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Inside the headmaster's office Ozpin stood, gazing out at his beloved academy and the city below. Oftentimes he would find himself in a discussion with one of his associates after a conversation with the youth known as Wayle Tyran. Either James or Glynda, sometimes both, rarely neither.

But this time someone new dislodged himself from the shadows, having listened in on the conversation.

"So that's the kid, eh? Seems like a fun one." The slightly dishevelled man said as his countenance became clear.

His black hair was messy, with bangs falling down onto his face. He was wearing a grey dress-shirt and black pants, with a tattered red cloak originating from his neck. His eyes were a light-red colour and a cross-shaped necklace adorned his neck as well as several rings adorning his fingers.

"Qrow. I don't remember giving you permission to listen in on that conversation." The headmaster said, although there was no severity in his voice.

"Well, I did. And it didn't seem like he minded at all." The dusty old crow said nonchalantly. "Although I must say, I was surprised when he noticed me. I heard you tell that he had good sensory abilities but…"

"You needed to see them for yourself."

"Exactly." The man leaned against the desk. "So… Are you going to let him in?"

"Uncertain. While I do have faith in his personality…"

"You can't tell what he would do with that sort of information…" The man took a swig out of a flask he fished out of some pocket. "Well. At least he's ineligible."

"But if what I have been told is true he could dominate the minds of others, if he was so inclined."

"Really? And are you sure he hasn't used that power? Or, maybe more importantly, won't use that power." Qrow's eyes narrowed.

"I trust the distaste he showed towards the very notion. He would only do so if he judged it absolutely necessary."

"So you really don't think he used it when forming that organization of his?"

"Do you really believe that he needed it?"

"I get your point. That kind of conviction draws people in. And an individual like him exudes power. That power makes people follow. And with a 'noble' cause…" The black-haired man nearly spat out the word 'noble', as if he found it distasteful.

"You disagree with it?" Ozpin raised an eyebrow at the man.

"Nah. I just don't believe in 'noble causes'. Still, I guess I can't argue with his results." Qrow shrugged, the words spoken prompting a questioning glance from the older man. "I've seen his 'Army of Union'. They're certainly making good on the whole… Faunus and Humans as one deal. I'm just questioning how far he can take it."

"I see."

"But still. My largest issue with the guy is his strength. Seriously, what the fuck is up with that? He seems like he could match up against one of them easily."

"Perhaps. There is only one way to know that for certain."

"And we don't really want that, now do we?"

-Break—

He proceeded down the hallway, Latune in tow, musing about his earlier conversation with the headmaster.

Thankfully, it seemed like Ozpin would keep Beacon out of this, as long as he didn't make any grievous errors. Still, there was something that caught Wayle's attention during their conversation. Another person had been present, although Wayle let it be.

He would happily say what he said to Ozpin to all. But, that would be a bit bothersome, so he would ultimately prefer not to. The point of course being that he couldn't care less who listened in on their discussion.

The only issue Wayle had with the extra is that it is one he had never sensed before, a newcomer. Well, judging by the lack of activity in Ozpin's office even as the two moved closer indicated to Wayle that they were previously acquainted, and that it wasn't a problem.

Besides, something told Wayle that Ozpin knew how to take care of himself. The weight of the man's years was heavier than he had expected really. Ozpin was both old and experienced, and seemed to have aged well, to the point where most would question that the man was old to begin with.

But as the musing Master and his Apprentice exited into the courtyard on their way to their destination Wayle encountered something new.

It felt oh, so, similar to Weiss, but there was a subtle difference. A different… quality to the new presence. Yet it was similar enough that it actually took the Sith a bit of effort to realise that Weiss was there as well, walking side by side with this newcomer.

'Two new people in one day? Considering the influx has lessened…' He thought.

Certainly there were new people to be met every day, but the first was prominent because he sensed it in the headmaster's office, and this one was important because it was close to Weiss, in more ways than one.

Luckily it seemed that he wouldn't have to wonder about this one for too long, as the pair came into sight.

The new person was a woman, with very much the same pigmentation as Weiss, although in terms of stature and physical development she was far more progressed. Her hair was far more controlled, with most of it held up in a bun located slightly off to the left of the back of her head, although a bang of hair framed the right side of her head and partially covered her right eye, while a small strand fell just in front of her left ear.

Her clothes consisted of a white long-coat with open front and exposed shoulders and upper-arms. The coat was held together by the midriff and the neck, and a red jewel adorned the collar. She wore black gloves and a pair of grey high boots with rather high heels, grey stockings and a pair of white pants. Underneath the coat was a dark-grey/dark-blue blouse.

Wayle recognized the woman, but had no need to pull up the relevant memory, as Latune provided the answer in a hushed whisper.

"Winter Schnee…"

A high-ranking officer in the Atlesian military, it would be no surprise that Latune recognized her immediately. Furthermore, as Weiss Schnee's elder sister, it was unsurprising that they would be together.

The real question Wayle wanted to ask was, if Winter was older, then why did everyone identify Weiss as the heiress? A question he was of half a mind to ask really, though he doubted the answer would be easily forthcoming.

Weiss was the first of the two to notice them as they started heading the same way. It seemed that the two of them had had an amicable chat that would have continued had the younger of the sisters not stopped.

"Oh! Wayle! You're here?" The young Huntress-in-training asked in surprise.

"Yes. I had some business to take care of." The youth answered.

It seemed as if the realisation of who had appeared had struck Winter speechless, and she spent a good few moments trying to figure out what to do.

Wayle watched with amusement as the young woman's hands started shaking, twitching, reaching for her sword in its scabbard…

But even as her hand shot towards the handle, the strong voice of General James Ironwood reached them.

"Schnee!"

The sudden voice snapped her to attention, and she turned to address her superior.

"General, I…"

"Leave him be." The aging man said imperiously.

"But, sir…" Winter stammered in response.

"That's an order Winter!" Ironwood snapped.

"Sir!" She stood to attention.

"We'll discuss this later, on my ship." The general stated, before turning towards Wayle. "Wayle, I assume you've spoken with Ozpin?"

"Do not worry General. He will not help me either." The young lord responded smugly.

The response brought a small amount of annoyance from the man, although he wouldn't let it show.

"Still, I thank you for calling off Miss Winter. I would be most unhappy if I had to harm the elder sister of a friend." He continued, giving a happy smile as he spoke those words.

Winter alternated glancing at her sister and at the youth before her. She seemed torn on several levels. Not only that her sister was friends with Wayle Tyran, but also because he called her, Miss Winter.

Weiss in returned seemed a bit relieved, probably a bit torn at the thought of her beloved older sister and one of her only friends clashing. Although she was happy that he would call her a friend still.

"Humph. I was only looking out for a talented subordinate and this academy." Ironwood answered. "Schnee, I will leave you some time for you sister. I expect you on my ship later. And Wayle, I pray our next meeting will also remain civil."

"Of course General. Nothing would please me more. Until we meet again." Wayle responded cordially, giving a small polite bow.

Once the General had left he turned to the Schnee siblings.

"It seems that my presence disrupts Miss Winter's composure. I will leave you two alone." He said apologetically. "Weiss, tell Blake I want to see her. I will be waiting."

"O-of course Wayle. I will relay your message." The younger of the Schnee siblings responded.

And so they parted, Wayle not at all going to his originally intended destination.

-Break—

"Wayle…" The raven-haired girl spoke up as she arrived in the glade.

She had understood where he wanted her to come when Weiss had told her as she showed their room to her elder sister. The woman's reaction was… quite amusing, to say the least.

Luckily they had managed to convince the protective sister that it was perfectly fine, something that she had begrudgingly accepted. Although she still made a fuss about Weiss making sure they were safe every night.

Still, what was most important right now was the teen meditating not far from her.

In response to her soft call the youth rose.

"Blake. What took you so long? I have waited for quite some time now." The youth said with humour in his voice.

"Well, Weiss showed our room to her sister." She scratched the back of her head. "So, what's Latune doing?" She then asked, knowing full well that the petite girl was in Beacon as well, but not having seen any sign of her when she headed here.

"I told her to take some time for herself. I wanted us to be… alone."

"I see… Hey, Wayle?" The cat Faunus then asked innocently. "Did you and Amara ever… sleep together…?"

Blake wasn't sure how to interpret Wayle's reaction to the question. He suddenly became quiet and even stumbled slightly as he walked towards her.

"Why would you even…?" At first he seemed bewildered, but then his eyes narrowed. "Amara."

"Can you answer the question Wayle?" She wasn't entirely happy about his reaction…

"I am sorry Blake. The answer is yes. That did happen." He sighed deeply.

"How much of what she said is true!" She suddenly shouted, the intensity of emotion within surprising even her.

"More than I would care for, really." Wayle showed a surprising expression of regret as he said those words. "I did many things during my time with the Sith. I am not proud of most of them."

"How many…?" She asked, grabbing on to him.

"I could not bear to keep track of them…" There was a profound sadness in his voice.

"That… that doesn't… answer my question…" She couldn't stop the emotion. She couldn't stop the tears that started rolling down her cheeks.

She couldn't even tell what emotion she was feeling anymore. Was she angry? Sad? Angry that he had played with the hearts of many girls before her? Or sad that he hadn't told her?

Or was she sad that he had played with those hearts, not because he wanted to, but because it had been part of his duties? Was she angry at the man who had made Wayle do those things?

After several moments of silence words came out of her mouth. Not the words she had expected, or the words she thought she wanted to say, but rather words she didn't want to say.

"Am I not good enough?" These words left her stunned. Left him stunned. "Despite having been with several others, despite saying you love me, why haven't you tried to take our relationship there!?"

The words simply spilled forth. That hadn't been her intended topic, yet her heart had overruled her reasoning.

Several moments passed, and as she looked up into his eyes she saw nothing but shock.

Finally he answered.

"Because I truly love you. I do not want to sleep with every girl I see. I wanted something…" He searched for words. "More. Something deeper. I didn't want to rush it…"

She wasn't really sure how to interpret those words… But she understood. Deep in her heart, she understood. For him a relationship built around such interactions were superficial and shallow.

And the reason he had never been overly affectionate was simple. The teen who had never had a proper relationship had not known how to handle it.

He looked awkward as he looked up at the reddening sky.

"Maybe we should head-"He started saying, but she would have none of it.

She embraced him and sealed his lips with hers, knocking him over with the sudden motion.

She didn't feel like heading back yet…

Night hadn't even fallen…

Author's notes: And here I go again... *sigh* I barely even know what I'm doing and still think it's a good idea... Oh well. So I've finally seen Volume 3 up till the most recent episode and well... Some things were quite... unexpected... I mean, some things were really easy to predict, even if I couldn't even begin to guess everything Cinder planned to do. Also, Qrow is a really fun character. I hope you don't feel I butchered him, or Winter, too badly.

I hope you enjoyed and that you have a nice day.