Yo! So, as I promised, here's the first chapter. This took me longer than I thought cuz I had to start this chapter from scratch. The chapter I had planed, just shitty without context. So, here's some context in the form of a chapter! Haha...god that was bad. Anyway, I will try and update wither bi-weekly or monthly. With trying to find a job and failing interviews, its gonna be hard to write, but I promise you that I will update.

Disclaimer: I only own the characters that I create, like Paul. Paul is funny, you'll see.

Edit 7/15/19: Added a line or two about Nathan's hand.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

"Over the phone'

"OH! AND WOULD YOU BELIEVE THIS?! OUR CHAMPION IS ON THE ROPES!" The announcer called out over his microphone, getting the crowd to cheer even harder. Men and women all around in a circular arena, looking down on the field of battle. Two people seemed to be fighting with the intent to kill the other.

One seemed to be no older than 17, with grey, almost white, hair and chocolate brown eyes that went nicely with his tanned complexion. Poking out from the top of his messy hair were two wolf eyes, that were also grey in color. He had his lower face cover with a white scarf, that had managed to stay on his face throughout the fight. The boy was wearing a white shirt where the sleeves went down to the elbows. After the shirt, he had on some type of gauntlets that were a dark grey with dark, almost midnight, blue highlights on them. He had one white cargo pants with military camouflage patterns. His black combat boots were digging into the ground as he held his gauntlet covered arms in an X-formation in front of his face to guard against a heavy blow.

The boys' opponent seemed to be older, about 40 or so. The man was bald with jade green eyes and black eyebrows and goatee. The man opted to be shirtless, only wearing black pants and black boots. The man's hands were unlike the rest of his body, as they were made of pure metal.

"ZACH 'IRON FIST' LONGHEART HAS OUR DEFENDING CHAMPION ON THE ROPES! WILL NATHAN EVER BE ABLE TO DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN BLOCK?" The announcer screamed into his mic. The crowd cheering louder as Zach sent a wild haymaker to the side of Nathan's face, sending him flying into one of the walls, cracking it from the force of the punch. As he dropped to the floor, Zach laughed heartily.

"You know, you should just give up. A boy your age shouldn't be fighting in illegal, underground fighting tournaments." Zach shouted to his opponent, making sure that Nathan could hear him over the roar of the crowd. Nathan just looked at him, pain could be seen in his eyes, but there was also determination in them.

"Doesn't matter what you think. I'm still gonna whoop your ass." Nathan spoke as he pulled his scarf down just enough to spit some blood out of his mouth, but it was enough to see that his lower face has a couple of scars. One was small, but very noticeable as it was on the left side of his mouth, a small diagonal line over his lips.

"HAHAHAHA! YOU THINK THAT YOU STILL CAN?!" Zach just continued to laugh, even going so far to put his hands on his hips and throw his head back. Nathan just growled at the overconfident man, his lips curving into a scowl. The crowd was just as alive as ever. "You're on your last legs boy, just give up."

Nathan forced himself up, refusing to give up. There was a hundred thousand lien reward for whoever won this fight, and he was gonna make sure it was him.

"Why are you even laughing? You get a kick outta beating up kids?" Nathan out his guard up again as he stared at his opponent with hard eyes. Zach stopped laughing, opting to just stare at the young boy.

"Really? That's the best you could come up with, boy?" Zach just chuckled and shook his head. "There is only one king. Only one crown. And that crown is mine, boy." Sneer present on his face as he spoke. Zach had a dislike of the Faunus people. He had just grown up that way.

"I'd like to think that my three wins so far disprove that fact. This is just gonna be another notch on my belt." Nathan ran forward after speaking, guard still up.

Zach was waiting for him to get close. Standing at 6'11" and with bigger muscles that bodybuilders would be envious of, Zach looked like a force of nature compared to Nathan's 5'8" runner build. And yet, when Nathan reached Zach, the man failed to accomplish what he wanted. He was trying to go for a grab, when smaller boy ducked and was inside the man's guard. He could do nothing against the onslaught of punches to his abdomen that Nathan unleashed upon him. If you were in the crowd, you couldn't see Nathan's arms moving, as they were flying faster than the normal eye could see. The crowd never quieted down. In fact, they seemed to grow louder with each punch.

With one last punch, Nathan put the last of his strength into it and sent the older man tumbling back, before he fell to his knees, and then onto his face. Nathan just stared down at the man that was old enough to be his father, breathing heavily. As he was gulping down air, the ref and the announcer both came down into the arena.

"YOU SAY IT HERE AGAIN FOLKS! WE HAVE OUR UNDEFATED CHAMPION, FOR THE FOUTH YEAR IN A ROW!" If it was even possible, the crowd seemed to grow even louder. "I'VE BEEN YOUR HOST, JIMMY FIRECRACKER! THANK YOU AND GO-" Before Jimmy could finish, the stadium's doors seemed to all blow open as police flooded in.

"NOBODY MOVE! THIS IS THE MISTRAL POLICE! STAY WHERE YOU ARE AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" Of course, this being an underground fighting ring, nobody listened. People were running every which way, excluding Nathan. He couldn't really move as that was his toughest fight so far. The man would just soak up everything that he dished out. Nathan just sighed and walked over to the wall, where he put his hand out to help steady himself as he slowly moved to sit down, wanting to rest his body. It took a few minutes, but the police finally came into the arena itself, weapons already drawn. Nathan was so close to passing out from exhaustion, when he heard a familiar voice call out over the sea of police.

"Well, well, well, never thought I'd see you so soon, Nathan." Nathan just groaned and hung his head, letting unconsciousness claim his mind.

3 hours later

"Uhhh, my head." Nathan groaned, bringing his hands to cradle his aching head. As his did so, he heard the familiar clinking of police cuffs on him, making him groan even louder. "Brothers damn it all. I thought that was just a dream." As he opened his eyes, he saw that he was interrogation room, complete with one door, a one-way mirror, two chairs and one table.

"Fucking hell, can y'all turn the fucking light down!" Nathan shouted as he brought his head down, covering his eyes from the light that was, in his opinion, to fucking bright. It was at this moment that he noticed that he had his hands uncovered from his gauntlets.

He scowled as he looked down on his scared hands. Seeing his half of his left hand, his pinky and ring fingers, as a metal prosthetic made him mad, as he remembered part of his past. A part that made him who he is today. And he hated remembering the past.

He didn't know how long it took, but the door finally opened and he lifted his head, but moved his hands to his forehead, shading his eyes from the still too bright lighting.

The woman he saw wasn't Police Chief Paul, someone he had gotten to know sort of well, seeing as this isn't his first time in the Police center. No, this was a woman with blonde hair tied in a bun with a curl on the right side of her face, coming in contact with her oval glasses that were in front of her green eyes. She was wearing a white long-sleeved top and a black pencil skirt that seemed to be high up on her waist. She had a pad in one hand and a riding crop in the other, for whatever reason.

"You know," The lady started, "You really should just stay in jail. Fighting in underground matches could get you killed, so why do you do it?" There was some concern in her voice, Nathan could tell. But, it was over shadowed by curiosity.

"Well, if you must know," Nathan started, a smile starting to creep onto his face as he closed his eyes, "Then you should probably read my file." He sniggered as he saw her face morph from curiosity to anger as she also glared at him. She was about to retort when the door opened up again. This time, it was a male, but again it wasn't the Police Chief.

The new person had silver hair and brown eyes that hid behind shaded spectacles. He wore a black suit, unzipped, over a dark green buttoned vest and a green shirt. He also had on dark green suit pants. He held a coffee mug in one hand and a cane in the other. The door closed behind him, signaling that there was no one else coming in at the current moment.

"What do you want old timer? You don't work for the force, so why're you and the 'good witch' here?" Nathan question the male in front of him. If he looked offended at the 'old timer' jab, he didn't show it, only an amused smile appeared on his face.

"Nice to see that you have that spunk that the Police Chief told us about."

"Where is Paul, anyway? He should've been here by now." Nathan complained, wanting to see his 'friend' again.

"He's out writing a report over what he found tonight. Though, you should know that, shouldn't you?" The man questioned Nathan, raising an eyebrow as well.

"Nah not really. All I know is that he's the one who catches me, but he knows almost everything about me. You could say that he's the expert on anything involving me." Nathan retorted.

"I see." The man said calmly. This man unnerved Nathan. He knew who he was, and what he could do.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Anybody worth their shit knows who you are," Nathan started, staring directly into the man's eyes, "Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy, the greatest Huntsman school to exist."

"Good, you know me." Ozpin stated, pausing to take a drink of coffee before continuing, "But what you don't know, is that I also know you." Now this caught Nathan's attention as he shifted in his chair. Now used to the light, he leaned back until his back hit the chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Really? And what exactly do you know about lil ol' me?" Nathan just raised a brow in question, staring at the headmaster and, what he can assume, his assistant. He got a chuckle from the headmaster and another glare from 'good witch'.

"I know that you're an orphan because your mother died when you were ten."

"Everyone knows that. That's on my record." Nathan's fists clenched, but they were hidden under his armpits.

"I know you've been doing underground fights to have somewhat of a living."

"Again, on my file." His face became blank, not showing any emotion to the people in front of him.

The 'good witch' glared at Nathan even harder than before. It wasn't his fault that he made everything difficult when he was in an interrogation room.

"I know that when you nine, you were taken by bandits." This got Nathan to freeze. No one knew about that. He refused to talk about it, and every time it got why he was gone from school for so long, he dodged the question with something. His hands fell into his lap as his head fell as well. Hands balling into fists in anger and frustration, trying to think of a way out of this situation.

"I know about what went on it that camp you were held at. I know abo-" Nathan, not wanting to hear anymore, slammed his hands on the table.

"What. Do. You. Want." Nathan let out, teeth gritted in righteous anger. He tried to repress those memories as best he could, and now they all came back at full force.

"I wanted to see one of the people that will be attending my school." Ozpin stated as he stood up, getting Nathan to look at him through glaring eyes. "I do hope that you come to terms that what happened, was not your fault. You were nine." Having said his piece. He left for the door, with the 'good witch' going first. Before he left, Ozpin turned to the boy and said, "I do hope that you spend that hundred thousand lien wisely now."

This caught Nathan by surprise. He was about to ask what he meant, but he had already left the room. Nathan just sat there, think about all that's happened, but then he stopped. He then thought about the future could bring. Ozpin knew that he was enrolled in Beacon, so Ozpin knew that he wanted to be a Huntsman. And after tonight, Nathan is surprised that the headmaster is still going to let him attend the prestigious school.

"Hehehe, this is going to be an interesting school year." Nathan said to himself, as the door opened again and showed the slightly portly frame of Paul, complete with balding head and blue uniform. Nathan just laughed at seeing him. "Haha, Paul! Man, do I have a story to tell you!" Nathan seemed enthusiastic to see him as the door closed behind Paul.

So, how'd you like Paul? Anyway, if you couldn't tell, this story will follow Nathan and three others as well as the main cast, but it will mainly focus on Team MONT(Mountain)...I'm not very creative...sorry.

(1)(2): So, I listened to just about two songs while writing this. And they were 'Only One King' by Tommee Profitt and 'Dove and Genade' by Hollywood Undead. I added these lines from them cuz I thought that fit in the story.

Besides that, I hope you guys like it and continue to support me with this story. R&R and have a great day, you lovely people!