Author's notes: Alright!, Im just gonna clear one thing up before It starts to bother me, Fenrir can match Adam in swordplay, can one get better than the other?, yes. Will I make my OC exceedingly op?, Against specific humans/Faunus yes!... Certain grimm, well most of the time.

The story starts a year before the start of the series, so it'll likely be april.

Anywho... Let's get started!.

•Disclaimer- I do not own RWBY, so yeah.

•"Die!"-Talking.

•"Kill Him!"-Thoughts.

•"Grrrrah!"-Grimm.

(~Chapter Start.~)

~Location: City of vale~

"Thank you, I hope you enjoyed your purchase mam."

After watching his last customer walk out, the bell ringing as the door opened and closed for the final time today. Tukson allowed himself to let out a contented sigh, dragging his hand through his black locks, a little glad that today was coming to an end.

He was quite a well built man, often making sure he kept himself in shape. his hazel eye's usually being one of his greatest assets... personally, Then again being cooped up most of the time had turned his skin pale but he didn't really care. he also has clean-cut black hair along with noticable side burns, his clothing consisted of a short-sleeved quarter-zip burgundy and black shirt, with a visible white undershirt.

Glancing around his bookshop his hazel eyes glinting in silent appreciation, he was quite proud of how much his bookstore had grown, in both stock, and popularity.

'Tukson's book trade, Home to every book under the sun.' a catch phrase, he used all too often these days.

After a few more minutes of his silent appreciation, deciding a quick look over some his new stock would be a good idea, before he locked up."I should really get more of those 'Ninja's of love' books, They seem to be a top seller at the moment." He thought off handedly to himself, they were suprisingly popular amongst the female population of the city, often selling atleast eleven a day.

He never... well?, read them himself. but they help pay the bills at the end of the day, so he had no reason to complain.

Seeing as everything was in order, he guessed it was a better time than any to lock up, but not before putting forward an order for some, 'specific', books that were, regrettably, not within his store... yet.

Closing his scroll, before putting it into his pocket. he made his way over to the door, opening it halfway to see if noone else was out and about. nodding to himself, seeing as it was getting late into the afternoon, and most of the people seemed to be fixated on themselves, it was a better time than any.

Yet he couldn't quite shake off this ominous feeling... as if something was near, something all too familiar.

Closing his eye's whilst letting out a small chuckle"If it were anyone from the white fang, they wouldn't be stupid enough to attack me in my own store." He was confident they wouldn't risk such a thing in public, nor did he think they even knew where he was.

Closing the door seeing a figure in the glass reflection feeling all amusement leave him, a sense of dread settling in his gut, Swallowing thickly, as he locked the door with a loud 'clink'.

"Damn. it just had to be you!" He knew such thoughts were stupid in his situation, yet his thought's were the only thing keeping him calm at the moment.

"You can turn around."

Groaning inwardly,"Shit!! Of all the fang, they send him?!" He thought frantically. He knew that dead tone anywhere, the promise of death often emanated from that boy's lips.

Setting his mouth into a thin line, still keeping his back to his would be killer. "How do I know you won't just kill me?" He asked calmly, his eyebrows creasing in silent rage, if he was going to die he would rather die without fear.

"Because, you would have been dead long before this conversation even took place."

Suprisingly he seemed to relax a bit at that, closing his eye's while letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding in. "Then, why are you here?" he questioned evenly, his eye's opening once again awaiting his answer.

"You, owe me a favor."

Blinking incrediously at that, that was it? that's all 'he' came here for?... the favor he owed him from a couple of years back?

"If you haven't noticed, I no longer work with the white fang."He would keep his tone curt and professional, but he still didn't know what he wanted out of him though.

"I Know, That's why i'm here."

Stiffening slightly, Trying to process what the boy meant. on one hand he could be used for a certain degree then taken care of after it was done, which to his understanding, was the most plausible outcome.

Turning around slowly his face impassive as Hazel met gold in a stare down one gaze searching for the truth. while the other waited, no hesitation whatsoever. as he stared unblinking back at tukson's curious gaze.

Over a short period of time Tukson's Eye's widening in realization. "Your no longer with the fang." It wasn't so much a question, as it was a statement, He couldn't really believe it himself, from what he remembered about the boy, he was loyal to a fault to the cause.

"Can you help me or not?" He asked tonelessly, yet his impatiency clearly showed in his golden gaze.

Coughing loudly into his closed fist. "Well, that depends on what your asking me to do?" Tukson asked, staring back with a questioning look.

"Can you get me transcripts papers into Beacon academy?"

Eyeing the boy with raised eyebrows "Why on earth does he-." Pausing mid-way through his thoughts a small smirk coming to his lips as he realized his reasoning "Hide amongst the sheep of humanity and the pack can't touch you... very well thought out."He muttered a tinge of approval in his voice.

His eye's narrowed as his golden irises became more intense in color. "Tukson can you? or can't you? what's it gonna be?."He asked firmly his posture seeming to become threatening as he crossed his arms.

Tukson eyed the boy whilst rubbing his chin in thought"How old are you at the moment?."He questioned, If he was uncomfortable with the question he didn't show it.

"Sixteen."

"And your birthday?."

"Why, does that matter?."He asked incredulously, his gaze becoming a tad more heated.

Staring back with an annoyed look "Just answer the question"He asked bluntly.

"May sixteenth"

Rubbing his eye's, sighing quietly to himself as he bent his head down in thought "hmm It's too late since the semesters already begun" He knew the person in front of him was more than skilled but even if he could fake his transcripts he wouldn't be able to attend beacon until next year.

But there were still Signal and Sanctum academy so it's not like they were out of options just yet.

Giving him an apologetic look "I'm sorry but I can't get you into Beacon even with fake transcripts" He said seeing the boy's eye's close in understanding.

"But." He nearly choked on his saliva at how fast the boys eye's opened. "I can get you into either Signal or Sanctum academy for the rest of this year."He added not at all trying to hide the humor in his voice.

"Will that get me into beacon?."He had to give him credit, other than the slight glare aimed at him, he knew how to keep his emotions in check. He actually felt a little bad for him at that, other than the white fangs higher ups he wasn't known to have many friends to confide in how he felt.

Giving an affirmative nod. "It won't be easy, You've likely already missed out on quite a bit, so it'll take awhile for you to catch up." eyeing his current attire with critical efficiency, The common white fang member outfit yet with a little of 'The Greys' signature designs such as wolf plated pauldrons and boots.

"It doesn't need to be said. but that uniform needs to go"

"I know."

Staring at him warily for a while before pinching his nose in fustration "The favor was to get you into a huntsman academy, and that's it, im not helping you with clothes." waving his arms around for emphasis.

"I didn't ask you to."

"Do you have any lien?"

"Yes."

Staring at the boy blankly waiting for him to give him an explanation on how much he had, seeing as he just contiued to stare at him blankly kinda fustrated him.

"Now I know leaving the white fang was a good choice." He thought angrily, spout all you want about for the faunus but seeing faunus like this caused the race as a whole enough grief as it is.

Taking a deep breath before staring at him with a stern expression. "look, wait in the back room till I finish up closing the place, we'll discuss everything over something to eat." He needed to be firm on this one seeing as he'll likely have to do alot more than just get him into an academy.

Fenrir seemed to hesitate for a mere second, before nodding in compliance. Turning around and walking towards the back room without another word.

Watching him go, His eye's zeroing in on weapon strapped onto his back"Looks like he's modified it alot since the last time I saw it." From what he remembered, it used to be nothing more than a single-edged greatsword with a fancy wolf design running along the sides of the blade, now, it just looked downright menancing with the added attachments.

Such as the black robust mechanism, he doubted was just used for folding and unfolding the blade.

Looking around at his bookshop again his former appreciation gone as he stared at all his books and comics. "Fenrir? you're gonna owe me big time for this." He thought before returning to what he'd been wanting to do for a while.

~Fenrir~

He didn't have to wait long for Tukson to finish, seeing as the man lived at his job, following him down the hallway to a small living room, it seemed spacious enough a couch and 2 chairs situated around a small coffee table with small little decorations such as pictures and antiques littered around the room.

Turning to Fenrir with a neutral expression. "Make yourself comfortable, I'm hungry, so i'll be in the kitchen cooking something up, I'd be a poor host if I didn't ask if you wanted anything?" He asked calmly, feeling a bit more comfortable now that he knew his life wasn't in any immediate danger.

Giving Tukson a sideways glance. "No thank you."He muttered, he wasn't really that hungry nor was he that thirsty at the moment, But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking foward to sitting down.

Giving him a once over before nodding in acceptance. "Well then take a seat," Halting is his steps before he took his leave he added. "Oh and I shouldn't have to tell you not to put your weapon on the coffee table, so just find a spot out of the way to leave it."

Hearing Tukson's resounding footsteps fade, seeing as he was now alone in the room, he walked over to a secluded spot in the lounge and pulled 'Howl' off his back, placing her down gently against the wall, allowing his fingers to linger on the pommel, before making his way over to the couch, plopping himself down unceremoniously, his fatigue finally getting to him.

He hadn't really slept all that well along his journey into vale, His last mission being an envoy for the white fang for some 'Supposed friends' in Mistral, since this was his first envoy mission, they thought it best to send a Bullhead to pick him up and take him to Haven academy to meet up with their new allies.

Not the slightest bit aware, of his plans to desert the cause...

Hijacking the Bullhead was simple enough, but he did regret the actions he took, to aquire his newfound freedom...

~Flashback 2 months prior~

~Location: Anima~

"Remember your orders Grey, you are my envoy, reveal nothing but what was instructed."

"I know.." he replied curtly, his glare thankfully hidden behind his mask, he hated being reminded twice.

Frowning slightly as he heard another voice on the other end, a females voice at that. "Blake please, I'll be with you in a minute." His mind seemed to pause at that, he recognized the name well "Hm so that must be the Blake girl he spoke of often, she must be skilled beyond recognition to get him to address her name with such care." He thought curiously, yet couldn't quite bring himself to care all that much... for now.

"Barring anymore interruptions, a Bullhead is on route to your location make sure you're ready... oh, and Grey?" The voice on the line growing deadly serious. "Make sure you don't do anything rash, hm? contact me when you're done."

Fenrir sat there for a good minute, long after his mentor had hung up on him, his eye's narrowed as he processed the hidden meaning behind those last words of his.

"Must of been humans I would've had to deal with, it's doubtful he knew of my plans of desertion." His mentor's attention span for him had dwindled over time after blake had become his new student, was he jealous? not in the slightest, yet he would miss the good moments they once shared.

His ears twitched, he could hear the bullhead close in on his location, good, he was sick of seeing nothing but tree's and grimm.

Pushing himself off the tree he had been leaning on for the last 15 minutes, he made his way towards the the landing zone which was situated in a small field close enough to his location, with the Bullhead in sight the wind picking up around him blowing his uniform, and rustling the tree's about as he got closer.

Narrowing his eye's, seeing as they landed, keeping the bullheads engine primed as the pilots hopped out to greet him. "It seems it'll be easier than expected, I better finish this quickly then.." He thought coldly, stomping down on the feelings of pity towards his fellow faunus.

They both came closer, the two completely different in both gender and how they presented themselves.

One was a skittish looking girl, barely older than he was, judging by her size and looks, then again he could be wrong, her entire demeanour just screamed 'rookie', her constant jittering pretty much solidifying his observation.

While the other seemed to be a more gruff and stern looking male faunus, given how he seemed to move towards him with a stride filled with purpose, a common foot soldier among the fang, yet given his stance it may have been insulting to lump him in with the common rabble.

Staring at the two evenly, his stance shifting slightly as he activated his semblance, lightening Howl for a faster speed draw, his hand twitching at his side as he prepared himself.

One of them would have to die unfortunately... the price of freedom was steep after all.

Seeing the gruff one halt getting ready to make they're introduction, perfect timing to make his move, Pulling howl from his back, his finger flicking the trigger activating his shotgun, the two large barrels thrusting out of the mechanism in an instant, swinging his weapon around towards his target faster than the man could react, He fired, the shells practically obliterating the top half of his body with a sickening splat.

Pointing Howl slowly at the girl, her mouth wide as her entire body trembled in shock and fear, he hated this course of action, but the man was a vital flaw in his plan, he looked too seasoned, too loyal to the fang, he would've been a problem down the line, one he didn't need.

The girl however, was just a rookie, this likely being her first, and last mission she would participate in, he wouldn't kill her, the sight right next to her likely putting her off for good.

"You will pilot that Bullhead, and take me to Vale." He commanded coldly, seeing the girl break out of her shocked state, shaking all the more as she stared at the same weapon that ripped her partner to pieces.

Gulping loudly, tears flowing freely from under her mask. "Please... I don't want to die." She stuttered out, her voice cracking as she pleaded.

His stance didn't change as he continued to aim at her, tightning his hold on the hilt for emphasis, keeping his finger firmly on the trigger "You'll take me to vale."His tone dead flat offering very little choice at the moment.

Watching her sob and plead was almost painful to watch, she was innnocent, likely only joining the cause to aid the faunus race as a whole, equality, freedom, justice, such a fickle view on what the white fang truly wanted.

Staring at her, thankful his mask hid his pitying gaze. "Have you killed before?." He questioned, his voice even as he spoke.

"N-no."She stuttered, suprised in herself that she found the will to answer.

He stood there quietly, the sound of grimm off into the distance causing them both to tense up, He'd have to hurry this along, but first he would test her loyalty to the fang.

"Then you will live." He stated evenly, he could practically feel the hope exuding from her aura.

"Really? thankyou I-."

"I wasn't finished yet.."

Her mouth closed almost instantly, all the fear from before slowly piling itself back into her mind.

lifting his free arm up to take off his mask, his golden eye's practically glowing as he gave her an intense stare. "Take your mask off now." He commanded.

Seeing her raise a shaky hand to her mask, before pulling it off slowly showing her fearful blue eyes and tear streaked face.

"Now drop it."

Seeing her drop it without even a flicker of hesitation, allowed him to inwardly sigh in relief, dropping his own mask, then flicking the trigger, the barrels disappearing back into the mechanism as he put Howl back onto his back.

Taking a few steps foward pausing mid-step, turning down towards the man's mutilated corpse, offering him a small look of apology before signalling the girl to follow.

Staring at him in confusion, Trailing behind him nervously, she now understood the reason why so many fang members spoke his name in hushed voices, he was a monster, one that by his presence alone instilled fear, yet is this what they wanted her to be?... this thing?

"Don't dwell on things that no longer concern you."

Even though she still felt fear, even after jumping into the cockpit and taking off, she understood the meaning to those words loud and clear, and couldn't help but agree with them.

"The white fang mean's nothing to you, go home."

And she did...

~Flashback end~

Once he got to vale he wasn't all that suprised when she jumped out almost instantly, proclaiming vehemently that she was no longer a member of the white fang and he would never see her again, she didn't really need to, when she dropped her mask, her loyalty to the fang was over, so he didn't need to say anything else to her, merely leaving her to do as she pleased... after destroying the Bullhead of course.

He was never above killing his own kind, often being a deserters worst nightmare when he was sent out with a kill order, Tukson's reaction beforehand being rightly justified.

Yet the screaming was hard to live with sometimes...

Furrowing his eyebrows, turning on his side, his pauldrons clinking around noisely as he tried to shift into a more comfortable position, he was too tired to start feeling cynical at the moment.

His eye's glued themselves to the white wall, blinking repeatedly as they began to droop, he knew he could trust Tukson not to do anything while his guard was down, the man was never really the violent type, often only ever using violence as a last resort.

A certain trait that he was slightly envious of.

Deciding a little sleep would likely do him some good, Closing his eye's as he drifted off into unconscious.

~Tukson~

"Annnd, done." He muttered proudly smelling the delicious aroma of the beef stew, pouring it's contents into two bowls before placing them on a large tray with some cutlery.

Staring at the two bowls with a sad look, his mind drifting off toward his likely long-term guest.

From what little he knew of his Grey persona, he was someone who sparked fear from both his allies and his enemies, someone unafraid to do whatever it took to complete his assignments.

A warrior carved in battle.

An assassin drowned in shadow.

Fenrir, to those who knew him, was just a boy who's dreams and aspirations were never truly his own, being constantly lead on by others, never being able to make his own dreams, all of his decisions his whole life revolved around the betterment of the white fang.

But now, he had an opportunity to start a new life, make a new name for himself, and, if possible, make some actual friends who wouldn't mind his anti-social behavior and cynical views on the world.

"Then again, some huntsman and huntressess aren't exactly, made of sunshine and rainbows either." He knew the life of a huntsman wasn't easy, fighting grimm constantly would likely color anyones perception of the world darker than it needed to be.

Dragging himself out his thoughts, grabbing the tray before making his way towards the dining room, he had some big decisions to make, ones that would likely lead to some headaches on his part for the foreseeable future.

Turning into the room, pausing mid-step as his eye's widened comically, taking in a sight that had nearly caused him to drop the tray and spill all it's contents.

Head resting snuggly on the armrest, his ears twitching every few seconds as they lay flat upon his head, His body curled comfortable in a sideway feetle position... yet what really suprised him was the expression on his face.

Soft, childlike and innocent, his mouth slightly parted as he breathed evenly, his breaths so quiet even he struggled to hear them.

Staring at the sight more thoroughly, his earlier shock being replaced with a melancholic expression. "I sometimes forget that he's still just a kid." Shaking himself out his thoughts, he'd have time to dwell on that later.

Making his way to the coffee table, placing the tray down gently so as not to wake his sleeping guest, yet he was hoping he'd atleast wake up to the smell of food.

Grabbing his bowl and cutlery, before seating himself onto one the chairs, pausing to stare at Fenrir sleeping form across from him with a calculative gaze, closing his eye's with a sigh, then digging into his meal.

He ate silently mulling over everything he'd need to set up, paperwork was the easy part on his end, he'd look over some of Fenrir's old records and see what he could piece together to make it look legitimate.

Fenrir's skills weren't going to be questioned, he was feared among the fang for his sheer tenacity in battle, accompany that with his strategic mind frame and semblance, he'd likely be regarded as a prodigy in a matter of days.

Yet, he held faults that needed to be rectified aswell...

His hatred for humanity, his utter lack of cooperation skills and apathetic nature, his disregard for peoples safety, his habit of killing anything and everything when it suits him...

Sighing again for the uptempth time today, his meal long finished as he continued to stare at the empty bowl with a thoughful expression, his mind in a whirlwind at what he had had to do.

Staring back at Fenrir's still form, a small frown marring his features. "There he sleeps, and i'm left sitting here, trying to figure out all the questions he's left me with. He thought bitterly, finding this situation to be a little unfair at the moment.

Grunting quietly as he made an effort to get up, placing his empty bowl on the tray, his frown becoming more prominent. "Well, I guess it was a waste of time bringing the other bowl for him". He actually didn't feel all that annoyed as he went down that train of thought, but there would be retribution down the line if he continued to waste food like that.

Making his way towards the door tray in hand, he hadn't fully answered all the questions in his mind yet, some he understood would take time to be answered, and he would wait until Fenrir was ready, if that time ever came... but he had already answered one.

"I'll help give him a new life, I owe him that much." He thought, his eye's ablaze with conviction he didn't even know he had, but Fenrir deserved a second chance at life, so who was he to say no to that, he started his bookstore after leaving the fang, so he would aid him in becoming a huntsman.

He'd have to work for it though, seeing as Fenrir now owed him.

Big time...

~Time skip: 8 Months later~

~Location: Signal Academy~

Tukson had managed to get him into Signal academy, in a matter of days after they had cleared things up the next day, slightly suprising him on how fast the man worked, but he had not only stopped there, he had also tutored him through written tests, and allowed him to use his various books on Grimm regarding weaknesses, habits, and all around physiology.

He was not amused with the amount of trash he had been forced to read in some of those books though.

Although, Patch seemed to be a decent place to stay, being far away from the tribulations and turmoil inland, besides it's remoteness had been but another bonus. He still detested tree's and everything about the forest though, but even so, he would live with it for the time being.

Yet rehabilitating within society had been... difficult, to say the least, in an academy full of humans, it was a miracle he hadn't killed anyone yet, then again he supposed not all humans were disgusting pile's of wasted flesh.

He had atleast quelled his innate nature to slaughter them in his practice matches...

It had been quite hard to part with his former attire, most of his life had been spent wearing it. and the fact his entire childhood had revolved around the White fang and the faunus, watching it burn alongside Tukson had been hard and has permanently severed any and all ties to his past life.

Yet the best choices, are usually the hardest to make... well? so they say.

With the lien he had on him, and with a little help from tukson designing his huntsman attire, the finished product consisted of a large dark grey trench coat, left open to show off his buttoned up black suit vest, and red undershirt. For his bottoms he wore a pair of dark grey cargo pants with a Blue wolf insignia running down the leftside of his pants, as for footwear he wore a pair of plain black combat boots.

All in all though, he liked his new look...

In return for all Tukson had been doing for him, on several of his holidays and days off he had been helping out at the shop, moving stock and handling the store when Tukson needed to make a pick up in the city.

He had never spoken so much in a single day before, and he absolutely despised that stupid catch phrase.

Coming back to reality fenrir held back a growl at the giggling human girls that passed, he had been leaning on the same wall for the past 3 hours, his golden eye's staring at the passing students with a guarded look.

He had not met any student here that even came close to him in skill, most if not all of his matches had ended under a minute, he had heard rumours of two girls that sounded formidable enough, but unfortunately he had yet to meet them in his time here.

Strangely enough...

"Hey kid?"

Turning towards the man who had greeted him, eyeing his slouched posture and disinterested expression with an almost undetectable narrowed gaze.

Undetectable to anyone, except this man.

"You're late... Qrow."

(~Chapter end~)

Incrilix: And thats a wrap, I would have continued this chapter but, eh, thought I'll just end it here. I have no idea how you guys are gonna take how i'm using Tukson in my story but I always love adding importance to secondary characters.

Alot of things will be cleared up in the next chapter, I just love keeping things a little vague... for now.

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed it and any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Also thank you Narratorfromthemultiverse(long name). for your comment, I hope this doesn't disappoint you.