"Once I make it to the surface world, with an army of Splicers, the name Frank Fontaine will become well known. Nothing will stop me, not you, not Ozpin, none of the Kingdoms, none of the Grimm, and certainly not even this so called mythical witch named Salem! I don't know what possessed Ryan to make him believe that there is a so called 'Ruler of all Grimm', but the Grimm are just like any other wild animal! It's time for the Splicers to take over and we'll take it all over. We won't hide behind some dainty walls, we'll fight until we rule it all! If you think you can try and stop me, boyo, you have another thing coming!"

…..

Amber simply woke up. The sun hasn't come up and the moonlight leaked through the windows. She was currently inside her team's newly acquired dorm room. There were four beds on each side of the room, some desks, drawers, and some bags that her teammates brought with them.

The quartet decided that they should customize, or at least move some stuff around, their room in the morning. It was a bit late in the night when they got back, way after Amber got her first taste of the delectable known Pizza. It was simply delicious. Greasy, but delicious.

Normally one would go back to sleep when they wake up in the middle of the night, but someone else was awake in the night. She could see that Rideat was sitting upright on his bed, holding a mirror and having removed his eyepiece. She could see the burns and scars near his eyes.

His eyes moved up a bit to see Amber staring at him, he only smiled. He stood from his bed, taking his blindfold, but not putting it on. He motioned for her to follow him out the door, to which she complied.

The two silently strolled through the empty halls of Beacon. The school was completely different by night. Everything seemed to give off a melancholic glow as the moonlight reflected off the surface of everything.

"So this is what you actually look like." Rideat suddenly spoke up, "You look better than I imagined."

Amber simply smiled and nodded, "Thank you." She could see that his eyes were a pale white color.

The two continued to wander the moonlit filled school.

"I always found the night so peaceful." Amber reminisced the many nights that she stared at the shattered moon. A reminder that there is such a thing as peace and tranquility. This was especially so on lonely nights.

"Unfortunately, so do the criminals. Crimes happen more often at night. When people think of peace, they think of opportunities to commit their deeds. The natural shadows of the night help." Rideat looked towards the ground, his fist somewhat clenching.

Amber frowned at this and narrowed her eyes a bit. She couldn't help but feel that Rideat really brought the mood down for absolutely no reason at all.

"It's unfortunate alright. There are always criminals lurking in shadows. Many of whom can't be arrested, due to being above the law."

Before Amber could even reply someone else joined their conversation. She turned to see someone rather familiar. Who was she again? It took a second for Amber's mind to find the name Blake, from team RWBY. Blake had her arms crossed, staring at Rideat.

"Tell me, what are you doing flaunting around the old symbol of the White Fang for? What do you think somebody will do when they figure it out. They may attack you on sight."

Rideat looked at the blindfold that was in his hands, then he put it on. It was almost like he was taunting her for being suspicious. "It proves that I've got nothing to hide. If someone asks, I'll say yes. It's as simple as that. I got out as soon as those maniacs turned violent. Now, why are you hiding the fact that you're a faunus, Belladonna?"

Blake narrowed her eyes, "How do you-"

"One. I can 'see' those ears with my Semblance. Two, everyone who is or used to be in the White Fang practically knows the members of the Belladonna family. They were the leaders after all." Rideat took a step forward in an almost threatening manner, "Why do you hide who you are, Belladonna?"

Blake seemed to reach for something behind her back, "I don't have to explain myself to you."

Suddenly, Amber simply got between the two. She stretched her arms out into a 'T' like pose. She simply had enough, she wasn't going to let them duke it out for no reason. This stopped the two in their tracks. Their stances lowered significantly.

"Please, don't fight."

What would Mr. Bubbles do in this situation? Probably stare silently, or use his few words to calm people down. She honestly didn't know how it worked, but it did.

"The path of the righteous isn't always an easy one, no?" Jack told her this one day, she didn't understand it at first, but she could interpret it however she could. "Whatever happened back then to make you leave the White Fang doesn't matter here. You both came here to do the right thing. Whatever you did doesn't matter. As long as you make amends here, at Beacon." She honestly couldn't believe that she was speaking for this long. She didn't know she had it in her to say some things like that.

She knows only a little bit about the White Fang. Peaceful faunus rights activists turned terrorist activists. That's the extent of her knowledge about them.

The two dropped their aggressive stances and stared at one another for a prolonged period of time. Blake didn't say a word as she turned around and started to walk away.

"Don't tell anyone about my secret." Was all she said, not bothering to see if the two agreed.

Amber dropped her arms and breathed in slowly, her face was flushed in red. That was a lot more stressful than it looked.

"Wise words." Rideat managed to say.

Amber remembered the moment he dropped the mood, "I would appreciate it if you did not… lower the mood for no reason at all." Was she pushing it too far or..?

Rideat sighed, "Sorry about that. I tend to do that when I know something is about to come up, it gets people in the right mood for a possible fight."

Amber frowned and shook her head, she honestly had nothing to say about this. With the recent encounter she was ready to head back to bed in an instant. She looked upon the shattered moon once again, it was always something that would bring a feeling of tranquility to her mind after all.

….

She once again found herself waking up a couple of hours later, when the sun was finally showing up. She didn't know when she woke up in the middle of the night, but that didn't matter with her renewed energy.

It was about eight in the morning. The rest of her team was up doing their own decorations of the room. Zinc had some things and moved them around to make them appear presentable and friendly, he actually set up some candles around the room, no doubt to give it a pleasant aroma when the time arrived to do so. Once he was done with that he folded some of his nice clothes and placed it in a drawer. He actually had a lot of matching suits. He wore the school uniform in a prim and proper manner.

Rideat really wasn't doing much though, all he did was just place some tools on a desk nearby. He was actually meditating, if his slow and controlled breathing was any indication. He let out a breath though, to indicate that he finished meditating. He wore the uniform in an almost proper manner, but there were some tears on the side of where his robotic arm was. It must be harder than it looked to put on clothes with a robotic arm.

Lapis appeared to be the one doing the most changes to the room. He actually had a couple of books placed on the previously empty shelves, some were just plain old history books, some were poetry, even a philosophy book or two. Lapis wore the school uniform in the least proper way, at least compared to Rideat and Zinc. The buttons on his shirt were mostly opened, and the long sleeves rolled up to his biceps.

"Morning, Amber." Lapis greeted her first as he passed her bed, he stopped just to greet her though.

"Morning." Amber rubbed her eyes as she sat herself up, "Why is your uniform like that?" Amber yawned.

"Oh, it's just tight on the chest." Lapis bumped his chest to emphasize.

Amber nodded as she stood up.

"You slept in your uniform?" Zinc said as he walked about the room.

Amber looked down to see that she did exactly that, when did she do that again? Was she that tired she didn't notice that she wore her uniform to bed, but not her pajamas. Nevermind, it would appear that she wore the top half of her uniform to sleep, but not her bottom part. She actually wore her pajama pants to sleep. Her skirt she had to wear as part of the uniform was on the dresser.

She walked over to the dresser and pulled down her pajama pants.

"Whoa! We'll give you some privacy." Lapis said as Amber heard the shuffling of feet behind her. Three distinct sets of course.

"Warn us ahead of time when-" Zinc started.

"Huh?" Amber turned around, already done putting the skirt on. The three men stopped near the door.

"That was quick." Lapis said as he went back to do what he was doing, though he was staggering around a bit.

"Warn us next time when you do that." Zinc coughed as he decided to light some of the candles. He was just slowly wobbling similar to Lapis.

Rideat breathed in a bit, he decided to go back to meditating for a couple of minutes. He would've, but decided against it as a tinge of red appeared on his face. Actually all three of them had a bit red on their faces. Peculiar.

The atmosphere quickly disappeared as Rideat seemed to cough.

Amber took notice of Lapis setting down a photo of a buff looking man in what would appear to be some kind of uniform one would wear when going out on the ocean. A sailor was it? The man was flexing his arm with a child hanging on the flexed muscles. The child looked like a younger Lapis, though his skin wasn't as tanned.

Lapis looked towards Amber to see her curious gaze towards the picture, he smiled as he lifted it back up and presented it to her, "This is my uncle, Johnny. Johnny Topside. He was a deep sea diver. You know, the type to discover some lost treasures of ancient ships. At least that's what he told me."

Zinc stopped what he was doing and listened in, "Sounds interesting. Did he bring you anything from his trips."

Lapis chuckled, "All the time. He used to tell me not to tell anyone that he brought things for me or they would have his head. Cause you know? The museums are adamant about preserving history in their own way. I think that's what the usual excuse was."

"I'm pretty sure his name doesn't follow the color naming rule." Rideat astutely pointed out.

"That's because his last name is actually Ocean. You can kind of see why he became a deep sea diver. He told me he changed it because when he found ancient treasure he would bring it back topside. Hence the name."

Lapis frowned a bit and crossed his arms, "He disappeared though. He went out one day and never came back. No, his entire crew didn't come back. The ship he rode on apparently crashed into the shores of Menagerie."

The room quickly filled with silence as just Zinc, Rideat, and Amber gave a silent condolence to Lapis.

"That doesn't mean he's dead though." Lapis curled a fist and held it in front of him, "Until I find out what actually happened to him, I will not stop trying to find him. He could he dead or alive for all I care, but I just need to know where he disappeared to. I just need that closure. That's why I became a Huntsman, to be able to travel the world and try to find him. He just has to be out there somewhere."

"You have a strong conviction." Rideat said, "What if you don't find him?"

"Then I'll keep searching. Even if I find no evidence, I'll search."

Amber couldn't help it, but she smiled, "I hope you find him one day. Alive, preferably."

Zinc gave a thumbs up, "Good luck on your endeavor. One day you'll see him again, at least with that attitude you will."

…..

Amber's first class was actually with Lapis. She didn't have any classes with her teammates except for the last class, which is combat class. It was actually a Dust Studies class of all things. The teacher was a woman, Professor Peach she was called. She was ecstatic to teach the class about the properties of Dust and such and their uses in crystal and pure forms.

Professor Peach was just giving the rundown and history of what Dust is and what it is mostly used for. Something no doubt everyone and their mothers have heard a million times before, but to Professor Peach it was something that needed to be told a billion times and more.

Amber noted Lapis writing down a couple of notes, every now and then. She decided to try and follow suit, maybe it would help her remember things more often. Overall the class wasn't that eventful as it was just an introduction and Professor Peach rambling on about the importance and uses of Dust. In a way it was kind of adorable though. She did make small talk with Lapis in the middle of some of Professor Peach's ramblings though. Even exchange a few notes from what they could decipher from Professor Peach.

The class seemed like it would be fun.

…

"Welcome to the Weapon's Shop Class. Here you'll hone your weapon crafting and customization skills, better than your previous schools hopefully."

Amber's second class was Weapon's Shop Class, or just Weapon's Shop if one wanted to shorten it. The teacher was a man called Professor Bear. He was a big burly man, whose voice was very deep. She noted that Ruby was in the classroom as well, as they discovered when they waved to one another when Amber first entered the classroom. Amber was the last one to the classroom though, so she couldn't get right next to Ruby.

Ozpin called for Professor Bear, so he had to leave the classroom for a bit. He said that the students were allowed to make modifications to their weapons as long as they don't break anything, or lose any limbs.

As soon as Professor Bear left the classroom most of the students decided to either talk, or make some modifications to their weapons immediately.

Amber was surprised when she turned around to see Ruby was already right next to her, a smile etched on her face, she didn't even see her get up.

"I'm glad I'm in the same class with someone I know. Oh, I can't wait to do some modifications together."

Amber noted that there seemed to be something wrong here, namely she could almost feel that something is biting at Ruby. Maybe it was her eyes, her dangerous, annoying, deadly, silver ey- Amber felt the sudden hostility again. Does she hate the color silver or something? She didn't know that?

"Is something wrong, Ruby?" Amber found herself saying.

"No. Nope. Nothing wrong here." Ruby smiled, but knew that she couldn't lie, "Well, I got into an argument with my teammate, Weiss. It happened in my first class, it was about my leadership. Don't worry, I already got a talk with Professor Ozpin about me being the leader is not a mistake. He said something about making more mistakes than anybody, but not sure what that was about. I'm just worried that Weiss'll hate me that's all." She tried to speak quickly.

There honestly wasn't much Amber could do here, "So what's your weapon like?" Amber did note she was a bit excited about weapon modifications. So, why not cheer her up for now and try to take her mind off things for a while?

…...

The rest of the day just went by quickly, her other classes not having much to note. She didn't know anyone else in the school, so she would imagine most of her classes would just be her focusing on the subjects. It was the final class of the day, Combat Class, and the rest of her team was in the class as well. Team's RWBY and JNPR were there as well. One could assume that the class was filled with first years and some second years due to some rumors floating about the school. Something about grade levels fighting at their grade level. Though Amber knew Ozpin would easily disagree with the notion.

There wasn't much to exchange between the four as they simply said that the day was just simple introductions. They didn't expect the Combat Class to be any different form any other class for today. Introductions and such has always been a common thing for schools, even if nothing was learned. It annoyed some, it was a grace for others.

"Welcome to Combat Class, Students. I am Glynda Goodwitch, your combat instructor. You will learn of many hypothetical situations you could find yourself in your career as Huntsmen. Keep in mind that you are not just learning how to combat Grimm, you will also be learning how to combat other people. It is a sad truth, but the Grimm are not the only dangerous things out in the world. Huntsmen are the keepers of the peace and fighting other people is sometimes necessary to keep the peace, do I make myself clear?"

Glynda took the silence as a form of acceptance.

"Is it me or is Professor Goodwitch in a good mood today?"

"Seems like it, wonder what happened?" It would appear that some of the second years started to whisper to one another pretty loudly, but Glynda didn't appear to have noticed.

"Shut up, before her good mood is soured." Another person interjected and ended the conversation there.

The rest of the class would just go on with a simple introduction, there was a single demonstration fight but that was due to the two combatants seemingly stalling for time and apparently having bad form. At least according to Professor Goodwitch.

….

Amber decided to visit Mr. Bubbles, if only to tell him about her day. To which she actually did, the day wasn't that eventful, but it had a strange sense of fulfillment.

"Can I have a hug?" Amber asked.

"Sure." Jack said as he embraced the young girl.

Amber couldn't describe it, but she kind of felt greedy today. Maybe she should get more hugs from Mr. Bubbles in the future?

"Take any pictures today?"

"No, nothing seemed to catch my eye today."

The two would stay like for a little while longer, Amber was very greedy in her hug intake for the day.

….

I'll be honest, this was a chapter I had a hard time writing and it shows. I was just very slow in writing this piece and just wanted it to be done, mind you that is a very bad mindset to have when writing a chapter. I started off good, but near the end I crawled. However, like many things in life, when you reach a low point, you trudge through it, then you'll eventually start to climb back up. I'm pretty sure every author has experienced this one way or another.

Had many many many ideas, but decided to keep this chapter simple and light.

See you next time, when my spirits are up and high again.