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A single boy that looked like he was in his teens approached the designated location that he was supposed to meet his client at. He was decked out in his rather formal, yet it was actual his casual, wear.

"Hmm…" The male hummed to himself, looking down at a piece of paper to make sure that he was at the right address. "A house in the middle of Forever Fall. You don't see many buildings this far out from the main walls. Makes a man like me suspicious of what this client is like."

The teenager had a shady, creepy archetype. He had bright green hair accompanied by an ever-present smile with his eyes closed. He wore a simple black vest with a white shirt underneath along with a small black tie, short brown gloves, and brown steel-toed shoes. He donned a pair of black trousers that were held up by two brown belts. He completed the outfit with a black fedora hat and dark trench coat to close the shady visage.

"Oh well," The teen shrugged to himself. "I could easily say I'm at the wrong house if things turn bad."

A second later, he knocked on the door softly. It took a minute for the wooden barrier to open. He should know, the boy actually pulled out a pocket-watch that was chained to the bottom belt. After counting the time, the person revealed was an older man with greying hair who was wearing a black t-shirt and brown pants. The right arm was also in a sling. Already, the teenager was being eyed suspiciously. "Who the hell are you, brat?"

The boy's smile was still ever so present that it was almost a mocking fashion. "I'm the person who took up your little mission." He paused for moment before realizing something. "Oh! Where are my manners?" Taking off his fedora, he held the hat close to his chest while bowing formally. "My name is Hazama Honoka."

"And I'm Pyrrha Nikos." The man's frown deepened with a snort while Hazama put his accessory back on. He turned and made an action to close the door. "Get lost, kid. I don't have time for your stupid jokes. There's no way a kid like you is the person who took the mission. You would be killed in that forest."

Hazama tilted his head to the side and forward at the same time so that his eyes couldn't be seen. "Is that so?" He asked, his tone for some reason making the adult freeze and give the boy a chance to talk. "I really doubt you are Pyrrha Nikos. You are rather lacking in feminine parts unless you've had a change in gender. Also, you look rather ugly unlike the rather angelic features of the Mistral champion." Only his mouth could be seen cracking a grin. "But that's not what you want to hear. Are you ready?" His question didn't get an answer because he didn't allow it. "How about a bet?"

This made the man narrow his eyes. "Oh? What kind of bet?"

Hazama opened one eye narrowly, reveal the color that resembled the eye of a snake. "I go in there, show the designated Beowolfs what for, and report back with their heads as proof before they've completely dissolved. I do it, you will pay me double the expected money… in cash."

The man sneered. "And what do I get out of this?"

The green-haired teenager hummed in thought for a moment. Reaching onto his person, he pulled out his pocket-watch that gleamed within the environment that it was in. "You get this. This pocket-watch is one of a kind. You would be rich beyond your imagination within an instant." The man was eyeing the watch with a hungry look. Hazama slipped it back into his pocket. "I'm guess you normally do this job yourself? But you can't now due to your injury?"

The man slowly nodded his head in conformation. "Yeah, I normally go out with a couple of friends and do it. But I'm hurt this time and they are out of town. What of it?"

"Why, that simple means you would have no problem going into the forest later on to retrieve the watch from my corpse if I happen to die in there, correct?" This question stunned the man. "A tragic moment of seeing the dead body that is my own, bleeding out to the hungry Grimm. But, that wouldn't be a problem for you would it?"

After a moment, Hazama got a smirk in return. "Yeah, you'd be right about that. I would have no problem going in there any time to be picking up my prize."

Hazama nodded. "What a splendid attitude. Then do we have ourselves a bet?" He offered a hand, that smile still on his face.

"Ha! We do indeed. Try to at least put up a fight before you die in there." Hazama chuckled before turning and started to walk into the forest. "Hey, kid!" Hazama paused and looked back. "You bring back one that's still alive and I will triple the pay!"

"Really now?" Hazama asked with interest, folding his arms with a tilt of his head. "Do tell why you would need a living one."

The man shrugged. "The fur of the Beowolves can be collected for some use later. But it dissolves along with the rest of the body when the thing is killed, so it has to be collected while it is still alive."

"Seems fair to me." Hazama turned around once more before continuing to walk away.

That man was a complete fool if he had ever seen one. Arrogance was a fickle thing. Confidence was another issue. That confidence is what Hazama had when it came down to negotiations. His fighting though, he didn't see himself in much combat most of the time. But really, who takes the word of a stranger that something they have is priceless?

Well, he did take this watch from an important person so it could be considered rare.

A quiet growl entered his ears as he turned around to find that one of the Grimm that he would have to try to keep alive long enough was right behind him. Hearing a few more growls, he took into account that he must have found the entire group that he was looking for. "Already, hmm? Today seems to be my lucky day."

From the sleeve of his jacket, a large snake head made of metal slid out. The rest of its body seemed to be made of a green chain as Hazama only had the steel slide out a couple of inches. Eyes slightly opened in a dangerous glint as he suddenly threw the snake head forward. The movement was quick as it was suddenly biting one a Beowolf's stomach.

The extended chain seemed to be glowing green along with the head of the snake as Hazama began to be reeled right towards the Grimm that he had just hit while the beast only roared in anger and was rooted in place. Doing a backflip in the air, his feet sent the Grimm flying upwards. Back on his feet, he threw the snake head once again as it chomped onto the Grimm. With a yank, he pulled the Beowolf down to the ground into a crippled heap.

"Oh dear, one down already?" Hazama mused to himself, bringing the chain back through his coat. "This is going to be easier than I thought."

Leaning backwards, he avoided a horizontal swipe from another one of the beasts as the claws just cut off a couple stands of green hair. Spinning around on his left foot, the fight leg kicked upwards and landed a foot right beneath the Grimm's chin and sent it flying into the air. Bending down, Hazama leapt up and kicked that one Beowolf into another one that tried to lunge for him. Before landing back down on the ground though, he summersaulted in the air and slammed his heel against the top of a third Grimm's head.

Rolling backwards, Hazama suddenly threw a knife that impaled a new Grimm through its face. Sliding forwards feet first, Hazama kicked the body away while dislodging the knife onto to slice an arm off one that was behind him. Turning back around and sticking the pointy weapon into a stomach, Hazama pulled upwards to make a large cut but not deadly enough to kill immediately. Sweeping it off its legs, Hazama prepared an axe kick for one that tried to pounce.

Jumping backwards with a flip, he saw another Beowolf try and bite his back. Planting both feet on the her of the Grimm, Hazama flipped once more as the Grimm reared it head with a cry of fury. Placing his feet on its shoulders this time, Hazama gripped the head with his feet and turned his body to slam the skull on the ground. Hand planted on the dirt, he kicked upwards to knock away a new Grimm to allow him some breathing room.

Lifting up his right leg, he swung the limb left and right to attack and block a couple of claw swipes that were meant to kill him. Jumping upwards, he lashed both feet out in sync to knock both away before lunging forward and grabbing a skinny tree at the same time. Soaring around, he kept his grip tight on the trunk as he allowed himself to kick Beowolfs while keeping his momentum at the same time.

With a final kick, Hazama pulled himself off the tree and stabbed a Grimm along its throat. "Phew." Hazama let out a breath of relief, pulling his blade out and taking off his fedora to wipe his forehead. "Extermination if hard work. Well, at least I'm finished. And a few of them are alive to spare as well."

Several more growls soon were heard. Slowly craning his head, he saw at least a few more packs of the Grimm staring at him, snarling. "That's not moderate at all!" Hazama complained to nobody but himself. With a heavy sigh, he let the snake-head dangle from his sleeve while twirling a knife in the other hand.

"Okay then, who would like to be the first volunteer to die today?"

Break

The man frowned heavily from his seat when he heard a knock on his door. "Who the hell is it now? No way it could be that kid. There is no way that stick-boy could survive a Beowolf pack that big!" There was knocking once more, this time in a bit of an irritated fashion. "Give me a second!" Muttering under his breath, the man got up and walked over to the door. "I already told the last cop that I didn't… have… any… thing…" He slowly trailed off at the sight before him when he opened the door.

Hazama was standing in front of his, whole, unhurt, and eyes slightly opened. Behind him was a giant pile of smoking heads and whimpering bodies of Beowolfs. Seeing as how he had the man's attention, the green-haired boy spoke up. "Look, the smell of dead and the cries of Grimm will only last a couple of hours depending on how fast you skin them." Hazama looked back to the pack. "Well, I guess you could say that I've won the bet." The teen crossed his arms. "So, does that mean I've earned my triple pay?"

The man just stared at him. After a minute, he laughed uncontrollably. "Hahahaha! I like you, kid. Sure, I'll pay you triple the price. You mind bringing the alive ones to the back? I'll get to it right after this.I'll grab the money while you're doing that." Hazama nodded his head. Dragging all of the brutally damaged, but not dead, bodies to the back of the house.

After such actions, Hazama walked back to the front of the door. "I'm finished, good sir." He announced as he soon stood in front of the wood. "Do you have my pay yet?" He asked as he heard footsteps approaching. The smile on his face soon gained a raised eyebrow when a gun was leveled right against his forehead.

"Yeah, I got it. But like hell I'm paying some fucking kid!" The man grinned as he pulled the trigger. Satisfaction filled his being as he watched Hazama fall to the ground in a limpness fashion. Not a single muscle twitched as the body laid still. "Hehe, now time to get my reward."

"Really, Hazama? You saw that coming a mile away yet you still got hit?"

The man froze. No way… it was impossible… He shot the brat right in the middle of the fucking head! How the hell was he still alive?! Words escaped the boy's lips despite him being a corpse!

"Come now, Terumi," Hazama coolly replied back as he slowly began getting back up to his feet. "Can you blame me for trying to humor an old man?" With both eyes open, he stared at the adult in the room. "Oh, Mister, would you mind entertaining my friend for me? He's been building up some aggression and I think you'll be the perfect human punching bag he needs to be put into a good mood."

The sluggish movement as Hazama got up could be compared to a zombie. A dark green energy soon began to surround the green-haired teenager. The entire being was cloaked in the spectral energy. Yellow eyes were soon seen through the shadows of clothing that was suddenly new on 'Hazama's' person.

This 'new' figure wore a hooded yellow cape with black markings and large rolled-up cuffs along with long black ribbons and bandages across his arms. He retained a few article of clothing from 'Hazama', including the shirt which was now open beneath his vest to show off his chest. The tie was loosened as he kept the two belts, black pants, and shoes. Hands were stuffed into his pocket as what was a mocking grin before was now filled with madness.

"So, you're the old fart that shot Hazama through the face." The new person known as Terumi stated before folding his arms. "Then again, there aren't any other old farts with faces as ugly as your mug around here."

The casual insult went over the man's head as the person he had just shot was no longer a corpse. "What the hell? You're supposed to be dead!" He growled, pointing his gun again and shooting the person in front of him.

But none of the bullet affected Terumi. The person had suddenly become a black mass with green lines of energy all over the body. A wide smile was white as if it had just been cleaned by a dentist while one eye was the color red and glowed with madness. Each slug phased through the entity as if he were a ghost as he turned back to his human image.

"Well, I guess I didn't feel like dying today then!" Terumi exclaimed, gesturing outwards like an entertainer. "You and Hazama had a bet and he won. Don't get all pissed off that you lost."

"Why the hell should I pay you when I can just kill you now and take that watch?!" The man growled.

Terumi smirked. "Ohh… I don't know." He sighed in mockery, a tone clear in a sarcastic variety as if he didn't know what to do. But then a look slowly dawned onto his face as if he had the most brilliant idea ever. "How about you- go fuck yourself!"

Terumi quickly rushed forward and delivered a strong kick to the gut. The strike loosened the man's grip on the gun enough to have him drop it. Terumi placed the bottom of his sole against the weapon and slid it across the floor. "You-"

"Fuck you!" Terumi stomped on his head.

"When-"

"Fuck you again!" Terumi threw the chained weapon Hazama used to bite the man's leg.

"Gah!"

"Go fuck yourself!" The green-haired psycho swung and caused the man to be hurled through a wall.

"You-"

"Wow, you're a tough one." Terumi remarked as he pulled the man back into range. With a quick flick, the chain seemed to come to life as the head lifted itself up with the man still within the jaws. The links began to shine green and wrap around the body before slamming the adult head first into the floor.

"I'm going to kill you!" The man's form started to glow as it seemed like he was trying to draw his Aura. "I'll enjoy hearing you scream for mer-!"

"Maybe some other time." The green-haired teen stated, slamming the head back into the floor. Looking down at the body, he noticed that the hands were free from the binding of the chain. Watching the palm turn towards him, he casually leaned back to avoid a fireball to his face. "You done? It actually got boring to beat you up already." He stared flatly. "I can't decide if it's just that you're took weak or age is really getting to you. I'm thinking it's both."

Another ball of fire came from the hand as Terumi avoided it once again. "You! Damn! Brat!" The man growled out, causing an even larger fireball to form. "Dodge this-!"

"Pass." Terumi deadpanned as he commanded the chains to toss the man into a different part of the house. Looking around, he blinked at he just now realized that the house was on fire due to the balls of flames being thrown around. It then hit him. "Shit! I forgot to keep him alive to tell me where he had the money!"

Groaning to himself, he began to search the house. It took him a few minutes, but then he eventually found several wads of cash within what seemed like a bedroom. Grinning with satisfaction, the green spectral energy began to surround him once more and Hazama was back in his normal clothing. "Nice work, Terumi." He said to himself as he pocketed the money and walk straight to the door.

"And the forest burned, burned, burned~. And I'm the one that did it. It burned, burned, burned~. The Grimm all ran and cried. It burned, burned, burned~. And I find it very hysterical. And the Grimm all ran and cried like a bunch of little babies- wah, wah, wah~. Because-"

Singing to himself, he cut himself off as the sight of police cars and fire trucks were right in front of the house. There were so many cops that there was no way that he could escape. The firemen, he could understand. But the cops as well?

Hazama raised his hands in a peaceful gesture.

"It's all right, good sirs, I can assure you that the situation is under control! There is no need to be alarmed. There is also no reason for you all to point your guns at me! No one important has been harmed!"

Break

"Look, for the last time, I was not the one who set the house on fire and killed the that man."

Hazama stated this claim once more as a light was slammed on his face. But the effects were negated in a sense due to his eyes being closed for the entire duration. Instead of wincing as the interrogation officers had expected him to, the smile he wore was still kept up on his face, just squinting towards the officer on the other side of the steel table dead in the eyes. The man interrogating him had nothing about him that even remotely scared Hazama.

His claim… technically it was true. He didn't kill that old man nor did her set the house on fire. The adult was the one who actually probably killed himself due to his own Semblance while the fireball set the house ablaze even more. In fact, Hazama was tempted to say that he had acted in self defense if the situation were to arise.

The interrogator growled in annoyance, prepared to throw even more verbal abuse when there was the sound of a small vibration. Taking out his scroll, he looked at the device for a moment before staring at some kind of window that was in front of Hazama. Groaning, the man and his partner both left the room.

Second later, a familiar female Hazama knew entered the isolated space. "Ah, Miss Goodwitch, fancy seeing you here. Ozpin finally fire you?"

Glynda's face was still stern, not one to be led astray by Hazama's jesting. "Mister Honoka, back here once again." She frowned, looking directly towards the boy's closed eyes. "I honestly do not see what Trinity says is good about you."

Hazama's looked seemed to brighten a bit at the mention of the younger blonde. "Is she here with you?" He asked curiously with perhaps a smidgen of eagerness.

"No, she is busy packing her things for Beacon. The school year is beginning soon you know." Glynda informed the green-haired teenager before narrowing her eyes into a slight glare. "You, however, may never see her again unless it is behind a glass with several security guards surrounding you."

An eyebrow was raised. "What do you mean by that?"

"Mister Honoka," Glynda placed several files down in front of her on the table. "You have been pardoned for several crimes that you have committed through the years thanks to Ozpin. These acts include impersonating an officer of the Atlesian military, impersonating an officer of the police force in Vacuo, impersonating a cleric of the church of Mistral-"

"Oh yeah," Hazama hummed to himself in fondness. "That was funny."

"Pirating a shipping bin full of Nevermore eggs, arson, kidnapping, looting, poaching, and many other heinous acts I never even thought I would ever lay my eyes upon." Glynda sighed as she placed the folders down. "Honestly, I don't see what Trinity and Ozpin say about you."

"Maybe you should just expand your opinion on me a bit more?" Hazama suggested, still earning a glare from the woman. "So, does that mean I'm free to go?"

"Not so fast." The blonde adult stated, for some reason a grin of triumph forming on her lips much to Hazama's displeasure. He hated it when he wasn't in the know of things. "You have committed so many crimes, Ozpin has eventually lost an argument to keep you out of prison. So that is why he had a proposition to the Counsel." Pausing for a couple of seconds, she noticed that Hazama's eyes were now fully open and held and irritated expression. Her grin grew uncharacteristically larger when she noted that the teen was frowning. "You are to attend Beacon Academy, or you will be charged with several life sentences."

"…" Finally, a frown formed on Hazama's lips. "You cheeky bitch."

Break

Immediately leaving the station, Hazama made straight to his temporary abode where he was staying for his time in Vale. The odd part was, it was one of the many warehouses that littered the entirety of the kingdom he was in. Nonchalantly stepping into the supposedly abandoned area, he carelessly walked past a single ginger haired man. A bowler hat was on top of their head as they chose to dawn a white coat with black trousers and brown shoes.

"Wow, 12 midnight," The man stated, leaning against a cane and lighting a cigar. "You decide to buy a can of paint and vandalize the nearest clothing store with green?"

Hazama looked over towards the man with a glare. "Shut up, Torchwick, the cops managed to lay their hands on me." The green-haired teenager stated in irritation, shiny eyes resembling a poisonous snake. "It was either go to school, or get thrown into a cell for several lives." Hands were stuffed into his pocket, but a pair of knives were against his palms.

"Ouch, this is why you shouldn't get caught." Roman jabbed at Hazama's predicament. He then blinked as it dawned on him. "Holy shit, you're actually telling the truth." Walking over towards the green-haired teen, the adult accompanied the boy to wherever. "I feel for you, kid. I can't believe I'm saying that… but I feel for you."

"Not helping." Hazama groaned. Watching Roman shrug and walk away, the teen walked around the warehouse in search of his bedroom. Sighing to himself, he thought about how boring it was going to be at school when he was having much more of a time pissing people off by breaking the law. Well, the bright side was that he was going to see Trinity again; one of the only people he knew that wasn't a bitch, ass, dick, or cunt.

Lost in his predicament, he felt something bump into his chest and he looked down. "Oh, it's you shrimp." Hazama stated, seeing one of his partners-in-crime right below him who was a small girl. The response he got from the short female was a punch to his stomach. "You want to go, you midget?" He growled out.

The girl stayed silent, only raising an eyebrow at how angry the green-haired teenager was. The expression was clearly asking a question. Judging by the situation, she was most likely wondering what was making him so crabby.

"I'm being forced against my will to go to Beacon Academy. If I don't, I go to jail. If I try to run away, bounties will be placed on my head all over Remnant." Hazama sighed, now doing his best to try and calm himself. It wasn't like him to have these thing get on his nerves.

"…" The girl only blinked.

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead." Hazama sighed, not in the mood for anything. "Make fun of me or whatever."

"…"

There was the sound of a sniffle.

Hazama, who's eyes were closed at the moment, slightly opened them for a moment. "What?" He asked himself, looking back down towards the girl. The eyelids only began to open even wider when he saw what was happening. "You have to be kidding m-"

"WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Hazama was completely stunned, not even being able to comprehend what the actual hell he was seeing. He couldn't comprehend what he was watching as the girl seemed to have tears pouring out of her eyes like a water fountain while clutching his body so tightly. "Get off of me, Neo!" Hazama tried to pry the female off, but the girl's grip was tight like a vice. "You're getting snot all over my clothing!"

As his struggle continued to be futile, Roman eventually came across the situation. The adults face was twisted in a mixture of confusion and weirdness. "Hazama…" He said slowly.

"What is it now, Torchwick?" Hazama groaned.

"What is this?"

The green-haired teen had a flat look. "What do you think?" He asked rhetorically.

"WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

"W-why is she making that sound?" Roman questioned.

Hazama shrugged. "I don't know."

The ginger-haired male gripped his cane in irritation. "Well, it's annoying."

"I know!" Hazama agreed.

"Make her stop!" Roman insisted.

"I don't know how!" Hazama exclaimed.

"Well," The criminal stared at his fellow criminal. "Try… try asking her!"

"Oi!" Hazama hit Neo on the head a few times to try and get her attention. "Oi, shortie, what do you want?!"

"WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

"I think she's upset."

"No, shit!" Hazama snapped his head towards Roman.

"I have an idea."

"Do it!"

"I'll do it!" Roman immediately ran away from the scene, leaving Hazama to stand in disbelief of what Roman had just done. Then again, this was an asshole he was dealing with at the moment. But a minute passed when the ginger-haired man came running back with a carton of ice-cream. Cranking his hand back, he hurled the container towards Neo and pegged her straight on the head.

"…" Neo looked down with tear filled eyes towards what had just hit her. Relief spread through Hazama and Roman as she picked up the ice-cream. To their confusion and horror, she opened the container only to slam the contents onto her hair… and suddenly begin crying again while grabbing Hazama once more. "WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

"What in the world?!" Roman exclaimed.

"That always works!" Hazama added

"What does she want?!"

"I don't know!"

"Sing her a song!" Roman gestured.

"Wh-me?!" Hazama placed his hands onto himself. "I can't sing!"

"Sing anyways!"

"What do I sing?!"

"Oh god, anything!"

Break

Hazama groaned to himself, once again hating the fact that he was on an airship surrounded by a bunch of people that he was supposed to 'get along with' for the next few years.

He was sitting on a bench as he looked out the window. Dissatisfaciton was clear on his face. A deep sigh soon escaped his lips this time, dragging one hand over to his fedora to adjust the hat. Lifting his face, Hazama scanned his surroundings.

It was then his trademark grin cracked onto his mouth. Standing up, he walked over towards a hugging couple that was nearby. "Why hello there." He greeted, bowing. "Am I interrupting something?"

The duo pushed each other off, the red-head blushing a bit while the blonde looked over to the green-haired teenager. As soon as their eyes met, Jin's face fell in irritation. "Oh, it you." The blonde stated without any emotion as he turned away from the fancy-clothed boy.

"Aww," Hazama droned on in a hurt fashion. "How could you be so cold to your own brother?"

"Kill yourself, you snake."

I've been waiting to write Hazama/Terumi's trailer… and it turned out to be a lot worse than I expected. Mainly Hazama and not much Terumi… I guess it was like mainly Jin and next to no Ha… That's all I'm going to 'spoil' for Jin.

No flames please.