Hey, it's me Darkslash here with another chapter! I thank you guys for your support, and hope you see my story till the end!

-Thinking-

-Talking-

~Multiple Thinking~

Multiple Talking

Juan's View

Wait, they seriously wanted me to know about the Maidens? I mean, sure, I wasn't going to do anything bad with the information; though others could have had more sinister intentions. I relax the muscles I purposely tensed, and tried to reply like I was clueless.

-Well, now that you mention stories; my favorite is the story about the maidens. I don't know about you, but the idea that four beautiful women help you in a time of need does sort of appeal to me.-(Juan)

When I said maidens, they seemed to tense up. When they heard the reason, Ozpin smirked while Ms. Goodwitch gave me a glare.

-What, don't tell me you wouldn't like for four young handsome men to lend you a shoulder to cry on? You know you want it. Just imagine them close to you, all different yes, but just as alluring as the last, their words and skin like silk as they… - (Juan)

-MR. SCARLENTINA!-(Ms. Goodwitch)

While her glare did become much more profound, her faint blush ruined its effect. Meanwhile, Ozpin gave a small chuckle, and decided to retake the reign of the conversation.

-What if I told you that it's no fairytale, that the story is actually real? That there really was four maidens and a hermit?-(Ozpin)

I just laughed it off to keep up appearance. After a few seconds, I saw they weren't laughing, and took that as the queue to stop laughing.

-Wait, you're serious? - (Juan)

-Yes, indeed it's as real as me and you. - (Ozpin)

- Are there any other fairy tales that are real? - (Juan)

-While I do not know, it's safe to assume that if one exists, than many more may as well be real. However, what I want to talk to you about is their lineage. - (Ozpin)

-Lineage? Does that mean that their daughters got their powers? That means there's a whole tribe of maiden's right?!- (Juan)

-Not exactly. When Ozpin said lineage, he meant their selected heir. When a maiden is on their deathbed, the last woman they have in mind becomes the next maiden. When this happens, the newly appointed maiden not only receives the power, but also the instructions on how to use the powers and any new techniques developed down the line. - (Ms. Goodwitch)

-When you said last woman, does it really mean last woman, or their most trusted woman? - (Juan)

-Sadly, it really means last woman. This means that on the off chance they are killed by a female assailant, they would inadvertently give their powers to their killer. This is why they need to be protected, to prevent the powers to fall onto the wrong hands. - (Ozpin)

-Well, that sucks. - (Juan)

-Indeed. - (Ozpin)

-Well, hate to break it to you, but I don't see how I would be of any use. I don't have that much strength, speed, skill, or intelligence to join your group of vigilantism. I'm not even a girl. I would understand if you would have extended the offer when I graduated, but not now. What could I possibly offer to you guys? - (Juan)

-First of all, your semblance. - (Qrow)

I turned around to see Qrow come in the room with a flask at hand and a slight blush on his face, showing he was drunk. His sloppy smirk on his face may have been inviting, but his eyes were cold as he faced me. I began to sweat.

-Qrow? You're a part of this?-(Juan)

-Yes, I am, but that's beside the point.-(Ozpin)

-So what about my semblance? - (Juan)

-Yes your semblance. From what Ozpin has gathered, your semblance lets you donate aura in an almost wasteful manner; So much, in fact that the normal limitations, set by aura cost, are no longer a hindrance. However, the part he doesn't know was that it can change the very base of the semblances. - (Qrow)

~It changes semblances!?~

Ozpin and Ms. Goodwitch were shocked at this revelation.

-Mr. Scarlentina, you better explain everything. Even the smallest detail could help save a life of a maiden. - (Ms. Goodwitch)

I just huffed. This was going to be a long night.

Next Morning

Juan woke up to an alarm he had place in his scroll. His mind was drowsy from last night, having stayed up 'till five o' clock in the morning. When he came back, he placed his alarm to 8:30, and slept like a log. While he was used to running off little sleep, his performance at anything would drop slightly. That was one of the ways his family had found out about him staying up late at night. What they didn't know was that he was staying up to finish writing novels from his past life. He had decided to write the some of the more popular videogames and anime into books, which not surprisingly gave him a small amassed fortune. He went to the public bathroom in his floor with a bar of soap, towel, toothbrush, toothpaste, and a change of clothes. As he walked in, he didn't notice Cardin and his group leaving the bathroom. Cardin, being a jerk, decided to sneak back in when Juan was taking a bath, taking his cloths just outside his stall, and ran.

Juan, meanwhile, was blissfully unaware of the situation which had just transpired outside. As he finished drying himself off with his towel in the stall, he reached out to find they had taken his cloths. He decided to go back to his room, wrapping his towel around his waist. Just as he was about to leave the bathroom, an air horn blew really loudly inside one of the rooms. While the horn wasn't the problem, the people leaving the rooms were. More and more people came out their room and noticed Juan in just a towel.

The whole hall was quiet as they saw Juan walk across the hall, completely naked except for a small towel, with one of the best poker faces they had ever seen. No blush or twitch was even present in his face as both males and females just stared at him, making the 30 second stroll seem like an hour. Some of them didn't even register Cardin filming Juan in his scroll until Juan entered the room.

Juan just entered his room and shut the door, making it seem to everyone outside that the whole fiasco didn't even faze Juan. It was only after a few minutes after when the full gravity of the situation clicked in his mind that his face got atomic red. He decided to just change and go to class.

15 Minutes Later

Juan was leaving his room with his uniform on, when he noticed hammering and sawing noises coming out of Team RWBY's room, so he knocked on their door.

Out came Ruby with a hammer in each hand and sawdust covering her everywhere. She grinned at him with a carefree smile, one he couldn't help but return. Her smiles were just that contagious.

-Hello Juan, welcome to the awesome room of team RWBY. Do you need anything? - (Ruby)

-Not much, just wondering what is it you're doing that requires saws and hammers. Are you guys remodeling?-(Juan)

-As a matter of fact, yes! Because there was no space for everything we brought, we decided to make bunk beds! Whacha think?-(Ruby)

Before him was the most unsafe bunkbeds he had ever seen. At least in the show they had seemed stable, but now, they were rocking from side to side like if they were going to topple over any second. It was a miracle they were even standing up, more so with Blake on top of one.

-Ruby, no offence, but your Bunk beds suck. I would help you, but I would be late for 9:00 class. Maybe after class I can come by and help? – (Juan)

Ruby blushed at this comment. She had long realized that while she may be an awesome artist and great weapon designer, she was hopeless with said application, as she was too clumsy. The opposite could be said about Juan. He was a great blacksmith and awesome bullet maker, but he left Ruby do more of the thinking. That's why he was able to help with the creation of Crescent Rose, and Ruby helped with Amp. While he knew enough about his weapon to fix it, it was still no enough to understand how it worked.

-Of course you can come this afternoon, a friend who helps will never be turned away! - (Ruby)

It was after Juan left that realization came to Weiss in cold horror.

-Ruby, don't we have first period at 9 as well? - (Weiss)

-Yeah, why? - (Ruby)

It was then that the same realization came to Blake and Yang.

-Theirs only ten minutes you dolt! Hurry, we don't want to be late! - (Weiss)

Across the Hallway

Team JNPR was having a relaxing morning. Jaune was playing DUST (an imitation of the game JEWEL), Ren was meditating on his bed, Nora was eating pancakes on her bed, and Pyrrha was reading a book.

-Theirs only ten minutes you dolt! Hurry, we don't want to be late! - (Weiss)

Jaune looks up from his scroll and towards the clock above his door.

-Oh, there's only 10 minutes left till class.-(Jaune)

There was a profound silence as horror slowly reached their faces. They quickly got up from their respective area and started to run out the door. Jaune just hoped they weren't late.

Port's Class; Juan's View

Just as the bell was about to ring, I, team RWBY and team JNPR walked in. While we hadn't had to run too much, we still needed to rush to class in an unorganized matter. When I entered, he couldn't help but stare at Pr. Port's mustache. It was just so disturbing to watch. When in the show, it had seemed he had no mouth and it was actually his mustache that talked. Sadly, it was still true in real life. An elbow to the rib courtesy of Yang shook me up enough to stop staring. As I took a seat behind team RWBY, I remembered on of the things I always had wanted to lean back at earth.

What the hell did Pr. Port say in his stories?

-Monsters. Demons. Prowlers of the night. Yes, the creatures of Grimm have many names, but I merely refer to them as prey. - (Port)

So far the story follows canon.

-And you shall too upon graduating from this prestigious academy. Now as I was saying, Vale, as well as the other three kingdoms, is a safe haven in an otherwise treacherous world. Our planet is teething with creatures that would love nothing more than to tear you to pieces, and that's where we come in. Huntsmen. Huntresses. - (Port)

The show couldn't prepare him for what seemed to be the cringiest moment in RWBY. He would never unseen that. It was so bad he actually couldn't hear the next few words Pr. Port said!

-Blab bla bla blab la, blab la bla blab. Ba bla Bab blab baba!-(Pr. Port)

This is going to become a problem if everything he hears about the lesson as a blab.

-Blab bla be, blab be ba story about a young, handsome man. Me! - (Pr. Port)

Oh good, his voice is back.

-Now when I was a young boy in my third year, I had been tasked to capture a boarbatusk and bring it to Beacon to show to class for a whopping 50 extra credit points on any assignment, including the final. While I had been enthusiastic to get a higher grade, my teammates were not as dedicated as me due to the fact that we had to supply our own cages, bullets, and travel expenses. Still, the reward was too tempting to resist, so I packed my bags for a week trip and went straight to forever fall. Before I left however, I approached by no other than Pr. Peach, who, at that time, was still a first year. She had thought my actions were foolish, and that it was not worth the risk. She pointed out that this was supposed to be a team exercise and that doing it alone was stupid and risky. By the end of the discussion, however, I had somehow managed to enlist her for my support and rescheduled my departure until spring break. We took that time to study on the best place to find a boarbatusk, and decided forever fall forest was the best place to search. While she was not the best fighter, she was extremely knowledgeable in plants and trees, which would make the forest one of the best places for "Home field advantage". That, paired up with my superb knowledge of Grimm, made us a force to be recon with.

The day we departed, a second year student had joined us because he needed the extra credit in Grimm studies. While Pr. Peach didn't want him to join, I jovially invited him to come along with us. At that time, I thought to myself" The more the merrier!" However, this was not the case. He was brash and rude to both me and Pr. Peach, and made the trip to Forever Fall very uncomfortable. When we reached Forever Fall, we started right away to set traps and establish a campsite. We would have finished early and actually started to hunt for the boarbatusk, yet the second year kept messing everything up. He left his rations in the ship, he broke his tent when setting it up, and he spilled the water I had collected on the firewood Pr. Peach collected, and was generally rude all the time. By the third day, things had deteriorated so badly the second year and Pr. Peach fought. While I did break it off, the second year left to clear his head. However, my gut feelings told me something was wrong the instant he left. After an hour had passed, I decided to look for him. Pr. Peach wanted to leave him out there and search for him in the morning to get back at him for acting ungentlemanly, but in the end I convinced her to help me in the search. We found him at night in a clearing fighting for his life. While he was a natural at fighting, the darkness had made it difficult to see, giving the Grimm the advantage they needed to bring him down. Peach and I quickly decided I was to attend to his injuries while she fought the Grimm due to her having excellent night vision. In the middle of her fight, her weapon broke, which prompted her to take out her trusty science beaker and fell all of the Grimm with extreme prejudice! Since then, she has had the nickname of the "Mad Scientist", thought I don't know where the mad part came from. I mean, it's perfectly healthy to laugh the stress away while killing Grimm! Anyway, we decided to retreat to camp and leave once when saw the second year was not going to heal in time and would be a hindrance to the mission.

By morning, he decided to thank us for saving him the day before and apologized to us for being so rude. I accepted the apology, and with a little nagging, so did Pr. Peach. And while it would take some time before we truly became friends, it was the state of a beautiful friendship! - (Pr. Port)

Right then, Ruby interrupted the story with a ridiculous amount of giggling. The story was just getting good!

-Ahem, at that moment, I recalled a saying my grandpa, who smelled distinctively of cabbage, said. "Peter, my boy, "he said to me, "you can get friends from the most rural and strangest of places, yet they are still friends. Make sure to treat them with care, respect, and honesty. Make sure to never forget that." - (Pr. Port)

-Pr. Port, if you don't mind me asking, who was the second year? - (Juan)

-Why, his name was Qrow Branwen! Excellent huntsman, yet we never did get rid of his brash attitude. - (Pr. Port)

-Wait, you mean Pr. Branwen was your friend?-(Juan)

This was a new development. I would have thought they were more than four years apart. I turned to Ruby to see if she got the memo. She…was balancing the pencil on the top of her lip, eyes squinting, and siting rigidly as if to impersonate Pr. Port. However, she was trembling slightly with the laugh she was trying to hold in.

-Ruby, did you know your uncle and Pr. Port were friends? - (Juan)

The pencil fell to the ground, her eyes opened wide, and she stopped trembling. In fact, the whole team Rwby stood still with their eye's wide open. Ruby slowly turned to look at Pr. Port with an I-got-caught-with-my-hand-in-the-cookie-jar look, and gave a few weak chuckles.

-You girls didn't listen to I word I said, didn't you?-(Pr. Port)

-Well…-(Ruby)

-I listened to the story Pr. Port! - (Weiss)

-Did you now? So then, what were the important parts of the story? - (Pr. Port)

She checked back on her notes, realizing that most of the things she wrote didn't have any helpful tidbits.

-Um, well, I mean, never go in without a plan? - (Weiss)

Port seemed to have placed an indifferent face, but in reality he was irritated.

-Mr. Scarlentina, would you be kind enough to offer her the help needed? - (Pr. Port)

My outer face was calm. Not even a bead of cold sweat. Inside, however, I was pancaking of the highest category.

-Vox, what the hell was the lesson about?!- (Juan)

-I though he was just reminiscing about the past?!- (Vox)

-Damn, what could be the answer? - (Juan)

After a moment, Vox snapped his fingers.

-Got it!-(Vox)

-Seriously!? Tell me!-(Juan)

-No time, just repeat what I say!-

Back outside, only 3 seconds had passed.

-Well, before I do, I want Weiss to promise not to get angry at me.-(Juan)

Weiss turned to him, confused.

-Why would I get angry?-(Weiss)

-Just promise. - (Juan)

-Very well, I promise not to get angry. Now tell me the answer.-(Weiss)

-Well, if Pr. Port told us a story where he had trouble between two of his teammates, and initiation just passed, doesn't that mean that his story is for those who have problems with their team?-(Juan)

-I suppose so. What does that have to do with the moral thought?-(Weiss)

-Well, the way they fixed their problems was when the person in the wrong admitted to being wrong. Also, that the person forgiving was willing to see over the error and support the person being forgiven. So if he is angry at your team when he is giving the lesson, it means he ether suspects that your team dynamics are wrong or won't hold in stressful situation.-(Juan)

Weiss easily got angry.

-So you're accusing my team of having a fragile bond?-(Weiss)

Now that I think about it, I could use this moment to fix the problem with team Rwby before Weiss and Ruby have to argue.

-Well, it's to be expected. You only became a team two days ago. Also, you're missing the point that this story is for everyone, not just you. So even if the problem isn't for your team, you could at least learn from the story and stop a fight from occurring.-(Juan)

I paused to let that sink in, and then went for the kill.

-Also, why do you think he mentioned that Pr. Peach was good with plants, or that he was good with Grimm knowledge?- (Juan)

-As reference for homework? - (Weiss)

I didn't even respond to that and went for the answer.

-The place where the story took place was in Forever Fall. The Maple's there are known for their sap, which can be made into great maple syrup and unfortunately has been known to attract Grimm. Taking Pr. Peach with him to make traps suggests that they used the sap as bait, which we might be tasked to do in the future. Of course, we are not supposed to infer this much out of the story, which means we should have pointed out the inconsistencies in the story. Why would he bring a first year into the mission? Why would he agree to bring a second year he barely knew into his makeshift partnership? Why would his team leave him alone when getting a boarbatusk?!And the biggest question of all; what other teachers will be included into the story?-(Juan)

With the last comment, Pr. Port laughed.

-Well, if the whole class overall does well in studies, there will be no problem if I let slip some unsavory story about Glynda or Celeste. Oobleck on the other hand, will cost you a perfect score on a quiz. Now that that has been answered, let's continue on with the lesson. - (Port)

While he has talking, I scribbled down We need to talk after class. I then made the paper into a ninja star origami and threw it at Ruby. It smacked her in the forehead, making her say" Doi" in the cutest way possible. She opened the note and read it while sneaking glances at me. After a while she nodded in my direction, while making movement below her desk. With the aid of her semblance, she threw me the now refolded ninja star at me at a ridiculous speed. Luckily, it didn't hit me, but it would have nicked my ears if they weren't down.

She may or may not have pouted for the rest of the lesson, but she at least she agreed.

-Thanks for the save Vox. - (Juan)

-Good thing the bullshitting worked. - (Vox)

-You bull shitted the answer!?- (Juan)

Later at Lunch

Ruby, after excusing herself from her team, went with Juan outside towards a bench. He looked kind of serious, which made Ruby nervous. He was never serious unless something really upset him. Plus, she liked his goofy side. It always made her laugh.

As she approached him, she saw him look up at her with a small smile. She returned the smile and sat down with him on a bench. He had brought up his right leg in a half meditation stance, while he draped his left leg over his left legs ankle. He was leaned forward so only half his face was viewed. He struggled with himself, but stilled continued.

-Ruby, I don't know if you have noticed, but it seemed your team is in need of a serious overhaul. - (Juan)

-What do you mean overhaul? - (Ruby)

- Ruby, I going to try to be gentle, but, well, the thing is…your team is a mess. Blake is antisocial, Weiss is the very definition of privileged, Yang is a hot head, and to be frank, you're immature in the battlefield.-(Juan)

Ruby stood shocked. She maybe expected to be put down by Weiss and maybe Blake, but never Juan. She couldn't imagine him actually calling her bad.

-That is why I chose to help you with your team dynamics. All your team needs is guidance and experience to be one of the greatest teams to be in beacon. - (Juan)

-What should we do then? We can get the experience from fighting, but where do we get guidance? - (Ruby)

-Simple. You. That's why you're leader. Ask for tips from the teachers if you're really stuck.-(Juan)

-Huh.-(Ruby)

-And as a sort of guidance, I would say talk about each other's likes and dislikes. That way, you don't end up annoying the dust out of each other.-(Juan)

With that, Juan stood up and left for the cafeteria to get something to eat. He may have had to skip breakfast and lunch.

Anyway, Juan should meet her in an hour or so to fix their beds

Team RWBY's Room (after Juan fixed the beds)

Ruby sat in her newly mad bunkbed thinking on what Juan told her earlier that day.

-And as a sort of guidance, I would say talk about each other's likes and dislikes. That way, you don't end up annoying the dust out of each other.-(Juan)

-Girls…are everyone done with setting down?-(Ruby)

-Yeah, something up sis?-(Yang)

-Well the thing is…I wanted to talk of our likes and dislikes, as a sort of team bonding. That way, we don't end up fighting for stupid reasons. - (Ruby)

Everyone started to look at their young leader. Sure she was immature, but she was slowly becoming more considerate of everyone around. And if Weiss slowly started opening to their leader, who was to know?