Chapter 4!

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Encounter

Daien split from Ruby and Jaune to go his own way, which was his usual way. He was walking down a path not really paying attention, letting his mind wander. Daien didn't see the white haired boy before he ran right into him, resulting in both parties ending up on their asses, about four or five vials of various Dusts scattering.

"Hey! Watch it ya- oh shit! Gotta go!" The white haired boy scooped up the vials and started to run as a group of students led by the douchebag from earlier came around the corner. They stopped cold when they saw Daien, "You! You're the guy stole my wallet!" Douchebag shouted pointing at Daien. The white haired boy stopped, "Wha?"

When the boy turned around Daien was holding Douchebag by the shirt, "What's your name?" he asked threateningly. "Cardin Winchester." Daien nodded, "Well, Cardin, I'm gonna give you one warning. Don't. Fuck. With. My. People. Got it!?" Cardin attempted to punch Daien, but Daien got ahead of it by headbutting Cardin. "UGH! MY NOSE!" Cardin yelled cupping his nose as it bled. "Oh quit your whining, it's not broken. But it's gonna be, along with most of your other bones if you try and pull something!" Daien kneed Cardin in the jewels and dropped him. "Cardin!" "That was a dirty trick!" Cardin's cronies shouted as they came to their leader's aid. None of them attempted to attack however. As they carried Cardin off, Daien walked up to his new friend.

"Why'd you help me?" The white haired boy asked. "Why'd you steal from them?" "You first." "I take care of my own." Daien stated simply. The white haired boy shot him a confused look. "Your turn." Daien said. "...They were picking on some Faunus girl." He said quietly. Daien nodded and tossed a vial of Red Dust to his fellow thief, "Missed one." White hair stared at the vial, "You picked his pocket? When!?" Daien held up his hands and wiggled his fingers, "Sticky fingers. But seriously, you need to lay off that now." "Hmph, like you can talk! You-" "Picking the pocket of some muscle bound racist, once, is different from stealing five or six different vials of Dust from a group of students. If the headmaster catches you, you're gonna get shipped off." "I can take care of myself." "Not anymore." The two stared each other down or a moment. "What's your name?" "Daien" He said with a head raise. "Dax" White hair answered with another head raise. "No more stealing, Dax." Daien said walking away, "See ya around."

Aaaaand that's Chapter 4! Not my best work, but what are ya gonna do?

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