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"Oh come on, I'm 17... just give me something to drink... something besides water, or juice, or... soda... I need a beer."

He didn't know what was worse.

Being an adult in a world where vampires and night creatures were constantly threatening human life, while being old enough to get drunk... or living in a world where grimm were constantly threatening human life, but being 17 and thus not quite old enough to drink whenever he wanted to drink.

Trevor Belmont.

A tall and gruff teenage man, patchy and not well groomed facial hair with brown hair. He wore dark and uncolorful clothes, his entire outfit blended well with the night, except for two things about his outfit that screamed "look at me" to the naked eye. The first was the red cape that he had tied around his shouldxers, and the second was the bright red cape he had tied around his waist that went down the back of his legs. He liked to accept his outfits with red, sue him.

"I think you better get out."

"Come on, I'm almost 18... you can just give me a little, just enough to get me plastered... just a little." Trevor was practically begging the man for a drink. "I'm about to go to war, I need a last drink."

"Stuff it, this bar only serves Huntsmen and those allowed to drink. Tell me when you become one of those, then we'll see about getting you something."

"Huntsman... uh... fine." Trevor had been avoiding it. He was older than 17 in this life, but 5 years ago he had awakened his memories of his real life. He remembered everything up until the point he was about 19. He was happy there were no vampires in this world, but he was unhappy that the grimm existed, and they were just night creatures... but less intelligent. He wanted a peaceful life of drinking, fucking, and sleeping in warm beds belonging to the women he fucked... but now it seemed he would really have to get work.

A Huntsman seemed his best bet, since it was related to what he did in his last life.

-Days Later-

"Thank you for your purchase... here, let me explain how it works."

"It's a whip and a morning star... I know how they work." Trevor had paid to have a Weapon's Dealer make some custom weapons for him. It was simple, he just wanted a durable whip that could handle being used in weird ways. He also wanted a metal morning star. "Hey... where are the spikes... this is suppose to have spikes." Trevor stated as he pointed to his Morning Star.

The Dealer scoffed and picked up the whip.

The balled end of the chained whip had holes in it, but on the other end was a handle. The man tapped the side of it, and a vial or dust came out. The man loaded it back into the handle of the whip, before he showed a switch on the handle. He pressed the button, and the chain itself glowed slightly.

Glowing orange spikes came out of the holes on the morning star.

"Combustion Dust... you hit something while holding this switch, boom... explosion, and no more looking at what you hit with it. You have to keep your thumb on this button to keep it activated. One vial of dust is worth 5 explosions." The man stated as he took his thumb off of the button, and the dust was sucked back into the weapon. He also showed off the leather whip. "This is coated in Burn Dust... it can cause minor to severe burns when you hit with it."

"Good... good... I knew exactly how you made these." Trevor didn't understand what the difference between Burn and Combustion dust was. He was still trying to figure out how a lot of this world worked, since his memories pretty much erased the memories of the him from this world. He had spent a year or two learning this world's written and spoken languages, and avoiding any grimm he came across.

Also, he documented every grimm he came across so that he could kill them if needed.

"Also, since you asked. Here is a short sword, 3 throwing knives, and a throwing axe. The total comes out to this much lien." The man showed the rest of the equipment that he had ready for Trevor. This stuff was just basic equipment, and didn't need to be custom made. They wouldn't be the most effective weapons in the average warrior's hands.

Trevor looked at the bill.

"... Can you put it on my tab?"

"I can cut your slime throat out with this axe." The man grabbed onto Trevor's cloak, and Trevor just raised his hands up in surrender.

"I can pay, I can pay... I was just wondering, don't you want a regular customer. I will need refills, and sharpenings... and I will need more custom orders in the future. So... I believe developing a working relationship would be best..." Trevor stopped when he saw a blond haired man come into the shop.

"Sup... is she in the back?"

"Yeah, the woman is in the back... you're late for your tune-up Naruto." The man stated as he let go of Trevor, and Naruto looked between the dealer and Trevor for a second. Naruto looked down at all of the weapons on the table. Trevor looked at the 9 tails Naruto had with a raised eyebrow, before he looked at Naruto again.

"You're one of those Faunus." Trevor just said it as a fact.

Animal people, something he wasn't used to. Non-humans and Humans getting along peacefully... as peacefully as they had been at least, was unusual to him. Trevor saw that Naruto's right arm was robotic, and he felt no sympathy. He could look at Naruto and tell the man was a warrior.

No doubt he lost it in battle, so there was no need to pity him.

"Meh, I guess you're one of those humans... but yeah, faunus." Naruto had casual conversation with the man.

He did not want to go into the back of the store and get his tune up.

"So... getting a... tune-up..."

"Yeah, it sucks. I have to make sure that she doesn't put anything weird in my arm... if I don't keep a constant eye on her, she will put a cannon... or some kind of gun or a parachute in my arm. That woman does not understand the value of keeping it simple. Naruto." Naruto raised a hand and saluted the man.

"Trevor Belmont, of the House Belmont."

"Never heard of a Belmont, well Trevor... hey... hey... not the cape." Trevor had squeezed the handle of the Morning Star, and he caught his cloak on fire. "Do you know... thanks." Trevor stopped trying to stomp out the fire, when Naruto did him the favor of unsheathing his sword. Naruto created a cold mist with a swing of his dagger, and blew it onto the fire as it started.

Thankfully, only the edge of red cape was singed.

"No problem... wish me luck." Naruto grabbed his arm and removed the robot arm.

He wouldn't need it on his body for the tune-up.

"I'll buy you a drink sometime."

"No thanks, I'm not a drunk."

"Being drunk is one of my few pleasures in life... but I need to become a Huntsman to drink before the legal age."

"Well, then sign up for Beacon. I'm actually about to head there later myself." Naruto walked into the backroom with that said. He saluted Trevor again sarcastically, using the robot arm he was holding.

"Naruto! Do you know how LATE you are! To show me how sorry you are, you should let me install this new idea I have for a flamethrower into your arm!"

"WOMAN! If I catch any WHIFF of you putting a flamethrower into my arm, I am going to shot my robot arm up your ass! I am NOT playing with you... HEY! Are you trying to make my arm even HEAVIER!?"

Trevor whistled awkwardly as he grabbed the weapons off of the counter... and he made a strategic retreat like the dealer was distracted by the shouting going on in the back.

"HEY!"

"I promise, I will pay you back one day... maybe soon, maybe later!"

Trevor got away with the weapons.

Chapter End!
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Remember, originally Ruby's hair color was less red and more black, where the "Red" for her came from her cloak... and guess what Trevor always wears... a red cape around his waist.

N, Y, I, and T are the letters to go for.