This... This could be bad.

He woke up in Pyrrha's bed. Not his own. Events of the previous night came creeping back to him. The regret he'd expected was replaced by an unusual warmth in his chest. Pyrrha, herself, was nowhere to be found. He looked around. The curtain divider was in place, but...

"Finally awake? Must have had a good night's sleep. You snore louder than Nora." Ren appeared as the curtain drew back. No judgements. No accusatory tone.

"Where's... Pyrrha?"

"Jaune and Pyrrha are off training. She's been helping him since the last field trip. Every morning, religiously. Nora was dragged off by Yang and Blake. She wanted to ambush you with questions."

"So... You don't ALWAYS stick by her side?" He'd imagined the two as permanent fixtures in one another's lives.

He laughed. "We're just close friends. That's all."

"So... Why'd you stay behind? You seemed to be waiting for me to wake up."

"Well, I've got everyone's paperwork. We need you to approve it for the tournament. It's getting close, you know." Tournament. Right.

"Who's participating?"

"All of RWBY, JNPR, and you."

"... What?"

"We filled out your paperwork as well. You're already entered."

"... Why?"

"Everyone was curious to see your skills for real. Seems like the incident at the docks peaked some interest."

He'd taken care of his pent up sexual frustrations, but he still wanted Torchwick's head. Fighting sounded good in his book.

"There'll have to be certain accommodations if I'm competing, but mostly scheduling is the problem. Approved. All of you. Give me the papers."

Konan got dressed and sat at the dining table in the common room, signing each entry form in turn.

Ren sat quietly across from him. "So... Any plans for the day, free of Nora?"

"Not really. I was considering doing some reading in the library, or some extra combat training. Ruby and Weiss are both off practicing for the tournament."

Practice... Somehow, I doubt that...

"So... Us two, then? Sounds fun. Combat practice it is. Judging from the footage I have of you from the forest initiation, you've got quite a bit of talent and skill, but perhaps not quite enough punch. I'll help you with that. Our primary weapons function on the same principle. Aura as ammo. You've got a lot of Aura for your age, but it's not very potent yet. Sometimes, time is the only cure for that. But using MORE of a weaker Aura can still outclass a stronger one."

Ren actually seemed to be listening intently. Konan wondered again if he was normal. He showed too great an interest in boring subjects. Perhaps that came with the serious personality.

"I've got a few tricks you'd find useful. Silver Tongue is a very draining weapon to use. It greedily sucks up as much aura as it can. Actually, it leaves me quite vulnerable to injury. But you haven't seen the real power behind them yet. That Death Stalker you guys fought? These could've stomped it like a giant boot. It just might kill me with a shot that powerful."

Ren was still silent. Konan decided to skip the lecture and go to practice. "Let's find a good spot."

"Now Ren, focus your Aura. Put every ounce of it you can manage into a single blast of kinetic energy."

The tree in front of the two of them splintered and hit the ground, trunk nearly completely destroyed where the shot had impacted. One shot, and Ren was panting heavily. It was a start.

"Borrow these. Let a shot loose every now and then, as strong and as much as you can. Remember what I said and you'll improve."

"Kinky. What's this about shooting while thinking of you?" Yang. Of course. How did she...

Nora and Blake were nearby as well. How did they... He didn't bother continuing the thought.

"My leg is kinda bugging me. I'm going to go lay down for a bit. You four. I don't care what you do for today. Festival paperwork is approved. Classes are on hold until the festival is over."

"About that... Mind helping someone else register?" Blake spoke with relative disinterest, as if remembering something of little importance.

Konan shrugged. "Doesn't bother me, I suppose. Who?"

"Sun Wukong." She'd definitely used that tone on purpose. Despite last night's fling with Pyrrha, he still felt a twinge of jealousy.

Odd. Considering she was with Yang anyways... Or, he thought, at least. He wasn't sure how the relationships between any of his students were going at the moment. It quickly became a tangled web.

He sighed. "Alright. Blake. Get him the paperwork and I'll approve it. Nora, Ren, I want you two training. Yang, come with me. We need to talk."

"Alone~? Planning an indecent proposal?"

"Unless you'd rather have me lecture you out in front of the others." He smirked inwardly as the serious tone he'd been going for actually made Yang reign herself in. "Thought so."

He ushered her into his room, shutting and locking the door behind her. He stared at her with a (he hoped) cold, unreadable expression.

She met his gaze a tad defiantly. His facade cracked and he couldn't help but laugh.

"You two... In my bed. Really?"

"Well, we got tired of waiting."

"You are completely aware, I assume, of my sensitive nose? It'll take forever to get your smell out of my sheets."

"Kind of the point. Just marking our territory." Yang grinned.

"Wolf jokes, then? Do you make cat jokes at Blake's expense?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I? Those ears are adorable."

"You are aware of what happened after I came back last night and found you two?"

"You came back? Why didn't you join us?"

"I considered it. Might have. The sheets didn't hide much, by the way." Konan's calm tone was too much, and Yang lost her head.

"What will it take to get you to crack? We're trying to help, damn it! Stop being so stubborn and just relax a bit! If you relied on anyone but yourself for anything, maybe you wouldn't be so fucking pissed off all the damn time! Do you even like girls? Should we be trying to-"

"I slept with Pyrrha last night."

"-Get you in bed with Ren or Juane or... What did you just say?"

"I had sex with Pyrrha. I was contemplating going to you two, but Pyrrha found me. I did crack. Pyrrha delivered the final 'blow' is all. No pun intended." He hoped his eyes told her the pun was entirely intended.

"Pyrrha... So she won, huh? Can't believe I lost... I figured Blake, maybe, but Pyrrha..." Yang looked absolutely shaken.

"Hey. Sexy blonde chick. What're you worrying about?"

She didn't reply. She looked frustrated.

"Yang. Earth to Yang."

"Well. I wish you two all the happi-"

"She's going to be sharing me."

Yang almost choked. "That was a joke, you know. Blake and I-"

"Are one thing but Pyrrha is another? She took it quite seriously. And I don't think she'd like the idea that she stole me from you two."

"Well, still, isn't-"

"Yang you'd better not even be trying to come up with an excuse right now. Pyrrha was nice and all, but I had to be gentle and am not entirely satisfied. Now, either you're sharing me, or I'll go get Blake and see if she's willing."

Yang punched him in the arm. Hard. "You asshole! Can't you stop being infuriating for one damn second?"

"First of all. Ow. Secondly, I'm not doing it on purpose. Anyways. Want to get your smell even deeper into my sheets, or not?"

"... Of course I do. But, Blake should probably be here. Or go first. She only wound up with me when you rejected her. Dont you think-"

He picked that moment to ambush her with a kiss. She was stunned for that moment. Then, she bit him. Hard, of course.

"Stop. Cutting. Me. Off. You're doing that on purp-"

"Yes. Very much so."

"I'm going to fucking-"

"You're beautiful when you're angry. I can't help myself." Complimenting her while cutting her off yet again seemed to confuse her reaction a bit. Her mouth moved, but no words came out.

"Just shut up."

This time, she kissed him. She tried to keep him from speaking by occupying his mouth with hers. He certainly did not mind the method. She began to pull his shirt off, breaking the kiss for a moment to do so. Tossing it to the side, she took a step back.

"... Weren't you all cut up last night?"

"Maybe." More observant than I thought...

"Take off those bandages."

Too late now, I suppose.

He removed them, revealing not a single scratch in the process. He even undid the bandage on his leg. That too, was healed.

"How can you heal that quickly?"

"I'm resilient, is all. A fast healer."

"No one can be that fast."

Suddenly, Yang grabbed him and twisted an arm behind his back, tripping him and pinning him on the ground in the blink of an eye.

"You tell me where to find her. NOW."

"Find... Who?"

"You know damn well who."

"I really, really don't Yang."

"The healing ability? Knowing about Junior's club? How can you not know where she is? I'll break your arm right now if I have to." There was something dangerous in her tone of voice. Something almost feral. Something he'd had in his voice, in the past.

"That's why. 'Little Sun Dragon.' Your powerful Aura. You've got dragon blood, don't you? Ruby is only your half sister."

"So what're you? My half brother? You have it too."

He sighed. He lay still, offering no resistance. "I'm not related to the Sun Dragon. She was dead, as far as I knew. Dragon blood, I do have."

"I'm half dragon. Tell me something that will make me consider not breaking your arm."

"I'm half dragon too. Quarter human. Quarter Faunus. And far stronger than you."

He used his free arm to push back against her enough to get a foot beneath him, before launching backwards, slamming Yang into the wall. Her grip faltered, and he wrenched his arm free, twisting around and pinning her to the wall by her neck, careful to allow her just enough room to breathe.

"Yang. What do you know about her?"

Fire burned in her eyes, but the pressure on her neck kept her still.

"She's my mother. What more do I need to know?"

"That she's evil. A heartless monster. Ancient and manipulative. And hopefully dead."

"Dont you dare talk-"

"About what? The woman who gave birth to you? The woman who's hunted me for all my life? The one who killed-" He cut off before he said too much.

"You. Know. NOTHING. Now calm the fuck down. " Her fire turned to embers, even those rapidly cooling.

"You attacked me... You seriously just attacked me. Huh. That's what this feels like." His disbelieving tone caused those embers to threaten to spark again. "Sorry. Reminiscing."

He waited a moment.

"I'm going to let you go. You're going to be calm. You won't be in trouble for this. I know what it's like to have dragonfire in your head. You handle it better than I ever did. Now. Tell me about this Junior." He released her and took a step back. She breathed deeply before speaking.

"He... Has ties to organized crime. He runs a club downtown. I had a lead on my mother, but I didn't get anything from him. It was a dead end."

"Criminal ties? Like what? Can you tell me anything?"

She shook her head, before a different type of spark appeared in her eyes. "He was talking to this redheaded guy with a cane and suit, if that's anything."

No way. Could he... Konan turned and rummaged through folders on his desk before pulling out a mugshot. "This guy?"

"That's him."

"This is the guy from the docks. Roman Torchwick. The guy I've been after for ages. Tell me exactly what happened at that club."

She explained in great detail.

Junior's club was quite busy for a Sunday night. Konan didn't really come to places like this, but it seemed busy. He spotted the man at the bar, with the twins Yang had mentioned. The only thing missing from the scene was Roman.

He walked across the crowded club, stopping next to Junior. He flashed his ID. "Scotch, gin, or bourbon. Surprise me." The barkeeper nodded.

"So, Junior, is it?"

The man eyed him suspiciously for a moment. "Do I know you?"

"No, but I know who you are. Call me Drake. A friend of mine mentioned you might be able to help me." The bartender sat a glass in front of him, which he downed in one go. The liquor burned nicely on the way down.

"Who might this friend of yours be?"

"You can call her SIR." Junior went pale, but was not fast enough to avoid having the now-empty glass smashed into his face.

Konan did not feel like fucking around. He grabbed the nearest of the two twins and hurled her into the shelves of bottles across the bar. Konan drew and shot the other point blank with the strongest burst of Aura he could without killing her. She took it in the chest, falling on the ground, gasping. He loved that move.

Henchmen swarmed the bar, but none made a move against him. He hefted the bleeding Junior to his feet.

"Roman. Tell me everything. Now."

"Fuck. You."

He screamed in pain as Konan stabbed one of his knives into his shoulder.

"Try again. Roman Torchwick. Our yellow haired friend saw the bastard leaving her clean as day."

"He-he was just borrowing some men! Didn't tell me what for. They never came back. Got busted for trying to rob a dust store! That's all I know! Get this fucking knife out of me!"

Konan obliged, twisting the blade painfully as he pulled it back. The twin he'd tossed stood. Blood from a small gash on her arm matched her dress perfectly. He pointed the knife at her.

"Look after your sister. Try anything and I won't hold back my next shot." He looked back to Junior. "About the woman our friend came looking for. Tell me."

"Y-you... Oh crap. You're HIM! GET THIS FUCKER NOW!"

The men rushed forward before a knife to Juniors throat stopped them again. "Tell. Me. Now."

Junior clammed up. He was defiantly keeping his mouth shut, even as his jaw quivered from fear and anger.

"You think I won't kill you now? If she told you about me, you know what I've done. Who I am. Now. TELL ME."

"I never met her! She sent someone! Never saw his face! Left your picture and said to watch out for you!"

"You keep cracking far too easily. I haven't even begun having fun yet. Think your bones crack as easily as the rest of you?"

Konan grabbed his wrist with one hand and twisted sharply, taking Junior to his knees. The man grimaced in pain. "No, no more! Don't! I told you everything I know, I swear! I'm small time!"

Konan looked at the twins. The one on white was breathing a bit easier but still hasn't gotten up. "You there. Red one. Name?"

"M-militia."

"Militia. Get me two bottles of whatever the bartender gave me."

She looked confused. "Now. Please." A bit more pressure and a sickening crack signified the bones in Juniors wrist breaking. "You might want to hurry."

She scrambled to find the bottles, while Konan rolled Juniors now broken wrist around, eliciting screams of pain and anguish.

One of the henchmen threw up. Several looked as if they wanted to. The girl brought the bottles. "Thank you, Militia. Pour me a glass."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I can't afford to play the good guy. Now pour. Junior. My friend. You fought my blonde friend, when she trashed your club. Right?"

Junior nodded, tears in his eyes. Snot ran down his nose. Nice...

"I'm something like her big brother. You repaired this place nicely. But I'll burn it down to the foundation. How do I find Torchy?"

"Y-you talk to one of his guys! He's got a couple high level mooks! The only one I know got arrested last week and is in jail!"

"Name, please?"

"H-his name is Freddy! Freddy... S-something. I don't know!" More snot. It was pissing Konan off, somehow. So he broke Junior's nose. Blood was better. Nicer color.

He drank his scotch. "Now, Junior. Your goons won't get in my way, right?"

"N-no."

"Good."

Konan took the two bottles from Militia, and walked towards the exit. The black suits parted before him. He heard a gun cock.

"Fuck you, asshole!"

The shot missed Konan, but shattered one of the bottles he held.

Konan drew and fired a powerful blast of aura from his gun, throwing Junior to the wall, glass bottles and shelves shattering on impact. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find good scotch Junior?"

The henchmen around him drew farther back. He walked calmly towards Junior.

"I let you off easy, friend. And you try to shoot me. What's a broken wrist, a stab wound or two and a bloodied nose? All those heal relatively quickly." He handed the remaining bottle to a henchman as he passed.

Junior lay dazed on the ground.

"Come on Militia!"

"Melanie, wait!"

The white twin rushed towards him, throwing a kick towards his head. He caught her by the ankle and held her there. "Get out of the way."

"Let go of me you filthy dog!"

"Dog? I'm no dog. Wolf, actually."

He twisted her leg, striking hard on her knee with his free hand. It snapped, bending backwards at an unnatural angle. He let go and she fell to the ground. No screams, no recognition. She was too shocked. Her sister gasped and looked ready to cry.

Konan tried hard to cool his head. It didn't work. Junior was on his hands and knees, trying to push himself to his feet. Konan's foot shot into his ribs and sent him onto his back. Konan straddled the taller man's torso.

"You really should've let me walk away."

Konan drew a fist back and smashed it down into Junior's face.

"You could've gotten off easy."

He hit him again for punctuation.

"You should have kept out of organized crime. It's over your head."

Again. Blood flew from Junior's lips this time.

"Please! Stop!"

Militia caught his arm as he drew it back again. She didn't grip tightly, but it did stop him. She was terrified.

"Why should I?"

"Junior may be a criminal, but he's not a bad man! He's just looking out for my sister and I. We help him willingly because he's done everything he can to give us all we want."

"So, he's your guardian? Who'll do anything for the two of you?"

"Yes."

"That true, Junior my boy?"

The man coughed beneath him, but managed to nod his head. "Got a... Promise... To keep... To protect them. "

Konan's eyes were unreadable. "Alright. I'll spare Junior. But you, Militia, will pay the price. Let's go find a nice quiet back room so you can... Persuade me, not to kill him."

Konan put off an aura of seriousness, voice steady, cold and threatening. Militia looked as if she wanted to cry. "I-if that's what it takes..."

Junior exploded. As much as a man in his state could, anyway. "Don't you fucking touch her asshole! Kill me, or else I'll hunt you down till the last of your fucking days you piece of shit!"

"Exactly what I wanted to hear, friend." Konan stood, moving to peer across the bar for another bottle of scotch.

"Militia, my dear. I commend your self-sacrifice, but I never actually intended to take you. Just checking your story. Junior saved his own life. Now. Get one of the henchmen to get a car ready. Help your sister to it, I'll bring Junior. The three of you just became useful to me."

He turned towards the men standing about. "I want all of you to fix this mess I made before opening tomorrow! The club will continue to operate while Junior recovers under my care. Sorry about the intrusion."

The confused and dazed looks he received were almost adorable, in a way. "I mean NOW, DAMNIT. And get a fucking car! This girl's in shock and we need to fix the leg! Junior's not far from it himself and very bad things will happen if he does lose consciousness. "

Everyone still stood, stupidly. Konan growled. "Today, people!"

They scurried like ants.