Chapter 1

White snow, black ice and yellow fire

It was one of those days. You know, i'm sure you know how they feel. When it's raining outside, people are mumbling on the streets outside and it's just straight out gloomy. It's on those days that you can truly find something very interesting.

The figure walked down a brick road, traveling past shops and restaurants on his way to a certain bar. This bar had a history of being the worst place to be. It had villains, thieves, killers and people looking for a fight. But this place was special for him. The figure neared the bar when all of a sudden somebody was flung out. The man was stone cold and hardly breathing he looked past half dead. The figure paused before continuing into the bar, if you were to go into here you had to be prepared otherwise you would be out cold three steps in.

The figure sat upon his favorite chair in the bar. Equal amount of seats on both sides and a large width that held your entire body. He felt more safe here than at other places. Despite the amount of drunks in the bar you could sometimes find somebody that was interesting to say the least. Sometimes if you were lucky you might have even found 2.

A waiter seemed to pop up from under the bar as she asked his for what he would like. "Ill take the Iron Will please." The figure replied with a deep voice. The waiter quickly moved to take the drink off the wall quicking his pace so he could serve the other customers. As the waiter was grabbing his drink the figure turned around to look at some of the other people in the bar. There was a few huntsman and it looked like a few of them just came back from some missions. There were some drunks that would stay here for the night. Seemed like there would be nobody special tonight the figure thought. Relaxing a tiny bit before the waiter passed him his drink. He was content with this he thought as he brought the drink to his cold lips.

BOOM the door suddenly crashed open as 4 men walked in. All of them were carrying weapons. One had a giant black club, the other 2 had small knives and finally the third had a chainsaw strapped to his back. The 4 walked in and promptly sat themselves next to him, two on each side. All four ordered the same thing and it was quiet for a moment as the huntsman leaved and the waiter got their drink before leaving himself. And so the bar was empty only the 4 men and the figure left over.

All of the sudden the man with the knife 'bumped' into him on accident causing the figure to spill his drink and the cup roll onto the floor. The man said "sorry" before chuckling to himself and the others. The figure remained silent as the laughter died down. The other man with a knife looked at him before saying "Hey he said sorry" the man said with a frown "shouldn't you say something back?". At this point it was clear that they were completely drunk and didn't have any sense left in them.

The figure quickly got up not wanting to start a fight here walking toward the door in long strides. Before he could make it however the large one with the club walked over and blocked his path. Standing before him menacingly towering over him with his superior hight. The other men surrounded him before the leader spoke to him "Hey man you looking for a fight?","sit back down and have another drink or two with us!". The figure paused before heading back to the bar sitting down and waiting for the other four. When the other four finally sat down the figure tensed up a bit not out of fear but out of something different.

The leader of the four men started their conversation first "hey not many come here like you huh? It's surprising to see somebody so weak come here for a drink." The leader was clearly starting to get more and more drunk. "How about this huh? You buy us some drink and we leave you alone?" The leader was at the point where he started slurring his words "theb how bout dis we cab nake a dal?" He was almost at the point of passing out. Then he fell over dead on the floor. The other 3 started slumping over too but one of them had enough sense to move away from the man. The other two finally fell over dead. The third one out of his range started shaking "Oi m8 what did you do?" he said shocking himself out of his stupor. The figure simply got up and started walking toward the man. The man quickly pulled out his knife and stuttered out "H-Hey dont c-come and c-closer I h-have a knife i-i'm not a-afraid to use it!" The figure simply walked closer and closer toward the man. When the figure was just close enough to touch the man the man reacted out of fear for his life, lashing out with all his strength aiming for the figures neck. And it almost succeeded before suddenly exploding into a bloody rain nothing left of him.

The figure calmly walked out before walking into a alleyway tired because of his powers. He was tired it usually took at least 5 minutes of preparation to use his power but because of his irritation he had used them in 2. He quickly hid himself in the trash as sleep over took him.

Drip, Drip, Drip a girl walked down the street calmly taking her time in the rain. Suddenly a loud bang was heard in the alley as a groan filled the street. Most of the people ran from the groan fearing that it was a fight and they could be targeted next. But the girl ran toward it. If it was a fight she would have to stop it in its tracks. But to her surprise when she got there she found a blond man on top of a dumpster covered in a cloak. The man had two scars on his face and would be beautiful if they weren't there. She looked around for the people who could have caused this but decided that they made it away. She was about to turn and walk away but just as she was about to exit the alley something happened. The man started have a seizure! The girl quickly ran over and tried to get him to calm down. Having no other choice she picked him up and ran home.

The figure slowly gained consciousness. What did he do again? Oh yeah he used his powers before he was prepared… sighing to himself he started to wonder why the dumpster was so soft and… fluffy? The figure quickly got up and found himself on a bed before moaning and crumpling down. He heard the door open and a faunus with white hair poker her head into the room. Surprised the man fell on the floor form the bed causing a boom to reverate around the shack. The faunus sighed before walking over and picking the man up onto her shoulder sighing again before speaking in a low town "gosh darn it why are you so clumsy?" laying him down on the bed she covered him in a blanket before commanding him to stay still. The walked over and put her hand over his head measuring his temperature. "How are you still this hot?" the girl said to herself. The figure relaxed before saying "Who are you?" in a croaky voice. The girl looked at him with a stern look and said "Is this really the time to ask the question?". The figure was confused before noticing that the girl was replacing some bandages on his arms and legs. They were both silent after that and they continued doing so until the girl finished.

After the girl had finished she turned around and asked him "so? Do you still want to know my name?" the girl asked. The figure nodded and waited a moment before she answered. The girl sighed before speaking up, putting her hands to her hip she declared with an unwavering tone "My name is Weisska bellalong! But my friends call me Weiss". The figure was shocked and peered at her soul a white princess. The figure looked like he was going to throw up. Seeing this and definitely not wanting to deal with it she called her parents. In came the yellow haired warrior and the black cat. The figure threw up on the yellow haired warrior.