V1E3 - New Blood
A week has passed since Anon first came into Beacon and today, the Beacon first years will finally arrive. Anon's phone blared a death metal riff at just the right volume to send someone flying off their bed in fright. From the cold hardwood floor, Anon groaned.
"Urgh. Wh-why the fuck do I keep doing this to myself again?"
He slowly brought himself to his feet before stretching with a yawn, His joints popping satisfyingly. He inhaled deeply then exhaled.
"It's been a week and I'm still amazed by how clean the air is."
He walked to his room's window and opened it, aerating his room. He leaned on the frame.
"Time to get ready."
His morning routine was nothing to write home about. Shit, shower, shave. Usually, he'd make himself breakfast but since he doesn't have a kitchen in his room, he'll have to wait until breakfast at 7:30. he checked his scroll, 7:15.
"When did the student arrive again?" He told himself as he brushed his teeth. "8, maybe 9 o'clock? I have loads of time."
He spat into the sink and let the water clean it out. He looked himself into the mirror, the bags under his eyes lightened slightly but remained noticeable. He traced his finger over his bags before pulling them down gently to check his bloodshot.
"Not much today. Good." He smirked. "Can't have Bun-bun be a worry worth again, now do I?"
The reflection of his hollow eyes stared back.
"Alright. Show time's going to start soon. Better get ready."
The door to the bathroom swung open, revealing a naked Anon framed by billowing steam. No point in wearing his uniform since classes start the day after initiation. He wore the same outfit that he first came into Remnant with. A simple grey zip-up hoodie, a blue t-shirt, black pants and gray running shoes. He rubbed his left wrist. His fingers ran across a worn, handmade bracelet like countless times before.
"It's still there."
On his nightstand rested three rings and a corded necklace. The smallest of the rings was made of gold with a ruby as the centrepiece. The gold frame was tarnished and the ruby was cracked. The other two rings were made of iron that was cold forged into signets. Each held a bloodstone with the smaller one depicting a proud lioness laying with her cubs, while the other depicted a wounded bird of prey. Anon rubbed the lioness signet, cleaning it of any grime. He slipped the smaller signet on his left pinky and the raptor on his left middle finger. He stared emptily at the gold ring before slipping it on his right ring finger. He eyed the necklace, its cords hanging over the edge of the nightstand. He held the pendant and rubbed it lightly. The stone shined like the cosmos, with white stars and milky stripes peppering the pinks, purples, blues and black background. He shook his head and put it back on the nightstand.
He locked the door behind him as he left with a simple press on his scroll. He whistled as he walked out of the dorm with his hands behind his head. The halls of the dorm buildings were slightly alive with activity. Though if he were to guess, they will become far livelier once the first years settle in. From what Anon has learned from Glynda, most third and fourth years leave the dorm building altogether to stay at Huntsman stables or personal apartments. Not that they stay there long, as they are almost always on training missions, the fourth years especially.
"I can't wait for this place to be inundated with teenagers." He drew out sarcastically.
"Gee, someone's anti-social."
The hand that shamelessly fondled his buttocks left very little to the imagination as to who this was. He didn't bother turning back or stopping the groping.
"No, just children, which includes teenagers."
Coco popped next to him, her right hand still firmly gripping his ass.
"Usually, people cuss me out by this point."
He gasped in mock offence.
"What could possibly make them do such a thing?!"
CVFY's fashionista sniggered.
"This is why I like ya, Hope! Not too serious, not too silly."
She squeezed her hand.
"And you got a firm little butt over there."
He rolled his eyes.
"You're lucky I like you, Coco. 'Cause if it was anyone else I'd complain to HR."
Coco joined her hands and held them next to her face.
"Awww! so you do like me!"
His eyes rolled to the back of his head.
"Yes, Coco. Because that's what I wanted you to take away from me. The fact that I'm fond of you and not that you're one complain away from a court case."
"Nah, that's crazy talk!"
"I am shocked that no one has a restraining order against you."
She posed like a walkway model, flaunting her fashion sense.
"When you look as good as I do, you could commit murder and get away with it!"
Anon looked her up and down, from head to toe. Coco, confident that her style was perfect, let him gaze as much as he pleased. He smirked cruelly.
"Those shades are so last year. Wack."
Coco's eyes went wide and her confidence shattered like glass.
"BULLSHIT THEY ARE!" She screamed.
"Wack," He repeated.
"Says the dick hole wearing 'Depression' the outfit!"
"Wack!~" He sang.
"They're not wack! Stop it!"
He chuckled.
"Too easy."
She groaned.
"Ass!"
He wiggled his hips suggestively.
"You know you like it." He sang mockingly with a half-smile.
Coco crossed her arms and grumbled.
"I'm not wack! Stupid! Stupid Hope... with his... stupid... ass!"
"Wack Coco with her Wack-ass shades!"
This went on for a while.
The unlikely duo kept chiding each other as they entered the mess hall, only stopping when they found Velvet amidst the crowd. Kinda hard to miss her, considering her ears poke above everyone else. Coco smiled perversely then dropped into a sneaky crouch to infiltrate the crowd. Anon sighed.
She's going to make a mess again.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Velvet kept apologizing as she tried cutting against the current of the crowd with her breakfast intact.
Suddenly, the Velvetine Rabbit felt two hands digging their fingers on her ass. She yelped as her foot caught on something. She fell just as she left had the crowd.
"Oh no!"
What she thought would be a mess of her breakfast all over the floor and her along with it ended up not happening. Instead of the cold hard ground, there was a lukewarm blue button-up to cushion and prevent her fall. She looked up and there stood Anon, holding her tray.
"What would you do without me?"
"Anon!" she exclaimed happily.
He saved the day! And the only casualties were that some of her juice spilled over and her Sunnyside ups were oozing. He handed the tray back to her.
"Thank you!"
"No problems, bun-bun."
Velvet turned and glared at the culprit.
"Of course it was Coco!" she complained quietly. "It's always her."
Like the gremlin she is, Coco chortled.
"C'mon! It's fine, Prince charming over there saved you anyhow!"
"Urgh."
"Come," Anon told the both of them. "Let's get to our seats before they get taken."
"What about your breakfast?" Velvet asked.
He looked at the ongoing massive blitzkrieg at the front desk.
"I think I'll pass and just get something from the vending machines," He explained as they reached their table.
"Again?" Velvet disapprovingly frowned as she set her tray down. "You need a balanced breakfast, Anon."
"I know but..." He pointed at the veritable stampede. "Fuck that!"
"If I can brave the crowd, so can you!"
"I don't have an Aura, Velvet! I'm going to get fucking crushed!"
"It's fine! I'll-" She paused. "I-I'll protect you!"
Anon stared blankly at Velvet, who shrunk under it.
"Sure you will..." He drolled monotonously.
"H-have some faith! Please!"
"No."
Velvet deflated and began poking at her food.
"You don't treat Coco like this..." She complained dejectedly.
"Mostly because that bitch would kill a man if they as much as scuff her outfit."
"Ya damn right!" Coco piped up. "I didn't spend an hour choosing this outfit for some oaf to ruin it!"
"You on the other hand would bow and kowtow before someone for tripping in front of them."
She tried to counter his point.
"I! I uh..."
Anon raised a judgemental eyebrow.
"Ok, yeah I would probably do that." She acquiesced.
"See?"
Coco sighed
"I keep telling her to stand up for herself. And what does she do?"
"I know." Velvet sulked. "I just... I don't like fighting with people."
"Vel..."
Anon shook his head.
"Welp. If you can't do it alone," he smiled. "We'll do it with you."
Velvet smiled.
"Thank you."
They exchanged idle chitchat for the remainder of breakfast time and soon enough, the other half of Team CVFY came to the table.
"Morning, lads." Anon welcomed.
"Yo." Fox yawned.
"Good morning, Anon," Yatsuachi replied politely.
They set down their trays and took their seats. Fox's portions were modest but high in caloric density, while Yatsuachi was positively overflowing with protein.
So that's what they've been feeding you. Wait, is that steak? Who the fuck serves steak for breakfast?!
Anon checked his scroll. 8:00. He pocketed his scroll before standing up.
"I'll go ahead."
"Wanna scout out the newbs?" Coco looked up from her scroll.
"Since I'll be dealing with them, might as well see who to avoid and who to keep track of."
"Think there's going to be troublemakers?"
Anon looked at Coco funnily. She hummed affirmatively.
"Point taken. Have fun!"
He sighed as he left the group.
"Fun? I don't think there's going to be much fun to be had if the Ice Queen's going to be on her shit."
Bullheads landed and a flood of new students came pouring from the aircrafts. Anon slav squatted near the edge of the landing zone, snacking on a dispenser sandwich, warm canned soup and bottled water.
All that's missing are used panties and it'll be just like those Japanese vending machines. God knows those'll sell out.
The next row of bullheads came and went, leaving behind more and more recruits. One bullhead in particular landed. It was a pale blue and snow white, bearing a peculiar emblem. A snowflake.
"Here comes the blue blood."
Out of the bullhead came a young woman with pure white hair, pale blue eyes, a pale blue and white dress with red inner lining. She had a small scar in the corner of her left eye. She ordered her manservants around, pilling way too much luggage on one small cart.
Other bullheads let out their passengers, one blond guy rushed out, barely holding in his breakfast before just unloading it all in a nearby trash can.
"And there goes the paladin. Well... he'll be one later."
Anon stood up and dusted himself before joining Jaune. On his way over, he gave the luggage cart a gentle push. It didn't move much because of how heavy it was but still a solid two feet or so. The blond squire was gripping the trash can for dear life as he emptied the content of his stomach. Anon gave him a few encouraging taps on his back.
"Let it all out, buddy."
Jaune burped but managed to raise a weak thumbs up.
"W-will do-" He resumed vomiting.
Poor bastard. You'll be better soon. I think?
Jaune fell to his knees once he was done dry heaving, still clinging to the trash can.
"Oooooh!" He gurgled. "I hate common transport."
"So do I, but I think that we hate it for different reasons."
Anon handed his water bottle over. Jaune snatched it and chugged it like it was precious nectar gifted from the gods. He gasped once he finished the bottle.
"Hah... Thanks." He offered the bottle back. "And uh... Sorry for drinking all your water."
Anon put his hand in front of him, disapprovingly, as he scrunched his nose in disgust at the puke-covered lip of the bottle.
"It's fine... You can keep the bottle."
Jaune noticed why he was so disgusted and smiled awkwardly.
"Oops."
"Just throw it away."
Anon pulled a packet of tissues and offered Jaune some to wipe his face.
"Thanks."
"No problems, Vomit boy."
"Ah hey!"
Anon chuckled.
"Sorry, I had to."
Jaune deflated.
"Urgh. I barely started my first day and I already have an embarrassing nickname!"
"Technically your first day starts once you complete the initiation." Anon teased. "So you got your nickname before your first day even started!"
Jaune was horrified.
"That's even worst!"
A sudden crash followed by a yelp interrupted Anon's teasing. Anon whipped his head around and saw a pair of legs buried under a pile of luggage. He groaned exasperatedly.
"I even moved it! How in the fuck do you even-... Argh!"
He exhaled.
"Whatever."
He turned to the yellow squire.
"I'll be right back. If you see a shrill-voiced snow-coloured ice bitch, fucking hide."
"Will do?"
Anon grumbled as he walked toward the buried legs. The legs kept waving around in a panic, a muffled cry for help could be barely heard. Anon took hold of her feet.
"Hold your skirt down, I'm gonna pull you out."
A pair of small hands struggled to move through the mountain of briefcases and travel bags to keep her skirt from flipping and revealing things that shouldn't be made public. With a tug and a pull, a certain flower was rescued from the princess's devilish luggage.
"Thank you!"
"Ya welcome."
He let go of her legs as she sat up. She rubbed the lump on her head.
"Ow..."
"You okay?"
"I'm fine." She looked up at him with her big silver eyes. "Hey... I know you!"
"I'm shocked you remember me, rosebud," He admitted.
"Of course I'd remember you!"
"What do you think you're doing?!" A new voice rang out shrilly.
Anon rolled his eyes, not bothering to face the newcomer.
"There was an accident, as you can clearly see. This poor lass nearly got crushed by this pile of useless trash you call luggage."
Weiss snarled at him as her manservants went to work pilling her luggage up, properly this time.
"You call precious Schnee property trash?"
"Considering it was piled up like a garbage heap, how could I not make the connection," Anon remembered that the servants were right in front of him. "Uh... no offence, lads."
"None taken," They answered in unison.
"Do you have any idea of the cost of the damage she could have done?" The ice queen questioned.
"I do and I don't care." He spat as he helped Ruby to her feet. "There."
"Thanks again!" Ruby chipperly thanked.
She turned to the servants gathering the luggage.
"Well, since I caused this mess." She took one of the cases off the ground. "Let me help."
Weiss snatched the case out of Ruby's hands angrily.
"Give me that!"
"S-sorry..." Ruby dejectedly apologized.
Weiss opened the case worriedly before sighing in relief. Her Dust flasks are undamaged. She took one out and began absentmindedly waving it around, releasing some of the Dust into a cloud.
"Do you have any idea what this is?" She condescendingly asked Ruby.
"Uuuuh?"
"What are you? Braindead?" She admonished. "Dust, Schnee Dust! Elemental properties, energy, Power!"
"I-" Ruby began coughing from the Dust. "I know!"
"Are you even listening to me? Is any of this sinking in?" Weiss kept her verbal assault on Ruby going. "What do you have to say for yourself?!"
"Enough!" Anon shouted as he moved Ruby away from the Dust cloud. "She already apologized, you pampered bitch!"
Weiss gasped at the insult.
"Do you have any idea who I am?!" Weiss demanded to know as she stomped over to him and got all up in his space.
Anon stood a solid eight inches taller than Weiss. The size difference made Anon chuckle.
"I know all too well who you are," Anon pushed her away from him with a finger to her forehead. "Princess of the lollypop guild."
"Why you-"
"It's heiress, actually." A new voice monotonously piped up.
A black-haired woman with amber eyes walked to the side of the group, her eyes not lifted from her novel.
"Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company," She explained. "One of the largest producers of energy propellants in the world."
Weiss smiled smugly at the recognition. Annoyed, Anon rolled his eyes.
"See?" Weiss' smugness made Anon want to punch her in the face.
"The same company," Blake continued, ticked off by Weiss' attitude. "infamous for its controversial labour forces and questionable business partners."
Weiss' smile dropped.
"WHA-"
"Aaaah, yes. That one." It was Anon's turn to be smug. "The one with borderline slavery and dubious business ethics?"
"That's the one." Blake hid her smile behind her book.
Weiss was seething at her family name being tarnished.
"The nerves on the both of you!" She yelled in outrage.
Anon was having none of it.
"The nerves on your fucking company for enslaving people and branding them like cattle!"
Weiss froze, her attitude disappearing along with her temper. She looked away, her face scrounged in shame.
"That was... a long ago." she finally managed to say, quietly.
Anon looked Blake in the eyes. She clenched them shut with a shake of her head.
"Not long enough it seems."
Weiss bit her lip before stomping off. Just before she left, however, she turned to Anon. Her wrathful expression tempered by the nascent tears in the corners of her eyes.
"I'll make you regret those words."
Anon had an impassable expression.
"Then prove to me and the world that you're not the monster your company's legacy implies."
Weiss became quiet, before turning away and leaving.
"I don't have to prove anything to anyone!" She finally said as she left.
Anon shook his head.
"You'll learn in time, Weiss. You'll learn in time."
He pivoted his head to Blake. The two exchanged a look before bowing their heads at each other. Blake left for a quiet place to read. probably.
Ruby poked her fingers together guiltily.
"Sorry for dragging you into my mess."
"It's fine. I'm used to being scorned by now."
"Still..."
Jaune pocked his head in.
"Is the, and I quote, 'snow-coloured ice bitch' gone?" he asked.
"Yes, you can come out now."
Ruby pouted cutely.
"You shouldn't call people names, mister! That's mean!"
Anon shrugged.
"Was I wrong to call her a shrill-voiced snow-coloured ice bitch?"
Ruby kept her pout, refusing to acknowledge his meanspirited words. Anon laughed.
"You're way too nice to people."
Ruby rocked back and forth on her heels.
"There are already a lot of bad people in the world. I just think that there need to be good people too."
"I guess you're right."
Jaune joined the two.
"You sound like my mom."
"Pfff. What a way to introduce yourself there, bruv!" Anon chided lightly.
Ruby took a long hard look at Jaune, holding her hand to her chin questioningly.
"Uh... do I have something on my face?" he said as he pointed to his face.
Ruby hit her palm with her fist like she solved a riddle.
"You're the guy who threw up on the bullhead!" She pointed at Jaune, triumphantly.
Jaune's expression froze as he felt all the optimism about his new huntsman social life just vanish into the wind. Anon held his sides he was laughing so much.
"BAHAHAHAHAHA!" Anon wiped a tear from his eye. "You fucking killed him, dude! Holy shit!"
Ruby began panicking.
"I-I-I didn't mean to make fun of you! I swear!"
The trio had left the landing zone and were moving towards the auditorium. Anon, aware that these two idiots didn't know where to go, took the lead.
"All I'm saying is that motion sickness is a much more common problem than people let on!"
Jaune had gone on a tirade ever since they left the whole Ice Queen incident behind.
"To be fair," Anon cut into his tirade. "Vomit boy is appropriate, regardless of context."
"I have a name! It's Jaune Arc! Short, sweet-"
Anon stopped walking and held his hand in front of Jaune.
"I'mma stop you right there, chief, and tell you that that line is lame as hell."
"But you didn't let me finish!"
"I have a sixth sense when it comes to cringe and you were giving away mad cringe energy."
"That's not true!"
"Ok then." Anon turned to Ruby. "How does 'Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue and the ladies love it' sound to you."
Ruby's eye's drained of all light and her face frozen into an expressionless mask.
"See?" Anon rested his case as Jaune sighed in discouragement.
Ruby shook out of her cringe-induced trance and held her chin.
"Say, mister..."
"Whassup?"
"I... I never caught your name."
"Oh yeah! Neither did I!" Jaune added.
"True, we never properly introduced ourselves, now did we?" Anon admitted. "Let's change that!"
Anon turned on his heels slickly and gave a theatrical curtain-call-style bow.
"Mine name art Anon Hope!" He raised his head with a joking smirk. "A pleasure to befriend you."
Ruby giggled and did a curtsy.
"My name is Ruby Rose! and the pleasure is all mine!"
"I know." Anon smiled mysteriously before continuing down the path to the auditorium.
Jaune leaned into Ruby's ear.
"What do you think he meant by 'He Knows'?"
She tried thinking about it but came up with only blanks.
"Beats me." She shrugged.
They kept a small chatter as they walked. Since Ruby was there, the topic of weapons inevitably came up.
"Oh yeah? Think my sword is lame?!" Jaune accused.
"Compered to shotgun-gauntlets, spear-rifle and sword-sickle-handgun." Anon named off the top of his head. "Yeah, kind of boring."
"Yeah?! Well... What about that brick on her back?!"
Ruby gasped, offended.
"Excuse you! Cresent Rose is not a brick!"
"Well, what is it then?"
Ruby grinned as she pulled out and unfolded her weapon. From a compact package to a large scythe.
"Is that a scythe?" Jaune admired the weapon in question.
"Sniper-scythe," Anon said, not even looking at Cresent Rose.
"A what?"
Ruby pulled the massive bolt action back.
"It's also a gun!" she exclaimed proudly.
Jaune fumbled around with his scabbard before putting it on his wrist and mecha-shifting it into his shield.
"Ooooh!" Ruby rushed around, looking at the shield from every angle. "What else can it do? can they fuse and turn into flame-throwing greatsword?!"
"Uhhh. N-no. I huh... it's just a shield-scabbard."
"Oh!" Ruby lost some of her enthusiasm. "It's ok! uh... it's still kind of..."
Ruby desperately looked for the right words to use.
"It's still neat!"
Jaune wasn't convinced.
"Sure it is."
Ruby laughed awkwardly as she rubbed the back of her head.
"Sorry. I'm kind of a dork when it comes to weapons."
Anon scoffed lightly.
"Considering you made that death trap," He pointed to Cresent Rose. "I think we already knew that."
Jaune looked to Ruby with surprise and admiration.
"Wait, you made that?!"
Ruby looked at Jaune like he was a crazy person.
"Yeah? Every student at Signal academy crafts their own weapons." she tilted her head curiously. "Didn't you make yours?"
"Nope." Anon cut. "Heirloom, right?"
"Yep, My great-great-grandfather used it to fight in the Great War."
Anon spluttered.
"Pffff, was his name Caesar?"
(A/N: Pronounced in proper Latin I.E. Kay-zar)
Jaune was startled.
"How'd you know?! And did you know how to pronounce it properly?!"
Anon raised an eyebrow.
That wasn't expected... so his old man is named Caesar, huh... that's not part of the lore...
"An educated guess. Crocea Mors is a dead giveaway."
"How do you know the name of my sword?"
Anon smiled mysteriously once more.
"I just know."
The group arrived at the Amphitheatre doors quicker than in Canon.
"We're here," Anon announced. "The seats at the back are usually the ones that the ones who don't want to listen take. So if you want to take a nap and not get yelled at, there's your ticket."
Anon turned around, eliciting some confusion.
"You're not gonna listen to the speech?" Ruby asked.
"I already know everything that's gonna come out his mouth, so I'm not gonna bother."
"O-ok then."
Ruby rubbed her arm.
"Will we see each other again?" she asked meekly.
You fucking... Why is every girl I meet in this world either outrageously hot or unfathomably cute?!
"We're in the same year, genius. We'll probably see each other every so often."
Ruby perked up.
"Ok! Thanks for guiding us!"
"No Problemo." he waved at her. "See ya later, nerds."
"Hey!" they both cried out.
Anon chuckled as he left the pair at the amphitheatre building. He sighed once he was alone.
"This is getting weird. First, I get friendly with CVFY, then I'm the one pissing off Weiss instead of Ruby and now I learn about Jaune's family. I really shouldn't fuck with the timeline too much but..."
"Talking to yourself?"
Anon stopped in his track. Blake leaned cooly against a nearby wall.
"Sneaking on people?" He replied sharply.
"Just those who catch my interest."
She left her wall and joined up with Anon.
"Not interested in the speech?" He asked.
"I can't be bothered. It cuts into my reading time."
"Someone's addicted to smut."
Blake glared at him.
"Ninjas of Love isn't smut! It's an adult dramatic tragedy with mature themes and content."
"Say what you will, kitten." Blake flinched at the nickname. "But I've read it and it's a cheesy drama with gratuitous sex and violence."
"W-well..." Blake coughed. "I think it's good!"
"That's your right, I didn't say you couldn't enjoy things I don't."
Blake nodded quietly.
"Fair, I guess."
As the two entered the ballroom, Blake lagged behind a bit.
"What do you know?" She asked suspiciously.
Anon hummed questioningly.
"The Schnee. You looked at me when you talked about her family enslaving people and branding them."
She approached him, now face to face.
"What do you know?" she reiterated.
He stared blankly into her eyes.
"Enough," he admitted.
She glared.
"I'm not your enemy if that's what you're wondering." He walked past her. "I'm on your side, Belladonna."
"How could I believe that?"
He turned, a scowl on his face.
"Are you asking me this because I'm human? Or are you just so paranoid that you'll deny a helping hand from anyone who's giving?" he turned back and left. "Either you're a hypocrite or a fool, neither last long."
Blake didn't answer as Anon left her alone in the ballroom.
The moon hung above in the sky as Anon perched himself on one of the ballroom's balconies. Once more, Anon was victim to sleeplessness. Glynda was nearby if the strong smell of her perfume was an indicator.
"Why am I here for again?"
"I am not dealing with a ballroom full of kids alone if I can help it," She said lifelessly.
"So I got strapped with unpaid overtime tard wrangling? Where am I, back at work?!"
Glynda stifled a snort.
"I wouldn't go that far."
"Listen, if it weren't the case, then why the hell are we here in the first place?"
"...Touché."
Anon left his perch and joined Glynda for a walk around the ballroom. Things were middlingly rowdy, with guys and gals talking, playing and flirting.
"Fuck," Anon muttered. "This is just one big slumber party, isn't it?"
"I know." Glynda smiled nostalgically. "Every time it happens, I get nostalgic."
"Did Qrow or Taiyang try to flirt with you?"
She sighed.
"Yes."
"Which one?"
"Both. And they made a competition out of it."
"So they went around trying to woo any nearby girls?"
"Yes."
"Somehow... that sounds just like Qrow."
"And Taiyang?"
"Considering he knocked up Summer in like... what, a year after getting dumped by Raven? I think I can guess."
Glynda frowned.
"I've been meaning to ask you about this."
"Yeah?"
"How come you know about how Qrow is like? And to a degree, Taiyang? Or his relationship with Raven and Summer for that matter?"
"Didn't we already discuss this in a way?"
Glynda sighed.
"I know but... It feels like you know certain people... Intimately, for the lack of a better term."
"I..." Anon paused. "I know their roles they'll have to play. Some, I know more about some than others."
He pointed at Glynda.
"I know your role, but not your past." he put his hand in his pocket. "I'm not omniscient, is what I'm trying to say. I 'Just Know' some things while I'm also in the dark about other things."
"If not Omniscience, then what?"
Anon smiled bitterly.
"In a way, it's better you don't know."
Weiss' signature shrill voice came in to stop any question Glynda might have.
"What in the world is going on over here?! Don't you realize some of us are trying to sleep?"
Anon turned to the ongoing scene. He sighed.
"There goes Weiss." He turned back to Glynda. "I'll go deal with it."
"Hope-"
Anon held his hand up, his dour face as serious as he could muster.
"Trust me. You don't want to know..."
Glynda stood unsure as Anon left to break up the fight between the future members of Team RWBY.
"She's a hazard to my health!" Weiss declared to Yang.
"Ok, ok break it up." Anon came between the two.
"You!" Weiss snarled.
"Me." He snapped back nonchalantly.
"Hey, Anon!" Ruby waved at him happily.
He waved back, though much more restrained.
"You can go," he told Weiss.
"Excuse me?!"
"You are excused, snow-white. You came to ask them to quiet down right?"
"Yes. And I don't recall needing help in doing so. Especially yours!"
"Well, how about you do like any good manager and delegate to someone else."
"Why you!"
Anon waved his hand dismissively.
"C'mon, shoo."
"I'M NOT A DOG, YOU FILTHY PEASANT!"
Anon's brow raised in amusement.
"Clearly."
A vein visibly pulsated on her forehead as her eye twitched.
"I'm going to kill you."
"Yeah, sure. You'll have to get in line though."
Weiss growled as steam comically began to rise from her ears. Her face was flushed red and Anon swore he could hear a kettle whistling.
Da fuck?! You mean the comical chibi nonsense is in-universe?!
Weiss stomped off, growling curses as she went. Anon stared wide-eyed as steam billowed from her head like a steam train.
"Whadefuck?!" he muttered.
He shook out of his daze and turned to Ruby.
"Everything fine here?"
"Yup! thanks for helping out."
"My pleasure."
He felt a chill down his spine as he felt a presence behind him.
"Well hullo there, handsome!~" A sultry seductive voice purred.
It was Yang if you couldn't guess. He turned to face the blond brawler. With Golden hair, lilac eyes and a spotless face, Yang was beautiful even by the high standards of Remant. Ruby groaned.
"Yang! stop flirting with every guy you see!"
"Not every guy! Just those who catch my fancy."
"Wow, you must have shitty tastes in men if I caught your fancy." Anon self-deprecated.
"That's not true!" Ruby countered loudly. "You're a cool dude, Anon!"
Anon pressed a finger against her lips.
"You can say otherwise, rosebud, but please do so quietly."
"Oh! Right." She laughed awkwardly "S-sorry."
Yang hummed mischievously.
"Oh, I see what's going on."
Ruby looked confused while Anon's face distorted in disgust.
"Wha?" Ruby innocently tilted her head.
"I'm not into jailbait, dude. I may be a pervert but I have standards!"
Yang grinned.
"Good one! I think imma steal this one!"
"Ya welcome."
He offered his hand for a shake.
"I'm Anon Hope."
She took his hand before suddenly pulling it back. She pressed his body against hers as she leaned into his ear.
"I'm Yang Xiao-Long." She playfully whispered into his ear. "Don't forget it.~"
Anon was didn't react. He looked at Ruby, who hid her face with her hands. He could hear her groan hard.
"I'm so sorry..." Her voice was muffled by her hands.
"It's fine," He smirked. "My turn."
Anon cleared his throat before swiping Yang off her feet. Literally. Yang fell backward, only for Anon to catch her. With one hand around her waist, he used the other to gently brush her hair out of her face.
"Two can play at this game," He leaned into her ear and whispered sensually into it. "My. little. Sun Dragon."
He finished by softly blowing into her ear. Yang's whole body shivered and her face flushed red. He pulled his head back, admiring the expression he elicited from her with a surly smile.
"Fufufu.~"
He then dropped her to the floor like she was a bag of bricks. Ruby stared blankly at him, in shock as to what happened. Anon snapped his fingers in front of her face.
"The night may be young, Rosebud, but you have a test tomorrow."
"Uh? Oh! Right... it's getting late isn't it?"
"Indeed." He smiled at her. "You'll have quite the day ahead of you. I can guarantee you that."
"R-right!"
Anon turned around.
"I'll be rootin' for ya."
Ruby smile.
"Thanks!"
"Night, Rosebud," He said as the sisters returned to their sleeping bags.
"Night, Anon!" Ruby said as she dragged her sister to their bags.
"That guy was something else." Yang had finally shaken out of her embarrassment.
"See? I told you!" Ruby had a proud smile on her face.
"So that was the guy who helped you out during that robbery?"
"Yup! he's also the guy who helped me out with the crabby girl from earlier. He even showed me and Jaune the way to the auditorium."
Yang hummed.
"He doesn't look like much but he seems like a good guy."
"That's what I keep saying!"
Yang smiled teasingly.
"Too bad he finds you too young then."
Ruby groaned.
"Yang! Don't be gross! It's not like that!"
"Well if it's not like that then don't mind if I do!"
"Yang!"
Yang chuckled as she laid down on her sleeping bag. She was about to drift off but something kept nagging at her.
"Say, Ruby?"
"What?"
"Did you tell him about me?"
"No? Why?"
"It's just... Dad's the only one who calls me Little Sun Dragon."
Anon looked down at the candelabra that lit up the place, then to the black-clad girl next to it. She stared at him, a twinkle in her eye.
"Smooth," she admired. "That was a total novella moment."
"Thanks. I try."
He pointed his chin at the candelabra.
"You should go to sleep too, Blake."
She returned to her usual self.
"I already napped. It will take a while before I feel tired again."
He shrugged.
"Catnap?" she glared at him. "Ok, I deserved that one. Still, try and get some sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be rough on you."
"What makes you say that?"
"You'll see soon enough."
Blake stared at him for a moment longer before shaking her head.
"Did Ozpin tell you? About me, I mean."
"No."
"Then how?"
He smiled mysteriously.
"I just know. Good Night, Blake."
V1E3: END!
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