Welcome back everyone to the tenth chapter of Detective Grimm! It is amazing me every day when I see the amount of support this story is getting, and I would like to thank you all very much for your support and kind words. Criticism is appreciated as well.
So, last chapter we left off with Diam running into Yang at the club. Misunderstandings were made, and now Yang has attacked Diam. Got a nice flick on the forehead and now is even more missed at our resident God of Darkness. I wonder how the rest of that is going to play out?
Beta: CrowSkull
Detective Grimm
Chapter 10- A Lesson Taught
Ozpin typed away at his computer, another late night it seemed it would be. With the first semester right around the corner and with all the initiates and applicants provided him as the headmaster of Beacon academy with a lot of work to get through. The loss of sleep was no stranger to him, quite the opposite actually. He was more than used to losing sleep all the time. Experience has taught him to grow more resilient and requiring of less rest.
He expected that would have some place in dulling his surprise when Glynda stormed into his office after midnight. She does not usually do this at all, and in fact this was the first time the strict woman ever did anything like this.
"Ozpin, we have a problem." Glynda said as the elevator doors opened and she leaned her hands on his desk approximately two seconds later.
Ozpin sighed and leaned back. He was fond of the woman, he really was. But she was compromised now by the God of Darkness himself. Any trust he had in her has been softened down to a near associate level.
"I am quite busy Miss Goodwitch, but I suppose I could spare some time for you-"
"One of our future students has attacked Detective Grimm's club." Glynda cut him off with a stern glare. Ozpin's mouth kept moving, but no words came forth.
After about a minute of processing this new information, Ozpin panicked and went back to his computer. Scrolling through files and Vale security cameras, stopping only when he reached the file named `Mister Grimm`. Upon clicking on the file his breath catches in his throat and a lump of fear built up from within his stomach.
This wasn't just some future student, this was Yang fucking Xiao Long. He did not curse often, even from within his own mind. But Yang was the daughter of one Taiyang Xiao Long, a once close friend and ally to him. Not to mention the niece of Qrow Branwen, his close friend and reliable ally against the forces of Salem. He felt like the situation warranted his slip up since said niece is currently causing trouble at quite possibly to worst place on Remnant to start trouble at.
He watched the security footage roll as the blonde stepped into the club, and after fast forwarding he saw the bouncer come flying out of the club. Then there was a flash of purple.
"I'll be going down there myself to." Ozpin declared as he grabbed his cane and stood up, fists clenching so tightly around the hook of his cane until they turned white. His heart was beating faster than it ever has been in a long time, ever since the reveal of the return of the God of Darkness.
"I'll come with you-"
"No, no that won't be necessary." Ozpin stopped his assistant as he gently pushed past her. He wouldn't want her to start trying to have sex with the man in the middle of the dance floor, he has already heard enough of his visits to her in the dead of night. He was wondering why Glynda has looked so uppity lately… "Stay here, that is an order." Ozpin said with a green face as the elevator doors closed. He couldn't press the button to go down to the first floor faster than he was already going.
As the elevator traveled down the tower, Glynda huffed and crossed her arms.
"Now what am I going to do for the rest of the night?"
Her eyes wandered toward the monitor resting on her boss's desk.
"Hm…" An idea formed within her mind. One that she might have been stressing herself over if she hadn't already done things much more… experimental before.
She wondered how long it would take for dear Ozpin to return as she sat down at his desk.
Diam caught Yang's fist with a single finger, causing her to widen her eyes in shock at the sight of one of her strongest punches getting manhandled without so much as a grimace or a drop of sweat to show his effort. Her world spun violently as she was flicked in the forehead, and sent flying through one of the expensive glass walls. She felt cuts and grazes all over her body, and now a massive headache because of how hard she was flicked in the forehead. But what was really more important was that she could feel the locks of hair that were cut from her head because of the sharp glass shards.
Other than that however, her semblance was charged up to the max after just one blow. Bursting out of the rubble, Yang roared as her eyes turned red and her blonde hair turned a pale flaming yellow color. Her aura flared, and her shotgun gauntlets deployed into action. While that might have intimidated lesser men, Diam Grimm was not a man.
"Cute, what are you going to do with those little things?" He taunted as he allowed a miasma of his own aura to shine through, purple running over his body like smooth water as he held his arms open just as much as his guard was. "Hit me? Shoot me? Oh please, make me feel something akin to excitement, it has been so long!"
"Rargh!" Yang roared, having enough of the club owners taunting as she fired one of her gauntlets behind herself and spun with her own momentum as she was launched through the air. She corrected herself and cocked her right arm back, teeth grit and eyes transfixed on her target.
She once again widened her eyes in shock as her attack not only was blocked effortlessly, but was blocked effortlessly by another single finger. Said finger barely moving as it kept the weight of her body along with the velocity of which she shot herself as well as her usual punching power. Only her punching power now was much more powerful than it would be normally because of her semblance.
Diam even had the audacity to yawn as gravity seemed to take hold, and she nearly fell flat on her front. Yang caught herself and pushed herself back up with a quick push up. Eyes still red and hair burning from the power this man has given her in a single flick, she reared back and through another punch at him.
Diam dodged this time, and with a smile on his face no less. Which bothered Yang to no end as the God in disguise continued to dodge her attacks. First it was a simple twist of his neck, his hair displacing as she threw another punch almost into the side of his head, and then her roundhouse kick was jumped over, even though she aimed for the body. When the purple man landed he stomped down on her leg. Pain screamed all the way up her leg as her aura prevented her shin from being broken. She pulled that leg back, and threw another wild and desperate punch directly into the nose of the horned man.
Her punch missed its target by a good few inches as he narrowly dodged again. Yang growled and made to pull her fist back, only to realize that she couldn't. When she looked to see what was wrong she was surprised to see that her arm was actually trapped in between of the twisted horns she has found her arm in the middle of. Diam laughed at her as he twisted his head roughly, using the muscles in his neck and upper shoulders solely to rotate Yang violently, and disorient her when she spun through the air like a childs toy.
It all went in slow motion for Detective Diam Grimm, the blonde bimbo of a girl with quite the revealing set of clothing spun through the air with reckless abandon, twisting quickly as her feet were lifted off of the ground. He reached his hand out to about an inch away from the girls stomach as she was spun to face him, and prompt palmed her on the skin of her stomach. He could actually see the aura flare up around the girls midsection as it protected her body from ruptured organs and broken bones.
Yang tasted blood in her mouth once she slammed into a wall, this time a wall of pure concrete. But even through all of the pain, she felt her semblance kick in once again. Just two strikes and she already is near her maximum power. It was crazy.
Who the hell is this guy!? Yang asked herself as she hesitantly and shakily stood back up on her own two feet. She was panting now, sweating like no tomorrow, and she has already lost more than a few strands of her hair because of his first attack. But she could not give up, not after finding the only person besides her uncle that might actually know where her biological mother was. The way his eyes narrowed into slits before widening into shock at some sort of recognition was enough to paint him as guilty. She was going to get that information, she was going to learn more about whoever this Raven Branwen was. All she needed to do was beat it out of this guy.
"You're not done yet?" The purple eyed man asked her, cocky grin never leaving his face as he took steps toward her. "My, I must be getting out of shape, usually people give up when they see just how massive the power difference between them and I is."
"I won't give up!" Yang screamed back at the man as she cut her hand through the air before her. "I'll never give up, if you want to get rid of me, you're going to have to knock me out or kill me."
If only she knew who exactly she was saying this too…
"That could be arranged." Diam's grin took a certain turn that admittedly sent shivers down Yang's spine. His expression didn't change in the slightest, just a curious tilt of his head as his deep purple glowing eyes stared into hers. She felt dizzy for a second, but shook herself out of it.
He was just one man, a very strong man at that, but he was still a man. He had to be. The only difference between him and some other people she has seen on the streets were his horns, and they barely made a person any stronger.
"Oh yeah?" Yang managed to match his cocky grin, giving one of her own as she spit blood and a lob of spit out of the corner of her mouth. "Try me."
Diam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he exhaled, he was already in front of her. Just fast enough that the blonde girl couldn't see him coming, and just slow enough that she saw him at the last second. Just as he wanted it to be.
Yang's eyes bulged out of her head as a fist was firmly planted into her midsection and she felt the uncomfortable urge to throw up whatever she had for breakfast that morning, and considering that it was past midnight she didn't want what she had that morning to come back up. Her aura held on, but did nothing for the pain as her organs and bone shifted and bruised under the force of this man's fist. She nearly fell to her knees when he pulled his fist back, her organs suddenly spilling back into their rightful places as the obstruction was removed. But to the surprise of the purple man, she bit back her tears and uppercutted him right in the jaw.
Diam staggered back, bringing a hand up to rub his chin as the very miniscule amount of pain rang throughout his skull. That has certainly been a surprise, he wasn't expecting the girl to be able to keep fighting after that one, what made her different from the other men and women he has terrified during his time living on Remnant? He wondered.
The fact that the girl kept fighting back even through all the pain he has inflicted on her surprised him even more. She missed every attack of course, only landing her last uppercut because he was caught off guard. That wouldn't happen again. Though, it was the first time he has ever been hit in a fight before, mostly because he felt like drawing this out instead of instantly murdering anyone who would dare to oppose him.
WIth more focus, he stared into the girls red eyes. Yang Xiao Long, if he remembered correctly. After scoring a hit on him she deserved to be referred to by name. He looked into her mind — her memories to be specific. As his body reacted on it's own to defend against her attacks, he violated the privacy of her memories by searching through them. As he did with all mortals, he started from the beginning. It seemed like this girl had quite the upbringing, soon after she was born her mother left her, and when her father remarried — with the silver eyed woman no less — and got a little sister out of it, she soon left this world on a mission she never returned from.
His focus was lost momentarily at the realization, that woman he saw in the picture was dead then, the silver eyed one. The only other silver eyed beings he knew of were some of his brothers angels and Lesser Gods, almost all of them had silver eyes. While his own Lesser Gods and Demons had deep red eyes. The only exception was Celeste, who was the perfect balance of the sources of light and darkness. So unless his angels were getting frisky with some mortals behind their backs and birthing Nephilim, his brother would be responsible for the sudden appearances of mortals with silver eyes.
"So…" Diam started as he blocked Yang's fist, and then caught the other fist when she tried to punch him again. Both times a shockwave rang throughout the club, the bottles that weren't broken shook and whatever tables and chairs unfortunate enough to be close to them fell over or were blown away. Even then, red eyes met purple. "You have a younger sister hm?"
Yang's surprise was shown in her eyes, and the way her mouth parted as she muttered the word 'how' in raspy breaths. As far as she knew, she has never met this man before, and she felt like her father would have told her about someone so strong had he known and trusted him enough to talk about his daughters with him.
"I assume that expression means yes." Diam said as he slowly began squeezing on Yang's fists, making her cry out in pain as bone grinded against bone and her aura flared up even more. "Tell me, what color are her eyes?" He only asked because he never thought to look at them from within the girls memories, he could right now, but why would he put the effort in something like that when he could do it the mortal way?
"Why do you care?" Yang asked through gritted teeth as she clenched her fists as tight as she could in an effort to prevent them from breaking, focusing her aura into her hands to assist in the endeavor.
"Eh, I might erase her existence depending on your answer." Diam said with a shrug, looking away for a moment. "I do wonder what I will do myself-"
He didn't get to finish that sentence as he felt a wave of blistering heat rush over his face. His eyes shut off of his body's human instincts and his hands let go of the girls off of the same reaction, he actually cried out in the most pain he has ever felt as his human parts burned and festered. He stepped back several feet and rubbed at his face. He was okay of course, but damn did that hurt. His eyes refused to listen to him as well, not opening when he willed them too.
"Like hell you'll get anywhere near her!" That girl screamed as she cocked those blasted things she calls weapons. She must have set them off while he was holding her hands, shooting him with flaming shotgun blasts in both the arms and the face. He felt colder as the smoke faded away, and realized that the top of his suit was burned off, the only article of clothing he still had on was his pants. But that was nothing compared to the unyielding rage that festered within his mind.
"I'll do as I damn well please!" Diam snapped as he slapped Yang across the face as she got close to punching him again. Her fist did hit its mark, but it bounced off of his cheek as if it was made of metal.
Yang rolled across the floor with a searing pain on her left cheek. That was the hardest she has ever been backhanded. She saw stars in her vision as she pushed herself up from her hands and knees. She rubbed the spot she was slapped in, and felt even more power rush through her aura and muscles.
"Again you stand before me?" Her eyes widened as she saw the impossible happen. The purple man's feet lifted off of the ground as he began to float in the air. Dark and vibrant purple aura practically exploding from his body and his eyes as he glared at her.
She couldn't help but swallow nervously and out of fear.
"Nothing to say? No indignant roars of battle or quips? No… you're just going to stand there, trembling before me." Diam's eyes flashed. "As you should… you know, I've noticed something. Everytime I hit you, you seem to get back up stronger and faster than ever! Is that what you mortals call a semblance?"
Yang took a step back as he hit it right on the head of the nail. Her red eyes and flaming golden hair betrayed the shocked and fearful look she had on her face. That blast from Ember Celica would have at the very least injured even a fully trained Hunter, and yet he not only took it like champ, but it seemed to only piss him off.
"I-I…"
"Yes… that must be it." Diam's grin widened from ear to ear. "Everytime I hit you, you get stronger. That's why you keep standing. But I wonder something…" He slowly floated back down onto the ground, he walked past the shocked Malachite twins who saw the entire thing unfold. The sight of his ripped muscled upper body engulfed in purple warm flames was both awesome and induced fear, they have never seen their new boss so… powerful before.
"I wanna fuck him again." Militia whispered to her twin.
"At least wait 'till he's done you slut!" Melanie hissed to her.
Luckily for them, they were not heard. "How much power can your body handle?" Diam asked the blonde, and for every step he took, the girl took one step back away from him. "How many times can I hit you before you explode from your own power? What's your limit? Do you even have one? Can your body handle its own power?" Every question made Yang take another step back. She was already at her maximum and yes it hurt to some degree. "How far can you go before your own body gives up on you?" He asked, pushing her up against a wall suddenly and holding her up by the collar of her shirt. Her feet dangled and kicked againt his body, but all her attacks seemed to do nothing as he only laughed at her efforts to free herself.
"Let's find out." Diam said, getting dangerously close to Yang's face as he inched closer to her.
"Tell me… what do you desire at this very moment?" He asked her, eyes glowing faintly as he watched her with a analytical eye.
"Get away from me!" Yang screamed as she felt an unnatural sort of fear flow through her body. Eyes went wide and turning back to their usual lilac color as the will to fight drained away. She didn't know why or how, she has fought Grimm before, but this man… this thing plain terrified her.
"Mister Grimm!?"
Before Diam could do anything however, he seemed to stop and perk up at something. Yang cracked one eye open to see him look over his own shoulder and toward a girl with flowing white hair and the lightest blue eyes she has ever seen. She had a scar over her left eye, but was more important was that she has gained the attention of the man who had just promised to kill her slowly, which was a good and a bad thing.
"Heiress? What are you doing up?" Diam asked. "I thought we had an agreed upon day of the week in which you go to sleep early and I swear it is…" He looked toward his wrist where his watch still clicked, only to see that the lettering was now burnt and melted beyond recognition. "Very close to that time." He settled for, keeping one hand on the bimbos shirt as he turned to look at her. "Run along now, I've got Detective work to do."
Detective!? Yang's mind screamed. Since when!?
"I was asleep, but then I kept on hearing all of this unbearable racket!" Weiss shouted as she gestured to the mostly destroyed club, and the few gang members that were littered around the dance floor. "I am aware that this establishment has… some kind of… I dare say it mosh pits. But this is just absurd!" To make things ever more amusing, or terrifying depending on how you look at it, this girl was just in her pajamas. She even looked tired, which worried Yang even more.
"Well, as you can see heiress-" Diam was cut off as Ember Celica fired into his chest, but did nothing compared to what it was able to do before. As the flames licked and lapped at his skin as he flowed around him and faded away, he sighed. Not even looking back at the girl who just shot him again. "As I was saying. As you can see heiress this little blonde girl has come and stirred quite the pot! I mean, look at what she has done to the place!"
As if the emphasize his point, one of the chandeliers from the ceiling fell to the ground. Shattering every which way possible and all over the floor in the process.
Yang gave Diam her best `It wasn't me don't kill me` expression and whimpered when he made to strike her again.
"Oh please, can't you just snap and fix all this anyway?" The white haired girl narrowed her eyes as she stomped up to the man, her bare feet slapping against the dancefloor and ignoring the glass shards with her aura as she made her way toward him.
To Yang's horror as well, of course. "W-wait! Get away from him! He's dangerous!" She shouted, holding a hand out as if that was going to stop her.
Weiss looked confused, and she showed it by raising an eyebrow at her. "And why would he do that? He is supposed to protect me. He's my bodyguard after all."
"BODYGUARD!?" Yang did not hesitate to scream that out as loudly as she could for her shocked mind could not take this any longer. What the hell kind of bodyguard did some white haired girl need anyway!?
Diam sighed, and promptly moved his hand so that it covered Yang's mouth cutting her off from exclaiming any more questions on the how's and the why's.
"Miss Schnee, I can assure you, if you go back to sleep I'll make this all go away in the morning."
"Mrshl Shnrgrl!?" Yang mumbled through the hand pressed up against her mouth.
"And what will happen to her?" Weiss Schnee asked, and suddenly Yang recognized her from some videos she has watched of some of the concerts she sang in.
"Well she must be punished obviously!" Diam said, and waved his free hand around as if it was obvious. "She beat up my men, the twins, and scared poor Junior into hiding."
"I resent that!" A voice from somewhere screamed out.
"And so must be handled appropriately." Yang whimpered through the hand over her mouth as Diam almost punched her in the face again, only to stop just shy of her cheek at the sound of a sharp voice.
"No."
"Pardon me?" Diam said, not believing his own hearing. "I didn't quite hear you, would you mind saying that again for me more clearly?"
"I said no," Weiss said as she crossed her arms and stared at him. "I don't want you to hurt her. In fact I am ordering you not to hurt her."
"Ordering- who do you think you are!?" Diam almost screamed at her, almost dropping Yang as he surged toward her. His grip shifted again back to her collar and she found herself being lifted along with him as he stepped toward the heiress. "You only continue to be safe because of me. I deign to train you because I deem it worthy of my time to reduce the amount of boredom I feel during some dark nights. I could very well cancel this arrangement if you'd like?" He threatened, glaring daggers into the younger girls eyes as he held the throat of another.
Weiss Schnee still challenged him, though she still looked worried. The effects of his magic seemed to have done more for her confidence since she was still standing up to him. Usually she would have shriveled up and accepted whatever punishment she would receive. Not this time, however.
"You won't," Weiss whispered just loud enough to be heard but quite enough to sound vulnerable.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Diam asked, a manic grin on his face as he found that vulnerability and latched onto it.
"You won't hurt me." Weiss said louder, making Diam's grin slowly fade away. "You wouldn't follow up on that threat… I know you won't."
"And how do you know that?" Diam asked, though not nearly as confident as before.
"I just do. You wouldn't have done all of that for me if you didn't care for me… and I know that you do, despite how you act." She declared, shaky eyes staring into his as she spoke. "I trust that you wouldn't hurt me."
"You are learning humility, respect, and even sympathy and empathy…" Celeste's words taunted him from the past. "Something ironic coming from the literal God of Destruction."
Damn it…
Diam sighed as he let go of the blonde girl.
Weiss let out a breath she didn't know she was holding as her mentor pulled himself together and shook his head.
"Go girl." Diam said to the blonde girl. "Don't let me see you around here again. She may not be here to save you the next time."
Yang was happy to obey, but before she left she looked back to the white haired Schnee who may have just saved her life. She mouthed a thank you to her before fleeing the scene, leaving Diam alone with the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company.
Without any more words even, Diam raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The club itself seemed to stitch back together and his clothes suddenly appeared again on his body. The unconscious gang members were still knocked out, but were quickly retrieved by the ones who watched the whole thing unfold.
As Diam turned away from the heiress and buttoned up his coat, she walked up to him. She didn't get too close, sensing the contempt within the faunus, but close enough for him to know that she was there.
"Thank you, Mister Grimm." She said to the back of his head.
A single purple eye turned to look at her.
"You should get to bed young heiress. Your sister would be displeased to see that you are still awake with Beacon in just a few days." He said in a monotone voice. "Do please make sure that does not happen."
Weiss nodded her head and easily complied with his order. She honestly didn't think he was going to listen to her before, but she could hardly stand by while he tortured a girl who clearly just had too much to drink and started to fight. She caught the fight just as the end when Diam slammed the blonde up against the wall, she thought that he was going to kill her right then and there if she hadn't spoke up in shock. And the way he turned to look at her, surprised but mostly bored. It scared her more than she would dare to ever admit to anyone. She got a text from Winter asking if everything was okay, and after looking around the club to see that everything was in fact back in one piece, save for a few unconscious guards and the occasional crack in the wall, everything was mostly okay.
'Everything is fine sister,' Weiss texted back, a half truth sure, but not technically a lie. 'Some lady came in and started a fight, Mister Grimm had to return and finish it.'
A few seconds later and she got her response.
'Very well, this investigation is all but completed. I will be returning shortly, get some sleep while you can sister. Beacon will be on your shoulders before you know it.'
Weiss shut the scroll off with a huff, that was certainly one way to put it. She couldn't believe that she actually told a little white lie for Diam's sake, even if it was technically a half truth and not a full lie. But for some reason, it had just felt right at the time.
Because he all but admitted it, Weiss smiled at the thought of it. Mister Grimm, either intentional or unintentionally, admitted that he did not want to see her hurt physically or otherwise. That meant that he cared about her, and probably would never admit to it. He was himself after all. Even if he was rather eccentric.
She went back to sleep shortly, a small and all too satisfied grin on her face as she slowly faded away from consciousness.
He couldn't believe his eyes, nor his ears. Or anything that his senses were telling him at that moment. He was about to jump in to save Miss Xiao Long, but hesitated several times. He just couldn't bring himself to face up against the divine being responsible for bringing him back to life just so he could die three more times. Diam Grimm was much much too powerful for him to handle on his own, even with all the training and experience he had, he could never hope to stand up against a God.
Ozpin came with the intention to save Miss Xiao Long, but could only watch in paralyzed fear as he watched through one of the destroyed windows. Every punch that she threw was backed up by more power than some fully trained hunters could ever hope to provide, and every single one of them was dodged, or was blocked by a single finger. A feat he has never seen done in years, and never to such a degree.
But when the God of Darkness actually listened to the Schnee heiress? That confused him a great deal. He has seen many things, heard many things and done many things. But never did he ever think that the God of Darkness would show something akin to mercy, that seemed like something his brother would be more likely to do.
He watched and hid himself in the darkness of the night as the horned man turned to sit at one of his bars, and ordered for the previous owner, Hei if he remembered correctly, to serve him some kind of Gin. The bearded man crept around the corner and did as he was told. Going against his gut instincts, he kept watching as the God of Darkness simply sat at a bar drinking alcohol and think. What about, he did not know.
He made sure to hide himself as the young Ruby Rose finally caught up with her sister, still traumatized by what had nearly happened to her no doubt. But at the sight of her younger sibling she seemed to calm down immensely, though she did stare into her eyes a few seconds longer for whatever reason. Thankfully, law enforcement was not called and if he was lucky, he wouldn't have to deal with them if they did come to this establishment. He honestly hoped that they didn't, if only for their own sake.
Shaking his head, Ozpin decided that his presence was no longer acquired here. Not that he did anything anyway, he never felt more scared in his life. Seeing the God of Darkness release a fraction of his power like he just did… no, he refused to think about it.
When he turned around he was met with a set of bright golden eyes, and two angelic wings pinning him in place.
"Agh-!" Ozpin's startled cry was cut off as a dark skinned hand was pressed up against his mouth.
"And what are you doing here I wonder? Interfering with my lords plans? Spying on him perhaps?" The beautiful woman asked him, though she seemed anything but considering her overwhelming strength and large golden-silver wings. She looked like an angel, and considering her previous words she was assumingly serving the God of Darkness.
Color drained from his face as another realization set in. The God of Darkness was not the only divine being to return to Remnant.
"You're him aren't you?" The angel asked him, still pinning him against the wall with her wings. "You're the immortal one? The one cursed with the boon of reincarnation and the impossible task of uniting all of humanity?"
She slowly moved her hand up off his mouth, and gripped his glasses. Ozpin winced as she threw them to the side. Luckily, he did not need them, they were mostly for professional display, but that didn't lessen any of the fear he had within his body.
"Y-yes… in my first life, I was called Ozma." Ozpin slowly said. "But I am not here to spy on the lord himself."
"Then what are you here for mortal?" The angel asked him, her golden eyes never leaving his. They weren't just golden, but they shined in the darkness. Her eyes were not anything he has ever seen before, some other people and faunus had yellow or amber colored eyes, but this golden color put them all to shame. If he wasn't being pinned to the wall by one with the threat of yet another death if he said the wrong words he might have thought her attractive.
"I-I was here to ensure my students safety." Ozpin choked out, the wings of the angel dropped him to the ground. He landed on his butt and rubbed one of his shoulders where his suit was cut where her sharp feathers pierced into his aura. He felt like if she wanted to, she could have ripped him in half right there. The thought didn't make his current situation any less terrifying. "I was just leaving, I swear it."
"Hm…" The angel narrowed her eyes at him as she thought to herself whether or not she should end his current life right there or not. "Very well, fortunately for you I do not sense any lie within your words." Ozpin let out a sigh of relief. "But that does not mean that you are not being watched little Ozma… be careful with what you do."
The angel flied up into the night sky with a single beat of her wings, disappearing faster than he was able to keep up with. Ozpin stood up quickly and dusted himself off, and winced when he rolled his right shoulder. Her wings were sharp and strong, he felt as such when they were wrapped around his upper body.
He looked toward the drinking God of Darkness in the disguise of a faunus man, and then shook his head. He wasn't going to do anything foolish.
When he turned to leave, he was met with a silver eyed man, stopping him in his tracks.
"Hello, Ozma." Liam Grimm greeted, golden blonde hair flashing for a moment.
Ozpin fainted.
Well then, that was a thing as Yang would say. This whole chapter was rather planned out really well. I enjoyed typing this out. What a fun story!
So, Yang got her ass handed to her, Ruby made a cameo of sorts, and Weiss learned something pleasant and Diam is down in the dumps drinking because of it. Not to mention the other Mister Grimm as he confronts Ozpin, or Ozma. Whatever you would like to refer to him as.
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