Something a bit different this time. I didn't plan on writing today, but this came into my head and I just had to get it down.

Little bit dark, little bit fluffy, little bit funny, little bit screwed up... you decide.

So, I found this notebook here lying on the floor of our room. Pretty sure its Belladonna's, but she doesn't seem to be using it. Haven't written anything in a while, but today is different. Today is that day.

You probably don't remember why it's important, but that's why I'm writing this in the first place. When you finally find this, you'll remember.

Or not, knowing how you can be.

Anyways, I know what it's like to grow up and be rejected. My case was a bit different than others though. I knew that the entire world hated our race, but there was something else about me I feared would keep me down. It took a while before my family found out about it, but when they did it wasn't pretty.

It was when my pops started whipping me with his belt that I learned I had a strange desire for sadomasochism. Only when he realized that I was blatantly insinuating my sexuality on purpose for more beatings did he kick me out onto the streets. Called me a monster, a freak…

He wasn't wrong about that, honestly. I mean, who gets off from punishment given to them by their own dad? Pretty messed up, am I right?

Either way, I started doing odd jobs after that. Started hanging out around gyms to watch the bodybuilders. That inspired me to start jacking up myself, hoping they might invite me to one of their "special clubs".

Turned out those weren't the kinds of stripper clubs I thought they were. By God they had women in there! Not ragging on those girls; takes a pretty strong body to use those poles. But nothing beats a pair of bouncing pecs if you ask me.

Soon enough they got rid of me too. Said I was weighing them down with my lack of heterosexuality and steroid use (I knew Heracles was shooting needles into his fine ass in the bathroom!).

I tried going to the women's gym after that. Figured they'd be going to the fun places, and I'd have others with similar interests to talk with. They'd appreciate the finer parts of male anatomy, I told myself. What could go wrong?

One step in that building and I was pepper sprayed to Hell and back. Turns out they were a bunch of stuck-up rich bitches who thought I was going to diddle them or their kids.

That was one of the prices to pay for being a Faunus. Most people still don't understand that we're just like everyone else, minus the animal features. We're not complete monsters. It's those kind of people that drove us to violence. There was no other way to get our point across.

I'm surprised I still got that job mining dust crystals out in the mountains with me being a Faunus and all. By the time those miners met me wandering those caves I was pretty beefed up from living on my own out there fighting Grimm off with my bare hands. They were pretty impressed with my Ursa skin cloak; less impressed when they realized it was all I was wearing.

Of course, they never treated me as truly equal. I was just some hired muscle willing to do whatever it took for food and shelter. Those men just sat back as I did their dirty work and fought off any Grimm that came into the workspace. The boss in particular wasn't too fond of Faunus, and would at times hold back my portion of the daily meal because of that.

"Animals don't always require payment for their labor," he said.

I hated that man so much. Started making me hate the word Schnee and everything associated with it. All he did for that dust company was report the work I had done for the day and sleep. Rich bastard wasn't a Schnee by name, but if he was anything to go by then I figured all Schnees were scum.

I stopped talking for a while. Nearly thought I had lost my voice a few times when I woke up and my throat was so dry I couldn't make a peep. What reason did I have to speak to any of them? Nourishment was the only reason I stayed, not to make friends. I stopped caring about watching those men work, because they had all but stopped once I had come around. They got lazy, obnoxious, greedy…

Of course I was going to snap.

I still remember that day so clearly. It was around dusk when I finally refused to do their work anymore. Let me tell you, never think it's a good idea to stand in defiance against 30 big miners. I might be a masochist, but their punches weren't the good kind of pain.

They were going to kill me that night if not for you showing up.

I had heard rumors of some organization patrolling parts of the world, seeking out justice for Faunus kind. When peace had fallen, they rose from the shadows to make their own peace through conflict. At first I thought it would never work. That was before I saw it in action.

Your men sprang from the shadows, never hesitating as they put those human pigs down. I still hear their screams, begging for mercy and apologizing to me once your men helped me to my feet. They saved the boss for last, letting him watch as your men finished the executions.

And then I saw you.

The bright red hair, the mask of a Grimm, Wilt and Blush at your side. You beat that bastard down personally for the suffering he put me through. And then you walked up to me and knelt down. I still remember the first words you said to me when you gave me this mask I wear today:

"Finish him for me."

And I did. I took that chainsaw I had used for slicing dust crystals and showed the boss how it worked, no matter how much he pleaded me not to do so. I felt reborn, re-energized. Like I was finally alive. That was three years ago, and I still feel the same way.

And it was all because of you.

You took me in and helped me become strong. I had nothing to fear anymore. You accepted me for who I was, and I love you for that. My only purpose in life now is to preserve you, to keep you safe from any kind of danger, be it from another or yourself. I just want you to feel about me the same way I do you, and I will do whatever it takes for that to happen.

Well, that's about it.

I don't know where I'm going to end up putting this paper, but I know you'll find it eventually. Hopefully by then you won't need any more hints as to how I feel about you, and hopefully you'll have given up on chasing that cat around.

I'm telling you man, she's after Sun.

Or Yang, if the whole lesbian thing turns out to be true.

Either one works for me as long as I have you.