Albus FF - Chapter 4

This chapter was hard to write, mainly because of all of the exposition. Next chapter will cover basically all of Volume 2, because only three things happen and one of them is very Team RWBY oriented. If you think my writing has been weak, just wait til I get to Volume 3. I'm really excited to get to the Vytal Tournament and all of the things that go with it.

And again, thanks for reading this far. This is my stupid fantasy in RWBY, and I just thought one day, "Hey, why not share this story and maybe make another person a little happier or something." I do have another idea for a fan fiction in RWBY, but I would be taking some liberties with the settings and characters. We'll see.

Albus was sitting in Dr. Oobleck's history class staring at the clock. He scribbled notes in the notebook in front of him occasionally, but his eyes were glued to the time.

'Only five more minutes to go,' he thought. 'Then to the range.' The white haired boy was tired of sitting in class after class listening to his professors rattle on. The only two he actually liked were Glynda's combat and Peach's dust classes. There, he could actually fight or learn how to use dust, respectively. In Port's class he would just sleep. Albus used to sleep in Oobleck's history lectures as well, but after the first extra essay he was given, he paid attention as best he could.

Oobleck finally let them go and Albus headed straight for the locker room to get a few hours in practicing with his bow. As he was closing his locker, Russ came up to Albus. "Cmon, Albus. Carmine and Laz want to go to Vale tonight to celebrate the long weekend." Russ pleaded with him. Albus ignored him and threw his quiver on his back. Russ grew frustrated, "You need to stop with the late nights and constant training."

Albus turned to Russ, "This is how I've been going for the last three years. Even at Signal I would sneak out and train late into the night. These classes are mostly a waste of time! Port and Oobleck just run their mouths. At least in Glynda's class I can watch other people fight when I'm not fighting."

"And what good has your constant training been? From what I've been able to piece together when you actually talk to the rest of us, you've been alone for a long time." Russ started. "You can't do everything by yourself! What about that King Taijitu? Without us there, it would have killed you!"

"If you weren't there, I would have ran!" responded Albus.

"You can't just run from everything!" shouted Russ. "What will happen when you can't run away? What if you get trapped, or hurt? What will you do then?"

Albus paused, "I've always been alone. I grew up in a village, and when my father wasn't away on patrol or a mission, he was drilling me on how to fight. Until the Grimm attacked. They killed everyone I cared about." Albus continued after a moment. "I'm determined to be better. To be stronger then them. Then my father."

"And you can't do that alone." Both boys were surprised when Professor Ozpin walked around the corner. "Would you come with me, Albus."

Albus followed the headmaster to the courtyard. He stopped in front of the grand statue in the center. "Do you know why the huntsmen academies were founded, Albus?" Ozpin questioned the boy.

"To train huntsmen and huntresses to protect the world," answered Albus.

"That is true, Mr. Turnbull," Ozpin responded. "But you're missing one word. The huntsmen academies were founded to train huntsmen to protect the world, together. You can become the best huntsmen in the world, but there will always be a large enough horde of Grimm that can take you down. How do you think the four kingdoms came to be? Hundreds of people banding together to make something greater than themselves."

Ozpin turned to Albus, "I know this might all seem like a waste of time, but trust me, every part of your curriculum is there for a reason. You can't be perfect in every area of study. And when you realize you lack in one area, you have your team to help you up." The headmaster rested an arm on Albus's shoulder. "We will train you to be the best you can be, you just have to give us your best. Now go have fun with your team. You've earned it."

Team Coral were sitting at a table outside of a coffee shop in Vale. Each one of them had a smile on their face as they drank from their cups. Russ turned to the white haired boy, "So, Albus, what did Ozpin say to get you to come with us?"

The other two turned to him as he stared at his coffee, "He told me why we are put into our teams, instead of being kept separate. Only together can we become better than ourselves." He looked up at his teammates. "I'm sorry I've been such an idiot this last month."

Carmine spoke up, "No need to be sorry man. As long as we're in this together now, that's all that matters."

"So the dance is coming up next month," Laz spoke up. "You guys planning on asking anyone?"

"Haven't really thought of it," Albus said smiling.

Russ leaned forward, "I was thinking of asking that blond brawler."

"Well good luck with that," Carmine said chuckling.

Albus and Carmine were in the library a week later, each scribbling notes from a book. "Why does Oobleck think we need to write such a long essay each week?" Albus said, taking a break.

"You're still working on that Faunus Rights Revolution essay?" Carmine questioned him. "You can say how it led to the rise of the White Fang, or how Menagerie was an ill-planned solution."

"Well, what are you working on?" Albus turned to Carmine.

The faunus began, "As team leader, I need to come up with team strategies. With the Vytal Festival Tournament coming up, Professor Goodwitch wants all of the team leaders to list each of their members strengths and weaknesses, along with possible team attacks."

"What did you write about me?" Albus asked him.

"Umm," Carmine paused. "I said that you're a very capable fighter and that you don't give up."

Albus looked at him, "And?"

He continued, "I put that you weren't very team oriented. But, I also wrote that you were working on it!" Carmine blurted out as Albus stared at him.

"I need a break from this," Albus said, leaning back. "Hey, how about I help you come up with team strategies, then you can help me with my essay?"

"Deal!" agreed Carmine.