"People like us… don't really get along with a lot of people. We're loners to our very core. Only befriending those who could easily kill us as we can them."
-U.S.
/
Rain gently tapped itself along the rectangular window his cerulean eyes looked through. His eyes tracing the droplets that slid down the glass as he made bets in his mind on which one would be the fastest. The eventual lighting stuck off in the distance, yet it was close enough to give those cerulean an electric hue.
"Naruto," he heard getting him to snap out of his thoughts.
"Huh?" he blurted.
"It's your turn," Jaune told him.
Slowly nodding he rolled the dice only for his player to be sent to jail.
"Damn…" he heard.
Letting out a sigh, he returned to watching the rain. There was something about listening to the rain while being chilly inside that made his spine shiver in delight. Rain was one of those things that most people hated, but he loved it. How could one not with how relaxing it was?
The Village Hidden in the Rain was said to always have rain pour in some way or another. Be it heavy or light. A place where both night and day you would hear the gentle taps of the rain as it could ease any man's nerves. One of the places he had saved on his bucket list.
Averting his focus from the grey skies, his eyes landed onto a birds nest. What he assumed to be the mother chirping something to its children in an attempt to calm them as they chittered in fright.
"You seem kinda out of it," Jaune tried starting up conversation again, "Professor Led is really being ruthless with our journals, huh?"
"It's not that bad."
The first week of Beacon had come to a rather silent conclusion. Other than the first two, maybe three days, nothing major had happened. Well, except for Jaune trying to befriend him, which was still a work in progress.
"Really?" he asked a bit sheepishly, "I know Ruby forgot a night, but I've honestly been forgetting you know… all the nights."
"I'll remind you."
"Really!?" he asked with a fire in his eyes.
Giving a small smile he nodded.
Returning his focus to the outside world he could see the reflection of Jaune looking towards something.
"Supposed to rain all week," Jaune muttered more to himself.
"Mhm," was his smooth response.
"You know me and everyone else were planning to go see a movie today."
"Oh, yeah?" he asked, finding the need to look at Jaune.
"Yep! I'm pretty sure Teal and Onyx are coming with us as well," the Arc chirped, packing the game after realizing neither of the two wanted to continue.
"Nice…" he replied.
Seeing the conversation come to an end, he leaned his head against the window, closing his eyes. It wasn't that surprising to him that his two teammates were going. They had quickly become besties with both RWBY and JNPR. Cardin had his own friend or two, and he… well, he hopefully still had Onyx and Teal, and hopefully Jaune soon enough.
Taking in a deep breath he let it all out through his mouth as slowly as he could. Getting a glance out of the other occupant in the room.
He had contemplated this once or twice, but if this what academy life had in store, he would much rather face the wrath of his Kage.
"You can come, if you want?" he heard the Arc offer. .
Opening his eyes, a curious brow and an unsure look later, he was met with Jaunes own unsure look.
The teen shifted a little but decided to stay strong on his offer, "With everyone there, I'm sure you'll fit right in."
"Righttttttttt," he dragged out knowing that he knew he didn't have the best relation with RWBY.
"I'm serious! They all agreed to not hate you-"
"Not hate me?" he asked, acting to be hurt.
Realizing his mistake, Jaune put his hands up in a defensive gesture, "N-no I-i mean like-"
"I'll think about it," he cut in.
"Really?"
Jaune couldn't tell if the younger teen was lying or not, but he was aware that the young blonde was ready to leave.
"I'll see you later then,"
"Yeah…" Jaune said before perking up, "Oh! Hey i'll send you the place and time on your scroll in case you do come!" he said joyfully.
Opening the door, he found himself wanting to leave as the seconds passed by. However, before shutting the door of team JNPR he found himself smiling. Looking at Jaune he made sure he saw it, "Jaune, I know it's kinda weird… since i'm not you know…"
"The best talker?"
Sharing a chuckle his rare smile only grew, "Thank you."
"Anytime Naruto."
/
Crickets chirped just outside of his team's window in a way that made him believe they were there just there to annoy him.
He had been looking at his scroll more often than he normally would ever since he left Jaune's room. Teal and Onyx had left a while ago, and Cardin was off doing Cardin things.
Looking at the top right corner of his screen the flashing of 8:45 could be seen before turning into 8:46. Shutting off his scroll he let out a long sigh before throwing his legs into the air, landing onto his feet from his makeshift bed. Throwing off his white-longed sleeve shirt he left himself shirtless before moving his mother's scarf that laid on top of his bag.
Opening his bag he rummaged through it in hopes of finding something decent to wear.
Lifting up a shirt he spotted just exactly it was hiding under. He had memories with what he looked at, neither good or bad ones, simply a reminder of his occupation. For a split second he could've sworn to see his own eyes staring back at him, only missing something.
Why did he even bring this thing?
Grabbing the first shirt his hand landed upon he zipped his bag up before entering the bathroom. Flipping on the lights he threw the shirt on top of a basket before turning to face the mirror that laid above the sink. Placing both his hands on the side he took a good look at himself like he usually did when alone.
Those same eyes he had seen less than a week ago in his apartment were still there. The scars that he sometimes traced in remembrance of the lives that had inflicted the wound upon him before he ended them. The same feeling he was always met with when he had some form of hope of something going well once in his life.
He was too tired to do his stupid ritual that only served to boost the self esteem he wished he had around strangers. When he had left that apartment he had hyped himself up in the hope that things would change without him needing to do anything. Despite the doubts there was the foolish side of him that believed Beacon would be some sort of fairy tale for him.
He told himself that those that believed their life was to be a fairy tail were fools. However, right now he wasn't sure if he would be considered a bigot or a fool, for despite knowing this, decided to be ignorant and keep believing that someone here could prove him wrong.
So tonight he would be a fool.
/
The same clouds he had been looking at before had now been pouring whatever water they had gathered throughout the weeks onto him. It started off with light drizzling in the morning, and finally turned into heavy rainfall.
His footsteps could barely be heard from the raging storm combined with years of experience. . Yet despite all this he kept running in hopes of meeting up with them in time. Sure it was going to be awkward, but hey at least Jaune said they agreed not to hate him. So that was a plus.
Who knows, maybe this would be the day where the air would be cleared and he could actually make some friends.
'The thoughts of a fool indeed.'
Shaking his head he had to stop thinking like that. This was going to be the day where some sort of progress will be made with his not so obvious dead social life.
Turning a corner he felt his feet almost lose their grip on the surface, "Woah!" he shouted before gaining back his balance. Looking down at his feet he wiggled his exposed toes before sweat dropping. He probably should've gotten something that people here wore.
Leaving a mental note for later he came to an abrupt stop when his eyes landed on the flashing letters that spelled out 'Cinema'. Shoving his hands into his jacket pocket he started to regret not bringing his mother's scarf for tonight.
Getting under a cover he pulled his hood off before leaning against the wall. Taking his scroll out he sent Jaune a quick text telling him he's at the place. Closing his scroll he shivered a little as small droplets tickled along the side of his neck.
Taking a step closer towards the doors of the theater he felt somewhat warmer without the rain touching his bare skin. His previous thought of missing his mothers scarf was only reinforced when a long cold breeze passed him.
Luckily for him he felt the buzz of his scroll that he quickly took out.
'We're on our way! Glad you came!' it read with a smiley face at the end of it.
Feeling his lips tug themselves upward a little, it immediately dropped when he finally realized the situation he was in. He was meeting a team that hated him to their very bone except one, a teammate who had no trust in him, and… well Teal was just Teal.
'So two girls that think I peeped on them, a cow who punches like a Senju, and finally them all believing I did something to their teammate… awesome…'
Why did he come again? He should probably leave right? Save the trouble for everyone, but then Jaune would feel bad, and then it wou-
"FOXXY!"
Shit.
And Naruto felt the familiar sensation of him flying through the air against his will and straight into the bone-crushing hug of his teammate. He could make out Teals excited squeal as she spun him around so fast the blond might have thought she was trying to throw him to the other side of the street if he didn't know any better
"T-teal please!" he managed to get out with the small amount of breath he had.
Being placed down he could feel the rush of air come into his lungs before he straightened himself. He wish he hadn't, for his eyes landed on the group behind Teal and leaving didn't sound that bad of an idea right about now.
"Say, say, Naruto," Teal started, "I didn't know you got invited too?"
'What?!' he thought with widened eyes.
Spotting Jaune in the group the nervous smile was all he needed to know.
He didn't tell them! Now he looked like some creep stalking some people!
"Ahahaha!" he let out a nervous chuckle before scratching the back of his head. His gaze found a window on the other side of the street more interesting, "I… uhhh… you know me just... exploring."
"Exploring?" his teammate asked.
"Yep!" he said, popping the 'p', "and now i'm going to… go back to exploring… yeah! Back to exploring… " he stated before walking past the group in what he assumed to be a cool manner, "See ya around!" he shouted without an ounce of fear from before.
Watching the blond turn the corner Teal couldn't help but look at Onyx.
"You scared him!"
"Me?!"
"Yes!"
/
"That was… something…" she heard Yang say as her sister took a quick glance at the direction the perv left in.
"Probably a coincidence," Blake reassured them.
"Probably… " Yang muttered out, still a bit uncertain.
"Or!" her partner decided to interject, "He!" she exclaimed, pointing at where they last saw the blond, "Decided he wanted to further his damn peeping!"
The three looked at her as if she was insane.
"What!"
"Really Weiss…"
"It's a possibility!" she tried to defend herself, "Plus you should know."
"I should know?" Blake asked.
She was about to open her mouth to stop the two, but what Weiss said next sparked the curiosity she had from before.
"You know, the lockers," Weiss stated in a matter of fact tone.
Realization struck her teammate with whatever she was going to say seemingly getting stuck in her throat.
"I have to agree with Weiss here Blake," her sister interjected, "It's been worrying us these past couple of days. You could tell us," Yang pressured while squeezing Blakes shoulder.
"I can't," Blake answered out of embarrassment.
"What? Why!" both Weiss and Yang yelled.
"It's blackmail!" Nora of all people decided to jump in between the four girls all but while shaking Blake in the process, "He has some naughty naughty pictures doe-"
"No! Nothing like that at all!" she defended.
"Hey now wait a second," Jaune said, joining in, "Didn't we all agree not to hate him?"
"Ehhhhh," Weiss answered, "I'm not going to be all 'buddy buddy'" she said with air quotes, "With someone who's going to try to get a view any chance he gets.
"He's not-"
"Oh yes he is!" Weiss shouted, "He's a damn perverted faunus who should be leashed and I would go as far to say neutered like the hormonal dog or whatever the hell he is!" she screamed, getting a few bystanders attention.
However, her words didn't leave the group unphased.
"I don't think we need to go that far, but Wiess got a point," Yang spoke.
"Hey guys! Movies gonna start soon!" Teal yelled out from the ticket box being completely oblivious to what had transpired along with Onyx.
"This conversation isn't over," Jaune spoke with a stern tone before turning around.
Weiss all but rolled her eyes.
/
'Stupid, stupid, stupd, stupid!'
The second he had turned that corner he had ran for his life.
"Exploring… really Naruto? Not 'Oh yeah just saw a movie,' I've lived here for three damn years…" he muttered, slowing his pace to walk.
Looking up he had all but forgotten about the rain. Throwing his hood up he shoved his hands in his pocket before deciding to just walk around. That was until the rain started to become unbearable to walk in.
"Damn it…"
Looking ahead a bar sign caught his eye. It'd be fine if he stayed there until the rain let up. Jogging up to the door opened it, taking his hood off when entering.
It was barren for some particular reason. He knew that most bars and clubs would be stocked with people considering it was a Friday night. However, in the entirety of the room there were only three people that he could see. A man on the piano that seemed oblivious to the world around him, all but while singing something too low for his ears to hear.
A girl who was scrolling through her scroll , always next to the man, and finally the woman who was glaring daggers at him.
"Sign says closed kid now get it out," she said, getting the attention of the girl on her scroll. She gave him a quick glance before returning to her doings.
"R-right but I was wondering if-"
"We don't sell to minors," she answered seemingly being through this process multiple times before.
"N-no! Not that just…"
"Ah let the kid stay!" the pianist yelled out jovily, "It's pouring outside! Look at it! Kids gonna get a damn cold Martha!" he yelled way too loudly, clearly drunk a little if the bottles next to his leg was anything to go by.
"Yeah… that," he confirmed.
The lady, or Martha, if that really was her name, let out a sigh before putting some glasses up.
"First sign of rain letting up, you're out, got it?"
He nodded, getting a calculatative look before going back to her work.
Looking around he debated with himself whether to sit near them, or to be in his own little corner.
Glancing at the pianist he would have to thank him later if he wasn't blackout drunk from the beers he'd drunk.
"Sma beep bop~ Smha bee boop~" he yelled out loud in a sing along voice.
He wasn't sure whether it was appropriate to laugh, but when his eyes met those dark ones of the pianist a flash of shock and recognition appeared on his dark orbs. Had he met this guy before?
Shivering a little he looked down at his drenched jacket before frowning. He would have to wash it before school started. Unzipping it he took it off before placing it on his chair revealing the black long sleeved shirt he had on. Surprisingly it was actually his size for once.
Feeling another shiver down his spine, he tugged down the sleeves. Deciding he wasn;t warm enough he grabbed some of the napkins on the table before stuffing them in his sleeves.
It looked stupid but he didn't care.
Noticing the raised brow of the girl at the table he flashed a smile before waving with his left arm. Her look changed to one of confusion before she spoke out, "That's a… that's an interesting… choice…" she spoke, trying to realize just why he would do that.
"Y-yep!" he stammered, "Kinda cold you know."
His answer only seemed to confuse her even further.
"So you stuffed napkins down your sleeve?"
Silence ensured as he sat there trying to find an answer, but the only thing that came out was a "Yeah…"
Once again a silence fell on them. Minutes passed where the girl decided to go behind the counter to make a drink from the looks of it. Before he knew it the pianist's mad laugh made itself known between the two. With the musical noise of his piano reflecting that of his laughter.
"Marthaaaa~" he tried to sing but only indicated that he was truly drunk.
The woman only ignored him which brought out a pout from the man. One that almost resembled that of a child.
"Marthaaaaaaaa~" he sang out once more but with a hint of desperation.
The woman only looked at him with a blank face before heading to a different part of the bar. Probably somewhere where she didn't have to hear the mans annoying cries.
"Don't mind him," he heard from besides him that caused him to jump, "he's just a bit tipsy. That's all," the girl spoke.
"Huh?" he blurted.
Looking over the girl she seemed to be cozy just where she was with two cups of hot chocolate in the girls hands. A sweater, a size too big for her, and baggy sweatpants with some stripped pattern on them. Lavender hair that ended around her shoulder, and lazy pink eyes that glossed over him.
"Are you dumb?" she asked blankly with her short periwinkle hair framing her face.
"W-what! No!" he cried out.
She only seemed to give him a blank look before sliding over one of the cups. Looking inside he saw marshmallows making him smirk ever so slightly.
"You seem like it from what I've seen," she stated without batting an eyelash.
Looking at the girl dumbfoundedly just who the hell did she think she was?
"Look like it too."
That was it, "Oi! Oi! Who the hell do you think you are, "he yelled pointing a finger at her accusingly, " … you...you…you," he tried to come up with an insult but fell short.
"Take your time," she answered calmly.
He slumped back into his chair before crossing his arms. Focusing his attention on the pianist to avoid the girl.
"Cat got your tongue?" she asked, trying to rile a response out of him.
Looking at her through his peripheral he could already feel a vein popping. The hell was with this girl!? She reminded him too much of a certain someone. Quick witted and making him look stupid with that damn blank look!
"Stop looking at me like that," he said through gritted teeth.
"Like what?" she asked, looking right at him while taking a sip of her drink.
"Like that damn it!" he yelled looking right at the girl.
She looked at him with a puzzled look in her eyes before returning back to her drink, "You really are stupid." she stated calmly.
With his eye twitching he couldn't help but let out an annoyed chuckle.
"Lavvvvvvvvvvv~~"
Hearing the girl sigh she looked right at the pianist before placing her drink on the table, "Yes."
"Fetch me my tea~"
He watched as the exact blank expression as before looked upon the man, "We don't have tea," she stated, "We've never had tea."
Her words seemed to bring the man's performance to a halt, "WHAT!" he screamed, rushing over to their table in an instant, "I've been drinking tea all night!"
He blanked, before sweat dropping when he heard those words. His eyes trailed over towards the several empty bottles of beer that laid all over where the man was sitting before.
The sigh that came from the girl was all he needed to know that this was a recurring encounter.
"I'll make you tea tomorrow," she stated calmly.
"But Lavvv~ I want it nowwww!" the man whined with a sing along voice.
Sending the girl a look of pity she seemed unfazed of the situation, and only kept taking sips of her drink. Taking a sip of his own he looked into the man's hazel eyes that sparkled with recognition.
His silver bangs were parted to his sides where once could see they were brushed down. A stubbly face with the same color of his hair indicating his hair was either greying or it was his natural color. From the looks of it, he would bet his money on the latter. The silver hair of his, had a shaggy appearance to it with strands sticking out wherever one would look.
All in all, he looked homeless.
The only item that even looked valuable were the two rings dangling from his necklace.
The man smiled at him before scooting closer to him. He tried to scoot away, but failed when he hit the chair of the girl. Stopping, it gave the man enough time to throw his arm on the back of his neck; where his hand dangled off his shoulder. As one would to a good buddy of theirs.
"Isn't that right Judy!" he yelled with a smile he never expected to see on his face.
Looking at him confusedly he heard the girl next to him put down her cup only to be followed up by a sigh.
"Ash, I think you should head to bed," she spoke softly.
Looking between the two he could already feel the man's mood drop.
"But! Look Lav! Jud's here!" he exclaimed, becoming a bit more ecstatic at just mentioning the person.
He met eyes with the man before he winked at him that sent a shiver of disgust down his spine. Being in the pouring rain didn't sound so bad right about now.
"Just give him a minute," he heard next to him.
Looking at the girl with a raised brow he wasn't sure what she meant until the loud thud came from the other side of him. His head snapped towards the noise where the man's unconscious form laid.
'Ok...' he thought bewildered. This definitely seemed to be a recurring thing.
Looking back at the girl he had expected some sort of reaction on her. Surprised? Worried? Or even a bit startled at what just happened? Nope! She kept the same non lachant expression on her face that he's seen the entire time.
She looked at his puzzled eyes that looked into her lazy ones.
"Are you going to finish that?" she asked.
"What?" he replied, a bit confused about the question.
She pointed towards his mug of hot chocolate.
"That, or are you to stupid to understand what i'm asking?" she asked with a hint of what sounded like genuine curiosity.
He looked at her with his mouth hanging before looking back at the pianist who already had a snot bubble blowing. Looking back at the girl he looked back at the man before finally setting his gaze onto her.
She moved a strand of her lavender hair behind her right ear before her pink orbs met his.
"Shouldn't we…" he started before glancing at the man, "do something?" he asked, unsure if even what he asked made sense.
She showed some sign of emotion when she raised her brow at him, "Do you want to carry a passed out guy who was probably going to try to makeout with you, since he's so drunk he can't tell the difference between a grimm and a blond girl?"
He opened his mouth only to close it as he pondered her words.
"I'm not sure if you're calling me ugly or feminine." he replied.
She went to go grab his mug,"If you're not gonna drink that I will," but before her hand could reach it he got to it first. Chugging the hot contents in a matter of seconds. He gave the girl a stern and demanding look, to answer his questions, with his puffed out cheeks filled with the liquid.
Swallowing it all, he instantly regretted it as a burning sensation within his throat was becoming increasingly unbearable by the second. His face turned red as steam came forth out of his mouth. Fanning himself with his right hand, while his left still had the ball of cloth wrapped around it, he wasn't really sure if it was helping the situation.
"H-help!" he managed to get out.
He was expecting a lot of things when he said that.
A lazy look from the girl as she watched him suffer was probably the highest on the list. A glass of water or something to help him with this damn feeling!
What he wasn't expecting was for half a damn water bottle to get shoved into his damn mouth!
Deciding to complain later he grabbed the bottle with his right hand before squeezing the life out of it. Not a single drop was left when it started to become bearable.
Departing his lips from the bottle he let out a long sigh before wiping away the sweat that had started to form on his forehead. Placing the bottle onto the table he resumed his glare towards the girl with his arms crossed.
"Well?" he questioned with some irritation.
She looked at him completely unfazed at what had just happened, "Well?" she repeated.
"You didn't have to shove water down my throat."
She blinked, "You said help? You're looking better, so help had come."
His eye twitched at her comment, "Help could've done better."
"Help could've left you as you were."
Once more he opened his mouth but nothing came out. He looked away before puffing his cheeks out. All the while muttering to himelf about "stupid smart people".
"You really are as mindless as a grimm, and as stupid as a blond girl," she spoke getting the blonds attention.
She looked out a nearby window where he saw that the rain hadn't let up at all. In fact it probably only increased in strength.
"You could stay the night here. Rains not gonna lighten up for at least a couple hours." she said, turning to face the blond.
Looking at her puzzled he asked, "And just how do you know that?"
If it was possible her blank expression only further blanked, "The news." she stated flatly.
Looking at her with an embarrassed blush he looked away, "R-right," he stuttered in embarrassment.
Clearing his throat he rubbed it before swallowing. Wincing a little it hurt to swallow.
Again, he heard the girl sigh.
Almost like she knew what he just realized she spoke, "I can get you some tea for that tomorrow. That is if you're still here."
Looking at her he was about to ask just how she knew about it only for her to send him a blank look.
"Before you open your dumb mouth. I saw you chug down a basically full mug of hot chocolate, begging for help with steam coming out of your mouth, and you want me to believe that you're perfectly fine?"
Touche.
"So come on," she said getting up before grabbing the unconscious man's arms, "Help me get him up."
Giving a slow nod he got up from his chair before moving the jacket wrapped around his hand down to his wrists. Crouching down, he grabbed the man's legs from under the table before getting them out. He hung between the two like a hammock before they took not so careful steps towards the upstairs.
The girl took the lead climbing the stairs where he followed a couple steps down. With an unconscious body covering the distance between them. He winced seeing the man's head hit a stair going up, but the girl didn't seem to give a care in the world.
"Is he-"
"Yes," she cut him off.
Silencing himself they made it up the stairs where he was met with a hallway. Looking down it he counted five doors with three of them being just far enough apart that they should be rooms if he was correct.
"His rooms the third to the left," she said.
He nodded before once more following her lead.
They made it in front of the door where she let go one of his arms to open the door, which surprised him at the sudden addition of weight. The result being part of the man's right side hitting the floor.
He sweatdropped before he heard the girl say something, "I can handle it from here."
Nodding he put the man's legs down as gently as he could, but his efforts proved fruitless when she basically threw the man in before shutting the door. She walked right past him before opening the door second closest to the stairs.
"You can use this room," she stated, allowing him a look inside, "My rooms right next to yours, and Ashen's is… well you already saw where."
He nodded sweat dropping at just the memory of it.
"And the doors on the other side are a breakroom, and a closet. So nothing special."
"Rightttt," he said looking at the girl before taking a couple steps into the room. Turning on his heel he looked at the girl who was a few inches taller than he, "Why are you doing this?" he asked looking up at her.
She looked at him before looking at the door to Ashen's room before looking right back at him, "That lady down there. The one behind the counter. Her name is Susan."
"Yeah but-"
"He calls everyone Martha."
"Ok I sti-"
Just like that, he was met with the blank white of the door. He heard her footsteps walk towards where the other rooms were, and eventually the sound of her opening and closing a door. Letting out a long sigh he unwrapped the jacket around his arm and threw it towards one of the corners of the room.
He took off the green leather belt that held his sheathed sword, before leaning it on the bed as close to him as it could get. Taking off his shirt he exposed his well developed muscles. He spread his shirt out onto the floor before doing the same with his pants leaving him in nothing but his boxers.
Rubbing his eye he let out a yawn before stretching out his left arm. Grabbing his sheathed sword with his right arm he threw the blanket off before jumping in and quickly covering himself. Laying his sword right next to him on the bed to his left.
Placing both of his hands behind his head he stared up at the ceiling before letting out the faintest of smirks.
Today was… interesting.
With the soothing sounds of the rain he closed his eyes, letting his body enter a state of peace. His breath quickly found a steady, rhythmic pace.
For the first time he could say he was glad he played the fool.
Gonna be honest completely forgot where I left off on this story. My absence from this story mostly stems from me working on a little side project that i'll give more info on when I release it, but honestly that's not the only reason I haven't posted anything on here. I had a lot of school stuff to do practically everyday, and the only breaks I had were weekends where writing was the last thing on my mind. Hope everyones doing ok, and that you guys enjoyed this little update. There are some thing I am going to address for the upcoming chapters, it's mostly going to be original content, and I kinda shot myself in the foot not gonna lie. However, that's not what's on my mind, and that's regarding this Naruto, and that being his shyness. It's a mood killer for most it seems, and it was clearly a killer for me too apparently since I had him ease into the student life in Beacon and not be a complete b**** as some of you would put it. It's whatever, since I had planned to do it a tiny bit later in the story, but oh well. If there's any questions feel free to PM me, I always love talking to people about my work. Anyways, thanks for reading!
