Rogue was no stranger to conflict.

He had faced Necromancers, Insane Pyromancers, Inter-dimensional Creatures, Dragons the size of planets, Giant Mechanized Cities, Immortal Sea Monsters, Time Tyrants, Undead Mummified Dragons, Crazed Elementals, ChaosWeavers, Undead Armies, Legions of Flame and the most terrifying of all: Doom Kittens.

He faced Drakath, Xan, Sephulchure, Wargoth, Lady Vale, and even Death; and always rose to the challenge and came out on top.

But this was different. A conflict and struggle unlike anything he had faced before. Something that made his every battle and struggle against his various foes come to nothing, and his every accomplishments turn to ash. His fate settled on his answer to the question posed before him.

Will he go and teach the Beacon students as organized by Aegis and Ozpin? Or does he let Aegis take the class, while he watches over Pandora in his stead?

Rogue looked over at the innocent looking female spirit that sat in the chair at the corner of their room, idly flipping over some pages of a picture book with childish glee while Draco looked over her shoulder curiously. The book, Rogue noticed, had neither been previously burnt nor frozen until Pandora got a hold of it.

He glared at Aegis, who stood at the other entrance of the room, or more accurately, tent. It had taken Rogue two weeks to completely recover from his injuries and restore his mana, and in that time Aegis had managed to set up a small tent that was much, much, much bigger on the inside.

Rogue remained silent for a good deal of time before answering.

'I'll watch her.'

GoodWitch was growing impatient.

According to the agreement made between Ozpin and the being that called itself 'Aegis', Rogue would teach a supplementary class on combat,providing sanctuary to Rogue in the process. These classes would only be forty-five minutes long, and within that span of time, Rogue would instruct the students on something known as 'mana', which GoodWitch believed was something similar to aura.

Aegis seemed fond of the idea, believing that Rogue should make reparations for his mistakes, but denied Ozpin information regarding himself or Rogue until the former regained conciousness. Understanding that the Being would not budge on the subject, Ozpin agreed to the terms, and had the students from teams RWBY and JNPR escort Aegis, Rogue, and Pandora(who had been sticking by Aegis rather closely) to the infirmary.

Speaking of those students, GoodWitch was incredibly impressed with them. She glanced in their direction. The girls from RWBY were chatting, though miss Schnee seemed to be put off by having the man who stole from her families company now act as a teacher. Miss Rose and Miss Long were speaking about any manner of thing and Miss Belladonna was talking with Miss Nikos from JNPR.

GoodWitch had found herself quite impressed with those from JNPR, particularly Jaune. She had been evacuating the students at the time, she had stayed long enough to see the young man charge into battle against the strange creature, which Aegis identified as an EnTropy. Though he didn't do very much, seeing the odd teen act so fearlessly was quite a decent change.

'Miss? When is the new Professor arriving?'

GoodWitch looked at the clock hanging on the back on the room. Ten minutes had passed and Rogue still hadn't appeared. Glynda started to grow annoyed. Ozpin had told her to supervise the first class to ensure that nothing would go wrong. However, the class wouldn't start if the teacher never showed up and Glynda was getting irritated. She liked things to be done on time, which was exactly one of the reasons why she was primarily seen in the company of Ozpin, ensuring that the Headmaster didn't skip out on work. Now that she thought about it, he was probably doing just that.

Frustrated as she was, her concentration was broken as the door burst open and the man of the hour appeared.

'Mister Rogue.' Glynda started as she fixed her glasses and turned her head in the direction of the door. 'I hope you realise-'

Glynda paused. Rogue, the man who had caused nothing but problems since their first encounter, was now currently being dragged across the floor by 'Greenie', or more accurately 'Draco', and looked like he had been in engaged in a battle of epic proportions, but as Glynda looked closely she could see that that was not the case.

His hair was matted with a crimson liquid, that looked similar to blood, but in reality was tomato sauce. His clothing looked charred, as if by darkened ash, but in fact, was actually flakes of burnt toast or food. His face was covered in a strange purple substance, jam.

He looked like he had been in a fight with breakfast gone wrong, which he had been. When preparing a meal for himself to eat, Pandora offered to help. As soon as she touched the food, it transformed into monsters of the edible variety. Rogue had managed to deal with them, but he slipped on a piece of toast and landed in some tomato sauce, the impact of which knocked him out cold. Meaning he was unable to do anything as he was dragged to the class room by Draco.

Draco dragged Rogue into front of the room, till he lay in between the students, who were looking both dumbfounded and confused, and the desk. Everyone looked curiously as Draco nudged Rogue a couple of times with his snout. When Rogue showed no response, Draco moved down to his right leg, opened his jaw and bit him.

Nothing happened at first, not even the students managed to sat anything. Then suddenly

'OUCH !'

Rogue yelped, jumped to his feet, and glared at the baby dragon that was staring at him innocently. He was about to speak to Draco, when he realised that he was no longer in the tent, and rather, in the class room he was meant to teach.

He looked at the class. Rubbed his eyes. Looked at GoodWitch. Rubbed his eyes. Looked at Draco, who had a smug grin on his face.

Damnit...

The students watched curiously as Rogue turned his back to them, cleared his throat, spun on his heel, raised a finger and...

bolted for the door.

The movement surprised everyone, except Draco, who had anticipated something like this and tackled Rogue before he could make it to the door, and sat on his back. Rogue struggled underneath the weight of his long-time friend and companion.

'Damnit Draco! Let me go! I command you!'

Draco's response was a simple smirk. As Rogue continued to struggle under the weight of his friend and long time companion, everyone looked at the scene in confusion. All the students had heard about Rogue in some sort of fashion, mostly from highly exaggerated and unpleasant rumours that had put the students on edge. But...

'Nooooooooooooo! I don't wannnnnnnnnnaaa!'

...needless to say, he was nothing like they were expecting, in more than one sense.

Rogue stopped thrashing about and groaned.

'FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!'

Satisfied, Draco got off Rogue and allowed him to stand up. Rogue glared at his friend as he did so, but otherwise did not run away. He made his way to the desk that sat at the centre of the front of the room and sat on top of it. He let his eyes drift over the students and noted that he recognised some of them from the fight three weeks back. They did not look to pleased to see him.

He glanced at GoodWitch, who looked irritated at his tardiness. He then looked at the clock, the class was about twenty minutes in, meaning he didn't have to wait to long till it was over. He wondered how he should start the class, thankfully, Draco was their to help him out.

His winged companion left his side and flew over to where Ruby sat and quickly curled up in her lap. Before anyone had realised what was going on, he was sleeping soundly.

Ruby was confused, but she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it. Greenie, or Draco, but she preferred Greenie, had spent most of his time with Rogue and she sort of missed having him around.

'That's not fair!' He whined, gaining everyones attention once more. He turned to GoodWitch. 'How come he get's to sleep in class?'

To call GoodWitch's expression bewildered would be to redefine the very nature of the word, as the word itself could not define it well enough. 'Mister Rogue.' She said, regaining her cool composure but still letting her irritation show. 'Whatever your pet does is inconsequential at the moment. Would you care to explain why you have chosen to appear this late to the class YOU are meant to be teaching?'

Rogue was indignant. 'Firstly, Draco isn't my pet, well he technically is but he's more family than anything else. Secondly, I don't understand how I can be late to a class I run. When I show up the class starts, if the students are here before me that simply means that they are early and deserve a reward. In fact, I believe I shall do just that.' Rogue turned his attention to the students, who were shocked at how casually he was addressing Professor GoodWitch. 'Students. Due to your diligence I believe we shall end class early as a treat. Now I shall be-'

'YOU HOLD ON JUST ONE MINUTE!'

Rogue stopped speaking and came face to face with a very angry Glynda. 'You come to class late, screw around for the ten minutes, then attempt to leave? You have done little more than waste precious time that the students could have been using. Have you no shame?!'

'Well, not really.' Rogue replied, temporarily disarming GoodWitch, before GoodWitch could reply, the man turned to the class and began to speak. 'But since I am here I may as well answer any questions you all may have. So, any questions?'

GoodWitch, annoyed that she was now being ignored, was about to speak up when she was interrupted by an excited student in the back row. 'I do. How exactly is this class different from our other ones?'

'Excellent question. Frankly, from my experience, you guys suck at fighting.' The students looked at Rogue in indignation. Those that fought him glared at him, and all were about to protest when Rogue raised his hand to silence them. 'Allow me to explain. My arrival at Beacon was, less than desirable. Simply put, a fight broke out between me, some students and miss GoodWitch.'

The students listened intently. Though Rogue had avoided naming the students, many of them already had a general idea that it was RWBY and JNPR that fought alongside GoodWitch, and the rumours regarding the battle always had Rogue coming out on top.

'Despite popular opinion. You may be surprised to know that I am, in actuality, much weaker than them.'

A pin-drop silence came upon the room. Rogue's admission had the effect he intended. The students went wide-eyed, their jaws dropped and anyone that hadn't been listening previously was now focused upon him. Even GoodWitch, who had been observing the scene, was gob-smacked. They all looked at him with the same expression of disbelief.

'It's true.' Rogue continued. 'I am not any stronger than they are.' Rogue gave a sly grin. 'However, I have two advantages over them that I am going to teach you in this class.'

Rogue pointed a finger to his head. 'The first is my mind. A dumb fighter is a dead fighter. In this class I am going to teach you how to think, how to prepare, how to manipulate, how to deceive. Battles are won before they begin, and that is what you are going to learn.'

'The second.' Rogue moved his hand over his eyes and they became an otherworldly blue in colour. 'Is mana. Mana allows you to move quicker, react faster, and perform feats such as this.'

Rogue waved his hand across the room and the scenery completely changed. No longer were they in a class room, but in a forest. The students were awestruck, everything felt so real, the smell, the sunlight, even the gentle breeze. Rogue waved his hand once more and the students once again sat in their seats in the class room.

'That.' Rogue continued, regaining their attention. 'Is just one of the things that is possible with mana. Similar to aura, all living things have mana, and I am going to teach you how to use this.'

Rogue smiled as the students began to tremble in excitement. Learning how to do such things would appeal to anyone. 'So. That's my job.'

'In short. I'm gonna teach you how to smash, stab, and slash things better.'

The bell rang, signalling the end of class.

Yang had found, despite herself, that she looked forward to Rogue's classes much more than she would've liked.

Rogue's classes were always interesting, and usually ended with hilarious results. Yang's favourites were when he attempted to explain mana using a 'birds and bees' analogy, complete with puppets, that made the atmosphere in the room turn really awkward and was made even worse when Professor GoodWitch and Headmaster Ozpin showed up, and when he decided to once again explain mana by bringing Aegis and Pandora to class.

Though everyone was awestruck at Aegis and Pandora's appearance, that quickly changed when Pandora somehow managed to bring everyones writing utensils to life, resulting in a life and death struggle against stationary.

She turned on her side and looked out the bedroom window. It was quite easy to find Rogue, considering he lived in a tent on the grassy patch next to the courtyard. She could see Rogue playing around with Draco, at least, it looked like playing, it was hard to tell considering Draco always seemed to be burning him in one form or another.

As she watched, she couldn't help but think of something.

'Maybe Rogue's not that bad.'

Weiss looked at Yang in disbelief. The Schnee heiress still hadn't forgiven Rogue for what he had done to her company, even if he did pay for the dust eventually. 'You can't be serious.'

Yang looked over at Weiss. 'Why not? It's not like he's caused any problems for us.'

Weiss's eyes went wider. 'No problems! He burnt half the classroom! Ate a months supply worth of food! Set the academy on fire-'

'Actually that was Greenie.' Interjected Ruby, who shut her mouth as Weiss shot her a cold look before returning her attention to Yang.

'At any rate.' She continued. 'He is a highly dangerous and unstable rapscallion who should be locked in a cell.'

'I'm sure he isn't 'that bad'.' She leant over the edge of her bed and looked down at Blake, who was busy reading. 'You agree with me. Right Blake?'

Blake glanced at Yang, before turning her attention to Weiss. 'Though I agree with you that's he's dangerous, I think that it's clear by now that he doesn't go around attacking people for no reason.'

Weiss went silent, understanding Blake was right, but still wasn't happy about it. 'What do you suggest we do then? Forget everything that's happened and become all buddy buddy with him.' She said.

'I've got an idea.' Said Ruby, gaining everyone's attention. 'Tomorrow is a weekend, so why don't we ask if he wants to hang out?'

Yang raised a brow in her little sisters direction. 'Ooo sis, am I detecting any ulterior motives here.' She said cheekily.

Ruby scrunched her face and stuck out her tongue. 'It's nothing like that! I just thought it sounded like a good idea, we can ask him why he came to Beacon in the first place among other things.'

Yang was going to make another comment, but Blake got there first. 'I think it's a good idea.'

'You can't be serious.' Protested Weiss.

'Well, do you have a better way of finding out why he came to Beacon?'

Weiss puffed her cheeks, signifying that Blake had won. 'Fine but I don't see how we're going to get him to agree in the first place.'

'I don't think that'll be too hard.' Said Yang. 'What man could possibly refuse four beauties asking him out?'

'I refuse.'

Rogue eyed Ruby, Weiss, Blake, and Yang as they were taken back by his refusal. He had been suspicious of them after they purposely went out of their way to meet with him, and their reaction proved they had some ulterior motive. He didn't know what it was though. Truth be told, if they had come up to him with no ulterior motive he would have-

'I'm sorry you feel that way. I guess we'll have to go to the patisserie by ourselves.'

Rogue's mind went blank at the mention of sweets.

Like Draco, he had an incredible sweet tooth, and pastries were his favourite. Without a second thought he grabbed Yang, who was closest to him at the time, by the hand and headed towards the airship. The only thing on his mind was the sweet, sugary sensation that would soon meet his lips.