It was a hectic day for Beacon, a few key teachers were absent, and none knew why. The security detail had increased their routes, catching a few students ditching their classes, but nothing completely out of the ordinary. And for the most part, some just assumed this was some form of drill or training for their staff; to have them stay on their toes in the case of an emergency and their hunter alumni were not present to respond. Others speculated there was some kind of incident that had occurred, and those absent were directly involved. Only eight students currently attending Oobleck's lecture had knowledge on what occurred that caused this increase in security.

Weiss was less concerned with the added security and more preoccupied with Pyrrha's leader. Not only was he attacked in the middle of the night, but he had managed to subdue and invoke fear in the heart of the assassin. And according to the champion herself, Jaune only harmed the girl when she admitted that, if given the circumstances, she would harm his teammates as well. Jaune's response was a swift jab at her leg, and while the details made the heiress squeamish, she understood his sentiment. When his last choice of words gave indication that he was going to 'correct' his mistake of letting her go the first time, she and her teammates assumed he was going to kill her. But he didn't, and while it gave the heiress a sense of relief the boy wasn't going to resort to such measures, she had to wonder how it was he was able to not only plant fear in the Fang assassin, but in his own teammates as well, if the story from Pyrrha's point of view was of any indication.

Yang was conflicted, she understood why Jaune reacted the way he did, if someone snuck into her room in the middle of the night and admitted that they'd hurt her baby sister; there would be no place on Remnant to protect them from her fury. But the way Pyrrha described things, what the brawler saw upon entering almost looked like an interrogation with a side of torture. Though, as the red-head pointed out, there was no bloodshed until the assassin admitted her intent to hurt the other members of JNPR if her mission required it. For Yang, this was something she would've done, but to hear that her fellow blond would go so far to protect his own team. She had a newfound respect for the boy, though, she worried over how her baby sister was reacting to all this. When they were told that the blond had been targeted before in the past, no one assumed they'd be after him this time around. Especially not in Beacon where the risks of detection were pretty high, not to mention the highly trained hunters and huntresses employed in the staff. To walk into his team's room and see the assassin and blood on Jaune's hands, it was quite a haunting sight for the silver-eyed girl reaper.

Ren was quiet over the entire thing, while he was startled by the sudden ruckus late at night; he assumed Nora must've tripped on something in the room. But to switch on the lights and see his leader retraining a White Fang intruder; as a hunter-in-training he felt a bit of shame on his part for not assisting his leader. What unnerved him the most was when Jaune jabbed the knife into the girl's leg, the gruesome act was still playing in his head. And when thinking on it, he understood why his leader reacted in such a way; this girl who he showed clemency towards came back for a second go at his life, and intended to harm his team should she find a reason to. His leader as well felt both regret and anger, his leniency three years prior placed his team in danger, and he sought to correct his mistake. Although, if the green clad boy had his say in the matter, he wished his teammate would've gone about it without inflicting any injury towards the faunus.

Blake had yet to stray her eyes from the blond sitting just in front of her. It was a jarring sight to see him with a blood stained knife, with dead cold eyes locked on an assassin he managed to restrain. What unsettled her further, and something she managed to keep to herself; she knew the assassin. It was hard to accurately put a name on her, but upon getting a better look at the Fang, Blake instantly recognized her. Ilia Amitola, an old comrade of hers, both had worked many times together prior to the young Belladonna attending Beacon. But now, her old friend was being held in some detention center within the school, being interrogated and who knows what else. Not to mention, Ilia was the assassin sent to kill Jaune three years ago, something Pyrrha gave privy to during breakfast. She wanted to converse with him before classes, to get see how he was holding up…however…

Beside the blond, seemingly partaking in a similar activity as Belladonna, Nora had not left her partner's side after the attempted assassination. She gave him an earful once the teachers had taken the Fang member into custody, though, she was not as harsh as the others thought she would be. Which isn't to say Jaune was helping the situation either; on more than one occasion Nora was close to blowing up in rage over her leader's lack of caring for the events that had transpired. And judging by the fact that she did indeed stay at his side throughout the entirety of the morning up until now, Blake had a good hunch she wouldn't be able to speak privately to the blond.

Ruby was, for lack of a better word, troubled. When she heard noises coming from her friend's room in the middle of the night she bolted into action, awaking her teammates as well. After hearing Jaune speak so nonchalant of the events of his life, she wanted nothing more than to help her friend. She wanted to build better memories with him, and perhaps most of all, help watch his back so that no enemy would ever come as close as that one assassin did. But, when her team and her burst into JNPR's, she balked at the sight of seeing her first friend at Beacon standing before a restrained intruder with a bloody knife in hand. From what she heard from Pyrrha, the moment the intruder admitted to be willing to hurt Jaune's teammates was when the blond decided to send a clear message; hurting him was of no concern to him, but laying a finger on his teammates would result in the blond open to the idea of torturous punishment. Of course, there was a chance Pyrrha was simply exaggerating, even Nora was quick to correct her fellow red-head that this outburst came with Jaune feeling guilty that a bad decision he made in the past came back to haunt him…or rather; placed his team in danger. Needless to say, the young Reaper was not conflicted on where she stood in terms of whether her friend's outburst was justified or not.

They were in Beacon to be hunters; defenders of humanity and heroes that would always show up when needed. And when she met the blond, the way he talked of his goal to be a combat medic, to help people was contradicted with the events of the night prior. She made a mental note to speak with her fellow leader, to set him straight; they were heroes, and they needed to act the part.

"And so, with the bombing of Zurich, the Allied kingdoms destabilized what little control the Coalition had in the region, the few remaining Coalition forces either surrendered or dispersed, thus bringing an end to the Faunus Crisis. Three years this conflicted lasted, a short but costly conflict; resulting in deaths of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians. Can anyone tell me which areas were affected the hardest?" Oobleck asked, zipping around the room at blinking speed that put Ruby's semblance to shame. The man had been giving a lecture over the Faunus Crisis, wasting no time delving into the subject and holding nothing back in terms of vivid details.

A hand rose from amongst the crowd of students, the doctor appeared in front of said student's desk without a moment's notice. "Mister Ziegler, good to see you contributing to the class. Do tell; what were the areas most affected by the war? And for extra credit, explain why?"

This was easy for the blond, he lived and grew up right in the middle of the aforementioned city, he didn't need books to know of the city's history, the folks there wouldn't stop talking about it. Not to mention, most of the city was under reconstruction when he was child. "Zurich, Eichenwalde, Cairo, Anubis, Dubai, and Vol'skaya were the six cities affected the hardest by the conflict; during and post. Estimations over casualties account Vol'skaya and Dubai losing over half of their population to friendly fire as a result of close quarter combat in the ruins of the cities. Zurich and Eichenwalde saw the more gruesome aspects of the war, with 93% of their cities destroyed thanks to allied bombings and the Coalition forces laying traps at each corner. And I do mean that last part literally; to this day certain sections of the city are still closed due to the defense forces still searching for any remaining bombs." Jaune listed off, though the subject matter was unsettling, his professor appeared pleased with his answer.

"Quite right." Oobleck noted, taking a sip of his cup's contents before continuing. "And do you know why these areas in particular were most affected by the war?"

Jaune only took a moment to gather his thoughts before voicing his answer. "The cities the Coalition occupied were too far from each kingdom's capital city, military bases weren't exactly bustling during peace time either. All in all, there just wasn't enough time to act swiftly or have consistent contact with military commanders prior to the creation of the CCT. By the time the allies had their armies mobilized, the Coalition had bunkered down in many of their captured cities. The bombings were meant to clear paths into each city, what the commanders failed to realize was that civilians were placed around these advantageous locations, to act as hostages…it didn't deter the allies."

"Correct again, Mister Ziegler, well done. And, while I'm sure you've heard this many times before, I wish to give condolences for your father." At this, the blond's calm and neutral eyes widened like saucers. His body went stiff, not even daring to make a move in fear that Oobleck would stop talking. "I remember him well during his time here in Beacon. He was a good man, a good friend…unorthodox, but truly a great hunter. His passing was a personal loss for myself and Professor Port…forgive me, I don't mean to rant. But, I wish you could've met him, you were only a month old when…" The man trailed off, seemingly lost in remembrance. Jaune felt his heart beating faster with each word his professor muttered, his face contorted into many emotions, all of them pushing him further towards another breakdown. Why? This was by far the most anyone had spoken to him about his own father, and it wasn't until now that he discovered him to be dead.

All those nights he stayed up, wondering why his father didn't want him enough to stay, cursing the bastard for making his mother cry at just the mere memory of him…but now he knew; his father was dead. And yet, he still had no name. He felt a soft hand grasp his shoulder; he glanced to his partner who was, for some odd reason, suddenly worried about him. Curious, he remembered telling Nora of his mixed feelings over the subject of his father, but to hear about him now, in this much detail; admittingly it was getting to be a bit much, but it wasn't something to be worried over. That is, until he took a moment to glance around, many of the students were staring at him, some with confusion, and others with mild concern. "What?" His voice croaked, astonished at the tone of his voice he gently cupped his mouth, only then did was he aware of the streams of salted waters running down his cheeks.

Genuinely, he was actually surprised to be shedding tears at all, none of what Oobleck said was enough for him to just suddenly break down. Right?

"Mister Ziegler, are you alright?" The professor was in front of him, concerned over the sudden tears shed by his student.

"Y-yes, sir." The blond quickly wiped away his tears, erasing all traces before clearing his throat. "Apologies sir, but would you happen to recall my father's full title? I'm afraid it isn't recorded in Zurich's texts." He wasn't lying, but he wasn't telling the whole truth either. Rather, he didn't know if his old man was in the texts because he didn't know what the man's name was to begin with.

This question was met with a few raised eyebrows, one of which was from the very man that held the answer he'd been searching for.

"Ah…that is odd, he was well known during the war. I believe, if I'm not mistaken, his designation was Valen Fourth battalion, Lieutenant-" Abruptly, the doors to Oobleck's class slammed open, the cause of the interruption shook many to their cores; Professor Lacroix. From her poise, she appeared calm and relaxed, but if one looked closely, they'd see slightly irregular breathing, and a scroll in her hand with a purple skull plastered on the screen.

"Ms. Lacroix, to what do we owe this surprise visit?" doctor Oobleck, asked, receiving a fixed glance from the Mistrali sniper.

"Doctor Oobleck, might I have a word with you for a moment…outside." A few students shuddered, at the coldness in the woman's tone. Though, the good doctor showed no visible reaction. Instead, he turned to his class.

"I will return soon, please study chapters pertaining to the Crisis." And with that, he sped out of the room. Lacroix not too far behind.

Seeing the glimpse of the purple skull sent an uneasy shiver up the blond's spine. He took a quick glance at his scroll; his eyes were met with the same skull pattern associated with a familiar hacker.

'Was…was she listening the whole time?'

She must've, this wasn't a damned coincidence. Jaune realized what just happened; Olivia alerted his godmother over a subject his family kept a tight lid on; his father. No one ever spoke of the man, not in front of his mother, never in front of his grandparents, and no one had the gull to even mention the man to the blond. For years he grew up believing his old man walked out on his mother, other times he tried being optimistic and assumed he was on some long mission and would return soon. All those years he sat by the window, wondering when his father would come home, and no one could be bothered to tell him his own father was dead. Would that truly have been so hard? What reason could his family have to disassociate themselves from the man, and more importantly, for Jaune at least; why didn't they want him knowing about him at all? All these secrets, the lies, the realization of his father; it stirred a plethora of emotions in him that he would rather do without.

After the professor had returned, without giving Jaune a chance to ask further of his father, Oobleck dropped the subject entirely and switched on to the aftermath of the war, and even when he stayed after class the history professor would avoid or divert the topic to something entirely different. Further annoying the blond was the fact that he could distinctly see his godmother watching him at many moments of the day. She'd be watching from afar, seemingly performing some mundane task, but her eyes would occasionally glance his way. This wasn't new to him,; this was just a taste of what the lengths his family would go to bury memories they preferred left alone. He wanted to walk up to her and demand she stop babying him and tell him what he wanted to know of his father. Although, Jaune enjoyed the comforting feeling of having his testicles actually attached to him; so he kept quiet instead.

In all honesty, he couldn't believe how close he had gotten, a few more seconds and he might've had a name. And after a quick scroll search; a picture too. And yet, without any kind of warning it was yanked away from him, and he sincerely doubted his godmother or Olivia would tell him anything at this point.

Ruby had yet to speak to him at all since the state in which she found him the night prior. In actuality, between all of his friends, only Nora and Ren held a conversation with him, the latter being a rather short and awkward one. But it was better than being ignored. When free period came, many opted to study in the school's library; others preferred a moment of leisure and chose to spend their free time in their dorms. And while it was a common choice for many first years, Jaune chose instead to run maintenance on his gear. As the first years made their way toward the library, the blond strayed stealthily, making his way towards the school's tech depot, all the while unaware of a pair of eyes that caught him sneaking away and followed him at a fair distance.

Once reaching his locker, Jaune retrieved his pack; the metal was scratched and burned every which way. It was still operational, but his stunt worked his amplifier into a nearly melted, barely operational scrap. To his luck, he was the only one in the workshop, which meant peace and quiet for disassembly. Without wasting a moment of his time, the blond gathered the necessary tools and began taking his tech apart, piece by piece. He'd been so focused on his work that he remained unaware of the pair of amber eyes fixed on him. All the while the owner of said eyes was wondering how she should approach without startling the blond too much.

As she contemplated her desired approach, hidden from the blond, she swore she heard him humming as he took apart his gear. It wasn't abnormal; many folks had their own little idiosyncrasies in regards to how they worked. But then, she started hearing words and a melody too. It almost sounded familiar, the tune she vaguely recognized, but the verse he mumbled was lost on her. So she approached. Cautiously, treading lightly as she grew closer with each inaudible step. With only a few feet separating them, she could hear him clearly, on account of his voice echoing in the workshop.

"Welke und vergeh"

Blake stopped, her body frozen in place. That tune; a lullaby? Rather than ponder why a hunter-in-training was singing a lullaby to himself, she wondered what exactly he was saying considering she didn't speak the language. She bit back her tongue, choosing to listen fully until he finished his verse. And, while she wouldn't admit it out right; he had a good singing voice.

"Dein Schicksal ist vorbei

Wirf die Ketten ab

Und sei nun endlich frei

Take what has been hurt

Grant him your mercy

Bend and break the curse

And set his spirit free

His spirit free"

An odd thing, he switched in between two languages, a curious way to sing a lullaby, but Blake made no ill note of it. Instead she stood still, entranced by the way he sung; it almost felt as if she were listening to an incantation. As odd it that sounds, she swore she could feel him immersing himself into the tune far more than the work he was doing.

It was only when he sung the last line that she made her presence known. By then she had come up with a way to announce her presence without startling him too much, she hoped.

*ahem*

It failed, miserably; not only did she startle him, but the blond accidentally dropped a tool he'd been holding on his feet, hissing in pain as she was quick to apologize for what just transpired. Though, given his sudden high-pitched yelp prior, Blake found it quite difficult to keep a straight face.

"Oum, and I thought the one who was most likely to give me a heart attack was Nora." Jaune muttered between his bated breaths. While she could see his logic in that statement, Blake chose not to comment on it since she could see it actually happening. Instead, she cleared her throat once more, looking the blond leader in the eye.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"Yet you did." After taking a moment to catch his breath Jaune waved her off. After the stinging pain in his foot had subsided to a tolerable state, the blond returned his focus on his work. "Anyways, what can I do for you, Blake?"

The young Belladonna had a plethora of things she had hoped to ask, though, she finds herself hesitating; wondering where it would be best for her to start. On the one hand, she was worried over the events of the night prior, and she had hoped to speak more on the particular issue. However, unless you were a bubbly red-head there was no way of getting any info out of the blond. For the most part, Blake commended Nora, whatever she did to earn Jaune's trust its effects showed.

"I just wanted to make sure you were all right." For the sake of pacing, she chose to take a 'Yang' approach, and just be forward with her intentions.

Jaune, not exactly caring for any sympathy, again waved her off and spoke with a small grin on his lips. "I'm fine, Blake, …" He paused, almost as if doubting himself for a moment as he returned his attention back to his tech.

"I'm sure…" She did not sound convincing, if anything she almost appeared more worried, especially since the blond waved off a potential threat to his life as something normal. "Ruby's also worried about you…believe it or not even Weiss asked about you to you team during breakfast."

"You mean she's worried I might not be mentally stable enough to continue attending, last thing the heiress wants is for her year to be associated with a hunter that enjoys getting back at his attackers." The blond responded with as much venom as he could muster, in the process ripping off a chunk of metal plating and exposing the inner wirings of his amplifier. After throwing the hunk of scrap aside, the blond gave his guest a sideways glance. "I'm fine, Blake. Just leave it at that." That sounded more like a plea than a request, and so Blake treated it as such, intending to continue her talk with him. Though, she took a route that would ease into her next topic of conversation.

"Alright, I'll take your word for it." She waved off, walking closer to him until she was at his side. "So, what are you working on?" Her curiosity was genuine, but her intention was focused elsewhere.

Visibly at ease now that she wouldn't continue poking at his the events of last night, the blond smiled as he set aside a few still perfectly intact cylinders from inside the pack. "Salvaging what I can from this before I send the gear back to my sis. If she's still talking to me; I can have a new amplifier by the weekend. If not…I can always ask her dad, it'll take longer though." He mumbled to himself, removing another set of wires.

This new set of information sparked a great deal of questions within the young huntress, especially the bit where he spoke as if his sibling and he had different fathers. She wouldn't judge, Oum knows she's the last person that should but it was an interesting turn of events. "You and your sister have different dads?"

Jaune didn't bother glancing her way to respond, merely chuckling a bit before answering. "No, I call her my sis 'cause we grew up together, she's had my back long before I came to Beacon; my first partner, actually…don't tell Nora." Blake couldn't help but smirk, with Nora there was no telling how she'd overreact to her partner having paired with someone before her. Normally, it shouldn't bother anyone for any reason. But this was Nora; one minute she could be calm and rational, the next she could be attempting to break your legs for shooting a dart at her ass.

With a faint nod assuring shed keep this little piece of info tight lipped, Jaune resumed.

Seeing a stall in the progression of their conversation, Blake chose to comment on the little lullaby she heard the blond lull to himself. "That was an interesting tune just now, unique too since I don't think I've heard of a lullaby sound so morbid yet so calming. Did your mom sing if for you?"

Jaune actually froze, somewhat unsettling Blake as he remained still for a few seconds. "No…she sings it…but not to me. I used to hear her singing it in full Deutsch, when the moon shone its brightest. I asked about it once; she said it was a requiem for someone close to her that died during the Crisis. She lost a lot of friends during the war…and my father too, apparently." Blakes ears perked up, the way he spoke was almost as if it were something new to him. Granted, he did reveal that he never met his father, but she assumed maybe hi family had retained some memory of him. "Did your folks fight in the Crisis?" He was genuinely curious, though, Blake wasn't so sure she wanted to answer it, especially since she knew it would reveal a great deal about herself. Although, she reminded herself Jaune had a faunus sister, and to a very comical coincidence; a feline faunus too.

So, she took a leap of faith. "I had family fighting on both sides. My grandfather and uncles fought with the Coalition, my father stood with the Allies." She kept her eyes on Jaune, waiting for some ill sentiment to cross his face, just a hint of disgust; she saw nothing. His face was as stoic as ever; granted the pacing in his work slowed. And it continued slowing to a full stop not too long after Her heart began beating a such a pace she could've sworn her chest would expose her growing fear of the situation.

Jaune placed his tools down, sighing deeply before turning his head to Blake. "Then I suppose us being here means we have a chance to make things right, where our elders went wrong. Right?" That was not at all what she expected to hear from him, although, she wouldn't deny that it was indeed an encouraging idea, to right the wrongs of the previous generation. When she nodded, the blond smiled, and rather than turning his attention back to his salvaging, he reached into his pocket and retrieved his scroll. "So, am I to assume, Ms. Belladonna…." She almost snickered at his sudden pompous tone, a playful one, but ridiculously over the top all the same. "That your name is not just a coincidence; you are related to the chieftain of Menagerie?" If her sudden bulged eyes were of any indication; Jaune had hit the nail on the head, so to speak. His smile widened. "Well, well; it looks like the ice queen isn't the only princess in Beacon."

"Please don't." She half-heartedly groaned, her tone became whisper-like in the hopes that there were no eavesdroppers.

Jaune on the other hand smirked and waved her off. "Don't worry; it's just you and me here."

"Annyeong!"

Jaune's entire body froze, the tools in his hand slipped smoothly off, clanging against the table. Blake's eyes shot towards the door, her eyes fixed on where the greeting originated from. Her eyes only averted when she heard the tools hit the wooden surface. Blake's attention was now on the blond, and if she were to be describe what emotions were being expressed; dread and guilt.

"Hej hej!" Jaune's eyes bugled for just a second, right before his gaze hardened, knowing full well what would come next following that dreadful greeting.

"Blake…" Jaune whispered, his head lowered covered by his bangs. He stood up so suddenly it made the faunus flinch. The blond took a deep breath before turning to his friend with ice old orbs. "Don't interfere." At first confused, Blake could only watch as within the span of a few seconds she saw a towering figure, possibly the same height as the blond suddenly appear right behind him with her fist raised high on the air. She was just a blur, but what stuck out were; her rather defined physique and her long café tinted hair. Blake couldn't react fast enough…but Jaune could. Mostly due to him expecting such a greeting.

Though, whereas most would defend or evade the strike; Jaune instead met her fist with his own. Blake had only a split second to catch the expression he made upon delivering his attack; it mirrored the brunette's: Rage. When their fists collided, hers struck against his left cheek, his struck her stomach. From the unsettling way their fists made contact with one another, Blake could only assume the delivered blows were enough to incapacitate.

Jaune stumbled backwards, caressing his bruised cheek while seemingly moving his jaw, assuring it had not been dislocated. Judging from the amount of force used, he wouldn't have been surprised if it was. Thankfully, he found his jaw still connected, though, looking towards his opponent; she is currently heaving heavily, small spits of saliva and vomit spewed from her mouth. Speaking of, the blond tasted iron mixed in with his own saliva. Upon spitting to the side, the evidence became quite clear; he bled from her strike, although, he expected no less.

The two brawlers staggered, only for just a moment more before standing straight, their eyes met with a fierce glare aimed at one another.

A Smug scoff escaped the blond's lips. "That all you got, Bri?" His teasing earned another blinking-fast move that ended with her body crashing against his, sending the blond crashing into a couple of nearby chairs, crushing a few in the process.

Brigitte crossed her arms with a satisfied grin, her eyes never once allowing him to leave her sight. "Bättre så?"

Blake was tempted to move towards the downed blond, however, before she could even move, a hand grips her shoulder. As she turns to the origin, she finds herself staring at a young girl a little ways shorter than Ruby. And a certain feature that caught her eyes; her feline ears; she was a faunus. This girl was the one from Jaune's photo; his sister. Then that also meant the one fighting the blond must've been the same one from the picture as well. Though the question now was why were these two here?

Jaune arose from the broken bits of the chairs beneath him. When he did, he brushed off any bits of wood or debris clinging to him before mimicking his sister's smug expression. "Inte en skråma." He replied, the brunette was visibly irritated at the effectiveness of her attack. "You holding back on me, Bri?" This taunt was what broke her patience, what little she had left to begin with. Without warning, she dove once more at him, this time; with hell and fury behind her.

Jaune prepped himself, seemingly bracing to hold her back. And when she collided with him, she only pushed him back a few meters before the blond gained ground. Holding her in place, without warning Jaune head-butted her, staggering the young mechanic. The sudden attack left an opening as the blond swiftly turned the brunette around, and German suplexed her unto a small pile of intact chairs; now just a pile of debris with Brigitte groaning painfully atop the crushed furniture.

-Meanwhile-

The first years, the better half for the most part, were studying quietly, few were sitting idly; waiting for their next class to start. Teams RW(B)Y and (J)NPR sat together by the windows of the library. Aside from Nora and Ruby, the rest of the small group kept quietly to themselves, with only Yang seemingly dozing off with her book threatening to come down on her.

When it was made known that their blond knight was missing, the whole had intended to go and search for him, Nora being the most motivated to search for her missing partner, Yang reassured them of their resident book-worm's attempt at getting him to talk over the events of the night prior. And while both Ruby and Pyrrha were still adamant about going to search for their friend, the heiress made it quite clear that no one was to interfere, stating the Blake had a chance to uncover some information that would give them more insight on Jaune's current emotional state. As of yet they had heard nothing from their little spy, but if she truly were having a heart-to-heart with the blond; a constant flow of texts would be a bit odd.

Nora on the other hand was more worried over how much Blake would push, she didn't push her own partner out of respect, and she had grown quite fond of the current dynamic of her team. If Blake pushed too hard her leader might bottle up, perhaps even cut off any more stories from his past that would give further insight into who he was, odd as that sounds. The red-head, unlike those around her, kept her chin resting peacefully on her palm. "I wonder what Jauney's doing right now." She mumbled to herself, wondering if he needed time alone, or if he needed his team there to support him through things. In all honesty she just wanted to know what to do, but she didn't. She wanted him to tell her how she could help, but it wasn't that simple. She wanted to be there for him, her partner; so why was it so difficult?

"If Blake managed to get him to talk, then hopefully he's feeling remorseful for torturing that trash." Weiss replied bitterly, while she certain held a great deal of disdain for the White Fang, she most certainly wouldn't condone any form of inhumane actions done towards them. The irony was not lost on her.

The sounds of loud whispers began echoing amongst the student populace, and while it garnered the attention of the six sitting together, it irked the heiress more. "Do those idiots not understand the purpose of a library?" She snarled, quietly.

*Boom*

A great deal of students bolted from their seats, many heading for the source of the blast; peering through the library's glass window, the whispers grew louder as more and more crowded around to catch a glimpse at the excitement.

"What's goin on?" Ruby asked, to which a random first year responded.

"There's a fight going on out there."

"Finally, some action!" The brawler was quick to bolt up and rush to the window to peek at the current show going on outside.

Meanwhile, the heiress groaned annoyingly at the outcome of what was supposed to be a time of studying. "What's so grand about some random fight? We're hunters in training; we have combat classes for Oum's sake!" She hollered at the no one in particular. To which another random first year responded.

"This one's pretty intense; they look like they wanna kill each other. They're both bleeding pretty badly too."

"Ugh, what kind of idiots would be dumb enough to attempt that in broad daylight!? On school grounds no less?!" The heiress' patience was running thin, she had half a mind to waltz right outside and give whoever was fighting a piece of her mind.

"Uhhhhh…." Yang spoke up, her eyes glued to the fight going on outside. "I don't know about the second one, but the first idiot is blond, tall, bunny, and yummy." She had no shame, but she flirted like this regularly. All of it friendly, but the only one she ever referred to with those specific examples was…

All eyes snapped to Nora as she kept her uninterested eyes forward. She heard all that going on around her, but her mind was focused elsewhere. Although, it only took a few seconds before a light bulb dinged over her head. With her eyes widened she slammed down on the table in front of her, bolting up with her chair tumbling backwards. "THAT"S MY IDIOT!" She hollered, rushing for the exit with her team and RW(B)Y right behind her.

As the six made it outside, they were met with a blond slamming hard against the concrete pavement, the floor cracked upon impact. Both parties were cut up, bleeding, bruised, but surprisingly still able to retain consciousness. To Jaune's credit, even with the hard impact, he still found energy to stand. Nora, without hesitation, rushed towards her partner, only to be stopped by a figure appearing from thin air. The amount of purple in this woman's attire was a bit much, but the way she suddenly intervened meant she intended on keeping the red-head from intervening. And while Nora didn't have her weapon, she still packed a pretty good punch.

"Not so fast, peliroja. This fight doesn't concern you." The bubbly bomber felt have tempted to not only tell this chick off, but to give her a well-deserved reason as to why this fight did indeed concern her.

"You might wanna listen to her." The group of six turned their eyes to a rather short faunus girl, her eyes fixed on her scroll with the most uninterested expression. "These two can get pretty intense; you'll get hurt if you're not careful." Beside her was Blake, looking rather nervously at the fight currently progressing in front of her.

The purple woman smiled, her attention turned back to the two brawlers. "In any case, the fights almost over anyway." All eyes fixed themselves back unto the duo seemingly on their last breaths. Brigitte was heaving just as heavily as Jaune, though, neither appeared with any intention of stopping. Taking just a moment to catch their breaths, they took a stance, aimed, and launched at one another once more. The onlookers held their breaths, Nora more so, as they watched their fists strike one another's cheeks, staggering the other back a couple ways. Both stumbled, maintaining balance, or keeping up the appearance of having control.

Within seconds, the weight of their fight caught up to them. Jaune collapsed onto his knees, desperately trying to maintain consciousness. Only to find his world growing dark and his body timbering forward. Pyrrha, Blake, and Nora rushed, or attempted to reach the blond before he hit the pavement, only to stop when the brunette kneeled down just as his head crashed unto her chest. Her arms wrapped around her his head as she held him close to her. It was a confusing sight, more so when, for no apparent reason, the brunette placed a soft kiss atop the blond's head. The mere action of it irked a few, though; no one voiced their thoughts yet.

The young faunus approached the brunette, she had placed her scroll away, her eyes now locked onto the winded engineer. Her expression was stoic, though; something was brewing deep in her, just waiting to burst forward. "Got it all out of your system?"

Brigitte nodded, running a hand gently across her sibling's hair. "Yea…I think so." She breathed out just before receiving a rather hard smack across her head. The sudden attack shocked Brigitte, more so from who the hit came from; a very angry Hana. The more frightening of this all was the fact that she held what most would assume was a gentle smile. What she bore witness to was an infamous false smile only ever pulled of so threateningly by the young faunus' mother; the good ol' doctor herself.

"Good, now that you're done trying to kill each other; get to the medbay." That last bit sent a shiver up the onlookers' spines as Brigitte hoisted the blond up into a bridal carry. Had he been awake, he would've protested to being carried off in such a way. Thankfully, he wasn't, and so Hana followed closely behind Brigitte with Olivia at her side.

The cat faunus sighs before turning her attention to the hacker. "They can't just say 'hello' like normal people, no, I have to have siblings that need to see whose stronger, whose quicker; who got more scars…" She groaned, realizing she should've come on her own rather than bring along the mechanic. Though, from what she saw during the broadcast, her brother definitely needed a new set of gear; and the little fancy Vaswani tech wouldn't cut it.

Olivia chuckled at the young girl's constant stress of having to watch her two closest siblings pummel each other as a way of both greeting and catching up with one another. At first it was just small rumbles with a few cuts and scrapes here and there. Nowadays, their brawls were just like what just occurred, more so now since the brunette was rather angered by the stunt the blond pulled, both in his fleeing from his family home and the initiation. "Girl, this is as normal as it'll ever get. Thought you'd be used to it by now."

"You'd think that, but…" Hana trailed off, the sounds of echoing footsteps indicated more company than she wanted. She gave the teams behind her a side glance, immediately noticing the white-haired Schnee. Her eyes narrowed, scoffing lightly as her eyes faced forward, unable to further look at the heiress without feeling the urge to put that girl in her place. There would be questions following what just happened, and she was in no mood to answer anything. Brigitte would be busy attending to their wounded sibling, and Olivia would only end up teasing or giving them the runaround.

Once inside the medbay, as Brigitte set the blond down and Pyrrha was closing the medbay doors, the sounds of running boots sent shivers up everyone's spines. It was only when they heard the steps come to a grinding halt and the doors being flung open that the current occupants felt dread. There stood Lacroix, for the second time that down; winded and infuriated. Behind her only made the situation all the more stressing; Goodwitch, Vaswani, and McCree were just behind the Mistrali markswoman as her icy cold glare threatened to lock on to anyone who so much as breathed. News must've traveled quite fast, that or these two were nearby when the woman gave them the news that the blond was attacked by a Fang assassin. But now, after being notified by countless students, and seeing the outcome of the interaction between the two squires, the markswoman could only muster enough to utter a simply question, mixed with as much fury as possible.

"What. The hell. Happened!?"

A/N; Didn't see this coming did ya? What? New chapter already?...yea, there's a reason behind that…im just so giddy, this story has been a lot of fun to write, especially with the support you've all shown. Thank you, my dear readers.

Now, some quick heads up; I will be moving mama Ziegler's appearance to: soon. Possibly the next or after the next chapter. Over scroll or actual appearance? It shall be the good doctor in the flesh, with some more family at her side. (Spoilers, btw) And as for Jaune's father, I will not be revealing his actual name until…well, I shall let you all know, but I will be dropping little hints here and there.

As for anyone wondering why it is Jaune's family would go to such lengths to keep the identity of his old man a secret? Well, every family has their secrets, this is one of 'em. Much will be explained as the story progresses. Thank you all for reading. Until next time!

P.s. The lullaby, the first half of the verse, is the hurt incantation from the Tangled series. The second half was a little revised piece from a cover by Annapantsu, just in case anyone wants to take a peek at what was sung. Oh, and the first half was the verse in German…just thought you'd like to know.

Translations:

Deutsch: German

Annyeong: Hello

Hej Hej: Hello Hello

Bättre så? : Is that better?

Inte en skråma. : Not a scratch.

Peliroja: red head

Responses:

Hydroknight505: Honestly, I actually had a pairing in mind for this story, but I wanted to keep it ambiguous; a little tease there, a bit of flirting here. Though, now that I look at it, I'm wondering whether the original pairing I had in mind would work now that I think of it. Blake is an interesting choice to keep in mind, but I will be considering others as well.

Chendong26898: glad you like it so far.

Sheploo; She might, won't be the last we hear of her. (She plays a consistent role in the following story arc)

Josh Spicer; I agree, it does get annoying when a lot of stories don't want Jaune to attend Beacon, yet he does it anyway. Though, I will say, Ozpin's role will be less of 'Ozpin abuses his power' and more of 'everybody's at fault, but they have a valid reason'. As I said in the last chapter, I'm hoping to focus the actions of the people in my story to be more along the lines of a rather infamous quote; the hardest choices require the strongest will.

TheGreatSeeker; Thank you, It's taken a lot of time to integrate Overwatch and RWBY and not have it come out forced. And here's a little spoiler; there will be an organization similar to Overwatch in this universe, I'm still flipping a coin on whether to call it Overwatch or name it something entirely different.

Guest; Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far. I'm trying to sprinkle in backstory and exposition little by little so it's not just a full on summary, and I'm glad to know it's working out well so far. And yea, mama Mercy is on her way soon, give or take one or two chapters.

Diego (Guest); I shall keep it going, and thank you.