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Change of Plans
Fox walked through the cemetery in silence, stopping as he finally reached the one he was looking for and kneeling, placing the bouquet in front of it and staring at it. Beside him, Blake remained silent for several minutes as he prayed.
"So, whose grave is it?" Blake asked.
"Hope Summers," Fox said. "In one of my lives, she was my first love. But I died young, so once I had regenerated and become a serial killer, she was only a couple decades older. She tried to save me, and I killed her for it. A little while later, Ozpin managed to save me instead, but I never apologized to Hope. I never remembered having a real need to."
"So, should I be concerned by the fact that you remember some of your old girlfriends now?" Blake asked.
Fox chuckled. "No. I'm in love with you, Blake. Nothing will change that."
Blake nodded and Fox stood, slipping his hand into hers as they headed back toward the school. "So, since Ironwood never picked us up, and we've been resting for two weeks, when are we leaving?"
"That's up to Qrow and Ozpin," Fox said. "But I highly doubt we'll be waiting more than another day."
Blake nodded and fell silent as they walked along. After a bit, Fox glanced at her, seeing she was blushing slightly.
"What?" Fox asked.
Blake glanced at him before taking a breath. "So, I've been meaning to ask you something for a while. Um...Are you...I mean...have you...ever..."
Fox chuckled. "In this life, no, I haven't. In past lives, yes. Some of them, at least."
"Not all?" Blake asked.
"Well, I died as an infant once," Fox said. "At least, I think I did. Might have been a toddler. Those memories are...fuzzy. And then sometimes I had other concerns. Sometimes I spent the entire time waiting for one person. Sometimes I just never cared."
Blake nodded. After a few more minutes, Fox pushed the door to the school open and found the others all walking into the entry hall with bags of luggage. Fox raised an eyebrow.
"Penny called," Ruby said. "She said that General Ironwood can't fly here due to problems in Atlas."
"Why does that not surprise me?" Fox asked. "So, what, everyone's going?"
"Actually, we're heading back to Menagerie, at least for the time being," Ghira said.
"And I'm heading back to Vacuo with the rest of my team," Sun said.
"I suppose we should pack then," Fox said.
"Already done!" Ruby said, holding up a black and white suitcase.
Fox stared at her before taking the white one and setting it down, opening it and scanning through it. "Who packed this?"
"I did," Jaune said. "Did I miss anything?"
"Well, no," Fox said. "Buuut..." he held up a red thong using a pair of tweezers. "This is most definitely not mine."
Jaune groaned, resting his face in his hand as everyone laughed.
"Well, I gotta say Jaune," Fox smirked. "Props for having the balls to use my bed, but next time, try not to hide her underwear in someone else's clothes." He flicked the underwear at Jaune, caught it, blushing as red as the thong. Fox closed his suitcase again and folded his arm over his shoulder, the suitcase behind him. "Shall we?"
Everyone decided not to humiliate Jaune any further so they all left, heading to the train station. As they walked, Fox dropped back beside Pyrrha, whose face lit up cherry red instantly.
"So, my bed, huh?" Fox asked.
"Please don't," Pyrrha said.
"Why mine?" Fox asked. "I gotta know. Was it just spur of the moment?"
Pyrrha's face darkened. Fox's grin widened.
"Oh my God," Fox grinned. "You didn't. Tell me you didn't use everyone's bed."
Pyrrha's face darkened still.
"Damn Pyrrha," Fox laughed. "I had no idea you were into something like that. Jaune's going to burn out in a week if you keep that up."
"Please stop," Pyrrha said. "I will fight you."
Fox laughed. "I'm just giving you a hard time. Out of curiosity, though, when did you?"
Pyrrha slashed at him but Fox danced out of the way, grinning from ear to ear and catching back up to Blake.
"You shouldn't antagonize Pyrrha," Blake said. "She'll fight you."
"Oh I know," Fox said. "But this is just too much fun to pass up. It's like free blackmail."
Blake sighed. "I would actually rather forget someone did that in our bed and we still slept there."
Fox fell silent for a moment. "You just had to bring that up."
Blake smirked and they all fell silent for a while before reaching the train station. Team JNPR, Weiss, Yang, and Oscar all headed over to the waiting area together, Ruby dashed off to find something or other, Wulfe and Ava left to get a bite to eat before they left, and Qrow went to mail a letter to Ironwood. As Fox was walking toward the waiting area, Blake stopped. He turned, seeing her family waiting by the door.
"I'll see you over there," Fox said, kissing her before walking away.
He walked to the waiting area to find a pair of men, one with a spiked pauldron and a spiked club, and the other with a sniper rifle, talking about defending the others car better than the rest for a "generous tip." Fox laughed, strolling over with his hands behind his head, the others all looking at him.
"So, you guys are, what, official huntsmen?" Fox asked.
"That's right," the one with the club said.
"Out of where?" Fox asked.
"Vacuo," the sniper said.
"Oh I see," Fox nodded. "So, a generous tip, right?"
"That's right," the sniper smiled. "I'm glad you've got some sense. It'd be a shame if a grimm were to hurt one of your very attractive friends."
"Mhm, sense, right," Fox said. "Well, I'll give you a couple of tips. Firstly, one of you two outstanding gentlemen left the staff door to the caboose open."
The two turned before the one with the club glared at the other.
"I didn't do it," the sniper said.
"For another tip," Fox said, both of them turning back to him. "I can tell by looking at the two of you that you've probably never fought a grimm in your entire lives, which means that your status as huntsmen is most likely complete bullshit. And if it's not, you're definitely the most clueless huntsmen I've ever met. Hell, I know trainees in their first year that have more sense than you. Including one who cheated his way in using faked documents."
Jaune coughed into his hand.
"You can't talk to us like that kid!" the one with the club said. "You're talking to-"
"Official huntsmen," Qrow interrupted, holding up his scroll with his ID card. "Right. Listen, how about you buzz off before this kid mops up the floor with you both barehanded."
Both stared at him, then at Fox, who grinned and raised a hand, finger-waving. Then, both turned, grumbling to each other as they walked back to the caboose and closed the staff door before going to shake down more passengers. Fox's smile melted away instantly.
"I totally should have beaten the shit out of them," Fox said.
"When did you get so violent?" Yang asked.
"It's like a bleeding effect from some of my less pleasant past lives' memories," Fox said. "Say, Ozpin, just how many have I lived?"
"He says he thinks it's somewhere around a thousand," Oscar said. "But he's only been around for about three or four hundred."
"Jesus," Yang said. "You're both ancient!"
"You have no idea," Fox sighed. "Thousands of lives, and I still haven't figured out how to control my regeneration."
"Probably for the best," Qrow said. "Living as an eternal young adult would be worse than your current circumstances after about the first lifetime."
"True," Fox said. "Anyway, anyone know where Ava and Wulfe disappeared to?"
"I think they wanted to get something to eat," Jaune said.
"Oh really?" Fox grinned. "Maybe they'll finally work things out."
"You really don't understand women do you?" Weiss asked.
"Why?" Fox asked.
"Nevermind," Weiss said.
"Okay," Fox shrugged. "By the way, Jaune, where'd you get the fancy armor and the gold highlights for your sword and shield?"
"We found an armor shop that was willing to customize some of our gear in exchange for us taking out a Geist," Jaune said.
Fox nodded. "I like it. And Weiss, what happened to your eye?"
Weiss held a hand to the scar running down through her left eye, fortunately not damaging her eye itself, before sighing. "My family has a lot of...trials, that they forced me to undertake. One of them involved fighting something more dangerous than I expected."
"Do I even want to know what?" Fox asked.
"It doesn't matter," Weiss said. "It's gone now."
Fox nodded. "Fair enough."
Just then, Ava and Wulfe walked over, Wulfe with his teeth clenched and his thumbs circling the claw release on his gauntlets.
"You okay?" Fox asked.
"I'm great," Wulfe growled. "Never better."
Fox looked to Ava and raised an eyebrow and she shook her head.
"There was a racist at the restaurant," Ava said. "It's settled now."
Fox swallowed hard, eyes subconsciously flashing toward his tail and back as his ears lay down. "Right. Racists. Joy."
"You okay?" Blake asked, stepping up beside him.
"Yeah," Fox said, ears standing back up. "Just anxious to be out of here."
Blake nodded, slipping her hand into his. Then, they all picked up their luggage as their train was announced.
Leave a review. I'm extending the train fight because it had so much more potential than that. Plus I like to have fun.
I'm accepting applications for any OCs to have either cameo or maybe join the group for a while, depending on how detailed the description of them and how the story progresses. Don't forget, Fox's team still has an open spot. I'll keep the best one as a replacement. Oh, also, any original Grimm you want to appear in the story, feel free to leave that in a review as well.