Authors Note: Thanks for all the awesome reviews on the last chapter. Now to address some concerns. Yes, I know that I rushed a few things with last chapter, namely the introduction of some main characters. But to be honest, everyone knows who I am talking about, so I didn't want to waste time talking about them in depth.

Also, I just wanted to get this out of the way. A few of you want Killua to go off and do his own thing. I'm sorry, but he will not be doing that. He will have a few missions here and there that will divert from cannon, but this story will be sticking closer to cannon than what I usually do. You guys did say that you didn't want OC in this story and that you wanted Killua to interact with other members of the original cast. Well that can't happen if he goes off on his own. So, if you don't like that, then you don't have to read my story.

Also, I am going to say this. I am the author of this fanfiction. Where the story goes is my choice and how I write it is my choice. If you don't like it, you don't have to read. If you don't like something that happens, you don't have to read. There are PLENTY of RWBY fanfictions for you to enjoy.

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Master of Aura

Chapter 4

Purpose

Killua didn't feel all that bad when he ditched Jaune. He watched the confused boy look around for a couple seconds before slumping his shoulders and walking away into the crowd. If Killua were to describe the Jaune, it would amount to one world

Clueless.

From what Killua could understand, this was a school for hunters. This was a place where you learned how to fight against the Grimm and to improve upon your skills, not to develop them out of nothing. You were supposed to have at least some former experience with fighting, or some foundation to build upon. But as Killua observed Jaune on the way to the auditorium, he could easily tell that the blond was not a fighter at all. In fact, he probably has never used a sword in his life. The way he casually walked around with his guard completely dropped, it was clear as day that he wasn't supposed to be here.

Even the hooded girl Ruby, though she seemed innocent enough, held herself like she was ready for conflict by always keeping her weapon within reach. And to top it off, Jaune didn't have a single Aura node activated. While everyone in the room had a certain amount of their Node opened, Jaune was the only one that didn't.

It made Killua wonder if Jaune even knew what Aura was. If that was the case, then how in the world did he get accepted to an academy that was notoriously difficult to enroll in?

Shrugging his shoulders, Killua turned his attention away from the blond for now. It really wasn't any of his business if the boy wanted to get himself killed or not…Then again, what did this school teach anyway? Qrow wasn't that specific when talking about Beacon, only that it was a school for hunters. Because Killua spent nearly all his time learning how to read and write, he didn't do that much research when it came to schools for hunters. Not that he would have been able to study anyway because of his illiteracy.

"Hmmm, what is the point of this school? Besides Jaune, it feels like most everyone here knows something about fighting. Does this school help you improve or does it simply teach you about being a hunter?" Killua thought to himself. Honestly, this entire atmosphere was a bit different than what he was used to. He had never been in a situation where he was surrounded by kids that were only a couple years older than him. He'd never attended a day of formal education in his life, being forced to walk the path of an assassin since the day he could walk.

Glancing around, Killua couldn't help but feel as if he really didn't belong here. All the teens had expressions that spanned from nervous to excited. He wasn't use to it at all because he usually found himself surrounded by individuals that were much older than him, and much more serious. He never had the chance to truly be around a bunch of kids his age…

Except for Gon and Alluka.

Those were the only two friend he had around his age. Barring acquaintances like Zushi, they were the only kids he got to know back in the day.

Now, he was standing in an auditorium full of people who were going to be trained in the ways of the hunter…well…hunters of this world.

"Still…what does it mean to be a hunter in this world? Does it only have to do with hunting the Grimm? Or is there something more." Killua thought.

While looking around the Auditorium, Killua gave a half smirk as he spotted Weiss walking up to Ruby while she was distracted talking to the blond girl he saw on the plane. There was a small amusing scene where they bickered a little and went their separate ways, though Killua couldn't help but shake his head. There arguing was extremely petty, and it wasn't like the banter between him and Gon. Whenever they argued, nothing was taken personal and it even helped their friendship grow.

These two girls were straight up attacking each other with words…well, more like Weiss was constantly talking down to the younger girl. Seriously, Ruby just offered a hand of friendship and Weiss blew her off without a second thought.

That made Killua frown a little. He might not have been the most social of people, but if someone offered to be his friend, he would at least give them a chance…or he would have back in the day. After all, he and Ikalgo became friends after the Octopus tried to kill him.

Then again, that was back in the day before everything went to shit. That was before Gon went and nearly killed himself trying to take out Neferpitou, not even asking Killua for any kind of help. That was before he was forced to constantly be on the run from his family in order to protect his sister.

That was before Alluka died.

Before Killua had the chance to feel sorry for himself, a microphone blared to life, catching the attention of everyone in the Auditorium. All heads turned toward the far side to see two individuals standing there.

Killua also looked on curiously. There was a man and a woman standing in front of the Microphone. The male had greyish hair and a pair of dark glasses. He was wearing a black suit and a green scarf as well as a cane in his hand. To be honest, he didn't really look all that interested in being there. His eyes looked dull and board.

Glancing over at the woman, she was a stark contrast. Though she didn't look excited, the stern seriousness in her eyes showed quite a bit more passion than from the man. She wore a white blouse, a dark skirt, and a purple cape. She had bright green eyes, shrouded by a pair of modest spectacles. Her hair was also light blond.

"Ah…" Killua murmured, remembering that she was from the Hologram on the airplane.

"What was her name again? Glinda…Gladii?"

His thought process was interrupted when the man at the podium approached the microphone.

A murmur ran through the crowd as everyone except Killua seemed to recognize the guy.

"It's Processor Ozpin and Professor Glynda."

"I heard Professor Glynda stopped a dust robbery recently. It was on the news and everything!"

"Professor Ozpin and Glynda are two of the strongest hunters in the world, this is so cool to be taught by them."

"Ah, so that is Ozpin, the guy Qrow kept talking about." Killua thought as he looked more closely at the man at the podium. At a glance, a regular person would assume that he wasn't much to look at. But Killua was different. Having been trained to notice very subtle details, Killua could tell that this man probably earned his reputation.

Just taking a look at his dull eyes, he could see they were focused and calculating. They reflected years of experience on the battle field, as well as a certain tiredness that came with a life of many challenges.

Even the man's posture showed that he was ever alert. An average person would definitely underestimate him because of the cane, but more experienced eyes could see through the ploy.

All in all, Killua was a little impressed with the guy. Besides Qrow, he was the only one that had a magnitude of experience.

He watched as Ozpin cleared his voice and adjusted his glasses.

"I'll keep this brief…"

"Thank goodness." Killua thought to himself. He really didn't like it when people went on long monologues about things he could care less about. Most of the time, people who gave long speeches only did so because they like the sound of their own voice. This gave Ozpin a few more brownie points because it showed he didn't waste time with trivial and unnecessary words.

"You have traveled here today in search of knowledge…"

Killua had to agree with that part. If this school would help him learn more about this world, then it was worth sitting through a few classes while clueless teachers ran their mouths. Learning more about his world was the main reason he even considered attending a school…That and he was a bit curious as to what it would be like. He never really got the chance before, so this might be a little interesting.

"To hone your craft and acquire new skills…"

"Not really…" Killua murdered, crossing his arms. From what he could see, the people of this world were decent at fighting. Maybe even a few of them could fight against some lower level Aura users on his world. But because of his own knowledge and experience with Aura, Killua doubted that this place had anything to offer when it came to combat ability.

"And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people…"

"Yeah…I thought that was the case…" Killua thought when the grey-haired man explained the purpose of being a hunter in this world. He had to hold back an eye roll because it sounded a bit cheesy and cliché the way Ozpin explained the purpose of a hunter. It seemed that it wasn't just a mark of status, but an occupation with rules and a code.

"But I look amongst you and all I see is wasted energy…"

"You and me both." Killua murdered. Even though he knew they were talking about two completely different things, Killua agreed with that portion. The sheer amount of waisted potential of all these people who could partially use Aura was mind boggling. On his world, Aura was a safely kept secret among the hunters. If Aura was a broad topic, then more people with malicious intent would learn how to use it. Not to say that everyone that used Aura was a saint on his world, but it would be a much darker place if Aura was well known.

But here, it was a common topic it seemed. While in Tukson's book trade, he even found several books on Aura. Though he wasn't skilled enough to read it yet, it was very interesting to see the books were published on the topic. Back on his world, you would be in some deep shit if you wrote a book on Aura, so the best way to learn was from another Aura user.

"In need of Purpose, direction."

Killua blinked a few times as he looked up at the headmaster of Beacon. For the first time since the beginning of the speech, Killua was interested in what Ozpin had to say. Why? Because all of Killua's life, he'd been trying to figure out what he wanted to do. He had been trying to find his own purpose, but never been successful.

After he rescued Alluka from the Zoldyck family, he thought his purpose was to protect his little sister. But now that both Alluka and Something were gone, he was yet again left without direction. He didn't know what he wanted to do with his life now that he was here.

"You assume knowledge will free you of this. But your time at this school will prove that Knowledge can only carry you so far."

Again, Killua had to agree with this. Knowledge didn't give you purpose. Even with all the knowledge he had about Aura, it didn't change the fact that he didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. Sure, he wanted to learn more about Aura, but that was more of a side quest than the actual mission. For his age, Killua was a very knowledgeable person, but that never gave him a purpose.

"It is time for you to take the first step."

When the speech was finished, Killua could only blink a few times as he watched Ozpin walk away from the microphone.

"That's it? That's all he had to say?" Killua thought. Truthfully, the speech was getting a little interesting. He expected Ozpin to say something a little more profound than 'It's time for you to take the first step.' While it was somewhat true, the white-haired boy was interested in where this speech was going. He wanted to see if Ozpin was confident that his school could give purpose…and back it up with evidence.

Instead, he finished off his speech, inviting them to take action.

Again, Killua blinked when he realized that what Ozpin did was actually pretty smart. He wasn't just saying that his school could give purpose and telling them how, but he was inviting them to find out for themselves. That would make their experience more meaningful.

"Cleaver." Killua thought again, giving a nod of approval. While people in this world may not be as strong as in his, they were indeed smart. Now, he was a little more interested in what this school had to offer besides just learning. Could it be possible to gain a purpose here?

Killua noticed that Glynda approached the microphone while Ozpin walked away.

"You will gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed."

Killua gave another nod of approval as he pushed off the wall. He really apricated the fact that most of the speeches were short and to the point. He was even impressed that they gave such little information about the so-called initiation.

He hadn't heard anything about that yet, but it sounded interesting. Even more so now that they purposefully left out any details of the Initiation so they couldn't to prepare in advance. That always made things way more fun.

"I might just like it here." Killua murdered to himself, retreating out of the Auditorium so he could explore the school a little more.

Ozpin was sitting at his desk, looking at his display while scratching his chin. He was looking over all the potential students of this year. There were quite a few of them, but only a fraction would make it through initiation.

Still though, his choice to have a special circumstance had got him in hot water with a few of his peers, namely the headmaster of Atlas, James Ironwood. Making a decision like that would not go unnoticed because it went against traditional hunter protocol.

"What on Remnant are you thinking Ozpin!" Ironwood said through the scroll display.

Ozpin took a sip of him mug while glancing at the enraged headmaster. "General Ironwood, with all the changes and strange anomalies happening, I thought it appropriate to make changes myself."

"But why have you chosen to do something as reckless as this? On paper, it sounds like you're just flexing your ego, making it seem that your students are above standard protocol."

"Believe me General Ironwood…" Ozpin started. "It's far from that."

"Then what is it Ozpin? What caused you to make a last-minute decision like this?"

Ozpin closed his eyes and intertwined his fingers. "To put it bluntly, I made this decision because a student this year was recommended by Qrow himself."

That caught Ironwood's attention. "Is that so…Then are you willing to put your reputation on the line just because some drunkard gave you a recommendation?"

"I already have."

"But this isn't like you to play favorites Professor Ozpin."

"General Ironwood, despite being a recommendation, I would never play favorites. With all the promising students this year, I wanted give all of them a chance to prove themselves with this one-time circumstance."

"So, this test isn't just for Qrow's recommendation?" Ironwood asked.

"No, that would be unfair to the other students."

"…I hope you know what you're doing Ozpin. This is a risky move and a lot of people are upset about it, including me."

"I know…" Ozpin said, taking another sip from his mug. "I will admit that I am uncertain as well, but I trust Qrow's judgement…you should too." Ozpin finished as the call ended. He sat back in his seat and tried to relish the delicious cup of coffee.

"I hate to say it, but I agree with the general."

Ozpin looked over his spectacles to see Glynda standing at his doorway with her arm crossed.

"You saw the boy in the auditorium, did you not?" Ozpin asked.

Glynda hesitated for a moment before nodding her head.

"What do you make of him?"

"…Honestly, he looks like a regular, antisocial kid."

"Is that it?"

Glynda paused again as she adjusted her glasses. "He's…very calculating."

"That he is." Ozpin said, sitting up straighter in his chair. "He chose to stand in the back of the Auditorium so he could observe everyone. From what I could tell, it was almost as if he were gauging them based on how they interacted with their peers."

"…aren't you overthinking this a little." Glynda asked, her eyebrow raised.

Ozpin intertwined his fingers again. "No…I saw the look in his eyes. He was much different than the rest of the children."

"How so?"

Ozpin closed his eyes and shook his head. "His eyes were not that of a child, but of someone who has seen what the world is really like." He said, giving a sigh. "To think that a child would possess such a look…I would hate to know what he has been through."

Killua was wondering around Beacon curiously. This massive building was awesome to say the least. He had already found multiple bedrooms, training areas, classrooms, the kitchen (Where he was promptly kicked out after making himself a sandwich and running off with it) and the library.

The last one was particularly interesting, but door was locked. Peering through the window, he saw shelves of books. This would be a great place to gain some more information about how this world ran.

He walked away from the library and continued wandering around Beacon. Eventually he made it outside where more students had gathered to get some fresh air after the ceremony. Most were in their little clicks, catting away excitingly about what Beacon was going to be like after they were officially students.

Deciding to avoid the crowds for now, Killua continued walking around the court yard, trying to find anything that might be interesting. Soon, he once again found himself alone while circling the massive building. The soft wind brushing against the blades of grass was a soothing sound. It was a nice change of pace after all the chaos that had happened the past couple of days.

Turning around another corner, Killua paused when he saw a single person standing in the middle of the grounds. He was wearing a green shirt and white pants. His hair was jet black with a single pink highlight. His eyes were closed as he seemed to just be standing there in a…neutral stance.

Killua blinked a few times and narrowed his eyes a little. He could see Aura staring to leak from this boy's body in a…very controlled manner.

GYO

Now able to see the boy's aura a bit better, it seemed that this boy had…even less aura nodes open than the usual beacon student. However, unlike most of them, this boy seemed to be controlling his aura much better. Killua watched as the boy focused the aura around his body before getting into a martial arts stance. His eye's opened to reveal a pinkish iris and Killua watched as the boy focused the aura to his hands, almost as if he were using RYU or KO. But considering that the flow of aura didn't completely diminish around his body, Killua was leaning more towards RYU.

Still though, it was amazing to see this level of Aura manipulation. So far, Killua had only seen brief examples of how people use Aura on this world, and that would involve using a bastardized version of TEN to as a small barrier to protect themselves from attacks.

But now, he was watching this boy preform martial arts in slow motion while focusing the aura to his hands and feet, depending on if he kicked or punched. It was impressive to say the least. Maybe this world new a little more about aura than he thought.

Ren was known for being a very calm individual. Under whatever kind of pressure, you could be sure to count on him to keep a level head. He was even patient enough to be lifelong friends with a girl named Nora, a spunky and every-happy girl that ran her mouth like a bullet train. But even with this kind of tolerance, Ren still found joy in his alone time where he could practice his Aura control and Martial arts. When Nora got distracted by some other students, he managed to slip away in order to get some quiet time to himself. Though he knew it was only a matter of time before childhood friend found him again.

After he finally finished his routine, Ren took a deep breath and focused on how much aura he had left. He wasn't afraid to admit that he didn't have nearly the stamina or Aura quantity as Nora, but his control was a lot better. The fact that Nora didn't really have the patience to learn advanced Aura manipulation made her control pretty bad. Though considering her brute strength and battle sense, he didn't think she would have a problem fighting…pretty much anything.

"Wow…that was pretty good."

Ren blinked a couple times as his gaze turned to a boy with white hair walking towards him. He eased out of his stance, curious as to why a stranger would strike up a conversation with him. Getting a better look, Ren could tell this boy was a couple years younger than himself, which made him wonder what he was doing at beacon. However, he was even more curious about the comment.

"You…know about Aura manipulation?" Ren asked.

The boy paused for a moment, a flicker of a smile on his face as he withdrew his hands from his pockets. His stance turned neutral. There was a brief pause before Ren's eyes widened a little. The boy's aura became visible, but it was under complete control. It coated his body without dispersing, making it seem as if he had a layer of cloths made of Aura.

"A bit. Can you do something like this?" The boy asked.

Ren paused again, simply stunned by the level of control the younger boy was displaying. Slowly, he shook his head. "I can't, at least not to that degree of containment."

"…That's a shame." The boy said as the aura disappeared. "I'm Killua Zoldyck by the way."

"Lie Ren." Ren replied before an awkward silence settled over the two.

To be honest, Killua wasn't really expecting Ren to know how to use TEN. But just seeing the boy have even some control over his aura was pretty interesting.

"If I can ask, who taught you Aura manipulation?" Ren asked.

"From a guy named Wing." Killua responded casually. "I guess Aura manipulation isn't really common, right?"

Ren shook his head. "No, it's not. Are you not from Vale?"

"Mistral." Killua said. "I got accepted to beacon so I came to Vale."

"Interesting, thought I didn't know Mistral was big on Aura control either."

"They aren't" Killua chuckled. "Which is why I found it interesting to see someone else manipulate it like you do."

"Well…" Ren said, scratching the back of his head. "It's one thing I'm good at."

"Can you do anything else?"

"Um…" Ren look visibly uncomfortable about being questioned about his abilities. That…and he didn't seem like such a talkative person to begin with. Having a stranger just walk up to him and start talking about Aura manipulation really threw the older boy for a loop. "I can do a few more things with aura. What about you?"

"I know enough to get by." Killua replied. It seemed like Ren didn't really want to talk much about his abilities. Then again, Killua couldn't really blame him because you don't just reveal what you can do to complete strangers.

"Well, if we both pass initiation and become students, why don't we have a spar sometime. It's rare that I get to fight against someone who is good at Aura manipulation." Ren suggested.

Killua shrugged slightly. "Sounds good to me."

"If you don't mind me asking though…aren't you..." Ren started, seeming as if he were trying to find the least offensive way to say this. "Aren't you a couple years early for beacon?"

"Yeah, I got accepted early. I'm not the only one though." Killua replied. He wasn't offended at all, in fact, he was use to people thinking that way about him. For as long as he remembered, he was a kid participating in things that were meant for people much older than him. From the Hunter exam, to participating in Heavens arena at the age of six, he always found himself the younger, if not the youngest of his peers.

"Interesting. You must have made quite an impression on Ozpin."

"Well, I…"

"REN!"

Suddenly, a pink and orange blur slammed into the unsuspecting boy. Both toppled to the ground in a heap of limbs with dust flying into the air.

Killua stared at the scene with wide eyed until the dust settled. When it did, he saw a girl clinging tightly onto Ren. The girl had orange hair, a pink skirt and blue eyes. She had the largest smile on her face as she nearly choked Ren with her hug.

"Ren! Where did you go? Why did you leave me? Why aren't you saying anything? Do you want to check out Beacon together? I mean, not together together because that would be weird, right? But we should totally do that! Oh, and let's sleep right next to each other too!"

"Uhhh…" Killua paused, wondering where this girl had come from. It was like she just appeared out of thin air.

The girl looked up at Killua for a split second before her attention was pulled back to the stunned boy beneath her.

"hey! Who is this and why are you hanging out with him and not me?"

"Um…Nora…" Ren said, his eyes twirling.

"*GHASP* don't tell me! You are plotting to be on his team and not mine. You two have planned this for months, haven't you? How did you form such a secret friendship without me knowing?" The girl spouted off hysterically.

"Nora! Calm down. I just met him." Ren said, sitting up and rubbing his forehead.

"Oh! Alrighty then!" Nora said as she jumped to her feet, turned to Killua, and shot over to him, stopping inches from his face. "Hi! I'm Nora! What's your name? Where are you from? Why is your hair so white? How old are you? What is…"

"Nora, if you keep asking questions, he won't be able to answer any of them." Ren said, standing up and brushing off his pants. "Sorry about that Killua, Nora is a bit…"

"Yeah…I've gathered that much." Killua said, picking up on what Ren was going to say.

"What? Huh? What are you two talking about?"

"It's nothing Nora." Ren said with a small smile. "Nora, this is Killua. He's a first year at beacon like us."

"Oh really? I had no idea because he's so young." Nora said joyfully as she turned back to Killua. "How did you get into Beacon so early? Are you excited for tomorrow? Oh OH! Do you want to be our friend? We could be on the same team and go on all kinds of adventures."

Killua had no idea how to respond to a person like this. She was the most hyperactive person he'd ever seen. "I…um…"

"Nora, I don't know if it works like that. We don't even know how teams are selected." Ren said, trying to save Killua from having to spark up a conversation with the energetic girl.

"well true, but we need to be on the same team at least." Nora said, turning back to Ren. "We could try bribing the headmaster, or have a secret call, or even locate each other with our scrolls."

Ren gave a long sigh as he glances over at Killua's still stunned facial expression. It was amusing to see how someone reacted to being around Nora. "Who knows what will happen tomorrow. We will just have to wait and find out."

"Aw! But waiting is so boring! I know, how about we set up our sleeping bags and explore the school. What do you think Ren? Can we?"

Ren shook his head again with a small smile. "Sure, we can do that."

"Awesome!" Nora exclaimed as she turned to Killua. "Do you want to come?"

"Um…I think I'm going to explore the school first and set up my sleeping area later." Killua said, deciding that he really didn't want to spend any extended periods of time with this energetic girl.

"Aw man! Oh well, your loss." Nora said as she grasped onto Ren's sleeve. "C'mon! Let's go!"

"I'll see you around Killua." Ren said as he felt himself being yanked off towards the Auditorium.

"Yeah…Likewise." Killua murmured, but Ren was way too far away to hear him. Still, it was interesting to interact with those two. Considering Ren's personality, he was curious as to how he and Nora could be friends. They were the exact opposite…

The exact opposite…

Killua chuckled a little as he buried his hands in his pockets.

"If that's the case, then I'm not surprised. After all, Gon and I were opposites as well." He thought as he turned and walked away. Just thinking back to the days of the hunter exam and greed island brought a somber smile to the boy's face. He really missed his best friend.

You want to be our friend? We could be on the same team and go on all kinds of adventures.

Killua paused again as he turned back to where the strange duo had run off too. The word echoed through his mind.

Friends.

Killua was never really one to make that many friends, but to have someone offer so casually really caught him off guard.

"Maybe…maybe one day."

When night had finally fallen, Killua managed to get a good feel of where most everything was in this giant school. More importantly, he found the lockers where everything could be stored, though it took him a few tries to figure out how to unlock and lock them. The mechanics were simple enough and similar to lockers on his world, but he was still trying to get use to the slightly more advanced technology of this place.

Eventually though, he made his way back to the auditorium where everyone would be sleeping. When he got there, he noticed the whole place was packed with both female and male students. Everyone was settling down for the night, most were already tucked away in there sleeping bags.

Killua was in his sleeping cloths as well, which consisted of a black tang top and purple shorts. He didn't have a sleeping bag though he couldn't afford much at the time. Instead, he had a single blanket and his back pack as a pillow.

Looking around the auditorium, he tried to find a place where he could sleep without having anyone bother him, but the place was pretty much packed from corner to corner.

That was until he saw a flicker of light near one of the windows. He looked over to see someone had set up a candle and was using its light to read a book. Taking a closer look, Killua actually recognized the person.

It was the black-haired girl who briefly told off Weiss Schnee after returning her dust. The girl was also wearing a night dress…and funny enough, she was still wearing her bow. She seemed like a quiet person, so getting set up near her might not be a bad idea. After all, there weren't many people close to her. So, taking his things, he decided to walk. Who knows, maybe she would be willing to share the candle light so he could get some more reading in.

Blake Belladonna could think of no better way to end the night than by leaning against a wall and cracking open a nice book under the soft glow of candle light. It was one of those rare time where she could escape the reality of the world and enjoy a simple story. After all, reality was such a harsh thing. After defecting from the white fang, getting accepted to Beacon academy, and dealing with a Schnee on the first day, sitting down and enjoying a story was the best way she could think of to spend the evening.

She flipped another page of the book, trying to tune out the sound around her. But that was easier said than done because of her extremely sensitive hearing. Though she tried to ignore it, she could practically hear every conversation going on in the auditorium.

"Hey…"

Blake nearly jumped in shock before she lowered her book to meet the blue eyes of a young boy with white hair. She easily recognized him a person included in the dust explosion that happened earlier that morning. However, that was the furthest thing on her mind right now. As she stared up at him, only one thought went through her mind.

She didn't hear him approach.

She didn't even know he was standing there until he said something. That was next to impossible because of her hearing, but there he was, standing in front of her with a neutral expression on his face.

Killua blinked a couple time before his eyebrow raised. The girl was staring at him with a very intense expression. She wasn't glaring, but he could tell he caught her off guard.

"Um…is something wrong?" Killua asked.

The girl must have realized she was staring because her eyes jumped back down to her book before looking back up at him, the intense expression gone. "No, but is there something you want?"

"Yeah…" Killua said, a little put off by her unusual behavior. He pointed to the empty place next to her. "Is this spot taken?"

The girl glanced next to her before hesitating. Reluctantly, she shook her head and gestured to him that it was free.

Again, Killua could tell she was…a bit hesitant with her answer. He couldn't really blame her because they were strangers. But without another word, he placed his back pack on the ground and sat down against the wall about three feet away from the girl. There was a bit of an awkward silence, so Killua opened his back pack and pulled out one of the language books.

"Do you mind if I share the candle light?" Killua asked, glancing over at the girl. He noticed that the bow on the top of her head twitched ever so slightly right when he asked the question. It caused him to raise an eyebrow, but he didn't say anything.

"…Be my guest."

Killua nodded before cracking open the book. Funny enough, he didn't really need the candle since he had pretty good night vision, but he didn't feel like straining his eyes tonight. Plus, it was nice and quiet over here because the girl next to him didn't seem like she wanted a conversation.

That being said, it would alleviate the awkwardness and tension if they introduced themselves.

"Killua Zoldyck." He said as he stared down at his book. He knew that the best way to get someone's name was to introduce yourself first.

The girl tore her own eyes away from her book and glanced over at him. Her stare lingered for a few moments as if she were trying to judge his intentions, but he was just simply sitting there, reading his book. However, she could tell he was waiting for her to respond.

"Blake Belladonna." She responded simply. She saw his eyes flicker over to her briefly before nodding and going back to his own business. It was actually…kinda nice because it seemed he wasn't too interested in conversation either. He was just trying to make things a little less awkward by introducing himself. And based on the last name, he wasn't a Schnee, even though he kinda looked like one.

Curiously, she glanced down at his book and noticed it was a language book called Advanced Dialects. It was an interesting choice of literature, but she wasn't going to judge, especially considering what she was reading.

"If you don't mind me asking…you seem a little young to be attending beacon." Blake commented.

Again, Killua's eyes flickered over to her before he chuckled. "That wasn't really a question, but yeah, I moved ahead two years." Killua replied. "But I wasn't the only one. That girl you helped earlier also got bumped ahead."

"earlier?"

"The dust explosion this morning…" Killua replied.

"Oh, right." Blake said, glancing back down to her book again. "I didn't really notice."

Killua was about to respond when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching them. He wasn't the only one. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bow on the top of Blakes head twitch as her attention was drawn upward too. It caused his eyes to narrow suspiciously, but he waved it off.

"Well…speak of the devil." Killua murmured when he and Blake saw two familiar figures approach them. The quiet girl smiled slightly at the comment.

"Hello~" The blond one said cheerfully as she dragged Ruby over to them. Both were dressed in their pajamas as well. "I believe you two have met my younger sister Ruby?"

"…Yeah, we've met..." Killua said dryly. "When she blew us up this morning."

"Killua!" Ruby wined. "It was an accident!"

Killua chuckled softly. "Yeah, I know. I'm just teasing you."

"Oh~ you two are already on teasing territory?" The blond girl said, grinning over at Ruby. "And you said you haven't made any friends yet."

"Wait, was I the only one who thought we were friends? That's cold Ruby." Killua said with mock hurt in his voice.

The poor girl panicked as she waved her arms frantically. "What, NoNoNo! I didn't say that…I mean I did, but I didn't think you thought we were friends yet, I mean, not that I don't want to be friend-"

"Ruby…" Killua said dryly, getting the girl to stop her sputtering. "I was joking."

"…Your teasing me again!" Ruby pouted.

The blond girl laughed loudly before turning to Killua. "I like you. Say, did you get move ahead like my sister did?"

Killua glanced at the girl. "And you are?"

"Oh, right!" the blond said, thumbing to herself. "I'm Yang Xiao Long! Nice to meet'cha. I'm Ruby's older sister."

"Killua Zoldyck, and yes I was move ahead a couple years too." Killua said as he turned to Ruby again. "Which means Yang is right, you're not that special."

It took a second for Ruby and Yang to process what he was talking about before ruby blinked a couple times. "Wait, you heard Yang say that on the airplane?"

"Who knows." Killua responded with a small grin.

"Well…that's rude." Yang frowned.

"You said it first blondie."

Yang's eyebrow twitched in annoyance as she crossed her arms, a smirk on her face. "Yeah, I think we will get along great." There was a brief silence before Yang turned to the other girl, who was politely ignoring the conversation in favor of her book. "I heard you gave Ruby a hand this morning as well. What's your name?"

Blake lowered her book with a slightly annoyed expression on her face. "Blake."

"Well Blake, it's a nice night, isn't it?"

"Yes…almost as nice as this book." Blake said, clearly not wanting to start a conversation with the two. "That I will continue to read as soon as you leave."

Even Killua blinked at how fast she dismissed the two. Though he had to admit that it was kinda funny. But deciding he wasn't part of the conversation anymore, Killua went back to reading his own book while absently listening to Ruby trying to make conversation with the stoic girl. Eventually, Weiss Schnee walked up and started screeching at Ruby and yang once again for preventing her from falling asleep. It was making it very hard to concentrate on anything else besides them.

After a few moments of their squabbling, Killua noticed Blake give a sigh and reach over to the candle.

"I guess reading time is over?" He asked sarcastically.

Blake only response was a small smile as she blew out the candle.

It was the dead of night and everyone was sleeping in the auditorium. The broken moon was shining its light through the windows, blanketing the entire room in a dim glow. Usually this glow would have been soothing enough to make anyone fall asleep, but that was not the case for Killua Zoldyck.

Currently he was laying on his back, his eyes wide open as he stared at the celling. Since his body was trained to only require a few hours of sleep a night, he was simply laying there awake, his mind deep in thought.

That was the usual case though. Since he didn't need much sleep, he usually spent his nights either practicing his TEN for hours on end, or just meditating to strengthen his spirit…and this his Aura. Either way helped improve his ability to use Aura.

But tonight, was not one of those nights. A lot had happened recently and he had much to think about. So much so that it left him even more restless and distracted to calmly lay there and practice TEN.

Silently sitting up, Killua decided he wanted some fresh air. So, without making a single sound, he stood up and left the auditorium.

After a few moments, he found himself standing in the courtyard, looking up at the broken moon. Each time he saw it, it was a clear reminder that he was indeed in the much different place. He was no longer on his world where his family could find him. He was no longer on the same world where Gon, Leorio, and Kurapika were.

Just thinking about the power that Alluka possess in order to send him here was truly mind-bending. To be able to send him to a completely different world was nothing short of impossible.

Alluka…

Memories of his misadventures with his little sister resurfaced, making the young assassin smile slightly. He had made so many good memories with her before…

That train of thought quickly ended as Killua heard footsteps headed his way. Based on the sound of a cane striking the ground with each step, he could already guess who it was. Though he was a bit surprised someone else was up this late.

"Having difficulty sleeping?"

Killua's lip curled up slightly as he recognized this voice. He turned to see the Grey-haired headmaster standing behind him, a mug in one hand and a cane in the other. Despite not catching him off guard, Killua was impressed how stealthy the older man could be considering the cane.

"Maybe."

"Well, I can understand nerves causing one to become restless, but…" Ozpin said as he took a small sip of his mug. "You don't strike me as a person with that kind of problem."

"Hmm, you can tell that much just by looking at me?" Killua asked with interest.

"I'm good at reading people, Mister Killua." Ozpin responded.

"How did you know I was out here?"

"It's wise to keep an eye on one's students, just to be sure they're safe."

Killua shook his head and grinned. "Having an old guy spying on kids while they sleep is kinda creepy."

Ozpin took another sip from his mug. "Well, you are as rude as Qrow mentioned."

"So, old man Qrow talked about me huh. And I was wondering how you know my name." Killua asked as he pocketed his hands. "He mentioned you a few times as well."

"Good things I hope."

"Maybe. He doesn't say much."

Giving a sigh, Ozpin couldn't help but feel like he wasn't even talking to a child. There were no childlike innocents in his eyes or voice. And considering Ozpin's reputation, he half expected for Killua to stammer like everyone else when meeting him for the first time.

But Killua was not like that. Even from the first sentence, the young boy could easily hold a conversation without tripping over his words.

"Unfortunately, Qrow is not a talkative man. He didn't mention that much about you either, however he insisted that I enroll you, saying you had immense potential. That is the only reason I even considered enrolling you given how young you are." Ozpin said casually.

"Well, I am honored you gave me this…privilege." Killua said sarcastically, giving a bow. "I bet Ruby and I were so fortunate to even be considered."

"…I can't help but feel you are mocking me." Ozpin said with slight amusement. He was a little happy to see this because it showed that this boy might have a little bit of childlikeness after all.

"And yet you don't seem very upset." Killua responded, looking up at the man.

"There are very few things that get me upset Mister Killua." Ozpin said, taking another sip of his mug. "One of them being any kind of threat to my students."

Killua instantly understood the certain undertone Ozpin used when saying that. "…I see where this is going." The former assassin said with a small grin. "I mean, I was wondering why such a prestigious figure like yourself would stroll right up to me, where I'm sure there are a lot of other students are dying to meet you."

"Sarcasm aside…" Ozpin said. "I have to know; will you be of any threat to my students Mister Killua?"

"…Well, that's a peculiar question to ask a young 15-year old boy. Do I really look that dangerous?" Killua asked, his eyebrow raised.

"Looks can be deceiving. We have no records of you anywhere in any database in Remnant. Now I know that it's impossible to keep track of every person, however I find…the lack of data to be a very worrying detail."

The corners of Killua's mouth curled up slightly. This man was really smart and instantly suspected him because he didn't have any kind of background.

"I guess I'm just one of those people then." Killua responded. "But even if I say I'm not a threat and simply want to learn, would you believe me?"

"A very good point. But I just want to hear it from you." Ozpin said, lowering his mug and fixing Killua with an intense gaze. "Are you a threat to my students."

Killua met his gaze, not flinching or looking away. He had to give it to this man. Despite not having all of his Aura node unlocked, his presence was very intense. If this guy could reach his full potential, no doubt he would be a force to be reckoned with.

In a way, he felt a little bad for people on this world because it was like they were trying to climb a mountain with one arm tied behind their backs.

Giving a sigh, Killua met his gaze. "I'm not a threat. I'm only here to learn."

Ozpin stared at him for a while before closing his eyes and taking another sip of his mug.

"That statement…only half of it is true. Isn't it, Mister Killua?"

Killua blinked a few times, raising his eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that your first sentence was the truth, in which I am very glad to hear, but the second was a lie." Ozpin said, meeting Killua's gaze again. "While it's true you are here to lean, I can tell it's not the only thing you wish to gain by attending my academy."

Killua closed his mouth, definitely impressed by Ozpin's insight ability. "Then tell me old man, what do I want?"

Ozpin closed his eyes again. "I will echo what I said at the ceremony…" He started, looking back at Killua. "When I look at you, I see someone who is seeking something more than just knowledge. I look at you, and I see someone who is trying to find direction…purpose."

Again, Killua was very impressed with Ozpin's deduction skills. Not many people could figure something like that out with just a glance and a few exchanges of words. "Well, aren't I just an open book." Killua said, though he couldn't quite keep the wonder completely out of his voice. "So, will I find purpose here?"

"That depends on you." Ozpin said, turning away from the boy and took a few steps. "This academy is just a door to a multitude of pathways. Whatever road you chose, it all started with taking the first steps." He continued. "Our purpose is not assigned at birth Mister Killua, rather forged by our own personal choices."

Killua didn't respond as he turned away from Ozpin. He again looked up at the broken moon while reflecting on his words. Ozpin didn't know how right he was about Killua. For his entire life, Killua didn't know what he wanted to do. He didn't know what his purpose would be. And Ozpin was right again when he said a purpose was forged by our own personal decisions. After all, Killua rejected his original purpose as an assassin.

"Old man…" Killua said. "I hope I can find a purpose here."

Ozpin paused before he started walking way. "I hope you can as well. Try not to stay up too late Mister Killua. You have a long day ahead of you."

Killua watched Ozpin walk away into the distance, a small smile forming on his lips.

"Osu." He said softly while looking back up moon.

Authors Note: Yeah…Not much happened in this chapter. To be honest, I received a complaint that someone stopped reading because they felt I was going way to fast. So, I decided to slow down a little. This chapter was originally planned to have some of the actual initiation in it, but I decided to leave that out as well because I didn't want to go to fast. Then again, I might get complaints that this chapter was to slow and didn't move the plot along that much. What can I say? Authors never really win.

So, what did you think of the chapter? This took a little while to write because I published a chapter of blank slate last week.

If you want to see more of this story, please drop a review. The next chapter will hopefully have the whole Initiation in it, but who knows what will happen when I am writing. Inspiration flows when you are pounding away at the keyboard, so I don't even know what next chapter will bring.

Until then!