The music echoed throughout the club, seeming to shake the entire ground with every thumping noise the electronic noise produced. The thumping created a jolt that spread throughout Torchwick's body, and it allowed him to relax despite the loud and annoying music. Shouts, giggles, and slamming noises behind Torchwick joined the music, making for an even more unpleasant noise that, unfortunately, nullified the calming effects of the jolts. The white-coated man cringed and bent deeper over his phone, touching the screen to get to the news. On either side of him was a man in a completely black tuxedo, both of them concealing weapons on their person. On the popular news site, the Puffington Host, there was an article that caught Torchwick's eye. He raised an eyebrow and tapped the caption, and it took him to the page the article was on almost instantly. He scrolled down, quickly reading the digital text that popped up. After reading the article, Torchwick scrolled down even more to find a picture. In a wall, a message was etched, a message that intrigued and disturbed Torchwick.

"Can Roman Torchwick come out and play, huh? Why yes he can. Hey, hired help. Get the word to Crimson: I need her to find a guy in a black cloak who runs around with a sitar. Think you can manage?" He asked his goons dismissively, turned away from them as they nodded. He turned back to find them holding the same cellphone and pressing buttons at the same time. He sighed.

"Not both of you at the same time, idiots. Tell you what: one sends the message, the other can wait for Crimson here. Whichever one of you is contacting her, come with me," Torchwick got up and the henchman sending the message on his phone followed, leaving his companion to wait nervously for the mysterious Crimson. He had reason to be afraid. Not even Torchwick himself felt fully at ease working with her.

"You have a class to teach, Sora." The brown-haired boy was resting on the balcony of his room, staring at the bright blue sky, ready to waste the day away sleeping. It had been a while since he'd been able to do that, what with his new, hectic life as keyblade wielder. It was one of the things he missed about Destiny Islands. However, Glynda Goodwitch wouldn't tolerate Sora's laziness, and she made sure to get him up from his nap preparations. Sora bent his head back and stared at the uptight professor.

"What? Class?" He moaned.

"Yes, you have class every day of the week."

"What about weekends off?"

"We don't have time for weekends off. We are training students to fight for their lives, first and foremost. We cannot afford to be so leisurely," Glynda said, annoyed with Sora's ignorance of Beacon's schedule.

"Oh. Uh...when does my class start?" He asked.

"Now."

"Oh. Uh...well...I don't have anything planned."

"There's no time to plan, you have to get to class! Honestly, what was Professor Ozpin thinking when he hired you?!"

"Hey, I got through the first class, didn't I?!" Sora sighed, bolting up and running to the classroom. Glynda made a mental note to talk to Ozpin later. She could let Jaune Arc's admission to Beacon slide, as he proved himself in the Emerald Forest, but Sora didn't even have any plans for any class after his first. He was not qualified to teach, no matter who might say otherwise.

"Okay, class! Uh, sorry I'm late." Weiss groaned at Sora's tardiness and quick apology. However, the spiky-haired teen didn't seem to notice.

"Anyway, I think that it's time to talk more about the keyblade and how it's a more effective weapon against the Heartless than, say, a sword or a gun. Why do you need to know this? Because it's gonna be important. Basically, if you kill a Heartless with a normal weapon, it doesn't die. It's defeated, but not dead. It's recreated somewhere else, so even though you're not killing a Heartless, you can at least separate them, so don't think that your job loses its importance just because you're not fighting the Grimm. However, keyblade wielders can actually kill Heartless. What I'm saying is that the Heartless I kill stay dead. That's one of the reasons the keyblade wielder is so important," Sora concluded. He instinctively glanced at Ruby, who was trying her best to pay attention, as she knew that she was the one student who Sora was directing this information at. Weiss was helping her take notes, as were Yang and Blake.

"So..uh...well..." Sora sighed, putting a hand to his chin in a contemplative position. Weiss looked absolutely furious, ceasing to help Ruby and instead glaring daggers at Sora. She refused to allow him to waste her time with his lack of foresight. She was about to open her mouth to scold him when some students began to walk about, which was when Sora snapped out of his though process.

"Hey, wait! Don't leave! Glynda would never let me hear the end of it if someone actually left! Yeah, I might not have prepared because I thought weekends were off days, but hey! I can still talk for, uh...around an hour or so! Anyway, today's real topic is elements. Yeah, elements. Keyblade wielders can all use magic, like fire, thunder, blizzard, the works. Now I know that none of you can use magic, but you do have elemental abilities. Well, some of you do. Weiss! You can use fire and blizzard, right?" Sora asked, desperate not to get yelled at again.

"Ice, but yes," was the testy reply. Sora clapped, and Weiss sighed. Ruby, at this point, was losing interest and began to doodle on her paper. Yang poked her in between the eyes and she straightened up and began to focus to the best of her ability.

"Alright! Now, as I was saying, there are are Heartless who can use magic too, and I'm pretty sure you all know where this is going: that's right! Fire Heartless can't be hurt by fire, blizzard Heartless can't be hurt by blizzard and so on. Some Heartless can't even be affected by magic, period! Unfortunately, not all of you can use elemental attributes, and there are people who can't use them all. This is why teamwork is important. Now let me give you a scenario. Say, for example, team RWBY is fighting a pack of Heartless. Let me just draw them on the board..." Sora muttered, going over to the blackboard and drawing crude figures.

"Okay, Ruby's got her cloak, so let's make that flow a bit...she's got Crimson Rose in gun form..." Sora said to himself, drawing. He made Ruby's cloak comically large and drew a crude model of her weapon. She grinned.

"Why isn't my cloak that big, anyway?" She sighed.

"Because you'd trip on it in a fight and then you'd be killed," Blake said absentmindedly.

"...Good point," the younger girl sighed. Meanwhile, Sora was moving on to Weiss. He drew a crude fireball around her and made a few ice spikes for good measure. He then, in an audacious move that made the class laugh and Weiss nearly burst with rage, made the white-haired girl's face into a comical frown. Her mouth was like a semi-circle and her eyebrows were narrowed over her beady black eyes to make her look very, very angry. Sora even made an anime-style anger symbol on the side of her head.

"Why do I look so annoyed?!" She demanded, standing up hurriedly.

"I'm using your expression right now as the model for my drawing," Sora replied. Weiss glared at Sora and then at her team as they laughed next to her. Then, Sora drew Blake. He gave her a bow, Gambol Shroud's simplest form, and a playful grin.

"Looks about right," she said. Finally, he moved onto Yang.

"Okay...flowing blonde hair, gauntlets, uneven socks..." He reminded himself, finding that he turned over to look at Yang for more often than he needed to.

"Finished!" Sora said. However, Yang didn't agree.

"Why am I so flat?" She asked. At this, Sora turned red.

"Huh?" He was surprised by her question, and not eager to try and go back and draw what she was suggesting.

"I-It's a simple drawing, really-"

"No, it's not. If you can make Weiss' facial expression super accurate, you can do the same for my chest. Come on!"

"Let's just move on."

"I'm not letting this go!"

"...Fine." Reluctantly, Sora went back to the blackboard. When he was done, his face was an amusing shade of scarlet.

"That was mean, Yang," Ruby scolded.

"I know," the blonde said enthusiastically, amused at how Sora's expression mirrored Weiss'.

"And that's basically how it would play out," Sora said proudly. On the board, multiple Heartless drawings were crossed out. Each member of team RWBY had a speech bubble with a catchphrase, and there were arrows indicating how they'd attack. It was sloppy and had been done quickly, but Sora thought he got the point across. However, by that time, class was over and he wanted to blow off some steam. Yang had really gotten to him.

"Uh...class dismissed, I guess. See you tomorrow!" He ran off, and Yang watched him scurry away. She got up from her seat and chuckled. However, next to her, Weiss wasn't laughing.

"The nerve of that boy! That was the most unflattering drawing I have ever seen! And don't think I didn't see you taking pictures, Cardin! You had best pray you're not my sparring partner," she snarled. Cardin laughed it off and follow the rest of his team out of the classroom.

"I liked mine," Yang said.

"Of course you did," Weiss sighed, slipping past her teammates. Ruby followed, and Blake allowed Yang to pass before following her team.

"So, who do we have next? The fat guy or the high-on-coffee guy?" Yang asked nonchalantly.

"We have lunch," Blake answered.

"Lunch, huh?" Ruby asked mischievously.

"You ate all the cookies," Weiss reminded.

"What?!" Ruby exclaimed. The cloaked girl gave Weiss puppy-dog eyes, the eyes that so many strong souls had crumbled to. However, Weiss was not one of those people.

"You can't charm your way through everyone, Ruby. Try eating healthy for a change. I can share my salad, if you want."

"Salad? Sorry Weiss, but I don't eat anything green! Or gross. Or leafy. Unless it's candy." Yang poked her sister in the face, and Ruby turned into her finger, scrunching up her cheek.

"Shtop, Yang."

"I'm worried about your body! You could get fat! And then you wouldn't be my adorable little sister anymore! You'll just be my little sister, and then all the magic would be gone!"

"Don't we talk about this before every lunch period?" Blake asked, interrupting the two. Yang looked blankly at her.

"Then what do we talk about instead, huh?"

"We can eat, because we're at the cafateria!" Ruby charged off to get whatever dessert was available, and Yang followed hurriedly, eager to stop her.

"I'll save your seats," Weiss said. She'd made her own lunch today, having had a bad experience with cafeteria food a while back. The memory made her cringe. Blake nodded and hurried after Ruby and Yang.

Sora plopped down on the bed. Donald and Goofy were impatiently waiting for him, growing bored of being imprisoned in their quarters. He knew when he looked at their faces. Sora needed to talk to Ozpin; he couldn't keep his friends trapped like this, no matter what.

"Took you long enough! All we can do in here is talk and play board games!" Donald complained.

"Donald's really good!" Goofy exclaimed. Sora sighed.

"You weren't cheating again, were you, Donald?" He asked. The duck blushed before fervently denying that he did. Sora grinned triumphantly.

"O-Of course not!"

"Sure you weren't. Anyway, class was...interesting. I think I'm ready for my nap now."

"Ya have class planning to do, Sora," Goofy reminded.

"What about breaks!?" The spiky-haired teen asked.

"Weekends have no homework. That is the biggest break one will get at Beacon," Glynda said. Sora bolted up, surprised to see her walk in unannounced. Donald narrowed his eyes.

"If you came to scold us again, you can forget it, lady," he said. Glynda sighed.

"I realize I may not have been very hospitable towards you three, and I apologize. I'm not here to belittle you, I simply want to help you. Ozpin may think you can offer something to the students, but he knows you certainly cannot do it alone. As such, I will help you plan your classes," she said. Sora smiled widely.

"Thank you so much!" Sora ran up and gave Glynda a hug, or at least tried to. She stepped away and held out a hand.

"Oh, right. Handshakes only." Sora grasped her hand, startled by how tight her grip was. The two shook hands, and then Glynda sat down at a nearby desk and frowned at what she saw.

"Why is there saliva on this desk?" She asked, unamused.

"Sorry! I, fell asleep while we were planning for class," Goofy said boisterously. He was unashamed.

"Try not to do it again," Glynda said.

"Seconded," Donald added on. Goofy grinned.

"Anyway, what are we planning for again?" He asked. Glynda sighed in unison with Donald.

"You two have a lot in common," Sora teased. The two looked at each other and smiled slightly.

"I guess you're right," they said.

Sora was on his way to get some supplies for his next glass. As it turned out, Glynda was difficult to work for. She tolerated no funny business, only business. Sora couldn't even make a silly face without getting scolded for slacking off, which really put a damper on his work ethic. He had to resort to trading silly expressions with Goofy, and Donald even joined in eventually. However, the three couldn't keep it secret for long. To keep distractions at bay, Glynda decided to send Sora on a material run, something he was both relieved and disappointed to be on. He enjoyed leaving the stuffy room, but he was also, despite the her sternness, having fun working with Glynda. However, work was soon to be the furthest thing from his mind when he saw Yang walking down the hall, her arms behind her head in the same position Sora was in. he knew he shouldn't distract himself by talking to her and he knew Glynda would yell at him so hard his teeth would fall out, but he couldn't help himself. He hadn't had much time to see Yang since he started teaching.

"Hey!" he shouted.

"Hey yourself."

IT'S BEEN A WHILE, BUT I GOT THE CHAPTER UP AND READY FOR READING AND CRITICISM!

IN OTHER NEWS, APPARENTLY SORA HAS GUN-KEYBLADES IN KH3. I SAW IT AFTER WATCHING THE TRAILER AND READING THE COMMENTS SECTION. AS IF KH3 WASN'T AWESOME ENOUGH.