And Hemo's back with chapter two! Please note that this chapter contains more language than the first chapter, since it is the POV of the grandson of the most notorious crime lord in Remnant.

Anyways, I would like to explain to you how I will update this story. I have decided to be more organized, so I can hopefully avoid not posting for months. I will not post future chapters until the chapter after that is finished. Therefore, you can live on knowing that I do have the next chapter written and I haven't been diagnosed with comatose by a brick thrown at me called writer's block.

Disclaimer: I'm not Monty Oum nor am I a member of Roosterteeth. Just a teenager with no life other than academics and being an otaku.

Chapter Two

Damn Confusing Reality

Shige aka Shade aka Snakey's POV

"Ngggh…" I moan, seeing only black. I… Don't remember. I remember darkness. And… Blood. Pain. Eternal Moon members taken down easily.

My eyes flew open when the realization of what happened rammed into me like a ton of bricks. For some reason, there were bright white lights that caused me to squint through it instead of the usual lights in the club. "Holy shit!" I needed to get to my grandfather and save his ass from that superhuman lady. I vaguely wondered about Roman, but the thought was immediately purged as sharp pain came from my arms as I tried to sit up. A hiss of pain came through my gritted teeth as I immediately collapsed back onto my back. The pain dulled slightly as the force put on my arms was released, letting my arm lay there against the soft, white sheets… Wait.

Sheets? I finally notice my surroundings. I was laying in a white hospital bed, in a bleach white room. The brightness and over cleanliness issued a grimace from me. It was blinding, and rather… Unnerving. I hate the chemical smell. I hate the thought that people… Potentially dying the the surgery room, their guts and slowly beating heart exposed to the air, creepy looking doctors wearing masks standing over them with a clear psychopathic grins beneath their forlorn white masks of death while their crazed eyes glinted from behind circle glasses goggles that shone white- Fuck, why the crap did I bring that up? It'll take me hours to get rid of the image! Why the hell am I here?

I moved my arms, shifting positions to at least make myself more comfortable. I might as well, since I'm not getting out of here anytime soon. Reap what what you sow, I scowled slightly. I could've fought better. I guess I didn't quite reach the standards of Grandfather... The pain spiked up again, but no where near as bad as when the glass cut me or when I made that amateuristic move of using my arms as leverage. I glanced down at my arms, noting that they were bandaged, and I could feel some stitching in the deeper cuts. I also noted the feeling of a bandage on my upper left cheek, where I got sliced by that scythe. I was thankful for the dulled pain, and the breathiness of the hospital gown the nurses- Hopefully cute nurses- must've change me into when I was out. Most of all, I was thankful for the fresh air against my right eye and cheek-

...Fuck!

I reached up to my right cheek, feeling a trail of scales extending from behind my ear, the nape of my neck, and down by back to my cheek, barely an inch below my right eye. The dull pain that flared up at the movement wasn't enough to snap me out of my daze. I hesitantly feel higher, to my open right eye. My fingertips grazed the sensitive skin of my eyelid, which practically wasn't exposed to anything for the last ten years or so. I was able to see with this eye, but barely enough to make out shapes and colors.

I intaked a sharp breath. Oh no. Oh, fucking hell, no. This would only mean that others have seen it. The milky white-violet eye of death, the goddamn curse that has existed since I was a little kid. It wasn't exactly death, but its venomous stare was enough to plant seeds of chaos within others. Shit.

The door of the cold, monochromatic room opened. "Ah, you're finally awake. You've been out for at least 5 hours."

I quickly turned my eyes to the sheets, tensing. It must be a doctor or something.

"It's definitely strange to see a teenager like you caught up in the business of the underground. You do realize that dealing with Roman Torchwick and Nagatsuko Takeshi is very dangerous, and could be punishable by law. You could be in Juvenile Hall for the duration of the year until you're 18." A bead of sweat rolled down from my temple to my cheek. I summoned up my courage to look up at the person who was practically insulting my grandfather- Wait, Grandfather is a bit dangerous… But still.

During my flare of agitation, I spoke coolly, "I didn't think that cops could interrogate patients without a valid warrant."

"Sharp mind. But I'm not a cop." The person commented, his brown eyes calculating. I observed him, sizing him up. If he wasn't a cop, what was he? Hopefully not a Hunter. I wondered if I could knock him out and run out of here. Probably not, since there are probably reinforcements But I could jump out the window… I think I could survive the fall… "As expected from the grandson of the most notorious crime lord in the entirety of Remnant."

I blanched slightly. "W-What are you talking about?" He cursed himself for stuttering. Goddamnit, even if he's not a cop, he must have caught my stutter. Why else would he be interrogating me? No interrogator would go without training...

"I know that you are Nagatsuko Shige. Quite a shady background, I believe. Based on my observations, you have quite a knack for weapon design. Didn't your grandfather sell some blueprints to the White Fang? Or was it Torchwick? I admit, your family's security is pretty strong." Subconsciously, I clenched the sheets in my hand until my knuckles were white as I broke out in cold sweat. I was too stiff to clean up my act. "It would certainly be a waste if I let you get arrested by the police force. I have a proposal for you: Join my academy."

Sorry, what? I stared at the middle aged man blankly.

"Beacon Academy." It was then that I burst out laughing. I clutched my mid section as the ridiculousness of the situation overtook me. After a few moments, my laughter was reduced to chuckles as I wiped away humorous tears that formed at the corner of my eyes.

"Yeah, nice one, sir." I added the honorific for measure as I leaned back against the metal headboard of the bed.

The man sighed before looking to the door. "Glynda you may come in." The door swung open as a woman in a blouse, black corset, black pants and a strange black cape lined with violet entered, giving me a rather scary look. I shivered slightly, recoiling as natural instinct.

"Mr. Nagatsuko, this is Huntress Glynda Goodwitch, the deputy Headmistress of Beacon Academy. Glynda, I believe you are already aware that this is Shige Nagatsuko." The man gestured between the woman, apparently Glynda, and I. I shifted uncomfortably as Glynda turned her sharp, strict emerald gaze to me. I hope she won't lecture me. Maybe I can run for it now… But I had a burning question in the back of my mind.

"So, wait, if she's deputy headmistress of Beacon, then who are you?" I asked.

"Headmaster of Beacon. You may refer to me as Ozpin." The man introduced himself officially. I slumped against the headboard and pillow, a long breath exhaling from my mouth. Damn, two strong Hunters.

Ozpin then nodded to Glynda.

"Mr. Nagatsuko." Glynda started, slightly mispronouncing my family name to the point of 'Na-ka-suck-o.' I vaguely wondered how it was possible for my last name to be pronounced like that… "When I arrived at the scene, a… Witness," I noted the slightest hesitancy in her voice, as if she was deciding on telling a lie or not, "tipped us off about your combat abilities. In fact, there was even a security footage to back her statement up."

"What-" I was beyond startled that Glynda and/or the police had manage to hack into the club security cameras.

"To replay the events…" Glynda continued, ignoring me. She drew out a Scroll, extending it to display a screen. She tapped it once, playing a video. She then handed it to me, having no need to watch it as she and Ozpin must've watched it already.

I watched myself jump in front of Grandfather, in a battle stance. The exchange between Grandfather, Roman, and I was unfortunately recorded. Damn, they know that I have an acquaintance level of relations with Roman… What am I going to do with myself after this stupidity on my part? Not only it was stupid, I probably disappointed my grandfather. Ah, pride, thou art a merciless demon. I focused in on the screen, feeling slightly dazed at the swift blades of my sai and the woman's scythe slicing through the air at each other. Towards the end, I flinched slightly at seeing myself being brought down with one blow from the flat side of the razor sharp scythe blade. I should've tried twisting the scythe out of the woman's grip when I had the chance…

A cold feeling washed over me: Disappointment in myself. I hung my head slightly as I silently handed the Scroll back to Glynda, letting my hair fall into my eyes.

"It wasn't the smartest thing to go charging into battle with someone that clearly had the upperhand." Glynda had rewound the the video, to a point where it showed the woman taking down Roman and Grandfather's men with little effort. I watched in amazement at the woman's grace as she used momentum and force easily to knock the men out, at how she used her scythe's rounded blade to propel herself forward and off the ground, at how she pretty much summed up the ideal mastery of rokushaku kama jutsu. I note that the woman had used a combination of jutsu, most notably jujutsu, based on the fact that she did easily use outside forces against me. I inwardly chuckled at myself at how the knowledge of physics can easily be used as an upper hand in battle.

Then the video had reached a shocking part. My eyes widened as I saw the woman spin her scythe faster and faster, the kinetic energy creating an equivalent of a shield against the bullets and deflecting them back into the men. I wasn't sure how she did that, but I was willing to bet that it must've been usage of her Aura and Dust. For some reason, I had some doubt in that… It was then that realization struck me.

That woman must've went easy on me. So much for my chance at reaching my family's expectations.

"She has much more experience than you. You shouldn't do that again. You risked your life, practically throwing it away! Your actions were rash, especially since you were already injured-" Glynda scolded me. Right, right, I get it, living incarnation of Deputy Headmistress McGonagall.

"Glynda." Ozpin raised his hand, cutting in. Glynda nodded, letting him speak. "Mr. Nagatsuko, your opponent had several years of training, and she is what you consider an elite Huntress. And yet, you managed to hold up in battle with her longer than most people would. You displayed advanced uses of your sai, enough to block and trap a double scythe effectively. Based on your display, I figured that I would invite you to Beacon instead of letting you get sent to Juvenile Hall."

Silence.

"...You're serious." I deadpanned.

"Yes." Ozpin nodded.

"You're inviting the grandson of THE Nagatsuko Takeshi."

"Yes."

"Uh…" I felt really awkward. Damn confusing reality. "Sure…? Thank you… Professor Ozpin."

END

And now, for the first character bio!

Nagatsuko Shige- The grandson of the most notorious crime lord still living in Remnant. Being a direct relative of the Nagatsuko bloodline, Shige is a snake faunus. The most distinctive feature of his snake faunus nature is his scale, of which are in a silver green hue. His scales begin from his left shoulder blade to the nape of his neck to behind his right ear to below his right eye. In this chapter, Shige mentions that his half blind right eye, which is a slightly cloudy white pink-violet, induces 'chaos' in others. This could be his Semblance. The author may have been thinking of Inaba Reisen from Touhou while thinking of possible candidates for Shige's semblance. Shige constantly hides his eye, mostly due to fear. The basic appaearance of Shige is slightly long black hair, which, of course, is longish and perfectly messy, based on the author's love of bishounens. Shige's skin is relatively pale. His other eye is pink violet, almost similar to Lie Ren. The author is probably not that subtle in hinting at Shige's familial relations, and she won't speak further on that matter. Shige is often seen in a mix of classy clothing and usual hoodies and jeans.

Shige wields a pair of sai, which he designed himself, which has enough metal components to transform into two lightweight magnum pistols with few submachine gun properties for better efficiency. He uses Dust bullet rounds. Shige, being born from a mafia family, does use underhanded tactics such as mixing Dust- Dubbed Dust alchemy by the author- to gain an upper hand. He also carries around silencers just in case. He usually hides his sai in his boots. Shige refers to his weapons as Shadow's Venom or just Venom, as the author is lacking creativity.

Reviews are appreciated.

~Hemo