Let's keep 'er going, shall we? In this episode, mystery boy runs into Blake for the first time. This will have a bit of an episode-following section, but mostly from our mystery man's POV. Also, a few scenes will be non-episode related.

Please enjoy!

The "Dancing Rogue" leaned against the bar counter in a casual pose, starring down at a watch he wore on his wrist. He seemed to be waiting for something to happen. As he stared at the watch, he noticed a nasty looking thug speaking to one of the men who tended the club he was in from out of the corner of his eye. The thug left the building in a hurry, and the boy smiled. He started speaking aloud after he had given the thug time to leave, as if reading a script.

"The Three Bears have left the building to let their porridge cool. Give her a little time...and, enter Goldilocks."

As if on cue, the doors to the club opened up, and a certain golden haired Huntress walked in. The boy looked back down at the floor, but this time it seemed more as a means to avoid eye contact with the newcomer. Not that he didn't want to see her or vice versa; it was more to seem casual in case they were being watched. He heard footsteps approach the counter over the sound of the music blaring from the DJ stand, and they stopped next to him. Looking to his left, the boy saw a familiar pair of shoes beside him. He really liked the color of them; they seemed to suit her well.

"Strawberry Sunrise," a familiar female voice said next to him, as the girl ordered a drink from the counter, "No ice. Thanks."

"You're late, Goldilocks," the boy said playfully, as he looked up into a pair of familiar purple eyes. "You were supposed to come in a few seconds earlier. Guess we'll have to rehearse that scene again, but we'll need to see progress soon. The play is in a few more weeks, ya know."

Yang let out a chuckle. "Oh, I wasn't aware that rehearsals were today. Otherwise, I would've arrived earlier."

The boy chuckled, then asked in a more serious tone, "Have you gotten any more leads on our dust thief?"

"Nothing so far," Yang replied, leaning against the counter with him, "and my time at Beacon isn't exactly allowing for much flexibility."

"I forget that you still take classes, Blondie," the boy smiled. "Maybe I've been asking too much of you?"

"Not at all," Yang said reassuringly, "If anything, you're not asking enough from me."

"Are you sure?" the boy asked with concern, "I wouldn't want to push you too far..."

Yang laughed and slugged his shoulder. "You worry too much! I think I can handle it."

The boy chuckled, then stood up and said, "Well, we'd better get moving. I may not have much either, but at the least I know where another shipment may be. I think that it's time we paid one of Roman's goons a visit."

Yang nodded and started to follow him out, but then stopped when the boy walked back to the counter and grabbed a drink from off it and replaced it with some cash. He handed the drink to Yang and smirked.

"Wouldn't want you to leave without your drink, now would we?"

Yang smiled back and took a sip.

"Well, you certainly know how to be a gentleman when you have to be."

The boy just laughed again. "Let's go Goldilocks, before the porridge gets too cold!"

"I'd say that was a disaster, if it wasn't for the fact that I actually enjoy ending the night with a little collateral damage on the enemy's side," the boy remarked as he and Yang both recalled the events of tonight's intrusion. The two had once again caught Roman's men off guard in yet another one of their hideouts and had caused a mayhem among his troops. However, it seemed that the two had been expected to show in some way, as there had been higher security measures and plenty of firepower to oppose them. Unfortunately for Roman's thugs, they had sadly been outmatched either way. Now, the two shared a good laugh over the fight they had had with the dust thieves.

"It wasn't all bad," Yang said reassuringly. "At least we gave them a good time. I hope they invite us back sometime soon."

"I'll say," the boy replied. "I was particularly interested in your display at the end Blondie." He laughed. "Remind me to NEVER get you that mad at me! You literally tore that entire crate in half- a shipping crate made of metal, mind you! I would've shaken your hand in congratulations at that point, but at the time I was afraid that you'd rip it clean off."

Yang laughed playfully when she heard this. "Aww! I forgot that you're still scared of my strength at times!"

"Why wouldn't I be? Anyone in their right mind would be terrified to see someone tear apart a shipping crate with their BARE HANDS. Besides, who said that I was scared? I've seen plenty of things that top that."

"Oh, don't take it so seriously. I was just playing with you, Dancy Pants! Come on, let's just kiss and make up like friends."

The boy looked at Yang hard when she said this. It was clear that he hadn't expected this to occur. He raised an eyebrow at her, but a slight hint of hope was in his eyes.

"You're joking, right?" he asked as he stared at her. Her only response was a giggle as she pulled a strand of her hair away from her face. The boy realized where that would get him, however, and smirked.

"While I appreciate the offer madame, I'm afraid that I can't afford a broken nose this week."

Yang laughed. "Guess you saw too much between me and Junior then."

"Well, I get to see a lot of what goes on here in Vale. Not much goes unnoticed in my line of work...at least not without the proper help."

"Proper help?" Yang seemed interested. "Like what?"

"Black market deals, people on the wrong side of the law, the usual," the boy said. And some that are beyond us which we later regret, he thought to himself.

Yang noticed his troubled look, but instead of pursuing it further, she said with a smile, "I should probably get back to Beacon. They'll be turning in for the night soon and I wouldn't want to be late."

"Of course," the boy nodded. "Take care, Goldilocks. I'd hate to see you on the teachers' bad sides."

Yang hopped on Bumble Bee and drove off towards Beacon. The boy waited until she was long gone, then sighed and hung his head sadly.

"Ozpin, whatever you're planning, please make it work this time," he whispered aloud, "I've lost too much already in this fight. I don't want to lose another whom I..."

He suddenly seemed to realize what he was saying and shook his head.

"You can't already be feeling like that towards her!" he scolded himself, "You barely know her on a personal level and she knows even less about you!" His tone softened a bit as he remembered all the trouble they had caused for the thugs over the month.

"She is pretty good at fighting, though," he admitted. "Cute smile, healthy form, charming personality...and such beautiful hair too. Yeah, she's quite a rare find..." He suddenly slapped himself as if his hand had a mind of its own.

"What is wrong with me?! She's a Huntress and you're a Rogue! She should be turning me in if she ever found out what I've done! And I said that I'd never- that is, I-" He sighed in defeat. "Oh, what's the point of arguing? I can't stop thinking about Blondie...in fact, come to think of it, I haven't felt this way towards anyone ever since..."

He stopped himself again and sighed heavily.

"I lost so much to...her," he spat the last word out in disgust, clearly talking about someone else now, "She pretended to be a friend, to help me...and then stabbed me in the back! Whether I get back into the game or not, I WILL NOT let her take anyone else from me again!"

He disappeared into the shadows of an alley without a sound.

"Not this time..."

"I don't understand why this is causing such a problem!"

"That is the problem!"

"Sheesh, they certainly know how to cause a ruckus," the Dancing Rogue stated aloud as he listened in on the conversation. He wasn't that close to Team RWBY's window, but he could still hear everything that they said, thanks to a bug he had planted in their room the month before meeting Yang. In fact, he had bugged most of Beacon truthfully, but a lot of them had been deactivated thanks to Ozpin.

"He sure knows how to get under my skin," the boy remarked in regards to the bugs, "Does he want me to reveal myself publicly? Surely by now he knows that it's me."

The boy sighed as he continued to listen.

"...People like me?!"

"You're discriminatory!"

"I'm a victim! You want to know why I despise the White Fang? Why I don't particularly trust the Faunus? It's because they've been at war with my family for years. War. As in actual bloodshed. My grandfather's company has had a target painted across its back for as long as I can remember. And ever since I was a child, I've watched family friends disappear, board members executed, an entire train car full of Dust...stolen. And every day, my father would come home furious, and that made for a very difficult childhood."

"Weiss, I-"

"No!"

"Wait, that's the girl I helped out with Roman isn't it?" the boy realized. "Huh! Never thought I'd see her with one of Mr. Schnee's family members. But I'm more curious in our little friend that's arguing with his daughter." He listened with more interest.

"You want to know why I despise the White Fang? It's because they're a bunch of liars! Thieves! And murderers!"

"Well maybe we were just tired of being pushed around!"

A silence followed quickly after that, and the boy scratched his chin with interest.

"So I was right..." he muttered. He listened for more.

"I-"

He heard a rush of wind from the bug, followed by Ruby's voice calling for her to come back. Not long after, he saw Blake herself running along the path to Beacon's doors. He sighed as he watched her come to a stop. Looking down at the ground, she pulled off the bow she wore, revealing a pair of cat ears which had been hidden away. She seemed on the verge of tears...

"I had a feeling that you were a Faunus," the boy said kindly.

Blake looked up to him, noticing him standing on top of the statue in front of her. He smiled warmly at her in heartfelt sympathy. Blake, however, was wary of him.

"Who are you?" she demanded. The boy held up his hands in a non-threatening gesture.

"Relax, I'm a friend of Yang's. But, in case that's not good enough, at least know that I don't share the same views as Miss Schnee."

Blake relaxed slightly when she heard this, but was still on guard. The boy dropped down in front of her and said kindly, "Why don't you walk with me? The night's still young and I would be more than happy to listen to what you have to say."

"And why would I do that?" Blake asked, placing her hands on her weapons. The boy laughed.

"I'm not gonna mug you, if that's what you think! Besides," he said kindly, "I too know a thing or two about discrimination."

Blake hesitated just a moment longer, then lowered her guard and followed him off the campus.

"Well, that's quite the story," the boy said to her, sipping from a glass he held in his hands. He and Blake had decided to sit on a bench outside a restaurant and talked more freely as the night carried on. Blake ended up telling him everything about herself, including her involvement with the White Fang. When she was finished, the boy had been rather sympathetic.

"The White Fang are not in the right for what they do and Weiss rightly accuses them for it, but I understand why they'd resort to such measures. People can only take so much before they snap, and if they can't win one way then most try to win another way."

Blake nodded gravely, then asked him, "Why are you so open to my kind? You are one of the very things that hate us with a passion, yet you show a different side to humans. Why?"

The boy smiled again and said, "My mother was a Faunus, but my father was a human. They didn't care about Faunus and human rivalries at the time, nor did they ever. They too wanted peace between the two species, but not in the way that the White Fang operates today. As such, I guess you could say that I had the proper heritage growing up to realize the problems with both sides."

Blake lifted her head higher when she heard this and her ears perked up too. The boy chuckled when he noticed that and continued, "Humans fear what they don't understand, and that fear can turn to hate. When they fear something, they hope to somehow eliminate the source of that fear if possible. Sadly, it's that same fear that makes them forget their own flaws. They never bother to wonder if maybe the Faunus feel the same way. All they care is that the possibility of a threat is eliminated. Meanwhile, the Faunus feel threatened by the humans and rightly so. When a beast is threatened, it will choose to run or fight back. The Faunus have decided to do the latter through the White Fang. It's not right, but they don't know any other way that seems to work."

Blake managed a small smile at the boy, then he asked her, "You mentioned a connection with the White Fang. Did Adam ever mention me?"

"What?" Blake was confused.

"A human supporting the White Fang in person?"

"No. You know Adam?"

"Figures. I guess at this point, it would be bad for propaganda. In answer to your question, Adam and I have a history with each other. We used to be friends to some extent, but while I strove for equality for the Faunus peacefully, he went down a darker path, as you may already know. I told him that I would no longer support the White Fang if he continued down this path, and he...tried to kill me. Emphasis on tried. I spared his life out of pity, for I still hoped that he would change. Guess I was wrong." The boy chuckled sadly. "Sometimes, I wonder if I would've stopped this violence if I had killed him. Or perhaps, I only would've strengthened the White Fang's resolve through the death of their leader. But I won't give up on the idea of equality between our species, and neither should you."

Blake was silent as the boy left his seat.

"Well, I'd better get going. I need to make my rounds for the night. Take care, Blake. Oh, and take this."

He placed a card down on the bench next to her. On the card was a symbol of a disco ball surrounded by Faunus and human figures.

"Whenever you're in trouble, need some answers, or just wanna talk, show this card to the guys who run the clubs around here. They'll provide sanctuary and help you with what you need."

The boy gave her one last smile, before throwing a multi-colored smoke bomb to the ground. When the smoke cleared, he was gone.

The boy watched as a Faunus with a monkey tail joined Blake shortly after his departure from the safety of the rooftops. He sighed as he watched her.

"Don't give up, Blake," he muttered as he left.

"The day will come..."

Well, this is getting interesting. Let me know what you think so far and I'll see you then!

TTFN! Ta ta for now!