Welcome one, welcome all, the this (hopefully) kickass new story. I've been looking to write this for a while, so I'm hype. Let's see how hype I can get you.

It was an early night at the orphanage, around seven-thirty or so. The Children within were all wide awake, running around or talking with their friends. All except one. (Y/N) (L/N) sat alone at a table in the middle in the room, smirking to himself happily at the drawing on the table before him. It was a crude drawing, but the six-year-old was satisfied anyway. It was a picture of a hill, and on that hill stood a man holding some sort of sword, with corpses of 'Grimm' behind. Holding it up to the lights above him, (Y/N)'s smirk widened, though the moment ended when the paper was ripped from his hands.

Rory, the rougher kid of the bunch, along with being very opinionated, had the size advantage. He stood a head higher than (Y/N) and was easily stronger.

"H-Hey! Give that back!" The smaller boy demanded. Rory ignored his request, instead, asking his own rhetorical question.

"What is this dumb thing?"

Not as if (Y/N) knew it was rhetorical.

"It's me as a huntsman, stupid!" (Y/N) retorted, his fists balled up. Rory cracked a laugh in response.

"You? As a huntsman? Hah! You're so stupid You'd die so fast, like, you wouldn't even kill a single Grimm!" Rory jeered.

"S-Shut up, Rory!" The smaller boy sputtered. While it went unnoticed by you, the caretakers of the facility had noticed the fight brewing. As did most of the room. "I can become the greatest huntsman anyone has ever seen. Then I'll come back! I'll be the most skilled ever! I'll kill a thousand Grimm! No one will be able to stop me-" he was cut off when Rory's fist collided with (Y/N)'s cheek. The force sent him to the ground, the boy trying and failing to catch himself. Tears pricked his eyes as he looked up at his bully.

"I think I stopped you! Seriously how are you so we-"

"Rory!" His insult was stopped mid-sentence by one of the caretakers as she stormed over the pair, all eyes on her.

"Sister Kathleen! I was just-"

"You were just nothing!" She sighed before addressing the boy on the floor. "Are you alright, (Y/N)?" The one in question grit his teeth as he stood, picking up his picture and walking away. It wasn't until half an hour later until someone came and talked to him.

"Hey . . . are you okay?" The voice of a girl asked. (Y/N) looked up from his position against the wall and looked at the person in front of him. It was a girl, no younger than him, though they'd never really spoken.

"What do you want?" He asked hoarsely. She frowned, sitting next to him.

"You looked sad. I just wanted to see if you were okay." The girl did just that, sitting next to him. "I-I'm Kathrine." (Y/N)'s eyes met hers and she smiled. "Nice to meet you!"

* * *

(Y/N) brought up the six-foot-long cleaver-claymore mix he called a weapon and cut across, slicing three beowolf heads in half horizontally while hoisting up the fallen soldier with his left hand. The young huntsman didn't give the soldier time to thank him as he dashed off, cutting more Grimm apart, doing his best to clear the choke point of the horde while his team finished their assigned objectives.

(Y/N)'s scroll rung in his pocket, incenting him to fight with only one hand while using the other to speak. "Yeah?" He shouted into it, ducking under a diving beowolf before spinning his blade and stabbing the wolf-like creature through the neck.

"I'm almost done with the explosives, (Y/N). You may want to think about getting out of there!" His teammate yelled, panting replacing her voice when she wasn't speaking.

"Almost isn't good enough. Let us know when you're done and give us fifteen seconds." He quickly ordered.

"You got it!" She hung up. A loud caw from above drew his attention to the descending Nevermore on a one-course meal trip. (Y/N) prepared to defend and counter when a bullet the size of his fist blasted through the large bird's neck. He quickly moved out of the way as the disintegrating corps hit the ground where he had been a second before. Looking back (Y/N) gave the roof of the town hall several hundred meters back a nod before refocusing on the task at hand.

"Deathstalker!" One of the men yelled. (Y/N) had already seen it, however, and was ready. The armored scorpion charged the lone huntsman-in-training, it's target mirroring it. But unlike most people who ran directly at Grimm of this size, he had a plan.

The deathstalker's left claw shot out, aiming for its supposed pray. (Y/N) front flipped over the basic attack and onto the armored back before running up the stinger, pushing off and spinning, using the power the move generated to do a number on the bright yellow point that the end the tail-like limb came to. Boots then hit the concrete in quick succession as (Y/N) dodged immediately after landing, narrowly avoiding a swipe from the right claw.

Convenient as it would have been, the beast before him was too smart to attempt to use its damaged appendage, meaning (Y/N) would have to go and take the pointy bit off himself. "Focus on the stinger!" He to his back up - several squads of Vacuo's soldiers. The ones who could comply did so, lighting up the target with their factory issue rifles. A few shots hit exactly where (Y/N) wanted them to and made it just loose enough.

Dodging another swing from the large black beast, (Y/N) ran up the side of a building sitting only several feet from him and the deathstalker. Once high enough, the huntsman turned and pushed off, falling towards the stinger hands first. When in range, he grabbed the end of the lethal appendage and used it as a pole, swinging himself down and around before shooting back up into the air, using his strength and momentum to tear the yellow piece off from the rest of the stinger. The Grimm shrieked in pain and anger, though it could do nothing when its opponent was twenty feet above it. (Y/N) turned his body and threw the end of the stinger full force at the back of the deathstalker's head before he finished the spin and followed by throwing his blade down after it. The end of his sword quickly caught up with the former venom injector and, with the force of both throws, hammered the stinger home.

As the overgrown arachnid fell apart, (Y/N) using its remaining body to cushion his roll when he hit the ground. "Just a little longer . . ." the young huntsman panted, picking his sword up and readying for another fight.

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The clock read two fifty-five AM, the room, dark, filled with the eerie sounds of breathing from all the other sleeping children. (Y/N), however, couldn't sleep. Looking back, he wouldn't have been able to tell if it was better that way; the screams started at 3:00.

The young boy's slightly drowsed state became alert when the first of it started. First screaming from outside the building, then gunshots; broken glass and the sound of strained wood came next. (Y/N) was still the only one awake, his heartbeat elevating by the moment. It nearly stopped when a window in the orphanage shattered. It was followed by shrieks of pain and terror across the building, one of which he recognized. "S-Sister Ann?" He muttered quietly. From his bed by the door, he looked at the others sleeping in their own beds before looking back at the door. (Y/N) took a shaky breath and slipped out, reaching for the handle.

The world seemed to have gone silent as his hand inched closer to the circular brass knob, but (Y/N) didn't notice over the sound of his heart. He gripped the knob with sweaty fingers, slowly turning when the door ripped off its hinges, smacking into the small child, shooting him back onto his ass while the door fell to the side. The tears of pain were quickly replaced by that of fear as (Y/N) looked up expecting one of the caretakers, only to lock eyes with a beowolf.

The boy froze under its gaze, the piercing red eyes tracking its target with hungry intent. It suddenly lunged for its prey ignoring the screaming of the victim currently in its mouth. The other boys in the room woke to the site of (Y/N) being dragged out by the arm, some confused, others who caught a glimpse of the Grimm started to panic.

(Y/N), still kicking and screaming, watched as other beowolves ran into the building through the doorway he was about to exit, snatching up others from his room and the rooms adjacent to it. One of the final things he noticed was the bodies of the caretakers, mutilated in a pool of their own blood, lying on the floor. He had time to gasp just before the beowolf accidentally dragged him headfirst into the door frame, knocking him out immediately.

The six-year-old didn't know where he was when he awoke. What he did know was that there was something very, very wrong with his right arm. He slowly raised it as he came to, looking over the bloody bandages that covered it before memories of the past hour rushed back. The ache in his head was ignored as he shot into a sitting position, looking around frantically, his breath escalated. A harsh growl from behind him forced him to turn around. A short yelp escaped (Y/N)'s mouth as he started to crawl back only to bump into someone else - another kid, no older than him. The beowolf's head inched closer, snarling at the frightened child when a voice boomed over it.

"Enough!"

(Y/N)'s head snapped to the right to see a tank of a man walking out of from a doorway, the room he came from obscured by his size alone. The man had pale skin and a head of long blonde hair that ran down his back. Vibrant green eyes stared the beowolf into a resentful submission. The man paid (Y/N) no mind as he looked out over the group. The younger boy did the same, noticing that the entire orphanage was here, as well as others who lived in the small town outside of Vale's main kingdom. The man spoke again. "Mistress, they are all awake." He spoke in a deep but smooth voice. Had (Y/N) been older, he'd have seen the possibility for seduction.

The large man stepped aside after speaking, allowing the smallest Grimm (or what he assumed was a Grimm) he had ever seen to appear from the same doorway. It was nothing more than a pale yellow orb floating on a black base seemingly covered in teeth. Thin red tendrils hung from the bottom, each coming to a silver tip. His eyes widened when the orb spoke.

"Hello, children." Said the voice of a woman. "I hope the journey here was not too painful. If it was, then get used to it." She spoke in a slow, ominous manner, one trying to incite fear. "For those of you still wondering why you're here, and when you get to leave, I can answer both. You are all here because I have selected you to become elite fighters, working in the shadows, and working for me, to assist in my endeavors. But do not mistake this for some sort of huntsman training. As for when you can leave? The answer is simple, really. You can't. All of your families are dead. You are the only survivors from that village. You are all on your own but worry not, for I will give you new purpose. When you complete my training or survive, that is, you will be released into my service." She was abruptly cut off.

"Yeah?! Well, what if I don't want to?!" All heads turned towards the voice, settling on none other than Rory. He stood up, challenging whoever this person was. The beowolves behind him began to growl. The woman in the orb said nothing. It was clear she heard him, however, and it was clear she was not pleased.

The tendrils that previously hung lifelessly began to rise and point at Rory. He realized what was about to happen and started begging, but it was far too late to take it back; his pleas fell on deaf ears. "No! W-Wait, no!" The thin appendages shot forward, impaling Rory in several places before lifting him off the ground, while everyone else watched in horror.

Using a strength no one knew a Grimm with arms that small had, the orb threw Rory off to the side. He picked his head up just in time to see the four beowolves in the room pounce on him. Some of the children refused to watch, while others couldn't look away. (Y/N), however, saw every second of it. Rory was viciously torn apart, his screams cut off when his lower half was separated.

"Now." Started the woman on the orb. "Any more questions?"