A/N: Woe, Chapter be upon ye.

Those who weren't from Beacon Academy or were with Ozpin were quick to leave the vicinity.

Kyleneath brought Bemaia to the very edge of the open kitchen where he began to explain the rules of their cookoff. "This duel will be carried out per the following rules," The Bloodfiend paused, letting the weight of his words settle in the crowd, "Currently, there are 10 guests in this establishment, every single one of you is to make an order, be it what you will. Bemaia and I will both make the same dish and after finishing the meal, you are to choose which one you enjoyed the most."

One of the guests raised their hand with a question. It was Weiss.

"Yes?" Kyleneath asked, "If that's the case, can't we just lie to force a win?" Kyleneath stopped for a second and gave the question some thought, thought to him, it was obvious what he would do. "It will not be disclosed which dish was made by whom." The guest nodded his head and lowered his hand, only for another hand to rise, belonging to the Special Operative from the Atlas Military. "And you?" Kyleneath again allowed a question. "If we refuse to partake in this nonsense, what would happen?" A fair question, Kyleneath thought as he chuckled to himself. "Well..." He began, snapping his fingers, "You don't have a choice in the matter, I'm afraid." A loud clicking noise of doors' locking themselves echoed through the restaurant, prompting Winter and the General to get up from their chairs, their hands instinctually shooting toward their weapons.

"Oh my..." Kyleneath spoke, as Bemaia facepalmed. "It's been an interesting evening, Kyleneath, but I suggest you unlock the doors before I tear them down." General Ironwood threatened, unholstering one of his Due Process and pointing the white gun at the Bloodfiend. "This is something very important to me, General, I won't allow anyone to fuck it up." Kyleneath spoke in a low tone, unphased by the intimidation attempt made by the General. Winder unsheathed her silver saber.

Ozpin and Glynda watched the atleasean duo attempting to threaten the Bloodfiend with no success. "What do we do?" Glynda whispered to Ozpin who, in turn, shook his head, "We wait and see how this plays out." Through her better judgment, Glynda held herself back from throwing herself into the fray and sat still waiting. Then, before any more words could be shot at anyone, General Ironwood pulled the trigger on Due Process, shooting at Kyleneath, who simply stood perfectly still. Ironwood exhaled in satisfaction. The bullet had connected directly against Kyleneath's forehead. Unfortunately, the bullet did not penetrate his head, it didn't even make him flinch.

"How...?" Ironwood asked himself, staring directly at the crumpled-up lead fragment that had just bounced off of Kyleneath's skin. "Do you still want to do this?" The chef asked, cleaning off with his thumb, the mark the bullet left on his forehead. Ironwood was not convinced and pulled the trigger once again. "It won't-" Again, another bullet bounced off. "Can you-" And one more time. Four times in total he shot at the Bloodfiend and all four of his bullets lay crumpled on the floor by Kyleneath's feet. What was most confusing for Ironwood, was that not once did his Aura appear to protect him from the damage of his gun. Due Process wasn't weak either, In ten or eleven direct shots were more than enough to completely deplete anyone's Aura and even fewer to kill the common Grimm, so surprised was he, by seeing someone just... Tank through four direct headshots without as much as a flinch.

"Are you done?" Kyleneath asked calmly, his eyes wide open, staring the General down. Ironwood gulped down his ego for the moment, holstering his weapons and sitting back on his seat, Winter followed suit. "Good." Kyleneath collected the four pieces of lead from the ground and threw them in the nearest trash bin. "Any more questions?"

And when no one raised their hands, Kyleneath clapped twice, and a thick red curtain fell from the ceiling and covered the kitchen from the rest of the restaurants. The floor began to shake, the wooden floors moved and shifted, alongside the tables the guests were sitting in. Eventually, the floor re-arranged itself, and instead of the layout being a few scattered tables, it was now one giant semi-circle, with the guests facing the inner part of the semi-circle. In the very middle of that circle, fell a red cylinder, that when kicked by Kyleneath, extended itself into a long red carpet that divided itself into many different pathways, each leading to a different guest, with the root of the path being the center of the red curtains. In front of every seated guest, a mechanism was activated revealing a keyboard and a monitor. "There, you will type down your dish of choice. Although I normally offer an entrance, main dish, dessert, and such, today we will only make one item that you so desire, as such, your invites will be refunded for a future and proper experience." Kyleneath explained, bowing his head respectfully at his patrons.

"How do we know that you won't poison us?" Francisco asked, raising his singular hand high, making the Bloodfiend sigh. "Is he serious?" Kyleneath asked, turning to Bemaia, who in turn, nodded his head solemnly. "Haa..." He exhaled. "Look, If I wanted any of you dead, I guarantee that using poison is sub-optimal. So no, I won't." Francisco kept his hand raised, however. "But how do you guarantee that you won't do it?" He pressed, testing the limits of Kyleneath's patience. "I promise by my-"

"Promises ain't shit! Gimme proof!" Francisco yelled, slamming the table with his fist. Before Kyleneath could answer, Fred pinched the Bald Librarian's ears and pulled him down back to his seat. "OW, HEY!" Though, Fred had little mercy to spare for his partner. "Listen here," Fred began, pulling him closer by the ear, his monocle scraping against Francisco's cheek. "You're embarrassing our team in front of both the Headmaster and the cook that graciously invited us to eat good food, competition with Bemaia or otherwise. So you either shut up, or I make you shut up." Fred finished, letting go of Francisco's ear. A singular tear left his eyes as he rubbed his now-red ears in complete silence. "Good."

Putting that aside, Kyleneath was anxious to begin the main event. "With that said, let this cook-off... Begin!" He announced, hurriedly making his way towards the curtains, Bemaia followed him through.

The kitchen itself was divided evenly in the middle. Both sides were complete mirrors, a one-to-one replication on both sides. On the back was a double door that led to a storage room with whatever it was the two chefs would need for the duel. Cutlery was evenly separated on each side, whatever tools they would need or wanted, were already there and sharpened to perfection.

The inside of the kitchen was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Bemaia had already come to terms with his death long ago, but never once in his life was he more sure of it than he was right now. He observed every little movement the Bloodfiend did, his instincts yelled at him to turn tail and run away, but he knew that if he ran, Kyleneath would get him. But he was also certain that if he stayed, Kyleneath would get him anyways. 'If I run the beast catches me, If I stay the beast eats me...' Bemaia thought, 'What does he accomplish by doing this? A little petty victory? No, this duel is just a justification. Yes, a justification to get me somewhere secluded so he could kill and eat me.' The worse was quick to come to his mind. 'Francisco and Fred wouldn't give two shits about my death, but Penny...' Yes, there was the X that was his team leader. There wasn't much bonding between them, in fact, he felt as though she spent more time with team Ruby than anything else... Did something happen that he wasn't aware of? No, this wasn't the time to worry about such things.

The silence between the two chefs only broke when Kyleneath pulled out a black and golden device and pressed a button on it. Bemaia flinched, expecting something to come out of a nearby wall and kill him in the most horrible way he could imagine, but nothing came. "Did you know... That after you destroyed my restaurant on M Corp's Nest, I had an offer at T Corp?"

Bemaia was confused, why did you bother with small talk? Was he about to monologue before doing it to him? Well, if that was the case, he would make sure to buy as much time as possible. "Really? What was the offer about?" Kyleneath laughed for a moment, reminiscing about his memories, as a cold sweat ran down Bemaia's face. "Someone in the high echelon wanted my services as Chef, they wanted me to cook for them in exchange for, well, anything I wanted." Bemaia hummed, wondering what exactly it was that Kyleneath pressed on that black device since the thing clearly didn't murder him instantly. "So I accepted in exchange for protection and money... But soon came a problem in the kitchen, the employees were complaining that their food took a while to arrive." Bemaia leaned against the counter, expecting the tools and pots provided to him. It didn't seem like he was dying any time soon. Perhaps his time would come after the competition?

"You don't say... That was the exact problem I had in Viggiattore as well." Kyleneath flipped a switch near his side of the kitchen, making a monitor extend out of the kitchen, where the many orders would appear. "The researchers at T Corp figured it would be a good idea to give me a few gifts," He said, shaking the small black and golden object in his hand. "This is one of them. This little device speeds up time in an enclosed space, and in this case, this kitchen and the storage room." Bemaia nodded in realization. The gold markings on the device sure looked awfully familiar with the logo of T Corp. "Meaning that our dishes come out sooner, because time itself is faster for the cook, and slower for the client... Very clever." Bemaia admitted, though, he didn't feel any faster. "Is it already on? I don't feel any faster..." Kyleneath nodded. "It is. For us, we experience time the same, but for those outside, if they see inside the kitchen, we would be moving much faster. I'm sure there was a theory for that..."

With no warning, the monitor where the orders came, read: "Cookies."

Bemaia frowned. "Cookies?" And right beneath it, it read the owner of the order, "Ah, it's Ruby." Kyleneath then asked, "Do you know her well enough to know her heart?" Bemaia shrugged, unsure of what he was even supposed to answer. 'Know her heart?' Surely, he meant what was her personality? "I don't know... Maybe? She's just a kid, but a good and happy kid. She's got that inspiring aura of innocence around her, you know?" Kyleneath smiled when he heard that. "You don't say? I'm happy to know that my restaurant was saved by such a person."

Bemaia decided to ignore that and moved to get whatever ingredients he needed, opening the door to the storage room. "Huh..." It was enormous. The outside look of the building suggested that it was at least a few stories tall, but that feeling would be immediately crushed once inside. That meant that his storage room was at least 6 or 7 stores tall. "Getting chocolate here will be a pain in the ass..." The building was not only tall, but it was also wide, taking up a good fourth of the block.

But he mustered the courage to brave the labyrinthian halls of the storage area, and took the first step into it, only to be stopped by Kyleneath. "Let me do it, you would get lost in there." Bemaia felt suspicious of Kyleneath but decided to test his honesty anyways. "Sure." He said, taking a small piece of paper, and writing down everything he needed for the cookies. ... And just like that, using his unbelievable speed, Kyleneath went in and out of the storage area before Bemaia could even get comfortable on the counter, with everything Bemaia listed. "Suprised?" The Bloodfiend asked with a small smirk on his face. "A bit? I'm not as fast or strong as I once was, so there is nothing I can do but accept that you're faster."

Kyleneath was dissatisfied with that answer, laying down the ingredients on the counter, he began with the questioning. "What happened to you? Bemaia, the operator of Viggiattore's Office, now reduced to a student in another world." Bemaia was not amused. He quietly took the ingredients from the counter and began cooking. Though he didn't answer, Kyleneath kept staring at him, waiting for a response, his look told Bemaia that he was seriously concerned. He sighed, "Lily messed with the wrong people, and the Viggiattore paid the price." Kyleneath smiled humming, after beginning the talk, he too moved to his side to make the cookies. "Lily? That little girl with the strings? I knew she would spell trouble for you, always ignorant of the world around her..." The Bloodfiend spoke with truth, that pierced deep into Bemaia who was silent. "But that wasn't the end... That robot friend of yours, what was his name? Catch? He's pretty strong with that sword of his. I thought for sure the three of you could easily deal with nearly any threat... I know it from first-hand experience." Bemaia nodded. "C4TCH 22 he called himself... Not a full robot, but almost one. He was so strong, that he caught the attention of a color..." Bemaia said, pre-heating his stove. "There wasn't much we could do after an attack from the Index, so the Emerald Leaf just came in, forced me to work for the new L Corp, and took C4TCH away to do whatever. Lily ran, since she was in the center of the Index's sights, probably to die in a ditch somewhere."

Kyleneath and Bemaia both went completely silent, both completely absorbed in their work. An oddity occurred, however. Kyleneath decided to follow the route of stuffing his cookies with melted chocolate, though he seemed to be having issues with adding the mixture of butter and chocolate to the inside of the cookie dough. It was a clear mistake made by beginners and rookies, so much of a mistake that Bemaia thought for a second that Kyleneath was messing with him. But decided against that though, and instead, offered unsolicited advice. "Oi, let that chill for a minute or two, if you don't the mixture of butter and chocolate will be more liquid than anything else, so it won't stay still inside of the dough." Kyleneath smiled, faking a slap on his own forehead, "Ah, of course." He left it at that and waited patiently. "Yeah." Bemaia said. Once finished, both put their cookies in separate trays. Kyleneath put him on the red one, and Bemaia on the black one. "Let's hope they like it." Bemaia said, "Indeed." Kyleneath too said, expectantly.

Soon, another prompt appeared, It was Wiess's, "Hasenpfeffer with Alto Wine, huh?" Bemaia muttered, "Never done it, but let's try." The recipe itself was straightforward enough, with no room for messing around like the cookies. Heat the marinade inside a zip bag, and pour it over the rabbit. "Right... Rosemary, Thyme, Kosher..." Bemaia was quick to follow the recipe he had in his mind. No, he had never cooked a rabbit stew before, but he still remembered the recipe... Vaguely. "Okay..." He closed the zip bag provided to him by his competitor, only for a pale finger to stop him. "Huh?" Bemaia jumped backward as he saw Kyleneath holding a bottle of red wine. "You forgot the most important part." He spoke, measuring 1 cup of the wine in his hands, and adding it to Bemaia's marinade bag. "Red Wine. Dry. It's the most important part of it." Bemaia knew he was correct, but why in the ever-loving-fuck did Kyleneath help him?

"Thanks..." He muttered, fearing for his life. "It's nothing." The Bloodfiend spoke, returning to his other half of the kitchen. "..." Bemaia didn't have the luxury of being confused, so he focused on his art instead. The next step was... After pouring it over the stew, forget it in the fridge for a day or two... Huh? "How..." Bemaia was confused. This was a problem both he and Kyleneath had to face. "Surely, We won't stay here for two whole days, right?" Kyleneath chuckled. "Of course not. Didn't I just show you that I have a few tricks up my sleeve?" The Bloodfiend took both pots of marinate and put him inside a fridge. A minute passed in absolute silence, and then he opened the fridge again, with two pots of marinated rabbit meat in hand. "There." He spoke, as Bemaia took his pot from him.

And soon after, both rabbit meats were already cooked, and ready to serve. Kyleneath again, took the meal out to the customers. Soon enough, another order came. Then another. And another. And the two kept on cooking, helping each other, giving each other bits of advice without the prompt of either one. Bemaia spoke to Kyleneath about the personal tastes he deduced from being with them, and Kyleneath gave him tips and whatnot about the dishes he wasn't accustomed to cooking.

And soon, their competition's ending neared ever so closely. "Hmm, It's almost over..." Kyleneath lamented. "Fucking finally... I can't wait to just lay down and sleep for a year..." Bemaia did not have the same unnatural stamina Kyleneath had. And it showed. Every dish made first was done with passion and meticulous precision and love, but then, after the first few hours of non-stop cooking, he became sloppy and started to cut corners...

Even after a few breaks to eat some instant noodles to recover his energy and restroom breaks that Kyleneath respected and didn't act while Bemaia took said breaks, Bemaia still didn't have any idea how many votes he had. The pressure was enormous, but nothing he didn't endure before. Just one last dish and he was free from this hell. "Phew, almost done." Bemaia said, tired, but satisfied with his hard work. "Indeed it is..." Kyleneath spoke, trailing off. "It's been fun, Bemaia. I say that from the bottom of my cold heart."

Bemaia raised his eyebrow. Something was up. Didn't Kyleneath, not a few hours ago, choke and slammed him into a wall? "Why is that?" The Bloodfiend shrugged. "At first, I decided to leave you to your devices and let you get lost in my storage, where I would kill you and then feed you to your friends... But..." Bemaia flinched. His whole body flinched. He was correct from the very beginning, he did plan to murder him. "WOW, Really considerate of you for not murdering me." Cannibalism was one of the few things he forbade inside his restaurant, and the idea of being cannibalized by some teenagers and a few adults didn't exactly enchant him. "What made you change your mind?"

Kyleneath couldn't put into words what he felt. At first, he wanted revenge, after all, Bemaia did destroy his life. But then again... "You're miserable." Kyleneath bluntly put it. "You've been through misery and just now began healing yourself..." The winged librarian still couldn't understand his reasoning. "Then, wouldn't this be the best time to strike? When the one you hate the most is at his weakest?" Kyleneath nodded in agreement. "True, but I am also recovering you see..."

The two waited for the last order patiently. "Does it have to do with the way you ended up in here?" Kyleneath nodded. "Twenty years I've spent stuck inside a malfunctioning Warp Train... And when I managed to open the train's doors, the void outside of the train pulled me and the other passengers into the unknown." Bemaia nodded solemnly, for he knew the truth about Warp trains but couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. That would also mean that Kyleneath brought along with him the devices from T Corp... Probably in his luggage. "What about the other passengers?" Kyleneath shook his head, implying that he had no idea. "Funny thing is, you might not be even my Bemaia, the one I grew to hate above everyone else. You could just be another unlucky one that fell through the world and landed in remnant as well. Either that, or I'm extrapolating too much."

Soon, the last order appeared on the monitor above them. "Sushi," it said, from Blake. "So, you could say that, just like me, you're 'healing' in Remnant." The two got to work. "So let's heal, together, instead of gutting each other." Though Bemaia didn't vocalize it, he agreed with him and quietly got to chopping up fish. Or at least that was what he wanted to start doing, but there was something he needed to do.

C4TCH's will.

His sushi recipe...

In another restaurant, maybe not so unlike Kyleneath's. The insides were decorated with a rustic wooden finish, that motif carried out for most of the place, from the tables and chairs to the chandeliers that illuminated the main hall. The flux of people was somewhat slower than usual, but that's expected for a Monday. By the counter in one of the corners of the hall, Bemaia watched in boredom people eating. His eyes darted back and forth between the door to his office, where mountains of paperwork waited for him, and the door of the restaurant, where he wished oh so dearly that someone would come and save him from the fat stacks of paper. His wishes would soon be answered as one of the customers got up from his lone seat and made his way towards the other counter, the one Bemaia wasn't occupying. The customer made his way toward the counter with a big neon sign that said, "C4TCH'S SUSHI."

Bemaia hummed in amusement, "This ought to be good." He muttered to himself.

Noticing someone sitting down on one of the stools of his sushi stand, C4TCH got up from behind the counter to greet the customer. "GREETINGS, DO YOU WANT ANYTHING?" C4TCH's robotic frame supported two circular white LED's for eyes. Aside from his general silhouette, nothing was human. "Yeah, I heard you sell sushi here. I'd like to see your menu."

Only, that wasn't how things went with C4TCH. "STAY STILL." He ordered with his mechanized voice, taking the customer's head by the chin. "What are you-"

"DO NOT RESIST," C4TCH spoke once again, making the poor customer shut up. "I SEE. WAIT FOR YOUR SUSHI." C4TCH threw the customer back on his seat, covered himself and the cutting board with a long towel, and got to the cutting. The customer was thoroughly confused, much to Bemaia's amusement. Behind C4TCH, the customer noticed something interesting.

A broken sword...?" Before he could process that, C4TCH pulled away the towel, revealing an odd-looking sushi thing. "W-what?" The customer asked, "SUSHI. YOURS. EAT." The customer attempted to get up from his chair, but C4TCH made sure to make him stay in place. "Y-you see, I didn't even pay for it yet, so I don't think it's in my right to."

C4TCH's eye-LED's turned to a need red, but his facial expression remained the same. "EAT. SUSHI. IT'S YOURS. EAT IT." And to make his argument even more compelling, C4TCH reached for that broken sword and pointed it at the customer. The sword itself was in complete disarray. The hilt was untouched, but the blade itself was completely gone. To say that there were two inches of a blade in there would be too much. "I-I-I-I'm sorry, I've lost my appetite..." C4TCH was not amused.

Raising his sword upwards, he muttered, "I shall reach heaven through-" Before he could finish his chanting, the terrified customer was quick to shove the whole tray inside his mouth.

C4TCH calmed down. "SEE? IS GOOD."

It was, in fact, bland. No flavor at all. The customer couldn't even begin to understand was exactly was the sushi made of. Bemaia was giggling to himself like a maniac, though, that customer would have a case of mild food poisoning in the coming weeks.

Silence dominated the restaurant, no one dared to speak a singular word. Ruby spared a single glance at her team, and from the looks of it, they were all horrified or confused to know what to do. Should they entertain that madman Kyleneath? Or should they try to run away? Fighting him was not immediately dismissed, after seeing how easily he picked Bemaia up and effortlessly threw him around their hope did waver, but not enough to diminish them completely. But then the General's bullets did absolutely nothing to him. Needless to say, the group was a lot less willing to pick a fight with him. Hell, even Francisco, the resident fight freak knew that throwing a punch against him was a bad idea.

Deciding to break the awkward silence, Ruby spoke up. "Soo... Does a Bloodfeind have any weaknesses? Like garlic or wooden stakes?" Francisco shrugged in response, staring blankly at the monitor and keyboard. "Bloodfiends ain't vampires, though they look like they are," He spoke, scratching his head, "I've never met one, so I wouldn't know for sure..." Weiss was quick to give the group crucial information, "Kyleneath appeared in the news once, in broad daylight... So the sun is no good." Ruby looked downwards, dejected. "So how did Bemaia even beat him in the first place..."

With her hopes and dreams of ever meeting a real vampire crushed by the ever-so-heavy weight of reality, Ruby typed in the first thing that came to her mind that would ease her pain, seeing that it always did. Being the first one to type down her wish for dinner, she didn't expect them to start so soon with her dish, instead, she already could hear the sped-up sounds of cutlery and automatic dough mixers going at full speed for but a few seconds. "Huh." She huh'd to herself, "Why does it sound like a video being sped up?"

And after a few seconds of silence, the curtains opened, revealing Kyleneath, wearing a white apron, carrying two trays, one red and one black, of Freshly baked cookies. Her eyes lit up in amazement. "I just ordered this?! How did you do it so fast?!" Kyleneath chuckled, he wouldn't answer, so he simply set the two trays in front of her, and before she could even gobble the first one, using his superhuman speed, he came and went to the kitchen, holding a single tall glass of warm milk. "Though you didn't order any drinks, I'm sure a warm glass of milk is most welcome."

Ruby's pupils became stars, uncaring for the absurd display of speed, almost immediately forgiving the things Kyleneath threatened to do with Bemaia. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" She said excitedly, doing her best to leave her seat and hug the Bloodfiend, being held back only by Weiss and Yang. "It's just part of the job." He spoke softly, returning to the kitchen.

Before she could start eating, the monitor in front of her seat, changed to the following prompt; "RED or BLACK? Hmm, guess it's how we vote for the winner..."

Ruby took one of the cookies from the red tray, and with no ceremony, munched on it. She didn't exactly type in a particular flavor of cookie, nor a type, but she was pleasantly surprised when she tasted chocolate. The cookie was soft, after munching on it, the liquid chocolate invaded her mouth with an explosion of pure bliss. It was clear to her that the maker of this cookie was determined to win no matter what. "Hmmmm!" She squirmed, gulping down on it. "This is the best cookie I've ever eaten in my whole life..." Ruby admitted as she finished the sugary treat.

Her team glanced at each other with concerned, curious, and doubtful looks. Ruby moved her hand onto the next tray and picked one of the cookies from there. "Hm..." She wondered how would this one fare in comparison to the first one. So she munched on it with great expectations. Again, it was a chocolate cookie, but this one was crunchy... She closed her eyes to analyze it, and...

"Rubies! What did I say about eating cookies before dinner?"

Ruby opened her eyes in surprise. By no means was it the best cookie she'd ever eaten, but then again... "Black." She typed.

"Really? Did you say that the other one was the best?" Weiss asked with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but Ruby completely ignored, it and instead gave the cookie to her sister. "Yang, eat it." At first, Yang refused, "I gotta have space for my food, don't I?" But when she saw the look on Ruby's face, she relented. "Fine..." Yang took the cookie from her sister's hands and ate it with caution. "Wait..." Yang stood there for a few seconds, registering what she had just put inside her mouth. "These are the same ones mom used to make...?" She was not sure, but it was such a nostalgic feeling she never thought she would feel again. "Yup..." Ruby said, munching on another one, completely ignoring the ones in the red tray.

Weiss was next, "I waited most of my life for an occasion like this, and I won't waste it on such a simpleton thing as a cookie..." I couldn't explain it better myself. She pondered for a moment and decided on a dish she never had the pleasure of eating. "I have no doubts of Kyleneath's skill, but Bemaia... Let's put him to the test." So she typed in; "Hasenpfeffer with Alto Wine." The group of young adults all shared confused looks, not knowing what the hell even is, aside from Fred that seemed to recognize that one, "Oh! Is that a rabbit stew made with wine marinade?" Weiss nodded, relieved that at least one person in Beacon was refined enough to recognize the refined tastes. "Indeed! I've yet to taste one made by a 5-star chef." Fred nodded, "Indeed, even in a nest it's difficult to find a good enough chef, and you almost always can't order it on a whim."

Just as quickly as she ordered, her dish was already served, hot and steamy, divided into to two plates. Once again, one was red, and the other black. She took the proper silverware and tasted the one from the red plate. It was perhaps one of the best food she'd ever brought to her tongue, even better than Klein's signature Apple Pies! But soon, she changed her mind. "The rabbit marinated a bit too much... There is a feint taste of vinegar left behind..." But it was still, the best Hasenpfeffer she'd ever eaten. "9 out of 10." She spoke out loud, as she put the red plate away and brought in the black one. "Let's see here..."

Taking another set of silverware, she brought it to her mouth once again, and... "Hm." She was confused. Again, this one was also good. The rabbit meat unmade itself under the pressure of her tongue and teeth, the flavor brought by the wine was ever so present, but once again... "Again, they marinated a bit too much, and the rabbit lost the taste that made it special..." But at the very least, there was no vinegar aftertaste. "9 out of 10, again... But which to choose?" She gave it some thought, they were almost the exact same dish, meaning that both chefs were at the same level... "Unexpected." Soon, she relented and put in her answer. "Black. Only because there was no bad aftertaste." However, there was a question no one could answer. "How did they manage to marinade and cook it in less than a minute?"

After that, every guest put in their desired dish. Fred wanted a Shrimp Gratin with wine, and that's what he got, and chose Red. Francisco wanted a Chicken Stroganoff with a tall glass of a randomly selected beer, and after Fred typed it for him, that's what he got, choosing the Red plate as well. Penny chose a "Sigular slice of strawberry cake" and that's what she got, choosing Black. Yang, despite what her luxurious looks might suggest, asked for a simple yet voluminous Cheeseburger with bacon alongside whatever cold beverage they had. Both of them arrived, both of them bustling with fat, with meat as thick as the girl wished for. And soon, after the other four guests ordered and voted for their favorite plate, only one was left.

Blake Belladonna.

"Soo, what're ya gonna order?" Yang spoke, with a piece of the burger still inside her mouth. "I don't know... I'm still shaken by his words..." Yang gulped down the food and angrily snapped at her teammate. "My Oum! Give it a rest girl! Just order something and eat for the brother's sake. You like fish, don't you? Then get sushi or something." Before Yang could yell at her again, she took another bite of the burger, shutting herself up in pure bliss. "Fine."

Blake decided, typing in "Sushi". And seconds after her prompt, the red curtains opened, revealing the kitchen... that could have been in a better state. Kyleneath carried two trays of Sushi... Well, a red tray of sushi and a black tray of... Something that looked like sushi, but she knew for sure wasn't. "Before we deliver this last dish, allow me to inform us of the votes," With a clap from Kyleneath, another giant monitor descended from the ceiling, "You sure love your automation and TVs..." Bemaia mocked.

In the new monitor were two numbers and names above them. "Kyleneath 4 - Bemaia 5" It read. "OH FUCK YES!" Bemaia celebrated, holding back the urge to smack talk to the Bloodfiend. His team cheered, as Kyleneath held his face contempt. "At the very least we draw, which will not happen!" Bemaia spoke with confidence. "What makes you so sure?" Blake asked, prompting him to cackle like a supervillain. "You see, my friend C4TCH, his last action for me was giving me his secret Sushi technique. So, after applying it to the test, I am certain that the win is mine!"

Blake stared blankly at both plates. Holding back the want to vomit, she took a piece from the black tray. Her eyes widened, and her Faunus instincts screamed at her to do something she couldn't understand, every hair in her body stood straight up, for she had just taken a bite off of Bemaia's special sushi made with his late friend's recipe.

She swallowed.

'Unremarkable' Was the only word that came to her head. Wordlessly took a piece of the red tray and put it to her mouth. This one, she enjoyed, there was a comprehensible taste in her mouth unlike the other one, and a good one at that! No doubt that It was the best piece of sushi she had ever had the pleasure of tasting. So much so, that in but a few minutes, she already emptied the red tray.

Without saying any words, she reached to the keyboard and typed "RED".

A draw was declared and after the anti-climatic finish, both parties left feeling exhausted. Kyleneath asked for forgiveness for the inconvenience. He distributed invites for another day as promised. And soon, both groups left, tired, but satisfied.

The trip back to Beacon was uneventful. None wanted to say anything, bliss overtook their senses, except Bemaia, who felt distraught that after many hours, he didn't win the competition.

Upon arriving at RWBY's dorm room, right before parting ways, Blake pulled Bemaia to the side. "Need something?" Though he was tired, he wouldn't treat anyone without respect. Blake sighed. "What you did was wrong, but, I at least understand why you did it." Bemaia nodded his head. "Francisco promised that it wouldn't happen again." Blake took a minute to herself, and Bemaia waited patiently as the girl put her thoughts in place. "Give us some space for a while, okay? We need to digest this whole..." The former librarian raised his hand to stop her. "We get it. I'll make it so you won't even hear about us for now." Blake smiled weakly. "Yeah.. Thanks."

Bemaia watched as she returned to her team, as he went back to his team. "That's probably for the best."

Arriving in their room, team PBFF readied themselves to sleep.

Penny was awfully quiet, a drastic change in her talkative self that irked Bemaia in the wrong way. "Oi, leader, is something wrong?" Penny flinched for a moment but composed herself. "Oh, nothing's wrong, why?" So something was wrong. Now, he only needed to figure out why. Fred was already asleep, or at least halfway there, and Francisco was taking a bath. 'Hmm, Francisco...' Hold up, "Penny, did Francisco say anything to you, that would particularly make you act like that?"

Penny looked around, staring at the bathroom door for a moment. "He did..." Bemaia's face palmed. "What the fuck." He said, facepalming. "What did he say exactly?" She brought a finger to her chin and tilted her head slightly, remembering exactly what was said to her. "Hm, after I tried asking what wanted to eat, turned to me and said; 'Do not interact with me unless I interact with you first. I will only say that once.' I then tried to convince him that it wasn't a very smart idea to not bond with his teammates, and he responded with; 'I don't need your fake sympathy, save it for the freaks that made you.' And ever since then, I've been avoiding him and he has been avoiding me and I don't know what to do..."

Bemaia sighed. Truly, this was a moment of all time. "Don't sweat it, Penny," He said, patting the robot girl's synthetic hair, "He's just really racist towards your kind, and I don't think it's possible to make him change his mind." Penny frowned, "What do you mean, my kind? I'm a regular girl! Is he like that to all girls?" Bemaia was staggered for a moment. 'This girl... She's too pure!' His hand continues to pat Penny's head on its own. "Though that would explain why he never tried to get any girls, no, he doesn't treat any girls like that," Bemaia sighed, not knowing how to deal with this girl's cuteness. "Now that I think about it... I think he oughta respect you more if you challenge him to a duel..." Bemaia nodded to himself, "Indeed, the dude is a fighting addict. If you give him a good fight, I'm sure he'll like you more."

Penny nodded, writing it down in her head. "I see! I'll try my best then!" And with rekindled hope, Penny climbed into her bed and shut herself down for the moment. Bemaia sighed in releif. "What a day..." He laid down on his assigned bed.

Just before falling asleep, Bemaia heard his bald partner leave the bathroom wearing the metal casing on his left stump and the lower part of the pajamas' Ozpin gave them. Francisco spared a glance towards Penny, "M*chine..." He grumbled to himself with a sour face, as he turned off the lights and went to bed.

A single performer standing in the midst of a silent score.

He creates sounds where there is none.

He watched with bated breaths, his instrument in hand so that he may join the performance.

The music that no one can hear, but everyone can listen to...

Tune permeates music, and music permeates people.

Countless times he performed, countless times more shall he perform.

If they can stand with their two legs, they will be willing to send their praise.

"From break and ruin," The voice spoke, "The world's most beautiful performance starts again."

The performer bowed to his audience.

"The performance does not end."

"And Da capo. And, Da capo al Fine." Fred muttered as he woke up in a cold sweat. "Huh?" His ears rang as Francisco loudly snored. The monocule in his face trembled, but he paid no mind to it. "Did I just..." Fred wondered if he muttered those words upon waking up. "Just a nightmare." He told himself, getting back to bed.

A/N: Another one.