Chapter 2: look out Beacon, my name is (Y/N)!

----(Y/N)'s pov----

It's been some time since I got here, to my real home. Now I'm 18, I reconstructed the house a bit, and I finally got to meet someone who's part of my true family!

"... *sigh*... that night really was the best thing to ever happen to me... "

'Well, kid, I'm glad it was. You're turning out to be a better fighter, now!' The mask floated near me, and I sat up from my new huge bed. In my new room, it's much larger, there's's better curtains, new dressers, a freakin' bathroom, and to top it off! a sky window, which I can close, thanks to the buttons near my bed.

".... I still can't believe it's been so long since I got here... "

'Yeah, you were like.... 8 or 9, and soon enough, here you are, nearly an adult, and you're about to go to a new school.... '

I saw the mask, and he looked sad.

'... if they were here, your parents would be so happy for you, kid... I know, I am.'

Smiling, I grabbed the duffle bag near my feet, and soon went downstairs to grab my weapon from the living room table.

Sure, it looks like a normal chainsaw modified with a sword handle, but it turns into a quad-barrel shotgun with a machete attachment when I press a button near the chainsaw's ignition.

"Hey, is this beauty... overkill?" I asked the mask as I held it up, and he laughed.

'Naw, it's something that your old man would probably use, and I wouldn't blame him. It's definitely in your taste, too.'

After that, I walked out the front door, and saw a bullhead landing nearby. A man with white hair stepped out, along with a sophisticated-looking blonde woman.

"Mr. Taylor." The man, now known as ozpin on closer inspection, said to me, and I smiled due to his name being a very big reminder of a certain black sabbath member.

"Hey there, Ozzy Osbourne."

"... I beg your pardon?"

"Oh, uh, sorry. Your name reminds me of a musician of legend. He made some beautiful music, you'd like it."

We all started to walk to the bullhead, but not before I stopped, checked my duffel bag, and quickly ran back inside my house, and grabbed a few things.

As soon as I can back, I immediately grabbed my bag, and unzipped it.

The blonde woman simply gave me a confused look. "What... what are those you're holding?... "

"Oh, just some earbuds, headphones, a few CD's, batteries, mix tapes, Sony CD walkman, and a tape-based walkman."

They both looked at me in confusion. "What-"

"Vintage music players and music. These have some of, if not, the best of the best music, you can ever listen to, PERIOD." I said to them, placing them in my duffle bag. We boarded the bullhead, and it soon started to pick up some speed. I walked up to the pilot, holding a mix tape.

"Hey?"

"Yeah?"

"Mind playing this?"

The pilot read what was written, and smiled. "Kid, I can see you've got real good taste in music." He grabbed it, and placed it in a cassette player. Soon enough, the ship was filled with one of my favorite songs. It was slither, by velvet revolver.

"You're a fan of velvet revolver?" The pilot asked me, showing a tattoo on his knuckles, while I unzipped my jacket, and showed him my shirt with their logo.

"Hell yeah!"

----Ozpin's pov----

Well, this is certainly uncalled for. Never in my life would I find someone knows mixtapes were a thing.

"Sir?.... is something the matter?.. " I heard Glynda ask me, and I smiled.

"No. If anything, I'm surprised that he knows of cassette tapes and CD's, that's all. Obsolete by today's standards, yet he still finds them to be the definitive way to listen to music."

Looking towards him, the boy was singing along with the track that was playing, along with the pilot. Seems that he's found a new friend.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"When you look you see right through me, Cut the rope, fell to my knees, Fallen, broken every single time... "

"Always keep me under finger, that's the spot where you run to me, might see some type of pleasure in my mind... "

"Yeah, here comes the water! It comes to wash away the sins of you and I, This time, you see... "

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

They took turns when singing, and also timed their voices for the chorus perfectly. Surprisingly, Glynda actually saw this and her eyes widened a bit.

"Impressed?"

"... a bit. While I find that the song isn't something I'd even think to listen to, I believe that it's what our students call a, 'Head banger'."

Amused at her attempt to seem relevant, I saw that those two were still at it, switching the role of vocals from one another.

"This will be a long flight."

----3rd person's pov----

After an hour filled with music ranging from hard rock to classics like "come a little bit closer", by Jay and the americans, the bullhead began to land. All the while, Ozpin immediately took notice of something that flew past him the first moment they ever met the boy.

His scars. Both his arms were mostly covered in them, leaving his hands to be clear... at least, clearer than what he saw above them... but that wasn't it.

It was his eyes. They seemed normal at a first glance, but where his eye color would be, it was replaced with what seemed to be... something out of fiction.

They were red, and slitted.

(Think of Naruto's eyes when he's beginning to go nine-tales.)

If anything, they were familiar... as if ozpin remembered someone describing what their child's eyes looks like....

"... no... he couldn't be... " Ozpin said under his breath, and looked to glynda.

"Glynda... "

"Yes, headmaster."

"... do you recall what summer said when she and her husband called about their missing child?... " She seemed surprised that he'd bring that up, but kept her composure nevertheless.

"Yes, that he was 9 years old, and that he had short black and dark brown hair.... oh, and red slitted eyes."

".... "

"Sir?.... why did you need me to-"

"Did anything seem.... noticeable when you first caught glance at Mr. Taylor... did... anything stand out?... "

Glynda started to glance back and forth at ozpin and (Y/N) for a second, until she saw what ozpin meant.

".... you mean, he's-"

"I can't say for certain, but.... we'll need to do a background check... but if my theory is correct... "

The both of them go silent as they look towards the boy, who is still singing along with the pilot.

"... then we may have found their missing child... "

----(Y/N)'s pov----

After a long hour of making a new friend, and singing to some of the best music ever made, I felt the bullhead connect to the ground, and I grabbed my things.

"Hey, kid!"

Turning my head around, I saw the pilot take his helmet off and smiled.

"The names is Miles. Miles Ferguson."

Looking back, I responded.

"(Y/N). (Y/N) Taylor."

We both shook hands, and after doing this, he grabbed the mix tape that we played, and handed it to me. I smiled, and handed back to him.

"Keep it. I feel like you may be the only person I know that still loves these." He was surprised at the gesture, and held it in his hand.

"You sure? I wouldn't want to-"

"No worries. I got like a ton more." Opening up my duffel bag, I showed him the amount of tapes and CD's that was filling up most of the space between my clothes and other things.

Looking back at the tape, and then at me, he smiled. "Thanks, (Y/N)."

"Don't mention it."

After that, I walked off the bullhead, and on to the landing area. Small and large piles of ammo, spare bullhead parts like wings, turrents, and other engine pieces were strewn about the place.

"... *Ehem*"

Turning around, I saw Ms. Goodwitch looking at me.

"Yeah?"

"If you would be so kind as to follow me. I'll be leading you through the school and to your dorm."

Walking ahead of me, I began to catch up to her, and while doing so, I heard the mask in my head. He was... snarling a little bit.

'What? What's wrong?'

'Somethings not right.... a familiar vibe.... that's what I'm feeling... '

'Someone who you know?'

'No.... who YOU know... '

I stopped in my tracks, and looked around.

'.... you sure that it's someone I know?'

'Yeah.... can't really tell who they are.... but the scent of their blood is familiar... '

"... shit... "

Goodwitch turned around quickly and gave me an unamused look. If anything, it reminds me of a Medusa look.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Oh, nothing!" I answered immediately. She kept looking at me until she turned around and continued to walk.

"Well, come along, then."

As I picked up the pace, I took in my surroundings, and the building in front of me.

".... well....  hello, beacon! My name is (Y/N)!"

"Mr. Taylor."

Jumping a bit from hearing Goodwitch, she walked up to me and... fixed my shirt collar? After she finished, she checked me out, looking up and down.

"If you're going to walk around without the proper attire, at least fix the outfit you're currently wearing."

Before I looked away from her in embarrassment, I could've sworn I saw her blush a deep shade of red before turning around and walking to the building's entrance.

After I caught up, I smirked.

"Oh, yeah..... this'll be a good school year."

End of chapter 2.