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Chapter Three

Bad First Impression

Shige's POV

Why am I here again? Oh right, I accepted Professor Ozpin's offer without really thinking it through. I pinched the bridge of my nose with a sigh. Damnit, am I really that easily manipulated? Well, I guess that my confusion did contribute to that…

The floor beneath me was vibrating slightly with machinery. I was in an aircraft headed to Beacon, which I am convinced will be my eventual death. I fucking hate this already.

I figure, might as well do something other than brood like how Roman did after I gave him a black eye for flirting with my cousin.

~Flashback~

"Ah, so you're Mister Torchwick." My cousin greeted that orange haired bastard in her silky voice. She was a pretty woman, with long, silky black hair that reached her waist braided gracefully down her back. Her pink violet eyes were looking at Roman with calculation, which took attention away from the expensive black dress she most likely paid off with manipulating her tailor into submission. Silver violet scales glittered on her arm as she reached out her hand for a simple handshake. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm Ayame Nagatsuko."

Roman took her pale hand, and instead of shaking it, he brought it up to his lips in a 'chivalrous' way. "I am pleased to meet such a fine, beautiful lady such as you-" He saw my boot headed straight for his stupid face in a roundhouse kick a second too late.

~End flashback~

Truthfully, it was a good memory. It would be nice if I could punch Roman and get out all my anger at him again.

I observe my surroundings. The interior of the aircraft was brightly lit by the sun outside, which filtered in through windows that lead to a nice view of Vale. There were several students, of whom I don't know. Based on their actions, mostly based on how quite a few of them were staring at me, they obviously were already attending Beacon. Figures, I did get forced into transferring here in the middle of the year- Well, it was just a quarter in, but still. Beacon's system is pretty interesting. It turns out students can just study here for the first quarter without being formed into teams. So, there are apparently two initiation tests per year for first years. One for the start of school, and one right before second quarter. Pretty clever, and it gives students a higher chance of staying in Beacon.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a 'hushed' stage whisper.

"Who is he? He's cute…" A girl in overly neon pink vinyl clothing- God, my eyes, they're burning- whispered to another girl wearing monochromatic clothing. Um… I'm not sure if I want to be called cute by someone like… This.

"He's especially sexy with that medical eyepatch. I mean, he's like the sexy version of Ciel." God, no, I hope she doesn't mean that kid from that one anime my younger cousins watch. Fuck, she does think that I look like a sexy version of that blue haired kid. Well, I'll take that as a compliment. She is pretty cute herself… "His sense of fashion is pretty awesome too." What? I look down at my clothes, which served as my combat gear. I don't see what's so great about my simple dark green silk button up with a silver graceful-almost feline- oriental dragon about to take flight from its seat on a crescent moon embroidered into the back of it, top few buttons unbuttoned which covered my bandaged arms, and black jeans. It's just a hand me down from my grandfather. From when he was my age, he says. Well, thank you, I guess, Girl number 2. "And his scales are sexy too. That bandage on his cheek makes him even sexier. He must be the badass type." ...I don't know what to say to that.

I felt a strange, uncomfortable feeling from behind me. I glanced behind me to see some guy with orange brown hair that was seemingly slicked back with grease. I narrow my eye slightly at him, noting that he was sneering at me as if I was dirt. Of course there would be racists at Beacon...

"URGH-BLAAAAAAAARGH!" … Was that what I think it is? I look in the direction everyone else is looking and instantly grimace in disgust. Another guy my age had hurled up most of his lunch all over another guy's clothes.

"Oh no!" Several girls, presumably fangirls, screamed in unison at the 'tragic' event. "Prince Azrael! Are you alright?!" Oh great, I'm in the same damn airship with the very Prince of Vytal himself. Can my day get any worse? First my left eye suffered a bright, neon death, then the Prince shows up. Why is he here anyways? I hope he doesn't attend Beacon…

"No matter, young mademoiselles!" The blue haired prince announced dramatically, taking off- Well, more dramatically flinging off his soiled deep blue tail coat lined with silver. The prince folded his tailcoat so the vomit wouldn't touch him and hung in on his arm. He flipped his slightly spiky blue green hair, in which two slightly longer locks; one of which which was lazily clipped to the rest of his styled hair with several bobby pins in criss-crosses; flew- Or should I say floated- gracefully in the air. A large bead of sweat formed at my temple as I resisted the urge to facepalm, my eyebrow spasming a bit. Narcissist, much? I noticed a strange glittering beneath his left eye. From this distance, I had to squint my eyes slightly to see small, strange crystals embedded into his pale skin, as if he was born with them. I wonder what their purpose was… It probably was just some royal tradition.

"Fine young ladies, I am alright!" The prince gazed gently at all the girls near him with soft pink eyes, causing most of them to swoon under his gaze. I note that there were five girls who weren't affected at all by the prince. I guess they were smart enough to not fall for the guy's antics. "In fact," the prince turned to the still green guy who had thrown up, "I worry for you, Sir Jaune Arc! Are you alright?" I was slightly surprised. Despite the prince speaking flamboyantly for show, I could see a flash of genuine concern in his eyes.

"M'fine…" The vomit guy, Jaune, mumbled while swaying slightly, hand clapped over his mouth.

"I'll take you to the medical bay on this ship immediately! I will save you from this terrible death!" I saw a girl, one of the girls that weren't affected by the prince's charms, twitch in irritation at the continued drama, the urge to punch the prince barely filtered by her icy blue eyes. Ah, Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schee Dust Company. One of the top enemies of the Eternal Moon. Heard my grandfather badmouth Miss Schnee's father more than a few times. It definitely wasn't pretty. I think he called her father 'that man with the *green hat' more than once in Cantonese.

"Uh, I don't think s'that bad…" Jaune mumbled, turning greener.

"Our prince is such a knight in shining armor!" Fangirls squealed. Miss Schnee's eye twitched again, this time twice. The unbelievability of this situation and the prince's painfully irritating flamboyance caused me empathize with her.

"I, Prince Azrael, third son of King Elohim XXXI of Vytal, will come to your rescue, fair pretty maiden Sir Jaune Arc!" What. The. CRAP. Miss Schnee's eye was spasming by now, the poor heiress who has relations to this prince through her family's alliance with the Vytal royal family.

Throughout the ridiculousness of this situation, I didn't notice a tall, muscular guy about five inches taller than me stumbling away from Jaune and 'Prince Charming' in my direction, looking a bit green himself from the smell of vomit or just dizziness. It wasn't until I was knocked down as he collapsed onto me as dizziness took over him.

"Ugh…" I grunted slightly from the impact. I was dazed for a second before I snapped back, noticing that the aircraft fallen fallen mostly silent. What? This doesn't make sense. I glanced to the side, seeing that everyone was staring at me. Then, I realized that dizzy guy was on top of me, too dizzy to get up.

"Nggggh…" The man mumbled against my chest, two fluffy black ears with tufts of orange and white flattened in discomfort against his red orange spiky hair. Please don't throw up…

"YAOI~" There were squeals from a group of girls, which included the girl in neon pink and that girl who called me 'sexy.' Oh, for the love of fuck! They think I'm gay!

Why does this happen to me…?!

END

And now you can see the extent to which I can torture my characters. :)

Enter Prince Azrael, a new character!

Azrael of the House of Vigilancia- Handsome he is, they say. Sexy is another overly used term. As prince of Vytal, Azrael has his own fanclub at Beacon. Azrael is the third son of King Elohim the Thirty-first. The most distinctive trait about him is his pastel greenish blue hair that is styled perfectly. Other traits of his are pale pink eyes, pale skin (A common trait in his family), and strange crystals embedded in his skin below his left (Viewer's right) eye. Azrael is often seen in princely clothing, expensive and classy.

Azrael wields a silver halberd with a Dust chamber that has a somewhat similar design to Tsugumi Harudori in her weapon form, but has a notable motif of a moon in its design. It doesn't transform, but it is used similarly to Weiss' Myrtenaster. Azrael refers to his halberd as 'Moon Beauty.'

As always, reviews are appreciated!

~Hemo

EDIT: The 'green hat' mentioned, is an insult in Cantonese, specifically from Hong Kong, that is used to call someone who's wife is cheating on them.