Disclaimer:I don't own RWBY. I only own the story, my OC, and the phone I am writing this on.

AN: So the reason this took so long was because I was writing a oneshot called Chibiborn. You guys should go check it out. So I noticed that I only had two reviews and two follows for the last chapter... sadness. Shoutout to CrackPairingLover and GoldSpark1 for reviewing. And OHMIGOSH! have you SEEN Volume 4!? Of course you have. Have you seen episode 4? Best episode of the volume. Well I'll let you read the chapter. (Hits update button.) Enjoy.

Monty smiled as he remembered the past few days. He had quickly healed up and since he had gotten released, the girls had been showing him around Beacon. They had done many things, but oddly, Ozpin had not called him up yet. With the Vytal Festival in a few days (the girls had made sure he knew about that) things were sure to get really exiting.

He laid back on Blake's bed. It was the only one he trusted in RWBY's room. For the past few days the Grimmborn had been just staying wherever while the girls went to their classes. He wished that he could have tagged along with them. It sure beat just sitting there all day. He hated when he had to do that.

BEGIN FLASHBACK

Monty sat there in his cell, counting the grains of dust through his hand. He didn't know numbers so he just made up his own number set with the words that he had been called. "Monster... beast... idiot... abomination... bi-" The door flew open. Monty stood up. Finally! He had been sitting in that room for days! He was grabbed by the arm and jerked out the door.

"C'mon," the person grabbing him growled. Monty obediently followed. It was better than being stuck in that cell!

Once outside the door, Monty was able to see what kind of man this was. It was only one of the masked men. The man yanked him down the hall as a second masked man joined them. He wore a red, glowing thing on his hip.

The second masked man looked at the first. "Are you ready?"

"Heck yeah. This beast has caused us enough trouble and I'm ready to put him down."

"Well you won't have to wait much longer. We're almost there."

Monty walked beside the two, unable to comprehend what was about to happen. All he knew was that he did not want to go back to the cell. He decided to be on his best behaviour.

A slight sound floated through the air. If Monty had known about it, he would have described the sound as musical. The two masked men did not seem to notice the sound. For the second time in his life, the Grimmborn felt calm.

Something caught Monty's eye. He watched as it floated down from the ceiling without a care in the world. It landed in front of the trio. "What the-" one of the men began. It was a white rose petal.

A stream of white petals burst through the vents like water through a dam and quickly enveloped the trio. Monty stared at all the twisting and turning which made elegant patterns in the air. It was beautiful!

The two masked men had the opposite reaction of Monty. They were scared to death. One man pulled out a red machete. The other a pistol. A flash of white and the sword and the hand that held it fell to the ground. Several of the petals were stained red. A second flash, a head rolled. More stained petals.

The masked man with the gun opened his mouth to scream. Instead of air, petals shot into his mouth and out his head. The masked man slumped to the ground in front of Monty.

Suddenly, the Grimmborn stumbled. He felt very sleepy. It might be a good time to take a nap. Monty slid to the floor and watched with heavy eyes, the dance of the red and white flowers. As his eyes closed, the petals made one, final pattern. The silhouette of a red woman in a white cape.

END FLASHBACK

Monty rolled out of the bed. All that memory did was make him mad. They were trying to kill him! If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be with RWBY right now. The Grimmborn walked out of the room. He needed something to punch.

Monty found his solace in the training room. Yang had showed him this place and told him that it was were the students came to train after classes. Thankfully, it had a punching bag.

The Grimmborn beat the punching bag mercilessly. Up, up. Down, down. Left, right. Left right. Kick, kick. One, two, three. One two three. On and on he went.

One was for the large man who restrained him. One was for the men who tried to kill him. One was for his caretaker who did those things to him. One was for the Beowolf hybrid who hurt Ruby. One was for the whitecoats who created him. One was for the red haired man who caused it all.

With that final punch, the punching bag snapped the chain and slammed into the wall, bursting on impact. Monty stood there. His chest heaved as he took in large breaths. Sweat trickled from him like he was a rain cloud. His right arm shifted from large and black back to its normal color and size.

"Nice." Monty spun around, surprised at not hearing anyone come in. It was as if his hearing had been turned off. The Grimmborn relaxed his guard as he realized that it was only Yang. She was leaned against the door frame.

"What you doing here?" he asked.

The blonde approached him. "Well, we just got out of class and Ruby was looking for you. I guessed where you were and decided to look for you." She looked at the punching bag slumped over on the wall. "Blowing off some steam, I see."

Monty looked at the girl quizzically. He had never heard that expression before. ''Blowing off steam." What did that mean?

"What's bothering you? I know you're not down here just to train."

The Grimmborn sighed. "I'm having these flashbacks. Each one is about how I was treated before you girls found me." He decided not to tell her about when extra things entered those flashbacks.

Yang's happy-go-lucky face dropped. "Well dang. I don't know how that feels. I wished I did, though, so I could help you feel better."

Monty looked at the blonde right in the eyes. Red on lilac. "No, you don't."

Her head dropped. "No, I don't."

Monty began to walk away. That girl had no idea what it was like to be in pain. Yang's head quickly popped back up. "But I know what can help."

The Grimmborn turned around to be met with her lips on his. He just stood there, stunned once again. He leaned into the kiss. Yang was right. It did help.

After a few moments, the two broke from each other. Yang smiled and wiped her lips. Monty had a dopey grin on his face. She had tasted really good. Kind of like those strawberries that Ruby had him eat.

The blonde looked at the punching bag that was still leaking sand. She looked back at the Grimmborn. "I've never seen anyone other than myself actually bust a punching bag before."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Heck yeah it is!" Yang began to get really excited. "Now we just need to get you to one punch status! One hundred push ups, one hundred sit ups, and a ten kilometre run each day!" Monty stared in horror.

AN: Annnd done. So we've got a little bit of shipping and a little bit of backstory. It looks like all is not what it seems. Cookies to anyone who caught the reference in this chapter. Please review and also tell me any grammar errors I might have. Ignore all that Monty says. Well until next time, GameboyNinjaUltimate Icarus, out. Bye.