A Devil in RWBY

by Cyruss Singe

Sam Singe, a 17 year old Devilarc who decided one day that he would leave Hell and go to live in a world his father spoke highly of in regards to where Sam's mother is from. This world is called... Remnant. Will he aid those who wish to protect Remnant… or help those who want to see chaos run rampant. Only time will tell as to which side of the balance Sam will fall on.

7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

AN: Wow, it's been a little over two month since any new chapters came out… sorry about that. This chapter has been THEE toughest chapter for me to get done out of all the chapters I've done. A lot of things have happened in those two month, some good, some… not so good. I know that you all probably know what happened to Monty so I won't go into that so much. All I'll say is that the guy was way to young to pass away and that without him making RWBY, I probably would have never found out about Fanfiction. Anyways… without further ado… here's the latest chapter.

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As Sam fell down the portal to Hell all he saw was the familiar blue fire that surrounded his body in the shape of a ball. Once he landed on the ground the ball of blue fire that surrounded him burst, as wisps of the ball slowly began to disappear.

Opening his eyes to see the familiar ground of his home world Sam smiled. "Damn it's good to be back… I just wish that I could stay longer," Sam happily said as he got up from the kneeling position he landed in.

Standing up and looking around he noticed that he had landed at the front gate to his father's kingdom. Turning around, Sam saw the road that led from the kingdom to wilderness. Beyond the wilderness lived farmers who would grow crops and other people who preferred to live outside the walls of the kingdom. 'Man I really wish I could spend some more time here… but alas, I cannot,' Sam thought as he looked into the wilderness as if he could see past it all. However, as he turned back around to look at his father's kingdom he was quickly greeted to the sight of a rifle barrel being aimed at him. Following the barrel to the person pointing it, Sam saw that it was coming from one of the two soldiers that were guarding the gate. The soldier who was pointing the gun at Sam began shouting at him. "FREEZE! Sh-show us your hands o-or else we'll shoot!"

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A few minutes before Sam began falling down to Hell

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"So today's really your first day serving in Hell's Royal Army huh?" Asked Eskil Krüger, a Specialist in Hell's Royal Army, as he stood straight and proper with his rifle in his hand, ready if anything bad were to happen.

"Y-yeah that's right, it's my first day," Answered Bako Vogel, a Private in Hell's Royal Army. "Specialist Krüger…" Krüger turned his head to look at Vogel. "I… I want you to know that even though it's my first day serving in Hell's Royal Army… I'll do everything I can to be the best soldier I can be," Vogel stated proudly, gripping the rifle in his hands tightly.

Krüger chuckled a bit at hearing Vogel's statement. "Don't worry about it so much Private. As long as you remember your training you'll be fine okay," Krüger said reassuringly. Looking to the skies Krüger saw a familiar ball of blue fire that was the sign of someone arriving in Hell. "Private Vogel look alive! Somebody just entered Hell," Krüger warned as he gripped his rifle tightly; ready to raise the sights onto whoever was inside the ball of blue fire. Vogel however, was already aiming nervously at the ball before he even knew who was inside the ball.

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Back to the present

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Even after hearing Private Vogel yell at him to show his hands to them, Sam simply crossed his arms over his chest slowly as to not crumple the blueprints to Junior's batzooka. He did this as he boldly stared down the barrel of the rifle that was currently aimed at his face. As he was about to speak he saw Specialist Krüger gape his mouth open in disbelieve of what he had just seen Private Vogel do to Sam. "PRIVATE VOGEL ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE!" Specialist Krüger yelled. Private Vogel lowered his rifle and turned his head and looked at Specialist Krüger in confusion before he saw Krüger kneel and look down at the ground. "SIR! I am extremely sorry for the actions of Private Vogel. Please understand that it is his first day serving in the HRA. SIR!"

Private Vogel looked at Specialist Krüger, shocked at the fact that he was kneeling and apologizing to this person he had no knowledge of. "Specialist Krüger why are you apologizing to this person on my behalf?"

"Private, do you seriously not know who you just aimed your rifle at?" Krüger angrily asked Vogel, while still keeping his eyes on the ground below him.

'Why is Specialist Krüger acting like this in front of this guy? Just who is this guy?' Vogel thought as he turned his head to look at the person before him. Looking at the person that had bravely stared down the barrel of his rifle without flinching, Vogel didn't see any distinct marks about him that would make him someone to remember… until he saw his mask. "Wait a minute… that mask your wearing looks very… familiar. I've seen you somewhere before… where have I seen you?" Vogel looked at the Sam for a few second as he scratched his chin while trying to remember where he had seen him. After a few more seconds of looking at Sam… Vogel put two and two together in his head and quickly remembered where he had seen Sam. "Wait a minute… Specialist Krüger. I-is he… wh-who I think he is?" Vogel asked nervously as he turned to look at the still kneeling Krüger.

"Yes Private, he is EXCATLY who you think he is. The mask he's wearing should have given that away," answered Krüger.

Private Vogel slowly turning his head in fear to face Sam. "A-a-are you r-really who I think y-you are?" Vogel asked with his voice laced with fear.

"Yes… Private. I am EXACTLY who you think I am," Sam stated.

'What have I done!' Private Vogel began to shake in fear as he realized what he had done to Sam when he first met him. He dropped his rifle and then immediately dropped down on one knee as he kept his face aimed the ground while keeping his eyes closed. "SIR! I AM DEEPLY AND SINCERELY SORRY FOR MY ACTIONS AGAINST YOU. I COULDN'T RECOGNIZE YOU WITHOUT YOUR-"

"Combat gear?" Sam said, finishing Vogel's sentence.

"Y-YES SIR! P-PLEASE DON'T HAVE ME SENT TO A WORK CAMP, IT'S MY FIRST DAY SERVING IN THE HRA. I… I DIDN'T KNOW."

"I didn't know…?" Sam asked as he motioned with his hand for Vogel to finish his sentence.

"I DIDN'T KNOW. SIR!"

"Ok Private, first off, you can stop with the yelling, it's starting to give me a headache. Second off, I'm not going to be sending you to a work camp," upon hearing this Vogel nervously tilted his head up to look at Sam and opened his eyes.

"R-really sir?" Vogel nervously asked.

"Yes Private really. And thirdly…" Sam reached his hand out to Vogel. "get up off the ground Private."

Private Vogel looked at Sam's hand, then at his face, and then back to his hand before he nervously took it and picked himself off of the ground. "A-are you serious sir? Are y-you really not going to have me sent to a work camp?" Vogel wondered as he gave Sam an unsure look.

Sam saw that Vogel's rifle was still on the ground so he knelt down and picked it up. "Your rifle Private?" Sam knowingly asked as he held the rifle out for Vogel to grab. After a few second of looking at the rifle in Sam's hand Vogel grabbed the rifle and muttered out a quick 'thank you' to Sam for picking up his rifle. "I'll say it again Private. I. Won't. Be. Sending. You. To. A. Work camp." Sam stated while pocking Vogel in the chest every time he paused. "You said it was your first day serving in the HRA right?" Vogel nodded his head. "Well… since it's your first day… I guess I can excuse this little incident of yours. As long as you promise me that it will NE-VER happen. Again… can you promise me that Private?"

"Y-yes sir! I promise you that it will never happen again! If there's anything I can do to show you that I'm sorry for what I've done then please don't hesitate to let me know," Vogel stated as he bowed his head to Sam.

'Hmmm, what could I have Private Vogel do for me? I guess I could have his go get the portal to Remnant started so I can get back sooner… even though there'll still be that twelve hour time shift.' Sam thought as he looked at Vogel, who was still had his head bowed down. "Very well Private Vogel, if you want to make it up to me then I actually have something you can do for me… that is… if you're up for it?"

Vogel immediately raised his head up and looked at Sam with determination gleaming in his eyes. "Yes sir! Whatever you need me to do I'll do it. Anything to show you that I'm sorry for what I did I'll do, you can count on me sir," Vogel stated proudly with his rifle held tightly in his hands.

"Good. What I need you to do isn't anything particularly difficult actually, but it is something I need done immediately. Since I do not have much time to spare I'll just get straight to the point and spare you most of the details. What I need you to do is to go to my father's castle and tell the court mages to get the portal to Remnant up and ready to go immediately. They will know what you are talking about, and if any of them give you trouble… tell them that it was a direct order from me," Sam said with a somewhat cocky grin under his mask. Looking past Vogel, Sam saw that Krüger was still kneeling with his head tilted down. "Krüger why are you still kneeling?" Sam asked, slightly annoyed.

"My apologies sir," Krüger said as he stood up and brushed the dirt that was on his uniform off. After he brushed all the dirt off of himself he picked his rifle off of the ground and held onto it tightly.

"Oh don't be like that Krüger, after all the shit we've been through, are you really going to try and pull that shit with me?" Sam asked with his head slightly tilted to the side and his eyebrow raised.

"Hehe sorry about that sir, force of habit," Krüger said as he shrugged his shoulders. "It's been some time since I've last seen you."

"Yeah, it has been some time. The last time I remember seeing you was when you were a Private like Vogel here," Sam said as he gestured to Vogel. "How's the missus doing?"

"Oh she's doing good. Still worried about me serving in the HRA though… but she supports my decision nonetheless," Krüger said with a smile forming on his face.

"Well tell her I said hi when you get the chance okay," Sam asked as he got into a more relaxed stance.

"Will do sir, will do."

"Good, now if you soldiers would be so kind as to raise the gates," Sam requested as he looked past the gates to his fathers kingdom. "I have some business to attend to."

"Right away sir!" Both of the soldiers exclaimed as they went to have the gate to his father's kingdom raised.

As Sam walked towards the gate he saw Krüger and Vogel stand at both sides of the gate with their rifles held in their hands tightly. Seeing that the gate was rising at a steady rate Sam continued to walk at his regular pace without stopping to wait for the gate to raise high enough for him to clear his head. Walking through the gate Sam felt one of the spikes that were on the bottom of the gate barely nick the top of his mask, letting him know that the gate gad barely raised enough for him to pass through without walking right into the gate. After he walked pass the gate for a few seconds, Sam stopped momentarily and turned his head to the side just enough so that he could get a glimpse at Vogel. "Don't forget about that little assignment I tasked you with Private Vogel," Sam started walking into his father's kingdom. "You better not disappoint me," Sam said as he pointed his left index finger back at Vogel, creeping him out as Sam had just randomly pointed his finger behind himself and just so happened to point it at Vogel.

After Vogel saw that Sam had gone far enough so that he wouldn't hear him he turned to look at Krüger. "Specialist?"

"What's wrong Private?" Krüger asked as he looked down the iron sights of his rifle, making sure that there wasn't any form of debris getting in the way of the sights. Once he was sure that the sights were clean he turned his attention to Vogel.

"Do… do you think I messed up on making a first impression on him?" Vogel asked nervously as he fidgeted with the rifle he held.

Krüger scratched his chin as he held onto his rifle in one hand, gripping it in the middle to make sure that it wouldn't tilt forwards or backwards. "Well… yes and no. First off you didn't 'mess up on your first impression'; it's more along the lines that you REALLY fucked up on your first impression. I mean you damn near shoved the barrel of your rifle in his face! I'm actually surprised that he didn't just disarm you and then have you fed to Cerberus, so on the bright side, at least THAT didn't happen. That's the yes part of your question."

Once Vogel heard what could have happened to him he began to shake in fear at the thought of being fed to the hellhound known as Cerberus. "Y-you said 'yes and no'. Can you tell me what the 'no' part was?"

Krüger went back to holding his rifle in both hands instead of just by one hand. "Well… I'm not sure if you remembered this or if you just panicked and copied how I addressed him, but you called him sir. If you called him by his rank he probably would have gotten pissed of at you for calling him by his rank when he wasn't in his combat gear. He REALLY hates it when people call him by his rank when he's not wearing his combat gear, that's why I called him sir and not by his rank. However…" Krüger looked at Vogel from top to bottom and then back to the top. "judging by how scared shitless you looked when you realized who he was and by how you look right now. I'm pretty sure you just called him sir by accident, so you just got lucky."

Vogel took a step back once he realized that he had just dodged the metaphorically massive bullet that Sam is. "…wow! I…I really lucked out didn't I."

"Yes you did Private, I'm pretty sure that you could be considered on of the luckiest people in Hell right now. To do what you did to him without being immediately fed to Cerberus… I'm shocked to say the least," Krüger said with a shocked look on his face. "I'm pretty sure that if anybody else pulled something like what you did, and didn't have the same excuse. They would definitely be getting fed to Cerberus."

"Specialist you can't be se-" Krüger gave Vogel a dead serious look that let him know that he wasn't kidding about the punishment. "Y-you aren't kidding. Isn't that a bit harsh for a punishment!?" Vogel exclaimed.

"Private, you should know that we have an extremely low tolerance for criminal behavior here in Hell. Most of the people who live here know this, and as such, know to be respectful and not cause chaos. Unless they feel like being sent to one of the two work camps we have for an amount of time decided by the king. Also, don't give me this 'Isn't that a bit harsh for punishment' bullshit. Have you already forgotten who you almost shot?" Vogel opened his mouth to answer Krüger's question but then closed his mouth without making a sound. "That's what I thought. You have to remember that there are EXTREMELY severe punishments for when people do stuff like you just did against him," Krüger said with a serious tone. Noticing that Vogel had a sad look on his face Krüger felt as if he had made his point clear to Vogel so he returned to his original stance by the gate before Sam fell down to Hell.

"Specialist?" Vogel said confused tone.

"What is it now Private?," Krüger asked in an annoyed tone, not breaking his line of sight to look at Vogel.

"I… I remember hearing the other recruits call him something when I was in boot camp and… well I was completely convinced that it was just a rumor… but after meeting him first hand I… I'm starting to think that what they said is true, b-but you know that it's a lie right? There's no way that it could possibly be true ri-"

"It is true Private," Krüger said, cutting Vogel off before he could finish his sentence.

Upon hearing that Vogel's eyes went wide as saucers and he took a step back in fear. "W-w-what! Y-you're kidding right? You're just playing around with me right… right!? There's no way that that rumor's true," Vogel said, his voice laced with denial as he looked at Krüger.

Krüger rubbed his hand across his face in an annoyed way. "Why would I lie to you Private?" Krüger said as he turned his face to look a Vogel who still couldn't believe what he had just heard. "What could I possibly gain from lying to you? As a matter of fact, if there was an actual rumor regarding him, I would have it immediately put to rest. I, along with the rest of the veterans of the war, will not allow anyone to badmouth him after what. He's. Done for us!" Krüger realized that he had lost his calm composure and began to yell towards the end. He shook his head and regained his calm composure as he returned to his original stance by the gate, trying to forget the fact that he had lost his cool for a moment.

After hearing Krüger's outburst Vogel was shocked to hear that Krüger had actually lost his cool. Vogel had always know Krüger to be the one person who was calm and collective with his emotions and to never let them get the better of him. "Specialist," Vogel said hesitantly. "H-how do you know that it's true?"

Krüger relaxed his shoulders and rubbed his face tiredly. "The way how I know that that supposed rumor is real…. is because I, along with a few other veteran, was there when it happened. I saw it with my own two eyes… that's how I know that that it's true." Krüger looked to his side to see Vogel with a surprised look on his face, and chuckled at the sight of his face. "Private…" Vogel snapped out of the little trance he was in. "weren't you tasked to do something a few minutes ago?" Krüger asked, raising his eyebrow.

After a few second of trying to think about what Krüger was referring to Vogel remembered that Sam had assigned his to go alert the court mages to begin creating the portal to Remnant. Before he could ask Krüger if it would be ok to leave him by the gate by himself Krüger raised and lowered his hand lazily, letting Vogel know that it was ok for him to go. Muttering out a quick 'thank you' to Krüger, Vogel began running towards the large castle that built towards the back inside the kingdom walls. 'Please don't be done with that business you needed to attend to sir… please,' Vogel thought as he ran as fast as he could towards the castle.

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As Sam walked down the familiar streets of his father's kingdom memories of the times he was there began to resurface. Some good, some… best left forgotten. Once those memories started to enter his head he shook his head to get those memories off his mind. Looking around he saw multiple houses that housed the denizens of Hell who preferred to live within the kingdom on both his left and right side. Walking down the street he was currently on he noticed that most of the kids that were out playing in the street were beginning to get called inside their homes by their parents to get ready for bed. The parents would wave to Sam when they saw him and he would wave back to them as well to be polite.

If there was one thing that he couldn't figure out about taking portals between Remnant and Hell, it was the time shift. Whenever he went from Hell to Remnant, there would be a twelve-hour time shift that would push him twelve hours ahead of whatever the time was in Hell before he left. However, when he went from Remnant to Hell, there was no time shift. Whatever the time was is Remnant; it would be the same in Hell when he got there. This is what frustrated Sam the most about going between worlds. Whenever he wanted to go to Remnant he would always have to give the time shift into consideration when he left. However, when coming back to his home world from Remnant he could do it whenever he wanted to, and not have to worry about a time shift messing with what time it was in his home world.

As he looked around and took in the view of all the houses he had not seen in a while Sam started to slow down the speed at which he walked. Taking his time with seeing all the familiar houses and faces of the people who inhabited them brought a smile to Sam's face, but none of the people who saw Sam could see that he was smiling because of his mask that they thought he never took off.

Raising his hands to put them behind his neck caused Sam to remember what he had came to Hell for in the first place. Once he saw the blueprints to Junior's batzooka in his hand he quickly remembered that he was in Hell to get a new one made for him. Sam started to jog quickly as he made his towards his favorite blacksmith in all of Hell, Farrier. 'Please still be awake Farrier, I do not have a lot of time to spare.' Looking to the sky Sam saw that sun was getting close to setting, this caused Sam to begin using Dash Rune after Dash Rune to make his way to Farrier before he closed up his shop.

Once the familiar sign 'Farrier's Arms' came into sight, Sam used both of his hands to summon Dash Runes to quickly get over to the shop. Stopping in front of Farrier's shop Sam quickly walked up to the door and knocked three times, hoping that Farrier had not closed his shop already and gone to bed. After waiting for a few seconds Sam heard footsteps coming closer to the door. Once the footsteps came to a stop on the other side of the door, the door opened to reveal a lightly tanned man who barely reached up to Sam's shoulder. The man wore a blacksmith's apron with various tools clipped to the side. He was bald with a black, monopoly man style mustache. When he opened the door he couldn't see who was knocking because he was wiping soot that he had gotten from the forge off of his face. "Look buddy, I'm going to be closing up soon so whatever it is that you want you'll have to wait unti-" Farrier finished wiping his face and his eyes opened wide in shock once he saw who had knocked at his door. "PRINCE SAM!"

Sam chuckled at the shocked look on Farrier's face and shrugged his shoulders. "The one and only."

"My apologies prince, I didn't know it was you," Farrier began to nervously rub his back as he tried to think of what to say next. "Uhhh p-please come in," Farrier said as he opened the door and gestured for Sam to enter.

Sam nodded his head in appreciation and entered Farrier's shop. "Thank you very much Farrier."

Once Sam had entered his shop Farrier closed the door behind him and led Sam to the counter within his shop, which they both leaned against with their elbows at the same time. "So Prince, what can I do you for? You need that mask of yours fixed again? I would suggest fixing you chest armor, but I see that you aren't wearing it right now. So tell me, what do you need?" Farrier asked, ready to make whatever Sam came into his shop for. Sam just handed him over the blueprints to Junior's batzooka. After looking over the blueprints Farrier looked up form the blueprints and looked at Sam with a grin on his face. "So you want me to make you another weapon? I would have thought that after your last weapon request you wouldn't be requesting anymore weapons," Farrier asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Hehe, actually Farrier that weapon isn't for me," Farrier tilted his head in confusion. "That weapon is for my second in command at the… 'business' I have on Remnant," Sam stated proudly.

"Ohhhhh so that's who this is for! For a second I thought you were going to be getting yet again ANOTHER weapon. Seriously Prince, you have enough weapons to arm a small squad, for a second I thought you wanted yet another weapon to add to your arsenal. But putting all of that aside, you want me to make this weapon for your second in command at your 'business' right?" Farrier asked as his eyes went back to looking over the blueprints.

"Yup that's right Farrier, my second in command's used to have a weapon just like the one you're looking at, but his was broken during a fight he had a couple of days ago. I want you to make me that…" Sam pointed to the blueprints Farrier was looking at. "exact weapon, and make it to the exact same standards you made my mask, chest armor, and weapons with. Can you do that for me?"

"Hmmm, let me think for a second." Farrier said as he scratched his chin while looking over every detail of the batzooka. "Alright Sam, I should be able to have this 'batzooka' as you call it, done within… fifteen minutes. How does that sound?"

Upon hearing Farrier's estimate on when Junior's batzooka would be finished Sam immediately lost the balance he had from leaning his elbows against the counter causing his elbows to slip from where they were on the counter and Sam hit his back against the counter. "OWWW!" Sam began the area on his back that had hit the counter. "Wait a minute Farrier, are you telling me that you are going to make this weapon in just FIFTEEN minutes?!" Sam asked, unsure if he had heard Farrier's estimate right or not.

"Mmmm, more or less around fifteen minutes, but besides that… yeah." Farrier said as he rolled up the blueprints and took them behind the counter and walked near the door that led to his forge. "Why?" Farrier asked as he gave Sam a confused look.

Taken back by what Farrier had said, Sam's jaw dropped. "Wha- ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? How are you able to make that weapon in just fifteen minutes? You do realize that the weapon can change from a bat to a rocket launcher right?" Farrier nodded 'yes' at Sam. "Then how the fuck are you able to make this weapon so damn quickly!?"

Farrier laughed a bit at how Sam was completely shocked at him being able to make Junior's weapon in around fifteen minutes. "Oh man, my apologies Prince, but the look on you face was priceless. Oh man that was funny!" Farrier cleared his throat. "But in all seriousness Prince the reason why I'll able to make this weapon in around fifteen minutes is because I've hired five new apprentices. Don't you remember that the last weapons you ordered from me were made rather… quickly compared to the other weapons you've ordered from me?" Farrier asked, confused by Sam's question.

As Sam thought about what Farrier had told him he realized that the last time he ordered weapons from him, the weapons were completely finished much faster than the orders he had made with him in the past. "Now that you mention it… the last few orders I made with you were finished rather quickly. So can you seriously have the weapon made in around fifteen minutes?" Sam asked, hoping to be able to place the order for Junior's batzooka and have it finished soon after so he woudn't have to come back to Hell to pick up the finished weapon.

Dropping his head down in frustration Farrier began to rub his face in order to calm himself before he spoke to Sam. "Like I said before Prince. The weapon will be done in around fifteen minutes. Why are you so intent on making sure that it be done in that timeframe?"

Once Sam heard that his eyes widened and a grin began to form on his face under his mask, as he was extremely happy at being able to wait in Hell for a few extra minutes for Junior's weapon to be remade, and not have to come back another day to pick it up. "THAT"S WONDERFUL FARRIER! If you're able to finish up that weapon so quickly then I'll be able to just wait here in Hell and go back to Remnant with the weapon and not have to come back to pick up the weapon some other day."

Hearing the happiness in Sam's voice caused a small smirk on Farrier's face. "Well since you'll be staying here in Hell for awhile should I deliver it somewhere for you?"

"Yeah, have it delivered to my father's castle ok. That's where I'll be at before I head back to Remnant. Oh man thank you so much Farrier, this is exactly why my father chooses you and only you to make the weapons and armor for the royal family and its friends. Although, it will be you and a few other people making the weapon… but I trust you enough to make sure the weapon meets the correct standards or else it gets remade until it meets the correct standards," Sam said as he walked towards the door to leave Farrier's shop.

"Hah! You know that I would never let a weapon leave this shop unless I approve of it to. Anyways, I'll be sure to deliver the weapon and it's blueprints to the king's castle once it's done okay? Although the delivery might add five minutes, so just remember that it might take a few more minutes once it's made to get it delivered," Farrier asked with one foot already inside the room to his forge.

With his hand on the doorknob, ready to leave for his father's castle, Sam turned his head to look at Farrier before he left his shop. "I actually forgot about having the blueprints delivered with the weapon itself so thanks for reminding me about that. Also, the five extra additional minutes won't be a problem for me, so don't worry so much about that. All I want right now is for that weapon to be finished and ready to come back with me to Remnant when I go… along with the weapons blueprints too of course. Thanks for doing this for me Farrier, and on such short notice too," Farrier simply nodded his head and went into his the forge to have the creation of Junior's batzooka started. As Farrier went into the forge, Sam exited his shop and felt a huge pain of having to come back to hell to retrieve Junior's batzooka fall off of his shoulder.

Tilting his head to his right Sam saw his father's big castle and decided to start walking over to make sure that Vogel had told the court mages to have the portal to Remnant up and ready to go. 'Vogel you had better gotten to my father's castle and instructed the court mages to have the portal to Remnant ready to go by the time I get there or else you are going to be in A LOT of trouble."

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Walking up to the large double doors of his father's castle Sam saw the two guards who guarded his father's castle quickly put the butt of their rifles on the ground once they saw Sam. "Welcome back to Hell sir!" Both of the soldiers exclaimed in unison. Sam simply pointed at the doors and the two soldiers nodded their head, opened the doors to his father's castle, and closed the doors once Sam entered the castle.

The first thing Sam saw once he had entered the castle was the fancy bright red rug at his feet. The rug itself was extremely long as it reached fifteen feet in length and had symmetrically black vines woven into the edges of it as per request of the king. After the rug reached the ten-foot mark it split in two where each end went for the remaining five feet in opposing directions and then stopped at the foot of the dual staircases at the far end of the foyer. Above the space between in-between the staircases hung a large and incredibly detailed glass chandelier that glistened when sunlight shinned on it. To the left of the foyer was a wooden door that led into the kitchen area where the cook and her assistants would prepare the meals for the royal family and the friends of the royal family who lived inside the castle. The kitchen area was large to accommodate the large amount of people who would all work at the same time to make food when food was requested, as food was mainly requested in large quantities. The kitchen area also needed to be large so that it could store all the various meats, vegetables, spices, and other ingredients used by the cook and her assistants.

To the right of the foyer was a large metal door that led to the large and spacious training room Sam had used about half of the times when he was being trained to use his various weapons by their respective instructors. The training room had a multitude of training dummies that Sam would practice on after being given a command by his current instructor at the time. Due to the high amount of damage Sam would normally inflict on the dummies, a constant shipment of dummies would always be coming into the training room every other day when Sam was undergoing weapon training.

Upon entering the room one would see ten training dummies lined up side by side at the far end of the room. The floor of the training room was made up of stone grey colored tiles to match the walls. On the far left side of the room there were bars protruding from the wall, which were used for pull-ups. The wall near the bars had rectangular cuts in it, allowing a person to climb the wall. However, once the climber got to a certain height the cuts in the wall began to start going to the right, forcing the climber to have their feet dangle in midair and have them rely solely on their arm strength if they wanted to keep going. Once the climber reached the back end of the room there were more cuts in the wall that allowed the climber to go back down to ground level. If the climber couldn't make it to the end of the room they would end up taking a six-foot drop back to the ground regardless of how tall the climber is.

The reason why there would be a six-foot drop regardless of height was because the court mages cast a spell on the cuts in the wall that caused the cuts to raise themselves so that the climber would end up falling five feet down no matter how tall they are. The cuts would asses how tall the climber is and add six extra feet to how far the climber would fall down to remind the climber that there would be a punishment for failing to not make it to the end of the room. On the right side of the room were various types of weapons used for training purposes. The weapons ranged from daggers to katanas and even a couple of pistols that were added solely because of the pistol training that Sam underwent.

Walking along the rug towards the dual staircases Sam looked at the large metal door that led to the training room. 'Ahhh the training room, it's been a while since I've last been in there. I wonder if I have a few minutes to spare?' Sam quickly went up the left side of the dual staircases to check the time on the grandfather clock that was placed at the top of the staircase. Sam knew that whatever the time was on the clock would be in the afternoon because he remembered that the sky was getting dark out, signaling that night was approaching.

However, when Sam saw the time he couldn't believe the time the clock had displayed. He quickly went over to the grandfather clock that was placed at the top of the right side of the dual staircase to see if the time the first grandfather clock displayed was wrong… but alas, it wasn't. When he looked at the other grandfather clock it displayed the exact time as the other on. "Are you serious! It's already 8:30… fuck! Well, it looks like I won't have any time to hit the training room… damn, really wish it wasn't so late." Putting his hands into his pockets Sam began walking down the hallway in-between the two clocks towards the dining hall. Coming out of the hallway Sam saw the familiar dining hall where he, his father, and the family friends ate.

The dining hall was a large room with torches adorning the walls to provide extra light in addition to the windows that alternated between clear glass windows to stained glass windows. In the middle of the hall there was a long dining table capable of sitting thirty people plus the king who sat at the end of the table. Past the table came three long steps that led to the king's throne that was at the far end of the hall.

The king's throne was a large, mostly black royally themed chair. Both the back and seat of the chair were made up of a soft black fabric while the rest of the chair was made of wood that was painted a lighter shade of black. The armrests were wide enough for the king to rest both of his arms on them without any parts of his arms hanging off of the edge. In the center of the armrests was a thin blood red line that went from the very back of the armrest to the rise at the front of the armrests that resembled a black bubble which the king used to place his hands on.

The front two legs of the throne were cut and shaped to resemble the paws of the hellhound Cerberus, while the back two legs were cut and shaped like regular legs for a throne. The top of the throne was made a bit differently than most thrones. Instead of having intricate carvings made along the top of the throne like most thrones, the top had no carvings on it and looked like a regular throne minus the carvings except for one noticeable feature that was tilted outwards as it protruded from the center of the top of the throne… a sword handle.

Most people would look at the king's throne with a confused look as they saw the brown leather handle of a sword tilt outward as it protruded from the top of the king's throne. Whenever somebody asked the king why there was a sword handle at the top of his throne he would just tell the person, "I didn't want my throne to be so plain and simple, so… I decided to have the handle of a sword at the top of my throne," but in reality there was actually a real sword hidden inside his throne. Whoever looked at the handle couldn't see the crossguard of the sword because it fit flush with the top of the throne, making the handle the only visible part of the sword. The sword was a simple longsword that had the blade hidden inside the back of the throne. If he ever needed to draw his sword he would simply reach above his head, grasp the handle tightly, draw the blade, and get ready for combat. However, due to the fact that he always had guards at the front of his castle, he'd rarely have a reason to draw the sword, so it mostly stayed inside his throne, ready to be drawn if need be.

Looking to his left Sam saw that the order he gave Private Vogel had been accomplished, as the court mages had created the portal from Hell to Remnant and were currently focused on keeping it from breaking. 'Well Private Vogel, it would seem that you were able to accomplish that little task I assigned you… well done.' After Sam made his way to the portal he quickly remembered that Farrier was going to have Junior's new batzooka ready for him before he went back to Remnant, remembering this Sam decided to wait nearby the mages for Farrier to show up. Sam decided to not talk to the mages as they were concentrating very hard on keeping the portal open. As he stood nearby the court mages Sam heard the door on the right side of the room open and close shortly after but paid no attention to it. A few seconds later he realized his mistake of not looking at who opened the door, but by then it was already to late as he saw a familiar black serpent head wrap around his left ankle. "OH SHIT!" As Sam said that he was lifted into the air by the serpent head that dangled him in the air upside-down. "Uuuugghhh… hello Jackie," Sam said as he dangled helpless in the air. Following the serpent head that held him in midair he saw that the head was originating from none other than his twin pistol instructor/family friend, Jackie Estacado.

"Hey there Sammy boy, long time no see. It would have been real nice to hear a 'good bye Jackie' or a 'thanks for all the help you and Jenny gave me during the war, after the war, and even still up to today', but no. Apparently… you decided to leave without telling me anything, so tell me Sam. What gives?" Jackie asked with his arms crossed over his chest. He glanced to the side to see if the court mages were watching him but saw that they were still to busy keeping the portal open for Sam. "I'm not gonna let you down until you tell me why you left without so much as a goodbye so get talkin'," Jackie said slightly annoyed.

"Ugh, it's good to see you too Jackie. Listen, if you let me down I promise that I'll tell you why I didn't do any of the things that you listed… okay?" Sam said as he dangled in the air upside-down. Jackie, knowing that Sam was a man of his word, summoned his other serpent head and used it to help Sam down carefully. "Thank you." Jackie removed the two serpent heads created by The Darkness that were wrapped around Sam's ankle and torso, and returned them back into his body.

Seeing Sam again brought a small smile to Jackie's face as he remembered the time when he trained Sam to use two pistols at once. "Hmm, no problem Sam. Now… "Jackie reached up high, wrapped his arm around Sam's shoulder, and yanked Sam down to his height. "start talking."

Taking a slow deep breath, Sam prepared to explain himself for leaving without saying a word about it to Jackie. "Okay Jackie… let's start at the beginning. I'm sorry for not telling you that I was leaving. I didn't have time to go around and say goodbye to everyone because if I did, I would have gotten to Remnant even later than I wanted to… but I do apologize for not even saying a 'goodbye' or a 'thank you' to you or Jenny before leaving. Speaking of Jenny… how's she doing?"

"First… "Jackie's face changed from angry to happy. "apology accepted. C'mon Sam, how could I get mad at the one and only person who PERSONALLY asked me to teach them how to use twin pistols," Jackie released Sam. "I'm not mad at you Sam, but remember to at least say a goodbye to me or Jenny before you leave next time okay? And turn off that fucking mask you're wearing Sam, you know I hate listening to that robot voice. I can deal with you wanting to wear that all the time but turn it off when you're talking with me."

Sam stood back up to his regular height. "Hehe, sorry about that Jackie." Sam pressed the button on his mask and turned off the voice modifier, allowing him to speak in his normal voice. "I've been using that voice modifier so much that I tend to forget when I'm using it and when I'm not," Sam said a tinge of regret in his voice as he remembered that Jackie hated it when Sam spoke to him with his voice modifier on.

Jackie looked at what Sam was wearing and noticed that he wasn't wearing his normal chest armor, but instead, his work clothes. "Hey Sam. Did you just get off of your job?" Jackie asked knowing that Sam had gotten off work.

"Yeah, how did know you?" Sam asked, shocked that Jackie knew he had gotten off of his job of being a crime boss.

Jackie let out a soft chuckle. "Because you're still wearing your work clothes. Normally you'd be wearing that chest armor you love so much; instead, you're wearing that black dress shirt you only wear when you come off of work. That's… how I know you just got off work," Jackie stated proudly.

Upon looking at what he was wearing Sam saw that he WAS wearing his work clothes and facepalmed himself. "Wow… I can't believe that I forget that I was in my work clothes. Anyways… yeah, I just got off work. The reason… my second in command's weapon was broken during a brawl he had in my club, along with most of the dance floor, a few of my henchmen, and my second in commands body guards."

Hearing this caused Jackie to widen his eyes in shock. "Damn Sam what the hell happened? From what you just told me it sounds like whoever did that is out for you."

Sam rubbed the back of his neck tiredly before responding to Jackie. "Well first off, No. The person who did that isn't out for me. From what I understand she was just looking for some information on some chick."

"Then why the hell did she do all that to your business?" Jackie asked somewhat calmly as he leaned against the dining table that was behind him to the point where it looked like he was almost sitting on it.

Sam interlaced his fingers behind his neck. "Ughh, hell if I know. My best guess would be that she did it for the sake of doing it. All I know is this: She came into my club even thought she's underage, went to my second in command and grabbed his balls, interrogated him for information about that chick she was looking for, and when my second in command told her that he didn't know anything she let him go… but then she tried to kiss him saying that they should 'kiss and make up'. She didn't actually kiss him though, but when he got close enough she punched him so hard that he went flying through the air and ended up crashing into one of the glass pillars in the club. After she did that she… uhhh… well… then she proceeded to damn near destroy the club part of the building," Sam said somewhat frustrated. Sam began remembering how his club looked like when he got back after his four-year absence and let out a deep sigh. He then remembered the large bill he had to pay to get the club portion of the building up and running in one day so that they wouldn't have to stop the illegal operations they ran because there would be no people to hide what they were doing while people were partying at the club section of the building.

Jackie looked at Sam with a shocked expression. "Some this random broad seriously did all that?" Jackie asked, surprised at the amount of damage one girl had managed to do. After Jackie asked his question Sam shock him head to confirm what Jackie had asked. "… Damn… all that damage… done by just one single girl. Tell me Sam, have you already killed this broad… or are you planning on killing her? Because if you need some help I think I could go with you to Remnant to help 'take care' of this broad."

"Pfft, I wish it was that easy," Sam unlaced his fingers and shoved them into his pockets. "Believe me Jackie, if I could kill her I would, but I gave my word to a man saying that I wouldn't permanently kill any of the other students I'm going to school with."

"Jackie looked at Sam with a confused expression on him face before he spoke to him. "Hold on hold on, what are you talking about Sam? Who's this guy you gave your word to? And what the hell did you mean by ' any of the other students I'm going to school with'?"

"Ohh yeah that's right! I haven't told anyone what I was actually planning to do while on Remnant… besides my father that is," Sam nervously rubbed the back of his neck as Jackie gave him an annoyed look. "Hehehe, sorry about that Jackie it uhh… must have slipped my mind. Let me tell you what I've been doing on Remnant so far: On my first day back at Remnant I saved some random man from getting run over by some speedy asshole, got accepted into a prestigious combat school, put on a team comprised of four girls my age that may or may not be complete assholes, I meet this really really sweet girl named Velvet who's got these two long brown rabbit ears coming out of the top of her head…"

Sam took a few second to catch his breath. "met up with three of my five friends, took care of the club section of my business, went to a nice little café with that girl Velvet I told you about, met up with the rest of my teammates while I was with Velvet even though I wish I hadn't, went back to see how my club was doing because I paid a guy to have it all fixed in one afternoon, went to my office, picked up the blueprints for my second in command's weapon, and then I came here to have Farrier make a new one," Sam hunched over as he was out of breath from describing what he had been doing. Once he regained his breath he looked at Jackie and saw that Jackie was quite shocked to hear what Sam had been up to. "That pretty much explains what I've been doing on Remnant so far."

"Wait a minute, something still confuses me," Jackie stopped leaning against the dining table and stood up straight. "How did you get into a combat school? Don't you need to have some kind of record that shows who you are?" Jackie asked as he stood in front of Sam.

"I got into the combat school because that random guy I saved just so happened to be the headmaster of the combat school I wanted to go to. And yes. I would have needed some sort of record to show who I am… except the headmaster had already heard about me and what I do," Sam saw that Jackie looked concerned and was about to ask a question but Sam cut him off before he could. "Before you ask, no. He doesn't know about me being a crime boss, he only knows about me being a contract killer… or whatever you want to call a person who gets paid to kill certain people. Since he knew about that part of me he allowed me to become a student… but he did set up a few rules I have to follow if I want to be a student. And if you want to ask what type of rules I need to follow… don't. I don't feel like going over the rules I need to follow. There are really annoying! But that's the price I gotta pay if I want to be a student."

"… Wow… you've really had one hell of a time while away from here. And it's only been three days Sam!" Jackie reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pocket watch to check the time.

Sam looked at Jackie and was confused to see him with a watch. As far a Sam knew, Jackie never used watches, so to see him use one confused Sam. "Hey Jackie, I thought you didn't use watches?"

"Hehe, Jenny got me this Sam. She was looking through the market place, saw this, and decided that it would look good on me, Jackie answered as he closed the watch and put it back into his pocket.

"…Oh," Sam said dryly. "Well I think it looks nice on you… hey Jackie I have to ask," Sam's tone quickly shifted from happy to serious. "…How… how's hedoing? I mean. No disrespect towards Jenny or anything but I just have to know… is he doing okay? It's been some time since I've last seen or even talked to him. Tell me he's okay Jackie, please tell me he's doing alright!?"

Jackie saw that Sam was starting to panic a bit and knew that he had to act quickly before Sam started to freak out. "Sam, Sam! Listen to me Sam," Jackie put both of his hands on Sam's mask and made him look directly at him. "… He's doing just fine. Jenny and I would never let anything happen to him, you know that! C'mon Sam calm down, it's pretty late so he's probably sleeping right now. Okay?"

'C'mon Sam calm down, Jackie said he was doing fine,' Sam thought to himself as he slowly began to calm down. Eventually Sam let his shoulders drop down as they had tensed up as he began to panic. Sam looked at his hands and saw that they were still shaking a little bit. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down completely Sam saw that his hands slowly stopped shaking. After he saw his hands stop shaking completely he looked back at Jackie. "You aren't lying to me right Jackie? I'm sorry if I come across as rude but you've got to understand that when it comes to his safety… I. Don't. Play. Around."

"I don't blame you for worrying about him so much Sam. I may not be able to understand just how much you care for him, but…" Jackie put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "I have a feeling the amount of care you hold for him is close to the amount of care I have towards Jenny."

Sam let out a small chuckle once he heard Jackie's comparison. "Yeah… I guess I do care for him around the same amount that you care for Jenny. Let me ask you something Jackie… would you… take a bullet to protect Jenny?" Jackie took his hand off of Sam's shoulder and crossed both of his arms over his chest.

"I would do it in a heartbeat," Jackie said immediately without any form of regret in his voice.

"Well then that makes two of us. It seems that we would both take a bullet for those that we care for, but then again it doesn't surprise me that you would take a bullet for Jenny. After you told me all the stuff you two have been through I'd expect no less from you," Sam said happily.

"Hey Sam I have to ask you, whe-" Jackie was cut off by the sound of someone running up the stair. As they both turned their attention to whoever was running up the stairs the two saw that it was Farrier, and he was carrying Junior's new Batzooka in the bazooka form.

"Prince! I- damn this thing is heavy! I've got the weapon you requested and I've…" Farrier saw that Sam and Jackie looked to be in the middle of a conversation. "Oh… my apologies Prince did I… did I interrupt something?" Farrier said, worried that he had interrupted whatever Sam and Jackie were doing.

Before Jackie could speak Sam clapped his hands together and began walking over to Farrier. "Farrier you magnificent weapon creator! This looks exactly like the one my second in command had before it got broken. Wait a minute…" Sam saw that the blueprints to Junior's Batzooka weren't in Farrier's hands, as he was using both of his hands to hold the Batzooka. "Farrier… where… where are the blueprints I gave you?" Sam said slightly psychotically. Sam was worried that Farrier had forgotten the blueprints he had given him to make the Batzooka at his shop.

Hearing Sam speak in a slightly psychotic tone caused shivers to go up Farrier's spine. He had never heard Sam speak like that before, and that scared Farrier. "I- I put the blueprints you gave me…" Farrier put the tube end of the Batzooka on the ground and lifted it enough for him to grab the rolled up blueprints that fell out of the tube. Once he grabbed the blueprints he carefully balanced the batzooka on the ground with the tube end pressed against the floor. "in the tube. There was absolutely no way that I could possibly carry both the Batzooka and its blueprints, so I decided to put the blueprints inside the tube of the Batzooka and then just carried it over here," Farrier scratched the back of his head nervously. "Hehe, sorry about that Prince. Didn't mean to scare you," Farrier said as he held out the blueprints and tilted the Batzooka towards Sam.

"… Oh. Well then I apologize for getting mad at you. I just didn't want to go back with my second in command's weapon and not bring him the blueprints for his weapon." Sam took the blueprints in one hand and then lifted the Batzooka so that it rested on his left shoulder. "Man… this thing looks exactly like the one he used to have. Well done Farrier, well done," Sam said as he admired the Batzooka Farrier had made for Junior.

Farrier bowed his head towards Sam. "Thank you Prince, it is always a pleasure and an honor to create a weapon for you," Farrier lifted his head and saw Jackie looking at him. "It is also a pleasure and an honor to create a weapon for any of the family friends of the king," Farrier saw Jackie crack a small smile. "Well I believe that I am done here Prince. Do you need anything else from me?" Sam shook his head no. "Then I shall be on my way, goodnight everyone," Farrier said to everyone in the room. He then turned around and started making his way out of the castle.

Once Sam heard the doors to the castle open and close he started walking towards the portal the court mages still had open for him to return to Remnant. But before he could walk into the portal Jackie spoke up and stopped Sam from leaving Hell. "Hey Sam hold on a minute! I need to ask you something before you go on back to Remnant," Sam stopped just as he was about to walk into the portal and turned to look at Jackie. "When are you going to come back here? He really wants to see you again Sam… he misses you. He hasn't seen you in almost three months! And he keeps asking Jenny and me when he'll be able to see you again, but we just keep telling him that he'll be seeing you soon. We can't keep on telling him that Sam, eventually he's going to catch on and start demanding to see you and I'm pretty sure that he won't stop until he sees you."

Sam set the Batzooka down on the ground and began rubbing what would be his forehead if he wasn't wearing his mask. "Look Jackie, I don't really know when I'll be able to come back here. Believe me Jackie; I want to see him just as badly as he wants to see me I just… I just don't have the time to see him right now," Sam stopped rubbing his mask and looked at Jackie. "Tell him… tell him that I miss him too and that I'll do everything I can do to come see him again. Can you do that for me Jackie?" Sam said in an almost begging tone.

Jackie gave a long sigh as he ran one of his hands through his hair before he spoke. "I'll tell him, but you better make sure that you come see him soon Sam, if you don't… I don't know what he'll do. My guess is that he'll do everything that he possibly can to go see you."

"I know… I know. I owe his that much for not seeing him in so long… I just hope that he's not too mad at me when he sees me," After saying that Sam heard Jackie laugh.

"I really doubt that he'll be mad at you Sam, if anything he'll be overjoyed to see you again."

"I really hope so Jackie," Sam said as he picked up Junior's Batzooka and rested it against his shoulder again. "I really hope so." Sam turned around and began walking into the center of the portal. "Oh yeah… one more thing Jackie. Can you let everyone else know what I've been up to so far; I don't feel like saying everything I told you all over again to everyone," Sam saw Jackie nod his head yes. "Thanks Jackie. It's good to see you again but I've got to get back to Remnant right now!" Sam said as he felt himself slowly lift up off of the ground and shortly after he was shot back up to Remnant.

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SAM'S OFFICE – 8:55 A.M.

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Inside Sam's office the lamp that he had turned on when he entered his office had been turned off. The office only had a very little amount of light in it, and it was coming from the morning light that came through the windows at the front of the club. After a few second the sigil that Sam had created when he left for Hell began to glow again. Once the sigil began glowing like it had when Sam left, Sam popped out of it. Immediately after Sam popped out the sigil faded away. By the time Sam hit the ground he saw that the sigil was completely gone.

"Good to know that when I use the old method of going back to Hell it still leaves the sigil I used so that I end up back at the exact spot where I left from… that'll be…. helpful."

Walking out of his office and from the hallway that led to his office Sam ended up at the club section of his building. Sam had decided that the club would only be open from five in the afternoon to two in the morning so that the people who got off of work at five in the afternoon would be able to have somewhere to go and have a drink or two after work. It may have been an extremely early time for a nightclub to be open, but Sam's club didn't play music until nine in the afternoon so his club was just a bar until then.

Sluggishly making his way up the stair that led to the living quarters Sam got to a point where he began walking like a zombie as soon as he reached the hallway that led to the room that he shared with Junior, Miltiades, and Melanie. Once Sam got to the entrance of their apartment he opened the door with his scroll as the door would not open unless a scroll that was authorized was shown to the scanner above the doorknob.

Upon entering the apartment Sam noticed that it was dead silent, he took off his shoes so that he wouldn't make any noise and then he began walking around the apartment. He first checked the living room area to see if anyone was there but he found that the living room was empty. He then turned his head to see if anyone was in the kitchen and just like the living room, it was empty. Becoming confused at the fact that his friends weren't up, he decided to look into their rooms to see if that's where they were.

As he checked all of their rooms he had found where they were. Melanie, Miltiades, and Junior were all in their respective rooms sleeping. 'Man, must have been a long night if they're still asleep,' Sam thought to himself as he closed the door to Junior's room. He left Junior's new and improved Batzooka inside the glass case he had used for his other Batzooka before it had been broken. Not being able to find where Junior kept the blueprints for his weapon Sam simply decided to leave them on the nightstand that was next to Junior's bed. As soon as he left Junior's room he slowly dragged his feet along the floor of his shared apartment to his room, as he was on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. Upon entering his room Sam was barely able to get himself completely on his bed before he passed out. The only parts of his body not making it onto his bed being the lower half of his legs.

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THREE HOURS LATER

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As Sam slept peacefully he began to hear his name being called out. After a few second of hearing his name being called out he felt two pairs of hands gently rock his back and forth. Coming out of his slumber with a low grumble Sam opened his eyes just enough to see who was rocking him back and forth and calling out his name. Once he saw that it was the twins he let out a tired sigh. "Girls… what is it, I'm…" Sam let out a long yawn. "I'm really tired right now. I only got," Sam opened his scroll to check the time. When he looked at the clock on his scroll he saw that it read 12:35 P.M. "Are you kidding me, I only got three hours of sleep! Ugghhhh, great… Anyways," Sam turned to face the twins. "What do you two need? Something happen?"

The twins looked at each other and felt bad for waking Sam up when he had only gotten three hours of sleep. After thinking about what was currently happening they both decided that they needed to inform Sam of what was happening on the dance floor. "Uhhh, good morning Sam. Although it's more like good afternoon now that I think of it," Melanie said apologetically. "We're sorry for waking you up when you've barely had any sleep, but we didn't do it just to do it."

"Some guys came into the club and started demanding to see you," Miltiades said, picking up where her sister left off. "We told them that you didn't want to be disturbed because we came into your room earlier and saw that you were asleep but they just keep demanding to see you. Junior tried to get them to leave but then one of them pulled out a gun and pointed it at him demanding to see you immediately," At this point Miltiades was starting to shake in fear. Sam saw this and got out of bed to give her a hug to try to calm her down.

"Shhh, calm down Miltiades it's okay now," Sam said in a calm and nurturing tone. He noticed that she was still shaking a bit so he began to rub her back as he hugged her. Once she calmed down she returned the hug and said a quite 'thank you' to Sam for calming her down. Sam changed his tone from nurturing to serious as he let go of Miltiades. "Now here's what I want you two to do: I want you two to stay up here and relax. Under no circumstances are you two to come down from here until Junior or I come up here to let you know you can come down… okay?"

"Are you sure you'll be able to handle them Sam? I'm not trying to say that you can't take them on or anything it's just…" Melanie looked to her sister and then back to Sam. "We don't want to see you get hurt is all," Melanie said sadly.

Sam could hear the sadness in Melanie's voice and decided to give her a hug as well as rub her back as he hugged her. Melanie felt happy as Sam hugged her and returned the hug. After a few minutes Sam broke off the hug and saw that both of the twins had smiles on their faces instead of the frowns they had when they woke him up.

"Now there's the twins I know. Don't worry about me girls; I doubt that these guys can do anything that would actually hurt me," Sam said reassuringly.

The twins nodded their heads agreeing with what Sam had said and the three walked out of Sam's room. Once the three exited Sam's room Sam became so dead serious on figuring out what the men that came into his establishment wanted that he didn't hear the twins follow him to the front of their shared apartment. As Sam reached the front of the apartment he turned around to tell the twins that he thought were in the living room that he would see them later. However, once he turned around he was caught by surprise as the twins that were following him quickly hugged him once he faced them.

Throwing his hands in the air out of shock from the twins surprise hug Sam eventually calmed down and hugged the twins. While hugging the two he heard them both whisper 'be safe Sam' before they let him go. As the twins let Sam go they decided to go into the living room and watch TV until they were told it was safe to come down.

Opening the door to leave the apartment Sam was going to turn around and tell the girls something, but he saw that they were already watching TV so he decided not to. Sam simply turned his mask's voice modifier on and went to go take care of the men that demanded to see him so much that one of them decided to pull a gun on Junior so that they could see Sam.

Making his to the dance floor Sam could see Junior with his new and improved Batzooka in it's bat form resting on his shoulder and the men that Melanie and Miltiades were talking about. The men were all wearing jean and sneakers with the only real difference being what color their plaid shirts were. The one man who was pointing his gun at Junior was six feet tall making him the tallest out of the five men.

"HEY!" Sam yelled at the man aiming at Junior as he slowly walked towards Junior. "If I were you I'd stop aiming that pistol of yours at Junior. Right. Now!"

The man with the pistol shifted his attention from Junior to Sam. "Hey buddy, we're not leaving until we get to see the boss of this place okay?"

"Well, look no further. You wanted the boss of this place. You got him. Just stop pointing that fucking pistol at my second in command!" Sam said angrily at the man aiming his pistol at Junior.

"You're the boss?" The man with the pistol asked. Sam nodded his head. "Well in that case, I should be aiming at you instead of your fucking second in command," he said as he shifted his aim from Junior to Sam. "Boys?"

The rest of the men that he was with quickly pulled out their pistols that they were concealing in the back of their waistbands and aimed directly at Sam.

Sam saw them all aim at them and gave a small chuckle. "Hehe, okay. Since you fucks interrupted me while I was resting and only let me get three hours of sleep. I'm only going to give you assholes two warnings," Sam crossed his arms over his chest. "Drop. Your weapons. Nnnow!" Sam growled angrily. The man who seemed to be in charge looked at Sam for a second before he burst out in laughter at Sam's order for them to drop their pistols. The rest of the men simply stood unfazed by Sam's order but looked at him carefully, wondering why he would say something like that when they had five pistols aimed at him. 'Think I'm a joke huh?... okay, looks like the first warning wasn't enough. Let's fix that.' "You guys must think I'm some kind of joke huh?" The man who laughed at Sam slowly stopped laughing as he nodded his head. "Well then, allow me to…. Incentivize you and your men."

Upon uttering those last words Sam gave a short whistle. The man who was laughing stopped and, like the rest of his men, looked at Sam with raised eyebrows. Suddenly ten red lasers appeared from the two catwalks above the dance floor, five lasers coming from each of the catwalks. All five of the men that were aiming at Sam had two lasers aiming at them. Half of the lasers were aiming over their hearts from the front of them and the other half were coming from behind them and were aiming at the backs of their skulls. All of them men were panicking as they were afraid that they were going to be killed right then and there, but the tallest one out of all of them was showing no sign of being scared of having two lasers trained on him and ready to end his life at a moments notice.

With the lasers trained on all five of the men Sam decided to clear his throat to get their attention. "Ahem, now that you men have been… incentivized, so to speak. I will not say it again. Drop. Your weapons. NOW!" Sam yelled at the men letting them know that he was done playing games.

The four men began exchanging looks of fear between themselves and then looked to the tall man who was still showing no sign of giving in to Sam's demand. Not wanting to be killed the four men quickly placed their pistols on the floor and raised their hands above their heads as if they were going to be arrested. The tall man who didn't put his pistol on the floor lowered his pistol a bit and looked to his side to see the men he came in with had given up. "Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you guys! Pick up your damn guns right now you pathetic fucks!" The men just looked at him like he was crazy for wanting them to pick their guns back up even though they had two lasers aimed and ready to kill them.

Surprisingly, one of them men who had put his pistol on the ground looked back at him and decided to give him a piece of his mind. "Dave are you out of you FUCKING mind!" The tall man now know as Dave recoiled back slightly at the outburst. "This guy has two lasers aimed at each of us and you want us to pick up our guns after he specifically told us to drop them! Face it Dave. We've. Lost. Even if we tried to do something this guy would have us killed before we could do anything. Just give up Dave!"

'Hmm, it looks like this Dave guy is the one in charge… noted,' Sam thought as he looked at the scene before him. What was once five men aiming at him had to been turned into four out of the five men placing their pistols on the floor and raising their hands above their heads. Dave had slightly lowered his weapon to look at his men and how they had given up but still wasn't showing any signs of giving up like his men had wisely done. Sam saw how Dave didn't drop his pistol like he had been instructed to and decided to show the rest of his men what would have happened to them had they not done what he had ordered them to. In one swift motion Sam raised his left hand up to his neck and slid his index finger over his neck. Dave looked at Sam and before he could even react to the gesture Sam made two loud gunshots rang out and two flashes of light came from both of the catwalks.

The first shot that had been fired came from the front and shot right through Dave's heart and exited through his lower rib cage before hitting the dance floor and bouncing lightly off of the newly reinforced dance floor. The second shot came from behind Dave and went right through his skull and exited through his left nostril. The first shot killed Dave and started sending his backwards to fall on his back, but before he could even fall back much the second shot had hit him and sent his falling face first onto the dance floor due to it going through his skull. The men that had come in with Dave had jolted their bodies in fear and instinctively lowered their hands above their heads, although they didn't panic at the sight of Dave getting shot twice and falling face first onto the dance floor dead, they didn't even panic when they saw his blood flow out of his body from the gunshots that had killed him.

'Hmm, interesting. These men aren't panicking or showing any sign of anger at the sight of me having Dave killed… interesting,' Sam wondered as he looked at the four men who had come in with Dave and had avoided a fate similar to his by following the order Sam had given them. "Okay then," Sam said joyfully as he clapped his hands together. "You four, come to the bar with me. Let's get a drink," The men looked at Sam as if he was crazy. He just had Dave killed and here he was telling them to come to the bar with his to have a drink. Deciding not to go against his orders and end up like Dave, they followed Sam to the bar. They all made sure to step over Dave's dead body as they followed Sam. Once they all got to the bar the men all took a seat on the barstools as Sam went behind the bar to get the men whatever drink they wanted to have. "Sooooo tell me men. What'll it be? We've got all your hopes and dreams, as far as liquor goes, back here. We've even got margaritas if you want something a little fruity," Sam looked at the men and noticed that they were still a bit afraid but Sam couldn't understand why. "Hey," Sam said in a slightly worried tone. "What's wrong?"

The same man who had spoken out against Dave received nudges from the men at his sides telling him to speak up. After a few nudges he eventually put his hands on the elbows of them men who were nudging him and let out an worried sigh before speaking up. "Not to be rude S, uh is it okay if I call you that?" The man nervously asked, only for Sam to nod his head as he had his back turned to the men. Sam was currently reaching for a bottle of vodka with his right hand as his left hand was holding a bottle of Overproof rum. "Well, the reason why we're a bit afraid is because… well…. Those lasers you had aimed at us are still aiming at us."

Sam quickly grabbed the bottle of vodka he was reaching for and turned around to see that the lasers were still trained on them. The only difference was that the lasers that were over their hearts were now aiming down at them and in-between their shoulders and neck so that the bullet could still hit their hearts. Sam saw this and quickly placed the bottles on the counter of the bar as he gave another short whistle. After whistling the laser disappeared and the four men all let their shoulder relax from the fear of being snipped from the catwalks above. "I'm so sorry about that you guys, I completely forgot that I still had those lasers trained on you guys," Sam said apologetically.

"I-it's okay S, we believe you. We're just glad to not have those lasers aimed at us," The same man who had spoken to Sam said nervously.

"Well… now that that's been taken care of. Let's get back to the drinks, what'll you guys have?" Sam said as he gestured to the long wall of various liquors behind him.

The men all huddled together and talked to each other about what they should have. They didn't want to be rude and ask for something complicated to make or something expensive so they decided to go with something simple they would all drink. "Uhh, we're good with just beer S," The man said slightly more relaxed. 'Why is this guy acting so friendly, just a few minutes ago he killed Dave and was ready to kill us too,' The man though as he saw Sam grab and open some moderately priced beers before placing one in front of each of them men. "Uhhh… thanks S," He looked at Sam and saw that he was opening both of the bottles he had brought, but what had really caught the man's eye was the fact that Sam had a glass that a person would drink whiskey from in front of him. "Hey S, what are you making?"

"Oh this," Sam gestured to the bottles and glass that were in front of him. "Hehe, I'm just making a little drink I like to have. It basically consists of half a cup of vodka and the other half of the cup being Overproof rum," Sam saw that all of them men stopped drinking their beers to look at Sam with eyes widened in shock of what he had just said his drink had in it. Before the man that Sam had been talking to could speak Sam started talking again. "Yes yes I know that having those two types of liquor is a rather potent drink combination, and I know that you guys may think that I'm crazy for drinking something like this but…" Sam poured both of the liquors into his cup and reached under the counter to grab a straw that the bar had for people who wanted to use a straw, or in Sam's case, to be able to drink without having to take his mask off. Once he placed the straw in his drink he grabbed his mask and pulled it a little bit away from his face and took a long sip of his drink. "I. Have a rather high tolerance for liquor. It would take about three of these drinks to get me drunk. So you guys don't have to worry about me drinking this. Okay?" Sam asked as he tilted his head to let them know that he was tilting an eyebrow under his mask.

'This guy can seriously handle three of those drinks before getting drunk! Damn, I probably couldn't even handle one of those things without getting drunk.' "Wow S! You sure have one hell of a high tolerance for alcohol if you can drink three of those things before getting drunk. And if you say that you can handle it, then go right ahead, I'm in no position to judge you for what you like to drink."

'Pfft the reason why I can stomach so much of this stuff so easily is because it's human liquor. If this stuff was Devil liquor I'd be drunk as fuck just after one glass of the same thing.' "Thanks. You have no idea how hard it was for me to convince my friend that I would be fine after drinking this," Sam looked at the man he was talking to and realized that even though he and all of the other guys he was with could have died along with Dave he was surprisingly calm. He looked at the other guys and noticed that they were calm as well. 'Wait a minute… I've been talking to this guy like it's nothing but now that I think about it he came here along with that Dave guy to probably kill me. I don't even know this guy's name for fucks sake!' Sam thought as he realized all of the things regarding this guy and the rest of the guys at his bar. "Hey buddy," The man he had been talking to looked at Sam with a confused look on his face. "I've been talking to you this whole time and I just remembered some things. One, I don't even know what your name is. And two, what the fuck were you, the rest of these guys at my bar, and that Dave guy doing here anyways?" Sam asked with anger easily evident in his tone of voice.

"The man finished the rest of his beer and placed in on the counter before giving a deep sigh. "I suppose I do owe you that much information about who we are and why we came here looking for you," He said with a defeated tone. "The name's Jake," The man now known as Jake extended his hand out to Sam for him to shake and after a few seconds, Sam shook Jake's hand. The two then retracted their hands and put them at their sides before Jake continued to tell Sam what he and the rest of guys that were with him were doing there. "And the reason why we came here was to try and subdue you because Don Farro wanted to show you what he's capable of," Jake said as he kept his head down in shame. He wouldn't be surprised if Sam had them all killed immediately for what they came to try and do to him.

"Don Farro! You mean that weak excuse for a crime boss?" Jake nodded his head. "… Wow. He's got a lot of balls for wanting to fuck with the one of the top crime bosses in all of Vale just to try and show that he can do something. Well it pains me to say this Jake, but the only thing that the Don sent you guys on… was a suicide mission," Jake and the rest of the men looked at Sam, fearing that he would have them killed like he did with Dave. "I know the Don enough to know that if he tried to show how much power he had he would use the men that he felt were expendable to him. I'm sorry to say this, but that's what the Don thinks of you guys."

"Y-you're not going to kill us… a-are you S?" Jake asked, as he was afraid that he would because he said that what they went on was a suicide mission.

"… No. I'm not going to kill you guys… listen, I know that if you guys to back to the Don he's either going to keep you guys around until he can find another way for you guys to die for him so that he can show off his 'power'… or he's just going to kill you guys for coming back and failing to do what he told you guys to do. Like I said, I know what the Don will do. I've worked with the guy in the past and I've seen how he treats his men. He uses them as pawns and would easily sacrifice a few of you guys just so that he can further his thirst for power. That's why I stopped working with the guy, he has absolutely no respect for his men!" Sam unknowingly yelled out the last part of what he was saying as began remembering the memories of him working with the Don.

Jake and the rest of the guys he was with began looking back and forth at each other as they were trying to come up with an idea as to what they should do. Finally, Jake came up with an idea for what to do. "H-hey S, I just came up with an idea that sounds really stupid… but I was wondering if you could at least hear me out," Sam took another sip of his drink and shook his head to let Jake know that he would hear him out. "Okay, well since you seem like a pretty credible person when it comes to Don Farro I'm pretty sure what you said about him killing us or getting us killed is true. A-and if that's the case then I was wondering if you would let us," Jake gestured to the rest of the guys and himself. "Work for you. The Don has been sending us five on some pretty crazy mission recently… and I'm pretty sure he's just trying to find a way to kill us like you said, but we've just been too successful on our mission to end up getting ourselves killed. Well..." Jake looked over to Dave's body and saw that he was bleeding just a little bit at this point. "until he sent us on this mission that is. That jackass Dave over there lying dead in a puddle of his own blood should be enough evidence to prove that," Jake said with disgust after looking at Dave's dead body.

Sam picked up on Jake's tone and decided to find out why he seemed to hate Dave. "What's with you and Dave Jake? Wasn't he the boss of this little band of men here before I… y'know… had him killed?"

The look on Jake's face showed that he hated Dave, and his tone showed it too. "Yeah he was the boss of us… but he was a complete asshole of a boss! He was always too hotheaded with how he handled things… and it looks like his hotheaded ways have finally caught up to him. Pfft, serves him right for trying to take someone on when two snipers have him in their crosshairs," Jake said as he intertwined his fingers behind his neck. "So what do you think S… would you be willing to let the four of us work for you?" Jake looked at the rest of the guys that came in with him and Dave and saw them nod their heads in approval. "I'm pretty sure I speak for all of us when I say that we'd rather be working for a more successful crime boss like you over Don Farro."

For Sam, the question Jake had asked him was a no-brainer as he looked at Jake and the rest of the men he was with. "I'd be more than happy to have you four work for me. And since you four seem like you already want to change who you work for. I'd say that I already feel like you guys work for me. You guys seem to be pretty capable of getting tasks done, and since you guys used to work for the Don you guys definitely don't have a problem with doing illegal jobs. That'll be helpful seeing as a big percentage of the jobs we do here are rather illegal," Sam looked over towards the door to the living quarters and saw Junior talking with someone on his scroll. After a few second of waving Junior over to him Junior saw that Sam was waving and ended his call to see what Sam wanted.

"Hey S, what do you need?"

"Three things Junior. One, I need you go to our living quarters and let the twins know that the situation has been taken care of and that I'm just fine, they'll know what it means. Second…"Sam turned to look at his four new employees. "I want you to get our four new employees outfitted and ready to work here starting today. And before you say anything. Yes, I know that these guys just tried to kill me a while ago. They've changed their minds and decided that they'd rather work for one of the top crime bosses in Vale than some weak asshole who has no problem sending them to their death just to gain more power. And thirdly… I need you to call someone to have that dead body removed and the dance floor cleaned as if there was never a dead body on it. Okay?"

"Heh, no problem S. That guy I was talking on my scroll with was actually the person I just hired to come and take care of the body so that's one less thing to worry about. I'll go tell the twins what you told me to tell them and then I'll get to work on getting these guys up to speed with what they'll be doing here. Just leave everything to me," Junior stated proudly.

"And that's why you're my second in command Junior," Sam said in an equally proud tone to Junior's.

"Hey, it's the least I can do for you after I woke up to see that new Batzooka you told me you would get. I swear Sam; this thing looks exactly like my old one, although I'm pretty sure that this one won't break as easily as the other one did right?" Sam simply nodded his head once he heard Junior's question. "Perfect! Thanks a lot S!" Junior happily stated as he admired his new and improved Batzooka.

"Well I'm glad you're happy with your new Batzooka Junior. Now if you'll excuse me… I have an aircraft to catch," Sam let out a tired sigh. "This is really going to suck."

"Don't tell me that your going to start staying with those 'teammates' of yours already! I thought you still hated them!?" Junior was worried that Sam would end up staying over there with them and end up being miserable with having to deal with them.

"Oh hell no! I'm just going over there to get their scroll numbers and give them mine. I guess I'll check with them to see if they want to tell me anything too… I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm definitely going to have a smoke before I see them so I don't end up flipping out on one of them." 'Last thing I want to end up doing is flip out on one of them and make things worse than they already are.'

"Okay then… see ya later S," Junior said as Sam walked to the exit of the club. When Sam got to the doors he remembered that he hadn't finished his drink to he quickly ran over to it and drank the rest of it before waving to Junior as he left to go to his aircraft.

Exiting his establishment Sam saw that there was a cab conveniently waiting outside of his club. 'Heh, my lucky day,' Sam thought as he entered the cab an instructed the driver to drive him to the airstrip. To keep the driver from talking to him Sam dropped five hundred lien onto the passenger seat. When the driver saw the lien he remained silent for the rest of the ride so that Sam wouldn't take back the large amount of lien he had given him for his silence. Once the driver reached the airstrip Sam got out and quickly thanked the man before the driver drove off to search for another client. As he walked along the airstrip towards the port where the warehouse that housed his private aircraft was. Once he reached the correct warehouse he banged his fists against the large doors of the warehouse that resembled the doors to a hangar. After a few seconds of continuous banging against the doors they began to slide open to reveal the pilot of Sam's aircraft and Sam's aircraft behind him.

"I had a feeling it was you boss," The pilot said as he rubbed his forehead. The continuous banging against the warehouse doors caused the pilot to receive a small headache from the sound of the metal doors being hit so many times in such a short time frame. "Let me guess… you need me to take you to Beacon huh?"

"Good to know that you know why I came here. Now quit playing around and get the aircraft ready to take me to Beacon. I've got some stuff to take care of over there and I don't feel like wasting my time," Sam said sternly as he crossed his arms over his chest. The pilot simply raised his hands in the air to show that he had given up with playing around with his boss. He quickly began to jog over to the aircraft and entered it so that he could get it started up. Sam slowly followed him to the aircraft and entered the aircraft through the rear like the pilot had done. Once he entered the aircraft the ramp he used to enter the aircraft began to raise itself back into how it had been before the two entered the aircraft. Making his way to the cabin area of the aircraft Sam sat down into one of the many leather chairs that were in the cabin area. Reaching for what would have been the pouch on his chest where his devil smokes would have been Sam realized that he wasn't wearing his chest armor, and as such, he didn't have his devil smokes on him. "Fuck, I forgot that I left those back in my room in the living quarters… uggghhhhhh. Well… let's just hope that I don't flip out on any of the girls, I'd hate for things to get worse than they already are."

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ONE DEVIL SMOKELESS RIDE TO BEACON LATER

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"Huh… that, actually wasn't as bad of a ride as I thought it would be. Let's just hope that things don't go south when I meet up with the rest of my teammates," Sam's aircraft hovered over the landing zone that he had jumped from when he first went to Beacon. He noticed that there were a few students nearby that were looking, wondering who the man in the completely black outfit was. Looking at what he was wearing Sam soon realized why he was receiving all the strange looks from the other students. Ignoring the looks he received from the other students Sam started walking backwards as he waved to his pilot to let him know that he could go back to the warehouse.

Once Sam saw that his pilot had left he turned back around and walked casually to his team's room. Walking through the hallways of the academy Sam could see that most of the students would either press themselves against the wall and wait for Sam to go by or the carefully walk around him as to not touch him. Sam could see how the other student were acting but brushed it off because he knew what he looked like in his current outfit. He was surprised to see that none of the students simply turned around and walked back the way they came when they saw him. Reaching his team's room Sam saw that his handprint that he burned into the door was still there. 'Hehe, looks like my mark will stay on this door… good… it'll serve as a reminder to me why these girls need to make up for their actions against me,' Sam thought as he pulled out his scroll from his pocket and swiped it over the door so he could enter the room. He could hear their voices inside the room so he knew that they were in there and not out somewhere.

As he entered the room they all of a sudden went quite, as they were wondering who was entering their room. Yang, not realizing that it was Sam due to his outfit change, was the first to speak up as she hopped down from her bed. "Hey! Who are you and how did you get into our room?"

"Yang wait, can't you see that it's S?" Ruby asked as she stood in front of her sister to keep her from attacking Sam.

"Wait a minute…" Yang took a closer look at Sam and saw that it was him and not some random person who broke into their room. "Oh, S! It is you!... Hehe," Yang rubbed the back of her neck nervously. "Sorry about that, I didn't see that mask of your and I thought you were just some crazy guy who broke into our room."

Sam merely shrugged his shoulders. "Meh, I don't blame you for that, I just got off work so I wouldn't be surprised if you guys didn't recognize me. But I didn't come here to talk to you guys," The girls looked at Sam with a confused expression on all of their faces.

"Then why did you come here?" Blake asked as she set the book she was reading down on her bed beside her.

"Good question Blake. The reason why I came here was to get the number of your scrolls. I realized that if we don't have each other's numbers we wouldn't be able to communicate between all of us. Last thing I want is for you guys to need to tell me something and not be able to because you don't know my number. So could you girls tell me what your numbers are?" Sam asked, as he held out his scroll, ready to enter their numbers and create their contacts. Ruby, deciding to act like the leader of the team, was the first to give Sam her number. After her came Weiss and Blake, and lastly Yang. After making contacts for all of them Sam began calling their scrolls one by one and then hanging up so he could get to the next person's scroll. "There you go, you guys should have my number now if you check your scrolls. I don't care what you guys have me listed down as so have fun with that," Sam carelessly said as he put his scroll back into his pocket. "Now if you girls don't need anything else from me I'll be le-"

"WAIT!" Ruby said, cutting Sam off as he spoke. "Uhh, sorry about that S," Ruby said apologetically, only for Sam to wave his hand carelessly to show that it was okay. "Anyways… me and Blake have been thinking about how you said that we both have to try the same amount for you to forgive us. Well… I was wondering if we could both try to get you to forgive us at the same time? I want this team to stay together and the quicker you forgive all of us the quicker we can get back to acting like a real team," Ruby stated nervously.

'Hmm, having Ruby and Blake both try to regain my trust at the same time would cut down on the amount of time I have to spend with the regaining my trust… ahhh fuck it why not,' Sam thought as he looked back and forth between Ruby and Blake. "Yeah sure, why not," Sam said flatly. Once Ruby heard that she quickly ran to his side and grabbed onto his left arm.

"Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou S. I promise I'll make it up to you for how I treated you," Ruby began walking Sam to their door as he simply walked next to her, unfazed by how she was acting like a kid who had too much sugar. "C'mon Blake let's put our plan into action," Ruby said to Blake who calmly put a book marker in the book she was reading before she got up and walked next to Ruby.

"Hold up, you mean you two already came up with a plan to get me to trust you two again?!" Sam asked, shocked to hear that Ruby and Blake had already come up with a plan to regain his trust.

"In all honesty Ruby was the one who came up with most of it," Blake calmly stated. Sam opened the door and stepped to the side to allow the two girls to exit the room first. "Thank you."

"What would you two have done if I didn't accept you little proposal for you two to go at the same time?" Sam said, confused at the fact that the two had planned for Sam to allow both of them to attempt to regain his trust at the same time. Blake simply shrugged her shoulders at Sam's question as she closed the door to their room and walked alongside Ruby as she pulled Sam through the hallways to wherever she was taking him. 'Oh great, just what did I get myself into this time,"

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Okay so normally I have something to say at this point but I uhh… I actually have nothing to say sooo… yyyeaahhhh

Anyways

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