[Location: Beacon training room]

Natalie stands in one corner of the room, sweating and breathing heavily, while wielding Blue Mist in sword form. Standing in the middle of the room is (y/n) holding Stabby over his shoulder with a bored expression.

(Y/n): You want a glass of water?

She charges at him with a mock battle cry.

(Y/n): Guess not.

He steps to the side and sticks his foot out. Without anytime to react, Natalie trips on the appendage and staggers for a few feet. She turns around with an annoyed expression.

Natalie: Stop doing that!

(Y/n): Stop being predictable.

She charges at him again, but this time she changes her weapon into it's pistol mode and fires at (y/n). He blocks every shot with his sword as she gets closer. As she is near, Natalie transforms it back to a sword and swings at (y/n). Only for it to be blocked as well.

(Y/n): Your timing was off.

She pulls back and goes for a wide swing. (Y/n) simply moves his head back to dodge it.

(Y/n): Grip is too tight.

Natalie thrusts her weopon at his mid section, only for it to be parried. It is thrown out of her hand and in the air. (Y/n) places his sword on her neck, claiming a 'kill'.

(Y/n): Now it's too loose.

He sticks his hand out to the side and catches her weapon by the handle. Placing his sword on his back, he transforms Blue Mist back into a pistol and hands it back to Natalie.

(Y/n): I'll be honest, you're much better at shooting than sword fighting. Why not just stick with that and use melee when necessary?

Natalie: "gasp" Because "gasp" I need to "gasp" get better at "gasp"-

(Y/n): Alright alright. Go get a drink of water before trying to talk to me.

They walk to the exit as Natalie grabs a water bottle and chugs half of the bottle in one go.

(Y/n): Care to try again?

Natalie: "gulp" "gulp" Aahhhh~ I want to get better at sword fighting just in case of anything. My aunt always told me that I should learn in any way to fight, which is why she taught me how to use Blue Mist.

They walk through the halls back to their dorm.

(Y/n): She sounds like a paranoid old lady with twelve cats.

Natalie: Actually, she has five dogs.

(Y/n): I noticed how you didn't comment on the paranoid part.

Before they could walk any further, a door bursts open and a certain girl with a bow runs out and down the hall.

Ruby: Blake! Wait! Come back!

Natalie and (y/n) poke their heads in through the door to see the remaining team of RWBY standing around looking shocked.

(Y/n): So I'm just gonna take a stab in the dark and saaayyy, Weiss did it.

Weiss: Excuse me?!

Natalie: What happened?

Ruby: Blake... is a faunus.

Weiss: And part of the White Fang!

Yang: We don't know that.

Natalie: I had no idea.

(Y/n):... Wait. None of you knew?

Everyone just simply stare at (y/n) in confusion.

Ruby: You already knew?

(Y/n): Well yeah. Have you ever seen her without her bow? Not to mention, I have seen it twitch every now and then. I've seen her eat a lot of tuna every time I see her in the mess hall, which led to...

Flashback [Location: Library]

As Blake reads a book, she is approached by (y/n) holding something behind his back.

(Y/n): Hey Blake, I need your help with something.

Blake: O... kay?

(Y/n): First off, can you tell me what this smells like?

He hands her a small pouch filled with strange leaves.

Blake: "sniff" Smells kind of weird... "sniff"

(Y/n): Anyway, I am trying to figure out the White Fang's transition from a peaceful protest to what they are now, for an assignment. Seeing as you are a bookworm, you wouldn't happen to have any Idea of this subject, right?

Blake: "sniff" Well "sniff" the White Fang did start out as peaceful protesters "sniff" but it was the change in leadership "sniff" that completely changed their perspective. "snoooooorrrrrrrrrt"

And just like that Blake's head falls onto the table, dropping the bag of catnip.

(Y/n):... So you're a cat faunus?

Blake: don' tellllsh eneeeone.

(Y/n): Your secret is safe with me.

[Present]

(Y/n): Let's just say it was obvious.

Natalie: Well, I am sure everything will be all right.

Ruby: I hope so...

(Y/n): Okay, I didn't say anything for the past two minutes. But God damn Natalie, your sweaty ass needs a shower!

(Y/n) and Natalie walk back to their dorm. Natalie goes over to take a shower. As (y/n) walks into the dorm, he sees Brock fast asleep and Elly clipping her toenails.

Elly: Hey guys. "clip" What's up?

(Y/n): Not much. Natalie sucks at sword play and Blake ran away because her team found out she's a faunus.

Elly: Wait, what?

(Y/n): Eh. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Right now, sleep.

Brock: "mumble" Amen...

A few hours later, the whole team was done with the day and fast asleep. Besides (y/n) of course. He stayed up all night as usual, steadily flowing dark energy into his team as they sleep.

[Two days later]

(Y/n)'s p.o.v.

It's been a few days after Blake ran away, while Brock and I are hanging out in our dorm. Him sharpening the saw blades on his gauntlets, while I am reading 'I have no mouth and I must scream'. Suddenly, Elly barges in holding her scroll up.

Elly: Guys! Check this out!

Brock and I stop what we were doing and look at the scroll.

(Y/n):.......... For a limited time only, get breast implants half off?

Brock: What's wrong with the boobs you have now?

Elly brings her scroll back and taps it a few times.

Elly: "mumble" Stupid ads... Okay, now look.

She brings her scroll back to our faces.

(Y/n):... White Fang attack at the docks?

Brock: That's a bit too close for my liking. How did they even get here without being detected?

(Y/n): Take off the dumb uniforms, and they can fit in with the crowd.

Elly: Which is why we are going to be training today. Natalie is already in the training room, waiting for us. Let's go.

Brock: You're the boss.

(Y/n): Mm-hmm.

We grab our gear and follow the team leader. A little practice couldn't hurt them that much...

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Salem: This story of yours seems to get more strange by each chapter, mortal.

A/n: Oh trust me, this story will make a complete 180 in due time.