Flames engulfed the building a little boy once called home, illuminating the earth in an orange light. The bodies of his parents laid on the ground in front of him, their hands gripping tightly to their weapons even as the blood from their dead bodies slowly spilled out in a great pool of crimson. Men and women in heavy armor glared down on the boy with weapons in hand, determined to end what they had started. All of them were human.
The boy growled at the men as he stood in a puddle of blood, a claymore held in his hands. Four bodies surrounded him, each one having fallen in battle already.
"Why!?" He screamed at the humans like a wounded animal. "What did we do!?"
One of the men stepped forward, a lance in one hand and a heavy shield in the other. "It's not what you've done." He said in a deep, rich voice. "It's what you will do. In order for humanity to survive, you shall die." He and five more advanced, forming a ring around the boy. The child was no more than eight, yet as they've seen he was extremely dangerous.
The boy howled with rage, his vision going red. The sword fell from his hands as he threw his arms out to the sides and howled to the sky, the sound becoming more animalistic as it went on. His arms became more muscular and hairy, his fingers extending in length and his fingernails sharpend, becoming claws. His legs went through the same changes, his feet the same as the hands. His torso became more hunched, a lighter coat of fur growing on his chest than on his back. His head became more like that of a wolf's, his teeth becoming sharper and more jagged. His eyes glowed red, the madness taking over his mind. White spines started to sprout of his arms and legs while white bone-like plating forming on his head and the back of his neck. When the transformation was done the boy resembled an alpha beowolf.
The man who had spoken scowled and squared his shield in front of himself. "This ones a higher ranking than his parents. be careful."
"You..." The wolf growled. "You will pay. I was holding back... but now that their dead there's no point on playing nice. You will pay.. You will pay... YOU WILL PAY!"
The wolf charged at one of the men, screaming, determined to rip them each limb from limb. The man he charged at swung his battle axe, staring wide eyed as the metal bounced off of the wolf's fur as if it were made of paper. The wolf leapt on the man and started to rip at him, metal and bone flying from his prey's body. The man didn't even have time to scream before he died.
Gunshots rang out in the black of the night as one of the men opened fire, his bullets merely glancing off of his target. The wolf turned from the corpse and glared at the gun man, causing the man to freeze with fear. The man stumbled as he turned to flee, only to be tackled to the ground as the wolf ran, faster than they could track, and pounced on him. He screamed, only to be silenced as the wolf's teeth sunk into his throat. The last three that had stepped up to fight him tried to attack the wolf but their weapons failed, their sharp edges to dull to put a scratch on it's hide. The wolf spun around and snarled before he slashed at them. They attempted to dodge back but the wolf gave chase, slashing out with his claws viciously. One of the men tried to block with his sword only for the weapon to be torn from his grip. A second slash dug deep into waist and he fell to the ground. The wolf stopped for a second and slashed his claws through the man's head.
"Retreat!" The man with the lance yelled, turning tail and fleeing. Those that were watching the fight ran, the remaining warrior who had followed him into battle close behind the lance users tail. He didn't make it far, however, when the wolf leapt fifteen feet in the air and landed on him, tearing him to shreds as he screamed. The lance user never looked back.
After the man's screams silenced, the wolf staggered off of the body. Only his rage had allowed him to fight for so long, but now overexertion forced the transformation to reverse. "You will... You will pay..." The boy panted as he fell to his knees and watched as the men disappeared into the darkness. Then his body failed him and his vision went black.
Kyle Fenrir had lost everything on that blood soaked night.
"Okay Ozpin, tell me why I'm here." I told the headmaster as I took a seat next to him. The grey haired man didn't answer, taking a sip out of his coffee mug as he stared out the window. I sighed and followed suit, gazing out on the water. we were on the second airship into vale, just as Ozpin had told me to do.
Ozpin didn't talk for the entire trip, only speaking up when we neared Vale. "Follow me and don't ask questions." He ordered. I grumbled internally, getting restless. Why did he have to be so cryptic? He should just spit it out already.
We disembarked the airship when it landed and Ozpin took off at a brisk walk while I followed close behind. Ozpin lead the way through town, seeming to take a random path that winded all throughout the city. At one point I could have sworn we had even walked in a big circle. Eventually Ozpin led me to a small out of the way cafe and ordered himself a coffee before turning to me.
"I don't like coffee." I told him. He raised an eyebrow before ordering me a chocolate shake. We took our drinks to an outdoor table on the second floor.
We sat in silence for a time while we drank our respective brews. Then Ozpin spoke again. "I suppose you want to know why I've dragged you out here." He said, placing his mug on the table.
"That, and why you brought a mug if we were going to a coffee shop." I said. The headmaster chuckled.
"I get away with it because I'm a regular here." He said. Didn't surprise me. "My coffee habits aside, let me get to the point."
"You shouldn't be at Beacon."
"What? Why?" I exclaimed.
Ozpin's calm demeanor didn't falter in the slightest. "It doesn't have anything to do with just you." Ozpin explained. "It has to do with your family. Yes, I knew you're family. They were all brilliant hunters, I'll never forget them."
"Like I'm going to believe something like that." I scoffed. There was no way a whole family could be on Beacon's banned list.
Ozpin sighed, suddenly looking tired. "I know a lot about you Kyle, more than you can guess." He stared into his coffee but his eyes saw something, somewhere else in time. "I know where you where born. I know who your parents were. I know that at the age of five you favored a wooden longsword, though it more of a greatsword for your small size. I know that you carried that sword everywhere you went and that your mother use to call you her little soldier. I know that when you broke your arm your father taught you how to set it, making you treat yourself. I know about the attack ten years ago that took your parents lives and almost took yours."
My eyes narrowed and my body tensed up. "How do you know about that?" I asked, sizing up the man in front of me. In his current state he didn't look like a threat, but I knew that the headmaster of Beacon would hardly be categorized as a push over. "Are you with those people in metal armor?"
"I'm not with the Templars." Ozpin said, meeting my gaze with one as hard as steel. "There goal merely overlaps with mine. But don't mix it for me being one of them."
"And how do I know I can trust you?" I asked, not relaxing in the slightest.
"Because if I was truly a Templar, I would have killed your parents when they were younger and we wouldn't be sitting here right now." Ozpin said. He rubbed his temple as if he had a headache. "I've known your family a long, long time. And in that time, I've been a close friend and ally with the Fenrir ever since I could remember. So in no way do I harbor the only remaining descendant ill will."
"There's that name again. Both you and... whatever that beowolf was called me that. But what does it mean?" My response seemed to confuse Ozpin at first, but somethings dawned on him.
"I guess it makes sense." He said, partly to himself. "You must have been to young to have been told the story." He paused as he thought, trying to figure out where to start. "Have you ever wondered why your body is so much more powerful than a normal person, far beyond even the enhanced abilities of a faunus? Why your parents started to train you just a few months after you could walk to control that strength of yours? It was common place for your family to be rather destructive when their young, so martial arts training was common place. Thought I remember Flint telling me you were rather gifted at it."
"Flint?" I asked.
"Your father." Ozpin answered. "He himself wasn't a Fenrir, but by the way he acted he might as well have been. Him and your mother were one hell of a pair when they were together." He started to look gloomy, even if his face was smiling. "No matter how many times I meet them, I can't help but be friends with them. Every generation, each always fated to end tragically."
"You still haven't told me anything." I said. "Backstory's great and all, but it still doesn't answer anything."
"I guess it doesn't." Ozpin admitted. "I'm just an old man thinking of old times." He smiled nostalgically before continuing with his story. "A long time ago, I met a kind man. The man taught me many things, a lot of them helped change my life and the life of others for the better. But in the end, some people saw the man as a monster instead of a savior. They hunted and killed the man, and continued to hunt and kill his descendants for many years. Eventually they became weak in numbers, their whole family dying out because some people were afraid of what they could do. I helped them the best I could, throwing their pursuers off course. But in the end they were always found, right up to extinction." His voice cracked at the end, a rare tear running down his face. "At least, that's what I had believed until I saw the footage of what happened in the emerald forest three days ago. And I must say, I'm pleased to see at least one of you survived."
I was silent for what felt like eternity as I worked what he said through my head, very few questions actually being answered. It felt as if for every question answered, two more took its place. "So why did you bring me here? You don't strike me as the kind of guy who would call me out for some coffee and a friendly talk."
Ozpin smiled slightly. "I have friends too, you know. But I guess I should just tell it to you now." He fixed me with a more grim look, his tears gone. "The Templars still hunt for you. And now they are closer than ever."
"And how do you know this?" I asked.
"Because your partner is a Templar." Ozpin replied. "And if I'm guessing right, she already reported what that beowolf called you." I fell silent, understanding the weight of what he had just said. Ozpin took another sip from his drink before he continued. "This is why I called you all the way out here away from her ears. I'm warning you now, its in your best interest to leave Beacon."
"Absolutely not." I said immediately. I got to my feet, knocking my chair over in the process. "If these Templars want me so bad, their going to have to kill me. Until then, I have my reasons for staying at Beacon and I'll be damned if I back out now."
I was surprised when Ozpin started laughing, the gloomy attitude that hung about him evaporating. "Just like Fenrir. I swear, your a spitting image of your ancestor. Doesn't care for his own safety and goes about his business without a care. That man did things I couldn't even dream of at the time, all while fending off those who didn't support him as if it was nothing." He chuckled and took a sip of his coffee before getting serious again. "I know why he fought though. So I have to ask, why do you want to become a hunter?
"Because it's what I was born to do." I replied immediately. "I don't know why, but I'm compelled to protect others who can't protect themselves. But there's more than that. I lost my home and family at a young age, and I managed to get another one. I know that second chances don't come easy, so I am determined to protect them. Their important to me, more important than anything else. I was raised by my parents, but I matured with these people. There is no one in the world that can replace them, and as long as I'm around nobody is going to touch them. Lucas, Nix, Sarah, Connor, Bruce, Kaze, and Brian. We are all nobodies, but we won't stay that way forever. One day we will emerge from the shadows of a dying society and we will become more than just garbage. And when we're done, we will be hunters."
"So in other words, you guys aspire to become top rated hunters because you don't like to live as garbage?" Ozpin asked, summarizing my speech.
"Eh, I just made all of that up." I replied. "We all have different reasons, I just wanted to say something inspirational."
"And why do You want to become a hunter?"
"Because I choose to. Everyone has free will, this is just the path I want." I decided to leave out the part about Little Red. Ozpin didn't have to know everything after all.
"That still doesn't the question." Ozpin pointed out. "I could already tell you came on your own accord, but you still hasn't told me the reason for you becoming a hunter."
I shrugged. "I don't know the reason myself. I remember my parents training me when I was young, and them telling stories about great men and women who came before me. That might be the reason, but it doesn't seem right to me. If I would try to pin down a reason, it feels like I was born to do this."
"Hmm." Ozpin took a sip of his coffee, thinking on my answer. "I guess that's one way to put it." he placed his cup down on the table and looked me in the eye. "Is there any chance of you leaving beacon?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"Nope." I replied.
"Captain on deck!" Isabella barked, jumping from her seat on the bed and snapping into a salute.
"At ease Isabella. This isn't the atlas military." I told her. Even in her school uniform, her size made her rather intimidating. She was a whole foot taller than me after all. "Anything happen while I was away?"
"Not really, it was Port's class after all." Lucas replied. He was sitting with his back to me at the desk, his books and papers spread out in front of him. "Hey, did you see Lily on the way up? She went to the bathroom half an hour ago and she still hasn't returned."
"No, I didn't." I replied. Liliruca and I haven't really talked much since I walked in on her changing. She hasn't even been able to look me in the eye without turning red. I'm still not sure if its from anger or embarrassment, probably both. "Has anyone gone to check on her?"
"I'm not going anywhere near her when the situation is potentially hazardous." Lucas replied strongly. "I don't have your dexterity, she would kill me with ease."
I couldn't help but agree that he wouldn't stand a chance at close range. He was the support of the group because he excelled at long ranged combat but was relatively week up close. "Fine. Isabella, come with me. lets go find our scout." Isabella agreed and we left Lucas to the safety of his homework.
We walked down the dorm hall to where the bathroom was at the end, Isabella going in to check while I waited outside. she came out a moment later, shaking her head before I could ask. Figuring she might have gone to another (yes, she does that. I think she really doesn't trust me.) after ten minutes and completely searching the dorm bathrooms on all floors we finally found Lily on the ground floor with none other than-
"L-Little Red." I said in surprise. Liliruca was currently walking with a group I've come to know as team RWBY, led by its name sake, Ruby Rose.
"Who?" Ruby asked, causing the blonde in her team to snicker.
"I think he means you, sis." The blonde said with a smile as she pushed the smaller girl forward. Little Red fidgeted with her skirt before she looked me in the eye, trying to hide behind her bangs.
"Oh, ermm..." Work, tongue, Work! "It's good to see you again. I was actually looking form my teammate. So yeah, there she is. I'll just be going..." I turned, bumping into Isabella and nearly falling over.
"Do I know you?" Ruby's words stopped me in my tracks. I remembered that I hadn't introduced myself before jumping out their window with a bunch of stolen food.
"I guess I didn't tell you my name last time." I said sheepishly, which is ironic since lamb is one of my favorite foods. I turned to face her again, scratching the back of my head and giving her one of my wolfish grins. "I'm Kyle. the wolf faunus from back then." She gave me another confused look. "You know, the guy who you and your uncle rescued off of the street and nursed back to health?" Even more confused look. same one who stole half your food and fled in the night while you guys were asleep?" The whole group gave me blank faces, completely silent until...
A left hook from a fiery blonde hit me square in the chin. And let me tell you, it hurt. Isabella stepped forward withe her hand on her weapon, stopping when I signaled her to stand down.
"So you remember?" I asked.
"No. I just felt like punching you since you claim to have stolen from us." Yang replied, shrugging. My heart fell, the knowledge of being forgotten sinking in and dragging me with it into the depths. Ok, it's a bit of an exaggeration, but it still hurt.
"Oh. Okay." I said, trying to keep myself up. It was a good thing she forgot about me since I left such a disgraceful display last time. "Well then, it's nice to.." I was cut off as the girl in the bow's scroll went off.
"I'm a cat, I'm a kitty cat. And I dance dance dance, and I dance dance- CLICK." With hands that moved faster than the eye could see, the girl retrieved her scroll and silenced it. I couldn't help but snicker as the girls started to giggle at the girls reaction. Bow's face started to glow bright red in embarrassment. There's nothing like someone else's displeasure to pull you out of sadness.
"What? Not fond of cats Blake?" Yang teased, poking at the girl.
"No, it's just.. Umm..." Blake stammered. "I just forgot to change the ringtone, alright!?"
"That song went out of style years ago." I said. "Why would you still have it as a ringtone?"
"I'm still a fan of the song." Blake argued, glaring at me. Wasn't quite intimidating with her face still red.
"Okay, okay." I said defensively, taking a step back. Flames engulfed the building a little boy once called home, illuminating the earth in an orange light. The bodies of his parents laid on the ground in front of him, their hands gripping tightly to their weapons even as the blood from their dead bodies slowly spread out in a great pool. Men and women in heavy armor glared down on him with weapons in hand, determined to end what they had started. All of them were human.
The boy growled at the men as he stood in a puddle of blood, a claymore held in his hands. Four bodies surrounded him, each one having fallen in battle already. "Why!?" He screamed at the humans like a wounded animal. "What did we do!?"
One of the men stepped forward, a lance in one hand and a heavy shield in the other. "It's not what you've done." He said in a deep, rich voice. "It's what you will do. In order for humanity to survive, you shall die." He and five more advanced, forming a ring around the boy. The child was no more than eight, yet as they've seen he was extremely dangerous.
The boy howled with rage, his vision going red. The sword fell from his hands as he threw his arms out to the sides and howled to the sky, becoming more animalistic as it went on. His arms became more muscular and hairy, his fingers extending in length and his fingernails becoming claws. His legs went through the same changes, his feet the same as the hands. His torso became more hunched, a lighter coat of fur growing on his chest than on his back. His head became more like that of a wolfs, his teeth becoming sharper and more jagged. His eyes glowed red, the madness taking over his mind. White spines started to sprout of his arms and legs while white bone like plating forming on his head and the back of his neck. When the transformation was done the boy resembled an alpha beowolf.
The man who had spoken scowled and squared his shield in front of himself. "This ones a higher ranking than his parents be careful."
"You..." The wolf growled. "You will pay. I was holding back... but now that their dead there's no point on playing nice. You will pay.. You will pay... YOU WILL PAY!" The wolf charged at one of the men screaming, determined to rip them limb from limb. The man he charged at swung his battle axe, staring wide eyed as the metal bounced off of the wolf's fur as if it were made of paper. The wolf leapt on the man and started to rip at him, metal and bone flying from his preys body. The man didn't even have time to scream before he died. Gunshots rang out in the black as one of the men opened fire, his bullets bouncing of of his target. The wolf turned from the corpse and glared at the gun man, causing the man to freeze with fear. The man stumbled as he turned to flee, only to be knocked to the ground as the wolf ran faster than they could track and jumped on him. He screamed, only to be silenced as the wolf's teeth ripped into his neck. The last three that had stepped up to fight him tried to attack the wolf but their weapons failed to even scratch it. The wolf spun around and snarled before he slashed at them. The attempted to dodge back and the wolf gave chase, slashing out with his claws viciously. One of the men tried to block with his sword only for the weapon to be ripped from his grip. A second slash dug deep into waist and he fell to the ground. The wolf stopped for a second and slashed his claws through the man's head.
"Retreat!" The man with the lance yelled, turning tail and fleeing. Those that were watching the fight ran, the remaining warrior who had followed him into battle close behind the lance users tail. He didn't make it far, however, when the wolf leapt fifteen feet in the air and landed on him, tearing him to shreds as he screamed. The lance user never looked back.
After the man's screams silenced, the wolf staggered off of the body. Only his rage had allowed him to fight for so long, but now over exertion forced the transformation to reverse. "You will... You will pay..." The boy panted as he fell to his knees and watched as the men disappeared into the darkness. Then his body failed him and his vision went black.
And with that, Kyle Fenrir had lost everything.
"Okay Ozpin, tell me why I'm here." I told the headmaster as I sat next to him. The grey haired man didn't answer, taking a sip out of his coffee mug as he watched out the window. I sighed and followed suit, gazing out on the water. we were on the second airship into vale, just as Ozpin had told me to do.
Ozpin didn't talk for the entire trip, only speaking up when we neared Vale. "Follow me and don't ask questions." He ordered. I grumbled internally, getting restless. Why did he have to be so cryptic? He should just spit it out already.
We disembarked the airship when it landed and Ozpin took off at a brisk walk while I followed close behind. Ozpin lead the way through town, seeming to take a random path that winded all throughout the city. At one point I could have sworn we had even walked in a big circle. Eventually Ozpin led me to a small out of the way cafe and ordered himself a coffee before turning to me. "I don't like coffee." I told him. He raised an eyebrow before ordering me a chocolate shake. We took our drinks to an outdoor table on the second floor.
We sat in silence for a time while we drank our respective brews. Then Ozpin spoke again. "I suppose you want to know why I've dragged you out here." He said, placing his mug on the table.
"That, and why you brought a mug if we were going to a coffee shop." I said. The headmaster chuckled.
"I get away with it because I'm a regular here." He said. Didn't surprise me. "My coffee habits aside, let me get to the point."
"You shouldn't be at Beacon."
"What? Why?" I exclaimed.
Ozpin's calm demeanor didn't falter in the slightest. "It doesn't have anything to do with just you." Ozpin explained. "It has to do with your family. Yes, I knew you're family. They were all brilliant hunters, I'll never forget them."
"Like I'm going to believe something like that." I scoffed. There was no way a whole family could be on Beacon's banned list.
Ozpin sighed, suddenly looking tired. "I know a lot about you Kyle, more than you can guess." He stared into his coffee but his eyes saw something, somewhere else in time. "I know where you where born. I know who your parents were. I know that at the age of five you favored a wooden longsword, though it more of a greatsword for your small size. I know that you carried that sword everywhere you went and that your mother use to call you her little soldier. I know that when you broke your arm your father taught you how to set it, making you treat yourself. I know about the attack ten years ago that took your parents lives and almost took yours."
My eyes narrowed and my body tensed up. "How do you know about that?" I asked, sizing up the man in front of me. In his current state he didn't look like a threat, but I knew that the headmaster of Beacon would hardly be categorized as a push over. "Are you with those people in metal armor?"
"I'm not with the Templars." Ozpin said, meeting my gaze with one as hard as steel. "There goal merely overlaps with mine. But don't mix it for me being one of them."
"And how do I know I can trust you?" I asked, not relaxing in the slightest.
"Because if I was truly a Templar, I would have killed your parents when they were younger and we wouldn't be sitting here right now." Ozpin said. He rubbed his temple as if he had a headache. "I've known your family a long, long time. And in that time, I've been a close friend and ally with the Fenrir ever since I could remember. So in no way do I harbor the only remaining descendant ill will."
"There's that name again. Both you and... whatever that beowolf was called me that. But what does it mean?" My response seemed to confuse Ozpin at first, but somethings dawned on him.
"I guess it makes sense." He said, partly to himself. "You must have been to young to have been told the story." He paused as he thought, trying to figure out where to start. "Have you ever wondered why your body is so much more powerful than a normal person, far beyond even the enhanced abilities of a faunus? Why your parents started to train you just a few months after you could walk to control that strength of yours? It was common place for your family to be rather destructive when their young, so martial arts training was common place. Thought I remember Flint telling me you were rather gifted at it."
"Flint?" I asked.
"Your father." Ozpin answered. "He himself wasn't a Fenrir, but by the way he acted he might as well have been. Him and your mother were one hell of a pair when they were together." He started to look gloomy, even if his face was smiling. "No matter how many times I meet them, I can't help but be friends with them. Every generation, each always fated to end tragically."
"You still haven't told me anything." I said. "Backstory's great and all, but it still doesn't answer anything."
"I guess it doesn't." Ozpin admitted. "I'm just an old man thinking of old times." He smiled nostalgically before continuing with his story. "A long time ago, I met a kind man. The man taught me many things, a lot of them helped change my life and the life of others for the better. But in the end, some people saw the man as a monster instead of a savior. They hunted and killed the man, and continued to hunt and kill his descendants for many years. Eventually they became weak in numbers, their whole family dying out because some people were afraid of what they could do. I helped them the best I could, throwing their pursuers off course. But in the end they were always found, right up to extinction." His voice cracked at the end, a rare tear running down his face. "At least, that's what I had believed until I saw the footage of what happened in the emerald forest three days ago. And I must say, I'm pleased to see at least one of you survived."
I was silent for what felt like eternity as I worked what he said through my head, very few questions actually being answered. It felt as if for every question answered, two more took its place. "So why did you bring me here? You don't strike me as the kind of guy who would call me out for some coffee and a friendly talk."
Ozpin smiled slightly. "I have friends too, you know. But I guess I should just tell it to you now." He fixed me with a more grim look, his tears gone. "The Templars still hunt for you. And now they are closer than ever."
"And how do you know this?" I asked.
"Because your partner is a Templar." Ozpin replied. "And if I'm guessing right, she already reported what that beowolf called you." I fell silent, understanding the weight of what he had just said. Ozpin took another sip from his drink before he continued. "This is why I called you all the way out here away from her ears. I'm warning you now, its in your best interest to leave Beacon."
"Absolutely not." I said immediately. I got to my feet, knocking my chair over in the process. "If these Templars want me so bad, their going to have to kill me. Until then, I have my reasons for staying at Beacon and I'll be damned if I back out now."
I was surprised when Ozpin started laughing, the gloomy attitude that hung about him evaporating. "Just like Fenrir. I swear, your a spitting image of your ancestor. Doesn't care for his own safety and goes about his business without a care. That man did things I couldn't even dream of at the time, all while fending off those who didn't support him as if it was nothing." He chuckled and took a sip of his coffee before getting serious again. "I know why he fought though. So I have to ask, why do you want to become a hunter?
"Because it's what I was born to do." I replied immediately. "I don't know why, but I'm compelled to protect others who can't protect themselves. But there's more than that. I lost my home and family at a young age, and I managed to get another one. I know that second chances don't come easy, so I am determined to protect them. Their important to me, more important than anything else. I was raised by my parents, but I matured with these people. There is no one in the world that can replace them, and as long as I'm around nobody is going to touch them. Lucas, Nix, Sarah, Connor, Bruce, Kaze, and Brian. We are all nobodies, but we won't stay that way forever. One day we will emerge from the shadows of a dying society and we will become more than just garbage. And when we're done, we will be hunters."
"So in other words, you guys aspire to become top rated hunters because you don't like to live as garbage?" Ozpin asked, summarizing my speech.
"Eh, I just made all of that up." I replied. "We all have different reasons, I just wanted to say something inspirational."
"And why do You want to become a hunter?"
"Because I choose to. Everyone has free will, this is just the path I want." I decided to leave out the part about Little Red. Ozpin didn't have to know everything after all.
"That still doesn't the question." Ozpin pointed out. "I could already tell you came on your own accord, but you still hasn't told me the reason for you becoming a hunter."
I shrugged. "I don't know the reason myself. I remember my parents training me when I was young, and them telling stories about great men and women who came before me. That might be the reason, but it doesn't seem right to me. If I would try to pin down a reason, it feels like I was born to do this."
"Hmm." Ozpin took a sip of his coffee, thinking on my answer. "I guess that's one way to put it." he placed his cup down on the table and looked me in the eye. "Is there any chance of you leaving beacon?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"Nope." I replied.
"Captain on deck!" Isabella barked, jumping from her seat on the bed and snapping into a salute.
"At ease Isabella. This isn't the atlas military." I told her. Even in her school uniform, her size made her rather intimidating. She was a whole foot taller than me after all. "Anything happen while I was away?"
"Not really, it was Port's class after all." Lucas replied. He was sitting with his back to me at the desk, his books and papers spread out in front of him. "Hey, did you see Lily on the way up? She went to the bathroom half an hour ago and she still hasn't returned."
"No, I didn't." I replied. Liliruca and I haven't really talked much since I walked in on her changing. She hasn't even been able to look me in the eye without turning red. I'm still not sure if its from anger or embarrassment, probably both. "Has anyone gone to check on her?"
"I'm not going anywhere near her when the situation is potentially hazardous." Lucas replied strongly. "I don't have your dexterity, she would kill me with ease."
I couldn't help but agree that he wouldn't stand a chance at close range. He was the support of the group because he excelled at long ranged combat but was relatively week up close. "Fine. Isabella, come with me. lets go find our scout." Isabella agreed and we left Lucas to the safe place of his homework.
We walked down the dorm hall to where the bathroom was at the end, Isabella going in to check while I waited outside. she came out a moment later, shaking her head before I could ask. Figuring she might have gone to another (yes, she does that. I think she really doesn't trust me.) after ten minutes and completely searching the dorm bathrooms on all floors we finally found Lily on the ground floor with none other than-
"L-Little Red." I said in surprise. Liliruca was currently walking with a group I've come to know as team RWBY, led by its name sake, Ruby Rose.
"Who?" Ruby asked, causing the blonde in her team to snicker.
"I think he means you, sis." The blonde said with a smile as she pushed the smaller girl forward. Little Red fidgeted with her skirt before she looked me in the eye, trying to hide behind her bangs.
"Oh, ermm..." Work, tongue, Work! "It's good to see you again. I was actually looking form my teammate. So yeah, there she is. I'll just be going..." I turned, bumping into Isabella and nearly falling over.
"Do I know you?" Ruby's words stopped me in my tracks. I remembered that I hadn't introduced myself before jumping out their window with a bunch of stolen food.
"I guess I didn't tell you my name last time." I said sheepishly, which is ironic since lamb is one of my favorite foods. I turned to face her again, scratching the back of my head and giving her one of my wolfish grins. "I'm Kyle. the wolf faunus from back then." She gave me another confused look. "You know, they guy who you and your uncle rescued off of the street and nursed back to health?" Still confused. "The same one who stole half your food and fled in the night while you guys were asleep?" The whole group gave me blank faces, completely silent until...
A left hook from a fiery blonde hit me square in the chin. And let me tell you, it hurt. Isabella stepped forward withe her hand on her weapon, stopping when I signaled her to stand down.
"So you remember?" I asked.
"No. I just felt like punching you since you claim to have stolen from us." Yang replied, shrugging. My heart fell, the knowledge of being forgotten sinking in and dragging me with it into the depths. Ok, it's a bit of an exaggeration, but it still hurt.
"Oh. Okay." I said, trying to keep myself up. It was a good thing she forgot about me since I left such a disgraceful display last time. "Well then, it's nice to.." I was cut off as the girl in the bow's scroll went off.
"I'm a cat, I'm a kitty cat. And I dance dance dance, and I dance dance- CLICK." With hands that moved faster than the eye could see, the girl retrieved her scroll and silenced it. I couldn't help but snicker as the girls started to giggle at the girls reaction. Bow's face started to glow bright red in embarrassment. There's nothing like someone else's displeasure to pull you out of sadness.
"What? Not fond of cats Blake?" Yang teased, poking at the girl.
"No, it's just.. Umm..." Blake stammered. "I just forgot to change the ringtone, alright!?"
"That song went out of style years ago." I said. "Why would you still have it as a ringtone?"
"I'm still a fan of the song." Blake argued, glaring at me. Wasn't quite intimidating with her face still red.
"Okay, okay." I said defensively, taking a step back. I knew from the last time I crossed a woman that their rather quick on the draw when angered. Speaking of which. "So anyway, we were just checking on Lily. Now that we know where she is, I think I'll just be going now." I turned and started to walk away.
"Okay. Well, see you around Kyle." Ruby called, still confused. I had to make a conscious effort not to start skipping with glee.
She said my name! She said my name! She said my- "You know where going in the wrong direction, right?" Isabella's whisper cut off my internal singing.
"Keep walking. We totally did this on purpose." I whispered back. Our little scenic route ended up taking us almost ten minutes to get back to our room.
Yo! Schools back in session and I can write again! Now, there might be a few changes in my posting speed, but it won't be much. Number one- I got a job. Number two- I got a girlfriend, and she's quite the beauty.
Ok, enough about me. The story's back! You can thank Xera Stark for helping me look over and edit the chapter. I'd go check him out guys, he's got even better work than I do.
Hope you enjoyed this long awaited chapter!