"Thoughts"-Italics
"Speech"-Regular
"Past/Flashback"-Bold
Chapter 2: Twisted
Beacon. The illustrious academy for hunters and huntress, young men and women come from all corners of remnant to attend the prestigious academy. Any students with the aspiration to become Huntsmen, whose duty is to keep the peace within the world, strive to attend Beacon. But such a thing is only the face-value of the academy itself, the academy of Beacon was created to teach students how to become strong. Whether a huntsmen used their strength for good, bad, or the gray, it was all up to them.
"Read in-between the lines and you might just learn something."
"Tch why am I thinking of you now?" A crisp voice uttered out, he had pure white hair, it was messy, stray locks came across his face, a neon blue bandana was tied around his head like a headband in order to keep it out of his eyes but a few strands still managed to come underneath, right about his eyes. Said eyes were a sharp icy blue, it looked as if he could freeze a person with just a single stare. Which came in handy when people stopped to stare at him, he could understand why, his odd hair color, crystal blue eyes, pale skin that almost glowed, it was unique, captivating, he hated it. He wore black pants tucked into dark brown combat boots and a navy blue military jacket over a white hoodie. He had his sleeves pulled up to his elbow and elected to keep his hoodie up. It was slightly plain aside from a few accessories on his person, a pair of dark brown tactical gloves that had the index finger and thumb uncovered and a dark brown gun holster that came down his left leg.
"Talking to yourself? I knew you had issues but isn't this a little too much even for you?" A voice slurred out.
"Qrow." The young man responded dryly.
"Yeah nice to see you too Frost, hope I didn't intrude on your alone time, or should I just say intrude on you?" Qrow said taking a quick swig from his flask, "You're welcome by the way, wasn't easy convincing them to let you take the exam you know!" Qrow said with a slightly irritated tone.
"I could have taken it 2 years ago and passed." Frost muttered with a shrug, "Thanks I guess."
"Maybe if you played better with others they would be more willing?" Qrow offered.
"Other people would slow me down." Frost said in an almost prideful tone.
"You really think you'll be able to find her by yourself? I barely do and you're still nowhere near my league kid, maybe grow up a little more before trying to play with the big dogs." Qrow said haughtily, taking another swig of his drink. Frost fidgeted, there was a pregnant pause.
In blur Frost kicked a chair behind him, spinning around he pulled out his gun to point at Qrow, it was large hand-cannon of a gun, it had a long white/silver barrel with feathers etched into it's design, the grip and cartridge were pure black, along with the sighted light mounted right underneath the barrel. But even more uniquely it had a small black hook coming from underneath the grip and the iron sights were slightly wider and sticking upward, as if the gun was crafted by an artist. Before Frost could place his index finger on the trigger he felt cold steel against his neck.
"Too slow kid, maybe next time." Qrow taunted lightly.
Frost frowned and placed his gun back in the holster, "What do you want? Or rather, why are you here?"
Qrow pulled the chair that Frost had kicked and placed it down in reverse before sitting on it, "Just a reminder-"
"A warning." Frost interrupted, a tad impatiently.
Qrow shrugged, "Yeah, sure." He said finally making full eye contact with him, "Still has that scary look." He thought before looking out the window, "Don't talk to my niece about Raven and don't tell her I'm here either." He said with stern tone.
Frost nodded, "Fine, not like I could tell her much anyway, it's been years si-"
"Doesn't matter, she's like you. Even if it's just a small detail." Qrow warned again.
Frost waved him off, "I got it. Not a word."
Qrow smiled, "Good, now that we have the settled also don't try anything funny with her either!"
Frost resisted an urge to roll his eyes before holding his hand up, "Not my type Qrow."
Qrow seemed to take offense, "So she isn't good enough for you the-"
Frost sighed, "No Qrow, just, a little too...loud?" He said before shaking his head, "Whatever I'm going now." He said walking out the room with a lazy wave. Qrow watched him leave, waiting until the door closed before turning back to look at the school.
"I got him here sis, my favor is done." He thought with his eyes closed, "But what the hell are you thinking?" He mumbled before going for another drink, looking at his flask he frowned, empty.
Frost stood in a crowd of people, his hood was on, he tried his best to remain completely invisible. There was chatter among the crowds, people introducing themselves to one another, friends meeting up with old friends, all the usual social bullshit that happens in a situation like this. Frost resisted the urge to sigh, "Ozpin hurry up before I shoot something..." He thought with his left hand gently rubbing his gun as if her was resisting the urge to scratch something. His prayer was answered when the mic buzzed, creating silence in the crowd.
"I'll keep this brief...You have traveled here today in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and acquire new skills and when you finished, you plan to dedicate your life to protection of the people...But I look amongst you and all I see is wasted energy...In need of purp-"
"Blah-blah-blah-blah-" Frost thought waiting for the next set of instructions.
"You will gather in the ballroom tonight, tomorrow you initiation begins. Be ready. Dismissed." Glynda informed. Frost let out a breath of satisfaction, "Thank you-"
"He seemed kinda off..." A feminine voice commented.
"So that's your daughter huh?" Frost said looking at the blonde-haired girl for a moment, "Yang was it/Yang was it?" He accidentally said aloud. Yang turned around and they caught a single glimpse of one another, Frost silently cursed in his head before he bowed and walked away with the crowds.
"W-wait!" Yang called out before a hand held her back.
"Where are you going?!" A voice whined.
Yang turned back around to see her sister holding her with a pout that said, "If you leave me again we are no longer sisters." she shook her head, "N-nowhere just-I mean I thought I heard someone say my name."
Ruby stared at her sister oddly, "Well you have plenty of friends here so it could have been anyone!" Ruby dismissed before dragging her sister to the ballroom with the other students.
"Y-yeah..." Yang agreed although he brow was furrowed, "I would have remembered someone like that." She thought with a frown, "Who was he?" She thought as Ruby continued to pull her.
Frost slowed to stop after moving ahead of the group, he let out a huff and cursed to himself, "I still haven't dropped that stupid habit." He grumbled aloud. Ever since he was young, even before Raven, he had always done that. He would be thinking something and what he was thinking would just slip out, whether he wanted it to or not. Frost sighed before looking around, he didn't particularly want to go the ballroom now that he had let Yang's name slip, he couldn't avoid her forever but her could at least avoid for the next few days, maybe weeks.
"What a shitty half-assed excuse..." He thought shaking his head before walking through the halls, it was oddly empty but he was used to this type of emptiness, "I walk a lot don't I?" He silently mused to himself, "What a drag..." He said aloud before coming across a door, it was slightly creaked open, pushing it open he entered. It was a music room it seemed, instruments were gathered all around the room and at the center stood two things that made Frost's eyes widen, one was a grand piano that was beautifully structured, it was a piece of art, and next to it? A girl.
Long black hair that reached down to her waist, he figure was slender, almost delicate, but Frost could see her precise movements. She smoothly turned to face him, she stared at him neutrally and her eyes caught him. Unable to help himself Frost actually gasped. Frost had always thought he had unique eyes, ice-blue that could freeze someone on the spot but he was the one left stunned. Her eyes seemed to be a combination of cool colors, from the pupil outward it started off like a mint green and shifted into a light turquoise, then finally a deep indigo blue.
She noticed Frost's stare cocked her head slightly, "Your eyes," She started, snapping Frost back to attention, his expression back to its apathetic state, "What a terrible expression, please change it."
Frost stood still, "What?" He thought squinting his eyes ever so slightly.
The girl put her hands up, "Please, that expression, I fear for my chastity."
Frost mouth dropped slightly, a small amount of heat came to his cheeks and he looked away, "What a terrible personality." He bit back.
The girl seemed unfazed, "Is that what say to people who are honest? Ohhh What a terrible way to think..." She said shaking her head.
Frost gave her a deadpan look, "Honesty? I could care less about it, in fact I lie all the time. Who cares if you know something, but say you don't? Forcing something out of someone without permission is worse."
She shook her head, "So twisted, knowing the truth will always be more precious than a lie, since the truth, at it's essence, is real."
Frost snorted, "If you knew something then died then you would have died thinking it was the truth, a lie can become a truth, thus making it real."
The raven-haired beauty placed her hands on her hips, "More fallacious sophistry, are you lying to me or yourself? Either way you should hurry up and die so you believe what you're spouting is the truth, shouldn't you?"
Frost wanted to growl but settled for a half-hearted glare, "I didn't come in here for a debate of ideology."
The girl smiled, a small victory, "What did you come in here for? Spy on a beautiful girl?" She said covering her chest, her white night-gown leaving her legs very much exposed.
Frost tried not to look at her, "Aren't you too confident? A girl that calls herself pretty becomes less attractive the more she admits it you know."
"So you wouldn't call me beautiful Mr. Stranger? Or was your gawking just a pulled mouth muscle?" She taunted, Frost frowned, she was too haughty for her own good.
Frost bit his tongue, he almost settled for a childish, "Shut up." In response, he was more intelligent than that, "Like I would want to stare at the menagerie plains..." He mumbled in retort, a jab at her slightly small chest, using a well-known geographical spot for comparison, Frost felt satisfied with his jab.
The girl visibly bristled at that before her eyes narrowed, "Staring at a girls chest? All men are truly perverts. Mr. Creepy eyes."
Frost bristled at the return jab, "These names are getting annoying too..." He thought with a small twitch, her voice was like velvet, it was smooth and mature, yet light and sharp as she bantered with him, "My name isn't Mr. Creepy eyes." He said getting tired of the back and forth. The girl looked at him curiously, "Then an introduction, it's only polite to give your name first, especially after walking in on me so rudely."
He frowned well it was more like a reserved scowl, "The names Frost."
She nodded, "That explains the terribly, icy, demeanor, you were simply born this way."
Frost rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say princess, maybe I just have a set disposition to stuck-up people."
She shook her head, "I'm merely confident in myself, you seem to possess confidence yourself, the way you walk around here, aren't you supposed to be in the ballroom?"
"Aren't YOU supposed to be in the ballroom?" He countered.
"Fair play, why did you leave?" She asked curiously, no haughty tone, or condescending remark, simply curious.
"I might almost like her when she isn't being a bitch..." He thought before looking down to his feet, "I don't really do crowds, don't play well with others."
"Hmmm that makes sense, with that terrible expression of yours I couldn't imagine you getting along with people." She said bluntly.
Frost drooped slightly, "I take it back, I hate her." He thought wanting to glare daggers at her, "Well why are you here? You're pretty and you seem to be able to socialize just fine." Frost stressed the socialize as if it pained him to say it.
She let herself have a small smile again, "You do think I'm pretty then?" She said as if she had won a competition.
"Of course I thought that, I've never seen anyone more beautiful/Of course I thought that, I've never seen anyone more beautiful." Frost thought and spoke aloud before he bit down on his tongue, "DAMN. IT." He thought as slipped again although the reaction he got was anything but what he expected. The seemingly confident and witty girl looked down and he could see a visible blush on her cheeks.
"Is she embarrassed? She must get compliments all the time though..." He thought looking at her oddly.
"O-oh really? T-that's uh-Um..." She seemed to be struggling to recover, Frost begrudgingly gave her an out, "So why are you here alone? You never answered the question..." He mumbled whilst trying to look away from her, "Damn it she's cute too, I really do hate her." He thought annoyed.
She seemed to gather herself before looking down the same way he did earlier, "Well..I guess you could say I'm not that great with people either..."
Frost looked at her strangely, almost interjecting with a, "What?"
She shook her head, "I guess you don't really know huh? My name is Aurora Zara, daughter of professor Zara, leader of the technological department of Atlas. I come from a very rich and powerful family, like Pyrrah Nikos, or Weiss Schnee, I was at the top of my own class in every subject, it seems a bit arrogant to say...maybe but it's like I-"
"Been placed on a pedestal?" Frost said suddenly, "No, can't say I get that at all, I've always been alone and the people I was around were always way higher up than me, honestly I don't know if I'll ever catch them," He said, "If I'll catch her..." He thought, "But you don't have to worry princess, I don't put you on any pedestal." Frost said crossing his arms, "Far as I'm concerned, I'm head and shoulders above you." He finished.
Aurora stared at Frost in a silent awe, before a smile graced her face, it wasn't her usual smirk or haughty smile, but a genuine one, "Oh is that so? Then I guess I'll just have to show you your place won't I?"
Frost smirked this time, "If you think you can."
Aurora nodded before walking past him, she moved so smoothly it was like she was gliding, "I'll be sure to remember that, Frost…?" She said, adding a pause to the end signaling him to give his last name.
Frost caught on and nodded, "Borealis, Frost Borealis."
Aurora seemed to commit it to memory, "Good night, Mr. Icy eyes." She said, leaving him with another nickname. Frost snorted, "I gave her my name and she didn't even use it, what a twisted girl." He thought before looking out the window at the moon, "Can't say I'm not a twisted guy though."
A/N: Aurora is a character that I had wanted to write but I was sort of off about it because she is extremely similar to both Weiss and Pyrrah but as I wrote her more I realized that she is different from them in a very certain way that I am going to vaguely hint about right now and you won't realize in what ways until much later. I usually do drawings for my characters but I am a busy person and I can't really take the time to do so, so if you are curious to how Aurora looks then look up Mei Aihara and you get the general idea.