The Kurgan POV

My first assignment helping Salem's minions couldn't have been more boring. Instead of hunting down threats to their great plan I was given bodyguard duty to protect the nancyboy Torchwick. A girl with pink, white and brown hair name Neo shared in my misfortune, but the task did not seem as such to her. The three of us sat in the back of a van heading to a secluded location where a White Fang rally was taking place.

Even though I was working with him now I could still sense Torchwick's fear of me. I enjoyed how he composed himself to hide it. "So Kurgan," he began. "I'm curious, what's it like being immortal?"

Any person that would ask that question would expect me to give a long winded answer about moving forward through time unchanged. But that was nonsense to me. "To live eternally free of all consequences," I said with a smile. "It's how I've lived for over three thousand years, and I plan on living that way still."

My answered seemed to please Torchwick. "Never did I imagine eternal life being summed up in such a thrilling way," he said. "Makes me want to be immortal. To spend an eternity amassing wealth without any fear of who you step on to get it. To be a winner for all time."

It amused me how narrow minded Torchwick was about immortality. "That sounds like it would be fun for a while," I said humoring him. My attention turned to the girl who had been silent the entire time. "How about you Miss Neo?" I asked. "Would you use immortality that way?" Smiling Neo shook her head no, but she was unable to hide her nature from me. Behind her separate colored eyes I could see an unsated viciousness wanting to get out. "Or perhaps your immortal life involves that blade you keep hidden," I said causing her smile to disappear. "I could get behind that."

"We're here, sir," the driver said as the vehicle came to the stop.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the timing of our arrival. I could. "Well, as short as it was our conversation was enlightening," I told them. "But, should you ever find a way to live forever here's a bit of advice. One Immortal to another." I looked at them tilting my head back and showing them the scar on my throat. "Don't lose you head," I said smiling as I slid my finger across it. The look on Torchwick's face was enough to get another chuckle out of me.

Torchwick stepped out as the door opened. "I-is everything ready?" he asked the White Fang in front of him.

"Waiting for you, sir," the White Fang replied.

"Neo, Kurgan, come," Torchwick said. "Our audience awaits."

As I stepped out of the van I found Neo looking at me intently. She was telling me without words that she understood my advice. You can't live a life without consequence if you don't know how to preserve that life. Even an Immortal can die. I smiled. "Good for you," I said rubbing the top of her head as I passed her to catch up to Torchwick. I wasn't concerned of her knowing my neck was vulnerable. She can't kill me. No one can kill me.

3rd POV

Blake and Sun were amongst the dozens of Faunus present for the rally disguised with White Fang Half-masks. The room grew quiet as a fully-masked man with tattoos came forward standing in front of a large white banner with the group's emblem on its face.

"Thank you all for coming," the masked man said. "For those of you who are joining us for the first time tonight, allow me to introduce a very special comrade of ours! I can assure you, he is the key to obtaining what we have fought for for so long!"

As was expected, Torchwick came forward causing protest amongst members of the crowd. But the appearance of the Kurgan following behind him was of great concern to Blake. She watched as he positioned himself next to Torchwick as Neo moved to his other side.

"Who's the freak in the black leather?" Sun whispered.

"Kurgan," Blake whispered back.

"Wait, you know him?" Sun asked.

Blake still didn't know exactly who the Kurgan was only what he had done. "He's the Headhunter of Vale," she answered half truthfully.

"That's the Headhunter of Vale?" Sun whispered. "How do you..? What is he doing here?"

"I don't know," Blake said. "But if he's connected with Torchwick and the White Fang than thing are a lot worse than we thought."

The Kurgan's eyes scanned the room as Torchwick made his speech to the gathered Faunus. As he did he noticed Blake amongst them. He recognized her long black hair from the night he fought against (Y/N). If she was there it was to start trouble. His focus broke from a vibration in his jacket pocket. It was his Scroll notifying him of a received messaged. He pulled it out to see a text from Emerald:

Junior's Club. Not Alone.

The Kurgan smiled. By then Torchwick had finished his speech and the Faunus were lining up to join the White Fang. He walked over to Torchwick and wrapped his right arm around his neck showing him the message on his Scroll. "I need to get going," the Kurgan said. "I'm sure you understand."

"Y-yeah, sure," said Torchwick afraid that the Kurgan could snap his neck at any moment.

"By the way, you should be careful of that one," he said pointing at Blake in the crowd. "You think you can handle her?"

Torchwick saw Blake with Sun alongside her. "Yeah," he said with a smile. "I think I can."

"Then I'll leave you with that," the Kurgan replied. He began to make his way towards the exit as he came closes to Neo who stood smiling at him. "Good luck, kid," he said rubbing the top of her head as he passed by. Outside, he started typing on his Scroll responding to Emerald's text:

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Meanwhile at Junior's Club…

(Y/N) POV

Kastagir and I sat at the bar as the other patrons enjoyed themselves on the dancefloor below. I had convinced him to buy the Arthasian pieces off of Junior, and as a thank you he let the two of us have drinks on the house for the night. Since then we had been swapping stories of our lives over the past century. I was in the middle of telling the story of a mortal I had trained not so long ago.

"I can't believe you were outdrank by a mortal," Kastagir said laughing.

"It gets better," I told him after taking another sip of my drink. "The waitress brings him his fifth whiskey and he gulps the whole thing. He then grabs the waitress, dips her, and kisses her on the lips. When he brought her back up he says 'there's plenty more where that came from baby', then she knocked him out with a single punch. The next morning he wakes up with a massive hangover and the first thing he asks me is 'did I get lucky?'"

Kastagir laughed and I quickly joined him. "You've definitely had the most fun of the two of us since we last met," he said. "In all my years I never expected you to take on a mortal as a pupil."

"It was a favor for a mutual friend of ours," I replied. "Always encouraging the growth of prospective Huntsman. You know how he can be."

Kastagir nodded. "If only all our pupils could be like that."

His words saddened me. "I'm sorry about Tukson, Kastagir," I said.

Kastagir sighed. "Yeah," he said sadly. "I'm sorry too. I wish there was more I could have done for him, but he wasn't meant for our life."

"You can't blame him entirely," I said to Kastagir. "The War broke him. There's no worst time to suffer a first death. How can you expect anyone to want to fight again after a conflict like that?"

"I just didn't feel comfortable with his decision to hide," Kastagir continued. "He did manage to make it to the Gathering. He should be commended for that. So many others that should have made but didn't."

Our conversation started to make me think about both Methos and Ramirez. I wished they were here to share this time with us. "To lost friends," I said raising my glass to Kastagir.

Kastagir smiled. "To lost friends," he replied and we clicked out glasses.

Before my drink had a chance to leave my glass I felt a buzzing sensation in my head. I looked over to Kastagir to see he felt it to. "Kurgan."

Author's Note: Tak Ne renamed himself Juan Sánchez-Villalobos Ramírez later on in his life.