A/N: Welcome back to another installment of My Turn!

Now...this was supposed to be done and uploaded several days ago, but both laziness for a day and suddenly writing a lot for one chapter made this take longer.

Remember when updates were daily? Hah~, those were the days.

Random Person: That was barely three weeks ago, man.

Those were the days.

On the bright side, you all get this nice, long chapter for my blunder! This will be the longest chapter of the entire story, as I'm aiming to keep word count for each future chapter to be around 2000-5000 words. I probably should've split it, but...oh well.

Still...I think this was my favorite chapter to write. Why? Because I meet a certain character in this.

Only one of you bothered to guess who I could be meeting in this chapter...and that person got it right!

Also...this story has reached over 100 followers (125 to be exact).

Holy crap, man! That's amazing! I still can't believe it.

Show's what I know, huh?

Anyway, without further ado, let's get on with my second year on Remnant!


Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY.


Second Year


After Neo's departure, things had returned back to the norm for me.

Farm work, militia patrol, training with my weapons….

Actually, I had asked Vert (the retired Huntsman) to increase my training regime. That fight with Neo got me thinking: I needed to step up my game. Not sure if I'll be good enough to, say, be an applicable candidate for a Huntsman Academy (not a good example since I'm sure I'm well past the age limit), but I gotta get better.

I have a daughter to protect, after all.

So Vert upped his game in our training sessions…which resulted in me getting my ass kicked faster.

Still, I think I was improving. I was able to react to his attacks faster and could last longer in our little practice spars.

Never was able to make him sweat, though. Guess he's still that good, despite being retired.

On the plus side, I was technically the most combat ready person in the entire village, so at least I had that going for me.

As for my Aura, I think I was improving their as well. When I had asked Vert to have it checked, I turned out to have an average Aura level for a villager outside the Kingdoms who would hardly train with it.

Now, with the increase in training, maybe I could have a good enough Aura level as those students at the Academies.

Doubtful, but hey. One can dream, right?

Still haven't discovered my Semblance yet. A drag, but I'm sure I'll discover it eventually.

Also…I may or may not be trying to prepare myself for what I know will happen during the Vytal Festival in a few years' time. I'm still not sure if I'll actually intervene, or simply stay in the village for the rest of my life.

I had it good here. I had a home, a daughter, and a decent job as a farmer.

Should I really put all that at risk if I decide to intervene in those events?

Even if I did, what could I possibly do? They wouldn't believe me if I told them…well, maybe Ozpin would hear me out, but I bet even he would be skeptical.

Plus, not sure if they'd take kindly to some random person knowing about the Maidens.

And if I didn't intervene…could I live with myself knowing I could've done something to prevent the events to transpire?

I would think that since the creator of RWBY, Monty Oum, had these events planned out, that he had done so for good reason. Maybe as character development for Jaune and Ruby and others?

And all this was on the assumption that the events would happen like in the show. While the Maidens turned out to be true when I met Amber (wonder if I'll see her again?), there's nothing to say that everything else is true.

What if Salem doesn't actually exist? What if Cinder isn't planning on becoming an evil bitch and ruining everyone's lives? What if Mercury isn't being trained as an Assassin by his father? What if Emerald isn't starving on the streets, forced to become a thief?

All this thinking makes my head hurt, so I'll just put it all at the back of my mind until the time comes for me to decide whether or not I should do something.

In any case, my second year on Remnant turned out to be both sad and interesting.

Why sad?


I stood by my daughter as she replaced the old flowers in a vase with some fresh ones.

"There you go, Grandpa."

The grave said nothing in response.

It had been earlier in the year when I was tending to the field that I noticed Cole hadn't come out to help. Despite being old, he always came out.

I went inside to find him in his room, still in bed.

I had shaken him to wake him up, but he didn't stir.

I shook him some more, only to yield the same results, and he didn't respond when I called out his name.

It was a full minute later when I finally had the terrifying thought of checking his pulse….

None was found.

I had told Violet to stay in the house, lock the doors, and not let anyone in as I ran out with Cole over my shoulder. I arrived at Doc's in mere minutes and informed him of what I found. He checked Cole out and tried to resuscitate him….

But it had been too late.

Cole had passed away in his sleep.

A funeral had been held, with a lot of people attending since Cole, or Old Man Barton as everyone called him, had been good friends with all the villagers.

Violet at first had not understood what happened, but I, much to my chagrin, explained it to her. Though I was able to say something that was child-friendly, involving angels and heaven and the lot.

It was some time later that Violet fully understood my meaning and wept. Being her father, I comforted her the best that I could….

"You're not leaving, too, are you daddy?"

My heart pretty much broke at that and I wept with her, reassuring her that I would never leave her.

I had felt happy that she finally called me "dad", but sad that Cole wasn't here to hear it.

Cole had been like a father to me, just like he had been a grandfather to Violet.

And now he was gone.

I tried to keep my emotions in check as Violet continued to speak to the grave.

"I hope you're doing okay, and that you're keeping my first daddy company. He was always so strict."

I can see that being a thing.

"Dad and I are doing okay so far. The animals have been on their best behavior-."

Bullshit. Those goddamn chickens still peck at me!

"-and Dad's been taking care of the farm okay since you left."

…Eh, I guess "okay" is the right word to use.

"And there haven't been that many Grimm attacks for a while, so that's cool."

Yeah, thank god, really.

"…I miss you."

Oh god.

"And Dad misses you too."

Damn right, I do. I could feel my eyes begin to water, already.

Violet turned up to me. "Dad?"

I wiped my eyes. "I-I'm fine, really. I just…could you give me a minute?"

Violet nodded. "I'm gonna look for some more flowers."

Violet ran off.

"Hey, old timer."

Once again, the grave didn't respond.

"I really wish your time hadn't come…I'm still a bit scared at doing all of this on my own. Taking care of Violet, running the farm without you. I know you showed me the ropes, but…."

I sighed. "Sometimes…I wonder if I can keep doing this."

The wind blew at me, and I couldn't help but wonder if that was Cole responding to me….

I chuckle. "Yeah, if you were here, you'd smack me upside the head and give me a mouthful about my doubts."

I tipped my cap. "Rest in peace, gramps."

I turned to find Violet returning to me.

"I found this pretty flower!"

I looked at it…and chuckled.

It was a rose.

"Put it with the others."

Violet nodded and carefully placed it among the other flowers.

Funny. That rose made me think of Ruby.

Heh.

I pat Violet's head. "Come on. We gotta get back."

Violet smiles, then turns to the grave. "Bye, grandpa."

She starts towards the gate of the cemetery.

With a final nod to the Cole's grave, I follow after my daughter.


Months went by, and I got better at running the farm by myself. It helped that I decided to let Violet handle the easier (and safer) chores.

I thought that the rest of the year would go by with the usual routine: farm work, training, patrol, raising Violet….

Yeah. If only I were so lucky.


It was around what would be considered October for me when another "interesting" event happened.

I was out on the field, pulling out the freshly grown crops. I had just finished pulling out half of it when I heard Violet calling out to me.

"Daddy!"

I turned to find her running towards me with binoculars at hand.

"Something wrong, V?"

Violet pouted. "It's Violet! Not V!"

I cringed at her pout. Seriously, I'd bet my new life that it's more effective than Ruby's.

"Right, sorry. So, what's wrong?"

She thrust the binoculars to me and pointed at the distance.

"Look!"

I placed the binoculars over my eyes and gazed in the direction she pointed at….

And gulped a bit.

"Oh shit."

What I saw was three Bullheads firing at a somewhat larger airship. The three Bullheads had the oh so familiar symbol I'd come to know from the show.

The White Fang.

When I looked at the airship being shot at, I noticed that it looked more graceful and personalized, with three bands flowing freely in the air….

Wait.

I let my mind wander to all I had seen in RWBY, yet the only time I saw this particular airship was in Volume 3.

Specifically episodes 3 and 4.

When a certain new character appeared.

Who happened to be affiliated with a certain military….

And also happened to be the older sister of Weiss Schnee.

I…am seriously hoping this is who I think it is and not some other person that happens to have the same ship and who is a target of the White Fang.

The airborne battle was getting kinda close to the farm now that I'm looking more closely….

FWOOM!

And there they go. Wow, those ships are fast!

BOOM!

Oh shit.

The custom airship got hit by another missile and started careening down towards the forest.

BOOM!

And there's the crash.

The three Bullheads began circling the forest. Probably trying to find a place to land so that they can approach on foot….

I'm not sure about what I should do. Am I brave enough to go investigate this crash when the White Fang are near? Not to mention the Grimm will undoubtedly swarm the crash site.

Still…if the person on that ship is who I think it is….

"Violet, get in the house. Lock the doors and don't let anyone in until I get back."

She looked up to me. "Where are you going?"

I went to get my weapons. "I'm going to see if anyone survived the crash."

I stopped momentarily when Violet grabbed onto my leg.

I smile and pat her in between her bunny ears. "Don't worry. I'll be fine, and if I'm lucky, I'll be bringing a guest!"

She let go and smiled at me. "Maybe it'll be a pretty girl? You look lonely sometimes."

I falter for a moment. "W-What? I'm not lonely! I have you!"

She gave me a deadpan expression. "I mean someone as old as you. Like the other kids parents. You already missed out with the ice cream lady last year!"

"…Aren't you a little young to be giving me this kind of talk?"

"Don't you have somewhere to be?"

I really should've asked Cole just what he and her biological dad had put in her head. She's just a kid, damn it! And here she is saying I should try to find a girlfriend!

It's not like I haven't tried or anything…no, wait, I haven't even tried. Like, at all.

It's not like this can be rushed or anything! These things take time, after all!

"Dad?"

Oh right. The crashed ship. Man, I really need to stop going off topic.

"Get in the house. Lock the doors. Don't let anyone in until I get back."

I went to retrieve my weapons.


I strolled through the forest, making sure to look in all directions for any signs of Grimm or White Fang.

I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm actually going to investigate a crashed ship that was downed by the White Fang, whom are more than likely still around and will probably kill me if they see me.

All because there's a chance that the person on that ship was someone who, if I were into that sort of thing, would be considered my…what was that Japanese term again?

Waifu?

Yeah, I think so.

Again, not into that sort of thing. Otherwise, I'd have called myself an "otaku" in my past life.

Off topic, again…damn it. Need to focus.

I began to see what looked like some smoke and metal in the distance. I picked up the pace and made a quick jog towards the crash site.

I stopped before the ship and gave it a onceover….

Well, this definitely looked like…her ship.

Still, can't get ahead of myself. I need to see her before I can confirm it is her. This could still be someone else, as unlikely as it is. Can't get my hopes up just yet.

I circled around the ship until I found the part where the entrance/exit ramp is.

Now…how the hell do I get in?

I searched the entire end of this ship for some sort of button that could let me inside, but found none. It probably opens from the inside.

Just my luck.

"Hello!" I yelled. "Is anyone in there?!"

No response. Not that I expected one.

I started banging on the ship to let whoever was inside know that I was out here.

"I saw the crash from my home and came to investigate! Anyone alive in there?!"

I waited for some sort of response….

I got one in the form of the ramp descending.

I stepped back and waited as it touched ground to see if anyone stepped out.

"HOSTILE DETECTED!"

"Wait, wha-?"

All that training from Vert really paid off! Otherwise, I'd have been mowed down by a hail of bullets.

I had jumped to the side to avoid the stream. A freaking robot jumped out from inside the ship and had shot at me!

"WHOA, WHOA! HANG ON A SECON-!"

"EXTERMINATE!"

Shit! It just went Dalek on me!

Its hands turned into blades as it charged at me. I quickly drew out Lucky and MM to block with the scythes.

"I'M NOT A HOSTILE, DAMN IT!"

The robot didn't listen, as it thrust its blades at me again. I quickly parried with my own weapons and stuck at its midsection. It blocked and brought its foot up to kick me back, sending me rolling.

I was able to make it to my feet to see it jump towards me. I barrel-rolled to the side to avoid getting crushed. I flipped my left gun so that I held it by its grip and shot twice at the robot. It blocked each bullet with its blades and charged me.

I kept MM aimed at the robot, but had Lucky ready to parry any strikes from its blades.

I parried its left blade and aimed the gun on my left to shoot its head. It quickly brought its other hand up to move the gun a few degrees left, causing me to miss the shot. I forced my hand to re-aim the gun at the robots head, but it simply moved it a few degrees to the right, making me miss again.

I grit my teeth and yanked away from the machine. I aimed both guns at it this time, but it swiped them away and kicked me back.

"FUCK!"

This was not going well.

It leaped at me, ready to impale me with its blades. I rolled underneath it, picking up my guns on the way. I brought them up to stop the robot's blades from impaling me.

What followed was a series of strikes and blocks that I couldn't believe I was performing. To be fair, Vert was several times faster than this hunk of metal, so that probably has something to do with it.

However…I was starting to get tired.

This machine doesn't get tired.

Crap.

I jumped backwards to step away from the machine and assess my situation.

Now that I got a better look at the robot, it turned out to be one of the old ones, the ones from the RWBY "Black" Trailer. Not surprising, since the new models aren't a thing until Volume 2.

I think I'm still alive only because this is the old model. The newer one might have ended me sooner.

No matter.

I needed to end this now.

I stood ready to enact my plan as the robot and I circled each other. I needed to be in a certain position in order to get this right….

And there I am.

I stopped, and so did the robot.

I took a deep breath….

I charged, the robot following suit.

I held my weapons out as I neared to robot. When we were a certain distance apart….

I slid under it, the scythe parts of my guns held outward.

They sliced through the robot's legs like butter.

I quickly got up to find the robot fall to the ground. When it began to turn its blades back into guns, I quickly ran towards it. As it aimed its gun at me, I sliced its hand of with Lucky, and aimed MM right at its head.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Its head was no more, the body falling to a slump.

I panted for a bit, trying to get some air. I wiped a bit of perspiration from my forehead and gazed at the destroyed machine.

I…I just took out an Atlesian Knight. The older model, but still….

"YES!"

I thrust my hands into the air, reveling in my little victory.

"HA! TAKE THAT, ROBOT! THE MACHINE WILL RISE, MY ASS!"

"Quite impressive."

I froze at the voice. I think my heart might have skipped a beat.

"Though you realize you just destroyed Atlas military property, do you not?"

I gulped.

That voice….

S-Still, my ears could be playing tricks on me.

I slowly turned around…and it was as if I was staring at the goddess of beauty herself.

Before me stood the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She wore a blue vest with a white militaristic jacket over it that exposed a part of her upper arms. She had on leg armor over white pants (I assume she wears pants, anyway), and I could make out a sword sheathed at her…rather shapely hips.

My eyes moved upward to her…expanded chest (I'm a guy! Don't judge me!). I may have stared for longer than necessary (and by "necessary", I mean "not supposed to in the first place!"). I snapped out of it and drove my eyes to her face and- oh my god, I can't decide which was the lesser of two evils to stare at.

Her skin was a smooth pale white, much less pale than Weiss or Ruby. Her ice blue eyes were cold yet enchanting to gaze into. Her hair was a snow white (hah!) and tied in a bun, with a strand dangling lazily on the left and much more combed and stylized to nearly cover her eye.

If I had any doubts before, they were shot down by a firing squad and dumped in a ditch.

This was Winter Schnee….

And let me tell you something: the concept art, the show, and any drawings on Deviantart, Tumblr, or any other sites like that? None of those three do her appearance and beauty any justice!

And to be honest…when I finally saw her in the Volume 3 opening, I nearly became one of those guys that falls in love with a fictional character. Seeing her in the show didn't help either.

Still…to gaze upon her with my own eyes….

For the briefest of moments (a moment of weakness, mind you), I actually considered the oh so slim possibility that someone like me could be with this goddess before me….

I was lucky enough to have this second chance at life.

I was lucky enough to catch a break becoming a farmer.

I was lucky enough to get the opportunity to raise Violet.

But in terms of me and Winter…I wasn't that lucky.

"Stop staring."

Oh crap. Quick! Snap out of it!

POW!

"Ow, ow, ow!"

Yeah, I had the usual idea to slap myself, as always.

The problem? I was still holding Lucky when I did that.

Yeah, I just hit myself with my gun and- oh my god, it hurt!

"Did you…just hit yourself with your own weapon?"

And for the icing on the cake, I did it in front of Winter fucking Schnee.

Good going, Colt. Really good first impression you just made!

I rubbed my cheek and jaw for a moment to dull the pain before addressing the godde- er, Winter.

"Er…j-just ignore that, hehe."

The godde-, goddamn it, no!

Winter raised an eyebrow. "Okay…."

I cleared my throat. "Um…so I saw the ship crash and-."

I stopped when I noticed her glaring at me.

"…What?"

Her eyes moved to behind me. I turned to find the remains of the machine….

Oh, right. That.

"In my defense, that robot-."

"Atlesian Knight. Model 130."

"That robot up and attacked me. I just defended myself."

I crossed my arms. "And now that I think about it…why didn't you call it off?!"

Winter crossed her own arms. "How was I to know you weren't a threat?"

"Oh gee, let's see…how about the fact I don't look like a White Fang grunt?"

Winter's eyes began searching the area the moment I made mention of the White Fang.

"Don't worry," I assured. "I didn't see any White Fang around."

"That you know of," Winter countered.

I gestured above us. "Those three ships were still circling the forest last time I checked. Probably looking for a place to land so they can approach you on foot."

Winter nodded. "Makes sense."

I gaze up at the sky for any signs of the ships. This forest was pretty dense, save for a few clearings, but none were near the crash site. The only place they could land to make their way here on foot would be….

The village.

Shit.

I quickly turn to make my way back.

"Where are you going?" I heard Winter ask.

"Back to my village," I answer without stopping. "It's the only place they can land that's near here."

The militia is good and all, but these are White Fang. They're more than likely better in combat against people than the villagers.

And to make matters worse, Violet was alone at the house.

Crap.

I heard footsteps catch up to me as I reloaded my weapons.

"I'll be going with you," Winter said from beside me.

I nod with a smile. "Thanks."

I cradled my weapons and held a hand out.

"Colt Remington."

Winter stared at the hand for a moment…before shaking it.

"Winter Schnee."

I could've sworn I felt something electric just now when we shook hands….

Eh, probably just my imagination, or static electricity…no wait, then we would've flinched our hands back in shock.

Just my imagination, then.


We stood at the edge of the forest.

Winter was currently using my binoculars to search my home.

"Well?" I asked.

She put down the binoculars. "No White Fang on your property. Though there was some small movement inside the house."

"That's probably Violet."

She turned to me. "Who?"

"My daughter."

I noticed the shocked look on her face.

"…What?"

"Sorry, it's just…you don't look…."

"Old enough?"

She nodded.

"I adopted her. Long story."

I made my way out towards my house, Winter following after me.

"Just a random question," I began, wanting to be sure of something.

Winter turned to me with a raised eyebrow.

"I understand if you have some form of hatred towards the White Fang, but…what do you think of the Faunus in general?"

I know the fact that she might be a bit racist towards the Faunus was possible considering her father and how Weiss acted in the end of Volume One, but if she says something about Violet, I don't care if she's a goddess in my eyes, I will-.

"I don't hate the Faunus."

Oh, thank god.

"At least…not anymore."

Damn it…well, she said "not anymore", so….

"Huh?" I let out, wanting to know more before I suddenly judged her.

"As loathe as I am to admit it, I was like my father in a sense when I was young. I didn't hold the Faunus in particular high regards."

"However," she continued. "That changed when I entered Atlas Academy. I had been made leader of a team that had two Faunus. At first, we didn't get along, but…after a while, I formed a comradery with them. I had been a fool to allow myself to agree with my Father's views on the Faunus."

Huh…so she used to have a negative view on Faunus, but she outgrew it….

Alright, no points lost so far.

"Why do you ask?"

I shrugged as we approached my house. "Just in case."

"In case of what?"

I grinned. "You'll see."

I got on the porch and knocked. "Violet? I'm back! And I brought a guest."

Winter sent me a confused look, but I only smiled.

The sound of a lock moving was heard, and the door opened, a purple and brown blur slamming into me.

"Daddy!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Winter notice the bunny ears, and a look of understanding adorned her face.

"I see," she said.

I chuckled and pat Violet's head. "I'm alright. Had a bit of a scuffle with a robot, but it was nothing."

Winter crossed her arms. "You looked like you struggled."

"Good to know you had watched the entire fight and that you could've called off the robot at any given time. That makes me feel so much better."

Winter scoffed.

Violet stared at the Specialist next to me.

"…What?"

Violet turned to me. "See, daddy? I told you there could be a pretty girl."

I hissed a bit. "Violet, now is not the time for-."

"But you always look lonely-."

I held up my hand like a claw.

"EEP!"

Violet ran inside the house, up the stairs, and into the room. I could hear her bedroom door slam and lock.

I snickered and turned to Winter, who bore a confused look.

"I used to do this thing to some other kids where I make them scared of my hand, which I dubbed 'The Claw'."

I neglected to mention that those "kids" were my nephews in my past life on Earth. I had made them fear The Claw. I bring it out and they go running off to their rooms so that I could have a moment's peace.

And now Violet feared The Claw.

ALL WILL FEAR THE CLAW!

"I see."

"So," Winter began as she looked at me with an unreadable expression and…wait a minute.

Was that a hint of a smirk forming on her lips?

"Your daughter says your lone-."

"YOU WILL FORGET SHE EVER SAID THAT!"

"COLT!"

Winter and I turned towards the shout to find someone running towards us.

"Flan?" I asked.

The innkeeper stopped in front of us and panted. "There's…at the village entrance…White Fang."

Aw crap.

Winter narrowed her eyes. "Let us make haste."

Flan stared at her. "…Who are you?"

I waved him off before she could answer. "Not important."

I think Winter squawked in indignation.

"Did they say what they wanted?"

Flan nodded. "They say they're looking for a Schnee. We keep telling them none have come around here but-."

He stopped and turned to Winter.

"…She's who they're looking for, isn't she?"

"We're not turning her over, Flan."

"I wasn't gonna say that!" He quickly said. "I just…wanted to know."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, now you know."

I turned to Winter. "Look…we can't let them know you're here. You think you can just stay here and keep my daughter company?"

"I will not stand by while the White Fang is here!" she protested.

"Well, we," I countered. "As in, the village, don't want a fight with the White Fang. And if you show up, a fight is what'll happen. So please…just wait here."

She glared at me, which might have intimidated me in any other circumstance, but she really needed to stay out of sight….

She sighed. "Very well."

I nodded gratefully. "Thank you."

I run up the stairs to Violet's room and knock on her door.

"Violet? I'm heading to the village. The pretty lady's going to be her to watch you while I'm gone. Do not leave the house. Understand?"

"…Is the claw gone?"

Oh for the love of-.

"Yes, it's gone."

The door unlocked and opened to reveal Violet. "…So are you and the pretty lady-?"

"No!"

She pouted. "Aw~."

I rub my eyes and groan. "Look…her name is Winter Schnee. Treat her with the utmost respect and kindness. Alright?"

She nodded.

"And again, do not leave the house or let anyone else but me in. Understand?"

She nodded.

"Good." I pat her head. "See you later, squirt."

"Hey!"

I move down the stairs and head outside.

"Let's go, Flan."

I turn to Winter. "Watch my daughter, please. And stay out of sight."

She nodded. "…So now I'm the 'pretty lady'-."

"We are not doing this right now."

Seriously, I think a smirk might be forming on her lips.

"Of course."

Muttering under my breath, I went with Flan to the village entrance.


We arrived and found some villagers crowding the entrance, wielding either a pitchfork or club. Some militia men were there as well.

On the other side of the entrance were about seven White Fang grunts brandishing swords and rifles, one of whom looked to be the leader of the group (no it's not Adam…or the White Fang Lieutenant), if the different shaped mask was anything to go by.

Standing between the two sides were Vert and some of the Faunus that resided in the village.

Guess they thought some Faunus might be able to convince the White Fang to leave.

Judging by the shouts from each side, it didn't seem to be working.

"For the last time," Vert said. "We don't have who you're looking for in our village."

The WF leader scoffed. "And I'm supposed to take the word of a human?"

A Faunus stepped up. "Look, we don't want any trouble. This issue of yours with the SDC is a Kingdom problem. Take it there and not here."

The leader glared. "This problem became yours when you allowed sanctuary to a Schnee."

"She's not here, damn it!" Vert shouted, already having enough of the situation.

The leader smirked. "Oh really…then why did my scout report the Schnee and another villager coming out of the forest near your village?"

Goddamn it, they had eyes on us!

"And the last report was of the Schnee taking refuge in the farm on the other side of the village."

Great, they know where I live.

"In fact…from the description of the man given to us-."

And here we go.

"-that's him over there."

The WF leader pointed in my direction, causing everyone to look at me.

Wonderful. I just love being the center of attention, thank you very much.

With a sigh, I stepped up to the entrance, standing next to Vert.

"Look…I don't know what your scout think he saw, but there's no Schnee here. And there definitely isn't a Schnee on my land."

The leader smirked. "Oh really? Then perhaps you won't mind if we take a look for ourse-?"

"You set one foot on my land, and I'll put a bullet in ya."

I was not about to let the White Fang near my house, or Violet and Winter.

"Quite defensive, are we?"

"I know what you do. I don't want assholes like you on my property."

The leader scowled. "…I'll enjoy watching you bleed."

"And I'll enjoy kicking your ass."

"Tch." The leader turned to everyone. "You have until nightfall to give up the Schnee. Otherwise, I'll storm your village with over twenty of my finest warriors."

He glanced at me. "Do choose wisely, unlike this man."

With a hand gesture, he and the other White Fang grunts turned and marched away.

"Colt."

"Yes, Vert?"

"Is there really a Schnee at your house?"

"…Yes."

Another villager stepped up. "And you didn't give the person up?!"

I glared at him. "And you would?"

"We don't need conflict from the Kingdoms here in our village! We got enough problems as it is!"

I crossed my arms. "Okay…let's say it was you they were after. Should we give you up, then?"

"…"

"That's what I thought."

I pushed past the townsfolk and made my way back to the farm.


As I walked the path to my farm, I heard footsteps trying to catch up to me.

"Colt!"

Huh. Wonder what Vert wants?

The retired Huntsman was now next to me.

"I was able to calm the townsfolk down. Though I'm not sure if they'll go for defending the Schnee."

I almost let out a laugh at that. Winter? Needing to be defended?

Let me tell you what I remember from Volume 3. Weiss took out so many goddamn Atlesian Knights (the newer model) in but a few seconds, and Blake completely wasted those White Fang grunts like nothing.

Why do I mention these two? Because I'm willing to bet that Winter is ten, no twenty times better than both Weiss and Blake combined.

And these were just grunts, except maybe that guy who lead the group. Maybe he could pose a challenge, but that's a big "if'".

"Look, we'll talk to Winter and see what we ca-."

"Winter?"

"Yeah, that's the Schnee they're after. Winter Schnee."

Vert rubbed his chin. "Huh…so it's a girl, huh?"

"Yes, Winter's a girl…why?"

"Nothing. Just…I see why you're so adamant in helping her."

"Vert-."

"You did miss out on that short girl last year, so maybe you're trying to hook up with this Winter gi-."

"Ok, first of all," I grit out. "That's not what this is! Second of all, even if it was, she's way out of my league! It'll never happen."

"Is she now?"

"Yes!"

"…I think I'll see for myself."

I groan. "Whatever."

We approached my house and walked to the front porch. I knocked on the door.

"Violet? Winter? It's me."

Some locks unlocked and the door opened to reveal Winter and Violet.

"Hi, daddy!"

I smile. "Hey, squirt."

"Hey!"

I turn to Winter. "Well…they know you're here."

Winter scowled. "Wonderful."

"Ahem."

Oh, right. Vert.

"Winter, this is Vert Bowman. Our resident retired Huntsman."

She raised an eyebrow as she turned to Vert. "Pardon me, but…are you that Vert Bowman?"

Vert grinned. "I am."

She bowed. "It's an honor to meet you. You were, and still are, quite known for never missing a shot with your bow."

He shrugged. "Eh, can't exactly let myself get sloppy now, can I?"

He leaned towards me. "She is out of your league."

"Vert-."

"Then again, one must always dream big."

"Vert!"

He chuckled.

I sighed and turned back to Winter. "Anyway, they're going to be back by nightfall to storm the village unless we give you up."

Winter crossed her arms. "You should've let me go out there with you."

"And start a fight then and there? Hell no. Some people would've been caught in the crossfire."

Winter narrowed her eyes. "Then what do you suggest?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Me? You're the Specialist! And Vert's the one who leads the militia, not me!"

Vert rubbed his chin. "I don't know…I kinda want to see what you could think of. You did get us into this situation."

"Well, technically it's Winter's fault since she flew over here in the first place."

"Hey!"

"Completely accidental, of course," I added, shielding myself from her glare.

Violet tilted her head. "Can't you just ask them to leave?"

Her innocence really is adorable.

"We already tried that," Vert told the little bunny Faunus. "They're a stubborn bunch."

"And they're meanies, too," I added. "They want to take Winter away."

Violet gasped. "What? You can't let them take the pretty lady!"

"You know, you don't have to keep referring to her as the pretty lady."

Violet scrunched up her face cutely. "But she is pretty."

"…Well, yes, she is, but-."

"Oh am I, now?"

In all honestly, I should've expected for there to be more to the characters of RWBY than what Rooster Teeth showed us.

However…Winter being a (minor) troll was completely out of the box for me.

"We're not doing this," I said.

"Why not?" Winter asked.

"Because now's not the time."

Winter looked at her wrist as though she had a watch on. "Well, they're not coming till nightfall. Now seems like the perfect time to me."

…Okay, is everyone I meet gonna try to screw with me?

"This is about me destroying the robot, isn't it?"

"Perhaps."

Goddamn it.


After the rather vexing (yet secretly entertaining) banter with Winter, I asked Vert to have the militia meet up on my land. Counting myself and Vert, there was a total of 50 militia fighters.

They were gathered in the center of town. Vert, Winter and I stood on a podium of sorts.

"Alright!" Vert shouted. "Colt has something to ask of you all."

He gestured for me to step up, which I did.

"So…the White Fang plan on attacking our village."

"We already know that!"

A shout of agreement followed that reply.

"Right, right. I suppose you also know they're after Winter, here?"

I didn't get a reply right away…mainly because they were ogling Winter.

That ticked me off for some reason.

"Hey!" I shouted. "This is serious! Stop looking at her like she's a pole dancer or something!"

And now they were in fantasy land. Goddamn it….

In all honesty, I myself might have gone into my own little fantasy of Winter being a pole dan-.

SLAP!

Damn it, Colt! Snap out of it!

In any case, Neo's more likely to be a pole dancer than Winter anyway.

SLAP!

Goddamn it!

I cleared my throat to get their attention, but they were still off in their fantasy land.

Winter scoffed in disgust. "Men."

Unfortunately, she had a point.

With a sigh, I pulled out Lucky and fired a round at the sky.

That got their attention.

"Okay, back to what I was going to say," I said before they could go back to fantasy land. "They're going to attack at nightfall if we don't give up Winter by then."

"Why don't we just give her up, then?"

I took a deep breath.

"…I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

"Come on, Colt!" Another voice shouted. "We don't want no trouble with the White Fang!"

"I understand that, but-."

"Then just let them have her!"

"You all know Winter's next to me, right?"

"We don't care!"

Goddamn it.

"Besides," another militia man spoke. "Isn't she a part of some military? She can handle herself, can't she?"

"Yeah!" another voice shouted. "Let her fight them off! She's got the training!"

Unfortunately, that was a good point. I had no doubt she could (probably) take out all the White Fang that were here by herself.

But that wasn't the point.

"They're right."

I turned to gawk at Winter. "What?"

"I can handle mere grunts with ease," she stated. "And I'm not being egomaniacal when I say that."

Again, no doubt about that. But again, that's not the point!

"No one's saying you can't," I begin. "But-."

"Yeah! Let her deal with them herself!"

A chorus of agreement echoed among the militia.

Goddamn it….

"You know what? Fine."

I throw my hands in the air. "I was gonna come up with this cool plan that could work, but okay, fine! Let's leave it to the Specialist!"

I grab Winter's hand, ignoring the shocked look on her face (and the burning in my cheeks).

"Assholes, the lot of you."

I drag her through the crowd. I keep walking until we reach the village entrance.

I let go of her hand and turn to her. "…Well?"

She had been gazing at the hand I had grabbed with a contemplative stare before looking at me.

"Well, what?"

"Are we going or not?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Going where?"

"To fight the White Fang, of course."

"I said I can handle it myse-."

"I know that," I interrupt. "But I can't, in good conscious, let you do this alone. I don't care how skilled you are."

I gesture to the open field beyond the entrance. "Now, are we going to kick some White Fang ass or not?"

She stares at me for a moment.

"You're an interesting man, Colt."

And my cheeks were burning again.

"Er, right! Um…l-let's go then."

"You two leaving without me?"

Winter and I turned to find Vert standing with arms crossed.

I looked confused. "Vert?"

He smirked. "What? You thought I was also gonna leave you two to fight the White Fang? Can't have the next generation of Huntsman upstage me now, can I?"

"I'm not a Huntsman," I pointed out.

His smirked widened. "But you're on the right track."

Wow. That…actually means a lot to me, and coming from him no less!

"Still haven't even made me break a sweat in our training sessions, though."

Goddamn it.

I deadpanned. "Wow, we were having a moment, and you ruined it. Thanks for that."

He shrugged. "It's what I'm here for."

You lost some points, buddy.

I sigh. "Well, I guess we shou-."

"WAIT!"

Oh, what now?

I turned to find the other members of the militia.

One of them stepped forward. "Er, we wanted to…uh, apologize for how we were, well…acting. And we'll be standing by to back you guys up!"

"Oh…well, that's great a-, wait. Back us up?"

The militia took a step back as the man spoke again.

"Er, yeah! You all can handle this just fine! We, uh, we're just gonna hang back and, er…provide support! Yeah."

Screw it. It's the thought that counts.

"Well, alright then."

I turned to Winter and Vert. "Shall we?"

With a nod from both of them, we made our way towards the open plain.


We stood there in the middle of open ground, Winter and myself tapping our foots impatiently while Vert took the time to sharpen his arrows.

We're out in the open, damn it! They should've seen us and approached by now!

"Where the hell are they?!" I shouted.

"Patience is a virtue," Vert stated sagely as he sharpened his last arrow.

"I know that, but this is ridiculous!"

Seriously, don't they have someone keeping watch for something like this?

I sighed.

Well, guess I should make small talk.

"Hey, Winter?"

The Specialist eyed me.

"I couldn't help but realize the fact that maybe there should be some form of aid from the Atlas military. You did get shot down, after all."

"A distress beacon was sounded the moment I was attacked," Winter said. "I was automatically put through to another base and informed them of the attack. They should be sending a squadron to retrieve me sometime today."

I hummed. "…Guess it was a bit much to ask for them to arrive around now then, huh?"

Vert grunted. "Them coming in with their guns and machines would've caused a lot of unneeded collateral to the village, which is the last thing we want."

He turned to Winter. "No offense to the Atlas military, of course. We just don't want anything to befall the village."

Winter nodded. "No offense taken."

He had a fair point. If only the three of us took down the White Fang here and now outside the village, then there wouldn't be any collateral damage, whether it be to the village or its inhabitants.

Vert's gazed shifted to the forest. "Here they come."

I tensed as I saw what looked like 20 White Fang approach us from the tree line.

And that guy with the different-shaped mask was leading them.

"So," the leader said with a huff. "You're hear to give up the Schnee?"

I turned to Vert and Winter, who had narrowed eyes.

Guess they noticed it too.

"Er…not exactly."

My hands hovered above Lucky and MM.

The leader crossed his arms. "Oh? So you intend to fight?"

I narrowed my eyes. "We do."

The leader chuckled. "You've chosen unwisely."

"Maybe…."

My hands fell on the grips of my guns. "Before we do this, I've got a question for you."

The leader raised an eyebrow. "And that is?"

"Where's your actual leader?"

The "leader" faltered for a bit, but steeled himself. "You're talking to him."

"Do you really think I can't tell the difference between voices? I'll admit, you sound a lot like the guy I spoke to earlier, but your voice is just a tad low of an octave."

From the corners of my eyes, I found Winter's hand on the hilt of her sword and Vert with his bow drawn and an arrow marked and ready.

I stared through his mask. "So I'll ask again…where. Is. He?"

"GET THEM!"

All twenty White Fang charged at us. The half that had rifles began to aim them at us.

Winter sped towards them and immediately attacked the ones with the rifles. She sliced through each gun like butter. Those particular White Fang were left dumbfounded until Winter sped through again, knocking a few of them out with the hilt of her sword. When they were about to regroup on her, she sped back right beside me.

I stared at the scene with my mouth agape, and I turned to give Winter the same look.

"…What?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

That…was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen! She was so graceful in her attack, too!

And to be honest…it was kinda hot to see her kick ass.

Vert whistled. "Not bad. Guess I've got nothing to worry about with the next generation of Huntsmen and Huntresses.

The White Fang that had been disarmed drew swords and charged with a battle cry.

Vert grinned. "Now let me show you what this old man can do."

He aimed an arrow into the air and fired.

The White Fang watched the arrow soar into the air.

"…Hah!" one of them shouted. "You missed!"

Vert had a manic smile. "I never miss."

The arrow came falling down and landed in the middle of the White Fang-.

BOOM!

And boom goes the dynamite…Family Guy was a really funny show.

The group of terrorists were flung off their legs. Those closest to the blast found themselves unconscious. The others simply had their Aura's depleted.

As they were about to get up, they screamed in pain as Vert fired arrows into their kneecaps.

I winced. That had to hurt.

The only one that was able to charge was the "leader". Vert was about to fire when I held my hand up.

"Actually, I'll take this guy."

I marched forward and drew my weapons, holding them by the barrels.

The "leader" swung his sword at me, but I was able to block it with Lucky and aimed MM at his left kneecap.

BANG!

"Argh!"

His Aura protected him, but the impact (at close range, mind you) both depleted it and bucked his knee a bit, making him stumble. I used the moment to smack him in the head with the side of my gun.

I quickly grab him by his collar and place the scythe near his neck, making him visibly sweat.

"Now…I'm gonna ask again. Where. Is. Your. Leader?"

The grunt gulped. "W-Well, we needed leverage over you…a-and we knew you had a daughter, s-so…."

"Wow. Okay, then."

That's just…well then.

I purse my lips and shake my head. "You…have no idea how much rage is building up inside me at the moment."

The man paled.

"I-In all honesty, I'm surprised I'm calm right no- YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

I smack him with the side of my gun again, knocking him out.

I run back towards the village, ignoring Vert's and Winter's shouts.


I had run through the village and up the path to my land. I ran through the entrance to find nothing out of the ordinary….

Well, save for the door to my house being busted open.

Shit, shit, shit!

I aim MM ahead of me as I wield Lucky for melee. I slowly edge up the steps and oh so slowly step through the busted door. I search the immediate area and find the furniture in disarray. I step into the kitchen and find no one there.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly make my way up the steps.

"I'm sure you'll find that our cause is just, child."

I hiss under my breath.

He was talking to my daughter.

"The humans do nothing but treat us like dirt. Why, I bet your father doesn't even truly care about you."

"T-That's not true, you big meanie!"

I could tell she sounded afraid, but at least I knew she was alright.

"You will see the truth when you join the White Fang. We will take good care of you, child."

…Okay, screw being sneaky (not that I could be sneaky when it comes to Faunus).

This motherfucker was trying to recruit my daughter!

I stomped up the rest of the stairs and stormed into Violet's room….

Where I found the guy I was looking for holding a knife to my daughter's neck.

"Ah," he said condescendingly. "I was wondering when you'd get here."

"D-Daddy?"

I give Violet a soft look. "It's alright, sweetheart. Everything's gonna be okay."

"Why lie to the poor girl?"

I glare at the terrorist.

Now that I'm getting a good look at him, he turns out to be a wolf Faunus, judging by the extra set of ears on his head. His hair was a dark blue, with his eyes being a moonlight yellow.

"It's not a lie," I state. "It's something I plan to make happen."

"Oh?" the wolf Faunus asks, amused. "And just how do you plan on accomplishing that?"

"By kicking your ass."

"Swear!" Violet shouts, pointing a finger of doom at me. "Put a Lien in the swear jar!"

"Violet, now's not the time for-."

"Oh no, no," the wolf Faunus chuckles. "Go ahead. Put a Lien in the swear jar! We've got all the time in the world."

"Oh do we now?"

"Since I have your daughter as a hostage, then yes, we do."

I girt my teeth.

"Have a seat," he says, gesturing to the empty chair.

I comply, glaring all the while.

"Now then…." He scowls. "What's a human doing with a Faunus child?"

"She's my daughter," I said simply.

He scoffs. "Heh, right. "I've seen the pictures lying around. You're not this child's father at all."

"I've raised her for about two years now, so I'd like to think that I am her father."

"No human can father a Faunus child. Honestly, me taking her to join our esteemed organization would be a blessing for the child."

I let out a laugh. "HA! Esteemed?! I think you mean terrorist."

The man pressed the knife closer to Violet. "I'd watch what you say, human. Otherwise, an accident might befall this child."

Okay, I'm pretty sure my rage meter is close to breaking at this point.

"You hurt my daughter and I'll put a bullet in ya."

He smirks. "You're nothing but talk, human. Do you truly believe you can take me one on one?"

"Let my daughter go and see what happens," I growl.

"…Nah! I think I'll just hold on to her for a bit longer."

Okay, then.

"Violet?"

Said bunny faunus perks up.

"Remember what I said to do if a stranger tries to do something bad to you?"

"Bite the stranger?"

The wolf Faunus scowled. "There will be no biting!"

I smirk. "Actually, I was talking about the other thing."

"…Oh, yeah!"

The wolf Faunus's eyes narrowed. "Just what are you-?"

POW!

He didn't get to finish his sentence due to my daughter sending her tiny fist right in the man's family jewels.

He gasped in pain and held his manhood, dropping the knife and letting go of my daughter.

Violet rushed to me and wrapped me in a hug, which I gladly returned.

I pushed her back a bit and looked her in the eye with a smile.

"Good girl."

Violet giggled.

The wolf Faunus hissed in pain as he struggled to his feet.

"Violet, go downstairs and wait outside. I'll take care of the meanie."

She nods. "Kick his butt, daddy!"

She runs past me out of the room. I could hear her going down the stairs and running out the door.

I turn back and glare as I hold both Lucky and MM by the barrels for melee.

The wolf Faunus finally got to his feet and picked up his knife, as well as drew another for dual wielding.

"As I said earlier," he grit out with hateful eyes. "I'm going to enjoy watching you bleed."

"And as I said earlier, I'm going to enjoy kicking your ass!"

With a roar, he charged at me and thrust his knives at me. I parried each one with both scythed-guns. We began to exchange a series of blows as we attempted to cut one another.

He made to slash my throat, but I was able to block with MM. I flipped Lucky and aimed at him, but he grabbed my arm and twisted it, forcing me to let go of the gun. He kicked it aside, then kicked my right leg out, making me stumble.

He backflipped, kicking me backwards to the wall, and landed in a crouch. He then took one of his knives and threw it at me.

THUNK!

Jesus Christ, that almost stuck my head!

He let out a "tch". "I missed. Must be having an off day."

Not letting him get a second wind, I charged him and slammed him on the other side of the room. Thinking quickly, I grabbed the lantern nearby and smashed it against his head.

"Gah!"

He stumbled a bit as I took the gun-scythe I still held and brought the blade down on him. He was able to regain his bearings and block the attack with his knife. He spin kicked me, sending me rolling out the open door.

I slammed against the wall and let out a curse.

THUNK!

Oh come on!

I scrambled away from the knife and ran down the hallway. I heard the wolf Faunus give pursuit.

I stopped at the end of the hallway, where a window was. I looked out it to find nothing but open ground.

I turned back to find the wolf Faunus twirling his knives.

"I'll admit, your good for a simple farmer."

I scoffed. "Gee, thanks. That means so much coming from you."

The wolf Faunus chuckled as he readied his blades. "Tell me…what's your name?"

I readied my remaining gun-scythe. "Colt. Colt Remington."

"Well, my name is Fenrir Azul. I'm known as the Blue Wolf of the White Fang."

Well, kinda expected his name to be something like tha- why did he suddenly growl like a wolf?

"Now let me show you why."

He dropped his knives as his nails suddenly became claws. His teeth began to sharpen like that of a wolf, and his eyes turned feral….

Oh dear god, he just went discount werewolf on me.

I think I might have bit off more than I can chew.

"Er…can we talk about thi-?"

"ROAR!"

"Oh shi-!"

Fenrir charged at me with speed so fast, I wasn't able to bring up my gun-scythe in time.

CRASH!

And he apparently slammed into me with enough force to crash us both through the window of my two story house….

This was gonna hurt.

THUMP!

"Agh!"

Yup! Hurt! Hurt everywhere!

I would have thrashed about a bit more…had Fenrir not suddenly pounced me a-.

CHOMP!

OH MY FUCKING GOD! HE BIT ME!

I screamed in pain as his teeth sank into my shoulder. He thrashed about trying to take a chunk of flesh off me. I quickly grabbed my gun-scythe and smacked his head with it three times before he finally let go of me.

I hissed as I grabbed my shoulder.

Jesus, there's a literal bite mark on me!

"The hell's wrong with you?!"

Fenrir simply licked his lips and grinned ferociously. With a howl, he made to pounce on me aga-.

"LEAVE MY DADDY ALONE!"

Oh god no.

We both turned to find Violet there, holding the other gun-scythe I had dropped earlier.

Fenrir cackled. "HAH! You think you can use that on me, child? You can barely lift it!"

It was true. Violet was having a hard time keeping it steady.

"Violet!" I shouted. "Drop the gun and get away from here!

She started to shake. "N-No! I w-won't let the bad man hurt you, daddy!"

Fenrir laughed again. "Aw~, isn't that sweet! Just like a father and daughter."

He turned to me with a malicious grin. "Perhaps the big bad wolf should gobble the little rabbit down, such is the way of predator and prey!"

I staggered to my feet. "You're gonna have to get through me, first!"

"…Those terms are acceptable!"

Fenrir pounce me again, but I was ready this time. I swung the side of MM at him and knocked him to the floor. Before he could get up, I jumped on him and continueally slammed the gun onto his head. He fought back, clawing at my body and face and wow those stung!

If my Aura doesn't heal those when it returns, I might be sporting a few scars.

And I heard that the ladies dig the scars….

Goddamn it, off topic!

While it was hard to ignore the claw attacks, I was able to repeatedly strike his head with the side of MM.

Unfortunately, he decided to stop with the claws and actually grab my armed hand and lean up towards me and-.

CHOMP!

SONE OF A FUCKING FUCK! NOT AGAIN!

He bit me in the same shoulder as before, and I screamed in pain.

Alright, screw this!

I aimed MM right at this motherfucker's knee joint-.

BANG!

And blew his knee out.

"ARGH!"

He stumbled to the floor in pain, but I didn't let up. I stood and stomped on his blown out knee, making him scream even more. I grabbed him by the hair and shirt and threw the asshole right into the shed that happened to be nearby.

He crashed through the door and slammed into the wall. He groaned, but was silenced by several items that ranged from farm tools to miscellaneous items falling and hitting his head.

The seventh item (which for some reason was a small anchor) knocked him out. If this was a cartoon, there'd be a small bump forming on his head.

I panted and held my injured shoulder. I stumbled towards Violet, who stood there still shaking.

"Violet?"

She jumped a bit and oh thank god her finger wasn't on the trigger.

I held out my hand. "Give me the gun-scythe."

She nodded shakily and handed me Lucky.

I holstered it and MM and knelt down to her level.

"Violet…I told you to run."

She looked down. "I-I know, it's just…I already lost one daddy."

Oh god.

"And I lost Granpda Cole…I don't want to lose you, too."

My god, she knows how to tug at one's heartstrings.

"Come here."

I wrapped her in a hug, one she gladly reciprocated.

"I'm not going anywhere…understand?"

She nodded, burying her face in my chest. I smiled and patted her between the ears….

Why do I hear sniffling?

I looked up to find Vert and Winter standing there, watching the two of us.

"…Is one of you crying?"

Vert immediately pointed to Winter, who squawked in indignation.

"I-I was not!"

She turned her head to hide her face. I think she was blushing, too. Though that could've been my imagination.

I sigh and stand up. "Well…that takes care of the White Fang."

Vert nodded. "Yup."

Winter, having calmed herself, strolled towards me.

"I…I'm sorry I brought this trouble here."

I smiled. "Eh, it's not your fault. The White Fang are just idiots."

Vert scoffed. "Understatement of the year."

He gestured to the village. "Now…I think we need to get your wounds looked at."

Oh right. The claw marks and the bites and OH MY GOD THEY STILL HURT!


While I was being tended to at Doc's, the militia threw the captured White Fang in jail at the sheriff's and had to chain up Fenrir. I winced when I heard that last part cause that was pretty much gonna vindicate him about how the humans treat the Faunus like animals….

Not that I was gonna do anything about it. HE BIT ME GODDAMN IT! I'm staying the hell away from that lunatic!

With Doc's treatment and my Aura returning, the bite mark wasn't as bad as it was before. As for the claw marks…well, let's just say I got some scars now.

Chicks dig the scars, if I heard correctly.

I stepped out of Doc's and found Winter and Violet waiting for me. The latter immediately wrapped me in a hug. I chuckled and pat her head.

I looked up to Winter. "So…when's Atlas gonna pick you up and the White Fang we captured?"

Winter sighed. "There was an emergency that came up and took priority. They won't be here till tomorrow."

Goddamn military issues.

I sigh. "Well…the inn should have a room left vacant, so you can-."

"You can stay with us!" Violet exclaimed.

WHAT?!

"We have a guest bedroom for when stuff like this happens," she informed Winter. "You could stay there for the night!"

Winter gave a small smile. "That's…rather kind of you, but I think the inn will be just fine."

"Please~!"

Well shit, Violet's using the pout on Winter….

And it was super effective! If Winter flinching was anything to go by.

"Er…well, if it's alright with your father?"

Violet turned her pout on me next.

…Damn it, that pout is powerful!

I sigh. "Yes, it's alright."

"YAY!"

Violet jumped in joy.

We both chuckled at her.

"Violet," I said. "Why don't you head back to the house? I'm gonna talk to Winter for a bit."

"Okay, daddy!"

Violet began skipping back to the house….

"Have fun with the pretty lady, daddy!"

I brought out The Claw.

"EEP!"

Violet sped towards the house.

I smirked. Works every time.

I turned to Winter. "So…uh…."

She raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

Goddamn it, why is this so hard? It's because she's a beautiful woman, that's why.

"Er…I was wondering…if you wouldn't mind me…buying you a drink?"

Oh dear god, I can't believe I was able to do that.

Winter hummed. "…I shouldn't really consume any alcoholic beverages since I'll be picked up tomorrow."

…Made sense, but I wasn't about to give up on this.

"Come on," I drawled. "Just one drink is all. What's the worst that could happen?"

She gave me a deadpan stare.

"Yeah, probably shouldn't have said that," I admitted. "Still…come on. Indulge me a little, huh?"

She humphed with a smile. "Very well…I suppose I can indulge you in your offer."

Oh sweet heavenly whatever deity is watching me, thank you!

"Just one, however," Winter stated. "And that's it."

I nod. "Right. One drink only."


(Several drinks later)

"And the White Fang think they can just attack me and get away with it but they c-can't and w-won't and I'll s-see to it that they rot in prison for the rest of their lives."

I nod wearily and take another sip of my Valean "Root Beer".

"They attack me because of my father who is an asshat who should take a class in proper parenting and should learn to be a better father and be nicer to the Faunus because they've done nothing wrong and this drink is wonderful, so can I have another?"

A drunk Winter is a funny Winter.

Beef shook his head. "Nah, I think you've had enough."

Winter glared…well, as much as she could while drunk, which was impressively quite a bit.

"I-I'm a S-Specialist in the A-Atel ass military-."

I choked on my drink as I snorted in laughter.

"-and I c-can handle another d-drink because I am a S-Specialist which m-means I am the besht of the besht."

Actually, I'm pretty sure the best of the best in the Atlas Military is Ironwood himself. I didn't say this out loud, of course.

Beef shook his head. "Nope, you've had enough."

He turned to me. "Same goes for you."

I would've argued with him…but everything was blurry, so I think he was right.

I grunted and pulled out some Lien and tossed it on the counter.

"K-Keep the change."

I shook Winter's shoulder. "C-Come on, we should go."

Winter glared lazily at me. "I c-can handle another."

No she can't….

Screw it.

I grab her and throw her over my shoulder.

"H-How dare yu," she groaned. "D-Do you not know w-who I am?"

"Y-You're a drunk p-pretty lady who needs to s-sleep."

She groaned again.

I made my way towards my house.


I had a sense of déjà vu as I stumbled up the stairs with a drunk Winter over my shoulder.

I peeked into Violet's room to find her asleep.

Good.

I turned and went into the guest bedroom….

At least, I thought it was.

"Whoopsh. My room, not the gueshtsh."

Winter moaned. "Don't care…sleep~."

I was drunk, so of course I simply shrugged and gently placed Winter on my bed….

Though I wasn't drunk enough for common sense to completely leave me.

"I shleep in guesht room. Sleep tight."

I turn to leave-.

"No~."

I was suddenly grabbed and pulled onto the bed, Winter holding on to me as though I were a stuffed teddy bear.

W-Winter, I-."

"Sssssssshhhhhh," she shushed. "Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep."

I…didn't really have a response for that.

Plus…when would I ever have this opportunity again?

So, I simply stayed quiet and let her hold me.

It was a few seconds later when sleep took me.


(Morning)

Oh god, my head…again.

Déjà vu sure was a bitch.

I groaned, yet it seemed muffled for some reason.

Odd…maybe it was because of the pillows I was pressed against-, wait.

Pillows…as in plural?

But I only had one.

I groggily opened my eyes to figure out what was wrong….

Then realized absolutely nothing was wrong. Everything was right in the world.

I don't know how, but my face was currently being pressed against Winter's breasts, and her arms are currently wrapped around my head, keeping me there.

Well, if I ever made a bucket list, I wouldn't have to add motorboating Winter Schnee to it.

Still, as much as I would enjoy staying within man's hopes and dreams, I needed to get out of this predicament before she woke up.

I did not want to be castrated, thank you very much.

I slowly moved my arms to grab her own and tried to pry them off.

Winter moaned and held tighter.

Wonderful.

Okay, time for a new strategy.

I poked her stomach.

No reaction.

I poked it again.

I heard a moan.

Okay…gotta be careful on this one.

I poked her twice this time, and a whine was hear before she shifted slightly...

I stepped it up a notch and poked her three times.

This got her to whine again and shift, only more like where she turned her entire body, letting me go in the process, to get away from whatever was bothering her.

I quickly sat up, then immediately regretted it as the hangover was killer.

I groaned and rubbed my head. I looked back to find Winter's back to me. I slowly stood up and stalked towards the window. I looked out….

Huh, the Atlas military showed up at the village entrance.

Guess it's time for Winter to leave…that weird sad feeling in me is probably nothing.

I turned around and went back to Winter.

I shook her shoulder. "Winter, time to get up."

A groan escaped her lips.

"Your ride's here."

She groaned again, but didn't get up.

"Oh my, it's General Ironwood!"

Winter immediately sat up and saluted. "General Ironwood, si- oh Oum, my head!"

The Specialist rubbed her head as I chuckled.

"Yeah, I know how you're feeling."

She glared at me. "…I had said only one drink."

I shrugged. "Not my fault you wanted another."

She growled and rubbed her eyes.

"Anyway, looks like your ride's here."

She slowly sat up form bed to look out the window.

"It appears so."

She turned to me with a smirk. "Walk me over there?"

I grinned. "Of course."


Winter, Violet and I watched as the White Fang from yesterday were being loaded on a Bullhead meant for them.

I saw Fenrir struggle with his bonds. "Just you wait, Colt! I'll escape and come back for you. And your little rabbit, too!"

Who does he think he is? The Wicked Witch of the West?

Still, I wasn't about to take his threat lightly.

"Don't worry," Winter said. "They'll be in prison for a long time."

I scowled for a bit. "They better be."

Winter frowned a bit. "…By the way, sorry for taking your bed last night."

I shrugged. "It's alright."

Considering what happened this morning (even if she doesn't know about it), we're more than even for that.

Winter smiled…which was quite stunning, really.

"I thank you for choosing to aid me."

"Think nothing of it. I know you could've handled it yourself, but I'm not the kind of guy to leave a person hanging."

Winter let out a small giggle. "So it would seem…as I said, you are a very interesting man, Colt."

I felt my cheeks burning again.

"R-Right."

She held out her hand to me. "I hope we can meet again someday."

I smiled. "Yeah…maybe."

I took her hand in my own, and I could've sworn there was some form of electricity there like from yesterday. It wasn't static electricity, that's for sure.

Eh, probably nothing.

Winter smiled…then gave me a stern glare.

"You still destroyed Atlas military property."

Oh, for God's sake!

"Are you still on about that?!"

"Yes."

"It wouldn't have been destroyed had you just called it off! I was defending myself!"

"You still did it."

"…If you expect me to pay for it, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed to know I can't."

"I know."

Once again, it's almost like she was gonna smirk.

"It's simply fun to hold it over your head like this."

I give her a deadpan stare…then sighed.

"Whatever."

I suddenly got bold and held up her hand to give it a quick kiss.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Schnee," I say with mock politeness.

I think Winter was trying to not laugh, if the trembling of her tantalizing lips is anything to go by. I think she might've had a light blush on her face as well, but I couldn't tell since she gave me a mock bow.

"And it was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Remington."

She stood up and smiled down at Violet. "You too, Violet."

My daughter waved her hand. "By pretty lady!"

With a final smile and nod to the both of us, Winter boarded the transport meant for her.

Before the ramp lifted and closed, I saw Winter turn her head back to me and smile.

Her smile really was beautiful.

Violet sighed. "Another pretty lady gone, daddy. Stop missing out!"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah."

"Don't 'yeah, yeah' me, mister! You're always lonely and-."

I brought out The Claw.

"EEP!"

Violet sped back to the house.

I'll admit, maybe she was right this time, but what was I supposed to do?

She's a Specialist in the Atlas Military.

I'm a simple farmer outside the Kingdom of Vale.

It probably wouldn't have worked anyway….

Still…one can dream, can't he?

With a sigh, I walked back to my house.


A/N: And so end's my second year.

We lost someone special to me and Violet. Cole Barton, or Old Man Barton as he is known.

A moment of silence for his passing.

...

...

...

...

...

Okay. Rest in peace, gramps.

Of course, that's not the only thing that happened. I got to meet Winter Schnee!

Am I planning to pair myself with her? Maybe. Maybe not. Pairing's still up in the air. Though I wonder if this chapter might be a bit too convincing? Cause this could easily be one of those times where the guy really likes this one girl yet he falls for another...

Eh, who knows?

Still...that's quite the way to meet her. And I got to fight an Atlesian Knight-130...and won! Not to mention fight that Fenrir guy, who bit my shoulder and gave me some claw marks mind you.

Good thing chicks did the scars, or so I've heard.

Does this mean I'm strong enough to stand among the students of Beacon...?

No.

Despite this being the older model, Blake (not mentioning Adam cause he's OP as fuck) took out several of these with ease in her trailer. And the newer models didn't fair any better in Volume 3 against Weiss and the others.

As for Fenrir...I got lucky, and it's not like he's one of the best in the White Fang, despite being referred to as the Blue Wolf of the White Fang.

Maybe when canon shows up, I'll be strong enough. Maybe not. Just have to wait and see.

Still no Semblance either...

Yet.

Next chapter, I meet Team CFVY! No one has been able to guess how I plan on meeting them, yet. Though, I'm sure you all will be able to figure it out.

Oh the drama that will occur when I meet Velvet when I have her little sister as my adopted daughter.

After that, the three years will be done and we'll officially be in canon, where I'll have to make a choice.

But that's for later.

If you enjoyed reading this, be sure to follow and fav. Leave a review to tell me what you thought.

See you in the next update.

LATERS!