood up and when she leaped at him again, he swatted her out of the air. He heard more rustling and more people emerged from the forest. He held his jaw and felt it slowly piecing itself together. The first girl looked at him and her eyes widened. She ran for him, but not threateningly. She seemed almost worried about him. Many of the others pulled out weapons and aimed. They fired and she was in front of them. Michael wasted no time in pulling her out of the way and letting the bullets hit him. Several bone plates cracked under the assault before he turned to look at them. He growled as the plates repaired themselves and some became spiked. The girl ran out again and he grabbed her. He pulled her behind him. He saw some that he for some reason he knew that he had to protect, but they weren't in danger. He growled and they shrank back. They were still wary, but something was different.

Suddenly the girl was in his face. She was making noises, while looking into his eyes. A foggy memory surface. Her name. Her name was ruby. She was the youngest one here. She had a sister named Yang. Who was Yang?

"Mi-el," he heard something different. He listened. "M-ch-l." Something… different. "MICHAEL!" He heard it! What was it? It was his name! She was calling his name. Why? "Michael I know you're there!" He blinked. His memories began to trickle back in. He was Michael. He went to school with these people. And this was not him!

He lurched away and grasped his head. The others gasped. He moaned in pain as the bony plates began to recede and the horns shrank. His eyes screwed themselves tight as he growled in pain. His bones began to snap and pop as muscles deflated. The blackness began to remove itself and he shrank back down to his normal size. He hunched over on the ground as the last of the pieces snapped back into place and he returned to normal. He gasped in pain.

"Thanks," he breathed out. "I needed that. Shakily he came to a kneeling position. He stood and turned holding his head with one hand. Some wouldn't look at him and were blushing. Others stared openly as they blushed. Then he noticed the shreds of cloth that littered the ground. Hurriedly he covered himself. "Well, shit." He reddened. "Does anyone have an extra pair of pants?" He asked sarcastically.

A roar and a blonde missile slammed into him shattering his jaw again. He skidded to a tree and saw Yang. Her eyes were red and she stood ready to fight something.

"Sorry Michael," she huffed. "Now where'd that monster go?"

"You really hate my face don't you?" Michael asked after healing his jaw. "And the monster's gone."

"Oh," Yang said simply. She turned to him and blushed. "Um, Ruby? Can I borrow your cloak?" Ruby kept her eyes averted as she handed Yang her cloak. Yang draped it over Michael's lower section.

"I'll make sure to wash it for you Ruby," Michael reassured her.

At this time, the Professor saw fit to turn back around. "Now how to get you back to the bullhead with your… current predicament?" The others each thought of a way, but some weren't very realistic. Some of those were to lend him some pants, but that had it's own problems.

"Ooh! I got it!" Nora shouted. "We'll put him in a backpack!" This was about to be dismissed but Michael stepped in.

"That should be doable," he said as he concentrated. He concentrated and slowly shrank down until he would be able to fit in the backpack.

"I guess that's that then," Yang said. Michael was wrapped up in Ruby's cloak, and she tried to pick him up but found him much heavier. "What the hell?!"

"Oh yeah," Michael spoke up. His voice was much higher. "I'm just more dense. I'm a little lighter, but not much."

"Thanks for the warning," Yang quipped.

"You're welcome," Michael said all too cheery.


With everything finished, the students all left for their dorms. Michael was dropped in his room still in Ruby's cloak. "Let me just get some pants on. I'll bet you want some answers." The others closed the door and he simple returned to normal. He pulled on a pair of athletic shorts and rolled his neck. Several cracks could be heard. He opened the door and both teams spilled in.

"Alright so you know about my semblance?" He asked. They nodded. "Subconsciously, when I'm injured, my semblance heals the wound and adapts so that I'm protected against such injuries. Of course, this wears away most of my ability to think. As such, I became that beast you saw.

"You didn't hurt me though," Ruby said.

"I was aware enough to recognise you as someone who I didn't want to hurt, but rather protect," Michael explained. "Though truly, you were the reason that I came back from that. Most of the time, if I had been in that form, I would be running around for at least a few days."

"Does it happen often?" Weiss asked.

"Nah," Michael shrugged. "Not really. It depends on the circumstances."

"I guess it only happens in GRIMM situations?" She said with a smirk. Michael snickered. "Yeah, I guess so." Everyone stared at him.

"DIBS!" Yang called.

"What?" Michael asked.

"You laughed at my pun!" Yang exclaimed. "And I called dibs."

"I don't think that's how that works," Michael said as he began to sweat.

"Just because he laughed at one pun doesn't make him yours," Weiss fumed.

"Is the little princess jealous?" Yang cooed.

"No!" Weiss shouted. She blushed. "It's just that you can't claim him just because he has a horrible sense of humor you dunce."

"Can we talk about something else?" Michael asked as he looked for help.

"How about we play a game?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah!" Michael grasped the lifeline. "Sure. What game?"

"Truth or dare!" Ruby cheered.


Michael was sitting between Weiss and Yang. The tension was so thick he thought he would suffocate. Everyone was sitting in a circle in team RWBY's room. Nora was laughing and smiling while Pyrrha had a small smile. Ruby had a package of Oreos that she was munching on. Jaune looked confused, but had a shaky smile.

"Alright who's first?" Ruby asked. No one answered. "Fine. Hmmm. Pyrrha! Truth or dare?"

Pyrrha shifted. "Um, truth?"

Ruby smiled. "Alright. Do you have a crush on someone in this room?"

"Geez Ruby, you are ruthless," Yang commented.

"Yes," Pyrrha answered. Ruby smiled. "Nora truth or dare?"

"Daaaareeee!" Nora sang.

"I dare you too… um… steal a cookie from Ruby," Pyrrha said.

"No!" Ruby snarled. "Mine!"

"Boop!" Nora said as she poked Ruby's nose. When Ruby reached up with her hand, Nora stole a cookie.

"Noooooo!" Ruby whined. Nora ate the cookie with a grin.

"Alright Weiss!" Nora shouted. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare!" Weiss said confidently.

"I dare you tooooooo… give Michael a kiss!" She said with a devilish smirk. Weiss blushed hard.

"O-okay," she said with all bluster gone. Michael was worried. Something was going to go wrong any minute. She slowly leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Awwww," Nora whined.

"No!" Weiss replied. "That counts! You never specified!"

"Fine," Nora conceded. Yang was smirking and Ruby was a little less jubilant than before, though that could be because of the cookie still.

"Blake!" Weiss said.

"Truth," Blake answered quickly.

"Um," Weiss paused. "What's really in the book Ninja's of Love?" She smirked.

"Can I get a pass?" Blake asked with a blush. "I think we should all get a pass."

"No!" Weiss said. "I didn't get a pass! Why should you get one?"

"Because I said so!" Blake defended.

"Answer the question!" Weiss snapped.

"It's a story… about ninjas… that have to do… a dangerous mission!" She said. Obviously she was choosing her words carefully. "If you want more, then you have to read it."

"I suppose that's the best I'll get from you," Weiss sighed.

"Uh, Jaune!" Blake said. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth?" Jaune halfway asked.

"Ummm," Blake was at a loss. "What is your greatest fear?"

"That a Bullhead will crash while I'm in it," Jaune said. "Michael."

"Truth," he answered.

"Same question," Jaune shot back.

"Betrayal," he mutter under his breath.

"What?" Yang asked.

"Um, needles," he said. "I hate needles." No one believed him, but they didn't contradict him. He really did hate needles, but they weren't his greatest fear.

"Okay. Ruby," he decided.

"Truth," Ruby answered. She was back to her cheerful self.

"Okay," he paused. "What made you not attack me?"

This made her pause. "I don't know. I just didn't really feel in danger. I don't know why, but I felt like I was safe. I recognised your semblance later, but that was it."

"Okay that makes sense," Michael acknowledged.

"Yang!" Ruby called.

"Dare!" She boasted.

"I dare you to shout something silly out the window," Ruby smiled.

"Deal!" She walked to the window and threw open the panes. "Apple pie is better that peach cobbler!" She shouted. She laughed and closed the shutters. A knock on the door interrupted them. They opened it to reveal Professor Goodwitch.

"I'm here to remind you that there are others trying to sleep," she tapped her riding crop against her leg. "So lest I need to tell you again, the next time will result in detention." The others cringed. She walked away and they shut the door.

"Maybe we should go to sleep," Michael suggested. The others agreed. No one wanted to have detention.

A.N. Alright so here is the next chapter. There was a bit of fluff in here and some shenanigans that they got into. Please review so I have feedback, and have fun waiting for the next chapter.