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In the city of Vale, a crowd of young people, Huntsmen and Huntresses in training flocked onto a large Airship. Standing behind the crowed, was a group of four individuals.

"Let's go." Harry spoke, as motioned towards the Airship.

"Can't I just fly to this stupid school?" Grimmjow asked irritated.

"...Do you know where it is?" Madara asked calmly. Grimmjow gave the Uchiha a glare. "I'll take that as a 'no'." He stated, as he shook his head and sighed. "If you have nothing useful to add, keep your simple questions your self." He advised.

"Keep questions to your self." Grimmjow muttered, crossing his arms and scowling.

Madara's Sharingan gleaned in the sunlight, as he cast Grimmjow a side-ways glance. "Do you have something to prove?" He questioned with a tone of irritation.

Grimmjow sported a wide maniacal grin, as he turned and gripped his sword. "Name the time and place, and I'll wipe the floor with your sorry-pale ass!" He snapped.

"The nails that tend to stick out the most, get hammered in the hardest." Madara commented.

"You talk a big game…" Grimmjow started, only for his eyes to connect with Madara's spinning Sharingan Eyes.

"...And I give it, if the situation arises." The Ancient Uchiha stated.

Harry glanced at the Battle Hungry Arrancar and the Battled Hardened Uchiha, before he rolled his eyes and took a few steps away from his group. Nui was happily watching the two, standing in between them, her eye darting between the two. Her eye sparkling with innocence, but hid more sinister intentions.

As Harry walked away from his group, his eyes landed on a figure of a girl, from behind. From what he saw the girl had a pair of brown boots, with orange socks, set at different lengths. His eyes trailed up her pale legs to her black, tight short-shorts.

His serpent-like eyes seemed to constrict and form fine-slits, as he inclined his head and openly checked out the blonde girls tight rear. 'A girl with shorts like that...your ass looks so tight and delicious…' He thought, as his long tongue flickered out for a moment.

His eyes trailed up and he noticed the girl had long, flowing bright blonde hair. From the way the blonde girl was moving, she was looking for something. His eyes did another once over to the girl, before he walked forward and 'offered his assistance'.

"Hello there, are you lost or something?" Harry asked, causing the blonde girl to turn and look at him. There eyes connected, bright lilac colored eyes meeting dark green serpent-slitted eyes. "I must say, you are lost. Heavens up there, darling." He admitted in a charming tone, as his eyes flickered up to the sky.

"...Oh...my God. That was so cheesy..." The blonde girl said, as a grin began to spread across her face. "I love It! I'm Yang, and who are you?" She asked, as she held a hand out towards the Sorcerer.

Harry narrowed his eyes into slits and a smile formed on his face, as he reached out and took her hand into his own. "Call me Harry, Harry Black." He introduced himself, before he felt a faint flicker of recognition. Almost like he met the girl before. But he disregarded such a notion. He would've remembered such a cute girl.

Yang inclined her head. "Try not to squint like that, you look like some wannabe bad-guy." She commented lightly, wanting to tease him.

"You're hair is pretty bright, it's actually blinding." Harry admitted, as he opened his eyes revealing his slitted serpent-like eyes, causing his pupils to constrict into lines and he closed his eyes again.

Yang blinked a few times in surprise. "R-really?" She asked, as she ran a hand through her hair. "Wait...are you a Faunus?" She asked curiously.

"I have been called such." Harry admitted, not lying and not telling the truth. He didn't want to explain that his unique features were a result of Magical and Eldritch experimentation he ran on himself.

"Heh, that's pretty cool. I've never really met any Faunus before. Especially not one as cute." Yang flirted.

"You flatter me..." Harry said, as he squinted his eyes. "…So, why were you looking around? Are you lost?" He questioned.

Yang put a hand on her hip and shook her head, causing her long flowing blonde hair to bounce around a bit. "Na, not really. I'm looking for my Sis. I heard she was accepted into Beacon, and I wanted to personally congratulate her!" She admitted.

"Such pride in your family..." Harry said, thinking of other people in his life who had such loyalties and traits. "…I like that." He admitted.

"Do you have any siblings?" Yang asked curiously.

Harry's lips began tight, as his smile was more strained. "…U-Unfortunately no. That's not possible." He answered.

Yang gave him a small smile. "Well, I'm sure parents are proud of you, becoming a Huntsmen." She said, trying to make her new friend happy.

Harry glanced off, the smile on his face slowly falling. "Parents…yes, I'm sure they're proud of me…proud of whatever I do. They're my parents after all. Even...if they can't confirm it. I know they're proud." He admitted.

Yang looked at him, before she felt a dreaded in her stomach and understood his underlying words. "I...I'm so sorry, I didn't know." She apologized.

"We just met, how could you have possibly known?" Harry asked dryly.

"Well...ah...I'm sure your parents are with you..." Yang said awkwardly, as she rubbed the back of her head.

"I know that, especially my Mom. My Mom is always with me, not matter what...I know." Harry said, as he trailed off.

"...Moms...yeah..." Yang said, she too trailed off. Her eyes getting a far off look in them.

Harry cast a glance at Yang and noticed her far off look, at the mention of Mothers. "Did your mother die too?" He asked curiously.

Yang forced a smile on her face. "N-nope, I-I really don't want to talk about my mother." She admitted, causing Harry to study her features.

Harry had his own smile on his face. "Sure, so...what's your Sister look like?" He asked.

Yang glanced away, as she rubbed at her arm in uncertainty. The whole Mother Discussion killing the mood. "She's tiny, wears black and red...and has this cute red cloak." She admitted.

"...You mean the girl who entered the Airship two a few minutes ago?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yeah, wait...what?" Yang asked, as she looked at Harry. "Why didn't you tell me?!" She demanded.

Harry shrugged. "I honestly didn't think it was relevant...until now." He admitted casually.

Yang gave him a look, before she pursed her lips. "...Wait, how did you even remember what she looked like?" She questioned, and she noticed Harry glance off a shrug. "...Did...Did you check out my sister!?" She demanded, her eyes flickering red.

"Now that's neither here...nor there." Harry responded dryly. "She was wearing almost transparent black-pantyhose. I mean, I'm an all parts kinda guy. You gotta love the legs." He stated.

Yang's eyes twitched. "That's my sister you're talking about!" She snapped, her hair flickering with faint flames.

Harry held his hands up in surrender. "Let's just agree, to disagree, eh?" He offered. "I found your sister, she's in that ship. Where we should be..." He said, as he motioned towards the Airship.

Yang's hand shot out and grabbed onto Harry's wrist. "Come on..." She growled out.

"…And you're taking me...why?" Harry said, a tone of amusement in his voice. He never met such a demanding girl...it was kinda hot, pardon the pun.

"So I can make sure you don't check out my sister!" Yang stated, as she dragged him along with her.

"By taking me to her, smart." Harry commented, as he was dragged along with the blonde.

"I don't like your sass, but I can make sure you don't check her out." Yang informed. "...After all...I'll be there." She added.

"...Hmm...Can't argue with that." Harry agreed with a playful smile on his face.

A twitching blue eye watched the scene unfold, as Nui lost her smile. "Who does that blonde-big boobed-bimbo think she's doing, dragging My Daddy!" She snapped, as she stomped her foot. "Only I can command my Daddy...and that's only in the bedroom!" She yelled.

Both Madara and Grimmjow were leaning to the side, their hair blown by the force of Nui's yell. Grimmjow used his pinkie to rub inside his ear.

"Jesus, you got a set of lungs on you." Grimmjow complained.

Madara blinked a few times, as his eyes flickered towards Nui. 'Strange.' He thought simply, as he went onto the Airship, where Harry was dragged.

'That blonde chick had some killer tits though.' Grimmjow mused, as he followed suite. Nui was gritting her teeth, before she vanished.

"Oh, I can't believe my baby sister is going to Beacon with me!" Yang said in a gushing tone, as she enveloped her sister in a bone crushing hug. "This is the best day ever!" She declared.

Ruby gasped in pain. "...Please...Stop..." She forced out.

"Bit I'm so proud of you!" Yang admitted, as she released her sister.

Harry stood right next to them, looking between them, his eyes squinted. 'Sisters?' He thought to himself, looking between the two girls with radically different appearances. His eyes trailed back down towards the shorter, younger girl's looking legs. And then his eyes trailed up her attire, despite how Gothic is seemed, it was rather adorable. Her red-hood only complemented it's cuteness.

"What do you mean? It was incredible! Everyone is going to think you're the bee's knees." Yang stated.

'…Yeah, petite and tiny, with tall and busty…i wonder if they ever experimented.' Harry mused, fantasizing about the two sisters.

"I don't really want any bees near me..." Ruby stared, before her eyes glanced over and saw some staring at them. "Y-Yang, who's this?" She asked, a bit caught off guard by the, in her opinion a handsome older guy looking at her.

Harry quickly squinted his eyes, as he put a hand on his abdomen and bowed. "I am Harry, and who might you be?" He questioned.

"Watch it..." Yang warned, not wanting a cute guy who looked a few years older then her, flirting with her little sister.

"...I'm just being an English Gentleman. No harm to be found here." Harry responded in a charismatic tone, his accent causing Ruby to shiver a bit, finding it so unique. Yang crossed her arms, giving Harry a piercing look, but his charisma caused her to lower her guard.

Seeing no trouble, Ruby mirrored Harry and bowed. "I'm Ruby, Ruby Rose!" She said happily.

"Ruby Rose...and Yang Rose?" Harry said unsure, that didn't sound quite right.

"Oh, Yang's last name is Xio Long." Ruby informed.

He pursed his lips for a moment, before a sudden realization hit him. "You two are half-sisters." He said, as he hit himself on the side of the head. "Duh." He sounded.

"Yep, we have the same Dad!" Ruby admitted.

"Eh, eh, eh...no need to be sharing so much personal stuff on the first meeting!" Yang warned.

Ruby held her cloak up in front of her body, and looked down. "Y-yeah, right." She mumbled.

"No need to be so disheartened, darling. I never meant to pry." Harry admitted.

"It's no knock against you..." Yang started, giving Harry a grin. "…You can't give everything about you away. What fun would our later meetings be?" She questioned.

"So we're meeting after this, now?" Harry responded.

Yang put a hand on her hip and gave him an obvious once-over. "If you play your cards right, you can talk to me again." She offered.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Wow, I'm so excited. I just can't contain my enthusiasm." He said dryly.

"I know!" Yang responded with fake excitement, before she looked at Ruby, only to see her little sister had been openly and almost embarrassingly, staring at Harry with wide silver eyes. "Yo, Sis!" She said, putting an arm around her sister.

"Huh, yeah, huh?" Ruby sounded, as she looked to her older sister.

"You might wanna keep your mouth closed, you might start drooling." Yang teased.

There was a sound on a Newscast, which caused Ruby and Yang to look at it. "The robbery was led by nefarious criminal Roman Torchwick, who continues to evade authorities. If you have any information on his whereabouts, please contact the Vale Police Department. Back to you, Lisa." A voice spoke, as the image on the screen change.

"Thank you, Cyril. In other news, this Saturday's Faunus Civil Rights Protest turns dark when members of the White Fang disrupt the ceremony. The once peaceful organization has no disrupted..." Another voice started.

Yang's eyes trailed towards Harry, to see his eyes were squinted and the smile on his face was gone, holding more of a neutral expression.

"...Hmm..." He seemed to sound, before the feed was cut off and a hologram of a middle-aged woman appeared.

"Hello, and welcome to Beacon." She spoke sternly.

"Who's that?" Yang asked curiously.

"My name is Glynda Goodwitch." She informed, causing Harry to raise an eyebrow.

'Goodwitch? Weird…' He thought to himself.

"You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy! Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, and as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect our world." Glynda spoke, before her holographic visage vanished.

The Airship drifted through the sky, flowing over a large body of water and fly upwards, towards Beacon. "Oh, wow! Look, you can see Signal from up here!" Ruby announced to her sister, as she looked out of the view-port of the vessel.

Harry looked at the two sister, who were looking out the window. He heard the sound of someone groaning, causing him to look to his side, and he saw a blond teen, hunched over holding his stomach. Slowly the Sorcerer took steps back, when he heard the teen's stomach gurgling.

'Nice and easy…' Harry thought, getting a sizable distance from the blond. '...Better leg it out of here.' He thought worried, quickly speed-stepping away from the groaning blond.

Some time later, the Airship had landed a distance away from a large facility, Beacon Academy. The sun was shinning, the birds were chirping, and the sense of adventure was in the air.

That was until a blond teen rushed out of the Airship and vomited into a trash can. Exiting from the Airship was a duo, a pair of individuals with radically different outfit colors, which seemed to oddly enough compliment one another.

Harry had his hands close to him, with his black cloak enclosed around his body, hiding his lower half and his sheathed sword. Standing close next to him was a short and petite girl, almost two feet shorter than the Sorcerer, dressed in copious amounts of pink and white clothing, with a similarly colored parasol. Which was open and shadowing the two.

The Sorcerer had his eyes squinted shut with a wide smile stretching across his face, belaying his darker nature. However, Nui's remaining eye was shut and she had a wide, cute smile on her face, concealing her psychotic personality under a mask of cuteness.

As the two walked, Nui remained just a few inches behind Harry in pace. With how zealously the two stood close to another, one would assume they were at the very least romantically involved; unaware that their relationship held more familial ties, which twisted in with their romantic relationship.

"Hmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hmm...Bum-bum-bum-bum...du-do-do-du..dum-do-do-du..." Nui sounded, humming and making strange sounds, as the duo walked in the shadow of her parasol.

"…What are you doing?" Harry asked dryly.

Nui smiled cutely. "Singing my theme song!" She said enthusiastically.

"Theme song…" Harry said with an incredulous tone.

"Ah-huh..." Nui responded, as she put her free hand behind her back. "…It's a song that keeps playing in my head when ever I do my stuff...like killing, having fun, and having fun." She said, giving her Father a smile.

"Where did I go wrong with you?" Harry asked, in jest.

"Te-hehehe." Nui giggled out adorably. "You know you love me, and you know you love fucking ever part of me!" She commented. Harry exhaled loudly, as he looked away from her. Almost in a way of emphasizing his previous statement. "Wait...I know what you're upset about! You want a theme song too!" Nui announced.

"Because my life wouldn't be complete without one." Harry said dryly.

"Oh I got it!" Nui chirped out, before she gave him a teasing grin. "...All around me are familiar faces..." She said, in a very obnoxious voice.

Harry clicked his tongue. "Oh, fuck off with that." He responded, getting a fit of giggles from Nui.

"I couldn't help it, Daddy! It's Meme-tastic!" Nui admitted.

"One, that's not a bloody word. And two, don't let me catch you saying that stupid shit again." Harry stated seriously.

"...Are you going to spank me if I do?" Nui asked cutely, arching her back and sticking her butt out a bit.

"I'll spank you if I want, when I want." Harry responded casually, causing Nui to shiver.

"You keep sweet talking me like that, Daddy. I might actually let you cum to my footjobs from now on." Nui promised.

Harry made an exhausted look, as he looked off to the side and shook his head. 'My Daughter is fucking weird.' He thought, before his eyes flickered towards her.

Nui lifted up leg and moved her boot clad foot left and right. "I mean, sure they're pretty cute, just like the rest of me. But I don't want cum all over them." She admitted, as she tilted her head to the side. "I could leave my boots on, would you like that Daddy?" She asked.

Harry just stared forward, opting to ignore his insane daughter. Nui just smiled and nodded. "Your silence is an answer enough. Boots on, it is and then off, ooohh, I could have one off and one on!" She said in revelation. "One for reward and one for punishment!" She squealed out.

The Sorcerer face palmed, followed by a pinch to the bridge of his nose. "Just...shut up." He said with a sight.

Nui smiled cutely, as she poked her tongue out of her mouth and rubbed her boot against Harry's shin. Only for Harry to kick it away, earning himself a giggle from the artificial human.

There was the sound of an explosion in the distance, causing the duo to glance back for a moment. "Hmm...Weird." They both said in the same tone, at the same time, before continuing on their way to the Academy.

Within Beacon's rather large Auditorium was a sizable amount of Huntsman/Huntress hopefuls. Harry and Nui seemed to be paired together, however they were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Harry!" Yang's voice called out, as she approached the Sorcerer. "What happened, you kinda vanished on the Airship?" She asked, before her eyes glanced down to the girl standing close to Harry, the girl who seemed to only reach Yang's chin in height. "Ah, hello!" She said, with a slight wave.

Nui tilted her head. "Oh, you're pretty..." She complimented, as she reached out and grabbed a hold of Yang's hair. "...You're hair is practically glowing!" She added.

Yang's eye twitched, feeling someone touch her hair. She refrained herself from automatically snapping and hitting the girl, instead she reached up and made sure to lightly pull it out of Nui's grip. "...Thanks..." Yang said with a frown.

Nui looked at her fingers. "Oh, my fingers are tingling." She admitted.

"Ah, who are you?" Yang asked, having a bit of an edge in her tone. Not liking the short girl at all, getting a very...twisted feeling from her.

"She's Nui, Nui Harime." Harry stated.

Nui rolled her eye. "I'd rather be called, 'Nui Black', but Daddy wouldn't have that." She commented, pouting a bit. "But my Daddy named me, Nui Harime, because he sewed and stitched me together!" She added in a cheerful tone.

"Wait...Black? Isn't that your last name?" Yang asked, looking at Harry curiously. "Why would you want that last name?" She questioned.

"I want my Daddy's last name, obviously." Nui answered casually, getting an annoyed look from Harry.

"So, are you two siblings?" Yang inquired unsure. "I thought you said you didn't have any." She commented, giving Harry a look, not liking the idea of being lied to.

"I'm not his sister, you big boobied girl. I'm his daughter." Nui corrected.

"…Right…" Yang said slowly, giving Nui a strange look. "Wait, big-boobied!" She snapped, glaring at the shorter blonde girl. "They aren't that big! They're normal sized!" She stated, crossing her arms.

Nui reached out and gripped Yang's rather sizable bust and squeezed it, creating a honking sound as she did. "They're pretty ginormous! I can't have you tainting my Daddy's delicate mind!" Nui announced. "...Wu-ah!" She sounded, as Yang punched her in the head, sending her sprawling back, with her landing on the ground.

Harry stood over Nui, looking down at her, before he looked at Yang to see her arm was extended forward. Her eyes were glowing red for a moment, before she quickly lowered her hand. "Oh shi-, I'm sorry for hitting your friend." Yang apologized.

The Sorcerer glanced away from Yang and looked down at Nui, as a bright purple ring seemed to be around her eye, with red liquid coming out of her mouth. "Blagh..." She sounded melodramatically.

"Nui, Get up." He instructed, he knew his daughter was stronger than that.

Nui almost instantly shot up, the pupil in her eye expanding and gaining a shine. "Oui Papa!" She spoke happily in a trance for a moment, before she started giggling and she rubbed her eye, revealing the purple ring round it was just marker. "Te-he-haha!" She giggled hysterically.

"Sorry about Nui..." Harry said, as he looked at Yang to see she looked a bit lost. "...She's a bit...she's totally fucking insane." He stated.

"Hey!" Nui interjected, crossing her arms and pouting, as she puffed her cheeks.

"Where's your sister?" Harry asked, as he glanced around.

"Oh, Ruby? Oh, I left her to her own devices..." Yang said, before she waved it off. "...She's fiiiine." She reassured.

"...Sure, I guess." Harry said, not sure if he was agreeing with her or not. "So, why are you here?" He asked curiously.

"Huh, whatcha mean?" Yang asked, crossing her arms underneath her chest. Nui noticed the change in Yang's posture. Yang held a laid-back posture, but when Harry took a specific interest in her personally, her posture reflected how much she liked the interest in her. And it reflected with how she was subconsciously drawing attention to her bust.

"We're all coming here to become warriors, I'm curious to know why such a cute girl wants to fight monsters." Harry admitted.

"Erm..." Nui sounded, continuing to pout at Harry ignoring her cuteness in favor of Yang's attractiveness.

"Well, that's a loaded question. You kinda put me on the spot here." Yang commented.

"...Not really. Everyone's here for a reason, it's not a stretch for me to ask you why you are here. You should have a reason." Harry stated.

"Maybe she doesn't have one, maybe she's a weirdo." Nui interjected cutely, getting a glare from the taller blonde girl.

"I have one, why won't you tell me yours then, huh?" Yang challenged, looking at the two of them.

"I go wherever my Daddy goes!" Nui responded. "And I do whatever I want, and I wanted to be here." She added.

"I asked the question first..." Harry said dryly, giving Yang a look, but he noticed something about her posture. Despite how laid-back she appeared to be, she seemed to be rather defensive and controlling. 'Emotional, Aggressive, Insecure…Always strives for control, and might close off if her authority is challenged.' He mused, creating his own psychological profile of the girl. "...But I'll answer I suppose." He admitted, causing the tension in Yang's posture to lessen.

"I'm here, to change the world. A revolution and an evolution, you could say." Harry said, not really lying but not elaborating as to 'how' he was going to change the world, and much more. "And I might have to make sure I stay, if I am to interact with such cute girls, like you and your sister." He admitted.

"Watch it, give me all the complements you want. Leave my sister out of it." Yang stated, getting a shrug from Harry.

"No promises." He responded casually. "Now, you." He said, motioning towards the blonde girl.

Yang inhaled and exhaled. "I guess I came here to test me skills, have some fun, chase the thrills of a Huntress. And...look around, explore…Look..." She trailed off, as her thoughts drifted to her absent mother, who she was searching for.

Nui looked at her and then slowly looked towards Harry. "Well, that's informative." She commented, getting an annoyed look from Harry.

"That's interesting Yang, you're a person who seems to be on the search for something...or someone." Harry observed, causing Yang's lilac colored eyes to cone in towards Harry. "Such inquisitive people like you, will relish in the worlds around us, Yang. But you should beware, sometimes lost things are lost for a reason. And there are some that don't wish to be found, and will react violently if discovered. Especially things with secrets that are particularly unseemly." He advised.

Yang gave him a look. "Thanks for the advice, but I got things covered." She waved off, not taking his warning seriously, before she looked over Harry's shoulder. "Oh, gotta go, There's my sister!" She said with a smile, causing Harry and Nui to share a glance and left. Well, Harry left, with Nui following with her eye glaring at Yang.

As the duo walked away, Harry's eyes caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his vision. He turned and on the other side of the room, was a young woman with startling bright red-hair with vivid green eyes; wearing bronze-colored armor.

'Hello there…' He thought, his eyes scanning over the red-head's physique. She was a bit taller than Yang was, her body holding a bit of a more muscular tone to it, but that didn't detour Harry. 'She wears that armor rather well...but I want to see what's underneath it…' He mused, before he smirked. 'Or she could keep it on. She has nice innocent eyes...I want to see them all teared up, as I plunge me cock down her throat.' He thought, revealing some rather sadistic thoughts, before he blinked a few times and closed his eyes.

'Jesus...Nui is a bad influence on me.' He thought, despite the fact that he was the one who raised her.

Pyrrha shivered a bit, feeling a chill running up her back. Before she turned and looked around, before her vivid green eyes landing on a matching colored pair of slitted eyes, from across the auditorium. Pyrrha noticed the way the young man across the room was looking at her, there was no recognition; which she appreciated but she did noticed something...want. She shivered again, seeing the desire he held for her.

But underneath that desire, there was something else that almost caused Pyrrha to tremble; it was domination. A twisted form of domination, she felt her body go numb. '...If feel...if I talk to him...if I listen to his words…I'll...lose something...I'll lose control of myself...why do my instincts scream at me to avoid him...that if I talk to him, I'll lose everything I've given myself, I've earned for myself?' She thought to herself, her stomach going numb.

There was a chilling feeling, like a fluid running through her mind. A faint crimson glow seemed to emanate from around her temples, before the glow was pushed aside and dissolved away. Suddenly Pyrrha felt a burning in her chest, like it was pierced by an arrow, causing her to inhale sharply. She felt, like she was dying…that she was in a tunnel that was leading to a death.

In the tunnel, behind Pyrrha, she saw herself kneeling at the black haired man's feet. His hand on her cheek, with her submissively lowering her head. She imagined him lowering his hand to rub his thumb along her lips, before her eyes looked up at him.

Pyrrha exhaled, as she brought her hand up to her forehead, as she started to get a piercing headache. "Are you alright?" An accented voice questioned.

"It's alright I'm..." Pyrrha started, as she lowered her hand and her eyes landed on the caster of the voice, causing her green eyes to widen. Harry stood in front of her, a curious look on his face.

His eyes scanned her, almost looking around her. While Pyrrha was staring at him with wide eyes, her skin growing a bit pale. 'Don't answer him, you'll lose everything! Don't answer him, you'll lose everything! Don't answer him, you'll lose everything!' Her voice repeated into Pyrrha's mind, echoing over and over. It wasn't her thoughts that were saying that, it was something primal, something ethereal in her mind.

And as she heard that voice, as she was lulled with the order, she felt herself slowly entering that tunnel again. The dark tunnel, which led to the feeling of her body burning, her heart being pierced by something sharp. But as she resisted the lull, she felt her stomach go numb and she felt herself submitting to...something insidious, something dark.

Pyrrha blinked a few times, feeling herself at a crossroads. She felt if she walked away from Harry, if she avoided him. Her path would lead on, her life would go on as it was destined to. She would die as she was supposed to, however that was. But if she answered him, if she gave him an inch, he would eventually destroy her mind and she would be his toy; all her achievements gone, her fame; nothing and worthless.

Despite the predestined path set for Pyrrha, everyone was given a choice of free will; they usually just inclined with what they were destined to do. Her destiny, was to die; having done nothing, achieved nothing; other than the menial titles she earned herself. The only way for her to survive, was with the introduction of an unknown variable, an Outsider and an Outlier. Harry was both of those things, only he could radically present her with a way to change her destiny; however he would only do that...if he got something out of it.

Pyrrha's headache seemed to increase, as flickering crimson sprites drifted around her head. Harry's eyes focused on the Extra-Dimensional Sprites dancing around Pyrrha's head. 'A Keeper's influence.' He thought, as faint traces of Aether was trying to 'correct the course' of the world.

'This girl is a favorite of a Keeper I suppose, wanting her to stay on destiny...heh, that's nice to know.' Harry thought with a wicked smile on his face. "Dear, you look like the hurting sort, would you care for some help?" He questioned.

The crimson sprites dancing around Pyrrha's head seemed to intensify for a moment; her face cringing up. Pyrrha's eyes opened and she focused on Harry, feeling the two conflicting instinctual warnings in her mind. The former giving her safety and dread, with the later relief. After all, if she submitted and became a toy, people wouldn't have such a high-esteem for her, she wouldn't be on a pedestal…

Pyrrha slowly reached out and gripped Harry's hand. "I'm Harry." He informed.

"I-I'm, I'm Pyrrha." She said, a bit unsure.

But as she said that, as she introduced herself and grabbed a hold of his hand; the crimson Sprites around Pyrrha vanished. Harry released a gasp, as he looked around Pyrrha, feeling a ripple and his smiled began to spread wider and wider, causing Pyrrha to feel nervous about what she had just done.

'Ahh...an echo, i've applied pressure in a perfect place. I want to see how far this ripple travels...I want to see what kind of catalyst i've created.' He thought with a smile on his face.

"Pyrrha...what a nice name." He commented, as the red-headed girl's eyes were focused on him. "Are you feeling alright? You look quite pale?" Harry questioned.

Pyrrha forced a smile and shook her head. "I'm feeling quite well actually. I am just a bit excited." She admitted.

"Good...good, sometimes excitement is a great pleasure in life. A rush, feeling numb in your stomach and a jot in your limbs..." He trailed off, causing Pyrrha to contain her trembling. "...Well, I've taken too much of your time. I must bid you adieu." He said, bowing his head towards the red-head.

"Y-yeah…" Pyrrha responded, as Harry walked away. When he was walking, Pyrrha looked at her hand and noticed her hand was shaking. She felt her stomach, it held numb feeling. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she was short of breath. "…In, out, in out..." She muttered, as she began to breath and center herself.

"...What are you?" She asked quietly, as her eyes zoned in on Harry, and watched him join with a group of three individuals. One was a cute girl, one was a handsome stoic looking man, and the final one was a rather roguish looking delinquent.

Grimmjow gave Harry an annoyed look. "Dude, you work quick. How many chicks are you hoping to bag?" He asked incredulously.

"My Daddy can have as many girls as he wants, he can have a harem of a thousand girls if he so pleases!" Nui argued.

Harry gave Nui a look. "I can speak for myself, and I would kill myself long before I had a harem of a thousand girls." He said dryly.

"Harems are work." Madara agreed, having had quite a few Harems in his day as a young Shinobi. Having formed them when he was the prodigious member of the Uchiha, and then the eventual head of the Clan, and then when he became Hashirama's Right-Hand in Konoha. He had Harems of twenty at a time, some of them were admirers, some were his consorts, and some were his conquered Kunoichi would-be assassins. Madara may have been a staunch worker towards his dream and world peace, but he wasn't a man who negated the pleasures of the flesh. And during the wars, the Uchiha Clan had to repopulate somehow.

Harry nodded in agreement to Madara's statement. "You fuck a chick and tell her to get out of your bed, and you call the next one in when you're ready. What's so complicated about it?" Grimmjow asked rhetorically.

The Sorcerer and the Uchiha looked at the Arrancar, before the two shared a glance. "Idiot." Harry and Madara said at the same time.

They were interrupted from their conversation, when a middle-aged ash-grey haired man approached a microphone on top of a stage. Standing behind him was a tall, blonde middle aged woman. Harry's eyes were naturally drawn towards the woman and her long legs, that gave him ideas that didn't involve locomotion.

Ozpin tapped the microphone, before he adjusted his small spectacles. "I'll... keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge, to hone your craft and acquire new skills, and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction." He informed.

"You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step." Ozpin finished, as he turned and left the stage, with Glynda stepping forward.

"You will gather in the ballroom tonight; tomorrow, your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed." Glynda informed.

"I do not trust that man." Madara admitted, well, he didn't trust much of anyone. But he had an instinctual feeling, crafted through an almost centuries long live of constant fighting, betrayals and war.

"Neither do I." Harry added.

"He seemed fine." Nui responded with a smile.

"He called me a waste of energy, that kinda pissed me off." Grimmjow muttered.

"Exactly...he called everyone here a waste of energy, in need of a purpose. He placed doubt into their minds, 'did we not have a purpose' 'what kind of purpose can we have'. Such lines of thought can lead to a very seedy slope...a slope of indoctrination." Harry stated.

"I've seen leaders like this before." Madara admitted, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. "Speaking in maybes and perhaps, talking about changing the world for the better, while the world they claim to want to protect is writhing away beneath them." He stated, as he turned and gave Harry a serious look. "I advise you don't serve underneath him; he has an ulterior motive. He's hiding something. I know that much." Madara informed.

Harry gave Madara a considerate look. He would never take Grimmjow's advice, in his mind, Grimmjow was a useful brute. Pure strength in which needed a surgical focus, which he could provide. But nothing could compare to the wisdom Madara held, he lived until he was like...a few hundred years old. The guy had major insight.

One of the reasons Harry wanted Madara on his side, was his mind. If he wanted Madara's power, he could've just stolen his Rinnegan, siphoned his Chakra and converted it to Magic, and been done with it. But he would barely know how to use the Rinnegan's awesome power. Why would he just take the power, when he could also have the mind and soul of the wielder. Madara's insight and knowledge was invaluable, along with his abilities.

The reason Harry sealed Madara's higher tiered power, was that they couldn't cause any unneeded disruptions. But, in the event that Harry triggers Madara's latent Lust for Battle, he can with the snap of his fingers pacify the old Uchiha. Because despite the half decade of him submersing himself Eldritch Magics and Truths, Black and White Magics, and gaining Insight through his submersion of the Aether. All the knowledge and power he held in the tips of his fingers. They meant nothing if Madara got serious against him.

To Harry, Madara was a wise mentor who could impart great tidbits of knowledge. As well, as his personal army decimating, mountain crushing Monster on a leash.

"Don't worry, Madara. I won't follow him." Harry admitted, as he glanced around. "And with how I see it, no one should." He stated.

"Could you elaborate?" Madara questioned, his Sharingan Eyes observing the young man next to him.

"Red Riding Hood..." Harry said, looking at Ruby and Yang interacting. "...Goldie locks…" He said, looking at the bright blonde haired girl. His eyes trailed to the white haired girl who had been arguing with Ruby previously, having quite easily hear her name through their loud arguments. "...Snow White." He stated, as he looked at Pyrrha.

"Pyrrha. The name the Greek Warrior; Achilles used when he infiltrate a Troy, disused as a red-headed woman." Harry stated, as he turned and looked up at the stage. "Glynda Goodwitch...or Glinda the Good Witch. A lot of people here seem to be some twisted version of stories in my world." He observed, causing Nui to look around curiously.

"Wow, you're right!" She chirped out.

"Ozpin...The Great Wizard of Oz. The outsider who uses his foreign and secret knowledge to manipulate people into believing his an all-powerful God." Harry summarized. "What a worthy advisory. A man who claims to be all-powerful, against a Sorcerer with immense powers! I can't wait, it's going to be wonderful!" He said with an exited smile, as he stuck his tongue out and it flickered around.

"Te-he! Yay!" Nui cheered.

Harry slowly crossed his and his eyes zoned in on Glynda. 'I'm going to need to get information on Ozpin…Hmm…' He mused. "...Madara, what do you know of brainwashing and implanting memories?" He questioned, causing Madara to close his eyes and faintly smiled.

That night, within Beacon Academy; the sound of clicking heels reverberated through an empty and dark hallway. Glynda had her usual frown on her face, as she trekked from Ozpin's office to her own dormitories.

'So many unruly children, all boxed in one place. This place is a mad house…' Glynda thought, having had enough of dealing with hormonal teenagers and warriors in training with something to prove. Some talked to her, like she was supposed to serve them, like them being their was their privilege. It took all her self control not to smack them.

There was a faint sound of rattling chains, causing Glynda to raise her head for a moment. She glanced around and noticed in the shadows, there seemed to be a faint green luminescent glow. "...What the..." She stared, only for a serpent-headed chain to shoot out of the shadows and coil around her.

In the next moment, Glynda was ripped back and shoved against a wall. Glynda gritted her teeth, as she slowly pushed against the rather incredible might of the chains, forcing her hand to reach down to her Riding Crop. "Arg..." She sounded, gritting her teeth, her hand slowly lowering to her thigh.

Her hand gripped the crop and she yanked it upwards, channeling her Semblance and gripping the chain in her telekinetic field. Slowly she began to pry the chains off, having been able to free both of her hands.

However, as she turned her head and looked forward, her body recoiled back into the chains, when she saw an imposing figure in crimson armor. Madara's hand shot out and he gripped Glynda by the throat and held her up, his Sharingan eye blazing in the darkness.

Glynda's eyes connected with his, before identical copies of the Sharingan formed in her own eyes. Slowly her body gave way and she relaxed, being put under a Sharingan Genjutsu. The chains slithered and wrapped around Glynda's body, coiling up her long legs and thick thighs, around her curvacious waist and chest, before fully enclosing around her. Her arms and legs were spread apart, with Madara taking a step back.

"She has a strong will." Madara commented. "Her physical prowess, unimpressive. But she does hold the ability to manipulate matter with her mind. I had to use a rather more complex Genjutsu to put her under." He admitted.

Out of the shadows Harry exited. "You don't give praises out so lightly, Madara." He commented, knowing Madara was a hard man to impress. But he was also willing to admit a truth, if he saw it.

"Her mental prowess is impressive. However, devoting so much time to one skill, leaves obvious flaws in others." Madara stated.

"More opportunities for us." Harry responded, getting a faint nod from the old Uchiha. He walked towards Glynda and his eyes scanned over her. "...Madara, is it weird that I want to manipulate her mind, make her loyal to me? You know, make her my slave?" He asked, looking at the older Uchiha.

Madara's eyes met Harry's. "You and I, we both lost our families. And in turn, we submerged ourselves in quests for power. It's natural, when we have all this power...we wish to change what happened to us. To create ties, to form a family. Through forming bonds, or forcing bonds to form. I did what you are doing now…" He trailed off. "...Admittedly, we were in a war. And the moment a Kunoichi decided to try to take my life, she gave up hers in turn." He added.

"Hmm…" Harry sounded, as he pushed his cloak aside and slowly drew out a greyish silver double-edged long-sword. Madara's eyes landed on the blade, noticing Eldritch Sigils completely foreign to him inscribed along the spine of the weapon, with chips adorning the blade. In a physical sense, it looked rather old and unimpressive. But to Madara, even if he couldn't see Magic, his Sharingan caught brilliant glimpses of energy across the spectrum.

"That sword...what is it?" Madara questioned.

Harry gave Madara a curious glance, before focusing on the sword in his hands. "It's a sword, which has lived throughout the millennium. It was forged out of a very unique metal, called 'Goblin Steel'. It holds the ability to adapt, if it's vulnerable to one thing in it's first clash, it won't be damaged forevermore. And if it encounters a deadly poison or a twisted curse, it'll take those traits and apply it to it's blade." Harry explained.

"It came to me when I was twelve, and it's never left me since." Harry admitted, staring at the blade that was once the Sword of Gryffindor. "It bonded with me, it and my original Foci melded becoming a single entity. And as I grew, as I changed and discovered the Eldritch Truth, it changed with me, it grew. It's not longer The Sword of Gryffindor. The entity inside, the soul inside has been changed by my Magic, by my power and soul." He explained.

"The being inside has transcended and evolved, regressing to what it once was. An ancient spirit. It lets me channel the Abyssal Cosmos, use magics which transcend man. The being inside is what let me make contact with creatures existing outside of reality. It is the thing that gave me knowledge on the Keepers. My sword houses the soul of an ancient creature…an Apothican." Harry stated, staring at the blade which shimmered in the moonlight.

"When I close me eyes, I see darkness...or perhaps, nothingness. And that is where I see the Apothican, with tiny beings of light dancing around it, around my blade. I know these playful dancing sprites offer guidance. It's because of the guidance, I've discovered so much." Harry admitted, as he lifted the blade up and then stabbed it into Glynda's abdomen.

Glynda released a faint gasp, as the blade impaled her. However, no blood came out of her wound, none came from her mouth. If one didn't see the blade in her, there might as well not be one there.

Madara looked a bit caught off guard. "...I assumed we were going to turn her into a servant." He admitted.

"I am." Harry admitted, as he closed his eyes and the blade in his hand radiated a shadowy blue light. Bright blue sprites dancing in the shadow, like stars in the distant night sky. "It's a difficult spell, but almost full proof. I'm 'cutting' into her soul." He explained.

"To physically hurt someone, is easy. And to change someone's mind through outside manipulations can be undone, if noticed. But...people are formed by their past, their experiences form who they are, who they will be, who they're loyal too...who they devote their love too. An event in the past can create microcosm in which an entire person's life is defined, all around that one event." Harry stated, as a wicked smile spread across his face.

"Why simply 'change' her mind to match my desires? When I can simply 'change' her past. Or, how she perceives it." He stated.

"Such a technique, it's almost like the Infinite Tsukuyomi. It doesn't change their life, but gives them a completely new one." Madara observed.

"In some ways it's similar, in others it isn't. It isn't a simple manipulation of the mind, but of the soul. A person can exist without a soul, but they aren't truly there. They're a simple walking automaton, built by organic parts. It's the soul that defines a person, that makes people different from another." Harry informed.

"Right now, I'm 'changing' Gylnda's past. And every memory I create for her, she and I both experience it. I'll know every change I make, I'll need you however to use your Genjutsu to...fill in the gaps." Harry admitted, causing Madara to nod faintly.

"From a young age, Glynda, you were lonely child. You were smart, immensely so. You saw how the Grimm affected the world and you said to yourself 'I will use what I know to protect humanity, to uphold peace'. But as you learned, as you trained. You became so disheartened by your callous teachers, they wanted fame. The recognition of being a warrior." Harry narrated.

"That was until you came across me, you were so desperate for a good teacher. So you settled for an outsider, a man who traveled from place to place. He offered you years of training, since you were a young child into your late teens. It was then you discovered my intention to save the world, by killing the Gods around it..." Harry stated, causing Madara to raise an eyebrow.

But he hummed none the less. 'To create an ally through such manipulations, they will eventually find out what your goal is. Smart to basically give her a lie, by telling the truth.' Madara thought.

"…You were surprised, but when you learned that all of the Grimm were created by such Gods, you realized such beings should not exist. You joined me, you joined my fight, and my side. The life you had with me was so fulfilling, so thrilling. But all good things come to an end..." Harry trailed off, as he gave Gylnda a plethora of memories, almost a decade of just the two of them. Overwriting almost seven years of her spending her time in a library, for something more thrilling, creating a stark contrast in her own mind of how exciting it was to be with him.

"…I tasked you to spy on Ozpin, he was...after all, just like my old mentor. An old manipulator, hiding behind a kind and elderly guise. And you were a marvelous and splendid subordinate. You were always so cold, so stern and commanding, but to your teacher, your best friend, your Master. You were always the most resourceful and loyal subordinate. I disappeared for a few years, but you knew I would come back...I promised. We'll be meeting again, darling. Very soon." Harry said, as he slowly pulled his long-sword out of Glynda's abdomen.

Glynda remained bound in black and green chains of Ouroboros, her eyes staring blankly forward, Sharingan imagines in her eyes.

Madara watched as Harry grimace in pain, as he held his forehead. "Fucking-a..." He muttered.

"Strain?" Madara questioned.

"The memories didn't come from no-where, I forged them with her consciousness. I lived those memories with her, as she 'experienced' them. I created memories for the course of seven years, while I didn't create seven years worth of memories, I placed major 'milestones' in the span of seven years. I just need you to fill in those blanks." Harry said, as he sheathed his sword and grimaced.

"And particular requests?" Madara asked curiously.

Harry shook his head. "Just make our time together progress in a natural way." He stated, waving off the question.

Madara looked at Glynda, his Sharingan eyes slowly and hypnotically rotating. A few minutes passed and Madara closed his eyes. "...It's done." He informed.

Harry snapped his fingers, causing the chains of Ouroboros to vanish into black wisps of smoke. Glynda slide down the wall, her legs poised up and spread apart. She stared blankly forward, her mouth open. Her mind readjusting itself.

The Sorcerer tilted his head as his eyes trailed of Glynda's black-brown stockings and got a good glimpse up her skirt. "Hmm…Black Panties...nice." He commented.

"We might want to disperse. If she awakens and our techniques were unsuccessful, your plan will fall apart." Madara advised.

"You're right, let's go!" Harry spoke, as he and the old Uchiha vanished into the shadows of the hallway.

The Next Day, on a Cliff Side

Over a Dozen of students over looked a forest, with all of them standing on silver tiles. In front of the students was a mug-holding Ozpin and Gylnda with her tablet. Her eyes remaining focused on the device.

A distance away, Harry was standing on the tile his eyes were squinted. Standing to his left was a happily twirling Nui, and to his right was his Stoic Ally Madara. Grimmjow was to Madara's own right. Nui was happily humming to herself.

Harry looked around and noticed his group was the furthest away from the teachers, after Grimmjow was an Asian boy and a ginger, following that was a red-head in armor. And then he noticed Yang, whom he met earlier, with her sister being next to her.

His attention however was on Glynda, who seemed rather normal. She hadn't looked at him since he got here. 'Was the spell ineffective?' He thought to himself.

"For years, you have trained to become warriors, and today, your abilities will be evaluated in the Emerald Forest." Ozpin informed, as he took a sip from his mug.

'She has memories of seven years in her head, that can't simply be ignored or removed.' Harry thought, before he realized something. '...When is the last time some in their mid-thirties thinks about twenty years ago, on a whim? She hasn't reacted to the memories, because she doesn't know there's something to remember!' He thought in revelation.

He face palmed. "...I forgot to add a trigger word." He muttered to himself.

"Now, I'm sure many of you have heard rumors about the assignment of 'teams.' Well, allow us to put an end to your confusion." Glynda stated, causing Harry to raise his head. "Each of you will be given teammates, today." She informed.

"Wait...what..." He said unsure, as he looked between Nui and Madara.

"...Teams?" Nui asked uncertain. "I thought this was an initiation." She mumbled.

Ruby herself was groaning in disappointment. Grimmjow looked irritated, not what one would call a 'team player'.

"These teammates will be with you for the rest of your time here at Beacon. So it is in your best interest to be paired with someone with whom you can work well." Ozpin stated. "That being said, the first person you make eye contact with after landing will be your partner for the next four years." He informed, getting a mortified look from Ruby.

"After you've partnered up, make your way to the northern end of the forest. You will meet opposition along the way. Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path... or you will die." Ozpin stated.

"You will be monitored and graded through the duration of your initiation, but our instructors will not intervene. You will find an abandoned temple at the end of the path containing several relics. Each pair must choose one and return to the top of the cliff. We will regard that item, as well as your standing, and grade you appropriately. Are there any questions?" He asked.

"Uh...Sir..." Jaune asked, as he raised his hand.

"Good, now, take your positions!" Ozpin responded, displaying apathy towards Jaune's obvious worry.

There was a catapulting sound, as one of the students to Nui's side was sent flying into the forest. "Oh..." Nui sounded, before she turned and gave Harry a smirk. "...Try not to look up my skirt, Daddy. I know it'll be hard...eh, what the heck. You can look to your hearts content." She said with a wink. "See you on the other side!" She announced, as she was sent flying.

Harry sighed, as he closed his eyes and crouched. "Well...this sucks!" He yelled out the last part, as he was sent flying after Nui.

Madara had his eyes closed and his arms crossed. "…This is ridiculous." He muttered, and he too was launched into the sky.

Grimmjow grinned fully, his hands in his pockets. "Jokes on you fucking assholes, I can fly motherfuckers!" He boasted, as he was sent flying, curtsey of the tile underneath him.

Moments later all the young huntsmen and huntresses in training were sent flying, with Ozpin watching. Before he took a simple sip of his mug, with Glynda keeping her eye on the scroll in her hand.

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