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Chapter 3 remastered!

FYI: This chapter is almost strictly from Sasuke's perspective, as would be most of this fic if I knew beforehand. Reading Coeur Al-Aran (The greatest author on FF!) really solidified for me what a good story should be like.

Neo Now Talks, And That Was My Stubborn Mistake; Since Then, There's An Irritation I Can't Shake!

Chapter Three: Some Men Are Born To Good Luck

The way back to Beacon after the little debacle in the bar wasn't anything of note. Despite the rather uncomfortable bullhead ride back to the academy with the repeated, mental, unconvincing mantra of 'metal boxes don't fly, but its fine' that came with it, it was rather smooth and uneventful.

'I need to get used to using the bullhead soon,' the Uchiha thought irritably as he walked through the halls of Beacon. It wasn't deep into the night, so there were still students walking around. 'If Naruto ever found out. . .' No one must know.

The Uchiha stopped abruptly and looked behind him, seeing a man suddenly dash out of view before he could make out his features. After a few confused blinks, he continued on his way back to his dorm room. It wasn't the first time he was stalked, but he could definitely say this was a first he was stalked by a grown man. . . other than Orochimaru, but that was different story altogether.

Looking back again, a blur of red before the same man vanished to hide behind another corner. Considering what he was about to do when he reached his room, he didn't want someone following him this close. He rounded to a different hallway and just stood there facing the corner he just turned.

It was probably three seconds before a heavily mustached face appeared before Sasuke. Up close, the ninja recognized him as the one who was meant to watch him the night before under orders from Ozpin. "Is there a reason you're following me?" The man's sweaty face and audible gulp said that there wasn't a proper answer.

"Aha!" the man proclaimed loudly, drawing what few eyes there were in the hallway onto them. "You have passed my first test! The test of vigilance is very important to Huntsmen such as ourselves."

Just as Sasuke thought, it wasn't a proper answer. "So you are not following me under Ozpin's orders?" They had their agreement, but it didn't mean they wouldn't keep him under watch, he supposed. That would be rather troublesome, actually.

"Why, of course not, lad," the talking mustache replied. "I, a teacher, would never do such a thing." Sasuke only stared at such a lie. Peter was his name, recalling what Doctor Bartholomew said about his 'boisterous' colleague.

"So it wasn't you sleeping outside-"

"I wasn't sleeping!" Peter interrupted quickly, then cleared his throat and composed himself once more. "I was merely resting, but I assure you was fully aware of my surroundings."

"You were snoring. . ." Rather loudly, too.

"That's beside the point!" It really wasn't, but Peter's indignation told Sasuke how this conversation would go. Even though he just admitted keeping an eye on Sasuke at the time.

Still, he was going to need some privacy. "Ozpin and I have come to an agreement for me to stay here as a pseudo-student, so there's no longer a need for you to watch me," the Uchiha said. "Surely, your wariness is a non-issue at this point." He didn't care much about their trust, and their fear of him was misplaced anyway. If this was an effort to make Sasuke agree to something else, the headmaster had another thing coming.

"Ozpin did what?"

Or the surprised Professor Peter here wasn't given the update about Sasuke's deal. Because of course he didn't. With a sigh, the Uchiha said, "your colleague, Bartholomew Oobleck, vouched for me. You can speak to him or the headmaster on the matter."

"Barty did what now?"

Even with the decent head start, impressions on the Beacon faculty were quickly dwindling for the Uchiha. "As I said, you can speak to your colleague or Ozpin on our deal." He turned to leave, but not before saying, "with that, I ask that you stop following me."

The Uchiha decided that he had enough of these Remnant people in the past two hours. Not long ago there was a woman who tried to kill him in a bar, and now a grown man was stalking him. Great. . .

"A moment, if you will, Mr. Uchiha!" Speaking of grown men stalking him. "I believe we started on the wrong foot." As far as Sasuke was concerned, there was no 'we' in that situation, but he stopped walking and turned to the man once more. He cleared his throat and said, "perhaps its best we start from the beginning, since I'm going to be your teacher and all."

If Sasuke had his way, this man would be his teacher in the most minimal way possible.

"I'm Peter Port," he introduced himself. "I will be your instructor in Grimm Studies." Now that got Sasuke's attention. If this man was a scholar on Grimm biology and such, than he looked forward to his classes with this man. "Although I'm sure you have your own tales of wisdom."

The Uchiha wasn't sure what he meant by that and what it had to do with studying Grimm, but he was hopeful to get some information that the books he picked out seemed to lack. With how they disappeared after he killed them yesterday, it was easy to understand why it was so difficult.

Surely, this instructor must have his ways of learning about Grimm with unique methods. A genius, perhaps? "Sasuke Uchiha. I will be your student during my stay here at the academy." This man might finally give him answers about Grimm origins, and whether or not they could spawn in his own world. "I look forward to your classes."

"Hazaah!" Then again, this was the man who admitted of watching him only seconds after denying it. With a poor excuse, no less. "Worry not, my dear student-" Something about the way he said that made Sasuke feel regret over his decision "-I'll be sure to teach you the ways to make you a great Huntsman!"

It dawned on him. 'Guy and Peter must never meet.' While it was impossible, Sasuke still felt that these two share a hauntingly familiar attitude, ones that were better left separated. Lee and Guy as a combination was more than enough to remind him of those particular memories.

Still, this was a professor who excelled in Grimm Studies. How else would he get the job if he wasn't a fully competent instructor?

"I look forward to that, professor," Sasuke lied, then nodded his head. "I'm rather tired from my tour of Vale, so I hope to see you in our next class together." At this point, just Peter leaving him would do just fine. He established the class he would visit, though.

"Ah, yes of course," the portly man answered. "I understand how important sleep is to us Huntsmen." Sasuke had no doubt Peter understood more than most. "After all, out in the field, sleep is merely the break for Grimm to escape my grasp before going after them again!" That feeling of regret from earlier returned tenfold. "Well then, goodnight, my invaluable student."

Sasuke had increasing doubts about this man being his teacher, but he bowed his head anyway and bade him goodnight before turning to find his room. Occasionally he looked back to see if Peter was still following him, but he wasn't in sight.

'What have I gotten myself into?' the Uchiha thought with a grunt as he continued his way unhindered. Still, it wasn't like he intended to skip Peter's class on his first day. . . as tempting as it was after his first meeting with the man.

Finally in the room, he saw clothes on the handle wrapped in plastic, likely his uniform from Ozpin. He locked the door behind him and checked with his Sharingan for any more new 'additions' that might have happened while he was away, like the kinds used to spy on an unsuspecting new student. When he was convinced there were none, he took a knee, drew blood, and placed his palm on the wooden floor.

"Kuchiyose no Jutsu." A small explosion of smoke appeared where his palm was, and revealed a small, green snake the length of his arm.

His voice practically showed his young age. "What is this? Where am I?" the male snake hissed in confusion as it looked around the room before settling on the Uchiha. "You? Couldn't you have bothered someone else?" Ah, it was one of those snakes. "The air tastes different. Where is this?"

"A different world," Sasuke answered, the snake only looked curious before tasting the air a bit more and coiled onto himself. "Best you get used to it, because I'm going to be summoning you more often to relay messages back home." The serpent nodded with displeasure at the prospect. "What's your name?"

"Tatsuya," he replied. Sasuke then told him how he got stuck on Remnant so he could relay it to Konoha. "What is your plan on leaving this world, summoner? I don't believe I need to explain why we can't reverse-summon you to Ryūchi Cave." Because it was impossible to dimensionally summon unless you had a Rinnegan that acted as a catalyst, Sasuke knew that.

Even then, his way home wasn't with using that volatile Rinne-Sharingan technique, that's for certain. The only method the Uchiha could hope for was a high-level Fūinjutsu seal, but he wasn't knowledgeable in that domain enough to attempt making one that specializes in interdimensional hopping. There was someone who did know seals, though.

"I need you to ask the White Snake Sage for any Fūinjutsu that could bring me back," Sasuke said. "If anyone would know a seal like that, it's him, if not, then surely his archives hold something on the matter." If the Sage didn't, as unlikely as that sounded, then Naruto would ask the toads. If not, then Sakura would ask the slugs.

Tatsuya hissed in understanding. "I will ask the Wise Elder, and also inform the Anko woman to tell your den. Is there anything else?" The Uchiha shook his head. "Summon me at a later date, I will have a message ready. And if you wish to bother another of my brethren instead of myself, please do," he said before vanishing from Remnant entirely.

As far Sasuke was concerned, the first step to getting home was just taken, and a road to a plan was underway. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long, and as irritating as it might be, he couldn't do anything until the White Snake Sage found an appropriate seal.

The Uchiha laid on the bed given to him by Beacon, wondering what else had to be done while the Sage and his fellow ninja came up with a plan. If they needed him to do something on his end, he would gladly do so, but that was until he summoned Tatsuya again later on.

Closing his eyes, Sasuke couldn't help but feel a knot in his gut if things went south. 'Naruto tends to find a way regardless of the odds.' If it comes down to luck, Sasuke had that on his side, even though not with him personally.

The thought comforted him enough to let the darkness consume him, but not before thinking, 'I will get back home.'

Sasuke woke up before the alarm of his Scroll blared. Outside his window, he could see sunlight only recently lighting up the night sky. Even clearer was the shattered moon that fascinated him. How this could happen, Sasuke could only guess.

He spent a few extra seconds watching as the pieces of this world's moon look as though they've been drifting farther from the main body. At times it appeared full, almost no different from his own world's, but other times in its imperfect form just astounded him at the idea of some ability or event causing that much destruction.

'Our moon almost suffered a worse fate as well.' Thankfully, that situation with Toneri Ōtsutsuki was dealt with before the moon fell onto their planet. With that thought, Sasuke got up to prepare for what was essentially his 'first day of school'. Even as he thought about it, it just felt underwhelming.

Regardless, it was part of the deal to at least try out these classes, and that started with wearing the official Beacon uniform. Already he had a few 'critiques', particularly about the stiff wardrobe these people thought worked with being a warrior-in-training.

Picking up a strip of cloth that was meant to go around the neck, he thought sarcastically, 'am I supposed to hang myself with it?' There was a reason why trainees at the ninja academy wore what's comfortable and unhampering. 'I refuse to wear this,' the ninja decided as he threw it along with the set back into the drawer, and went into the bathroom for a mirror.

Forming a seal, his shinobi clothes were engulfed in smoke, later showing the Beacon uniform in all its formal splendor, but without the rough fabric and the neck hazard that came with it. He didn't want to imagine how uncomfortable and impeding it would be if he actually wore the blasted thing.

Picking up his Scroll from the bedside table, he saw that the time was still too early for his first class of the day, Grimm Studies, but there should be breakfast served for those who woke early, so he left the room for just that. And as he thought, the more he neared the cafeteria, the more students he saw, most heading in the same direction as him with their own teams.

And through large doors he found the dining area, filled sparsely by groggy students. 'The future protectors of Remnant right here,' Sasuke thought unamusedly as he walked passed them to the large buffet of food. Some finding newfound vigor to stare the ninja with wanting eyes. 'These people officially begin training at twelve, while at that age trainees start their duties as shinobis.' If Grimm were that problematic, this was grossly inefficient to him.

He picked up a tray to begin his selection, but another thing that was worthy of criticism was the food. If Naruto was here, he would have found solace in every single unhealthy food imaginable that's right in front of Sasuke. While the ninja whose actually stranded on Remnant was only unimpressed.

'Diabetes or high blood pressure, which one should I choose?' he thought cynically as he passed over the options of strips of meat and small cakes for breakfast. Instead, he picked up a box that held a rabbit character on the front. 'Surely this Pumpkin Pete has vegetables in it.' Why name it otherwise?

Out of caution, he looked to the nutritional facts, and immediately set it back to where it was with a frown. 'Poison, all of it.' With that much sugar in this 'healthy and nutritional' cereal, it was attempted murder. On top of that, if you bought fifty boxes of them, you could potentially win a hoodie. If any fool here chose clothing over keeping their blood clean from the toxins, Sasuke wouldn't be surprised.

He considered going to Vale for food instead. "Can I help you?" Sasuke looked to the source of the voice with a scowl, causing the familiar woman to recoil.

"It's you," he said as he softened up his glare at the sight of rabbit-eared woman in the female version of the Beacon uniform; Velvet, the headmaster called her. Combined with the lack of actual food, fangirls was the last thing he wanted and was glad it wasn't the case. "Did Ozpin send you again?"

She shook her head. "N-No," she stuttered out, then cleared he throat to compose herself from the sudden hostility. "Ah, well, you were stuck here for a while, so I wanted to see if you needed some help." He wasn't some underling that needed to be guided! "Is there something wrong with the food?"

What a silly question. "Food is nutritional, these, however, are garbage coated with sugar and oils," he said sourly while pointing towards the pile of pancakes drizzling with syrup. "Unless there's something here actually suited for breakfast, I'm going to find somewhere else to dine."

Wasn't this a school for young Huntsmen? Then how in the world did the faculty think it was good idea to serve sugary meals this early!? Then again, the Uchiha remembered their competency of keeping an eye on him the night before, snoring away in the darkness.

He heard a snort from her and glared at Velvet, however this time she was undeterred, but waved her hands placatingly. "Sorry, I just never took you for a health buff," she said somewhat sheepish.

"No, just a Faunus-eating savage."

Sasuke felt a small sense of victory when her cheeks reddened in embarrassment at the memory. "H-How about I show you where the healthy food is, eh?" she offered. As long as it was to get something to eat, he didn't care about switching topics, so he nodded.

"I never got your name, by the way," she said as they walked, most likely making conversation instead of odd silence, Sasuke assumed. "I'm Velvet Scarlatina, a senior student here at Beacon and member of team CFVY."

"Sasuke Uchiha," he replied. "Is there a reason you came to assist me rather than dining with your own team?" It wasn't as though they met for very long, and she clearly had her own fears of approaching him the first time. Was this a way to just get in his good graces? If so, she'll be getting nothing of the sort.

"Ah, well, my team isn't here right now. I usually wake up before them anyway. Yatsuhashi likes to say it's the rabbit part of me," she replied, but didn't stop walking ahead of Sasuke. "And nobody looked like they were going to help you, despite the stares." Oh, she noticed them as well? Probably from their library encounter, and she probably knew what those stares exactly meant. "I kinda know how it feels. . ."

She mumbled the last part in a low voice, but Sasuke heard it. She knew how it felt to be ogled as a piece of meat with lustful gazes? Looking at Velvet some more, she wasn't unattractive by any means of the word, but he still doubted that greatly. Still, it didn't seem as though she had ulterior motives, so he accepted her response.

"Yatsuhashi?"the ninja asked. One thing he noticed in this world was the inconsistency in name patterns, but no less exotic to him. Like the Xiao-Long woman from initiation, which sounded like it could be from the Elemental Nations, but her sister was called Ruby Rose, which was bizarre to him. So it was interesting to find a name that was used back home here in Remnant.

"My teammate. Big guy with a big sword, helped me more times than I can count," she said fondly. The Uchiha knew that fondness, so he could empathize, if perhaps differently since he travelled more than staying in Konoha with his own comrades.

When she stopped walking, she turned to the ninja and gestured towards the new set of food that Sasuke might actually approve of this time. "We do have bran muffins that go great with tea, and some whole grain cereal that doesn't have the 'oils and sugar' that you don't like."

He scoffed. "If this is it, I should speak with Ozpin about adding more sensible food to the breakfast menu," the ninja thought out loud. Cereal? He wasn't some snot-nosed toddler! "Shouldn't be difficult with the all toxins you put in your bodies as is."

Apparently Velvet found his suggestion amusing and giggled. "I'll be looking forward to it, then," she said. "I guess I'll leave you to your breakfast then, unless you need something else?"

"No, this is adequate enough," Sasuke replied. He was not going to be eating these cakes every morning, and he would certainly not be eating cereal like a child or a Naruto. He may not be in any position to ask of Ozpin, but this was too much. "Thank you, Miss Scarlatina," he said with a nod.

"Oh, um, no problem. Just Velvet is fine," she said, shuffling a little at the unexpected gratitude. He wasn't coming off as arrogant, was he? Naruto always said that was a problem, but what would he know? "Calling me 'Miss Scarlatina' makes it sound like I'm much older than I am."

The Uchiha shrugged and nodded at the request. If the previous conversation with Ruby the other day was anything to go by, these people don't speak to each other as formally like back home. Or that it takes just one line of conversation to remove all formality on Remnant.

The two said their farewells and went their ways, Velvet's to do whatever she was doing before, and Sasuke picking out the small, brown cakes that the Faunus had just told him about and a cup of tea to go with it.

When he smelled it, it was astounding. 'Smells like nothing.' He may not be of the Inuzuka clan, but his sense of smell wasn't poor in the least. There was a miniscule scent of bread, but he was honestly unsure if that was from the muffin itself or the surrounding food.

Regardless, he chose these muffins full of useful fiber and nutrients rather than that slice of toast which smelled of cinnamon and pure sugar. He took two of the cakes and a cup of tea to a nearby, vacant table.

He was about to take bite, but then he heard, "excuse me, can I take a pict-!" The foolish girl froze at his glare, before backing away to whatever hole she came from. He couldn't help but feel it was the start of the library situation happening all over again. 'Someday. . .' Perhaps there would be a time when these hormonal teenagers control themselves, but it seemed like it wasn't today.

A bite from his muffin to ease in the day, but the flavor did little to help, mostly because of how little of the flavor there even was. At least the tea was good, so the morning wasn't so bad.

Until one of those girls decided to sit next to him. When he turned to glare her away, said girl's face smacked onto the table with a groan, causing the ninja to raise his brow and cause no small amount of confusion. This one was familiar however, particularly her impressive, golden hair.

"Xiao-Long?" Her response was some noise Sasuke wasn't sure even had a term, but it was her, apparently. Three more people also took seats close to him, one of who he saw was Ruby, who decided to join her sister and planted her face on the table with a moan. 'Perhaps they're sisters after all.'

Looking to the other two, it was the bow-wearing girl and the white-haired one. "Ruby's team, I assume." The black-haired one nodded.

"We are the proud members of the awesome team RWBY, yay~" Yang groaned out while her face was still on the table and an arm halfway up in the air. "I need more sleep. . ." Her sister's mumbles concurred with that sentiment.

"And narrowly miss class again? I think not!" Weiss exclaimed. "Is it because Port's class is the first of the day? I know his lecture last time was a little eccentric, but surely this one's going to be better."

"Sasuke, please make her pass out again."

"Don't you dare!"

It may have been a scant few seconds, but Sasuke began feeling that Ruby had her work cut out for her. Which would have sounded better had she not be mumbling about cookies while face down on the table across from him at this very moment.

"Maybe I should get some coffee-" "Cookies~" ". . . and cookies for Ruby and Yang to help them wake up," the black-haired one offered.

"Thank you, Blake, that'd be wonderful," said Weiss. When the now-named Blake got up to get said items, the Schnee peered her eyes to the ninja with a look of frustration before sighing. "I guess I should thank you, as well."

Well, that wasn't what he expected from his Sharingan victim. "I don't follow."

It seems as though it wasn't easy for the heiress as well, considering she was biting her lower lip in deliberation. "While I am angry that you made me pass out with that ability of yours in the forest that day, I noticed that Ruby has taken into reading nearly every subject imaginable through the night," she told him. "Hence the lack of energy right now." Her words were emphasized by her leader's garbled words that had her partner's brow twitch.

"And what does that have to do with me, exactly?"

Weiss took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Whatever you told her in the library helped her in ways I should have," she told him with another sigh, ignoring that her leader was right beside her, but from how Ruby was constantly groaning, it was safe to assume she wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to them. "You supported her when I, her teammate, was supposed to. Again, thank y-.""I did nothing.""-Wait, what?"

Now it was the Uchiha's turn to let out a breath. "You're right in saying we spoke in the library, but she was already going to study those subjects before she even saw me," he told the Schnee, who was now looking at her leader in surprise. "Why do you think she was in the library to begin with? All I did was listen to her and brought her better books."

If she heeded his advice, then the work was on her, not him. Saying some words wasn't really the equivalent of actively helping, it was merely pointing towards the right direction, but it was up to the person to walk that path. As far as Sasuke was concerned, Ruby did all the work.

"Nah, you helped." That rebuttal wasn't from Weiss, but Yang whose face was still on the table, only now looking at the ninja while still weary from the early wake up. "You can dodge it all you want, but what you said told her had a strong effect. And you said it yourself, you brought her those books she stayed up reading." She then looked to her white-haired teammate. "You could learn to be a little humble."

"Hey, I am humble!"

"Rule one of humbleness: don't call yourself humble," Yang yawned out to her indignant teammate, then looked back to the ninja. "Either way, don't cut yourself short, ya helped Rubes whether you admit it or not."

"I believe Weiss' chiding was what got her to begin studying, I only pointed towards better sources," Sasuke defended. Ruby had the purpose, drive and the materials, all of which she utilized to better herself, and all he did was point to better means.

"And what about the part of making yourself a better leader? Yeah, she may have told us something about being strong means making yourself stronger than your previous self, but that doesn't sound like her. Now who do we know that gave her books and some advice recently?" The blonde was now resting her head on her arms, a bit more energized than before.

Regardless, Sasuke shook his head. "I told her my opinion on the matter, whether she takes it to heart and acts upon it is on her."

"Oh she did, believe me. You're probably right that Weiss insulted her into studying," she said as she glared a little at the heiress, who muttered out an apology, but continued to the ninja. "But you could say you were a better fuse to a grenade. Yeah, it's gonna explode no matter what when lit, but now more reliable and with vigor. Sounds like helping to me."

Blondes, such a stubborn species, Sasuke thought. He wasn't sure if any universe needed more or less of them. Naruto was more than enough in his life, and he would rather not have another even in a new world.

"Fine," he said finally, tired of this roundabout discussion. "I concede to your use of analogy with bombs of all things."

"Heh, comes with my explosive personality." Her disaster of a joke caused the heiress to groan, which went well with Ruby's own that was going on in the background. "Oh c'mon! That was a good one, admit it. Help me out here, Sasuke."

The only help he gave her was roll of the eyes and sip of his tea, to which she responded with an outcry of how they lacked a sense of humor. Thankfully, Blake had come with two trays in hand.

"Considering Yang's whining-" "I'm not whining!" "- I take it another of her so-called jokes failed." Both the ninja and Weiss nodded. "Thank God I wasn't here," Blake said as she stuck a cup of coffee to her partner, to which Yang accepted with a pout. She also brought one extra for Weiss, who thanked her.

He saw Ruby sniff the air a few times, and turned her head to be greeted by a tray full of cookies. It seemed to have done the trick, since she essentially snatched it away before inhaling what was in front of her, along with a glass of milk that was on a different tray that Blake held. Considering how Blake's brow twitched, that cup wasn't for Ruby.

"Thanks, Blake, you're the best!" was what the Uchiha could translate through the mouthful of baked goods and milk. "So, what're we talking about?" Blake's shoulders slumped more as the milk was consumed by the hooded girl.

Yang rolled her eyes as she sipped her coffee. "Nothing, dear sister, nothing at all." From the look on her face, it was clear Ruby didn't believe it at that tone, but was too preoccupied with what was on her plate as is, literally. "Or we can talk about why Sasuke chose cardboard for breakfast."

"This was the most sensible option available, especially when the others would only clog my arteries," he replied as he continued eating his muffin. 'Perhaps there was more truth in Yang's words than I thought.' It wasn't bad, but describing it as cardboard wasn't far off the mark to what it felt like eating.

Still, he ate it and washed it down with tea. He was going to have a word with Ozpin about a new breakfast menu, especially some healthier additions he would happily recommend.

"Hello," a feminine voice greeted as she sat down with a tray beside the ninja. Pyrrha, if he remembered correctly. She was joined by her three other comrades. "Nice to see you again, Sasuke." He nodded back to her.

A loud smack was heard, and Sasuke saw that Jaune decided to join the ritual of slamming his face on the table with a groan. Considering the poor examples he's been seeing this morning, perhaps Sasuke should avoid identifying himself as a Huntsman if anyone asked.

"Pyrrha didn't want us to be late again, so she woke us up early," Ren explained with amusement at Jaune's behest. "Our leader has not taken the new schedule well."

Jaune was the leader? Sasuke couldn't fathom why, but perhaps this boy shared the good qualities with Naruto as well rather than just appearance. Even though the groaning wasn't helping his opinion on the matter.

"So, Sasuke, did the headmaster arrange for you to be a student here?" Pyrrha asked, noticing his uniform. "I thought they sent people like you to the authorities to get you properly placed."

People like him as in an alien? He doubted she meant it like that. Although that might've been the proper procedure if they knew; not that he would've allowed them. "I was offered to study here among you until I assimilate, to which I accepted it with a few special conditions set. Essentially more freedom to move around and familiarize with the area," the Uchiha said the last bit before they asked.

"What's it like where you're from, anyway?" Yang asked, leaning in to hear his answer. "Not many villages out there that can make decent fighters, so it's gotta be interesting to make young Huntsmen like you."

The difference in doctrine repeated in the Uchiha's mind. "I do not feel comfortable sharing that information," he answered to her disappointment. "All I can say is that we were rather reclusive to the point we didn't know you people even existed." It was a truth, wasn't it? None back home knew of these Remnant people.

"You said 'were'," Blake said with furrowed brows, to which Sasuke was thankful someone caught the deceptive word, and just frowned towards her for the added effect. Her widened eyes said it worked. "Oh. I. . . I'm sorry."

"I don't want to talk about it," he told them as the grim mood set it. That should help deterring them from asking for the near future, Sasuke thought. But for their sake, he changed the conversation. "Peter Port's class is next for you as myself. What's it like?"

"Oh, umm. It's so boring it's like I could die," Yang responded and cringed immediately after at her own words. There was also the added effect from Ruby kicking her shin under the table. "Sorry."

He may have started it, but they continued it after even diverting from it, so he let the awkward silence continue. The Uchiha used the quiet to continue his meal and recalled Yang's description of Port's class, which bade well since he noticed Naruto and she seemed to share enough similarities in personality.

If she found it boring, it had to be informative.

'I regret this greatly,' Sasuke thought as he attempted to massage away the irritation, while the mustached man in front of him rattled on about some achievement or other. 'Why did I choose the front seat?' To hear the man clearly, of course, but now that wasn't an advantage; he discovered that an hour ago when class started.

"-so I wrapped my legs around the Ursa's neck, grabbed the two Beowolves' throats in each hand, and killed the three of them with my newly invented Death Pirouette," Peter continued with exaggerated gestures and poses, before finally standing up straight into a more respectable position. "When I got back, the village announced an annual parade in my honor that continues to this day. Well then, that's all we have time for now, sadly. Class dismissed, and remember to remain vigilant!"

Grimm Studies, a supposed class meant to teach about Grimm itself as the name implied, but then the first five minutes had told the Uchiha otherwise. He had the sneaking suspicion that Ozpin knew he had to make classes a strong part of the deal to make sure he doesn't skip these as often.

A clone should suit this class just fine, he just wished he wouldn't get the memory of it. That's what Sasuke was thinking as he briskly walked out of the classroom. The thoughts of future classes weren't pleasant after that one, and hoped this mustached fool was a one-off.

"Yeesh, I know that class was bad, but you look like you got it worse than we did," Yang said as she walked up beside him, and likely noticed his sour look. "I guess that's what you get for taking the front seat on your first day."

"That was not a class," he almost growled out. "It's a waste of time. I was hoping to see scientific information about Grimm, but instead got fanciful stories from a bad children's novel." Iruka, Kakashi, and Orochimaru were far better teachers than this fool. Hell, even Guy would've been a better teacher!

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Yang defended, but a sideways stare from Sasuke changed her tune. "Okay, maybe not with those particular words." The Uchiha had harsher words still if she wished for some inspiration.

Whether or not Grimm could appear in his world was still an unknown, but it was more of lack of information from Remnant's side. 'Then why have a Grimm Studies class in the first place?' They seemed to be as archaic as Aura, which was frustrating to see.

Still, finding out that information was just a precaution, not a necessity. It was highly unlikely that such creatures appear in the Elemental Nations. Then again, it was even more unlikely for him to be in a world he could survive in with fellow humans, and very similar non-humans, who spoke the same language with his last random dimension hop. . .

"I'll be going to that class the least," Sasuke said, more to himself than anything. 'Was this how Naruto saw Iruka's class? At least he taught something.' He was thankful for his extra freedom as a non-student.

"You can do that?" Yang asked, full of hope. "Can I join you?" It wasn't just him who would look forward to less of Grimm Studies, it seemed.

He shrugged. "You should speak to your headmaster for that." Her deflation said she knew what the answer was going to be. Maybe some words of encouragement would assist, but Peter's class wasn't one where words would help.

Walking up behind him with a hand on her face, Weiss said, "I don't understand. Last night when I spoke with him he seemed so. . . teacher-esque?" She was uncertain even as she said it. "But surely he's a worthy professor. Why else would the headmaster hire him?" Sasuke asked himself the same thing.

That wasn't all he wondered about, though, especially when he saw Ruby and that Blake girl walk up to him. Yes, he had helped their leader a little, but was that all it took for them to warm up to him? Surely that wasn't it. Still, they weren't a bothersome company, and seemed to have deterred other women from walking up to him at the sight of four young women at his side.

"There, there, Weiss," Ruby said as she patted her back, and Weiss even looked thankful at the support. "Maybe another of your hallucinations will come true next time."

How fast a face of gratitude changed to one of anger was surprising. "I wasn't hallucinating!" the heiress shouted. "I talked with him and told me how I should be the best teammate and everything."

"Sure, Weiss, sure."

Weiss glared and bristled at her partner, but other than that, she stayed quiet. How'd these two even end up on the same team? Sasuke doubted it was by choice, even he wasn't put on team seven by choice. Still, the proclaimed heiress was doing what she could to be a teammate, and Ruby was being herself. Whether that's a good or bad thing remains to be seen.

"Wah!" someone shouted behind them. When they looked, it was Jaune on the floor, and a large, brown-haired teen who whistled as he walked ahead of him. He was then picked up by his redheaded teammate, who glared at the assailants back.

Ah, bullying, something he hasn't seen outside of his schooldays more than a decade ago, mostly targeting Naruto. It's almost nostalgic. And since he had too many visual similarities with Naruto, Jaune might be the king of Vale in the near future. . . the thought was surprisingly horrifying for someone he didn't know much about.

"Despicable," he heard Pyrrha say as she glared at the boys back just before she helped Jaune up. At least he had friends to help him, Naruto had to endure so by himself.

For example, when the orange-haired girl was theatrically raising her sleeve and marched quickly to the assailant with a promise of pain, Sasuke knew Jaune was in good hands, especially when the Ren held her back to show calm reason.

Again, he reminded himself, a bunch of misfits with odd quirks.

Said bunch of misfits walked to them, with the blonde one looking increasingly awkward. "Hey guys, what's up?" Ah, the 'casual' dismissal of what happened. Well, it wasn't Sasuke's problem, and the boy had more than enough people willing to help.

"I would've thought you people would fight together when you're surrounded by monsters," Sasuke commented. Maybe the situation wasn't so grim. . . He's glad he hadn't said that part out loud.

"Not even monsters will stop people from being assholes," Yang commented, then looked to her fellow blonde. "You alright there, Jaune?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" the boy said as he rubbed the back of his head with a weak laugh, but that stopped quick from the looks he received. "Okay, look, that was just an accident, I'm sure of it. So don't worry about it, okay?"

Clearly Jaune wanted this to be overlooked, whether he was used to it or not wanting to cause problems, he had his reasons, however counterproductive they might be. And even though his own teammates weren't happy, they let it go. For now, anyway.

"Should I expect anything from Doctor Bartholomew Oobleck?" he asked as they walked to his next class with the teams RWBY and JNPR. History, taught by the green haired man from before, he prayed that it wouldn't be a travesty as Port's.

Yang was the one who answered. "Hyperactive, fast, hard to keep up with. You know, the usual teacher," she said sarcastically. "Now imagine all that with a barrel of pure caffeine added to the mix." Huh, maybe Guy had relative in this world.

"He's not so bad," Pyrrha said. "Though what Yang said holds some truth. . ." She muttered that one.

He'd find out soon enough, and just when Sasuke entered the classroom, it was identical minus the drawing on the walls. Now that he thought of it, if Grimm disappeared when they died, how did Professor Port get schematics of the creatures? Guess work, dissection when they were alive, or perhaps it was just a lie. . . Port's fanciful stories might've told him the answer.

"Ah, Mr. Uchiha, pleasure to have you in my class. I was worried I wouldn't be seeing you today," Dr. Oobleck said politely. Yang was right about his hyperactivity. "Perhaps we can both learn from each other during your stay."

"Just as I have learned you came to spy on me in the library on the headmaster's behest." The mood in the room quickly became a little tense, especially from the group he came in with. He wasn't particularly upset or angry of Oobleck, and his actions were quickly forgiven, but not forgotten. At least he was on the better end of the deal, regardless of what Ozpin thought.

The man cleared his throat. "Would you believe me if I said I was going to meet with you regardless?" No, but he didn't care anymore since the end result was more so in his favor. The answer must've been obvious on Sasuke's silence, since Oobleck slowly nodded with acceptance. "I see. I do apologize for that, but since things are as they are, why don't you go take a seat, we'll begin class shortly."

Now that he could agree with, more so because the man didn't seem as boisterous as his mustached colleague, though as eccentric. He first spoke of the history of Vale, how its kingdom came to be, how its relation with Mantle and Mistral, with Vale's only ally when war came was Vacuo. General history.

All useless information, though that was because he already read about it in the library, but this teacher was fairly competent, especially when compared to Port. While useless for the time being, Sasuke didn't doubt that down the line he'd learn more, and should he have any questions, he'd be sure to ask. As rare as it would be since he cared little for this place he intended to leave.

When Dr. Oobleck asked if there were any questions, Sasuke had nothing to ask. If the subject came to Dust, then he had a few questions, but it wasn't the time.

Of all the things this world had, Dust was most fascinating. While others were that of the elements, there were more variations of it in crystalized form, some even took the qualities of gravity. Utterly fascinating. In the books about Aura and Dust, there were mentions of magic, but Sasuke hadn't taken that part seriously. Perhaps he should look more into it.

The class ended with little to no trouble, although what issues there were was because of a few students who felt the need to sleep in the middle of the lesson. Ruby and Jaune being on the forefront of Dr. Oobleck's effort to wake them up.

"I understand you're still new to this, so I will let you two go for now," Bartholomew said sternly to the two leaders. "I pray you two learn history to understand its importance, so I'd refrain of sleeping during my class. Is that understood?" The two nodded with a quick 'Yessir'. "Good, now off you go." The man transformed into a blur as he ran passed the Uchiha.

Two teachers met, both of which were eccentric. He wondered what kind of character his next teacher would be, hopefully someone at least leaning on the side of normal. Well, it doesn't matter since it was now free period for whoever to do whatever.

"So, Oobleck spied on you, ey?" Yang said beside him as he got up to leave. "Gonna have to say that's pretty creepy for a teacher to do. Should I be keeping an eye out?"

Sasuke shook his head. "Ozpin was wary of my appearance here, so he had me watched in case I tried anything suspicious. Fortunately, I'm allowed to stay for the time being thanks to Dr. Oobleck sating the headmaster's concern." At least to degree. He doubted he had free reign just yet.

"Good to know. At least you weren't given a wink from Port. No. . . just no," she said with a shiver, then saw Sasuke leave. "Hey, what're you doing for free period?"

"I was going to go walk around Vale and tour the city." And steal some lien to buy some Dust, he refrained from adding. He was also going to create some clones to do the job for him. If anyone found out about the money, he'd just say he sold some of his own items. Maybe gems to explain the amount.

"Aww, I was really hoping you'd play Remnant: The Game with us. Ah well, maybe next time." Whatever it was, Sasuke just nodded. "Great, but just to let you know, I won't be going easy on you just cuz you're new." She winked at him before going to comfort her sister from Weiss' added chiding.

With that said and done, he left the classroom and made his way to the port of Beacon. Sasuke also intended to summon Tatsuya again after all the classes were over and done with. It was time to hear some news from the White Snake Sage.

The second time he went down to Vale via the bullhead, Sasuke found out that it didn't get any better. Second time going back to Beacon could be argued was better, but knowing you were going higher and higher still with no knowledge within a metal box made things worse.

'This is ridiculous,' Sasuke thought angrily as he entered his room. Flying was easy, he did all the time when traveling on top of Garuda back home, so this should be nothing.

But metal boxes don't fly, a coffin in the air where you can't control it, and the only way to see outside was through a small hole.

He growled away the thought, but all it brought was embarrassment that it affected him that much. It'll get better the more you ride it, he told himself, but it just annoyed him even more at the prospect of using that infernal machine even more.

He clicked his tongue and rid away anymore thoughts of Remnant's bastardized version of flying. Instead, he reviewed his little incursion into the capitol.

During his trip to Vale, he set up a source of income of lien. Not much, but enough to not really lack anything necessary. Should Ozpin kick him out of Beacon campus, then his clones would have procured enough money to live in some inn or other. Nothing too expensive, obviously. Pickpocketing didn't bring in enough to live a life of luxury for even a moderate amount of time, but it was enough to purchase a small variety of Dust, and soon he would special order some books from that clerk, Tucson.

One little surprise was that one of the largest suppliers of Dust was the Schnee Dust Company, a massive conglomerate owned by the Schnee family, one member of the family happened to be at Beacon, one he made black out, one who thanked him for his help of her teammate.

'Reckless and dangerous,' Sasuke thought, remembering that white-haired girl from before. A family member of one of the largest Dust suppliers painted a massive target on their backs to kidnappers, hence why such rich families tended to have a private army around them. But perhaps this wasn't so different. She was in an academy full of warriors, after all.

Them being mostly students, notwithstanding.

In the end, it wasn't his problem, if it was even a problem to begin with. He had his own predicament to think about.

He didn't waste any more time as he drew blood from his thumb, and summoned Tatsuya one more. For the second time in his life, the snake showed itself on Remnant once more.

"Hmm, summoner?" the familiar snake asked in confusion, then settled on his eyes. "I bring you news from your den and Ryūchi Cave." So a message from the White Snake Sage and one likely from Kakashi, or more likely Naruto. Tatsuya didn't wait. "The leader from your den says that they will work with the Wise Elder to bring you home, and that this Naruto person wanted me to tell you that he wants to 'beat some sense into you for being an idiot', he says." The snake was far from amused.

Sasuke nodded, though he was the one who's amused. "Make sure to tell them I'll get back. I have no intention of staying on this world longer than I have to. I won't be repeating past mistakes and abandon my comrades." The snake hissed in understanding, still unamused. "And what of the Wise Elder?"

This one, Tatsuya paused. There weren't much expressions on snakes, but this was one of those rare moments you understood it was bad news. Bad news wasn't something you wanted when stranded on a different world.

"The Wise Elder found several, ancient scrolls referencing precise dimensional travel," the green snake began, which sounded good, but then it took a turn. "However, the energy required is tremendous. Hundreds of thousands of souls would be needed to power the seal."

Sasuke's gut wrenched. "No village would accept that," he said, worried. "There must be another way. What of the Bijū, surely they'd donate energy if Naruto asked of them."

"Still not enough." Tatsuya tilted his head higher, as though recounting more information. "Souls are far stronger than Chakra, and even if the ninjas of an entire village came to donate their Chakra, it still wouldn't be close to enough to rip a hole through space and time directly to your position." He hissed. "The Sage is still searching his archives for more helpful seals, but all demanded energy, and souls are the strongest candidate for that."

Energy is needed. Souls are the strongest candidate. . . it wasn't required.

"I think I have a solution," Sasuke said, moving to a pack he 'borrowed' and placed the Dust he had bought in. "In this world, there is a material here called Dust. They take on the power of elements and others." He brought a small crystal of fire Dust, and a vial of refined lightning Dust. "Suppose I send this ore back with you to power the seal, will the Sage be able to use it?"

Tatsuya hummed. "Wise Elder says only energy is needed, he didn't say anything about it being strictly souls." He looked to the Dust in Sasuke's hands. "Let me take these to him, and see what he thinks." Sasuke nodded, allowing the snake to open its elastic mouth and swallowing the Dust whole. "I've no doubt it would take a while to test these. Call upon me again in a week's time." At his nod, Tatsuya vanished.

The Uchiha laid on the bed, a little more exhausted than he thought. Hundreds of thousands of souls? It was insanity if anyone allowed their people to pay that price. He was fortunate to be here where energy is essentially crystalized, mined, and refined.

He'd need more. Alot more.

He could steal some more money with his new pickpocketing ring, but how much would that earn him? A few hundred a day at best? To slow. Bounties? Too much time for each payout. Hired assassin? Now that would work, black market jobs always pay well, extremely well, but he needed a contact.

He had one.

Sasuke shook his head. 'This is all too damn convenient.' Not a day ago, this Neopolitan character wanted to hire him, paying him in anything, and she herself said 'Dust', if he so wanted. Now he might need more Dust to get back him. . . This could not be real.

He brought up his issued Scroll, and browsed through the applications, or apps as Ruby called it when she taught him the basic handling of it, and opened the contacts list. There weren't many names on it. There was Tucson who added himself, and Neopolitan who Sasuke added after learning how.

Was it a bad idea? Illegitimate work always held a risk, so this could easily put him in even worse position should things go south. The risk, however, is always followed by a reward that's proportionate in size.

It wasn't a question if it was a bad idea, it was that he had to.

Pressing the name 'Neopolitan', it immediately began to ring. He held it in front of his face as instructed, and waited. Thoughts immediately drifted to what kind of things he'd need to do to acquire the amount of Dust he needed.

If it was to get back home, then so be it.

A familiar and unwelcome face appeared on screen. Pink and brown hair, cream and brown eyes, though that part was debatable.

She smirked when she saw who it was. "You know, you shouldn't keep a lady waiting," she said mockingly. "So, to what do I owe for this call?"

He subtly took in a deep breath, then exhaled. "I'm looking to acquire Dust in large quantities as quickly as possible. That is my terms."

The woman quirked her brow, mirth still there. "Not even a hello? And aren't you all demanding. Tell me, what are you willing to do for your precious Dust?"

The answer couldn't have been easier.

"Anything."

Neo talks here, I know, I suck. I truly thought she was able to talk. She has a voice actress, damn it!

Trivia:

1-As I was brainstorming this story, the real main character was going to be Sasori, but thought Sasuke would do the things I need to make this story as I wanted. I have different plans for our favorite puppeteer. Yes, he's your favorite too, NO ARGUMENTS!

2-Initially during the first outline, Sasuke was supposed to read a storybook that talks about interdimensional travel that he'll use. Of course, that sounded fucking stupid and not something he would take seriously. Seals as a way home sounds much more believable for him to trust.

3-I instantly grew a beard after fighting three bears and winning. For those who don't know, this was an old trivia that I thought was funny. . . it still is.

Pancake is love, pancake is life. Cinnamon toast is also the most amazing thing ever! Sasuke doesn't know what he's talking about, the fool!