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The number two remained seated on a stone pillar, his thoughts far off as he meditated. The area around him served to give memories to the once disjointed images within his mind.

At the bottom of the pillar, near the base, a carving withered away by the elements. The stench of tobacco neared as a blade was pulled out of its sheath. NinjaNinja squatted down and began to refine the carving with a hum.

"I who have no brothers, look with some envy at those who are each others keepers..." The elderly ninja looked above at the top of the pillar, to the No. 2. Adam simply opened his eyes and breathed. NinjaNinja stood up, admiring the carving and what it meant to his master; a flower blooming beneath the arcs of sunlight.

"Brothers don't let each other stumble alone in the dark."

Takimoto waited patiently for the No. 1 just outside of Beacon. He had an idea of what was going to happen now, although he still had one question; why were they leaving the school? And what purpose does it serve, if any? Takimoto might have been connected to the No. 1 headband, but vague ideas of what the holder wanted was all he could get from it.

"Takimoto." The short mans attention was grabbed by the blonde samurai/knight walking down the steps of the school. "Ready to go?" The man nodded, hopping down from his seat, and throwing his longsword over his shoulder.

"You know I gotta ask, why?" The No. 1 continued to walk, his face stoic and shoulder squared. Others glanced at him and saw someone confident or casual, but Takimoto could see the sad anger in his eyes. With one shaky sigh, the blonde let his stoic face slip, and said one name;

"Ruby..."

Cinder sat at the long table next to Salem. They weren't alone as Cinder's small group sat with them, joined shortly by Hazel and Watts, both of which had indifferent and annoyed looks on their faces.

Tyrian was nowhere to be found, but Cinder couldn't decide wether that was a good or bad thing. Salem looked over at her, red eyes piercing her soul, and shaking her out of her irritated stupor.

"Now then, I would like to know, Cinder, why you are so determined to claim one of the headbands, when I told you to stay away from them." There was no mistaking it, although she sounded calm, there was an edge to her voice that sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"Cinder. I'm waiting." Cinder steeled herself, the irritation finally getting to her.

"We could use them! We could take them now and use their power to level armies, destroy cities, anything! Why are you so adamant that we stay away!?" Cinder's eyes flared with anger and irritation. "We are within reach of the most powerful items in existence, and yet you refuse to let us take them! Why!?"

The room was silent. Cinder's outburst was a surprise, especially to Hazel and Watts; Salem would use anything that could give her an advantage over Ozpin, yet she never once considered the headbands.

Salem rested her chin on her hands, locking eyes with her subordinate. "You have no idea what kind of power those headbands hold, Cinder. The ammount of power that could lever terrains, split oceans in half, and shatter the moon.

"Tyrian was once like us; civil, tame. He was a greater man than any of you in this room. His strength would have put Hazel to shame, and his intellect would have made Watts seem ad if he was an amateur trying to be great." Everyone in the room was taken aback by how she spoke of him, although they found that hard to believe.

"However, he was still ambitious. Too ambitious. When the Afro samurai appeared in this world, the skies were painted red. In a display of power, against both Ozpin and I, he only swung his blade once." Salem looked out one of the windows, and stared at the shattered moon in the sky. Realization slowly dawned on everyone, and they listened a little more closely.

"The headband he wore is what gave him such power, but it wasn't the only one; dozens more fell from the sky, and a war was waged within huntSmen, assassins, and once noble warriors. Only one, however, had enough power to match the samurai; the number 2 headband.

"Although it's power was nearly equal to that of the number 1, it put a target on your back. Nobody wearing it was safe. You were a corpse, even before you put that headband on. But not just anyone could wear it.

"As I said, Tyrian was too ambitious, and it caused a great deal of damage to both him and I. He found the No. 2 headband on one of his travels, and attempted to overthrow me with it... I owe a great dept to the samurai for stopping him..." She looked up once again, this time digging her eyes into Cinder's soul. "So unless you plan to end up just like Tyrian, you will stay away from those headbands. You, nor anyone in this room is capable of wearing either headbands. That is final!"

Cinder nodded quickly, now more fearful of Adam than before. But a thought came to mind.

"Burn them..." A look of determination came to her face. "We must burn them."

Ozpin went through his options. Pyrrha Nikos was off limits, as he risked being permanently put down by the blonde team leader. There was, however, an alternative, one he didn't like in the least.

"Ms. Goodwitch, call Ruby Rose to my office, please." Desperate times call for desperate measures.