Author's note: As I'm sure some know, Japanese has three writing forms, Hiragana, katakana and kanji. For the benefit of foreigners there is also romanji, basically the Japanese language in roman characters.

Unfortunately, it is not necessarily written as it would be pronounced in Japanese, but rather how the individual characters would sound. For example ですis written in romanji as desu, but is pronounced more like dess.

I have written the Japanese in how I think it would be pronounced rather than how it would be transcribed in Romanji unless the change could cause confusion (i.e. Hai meaning yes vs Hi meaning hello). If you love it or hate it please tell me. I did it because I thought it would help, if it doesn't, I won't.

also, sorry for the excessive length, I wanted to get the serious(ish) stuff out of the way.

With that out of the way onto the story!

Hello, Welcome to the newest installment in this report about a human who just happened to be from Earth and who had run into the unfortunate situation of Meeting up with Qrow, Salem, Ozpin and I, Glynda Goodwitch.

His circumstances were not clear to us at the time when we began our endeavor to force him into becoming the manager for our new resort, nor were they clear when Ozpin forced him to sign a contract and implicitly approved of the chance of sexual harassment by a multitude of huntresses, Some known flirts others who were already in relationships and a few who… well… their situations were unusual. But more on that at a later point. It is my duty in this chapter to elucidate you, the readers, on the immense amount of preparations that went into opening the resort. The fact that we only had 72 hours before team RWBY was intended to arrive made the, as Raye calls it, "Crunch" more stressful.

I will admit that I was, at least in part, to blame for some of the situations.

"Some?"

"Yes Raye some, you did not have to lie to your colleagues when you went back to work."

"Yes, and saying I went to another dimension based off a web series is so believable."

"I could have happily explained it to them."

"Glynda, You in the workplace would have been a disaster."

"How so? Besides, better that than claiming to go to Laos, and then claiming your wallet was stolen so you couldn't buy them Oniyagi ."

"Omiya-ge Glynda, It is an important tradition in Japan."

"I still don't understand why I couldn't, and still can't, go into your office."

"Glynda, two months ago, you proclaimed Kanji to be, and I quote, illegible gibberish."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"You said it in front of my supervisor, who came to check that I was okay, who then demanded me to translate your comment."

"So, he is a little displeased with me. How is that a problem for you?"

"No Glynda, he was displeased with me. When you say that kind of stuff, I get blamed."

"That makes no sense, perhaps I should go and-"

"I think you should get back to writing the story Glynda. This conversation is distracting."

Well needless to say, there were several situations where I may have made some of the problems worse. But of course, I had only the best intentions. Fortunately, most of those problems came after team RWBY arrived and so they are not part of this entry. On the other hand you will have to deal with yang Xiao Long;s horrible writing, Weiss Schnee's dreadful prose, The scatterbrained Ruby Rose, as well as Blake Belladonna, who is at least competent with the written word ( I have confiscated enough books distributed by her to know that to be the case)

Two weeks after Raye had come to Beacon, Raye and I left. Ozpin had insisted on staying behind, Salem had promised to send money for her subordinates rooms and Qrow had been in an alcohol induced coma (he presumably got better since he was able to write a chapter of this).

I placed my hand on Raye's shoulder.

"Are you ready?" I asked. Raye breathed deeply before exhaling.

"Yeah." He replied calmly.

With barely a thought I initiated the process for transporting us back to Earth. It was a complicated project and not for the unskilled. Fortunately I am not unskilled at wielding glyphs and ancient runes, both of which were necessary.

But enough of that. We arrived back where we left, in Raye's messy little apartment. The first thing Raye did was rush to the bathroom. He threw open the door and bent over the toilet. I cocked an eyebrow, most people did not react so… strongly to transport. The only other person who had vomited was Qrow, and he had been dinking heavily for half a day. That was when we first came to Raye's apartment. Come to think of it, Qrow had vomited in a trashcan.

I made a mental note to have the area disinfected, vomit sitting in a trashcan for two weeks would not be the most inviting of scents. Nor would Raye likely appreciate it. I fully expected warm baths every morning, but I would also not force him to live in a pigsty.

A few minutes into his retching, he seemed to calm down slightly. No longer fearing that his entire stomach may come up, I started to studiously observe my environment.

"You mean rifle through all my things."

"It is of the utmost importance that you are at least capable of taking care of yourself. I simply needed to confirm that."

"Picking through my underwear drawer doesn't show whether I am capable of taking care of myself."

"Clean underwear, clean people."

"Right." Raye replied sarcastically.

The first thing I looked through was his desk. To put it gently, it was a mess. The desk was a deep black, likely a dark varnish. There were three drawers in total two rather small ones stacked on top of a larger one. The first drawer was, for lack of a better word, horrifying. To the average slob it would have looked clean. A few things stacked on top of each other. A tin containing blank postcards, a few cords wrapped together and some blank sheets of paper on the bottom. What made it a mess was the fact that the back was crammed with receipts. Clearly he did not organize frequently, and this was the top drawer the one he presumably would have used the most frequently.

I quickly shut the drawer and open the second drawer. I was wary of this drawer; it had several nails hammered into it, as well as a screw. Something had happened to this drawer, was it booby-trapped? As a huntress I could presumably avoid any trap a civilian threw at me, but I did not know much about Earth at the time, the danger of a unexpected explosion was very real.

It was worse than I could have possibly expected. While there was no booby trap, here were more nails hammered into the drawer on the inside. I could barely tell what the drawer contained, garbage from the looks of it. There were old wrappers, scrunched up letters, the occasional pen and something that looked like an unopened candy bar inside. I was quite put-off by this drawer, I could feel the flashbacks to Ozpin's first office coming back. The times before I made sure to have someone clean it three times a day. The fury, the rage, the desire to rend things limb from limb. I knew exactly what I had to do, I had to get away from this mess!

I slammed it shut in a desperate attempt to hide the mess from my vision. In a cruel twist of fate, the drawer couldn't handle to force and the front, held on by a mix of screws, nails and copious amount of rubber cement fell off, bouncing across the floor. The vast torrent of paper and trash could not be held back and spilled forth into the room, covering the wooden flooring with the contents of said drawer.

In all fairness. what happened next was an overreaction on my part, I cannot stand a mess. But in my defense, I made the apartment much cleaner, and replaced the destroyed items.

In my pure fury, I knew only one thing: the mess had to go. I waved my wand, intending to deftly fling the pile of papers out of the room. It was likely that some of them would be important, but he shouldn't have left them in a messy drawer to begin with.

Unfortunately for me, my telekinesis is affected by my mental state. Usually when dealing with the antics of several young huntresses, this isn't too much of a problem. Huntresses can be expected to be messy. The undying fury when I confront a mess such as this one, completely unexpectedly, is a different matter.

Thus instead of picking up the messy pile of papers, my telekinesis grasped something far larger. I only realized my mistake when I flung my riding crop, targeting the small open window at the far end of the apartment. It overlooked a small porch, from which hung a variety of clotheslines and clothes, now dirty from the ash of a nearby volcano. Porch was separated from the apartment by a glass, sliding door which was designed as large window.

Imagine my surprise as the entire desk went flying, smashing through a sliding door, striking TV, an unfortunate wall, then shattering with the broken remains flying through the glass wall. The desk, deciding that this amount of destruction was not enough smashed into and rolled over the patio railing tumbling onto a car with the wrenching sound of metal and broken glass.

For several moments I could only watch in horror at the mess I had caused. The blaring of what I would eventually learn was a car alarm continued. I stood in a daze as I stared at the remains of the sliding glass door, the ruined TV and the rest of the mess that had followed.

Finally, I started my breathing exercises, trying to calm down to explain to Raye what had happened like a reasonable, respectable adult. It was all an accident after all; I'm sure any sane person would understand.

I turned as I heard the door to the bathroom open; Ray stumbled out, looking much worse than he had before he emptied the contents of his stomach. He looked at me. Steadying himself with a shoulder resting on the wall.

"What the hell was that Glynda?" Raye asked weakly.

"I am terribly sorry! I saw a mess, and I may have overreacted." I said stepping out of the way of his view, to let him see the destruction I unintentionally wrought. For a few moments, I saw no reaction. It seemed he was absorbing the fact that his apartment was no longer defended from the elements.

"Raye?" I asked. His head spun and he looked at me for only a second. A flash of anger streaked across his face before vanishing. He stumbled into the newly-open air room. He crouched towards a pile of black plastic before glancing at the TV. He gingerly lifted the TV. A sound like a hiss told me that the worst had indeed happened. He turned to me.

'Glynda, What possessed you to kill my TV?" he asked, his voice calm.

"I can't handle messes." I explained, relaxing as I deduced he was not angry. He was taking this rather well.

"So you presumably," he began pointing at where his desk had been. "Throw my desk through a door, demolish my TV," he stood and walked towards the sliding door, his eyes scanning for glass shards "Then let it fly through a glass door before…" he glanced over the side of his balcony "tangling half my clothes in what remains of the desk and letting it fall on someone's car?" he finished calmly.

I nodded. He took this spectacularly well; maybe he's still in shock? I thought gently.

"At what point did you decide to murder my Xbox?" he asked, the calm façade cracking slightly.

At this point I swore, realizing this is what some people called Tranquil Fury.

"And that is why I now have a fifty inch flatscreen, a new desk, chairs and a new Xbox." Raye said cheerfully.

'It's also why Ozpin immediately told Team RWBY their weapons were not allowed in your apartment."

'I like to think I got a point across."

"Yes, a four thousand dollar point."

'You're just envious you can't do the same." Raye responded.

Glynda glared. Raye shrugged

'Your glares don't work on me." He boasted.

As a response Glynda flicked her Riding crop, Raye flew into the ceiling with a off before crashing back on the ground.

"But that does." She snarked before turning back to writing.

To avoid the profanity laden, cursing episode that followed I will note that never in my time as a teacher, do I believe I have instilled as much fear in a single person as Raye did to me that day. Oddly enough, after promising repayments and repairs, he calmed down somewhat. After noting that I couldn't repair the window immediately, it got worse again.

While he used words much worse than dolt, the outburst helped me see why exactly, Ms. Rose and Ms. Schnee did not originally enjoy each other's company, (how they do now is beyond me) however, I'm glad it worked out. They make a good team.

After about an hour of this Raye calmed down enough that we agreed that he needed to go to the store to get something to cover the broken glass door and window. I would remain to clean up the shards. He insisted that under no circumstances was I to leave the building, preferably not even the apartment. Further noting that under no circumstances should I "pull a Qrow" (Whatever that meant) With that he picked up his wallet and after writing down his phone number on a sheet of scrap paper, left the apartment.

"And now they learn what happens when you don't listen to me."

"It is not my fault you did not have a spare phone. is it my fault that your phone does not run on the same frequency as scrolls? No. And lastly how was I supposed to know what "pulling a Qrow" was?"

"And Ozpin couldn't have told me about the scroll thingy before?"

"Ozpin?" Glynda asked, cocking an eyebrow

"Or you?" Raye added hastily.

"I didn't know. I had no need to. I was just a guest."

"The most destructive one up to that point."

"I was the only one up to that point."

"Touché"

I remained inside the apartment, rapidly cleaning most of the mess I had made. I repaired the wall with ease, but lacking the technical knowledge to repair neither the TV nor the Xbox as well as lacking the material to repair the glass window, there was little else I could do but sit. I sat on Raye's fold out bed. It was in its sofa form. I skimmed through several books. There were a variety of books including The Great Gatsby (about some overly wealthy fool with a writer as the narrator), A book called Orientalism (which seemed to discuss the state of the Middle East wherever that was), as well as many others, he had an eclectic taste in books. It was apparent he had at least skimmed all of them as several pages were dog-eared. His bedroom/ living room was better kept than his desk. A narrow bookcase shoved up against one wall, The remains of a TV stand lay next to it, as did a desk of drawers, inside which were the remainder of his clothes. I continued to examine the room for some time, there was little of interest, it seemed like he had just moved in.

"I was there for nearly six months!" Raye exclaimed

"It certainly didn't look that way!" Glynda retorted.

Possibly the most anying part of all was that the car alarm was still blaring outside. He glanced out the window to see the remains of the desk embedded in the car. Deciding that whatever I did would not make the situation worse, I flung my the car into the distance. Where it landed is beyond me, but then, as Ozpin says, Ignorance is bliss.

Anyway, I was brought from my investigation, by a hammering on Raye's front door. Almost instinctively I walked towards the door and peered through the peak hole. Shocking white hair greeted me, as did a pair of ice blue eyes. I turned and walked back towards the couch. The hammering continued for several more minutes, before subsiding. I grinned, I made a note to inform Raye that he had yet another unwelcome guest on the premises.

Unfortunately for me that was only the beginning of my trouble. No sooner had I decided to take a nap on the somewhat uncomfortable sofa, that Qrow appeared.

"Not doing that again!" he hissed, rushing to the bathroom. I groaned, this seemed to be becoming a running lag.

"Gag Glynda, A running gag."

"Does that really matter?"

"We are posting this on the internet, the land of pop culture and memes. Yes it matters."

"Than why am I doing this? I don't care about pop culture!" Glynda exclaimed throwing her arms in the air."

"You wanted to give an accurate assessment of your freak-out." Raye replied.

"I have done that."

"For your first freak out, the minor one, or did you somehow erase the other one from your mind?"

Glynda paled. "I never intended to mention that."

"Would you like to write it, or should I get Qrow to?" Raye threatened. He was not in a forgiving mood after being smashed into a plaster ceiling.

"You don't have it in you! You know what he would do." Glynda warned. Raye raised a finger.

"I live in the same apartment building as Yang Xiao Long."

Another finger, "I have a Schnee as a next door neighbor, Thirdly, I have to deal with Salem and Ozpin as bosses." He said as he raised yet another finger.

A long list later and Gynda was hanging her head.

"I'll do it." She said glumly.

"That's a good witch." Raye said with a smug smile.

Needless to say a few moments later he was flying through a wall.

"I am the queen of puns! You can't take my puns!" Yang shouted, having kicked Raye into an adjacent apartment before Glynda could do the same.

"Thank you Ms. Xiao Long." Glynda said with a smug smile.

"No prob Prof. He still needs to learn to DODGE!" She screamed the last word through the wall. "What-chya doing?" She asked, hands on her hips.

"Writing about the preparations for team RWBY's arrival."

"And our unexpected guests."

"Among other things. Now leave."

"I'll see it on the net."

"Long after I have accepted and dealt with the shame of having to write this chapter." Glynda replied. Yang left in a huff. Raye had wandered back in.

"You have to pay for damages you know." He said a hint of annoyance in his voice. Plaster dripped form his hair, but otherwise he seemed unharmed. Thank goodness the JET in the room he had been unceremoniously propelled into was gone, that would have taken some explanation.

'Worth every penny." Glynda responded. The last thing she needed was another Yang Xiao Long. She amounted the damages to a worthy cost for the classical conditioning Raye was getting.

A few minutes later, Qrow had pulled himself together, and was now sitting on a stool, once again stealing what little alcohol Raye had. Having hunted through the cabinets and finding nothing. Qrow had stumbled upon a bottle of Gin in the freezer, and was currently cutting the light blue liquid with some tap water.

"You know you are supposed to use tonic water with that." I pointed out.

"You know you aren't supposed to be destroying the kids apartment right?" Qrow replied, glancing at the devastation. I gently cursed; he would have a field day with this.

"But enough of that." He said downing an entire glass of the alcoholic mixture. "I'm here to drop off a scroll for the kid." Qrow pulled out a scroll. The color was different from the usual paint scheme, this one being a royal blue with red highlights. He placed it gently on the table. "Ozpin had the foresight to insure it, even though it was advertised as indestructible. I guess people take that as a challenge." He mumbled.

I picked up the scroll and quickly swapped contact information. As a guest, having access to the manager 24/7 would be a great benefit.

"So how's it going?" Qrow asked, a lopsided grin on his face. I picked up a glass for myself and filled it with gin. I stared at the liquid for a moment before downing the whole thing, the burning sensation reminding me why I didn't drink anything but wine.

"That bad eh?"

"I destroyed the poor boy's apartment. I killed his TV and then smashed his Xbox." I said, filling the cup with yet another glassful of gin. I downed that one quickly as well. minty I thought, the burning wasn't so bad the second time.

"Maybe you should take it easy Glynda." Qrow cautioned, apparently fearing my drunken fury. "Gin is pretty strong stuff."

"I can hold my liquor Qrow." I said I strode back over to my seat, carrying the gin bottle along with me. I plopped back down on the sofa and placed the gin bottle on the coffee table.

"I feel the worst about the Xbox." I admitted.

"Why?" Qrow asked. "It isn't like it was life support, you can just buy another."

"But until we do, he has no source of stress relief. He doesn't seem to have a girlfriend, and who knows if his computer was in that desk." The very thought made me groan. If I had destroyed that boy's computer as well, I had no doubt that I would be immediately banned from the resort, and there would go my last vacation spot; my last safe haven from Ozpin.

Qrow and I discussed nonsensical topics, and in general had a fairly good time. We kept it completely professional of course, layouts of upcoming plans and strategies for dealing with specific inevitabilities both on Earth and Remnant.

"I recall Qrow saying he did all the talking, you mainly drank yourself under the table."

"You recall wrong, I was completely sober."

"When I got back you were drinking gin straight from the bottle."

"There wasn't much left."

"Glynda, there was three fourths of a bottle in the fridge when I left. When I came back, I had Qrow asking me to get some more because you were about to finish the bottle."

"That is a total exaggeration."

"He took pics using my scroll. I have photographic proof."

Glynda froze, "he did what?" She hissed giving Raye a glare.

" He took a lot of pictures. I deleted most of them, only one of you chugging gin and a very suggestive selfie are left."

"You have a potentially inappropriate picture of me on your phone?" Glynda asked her voice rising in pitch.

"No. I got rid of those, all of those. You are just giving Qrow a kiss on the cheek." Raye said, showing her the pic.

Much to her regret she recalled that picture. Qrow was grinning like an idiot and she was kissing him on the cheek, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her glasses were gone and her hair undone.

She quickly snatched the phone and deleted the picture.

"I have backups Glynda, what good is potential blackmail without a backup plan?"

"I have deep concerns about your moral compass."

"I have grave concerns about your criminal activities. Roman looks like a petty thief compared to you."

"Are you calling me a criminal?" Glynda asked.

'Nope! I uh… Shutting up now." Raye said. He made an excuse and quite literally fled the apartment.

Glynda cracked her neck, "that's what I thought." She said with a smug smile, getting back to writing.

So, perhaps things descended into the normal drunken banter after awhile. I don't really remember anything after the fifth glass of gin. Most of it was told to me by others, predictably exaggerated (I would never threaten a store clerk for not speaking English, and would certainly never take all his fried chicken as Punishment). Although the fact remains that it would explain why I am not allowed in half the stores in a two block radius. I like to think they are just scared of my imposing look and personality.

Qrow however, insists I went on a bing drinking scandal at five in the evening and continued until he could drag my unconscious body back at somewhere near seven.

Somewhat fortunately, Raye arrived near seven-fifteen, with groceries, several new pieces of dinnerware, another futon, and some new clothes. He hadn't purchased anything for me yet, so the next day would be a trial for its own reasons.

According to Qrow (I have no recollection of this), I woke up as Raye had finished cooking dinner. A simple rice dish with salmon in a bourbon and soy based sauce. According to Qrow, Raye is a decent, if somewhat uninspiring cook. I wandered over to the small table where Raye was placing the dishes full of food. I snatched two bowls full of rice and fish, wandered back to the sofa, Shoved the food down my throat and then promptly went back to sleep.

In general I would argue that I would never do something so ill-mannered, especially not as a guest, but it does explain why my blouse smelled of Bourbon and soy sauce when I awoke the next day, it also explains why Raye looked especially displeased, according to him, he hadn't had dinner the night before.

"I supposed that is why Raye forbids Qrow from buying gin, ever." A voice said over Glynda's shoulder. She turns her gaze to the Schnee heiress behind her. Her hair tied in an off center ponytail. She is dressed in a combat skirt, unusual for the resort.

"Ms. Schnee, what can I do for you?" Glynda asked in a cold voice. Annoyed that someone was reading over her shoulder

"I was just coming to inform you that Ozpin has been trying to get in contact with you. He said last weeks damages were quite severe and you aren't picking up your scroll." Weiss replied calmly, apparently ignoring Glynda's tone.

"Thank you very much, I will get on that when I am finished here." She said falsely.

"Very well." Weiss said before walking off.

"How many people have access to this apartment?" Glynda asked, wondering if Raye kept his apartment unlocked at all times. She could have sworn he locked it on his way out.

To get back to the story the next day began rather early. It was a Sunday, generally this would be a cause for good cheer, as I did not work on Sundays. This Sunday however, I woke up with a splitting headache. I rubbed my head wondering what happened the night before.

Qrow was nowhere to be seen, but Raye was sleeping in a chair, or at the very least, looked like he was trying to sleep. He had a foul expression on his face, his eyes were bloodshot and he had deep bags under his eyes.

"What happened?"

"you drank a lot."

"That's unlikely."

'Yesterday I would have agreed." Raye replied sharply. He rubbed his eyes "Sorry, I didn't get a lot of sleep, you kinda took my only bed." He said pointing at the sofa. I glanced down and noticed that the sofa had become a fold out bed, clearly something had happened since I distinctly recalled going to bed on a sofa.

'For all the hell Qrow puts you through, he clearly cares about you." Raye commented. "Thank him later."

I rolled my eyes. Although I was impressed that Raye is giving Qrow credit for anything. He probably doesn't want a full blown fight in his apartment. I thought quickly.

"Did you bring a change of clothes?" He asked.

I shook my head "presumed that clothing styles would be different here. Bringing extra clothes would have been a waste. I do have money to buy clothes though."

'how did you get ahold of Yen?" Raye asked.

I looked at him blankly before realizing what he was asking. "Ozpin gave me a pack of money." I said pulling out a crumpled envelope, fortunately I still had it on me.

"It is Yen right?"

I quickly opened it up to see the bright yellow banknotes. I hiss in horror.

"Please tell me it's U.S. dollars?" he asks. I look at him. "Yuan? Rubles? Euros?" he asks desperately. I shake my head.

"Damn Ozpin." I muttered yanking out the banknotes. there was easily five thousand Lien in the pile. There is a small sticky note attached which I then plucked it off the first banknote.

"Compensation for Expenses related to Glynda Goodwitch." I read out loud.

Raye swore before holding his head in his hands.

"For what it's worth I'm sorry. This was not how I planed for things to go." I said, actually sorry for this turn of events. I had expected a calm vacation, instead I had dumped all the stress onto a man who would have been torn to shreds by a simple beowolf.

"Nevermind, let's get to the ATM. I'll grab some money so you can buy some clothes." Raye said.

And ATM trip and a short walk later we were at a nearby department store. I look at the title of the store.

"Uni-Qlo?" I ask. The store is long and wide, in the basement of a mall, tile floors shine and rack upon rack of clothes are everywhere.

"It's sort of a discount clothes store. This is japan though, so try stuff in until you find something that fits." He says, handing me a wad of cash. The tan banknotes each have 10,000 written on them. Clearly the five of these which he handed me can purchase a large amount of clothes.

'that's five man." He said pronouncing man like mah-n rather than man (I would later find out it meant ten thousand). "roughly five hundred dollars. The rainy season is coming up, but umbrellas are cheap so don't get a rain jacket. Also, don't worry about heavy clothes this place is boiling in the summer months." He said. 'I'll be in the guys section, replacing what clothes I lost." He explained pointing to a distant section near the back of the store. I nodded.

"Thank you, I will make sure to pay you back." I promise, realizing that Lien, regardless of how much, is more or less worthless in this world.

I wander around the women's section, trying to decide what to purchase. Do I pursue something casual? Jeans perhaps? Or maintain my air of formality and look for something similar to what I am wearing? I eventually decide to find out if any of these clothes fit me first.

It was a lucky moment when I found something that did fit. At six feet three inches, there was very little that fit my height Jeans would be left above my ankles most of the time, and I ended up pursuing the largest sizes in shirts for… specific reasons.

As I wandered through the aisles picking up a variety of clothing I wished that I had been allowed to bring my riding crop, I could levitate these clothes with ease. Instead I had to precariously balance them in the crook of my arm. Not an easy feat in lady-stilts- er I mean heels.

Eventually I did persevere. And wandered over to the changing room. I then went about trying on a variety of different clothes. Including jeans, skirts, blouses, dresses and much more. Very little of what I brought in actually fit so were simply too small, others too short, some just too revealing for my taste (I would later find out that My opinion on the matter coincided with the Japanese opinion in the city. Yang Xiaolong would not be happy, neither would Blake Belladonna).

I walked out with two pairs of dark jeans, a pair of black khakis and several white shirts and blouses. Undergarments, shoes and socks I could bring back from remnant. I dropped them on the counter in front of the cashier.

"Anata wa sega-takai des neh. Amerikajeen des ka?" The cashier said, smiling.

I blinked, uncertain what to do with whatever gibberish she was spouting. Amerikajeen? Maybe something about the jeans I was buying? I gently nodded.

"Sue goy!" She exclaimed. She gently picked up and started to ring my items, she calculated the cost. "yon mahn rope piyakuu san juu ni en des yo." She said, an open palm directing me to a small metal tray on the counter. I dropped the money Raye had given me on the counter, hoping I would get change.

"hai! Arigato gozaimashta!" She said cheerfully. The cashier nodded as she handed me the bag.

"Thank you." I said. Before snatching the bag and hastily leaving the store.

At this point I realized that I did not know where Raye was. I glanced around, using my hunter instincts to find the man who didn't, (not to sound racist) look similar to everyone else. Needless to say, I didn't find him. He found me.

"Glynda!" A voice behind me said. I turned slowly, behind me was, unsurprisingly Raye. He was carrying a single bag. He held out a hand, clearly offering to carry a bag of mine. I handed him two of my five bags, muttering "thank you" quickly.

He nodded. "We still have to get beds for everyone the shop is across the street." He explained. I nodded and followed him to the department store across the street.

Fifteen minute later we were struggling to carry five futons down the escalator of a department store.

"What are these exactly?" I asked staring at what seemed to be a thick blanket and a mattress sized, under-stuffed pillow wrapped together in plastic.

'It is a futon. Basically a Japanese mattress. Their useful, especially since you can shove 'em in a closet when you get up."

'Don't we need bedspreads? Sheets? A structure to place them on?"

Raye shrugged. "Sheets we can get next, but we have to drag this stuff back to the apartments first."

'This doesn't look very comfortable." I pointed out imagining sleeping on a futon on the floor. There was no back support, I might as well have slept in a sleeping bag."

"Well, you can always buy yourself a bed. But these things are expensive and currently I am spending my savings on this." Raye replied pointedly.

I blushed in embarrassment. Ozpin could have given him something worthwhile. Equipment, resources proprietary rights to some invention, really anything but lien would have been worth something in this world.

"I will talk to Ozpin about an actual reimbursement when we get back." I promised Raye.

He chuckled, he clearly didn't like my chances. But then again, he didn't know what I had on Ozpin.

Raye paid quickly, quickly confirming some things in Japanese before handing over several large bills. The cost was something in the range of sixty thousand yen, no small sum, which Raye quickly noted he couldn't afford to do again.

"I still expect repayment on that." Raye said.

Glynda bolted upright and practically leaped out of the chair. "Four maidens!" She swore, spinning to look at Raye. How did you get in?

"It's my apartment."

"But the lock-"

"Ozpin was too cheap to replace it after Yang bashed the door down."

"So that's why they come and go as they wish."

"Yeah. It's crazy. You almost finished?" Raye asked pointing at the computer.

"Haven't decided."

"Team RWBY is demanding their turn to write. I'd hurry up if I were you."

"They will wait." Glynda replied a glare on her face.

Raye grinned slightly but walked away without responding, he opened the fridge and pulled out a pile of food, clearly starting to prepare a meal.

'What's for dinner tonight?"

"Italian sausage caccitore with crème brulee for dessert." Raye said. Glynda furrowed her brow in surprise and concern. Something bothered her about that statement.

'I thought we were having American food." Glynda muttered before realizing what so bothered her about Raye's response "How did you get sausage?"

'Ozpin."

"Really?" Glynda asked, skeptical of Ozpin's ability to discern sausage from a hotdog.

"Yep." Raye said briefly, reluctant to elaborate on how he got his food.

"Why sausage?"

"Yang demanded hotdogs." Raye responded non-plussed by Ozpin's colossal failure. Typical Ozpin. Glynda thought.

'She'll kill you if you claim that's a hotdog."

'That is why we are having Italian food rather than hotdogs. She'll beat the crap out of me for not getting her what she wanted rather than murder me for lying." Raye replied, slicing onions with practiced ease.

"Can't argue with that logic."

"After a year you learn a thing or two. Finish the chapter, I need something to do when Yang breaks both my legs." Raye replied, continuing his work.

Back to the story.

Having purchased several items that were allegedly beds, we returned to the apartment building. Raye walked up the cement staircase with practiced ease. My arms had a comfortable heat in tem from carrying bags of clothes, futons and a variety of foodstuffs for tonight's dinner.

Raye opened the door to his floor and paused a groan passing from his lips.

"you've gotta be kidding me." He muttered I race dup behind him.

'What is it? Grimm? Salem? Ozpin?" I paused trying to think of something worse than Ozpin, I remained silent, giving up.

"Worse probably." He said pointing at several people in front of his door. Looking closely a let out a groan. This was only going to get worse.

Standing on the second floor were six people who I immediately recognized. There was team RWBY. All dressed in their traditional hunter gear and with their weapons. And then there were two others. Neither of who were expected so early. One of who was not expected at all. I then remembered the night before. And groaned all over again.

Yang turned to look at us. "Hey there!" She said cheerfully waving her hand. "We brought some extra guests!"

"Well this'll go well." Raye groaned, planting a smile on his face as he walked up and introduced himself to the remaining members of team RWBY. He then turned and looked ta the two unexpected arrivals.

"You are Roman Torchwick." He said pointing to the ginger haired man carrying his signature cane he then turned to the other. "And you, are Winter Schnee." He said. Both were surprised by his knowledge of them. But the surprise quickly vanished as Torchwick laughed.

"Damn kiddo, you have some information network!"

"Clearly not, or he would have known I was outside since last night." Winter retorted.

"Well, let's get this all worked out. Glynda was just getting the finishing touches organized." Raye said with a small grin he turned to me and glared frostily, the unspoken question clearly understood. Why didn't you tell me? He asked.

He ushered them into his apartment, holding the door open for all of them. I walked through last. Dropping the futons inside.

"please sit everyone." Raye said gently. Team RWBY sat on the couch, while Winter sat at the desk chair I and Torchwick sat on stools Raye remained standing.

'First rule. No killing." He began, getting a huff out of Torchwick.

"Second rule, no property destruction. Third rule, no stray animals." At this Ruby's hand shot up. She held the other arm protectively around her backpack.

"Yes?" Raye asked

"Are pets allowed?" She asked quickly. "Because we'd really like to bring our dog."

"The apartment has rules against animals. So no, currently pets are not allowed." Raye said calmly

Then, Ruby's backpack shook. Raye cocked an eyebrow. "You wouldn't have happened to bring your dog would you?" he asked.

'Bring Zwei? Rubes would never do that without permission!" Yang said quickly. As if on queue, Zwei the dog's head popped out of the backpack, his adorable tongue sticking out as he panted gently.

"Rubes!" Yang shouted downcast at their plan's failure. Raye rubbed the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed.

"Get back in the bag!" Ruby hissed

"What have I gotten myself into?" he asked.

Torchwick chuckled. "This'll be fun." He said.

" Relax Raye, we'll start this off with a yang!" Yang attempted with the poor pun simply dampening Raye's mood further.

"Glynda, a little help." He pleaded. At this I smiled. Feeling I had helped enough for the day I gave a little shrug.

"Sorry Raye, I'm on vacation." I replied to laughter from all but Raye.

Sometimes, if you can't beat em, join em.

So Plot! yay. There is a poll on my page for who writes the next entry! It's been up for awhile and will be coming down next Saturday so that I can actually start writing!

Ok have a great week!

Omake:

Raye sat in a wooden chair at the Board of Education. He was rubbing his face. Ozpin face was on the computer monitor. He was smiling slightly. Evidence that he had no remorse for his actions.

"Let me get this straight Ozpin. You thought it would be a good idea to persuade the Board of Education to allow huntresses in training to be substitute teachers?"

"Only those who've have adapted somewhat. It would continue their education and remind them the kind of people they are fighting for." Ozpin explained casually.

"How did you even get the Board to approve that?"

Ozpin drank coffee from his cup, refusing to respond.

"On second thought I don't want to know. I think I will just list the damages."

'Yang has destroyed three walls and put two adults in the hospital."

'They did make sexual comments about her." Ozpin pointed out. Raye nodded.

'Fair enough. But Weiss has frozen a pool, trapping children inside, Blake has caused a book bill increase of over 300% at two school libraries, Ruby has destroyed a kitchen."

"You can't make an omelet without breaking few eggs."

"She was trying to make chocolate chip cookies from an instant mix. The just-add-water kind."

"Well I'm sure she learned something about kitchen safety."

"And probably about why bringing a war scythe into a kitchen is a bad idea." Raye replied.

"And then there is Glynda" Raye continued, his voice growing increasingly desperate.

'She substituted the day you were sick right?"

"Yes. One day. ONE."

"What happened?" Ozpin asked warily preparing for the worst.

"Other than the fact that students are currently designing weaponry, making rifle rounds and have suddenly mastered karate from what appears to be one English class?"

'Yes."

'Well someone caught it on camera, posted it to Youtube and now it has become a big international incident. Glynda's request to add combat training the curriculum was proposed in the Japanese diet."

Ozpin cocked a brow skeptical of Raye's claims. "Isn't that a good thing? It means her classes are up to standard."

"She proposed a hunter based curriculum!"

"So? Glynda designed the one at Beacon."

'The kids flunked their English test and used me as target practice." Raye finished.

'So… No more substitute teachers?"

"Never again. Yang smashing disco Clubs is something I can deal with. Glynda starting an armed student rebellion I can't."

"She was hired by one of the schools though."

"Wait what?"

Elsewhere-

Faster! Move your left foot! Glynda shouted at the boy swinging duel katanas.

The other boy dodged pulling out a shotgun and firing at close range. The duel continued as the first boy dodged.

'Stop!" Glynda shouted. The two stopped turned and bowed.

"Arigato Grynda-Sensei!" they said, mispronouncing Glynda's name.

'L! L! Use an L not an R!" She shouted. "Extra punishment round for poor pronunciation! Begin!" She said as the boys restarted their duel. Behind her other students were reciting the alphabet.

Glynda smiled, this was the way English should be taught.

Another teacher pocked his head into the training arena "Glynda sensei I must start math class with the students now."

"Come back later." Glynda said dismissively. The math teacher hesitated, contemplating arguing with Glynda, but decided better of it when he saw a twelve year old loading a shotgun. He nodded and quietly left.

"B! B! B not G!" the teacher heard Glynda shout. His walk became a full on sprint back to the office.

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