"Please let this pass without incident." Crue begged as he sat down at the lunch table. The cafeteria was bustling with activity, people talking about what had transpired during the day and interesting gossip.

Crue was seated at the same table as RWBY and JNPR, and was desperately hoping nothing bad would happen. "Ok, I know it's not the start of Volume 2 cause Ruby's here." His eyes flickered to the young reaper, who was munching on a cookie.

"Where did she get that?" He thought as he looked down at his own meal. "And why do I have so much meat?" Crue forked a small piece of meat and chomped down on it. His eyes widened at the sudden flavour.

"Is this because I'm part Wolf now? You racist fucker." He then watched as Blake shoved a tuna sandwich down her gullet. "Never mind. Point proven." He continued with his meal, eyes roaming over the cafeteria, trying to spot people he recognised.

He saw team BLDD sitting in a corner, a dark cloud hovering above them, eating food that was completely black in colour. "2 edgy 4 me. That's what you're going for right?" Crue returned to his search, noticing a pair of bunny ears above the crowd.

His heart rate suddenly picked up as he stared at the ears. His mouth ran dry and he had to drink some of his water. "What the fuck was that?" He pondered, staring at his food. "I can't tell if you're pulling the race thing again with wolves and rabbits, but I'm not eating her." He paused at that thought. "In either way."

He continued eating his meal, occasionally talking with the others. Nora was rambling about a dream she had had, with Ren correcting her. Crue slowly poked at his food, wondering exactly how 'The Author' would mess this up.

"Don't have Cardin come in and be a dick to Velvet, cause he won't survive it. You know that." Crue's eyes scanned the crowd, looking for one asshole in particular. When he didn't see the offending auburn hair, he turned back to the group.

"What do we have after this?" Crue asked the group.

Weiss turned to him. "After this we have Dust Preparation with Professor Peach." Crue blanked at the name. "She doesn't seem to be around often though." She added as an afterthought.

"Seriously." Crue nodded. "You don't know what to say she looks like do you?" He thought with a smirk, eating his food. He felt a piece of meat lodge itself in his throat, causing him to cough violently. After a few thumps of his chest, and reassuring everyone else he was ok, he managed to swallow it.

"You tried to kill me because I made a joke. Fucking hell man." He coughed once more. "Went down wrong." He excused, drinking some of his water.

The rest of the meal went down without any near death experiences for anyone. They got up from the table, leaving their trays in a collecting bin. Crue followed them to a classroom that had a note on it.

"Students, your experiment today is to create lightning dust, instructions and ingredients can be found on the desks. Please split into groups of two." Pyrrha read off the note. Crue was instantly left on his own, the two teams splitting into their partner groups.

"Sorry Crue." Ruby apologised. "I'm sure you'll find someone to pair up with though." She smiled, taking a small table to herself and Weiss. Crue noticed how dissimilar this classroom was to the others. The other class's he had been to had all been in rooms similar to lecture halls, whereas this one looked like a science classroom, with tables scattered around the room.

Crue noticed a single empty table, realising that it must be for him. "So, who pray tell are you going to pair me up with." He sat down at the table, looking at the equipment set out before him. There were several measuring jugs, a set of tweezers, a Bunsen burner and a large amount of dust in different vials.

"I haven't a clue what the hell any of this is." Crue muttered, prodding one of the dust vials.

"Um, excuse me." He heard a soft voice. It was so quiet he probably wouldn't have picked it up if it weren't for his heightened sense of hearing. Crue turned around, seeing someone who sent his heart racing, and not in a good way.

"Everywhere else is full. Could I join you?" Velvet asked, rubbing her hands together awkwardly.

"Of course." Crue nodded, gesturing to the empty seat beside him. Velvet smiled gratefully, taking the seat.

"My names Velvet." She told him, a light smile on her face.

"I'm Crue. It's nice to meet another Faunus." Crue smiled at her, eyes flicking to her rabbit ears, which twitched lightly upon being mentioned.

Velvet nodded in agreement. "It is. Even if our species wouldn't particularly get along." She whispered.

Crue tilted his head in confusion. "What do you mean?" He asked. Velvet gained a confused look, staring at Crue strangely. Something seemed to click in his head. "Oh, I should probably mention I have amnesia." He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"Oh, then that's understandable." Velvet pardoned his confusion. "We, that is, Faunus, haven't always been on the best of terms with each other. In fact, the only time we've been able to cooperate properly was when we had to fight against humans."

"Herbivores and Carnivores have always had their differences. And, this isn't any offense to you by the way, carnivorous Faunus have always been a bit more, vicious." Velvet chose her words carefully, eyes on Crue's heritage. "There have even been some cases where a carnivorous Faunus went feral, and there were even some cases of cannibalism."

Crue blanked at that, a look of horror on his face. "Jesus." He muttered. "I can't believe that." He turned away from Velvet, staring at the equipment. "I didn't know anything like that could even happen."

"That would explain why my hearts trying to break out of my chest." Crue thought sarcastically, feeling his heart hammering against his rib cage. He turned back to Velvet. "As weird as this sounds I feel like I need to say it."

"I'm not going to eat you." As soon as he said those words, his heart rate returned to normal. Velvet smiled at him gently.

"I know that. You seem like a civilised person." She turned to the equipment. "We should probably get started. Although, seeing as you have amnesia, I'm guessing you don't know what to do." Crue nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry. I'll walk you through all the important things." Velvet said sweetly, hands grabbing a few key components.

Crue watched and listened with interest as she explained how mixing types of dust would create other kinds. She showed Crue the measurements required to mix dust together without it becoming volatile. Crue helped out by measuring and pouring when Velvet instructed him to.

All the while, Velvet was giving him titbits of information about herself. "Wait, so if you're a second year why are in a first year class?" He noticed how Velvet's ears drooped at that question. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to." He immediately informed her.

Velvet threw him a grateful smile, but shook her head. "No, it's fine. It was a legitimate question." Crue noticed her Australian accent came out of hiding. "I am a brilliant fighter. But, I was so focused on training my body, I didn't really have any time to train my mind. So, I failed a few of my end of term exams."

"Professor Ozpin was very kind though. He said I only needed to retake the classes I failed, and that I could still be a part of my team." She smiled gently. "So, the only classes I need to take are this, History, and Home Economics." Crue blinked at the last one.

"We have Home Ec?" He asked. Velvet nodded. "Huh. I haven't had that class yet. I only joined Beacon yesterday."

"Well that's fine. We don't have it today anyway. This is our last class of the day actually." She poured a measuring of dust into a container, electing a small reaction from the mixture.

"We only need one more thing now." Velvet told Crue, grabbing a mixture they had made previously. "Would you like to do the honours?" She held the mixture of Fire and Wind dust to Crue. Crue shook his head and held up his hands defensively.

"I don't trust myself enough to handle it." He told her. "Besides, you've done most of the work. You should do it." He smiled at Velvet, who nodded with a light blush. She carefully combined the two mixtures, causing them to glow brightly.

When the glow faded, the dust was coloured a light blue. "Did it work?" Crue asked, touching the glass container. Crue felt a shiver as static electricity coursed through him. He heard Velvet giggling, and turned to see what was so funny.

"Your, your hair." She said through giggles. Crue's free hand instantly went to his head, feeling his hair. He could feel them all standing on end and waving slightly. Crue realised that the dust container acted similar to how a plasma ball would.

Crue smiled and grasped Velvet's hand. Velvet let out an 'eep' as Crue pressed her finger against the container. Her fair stood on end, causing her to look very similar to the bride of Frankenstein, if she had brown hair. Because of how long Velvet's hair was, it completely hid her rabbit ears. Velvet turned to Crue, and began laughing.

The two of them shared a good laugh before removing their fingers from the newly made dust. Velvet's hair fell over her face, reminding Crue of Cousin It. He snickered as Velvet's face appeared from behind her hair. She blew a few loose strands away and styled her hair back to normal.

"We can leave this in now." Velvet told Crue, slipping on the dust proof gloves. She gripped the container and placed a rubber lid on the top, putting a label on the glass. Velvet signed her own name, and Crue followed suit. She stood up and dropped the vial off on the teacher's desk. Or rather where the teacher should be.

Luckily, Crue noticed something bad about to happen just before it did. He had finally found that particular shade of auburn that pissed him off, and noticed it was a row or two in front of him. He noticed, but Velvet didn't, Cardin's foot sticking out slightly from behind his desk. Velvet clipped the foot, stumbling forward.

Within seconds, Crue had gotten up from his own seat, arms out to catch Velvet. Vevlet landed in his arms, staring up at her saviour. "Looks like you fell for me." Crue smirked. Velvet's face instantly turned red, and it didn't help that Yang gave a loud whistle at the comment.

Crue helped Velvet back to her feet, shooting a glare at Cardin, who turned away, angry that his plan had failed. They sat back in their seat, Velvet still wearing a blush and Crue looking forward normally. "I can't tell if you're trying to make this work. But I will give props where props are due. That was smooth as fuck."

"I probably made you feel really awkward huh." Crue said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "I uh, I didn't really know what else to say."

Velvet looked up to Crue, blushing lightly. "It's ok. It was just a spur of the moment thing right?" Crue nodded. "Then it's ok. Thank you, though. For catching me." Crue just nodded again, a smile on his face.

"Don't worry about it. Us Faunus have to look out for each other." They fell into a comfortable silence. Soon afterwards, the bell rang, prompting everyone to gather their things and exit the class room. "See you round Velvet." Crue waved as he headed in the direction of the first year dorms.

Velvet waved goodbye, heading in the opposite direction of Crue. Crue watched as she walked away, turning around when she rounded a corner. He came face to face with bright lilac eyes, causing him to jump in the air in shock.

"Oh, Yang. It's just you." He then recalled what had transpired earlier and crossed his legs. "It's you." Yang rolled her eyes.

"I'm not trophy hunting." She told him, arms crossed under her breasts. "But, it looks like you were." She winked, eyes staring at the point where Velvet had turned the corner. Crue sighed, and was about to explain but another voice did it for him.

"Yang. Leave him be." Weiss said, grabbing the blonde by the ear. "He was simply being polite and stopping her from falling."

Crue nodded in agreement. "Thank you." Weiss smiled appreciatively. "And besides, what I said was a spur of the moment thing."

"So you don't find her attractive?" Yang pushed.

"I don't know what I find attractive." Crue responded. "Alright, amnesia, time to help out." "I can't remember who or what I like. I could be gay for all I know." He threw his hands up in exaggeration.

"That is a serious case of amnesia if you can't remember what you find attractive." Blake said, eyes slightly wide.

"Well, what do you find attractive?" Crue questioned, trying to shake the subject.

Blake's cheeks instantly turned red. "Whoever the main character of her latest smut book is." Yang grinned, answering Crue's question. Blake's blush intensified as she whacked Yang's arm.

"Yang! It's not smut!" She defended. "So it IS porn." Crue thought.

"Oh right, right." Yang waved her hands. "It's an, 'adult romance novel'." Yang said through air quotes.

Crue could see the impending fight, and apparently so could everyone else. "HEY LET'S GO TO VALE!" Ruby shouted, stopping the fight instantly.

"Vale?" Crue asked.

"It's the city where Beacon is situated." Weiss informed him. Crue nodded. "You better let me find out some excuse as to why I already know this." He glared at the ceiling.

"Are there stores and stuff?" Crue asked. They all nodded. "Cool. Cause I need to get some stuff." Crue received strange glances.

"Like what?" Yang asked.

"I don't know. A toothbrush?" He offered. They all showed looks similar to that of a goldfish, upon realising what 'stuff' he was talking about. "Pyjamas, things to take notes with. That kind of stuff."

"Well then, let's get going!" Yang exclaimed, grabbing Crue around the neck and dragging him with her, his head uncomfortably close to her breasts. "MAKE HER LET ME GO RIGHT NOW! I SWEAR TO FUCK GET ME AWAY FROM HER TITS!"

Yang released Crue, who gratefully sucked in air. "No one, from the main cast. Not RWBY, not JNPR. Hell! Not even CFVY. I will not date any of the protagonists here." Crue matched the others pace as they approached a bullhead.

"I hope you're not like Vomit Boy." Yang said as they boarded the flying ship. Crue tilted his head at Yang, feigning confusion.

"Yang." Ruby whispered. "He doesn't know why you call Jaune that."

Yang's eyes widened slightly. "Oh right. The whole 'only showing up now' thing." She waved a hand. "You see, on our trip into Beacon, Jaune .A.K.A. Vomit Boy, threw up. On my shoes." Crue winced at the description.

"Yes, he also induces the feeling of vomiting." Weiss muttered, checking her nails. The others frowned at that. They understood Weiss' opinion of Jaune, but that didn't mean they had to agree with it.

"Come on Weiss. He's not that bad." Ruby defended.

"Has he ever flirted with you?" Weiss accused. Ruby instantly blushed and Yang cracked her knuckles.

"Not if he values his life he hasn't." Crue could see her hair flare dangerously at the idea of anyone trying out moves on her little sister.

"THAT! Is why I ain't messing with the mains." Crue thought. He didn't realise it at first, but the bullhead had started moving a short while ago. Crue gazed out the window, staring at the moving scenery. "Wow. It's so pretty." Crue muttered, staring down.

"Yeah. Beacon's got some of the best views." Ruby said, joining Crue by the window and looking out at the sights.

…

A short while later, the bullhead landed, the group getting off and making their way into Vale. Crue just stared at his surroundings, wide eyed and slack jawed. "I am actually in Vale. It's amazing how I keep forgetting this stuff wasn't real like a week ago."

"The first thing you need is a toothbrush." Weiss told him. "And some toiletries. Have you showered since you've been here?" Weiss asked, raising an eyebrow.

Crue held up a single finger and opened his mouth, then lowered his finger and closed his jaw. "To be fair, someone must have cleaned me in the infirmary, cause I was covered in Grimm blood." He defended. That seemed reasonable enough.

Weiss held a small sneer. "Well you can have your first proper shower tonight."

"Yeah. And we can go through the stuff you bought." Yang joked, lightly elbowing Crue.

"Something tells me you won't want to see what he buys." Blake smirked, causing Crue to blush.

"I don't want to know what you're suggesting." He put his hands up, blocking out anything Blake may say. "I'm just here to try and survive."

They entered a shop that held everything Crue would have needed and more. He let out a low whistle, looking at all of the merchandise. "This place should have everything you need." Weiss told him, examining a white pencil case.

Crue walked through the aisles, looking at everything the store had to offer. "You're going to make me get blue stuff again aren't you." Crue thought as he idly picked up a dark blue toothbrush. "Seriously. What is your deal with blue? Is it symbolic or some shit? Does it secretly show your deep depression?"

Crue stopped after he picked up a set of blue boxers. "Ok, that was too far." He picked up everything else he needed if he was going to live in a college, all of it varying shades of blue. Just before going to pay for everything he had acquired, he realised something dreadful.

"Weiss." He hissed from behind a shelf, getting the attention of the heiress. Weiss joined him in the aisle, wondering what he needed her for. "I have, a problem."

"What is it?" Weiss asked, instinctively taking a step back.

Crue fiddled with his fingers awkwardly. "I, don't know how money works." He looked down at the ground, refusing to meet her eyes.

"I'm sorry, what?" Weiss said in disbelief.

"I forget how lien works!" Crue told her. "I can't remember what the different cards mean and it's just so confusing." He sighed lightly. "I ligit don't know how this shit works. So you better give me a decent explanation."

"I see." Weiss said, trying not to laugh. "Well, it's quite simple really. Let me see your wallet." Crue handed over the requested item. Weiss opened and took out four different coloured cards.

"Now, each card is a different currency. You see that little dot." Weiss pointed a pale finger at a green card. Crue nodded. "That tells you how much the card is worth." The card's design was simple. On the four corners it held an 'L' with a line through it. In the centre was a circle with the map of Remnant. Under the circle were dots.

"If you don't feel like counting just remember it this way." Weiss split the cards up based on colour. "Green is one. Turquoise is five. Pink is ten. Yellow is twenty. Blue is fifty." Crue took the cards off her, examining them.

"Anything bigger?" He asked, flitting through the cards. Weiss looked in his wallet, flicking through what was left.

"You don't have anything larger than that. But for future reference, grey is one hundred, white is one thousand." She handed the wallet back to Crue, who took it gratefully.

"Great. Thanks Weiss." He smiled at her. She got a faint blush as she smiled back.

"Don't worry about it. It's not like I could let someone go around not knowing how currency works." She turned around and walked down the aisle, stopping to pick up a pen with a snow flake on it.

"TUSNDERE!" Crue called out within his mind. He walked away from the scene, approaching the person behind the counter. "Oh it's the old dude." Crue thought as he set the purchases down, smiling at the man.

The elderly shopkeep smiled back, tallying up his total. A small ding sounded and it came to 35 Lien. The man held up a plastic bag in his hand, making an enquiring noise. Crue shrugged. "Yeah, sure why not." The man hit another button and the number changed to 36.

Crue took out his wallet and looked at the Lien, recalling Weiss' lesson. "Yellow is twenty, pink is ten, turquoise is five, green is one." He handed over a card of each of those to the wrinkled man, who took them and placed them in the register.

He nodded to Crue and handed him the bag with his items in it. Crue left the shop, seeing the other four outside waiting for them, going over their own purchases. They all looked up when Crue exited, eyes shining. Crue gripped his bag tight. "So, what you guys get?"

"Not getting out of that easy Crue." Yang smirked. Crue's head fell, feeling as tough that would be the answer.

"I just got regular stuff. Toothbrush. Toothpaste. Shampoo. Underwear. Writing utensils." He explained. "That place was strangely well stocked." He murmured.

"Yeah. But it didn't have any ammo though. Or mods." Ruby told him. "And that's why we're going there." Ruby pointed to a small looking shop, named 'The Knight's Table'.

"Sounds like a restaurant." Crue muttered, entering the store. He glanced to the cashier, and saw he was a strong burly looking man. "Uh oh. This guy is different. That means something importants gonna happen." Crue wandered the aisle, looking at all of the strong and complex weapons.

Crue stopped rather suddenly, feeling something tug at him. "What are you playing at?" Crue wondered, following the direction he was being led to. He came to a stop in front of a set of helmets upon a row of shelves. His eyes flitted from helmet to helmet, trying to figure out why he was brought there.

His eyes rested on a single helmet that was shaded a dark green. It covered the entire face, save for two slits that the wearer could see through. It didn't appear to have a mask that could be lifted up, but rather it had two latches at its neck.

Crue took the helmet from its place and unlatched it. It split in half down its sides. He stared at the inside. It didn't seem to be any different. He hesitantly placed it on his head, taking in to consideration the ears that he wasn't all that used to yet.

He closed the helmet over his head and stared out. He looked at his hands, noting how his breathing became somewhat louder. "You want me to get this don't you." Crue thought, feeling the helmet with his hands.

"And I'm guessing that means I'm going to be doing some shit that the others shouldn't know about." He unclasped the helmet and took it off, shaking his hair. "Well, as long as it means they don't get hurt. I'm fine with it."

He tucked the helmet under his arm and approached the counter. Before he did, he stopped and stared at one weapon in particular. "If I'm going to be undercover or some shit, I'm going to need a different weapon, cause my hurl is pretty unique."

He checked the price tag on the weapon. "Well fuck." The weapon was well out of his price range. He checked the others, noticing they were all extremely expensive.

"I hope you figure something out." Crue thought as he placed the helmet on the counter and took out his wallet. The burly man grunted and punched in some numbers. The tally came up to 80 Lien. "Blue." Crue muttered, taking out two fifties and handing them to the man.

He gave him the appropriate change in return, and nodded outside. Crue nodded back, placing the helmet into his plastic bag and walking outside. He was surprised to see there wasn't anyone else out there. He attempted to lean against a lamp post, but fell through it.

Stumbling, Crue looked up to the lamppost, noticing it flicker. "Oh. It's a hologram. Weird." Crue thought aloud.

"Just let me do the talking." Crue's hearing picked up a voice. He craned his head, looking for the source.

"Of course, oh master thief." Crue's eyes narrowed as he realised to whom both voices belonged. At the end of the street, Crue watched as two people, a dark skinned girl with green hair, and a grey haired boy, entered a store called…

"Tukson's Book Trade." His fist clenched. "You've got to be shitting me." He began to walk towards it, but stopped when he heard his name being called.

"Crue!" He turned around to see the group staring at him. More specifically, his face. "We wanted to ask you something." Ruby told him, her silver eyes beaming at him.

"Uh, ok. What?" He asked, desperate to get to the book store, and put an end to this before it began.

"What colour are your eyes?" The question brought Crue's mind to a halt, as he stared at Ruby.

"What do you mean? They're blue. Can't you see?" He waved a hand in front of his own face.

"You're wearing sunglasses." Yang told him. Crue blanked.

"I'm wearing sunglasses?" He asked, bringing a finger up to his face, poking where his eye should be. When he saw his finger press against an invisible field, he realised they were telling the truth. "How long have I been wearing them?"

He took the sunglasses of his face, instantly wincing at the sudden increase in brightness. "Uh, I don't know. You were wearing them when we first met you." Ruby told him. Crue rubbed his eyes. "In the infirmary?"

He eventually opened his eyes without wincing, and stared right at Ruby. "Oh my god." He whispered, causing Ruby's face to go red.

"W-What?" She asked, worried she had something on her face.

"You are so cute."

The next thing Crue knew he was flying through the air, a burning pain where his nose should be. "I just said Ruby was cute in front of Yang." Crue realised as he cartwheeled in the air. "Totally worth it." Crue came to an abrupt halt, when he crashed through a window.

"Well. That's gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow." He reached up to grab something, but only succeeded in pulling down a series of books on top of himself. He shakily stood up, holding a single book in his hand. "Oh. I was looking for this." His eyes finally looked to see where he had landed.

His eyes widened when he realised exactly where he was, and what was about to happen. There were three people in the room, all of them staring at him with eyes as wide as dinner plates. "Oh. Hey there. Sorry for breaking your window." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head, then wincing.

"Ow!" He hissed. "Hey listen." He said, pointing at the oldest and largest person there. "I will pay back the two of you." Tukson showed a look of confusion.

"There's uh, only one of me." He told Crue. Crue frowned and shook his head.

"No way. If there's only one of you, why's that guy with the pink hair behind the counter too?" He pointed slightly to the left of Tukson. Tukson's face turned into one of recognition, then sorrow. "Man I love fucking with people."

"Uh, maybe you should go. I think you've hurt your head." The girl said. Crue immediately turned to glare at her, causing her to lean back in surprise.

"I can't do that." Crue told her coldly.

"Why not?" The boy asked, stepping up beside Emerald. Crue glared equally as harshly at him, causing him to stumble backwards.

"Someone will die." Crue made sure to stare Emerald straight in her blood red eyes as he said it. He watched as Emerald's eyes widened, and her hands began slowly reaching around her back.

"And who would that be?" She asked hesitantly, hands creeping ever closer to her weapons.

Crue took a stance and jabbed a thumb at his chest. "ME!" He announced, causing everyone's jaws to drop. "I THINK I GOT A CONCUSSION!" To add to the lie, Crue fell over onto his side.

"CRUE!" Several voices called out. Crue raised his head to see the entirety of RWBY standing by the broken window. Yang and Ruby instantly jumped through it, whereas Blake and Weiss took the more civilised route and entered through the door.

Crue was hoisted to his feet by Yang, causing his head to spin. "Alright, that was my bad." She admitted. "It was one of the weakest compliments you could have given her." Yang said, dusting Crue off.

"Also the truest." Crue replied, holding up a finger. Yang's eye twitched as her patting down became rougher.

"Yang. He doesn't need another case of amnesia." Ruby warned, prying her sisters arms from Crue.

"Thanks." Crue smiled. "Who are you?" He watched as Yang and Ruby's face turned to shock and horror. "Ah I'm kidding." He brought the two into a deep hug. They instantly squirmed and tried to free themselves. Crue just held on as he watched Emerald and Mercury through Yang's mane.

The two of them realised that they were compromised with so many people now there. "Don't worry Crue." Weiss told him. "I've informed paramedics and they should be here shortly."

Crue released the two sisters and instantly turned to Weiss. "Aww. Thank you Snowy!" He said, bring Weiss in for a hug and lifting her up slightly. Weiss' pale face instantly turned red as she began whacking Crue's back, trying to get him to let go.

Crue spun once, eyes searching the shop, noting the absence of the two antagonists. He dropped her and clapped his hands on her shoulders. "That was a nice hug Snowy. But you should practice more often."

His eyes then fell on Blake, who tensed immediately, fearing what was going to come. "Don't worry Kitty. I've got something better than a hug." She took a few steps back in preparation to dash. Crue reached down and picked up a black book with two red stripes. He tossed it to Blake, who caught it easily.

Once her eyes fell on the cover, a deep blush settled over her face. "I. Crue. It's not." She tried. She slowly made her way over to Tukson and placed the book on the counter. "I would like to purchase this book please." She whispered.

Crue smiled widely at the action. "Come on dude! This concussion thing is hard to pull off!" He said within his mind. His prayers were answered when a small siren sounded. The siren stopped as a few people peered into the broken window.

"Hello!" Crue waved at them. The people were wearing white uniforms with red streaks on them.

"I take it you are the one with the concussion?" One of them asked, a generic looking man. Crue nodded happily. He seemed to sigh at Crue's actions. "Alright, you four, out." He pointed to RWBY, who opened their mouth to protest.

"It's alright guys!" Crue told them. "These guys must be really good at their job! Come on, I'll give you another big hug before you go." He stretched his arms out wide. That action alone was enough to send them running. "Ok. Rude."

The medics approached Crue, inspecting his head. One of them made a disgruntled sound. "Jeez kid. It's only a bruise. You act like your head came off." He grabbed a small ice pack and handed it to Crue. "Just keep that on your head and you'll be fine." He grabbed his medical kit and exited. "I better be paid overtime." He muttered as he exited.

Once they were alone, Crue sighed in relief and turned to Tukson, who was still standing there, confused. "Ok. Now that they're out of the way." He said calmly, tossing the ice pack away. Tukson noticed his change of personality, and was immediately on edge.

"Good. You noticed. Shame you didn't notice earlier." Crue told him, staring at his amber eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Tukson asked.

"I'm about to tell you something, and you can't freak out." Crue said, trying to calm him down with hand gestures. From the frown on his face, it didn't seem like it would work. "For one, I know we're the same." Crue pointed to his wolf ears.

Tukson let a light gasp escape his throat. "What else do you know?" He threatened.

"That you were part of White Fan-" Crue was cut off as Tukson's hand clamped around his throat, fingernails transformed into claws.

"And what? They sent you here to get rid of me?" He asked, eyes wide with anger and fear.

"Nope." Crue choked out. "That's what the two earlier were here for." Tukson dropped Crue out of shock. "Jesus dude!" He exclaimed, coughing. "I'm on your side."

"Who's Jesus?" Tukson asked, then shook his head. "Not important. Who are you?"

"Not important." Crue told him. "What is important, is that you get the fuck out of here." Crue noticed something shining on the ground. "The two earlier were sent here to kill you. And trust me, they would have succeeded."

Tukson looked as though he was about to argue, but Crue held up a hand. "I knew about you and your past, I know about what would have been your future." He bent down to pick up what was shining.

"Well, if what you say is true," Tukson opened his register. "Then I should get out of Vale." He grabbed as much Lien as he could carry and stuffed them into his pockets. "You should leave too while you can. They'll probably be back. I'm just glad I had already planned to get out." Tukson stopped stuffing in Lien as he noticed Crue, staring at what he had picked up.

In his hands were a pair of polarised sunglasses. Crue was staring at his own reflection, having not seen it in such a long time. Eyes the colour of blue steel stared back at him. "You don't need to worry about me." Crue said, flipping the sunglasses over. "I know everything that's about to happen."

Tukson just watched with a strange fascination. "Who are you?"

Crue smirked, placing his glasses back where they belonged.

"I am the Wolf."

…

"Oh look, she sent the kids again." Mercury and Emerald grit their teeth at the sound of the obnoxious voice, belonging to one Roman Torchwick. "This is turning out just like the divorce." He compared, smothering the two of them with his arms.

Emerald shuddered slightly, and not thanks to the temperature of the warehouse they were currently in. "Spare us the thought of you procreating." She requested.

"That was a joke." Roman rolled his eyes. "And this," He held up a slip of paper. "Might just tell me where you've been all day." Emerald's eyes widened in disbelief as she began patting herself down. "I'm a professional sweetheart, pay attention, maybe you'll learn something."

Roman's eyes read over the paper, instantly turning into a frown once he recognised it. "Why do you have this address?" He asked. Neither said anything, sharing suspicious glances. "Let me guess. You tried to be grownups and sort this out on your own."

Mercury took a step forward. "Well it was better than doing nothing." He pointed a finger at Roman.

Roman grit his teeth in anger. "Listen to me you snot nosed punk. If it were up to me, I would take you and your little street rat friend and I would-" "You'd what, Roman?"

The voice cut across him like smooth silk, its owner revealing herself from atop a gangway. The woman wore a dark red dress with golden embroidery, and carried herself with an air of superiority. Roman chuckled awkwardly. "I'd, uh, not kill them?"

"Cinder!" Emerald cried out in joy, upon seeing the woman approaching them.

Cinder stepped right past Emerald, eyes on Roman. "I thought I made it clear you were to eliminate the would-be runaway."

"I was going to do that," Roman began, eyes on the two teenagers who shuffled awkwardly. "But these two lovelies thought they would do it for me." Cinder turned slowly, eyes on her subordinates.

"Did I not specifically instruct you two to keep your hands clean while in Vale." Cinder asked them rhetorically, not noticing the insulting faces Roman was making at the teens.

Emerald and Mercury shared a glance. The red eyed girl rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. "Well, they're still clean." She tried. She winced under Cinder's fierce gaze.

"What?" She asked, fire in her voice.

"It was going well." Mercury jumped in. "But then this idiot Faunus crashes through the window." He explained, Roman giving him an odd look.

"Really kid? You need to think of a better excuse than that." Roman leaned on his cane, enjoying the two being put under pressure.

"I'm serious." Mercury warned him. "He stood up and told the rat that he'd pay for the window. But he said he saw two of him, so I'm guessing he was pretty out of it."

"But then…" Emerald began, trailing off.

"Then what?" Cinder demanded.

"I tried to get him to leave, saying he should go get his head checked out. But he said he couldn't. And I asked why."

"What did he say?" Cinder asked coldly.

"Someone will die." Emerald met Cinder's eyes, whose eyes only widened a fraction of an inch in surprise. "He said it right when he was staring at me. It was like he knew what we were there for. And what we had planned. It was like he knew everything."

"Impossible." Cinder dismissed. "We have been extremely careful to not let anything slip. Unless someone went around blabbing their mouth." Her gaze was focused on Roman, who threw up his hands in defence.

"Hey don't look at me! I've been a little too busy stealing every speck of Dust in the kingdom to find time to go blabbing." Roman gestured to the large amount of crates that were stacked behind him.

Cinder frowned, turning back to Emerald and Mercury. "This, idiot Faunus. What did he look like?" She needed to know the description of a possible enemy.

"Uh, Blonde." Mercury recalled. "But like, brownish blonde. What do you call that?"

"Dirty blonde." Emerald added. "And his ears, his Faunus ones, they were like…" She trailed off, looking at the members of the White Fang that were roaming around. "That one!" She pointed a finger at a one grunt in particular, who was lifting up a crate. The member turned around upon being addressed.

"You!" Cinder instructed. "What Faunus are you?" While the Faunus did not appreciate the tone of voice, he knew better than to antagonise a pissed off woman.

"Wolf, ma'am." He responded, continuing his heavy lifting.

"And his eyes?" Cinder turned back to Emerald.

Emerald shivered slightly upon recollection. "Blue. Kinda kike steel. But, they felt as though they were looking right into my soul." Emerald brought a hand to her chest, her heart feeling somewhat cold.

"Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Wolf ears." Roman listed off the descriptions on his fingers. "Don't suppose you got a name do you?" He noticed the looks of awkwardness that Emerald and Mercury shared. "Well why didn't you lead with that!?"

"His name. What is his name?" Cinder commanded.

"We only got a first name." Emerald told her.

"Well what was it?" She seethed.

"Crue."

Change begins with Crue. Wow that rhyming. Also, glasses. Yeah. I thought I did a good job of hiding the fact he had them. He said he wasn't going to let anyone die. That includes Tucson. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. And as always, hope you enjoyed. Until next time.

-Friday