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Chapter 5

A New Day

The sun peaked through the window of Glynda's office, slowly illuminating the scene of the fight that had occurred the previous night. Slowly the light reached the face of Lucien, still sitting with his back to the wall, cradling Glynda in his arms. From her place in his arms she could see the content expression he wore in his sleep. A small smile gracing her face, reminded of the days when he would wake before her and just stare like she was now.

He sleeps so soundly in the most uncomfortable places. She thought, simply enjoying the fleeting moments of comfort that remained. Soon enough we will be back at each other's throats, I guess that's the way things are now. Last night only showed me how far he thinks he's fallen.

"Stop staring at me." Lucien said suddenly, causing Glynda to jump, only to find that she was being held in place by two strong arms.

"You're awake." She stated dumbly, words escaping her.

"I always woke before you. That hasn't changed." He replied, his eyes still shut.

"Please let me go." She requested, feeling his grip on her slacken off, a feeling she did not enjoy. Old habits die so damn hard. Why couldn't you have been an asshole about all of this instead of breaking down like that?

"I'm sorry for what happened last night. I know sorry is rarely enough, but I hope my deeds will back up my words." He said. "Nothing like this will ever happen again. I will maintain a professional relationship with you and that is all. I give you my word."

"Thank you." She said dejectedly as she raised herself up from his lap, rearranging her clothes to look more proper.

"Have a good day Professor Goodwitch." Lucien said as he stood and turned to leave.

"Lucien, wait a moment." Glynda began. "We need to talk about what happened."

"No Professor, I think we talked enough last night, I have nothing more to add. If you do please say it now. When I leave this room I don't intend to ever come back." He replied. His cold exterior returning.

"Lucien, I don't think you died that day. I want to hate you for running, most of me does, but we were lovers once, friends once, and I want you to know that I still hold some hope for you." She confided.

"Thank you, but please don't waste the effort." He replied coldly before walking out the door.

Back to being a statue of ice. Well as much as I miss the man he used to be, I hate the man he's become.

Glynda left her office, heading towards her staff quarters, deciding on a much needed shower and change of clothes. Walking into a larger version of the dorms the students stayed in, she walked over to the wardrobe that help all of her clothes. Opening it she pulled out her usual outfit of white and black. Taking it with her to her bathroom she showered and began to dress. Half dressed she looked in the mirror and had a change of heart. Walking back to her wardrobe she placed her first choice of clothing back in and pulled out a selection she hadn't worn in quite some time.

Finally dressed she looked in the mirror again and found the selection satisfied her. It was a light blue blouse that showed the barest amount of cleavage, a light cream coloured skirt, and leather boots the same shade as her skirt. Forgoing her usual cape, she wore her emblem as a pendant she had been given years ago, the pendant was made from silver and cut sapphires, it complimented her skin exquisitely. I haven't worn anything this colourful in years. It's strange to be wearing this again. She thought, thumbing the pendant.

Walking at a brisk pace to her lecture hall she made it in time to prepare for her first class of the day, second years. They alway get cocky in their second year, they think that because they survived the first year that the next will be easy. I'm in a good mood, let's make today interesting. As she plotted how to make the second year's lives hell the paced around the arena. When she heard the first student filter in she took her place behind the podium. As soon as the first bell rang she went straight into her short lecture and then began selecting students for the day's sparring.

As the bell dismissed the second year students she gathered her notes and prepared for the first years. As she heard the first student walk in she looked up from her podium and her eyes fell upon Lucien walking in and taking his seat at the back of the class, her breath catching for a moment. I thought he would have skipped out by now. Within minutes the rest of the students had filtered in and the bell had rung.

"Okay class, today we will be taking a break from sparring and we will be working on aura manipulation. Get with your partner and start working on projecting your aura for ten seconds at at time. After you've worked on that far a bit we'll move on to something else." She instructed.

The student paired up and began working on projecting their auras. The only student alone was Lucien, this was nothing new, whenever they did something that involved a partner he either sat it out or did it alone. Today he was sitting alone and projecting his snow white aura out around him with ease. Students near him were beginning to stare at him, watching his aura shift from a snowy white to a stormy grey, all the way to a deep black, before it began shifting back to white again, the sign of a tortured psyche. They are staring now. These kids need to learn tact Lucien thought, his eyes closed.

"Staring isn't nice children." He said loud enough for those close to him to hear.

Startled the students jumped, turning away and returning to their own practice. Soon enough student were staring again, this time more joined them, whispers rising up around the room. Mind your own business. It's just an aura, you've all got one. Lucien thought, feeling the eyes on him again. Letting his aura draw back within himself, ready to give the nearby students a tongue lashing, but what he saw when he opened his eyes startled him. The entire room was staring at him, not a single pair of eyes wavered from him.

"What?! Have none of you ever seen an aura before?" He shouted to the class, most students flinched but continued to stare.

"We didn't mean to stare! Your aura is just… strange." Ruby said, her voice trailing off on the last word.

"Strange? I'm not sure how I should take that." Lucien replied.

"It was pretty, and scary too." Ruby replied, getting a few nods of agreement from her friends.

"I'm just gonna let this all go now." He said, noticing that most of the other students had turned back to what they were doing. "I suggest you do the same and go back to your own practice."

"My La Fiere. I would prefer it if you didn't try and lecture my students on proper etiquette." Glynda said. "Now all of you return to your own practice. You have five more minutes of this before we move on to use of your semblances."

The few students who were still staring at Lucien returned to their own practice, still glancing back on occasion. Lucien just sat there and waited for the signal to move on to the next task, growing tired of the hours spent learning about aura manipulation, once again regretting coming back to Beacon. Soon enough he had another excuse to draw stares as the class was instructed to practice use of their semblances.

Enjoying the chance to flex is metaphysical muscles, Lucien started by fading his limbs to nothing, then he stretched out a bit further and let his entire body fade away. Standing from his seat he glided through the rows of practicing students, causing the occasional gasp to rise as a deathly chill touched a student. Coming to rest in front of Glynda he stood just within an arm's reach of her. Sensing a presence in front of her, she reached a hand out in front of her and waved it directly through Lucien's torso. A chill confirming her suspicions she quietly she cleared her throat.

"Lucien go back to your seat." She said quietly.

"I never left it." Lucien called out, already back in his seat. A smirk plastered to his face, not noticing a very important part of his body had transitioned back to the material world with the rest of him.

"I believe you forgot something." Glynda said, pointing at her shoulder.

"Oh shit!" Lucien exclaimed, realising that he had forgotten to keep his wings immaterial. Quickly letting them fade out, he adjusted himself in his seat, glancing around. Most of the students had learned their lesson and had ignored him, but his favorite little first years were staring at him wide eyed. Well shit. It's gonna be another late night of questioning, isn't it?

The rest of class passed fairly uneventfully, Lucien keeping his wandering to a minimum. Periodically he would catch team JNPR staring at him, questioning looks on their faces.

As the bell rang and he got up to leave he found that he was stuck in a now familiar scenario.

"Mr. La Fiere." Glynda began. "Please be a little more cautious in the future."

"Yes ma'am." He replied.

"Good, now I'll make an exception to the rules and let you explain what happened to team JNPR. I believe they will be waiting for you outside."

"They probably will be." Lucien answered grudgingly.

Walking out the door he found just that. Team JNPR stood waiting for him, questions ready on their tongues.

"No. Not here. Same as last time. My room, after dinner." Lucien said before anyone could voice their questions.

"Ok, but there are going to be a lot of questions." Jaune said.

"Actually, I just have one!" Nora said. "Did we see you with mffmf!"

"Nora, shut up." Ren said, muffling her questions with his hand.

"For now let's get to class." Lucien said, leading the way to the next class, dragging an entourage of confused teens behind him.

The rest of his morning went as could be expected, with JNPR trying to weasel information out of him, to which he alway responded with a command to wait till later. At lunch things finally came to a head and JNPR could wait no longer.

"Ok are you going to tell us or not?!" Jaune said exasperatedly.

"Like I said, later. Hold your questions till then. Or you won't get any answers." Lucien replied frostily.

"Fine, but answer one thing now." Jaune demanded. "Did we see you with wings or what?"

"Yes." Lucien replied.

"I knew it!" Jaune shouted in triumph. "Wait, you said yes? Like we weren't hallucinating?"

"Yes." He replied again.

"Ok now i'm just getting confused." Jaune said dejectedly.

"Good, now save it till later." Lucien said, getting up to dump his tray and leave. Walking out he passed Glynda.

"Lucien, I expect you will make sure they keep whatever you tell them a secret?" She said, stopping him.

"Of Course ma'am." He replied.

"Good." She said leaving him and walking to her place at one of the faculty tables.

Well she has gotten even colder. I guess last night didn't happen. That's probably a good thing. He thought as he headed to his next class. As always he was early to it and took his seat, deciding on a nap, as he always did. However his nap was interrupted early by the sound of clicking heels. The clicking gradually grew louder and more irritating until it stopped next to him. Opening his eyes he saw a white haired teen standing in front of him, glaring down at him like she was looking at a pile of shit on the sidewalk.

"What do you want princess?" He asked.

"You have my friends freaking out, and more importantly you have given my girlfriend a death wish." Weiss explained. "So I have a bone to pick with you Mr. Contract Killer."

"You figured it out huh?" He asked. "I knew you were a bright one, and considering your status it's not surprising you've heard of me. Keep it to yourself would you."

"Of course I figured it out. What do you take me for an idiot?" She said.

"No, just a wishy washy teenager." He chided.

"Shut up and listen." She said. "Ruby is going to challenge you soon. If I see you try anything like you did with Pyrrha I will personally rip your testacles off and shove them down your throat."

"You can't hurt something that's not there." He remarked as he let himself fade away.

"You son of a bitch." Weiss said, stomping off to her own seat.

Well this is an annoying turn of events. I have enough shit to deal with. Actually...I don't… Maybe this will be interesting. He thought lazily, staring off into empty space. When the bell for class rang he brought himself back into the physical world and half heartedly listened to the lecture on the operation of Huntsman Associations. Contemplating what would most likely be an interesting week to come, questioning from teenagers later that night, a fight with the scythe wielding girl soon, and what was sure to be an interesting conversation with Weiss after that.

Well I have been bored out of my mind lately. It'll be nice to have some excitement.