The Creed of a Huntsman

Marcus, Team RWBY's dorm

Marcus was always one for sleep. The initiation from yesterday had really tuckered him out, and he was glad he could get a good night sleep, no nightmares, just him and the beautiful blonde brawler.

'Wait a minute, where is she' he pondered, as he heard Weiss yawn, a loud whistle, which startled him and fell off the bed. He activated his hidden blades, instincts taking over, but sheathed them quickly, when he saw Ruby jump off Weiss's bed.

"Good morning Team RWBY!" She cheerfully exclaimed.

"Dios mío, Ruby!" Marcus retorted, Ruby put a confused face on at Marcus's sudden Spanish. He really had to work on him randomly speaking other languages.

"Now that the both of you are awake, we can officially begin our first order of buissness"

"Excuse me?" Weiss's tone was a mix of annoyance and confusion. She dusted herself off.

"Decorating!" Yang chimed in.

"What?"

"We still have to unpack," Blake lifted her suitcase, which spilled all its contents. "…and clean" Weiss and Marcus had a pissed look, and Ruby blew the whistle one more time, knocking Weiss off her feet.

"Alright! Weiss, Blake, Yang, Marcus, and their fearless leader have begun their first mission, BANZAI!" She exclaimed, pumping her fist into the air.

"Banzai!" Blake and Yang added, looking at Marcus and leaning. He sighed.

"BANZAI!" He suddenly jumped on a bed, fist held high. He heard Weiss sigh. "Oh snap, I gotta take a shower" He realized, grabbing the uniform off the desk, entering the bathroom and setting the hot water up. He stripped himself of his clothes before stepping in, the water relaxing him.

'Man, I can't believe this. How long will this last though?" He pondered, scrubbing his hair. Surely, the Templars had found out an assassin was in Vale. He wondered when they would strike, try to cause him more suffering.

'What about Emilia? God knows how she must be right now…' He hoped his sister hadn't tried something drastic like killing herself. She didn't seem like that type of person, but anyone can change.

'I shouldn't dwell on that stuff. I'm here now, I'm alive, I can fight the Templars. That's something'

He turned off the shower and began to dry himself off, before throwing on his uniform. He looked at the mirror inspecting everything, the small scar on his lip standing out. He pushed some of the few loose strands of hair out of his eye, before stepping out.

"Whoa…" he looked at the room, a poster similar to that of Achievement Hunter poster back in 2013, a painting of Forever Fall, a stitched curtain, and… bunkbeds?

"My, my Mr. Garcia" Yang began, "That uniform does little to hide what guns you have under it" she licked her lips. The uniform clung to him in ALL the right places for Yang.

"Huh? I put all my guns over there" he pointed to the corner of the room, getting a facepalm from Yang, and snickers from the rest of the team. He loved messing with her. He turned to Ruby, "Say, what time do classes start?"

"9 o'clock, why?"

"Just making sure I'm not-HOLY MOTHER TRUCK IT'S 8:55!"

"What?!" Weiss began, before swinging the door open, and running down the hall, Marcus following soon, jumping over and under stuff on his way to class.

Marcus, Professor Port's classroom

"Monsters! Demons! Prowlers of the night! Yes, the creatures of Grimm have many names, but I merely refer to them as prey!'' Port laughed, met by… silence. At least he woke Ruby up. It seemed like the whole class was asleep. Marcus was trying his best to stay awake, nearly leaning his head on Yang's shoulder every once in a while.

"Uhhh… and you shall too upon graduating from this prestigious academy. Now, as I was saying…" Good god, he was boring Marcus. He went on about the Grimm mentioning Huntsman and Huntresses, clicking his tongue and winking at Yang, which caused her to awkwardly laugh and place her hand on top of Marcus's. Damn, he could feel the glares of the other boys in the class, and few of the girls too. Marcus was blushing lightly. He began talking about how they trained to protect the world from itself, followed by some dude exclaiming,"Eyyy yeah!" Marcus really wanted to give him a high five, but he figured he was too far. Port began to ramble on and on and Yang turned to Marcus.

"Thank you for going along with it" she whispered.

"Well, I'm actually quite curious as to what would happen if he kept flirting with you" Marcus cheekily responded, earning a light smack on his side.

"You're a dick" she smiled.

"I try my best"

"Despite smelling of cabbages, my grandfather was a wise man." Port continued.

'Say what now?" Marcus had to hold down a laugh. At least that was funny.

""Peter" he told me," once again, his words faded into blahs. Man, how long can this dude monologue?

'At least Shaun and I can keep a conversation!" he internally groaned. Shaun Hastings, or as Marcus called him "British crumpet extraordinaire" was known for being a bit… hard to talk to. But even Marcus could talk to him from historical events and political affairs, methods of hacking, past experiences, even simple things like the weather(Which Marcus found a bit stereotypical). Then again, he'd been on some missions with him and Rebecca. He wondered when they'd bang and get it over. He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard Ruby giggle, and she lifted her paper to show a crudely drawn Port, with stink lines coming. Ruby made a fart noise, and Marcus couldn't help but crack a smile, while Ruby and Yang silently laughed, and stopped when the professor cleared his throat.

"In the end, the beowolf was no match for my sheer tenacity. And I returned to my village with the beast in captivity and my head held high. Celebrated as a hero." He bowed, "The moral of this story? A true huntsman must be honorable."

'How the fuck is Ruby balancing a book and an apple on a pencil?! That's really impressive"

"A true huntsman must be dependable."

'And now she fell asleep?"

"A true huntsman must be strategic, well-educated and wise!"

'Ewwwwww, she really shouldn't pick her nose" Marcus looked from Ruby to Weiss, who looked like she would explode and shoot straight into the atmosphere.

"So," Port began again," who among you believes themselves to be the embodiment of these traits?" Port asked, Weiss's hand immediately shot into the air.

"I do sir!"

"Well then, let's find out then! Step forward and face your opponent!"

A/N: My god i'm a lazy ass. I have been working on this chapter for a while and it's only 1,000+ words. I had an excuse the 2nd, 8th, and 9th due to benchmarks, but other than that its just laziness. Last time I began writing this was the 17th. But I hope you have enjoyed this installment of The Creed of a Huntsman!