Weiss smiled lightly to herself as she walked through the streets of Vale. Night had fallen and team RWBY had just finished a 'light' study session, which she had planned, and she felt like it had gone exceptionally well. They had discovered that Ruby was a genius at all things related to math, Yang was incredibly knowledgeable about nutrition and generally anything related to keeping your body healthy and strong, and that Blake knew almost everything there was to know about the history of the world. It was because of this that Weiss felt confident that one of them would be at the top of every single class they had during their stay at Beacon, and that was a thought that definitely brightened her day.

The white-haired huntress in training had actually gone to Vale for a small shopping trip. She wanted to give each of her teammates little gifts to celebrate the fact that they had just completed what was technically their first major team building exercise. She felt odd trying to think of gifts to give them, even if she was only looking for minor ones, as she had only really had an acceptably long conversation with one of them, once.

A sigh left the heiress' lips as she thought about how little the team spoke to each other during their time together. It was essentially Ruby's fault, she had realized the day prior, though she doubted her team leader did it intentionally. The silver-eyed member of team RWBY was simply too closed off, and somehow it caused Blake and Weiss to be less social than they normally would have been. She was willing to claim that it even had an affect on Yang. The few times that Ruby had spoken with her teammates, were times where it would have either been exceptionally rude to stay silent, or where she had been spoken to directly.

It reminded Weiss of something her father had told her a long time ago, before he had been consumed by greed. 'If even one worker is unhappy, then it brings down the morale of everyone who has to work alongside him, so we need to do our best to treat our employees as best as we can, to keep everyone happy.' It was a great quote, and if he had continued to live by those words, the rest of his family would still love him. However, as it stood he was consumed by greed, no one loved him, and he loved no one.

With a shake of her head, Weiss brought her thoughts back to her team, and made a promise to herself that she would talk to Ruby about trying to find ways to encourage each other to talk more, at least with their fellow teammates. She was so preoccupied with her thoughts, that she almost didn't notice the person rushing towards her. As it was, she was still too late to respond. She was picked up by this person, and carried down a maze of back alleys and side roads until eventually they ended up in an unoccupied, yet lit, baseball field. Weiss had barely managed to avoid panicking, as images of what the stranger might have planned to do to her flashed through her mind, but as she stood facing him, it became apparent that the man before her was planning on fighting, a noise by her feet drew her attention to the fact that Myrtenaster was laying on the ground in front of her. She hesitantly bent down to pick up her weapon, keeping her eyes fixed on the stranger in front of her at all times, and assumed a combat stance

He was the basic definition of average. He stood at an average height, had black hair, and blue eyes, wore a plain black t-shirt, blue jeans, and white tennis shoes. He was also holding what appeared to be a plain straight sword. The only thing that wasn't seemingly average about him, was the fact that he seemed incredibly fit, he didn't have bulging muscles, but the muscles that she could see on his forearm appeared as if they were perfectly sculpted out of stone. He made no move to attack her, seemingly content to wait for her to attack first.

Wanting to appear dignified and unfazed, Weiss straightened her back and addressed the stranger. "Who are you, how did you get my weapon, and what do you want from me?" She asked with as much confidence as she could muster, her icy-blue eyes betraying the worry she felt.

"I have no name," the man said in a deep voice. "How I got your weapon isn't important. I am here to administer a test. Come at me with everything you have, if I don't manage to knock you unconscious, you pass."

After team RWBY's group study session, Blake went to the roof of the dorms to engage in what had recently become her favorite pastime, stargazing. She thought back to the study session earlier that day, where Weiss and Ruby both proved themselves to be harsh taskmasters as far as studying was concerned. The raven-haired member of team RWBY had almost outright laughed at the look of horror that crossed Yang's face when Ruby smashed all of the calculators they had brought into dust.

"I will not stand for such blasphemy from my own teammates," Ruby had declared vehemently in response to the looks of shock, and in Yang's case horror, that she had received from her teammates. "If you need calculators to do your math for you, then you haven't studied enough."

Luckily for the team, Ruby proved to be very good at breaking everything down so it was easier to understand. She also gave them tips and catchy jingles to help them remember what kind of equations to use when, and how to solve certain types of problems. In all honesty, Blake thought Ruby would have been a great tutor, if it weren't for the fact that she didn't believe in explaining anything twice. If you didn't catch on the first time, then only divine intervention would get her to explain it to you again. Something that Yang, sadly, needed a lot of. The leader of team RWBY was also unforgiving. If you made a small mistake, she'd hand you a blank piece of paper and tell you to try again, without giving any tips as to what you did wrong. Though if you messed up three times in a row she would show you where you were making your mistake(s).

Weiss also proved to be a strict tutor. She even wanted to give everyone extra homework to help improve their grades. Ruby had forbidden her from doing so though. The white-haired member of team RWBY proved to be a terrible tutor though. She knew everything, sure, but she didn't know how to simplify it so that another person could possibly understand it. Blake was almost willing to bet that Yang learned more new words today than she did of any of the subjects they were supposed to be studying.

By the end of the study session, it was revealed that Yang was the only person who truly needed any kind of tutoring in order to have acceptable grades in her classes, but that even with them she'd likely not do too good unless she personally found a reason to try in her classes.

The sound of metal landing on concrete next to her drew Blake's attention, and when she turned to look she found Gambol Shroud laying next to her. Almost immediately, she grabbed her weapon, jumped into a combat stance, and looked for whoever had thrown her her weapon. Who she found, was not anyone she had been expecting. Blake found herself face to face with a fox faunus, who had crimson red eyes, and pure white hair. She was clad in a black shirt underneath deep blue, form fitting armor that had large gaps around her joints to prevent it from impeding any movements. The new visitor didn't seem that tall, if anything she was just barely taller than Weiss, and she held a deep blue glaive that was a little taller than she was herself.

"You are Blake Belladonna, correct?" The visitor asked emotionlessly.

"Who are you?" Blake asked with obvious animosity in her voice.

"My name is Onix Thorn," the blue armor clad woman responded. "Are you Blake Belladonna?"

A few moments passed before the amber-eyed girl responded. "I am."

"Good, then I've found the right person," Onix said while brandishing her glaive and getting into a relaxed combat stance. "Prove your worth to me."

Yang was on her way to a small bar in Vale. The study session team RWBY had had earlier that day had only taught her two things. One, Ruby was the queen of demons, and two, Weiss was a somewhat lesser demon. Why were they so insistent that she get good grades in all of her classes anyway? It's not like anything that she'd learn from said classes would help her in combat. Heck, one of the reasons she was a brawler was because she didn't want to have to think or strategize while fighting people, and while she had been repeatedly criticized on her fighting style, she was still one of the best fighters in her class, so she couldn't be too wrong in what she was doing. Or at least, that was her philosophy.

Anger boiled up in her as she recalled the image of her younger sister reducing her calculator to dust as they started studying for their math class. How was she supposed to do math if she didn't have a calculator? Yet Ruby didn't care, no, she kept pushing them harder to memorize the equations, and learn how to solve everything on their own. Something about how if they were in a situation where they actually needed what they were learning, needing a calculator would only drag them down. What's worse, is that Yang thought she was a form of twisted amusement in her sister's eyes as she looked at the rest of team RWBY and took in their shocked expressions. Shaking her head, Yang decided it was probably best if she didn't dwell on her demon sibling.

As the blonde bombshell of team RWBY was walking down the street, she felt someone poke her, repeatedly. Initially she tried to ignore the person who had either mistaken her for a friend, or was intentionally trying to annoy her, but eventually it got too much and she whirled around to glare at the poor person who had annoyed her so.

A short girl, with hair that was mostly pink, with a large brown section that made up most of the left half, stared back at her with an innocent expression on her wore a white coat that had the front cut off at her abdomen, and had some pink highlights, overtop a black, tight fitting shirt. She also wore black jeans, and white high-heeled, knee-high boots. After a few minutes of staring at each other, the shorter of the two pulled out a note and handed it to Yang.

Hello miss, you seem kinda angry, would you like to fight me?

Yang stared at the note in disbelief for a few moments before looking back at the girl in front of her. "Why would you want to fight me?"

The small girl gave a shrug and a smile in response to Yang's question, before turning and walking away. Yang, despite her better judgement, found herself following the mysterious girl in front of her. A fight would be better for dealing with her frustrations anyway. After leading Yang to what appeared to be an open field, the multi-colored girl brandished an umbrella that Yang hadn't noticed before, and took a relaxed combat stance.

"If you don't take this seriously, you're going to get beat up."

The only response the girl saw fit to give was another light-hearted shrug, which prompted Yang to charge at her with a confident grin spreading on her face.

A/N

Hey Everyone, this one annoyed the crap out of me, because as I was writing, I realized I had to split it roughly in half. Not because it would have been super long, though it would have been by far the longest chapter I have posted, but because it would have had no less than seven different scenes, and the idea of having that amount of scene breaks in one chapter infuriated me for no apparent reason. It also doesn't help that the scenes in this chapter are around 650 words only, on average, and the ones in the next chapter aren't going to be too much longer, so looking at it in the doc made me feel more like I'm writing a collection of extremely short stories, rather than one actual story. On the downside, you only get a part of what you would have gotten today, on the upside, you should get the rest soon :P (I say the word 'soon' a lot, I'm beginning to wonder if it means what I think it means.) Nyway, please leave a review with any constructive criticism you have to give, and let me know what you liked or didn't like about the chapter in particular. Hope you all have a great day.