A/N: So I have a serious question for you guys. Do you prefer the shorter chapters I have so far published or would you prefer me to combine/lengthen them?

Also thanks so much for the reviews so far!

Chapter 4: Silent Attraction

'Ugh I'm never traveling coach again' thought Fenix. Fenix stepped off the walkway from the passenger ship that he had spent ten hours on. Getting from the edge of the border of Vacuo and Vale had been a tiring trip. Ten hours cramped in a passenger transport that had to make stops along the way. Of course when it made these stops they weren't even allowed to get off the ship. So stretching your legs to help relieve the feeling of claustrophobia that can only be felt when a hunk of cramped metal magically takes flight thousands of feet in the air was out of the question.

He rolled his shoulders and rotated his neck popping many joints in the process of hopefully releasing some of the tension built up from the flight. Apparently this motion made more noise than he thought because an elderly lady next to him looked over and gave him a slightly shocked expression. He just smiled to her and began making his way towards the baggage claim. Once there he waited for his bag to make its appearance. It was the third bag to emerge from the chute and he got many curious glances his way with the two swords strapped to the top of his bag. He decided to pay them no mind and started making his way to the exit. Since there was a weapons restriction in airports he was going to have to wait until he was outside to put his weapons on.

His swords were his pride and joy. He was a weapon's enthusiast to put it mildly. He enjoyed being a social person but he also enjoyed it when he could engage people in the discussion of their weapons. Especially those who had the skill to craft their own. He had forged the twins (his nickname for the pair) on his own after he had left the orphanage at age fourteen. Multiple upgrades had led to the finished product now lying before him in their sheaths. Of course they weren't just basic swords but he preferred to not show all their tricks unless necessary. He enjoyed showing them off but knew if he didn't want to get in trouble the day before his first day at Beacon Academy he better follow the rules. He calmly hoped he could show off his weapons fully to somebody who would truly appreciate the art of weapon's crafting at Beacon tomorrow. As he moved towards the exit he glanced down to admire twins in their entire sheathed splendor.

They were Langseax style long swords. They sat roughly three feet in length totally with the blade encompassing two and a half feet and the handle taking up only a half of a foot. One sided blades so that the entire edge side of the blade was sharp for cutting and slashing attacks. The back end of the blades were flat not meant for damaging attacks. Fenix preferred using this side of the blades for non lethal attacks. Primarily when he wanted to subdue or knock out his target instead of kill them. A concave dip ran the entirety of the flat section of the blades perfectly centered. An inlay of two white lines spiraling down the concave dip gave the blades an artistic feature. The tip of the blades were one sided as well facing the edge at a sharp angle. The design of the flat and tip sections of his blades allowed for stabbing motions to be more effective. A bizarre trait for his swords was the ammo clip on the front of each sword located along the hilt and base of his blades. The ammo clip on the left handed sword appeared much bulkier while the one on his right handed sword appeared more compact yet stuck out farther from the blade than the other one did. The hilt of his sword was simple. The cross guard that sat perpendicular to the blade separated the blade from the handle. This small metal section provided very little defensive abilities. The handle was a wooden one with a maple coloring to it. The pommel was a symmetrically angled one that allowed for bashing attacks that had the same purpose as the back end of the blades.

Once he moved outside he began gearing up. Of course the first thing he always did when he went out into the sun was flip his sunglasses (which he affectionately referred to as his "shades") down from their resting place on his forehead down to their more useful position of protecting his eyes. He strapped his dual swords on his back in an upside down 'X' formation with the hilts pointing towards the ground and the blades within their sheaths pointing upwards. He looked to check for the best mode of transportation into the city of Vale and found that there appeared to be a monorail that made stops throughout the city. With that he made his way and boarded the monorail.

The train car was well lit with how much sunlight the windows let through so he kept his shades on. The blaze colored lenses allowed for him to scan the car unknowing to the rest of the inhabitants. He noticed a few seats down and across the car a young dog eared Faunus boy was eying him. He figured the boy seeing a guy in a train with swords strapped to his back was the highlight of his day. So why not make it better? He lowered his shades so the boy could make eye contact and gave the boy a wink. With the boy's amusingly shocked expression that was topped off with his dog ears perking up, he raised his shades back and flashed the boy a smile. With the boy returning the smile he realized they had arrived at a stop at the end of the city so he figured this would be as good a spot as any to begin his exploration of Vale.

When he exited the monorail he quickly realized he was in the industrial area of Vale and took to looking around. Warehouses, factories, and office buildings made up the typical landscape of such a district within a major city. None really caught his eye except for a Schnee Dust Company distribution center that he made sure to note the exact location of. That would most likely be a hotspot for trouble, whether it be a Faunus rights protest or a gang trying to score a major dust supply. He moved down a few buildings and noticed the area began to look rougher. The buildings showed their age on this end of the district and even a few were abandoned. Near the end of the area he noticed a flash of color moving down the side of one of the clearly abandoned warehouses. A group of young teenagers were grouping up and moving quickly down an alley with what appeared to be improvised weapons in their hands. The kids looked to be up to no good with one in the front who Fenix concluded was the ring leader snickering to his followers. They sloppily formed their ranks and jogged around the corner of the alley. Fenix saw that in their haste the group of eight troublemakers had not noticed him standing on the sidewalk and he decided to investigate what they could be up to. He quickly tucked his bag behind a dumpster to avoid it being snatched by some passerby. As he came to the corner he heard the ringleader speak up.

"Give us all your money and jewelry bitch. Then maybe we will go easy on you." A few cocky chuckles came from the group around the corner. Fenix tensed up believing the group had cornered some poor young girl and were robbing her like some schoolyard bully would do to steal a smaller kid's lunch money. His anger boiled within him and he decided to teach these punks a lesson. The hard way.
With a little added drama he turned the corner and loudly unsheathed his swords. The 'shwing' noise startled the group much to his delight. He then took in the entirety of the situation. Within a total of two seconds he noticed three things.

One, the group all had weapons drawn. The ring leader had a sledgehammer that he had taken from over his shoulder and assumed a defensive stance once Fenix made his presences known. The rest of the lot had smaller construction tools brandished but did not appear to have much experience in using them as weapons. Their arsenal ranged from hammers, to screwdrivers, to one girl having a portable power saw. He made sure to note that she should be dealt with first.

Two, the group had cornered a girl. The alley turned into a dead end about twenty five meters from where he currently stood and her back was against an unstable looking brick wall. The boy with the sledgehammer and the girl with the portable power saw stood in the front with the smaller weapon wielders behind them in a hastily thrown together attempt to form ranks. The sides of the group were lined by a brick wall on their left and the outside wall of the abandoned warehouse to their right. Effectively trapping them all in since the warehouse had no doors on this side. The aspiring gang's only means of escape was to go through Fenix. This part of his realization gave him an immense amount of twisted pleasure knowing he wasn't going to let any of them escape unharmed.

Third, and the part that quickly dismissed his thoughts of happily beating the crap out of the little punks, was that the girl was absolutely alluring. She had pink and brown multicolored hair that was perfectly split down the middle. The pink side had a few stylishly placed streaks of white in it. Her eyes were just as mysterious. The eye under the pink hair matched with a creamy pink color and the other matched the hair above it with a chocolaty color. She wore a white jacket that was trimmed with pink and also appeared to be entirely lined with the same shade of pink on the interior. She also had a set of black necklaces intertwining about her neck that seemed familiar to the boy for some reason. This thought was quickly discarded as he noticed the black corset that hugged her form nicely and curved up at the bottom to expose her hips. Sed hips showed her milky white skin tone that for some reason gave him goose bumps. Her pants were brown and held up by two belts. The larger belt hugged her right hip and dipped down on her left hip while the smaller belt hugged her left hip and dipped down on her right hip. Effectively making a wide 'X' with the belts on her lower mid section. Her boots appeared to have large heels to them but were also button up on the exterior side of the boots. He also noticed her petite frame. She was a beautiful woman but appeared to be under five feet tall in the height department. Her pose completely surprised him though. She was standing with one hip popped out and leaning on a white and pink parasol. She had a cocky grin on her face to show she was for some reason amused with the spectacle of eight teenagers trying to overpower her.

Then it clicked in his brain. She wanted them to attack her. She was more than prepared for this half-assed ambush. Maybe she was even enjoying the thought of punishing this pathetic excuse for a gang as much as he was a second ago. With that final thought the two seconds were up and he began his menacing taunt of the kids before him. He began to twirl his blades along his hands. Counter clock wise for two rotations, stop, then clockwise for two rotations again, stop, and then repeat.

"Children, wouldn't you find it unwise to corner a woman in this part of town?" He asked the question making sure his voice was laced with a taunting tone. The multicolored girl on the other side of the group quirked an eyebrow at him as if asking him to elaborate. A question to which he was more than willing to acknowledge.

"I mean it is obvious she knows how to defend herself. As a matter a fact, I would even go as far as to say she was hoping for a fight. Am I right milady?" With that question to her he stopped twirling his blades and grasped them in the backhand grip stance.

The lady in question shrugged her shoulders and momentarily closed her eyes to convey that he had possibly made a valid point. As she opened her eyes she met his fiery orange gaze and conceded a small smile to him. This was enough of a message for him to understand he had guessed correctly about her. She wanted this fight.

"Well then it would be terribly rude of me to let you have all the fun with this group of miscreants." He flipped his blades into the proper forehand grip. "Shall we?" He asked giving her a slight bow before assuming an attacking stance.

Her smile widened and she opened her parasol over her shoulder before giving a small curtsy.

"Well then, ladies first" Fenix quipped.

The beginning of the fight took a different turn than what he had anticipated. He expected her to attack the leader and his lieutenant since they were the closest to her. He would then handle the grunts closest to his end and it would be a quick victory. What he didn't expect, was for her to completely disappear from the battlefield. Fenix and his opponents were left dumbfounded. They were frozen in amazement that somebody could just vanish in front of their eyes as if it was a magic trick.

Fenix then thought, 'hmmmm, magic? A trick then.' He composed himself quicker than his opponents and began using his senses to see if he could gather any clues to her whereabouts. Sure enough he caught the distinct sound of heels clacking on the pavement. He zeroed in on the cloaked girl's location and found her to be approaching the blind side of the girl with the power saw. The unmistakable sound of a sword being unsheathed caused Fenix to spring into action. He took off in a dead sprint, making a bee line to intercept the invisible girl's assassination attempt of the gang member. The group, noticing his movement, began moving to get in his way. Swords versus hammers and other small tools was no problem. Easily dodging and parrying their attacks he quickly made it to his destination. The girl with the power saw didn't have the chance to rev it up. She pulled it up and swung it in a downward motion towards where Fenix's head was about to be. Fenix reacted by pulling up both blades. His left sword stopped the power saw in its tracks and his right one deflected a now visible thin blade attached to an umbrella handle. His deflection allowed his sword to trap the umbrella handle to the ground quickly while he made eye contact with its user.

"That's a bit overboard don't you think?" He raised one eyebrow to her with his question.

All she replied with was a shrug of her shoulders. He then released his hold on her weapon with his right sword and spun to block the sledgehammer coming for the side of her head. He blocked it but the force of the collision forced his sword back as well as the makeshift war hammer of the gang leader. Fenix looked over his shoulder to the multicolor eyed girl.

"Let's try this without killing? Ok?" His answer never came as the girl disappeared again. Leaving Fenix to fend off the group of eight attackers by himself.

"Count yourselves lucky kids." He brought his right sword up and bashed the girl with the power saw with the pommel of his sword. She fell unconscious to the pavement and her weapon clanked on the ground away from the group. In a fluid motion he spun and slashed with his left sword backwards. This move redirected the sledgehammer the leader had been swinging down on Fenix towards the ground to the attackers right handed side. His hands still glued to the weapon left him completely defenseless and Fenix took the dull back end of his right sword to strike the boy in his left side. He heard a crack that meant he probably broke a few ribs as the boy doubled over in pain. As the momentum of the boy doubling over brought his face downwards he was met with the pommel of Fenix's other sword coming up at his face. The impact made a loud thud as the boy left his feet for a second before falling on his back completely senseless.

Fenix turned to the rest of the group. They all appeared angry that two of their comrades had been beaten like that but they also didn't look anxious to receive the same treatment. Fenix pointed his right hand sword to the nearest opponent.

"Drop your weapons, take your wounded, and leave. While you still can." His eyes narrowed daring the rest of them to test his ability to thwart their attack. The group tensed but quickly obeyed his commands. Once the group fled the scene Fenix began to exit the alley way but stopped at the sound of applause from a single onlooker. He turned to see none other than to see the multi colored girl slow clapping while sitting on top of the brick wall behind where the battle had taken place. Sheathing his swords he rolled his right hand forward, tucked his left hand behind his back, and bowed a gentlemanly bow to his audience.

"Why thank you. Thank you. Do you wish for an encore?" He finished his bow and looked up to see her pondering his question with eyes cast towards the clouds and a finger on the side of her cheek. She then looked down to meet his gaze and enthusiastically nodded with a smile.

"Unfortunately it appears I have run out of willing participants so maybe another time. Would you please come down?" Fenix asked holding a hand towards her direction. She fake pouted but stood on top of the wall. A quick flash and she was no longer on the top of the wall but on the ground standing directly in front of Fenix.

"Whoa. Teleportation?" His question earned a quick nod from the girl as she crossed her arms and popped her hip to the side. "So is that your semblance?" His second question got a curious answer. The girl nodded and then stopped as if something was wrong. She then paused and shook her head. "So that's a yes and a no at the same time?" She seemed surprised he caught that and nodded yes enthusiastically. Fenix then struck an idea. "Sounds interesting. I have a proposition for you then." His statement earned a look of intrigue from the girl. "I'm new here. So I need someone to show me around the town. Since I rescued you would you do me the honor of escorting me through Vale and showing me what there is to do in this city?" His request got a raised eyebrow from the girl. He caught her meaning and chuckled. "Ok, I know you could have handled yourself but you made me do all the work here." With that the girl shrugged again and smiled to him. He offered his arm to her and she seemed to get a slight tint of pink on her cheeks as she took it and they walked arm in arm down the alley.