A/n: Oh sweet! The Father hit 100k reads! Awesome!

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Noir's p.o.v.

Noir: 'WHAT THE FUCK, DAD!?!?'

I silently glare at my loving caretaker as he just announced me sparring with my sister. Trying to look calm and collective, I make my way to the arena along with Blake. My faunus ears folded so hard to my head, I might pull a muscle. As I pass my father, he gives me a double thumbs up. If I wasn't wearing sunglasses, he'd see I'm squinting so hard with rage I'd look like I'm from Mistral.

Over all, most of the other students start to cheer for either Blake or me. It's a practice fight! It's not like people are betting money on this.

Ruby: Go Blake!

Nora: Break his legs!

Coco: You got this, Noir!

Jaune: Woo whoo! Go Blake!

So far, there seems to be more people rooting for Blake than the guy who was picked to be a one man team by Ozpin himself... Encouraging. Thankfully, I had most of team CFVY cheering me on with the exception of Fox. I'm pretty sure he's mute. Along with Yang, but frankly she's rooting for both sides..... Holy hell, that wasn't even intentional!

Anywho, we take our positions in the arena. Blake with her Gambol Shroud. Me with my Chimera. Our pictures and aura levels are shown on screens up above.

Noir: 'Ok, think. Why the hell would dad pull this shit if he knows full well my opinion of Blake?

(Y/n): Ready!

I pull my arms back, priming the gauntlets' firing mechanisms.

Noir: 'There's always a reason to his madness. So what's this one?'

She unsheathes her sword gun thing from the hatchet sheath and duel wields them.

(Y/n): Set!

Noir: 'Fuck it. I'll figure it out later. Just remember what she's capable of.'

(Y/n): FIGHT!!!

Noir: 'And for the love of Monty, don't lose control of your ears.'

I charge at Blake like a bullet, preparing to skewer her with my wrist blades. She steps back in surprise by the speed. As steel touches skin, she suddenly pops into a black cloud in her image. No time to look confused, I swing my arms up and block an attack from above.

A metallic clang resonates as sword meets gauntlets. I push her back as I extend both of my primary blades out, staring her down. I leap at her, ready to strike again. Before striking, I activate my semblance at the last second. As the world slows down around me, I can see Blake jump back as an exact copy of her is left behind.

I tear through the mimic and catch Blake by surprise with two slashes against her abdomen. The force of the blow launches her across the arena. A small grin forms on my face. As she gets back up, I run at her as I begin to shoot. Causing her to stumble a bit.

I shoot a grappling hook at one of her feet and pull hard. She trips over and falls on her back, knocking the wind out of her. I jump in the air and prepare to stomp her lungs out. I guess the idea of crushing Blake's ribcage was so enticing, I never noticed her roll out of the way and leave behind an ice clone. My feet crushes the ice, entrapping my legs on the spot.

Noir:..... 'Yeah, I deserve what comes next.'

I get a hard kick to my back. Knocking the wind right the fuck out of my lungs as I'm launched from the ice trap. I skid across the ground along with some ice shards until I come to a stop. Putting my hands under me, I push myself back up.

Blake: Why do you even try?

Noir: 'The fuck?'

I take a pause. Caught off guard from what sounded a young Blake. I'm also caught off guard from a kick to the head. I stumble back but quickly get my bearings and stand ready. She soon leaps at me, ready to slash at me with her sword. I fire a red dust shot at her. Only for her to dematerialise into smoke.

Noir: CRAP!

My legs suddenly get ensnared by what can only be that stupid ribbon from Gambol Shroud. She yanks the ribbon as hard as she can, making me fall flat on my face.

Kali: Just leave me alone. I don't want to deal with you right now.

I stumble to my feet in confusion from hearing my mother's voice now. After a second, it finally hits me in a metaphorical way.

Noir: 'Oh great. Me getting my ass kicked by this cunt is actually shaking loose repressed memories. Yeah, this is what I want to deal with right now.'

I charge at Blake once more. Firing a few shots at her to keep her from using that annoying semblance. Within striking distance, I swing a blade at her chest. Only for her to counter it with her hatchet. I quickly jab a fist to her stomach, launching her back a few feet. Leaping towards her, I fire a few more rounds towards her before throwing another punch at her temple. Knocking her back once again.

As she gets her bearings, we stand our grounds for a moment. A second later, we dart at each other with weapons at the ready. I swipe at Blake, she disappears into black smoke, and I quickly spin around to block a chop from her sword and hatchet. She launches her leg up and strikes my side. This stuns me, and she soon smashes the handle of her sword to my face. Sending my head back in pain.

Ghira: God damn it! What have I told you about messing with my plants? Just go to your damn room, you brat!

Still dizzy, I feel a slash across my chest. Followed by a kick to my side again.

Kali: Annoying.

I try to swing my arm out. Only for Blake to duck down and slash upwards with both weapons. Forcing me back in a stumble.

Ghira: Useless!

Before I can try to gain focus, I suddenly feel another slash to my arm. Causing my body to twist to the side. Followed by a kick to the back of my knee. Forcing me to fall to the ground.

Blake: Pathetic.

Head throbbing. Body aching. Not sure if the wet feeling on my chin is blood or spit. All I know is that this is my boiling point. Hearing my former family's harsh words in my head, and getting beat down by the LAST person I want to deal with.

I clench my jaw to near breaking point in rage. I soon launch up and swing my arm again. Activating my semblance as well. As my vision changes to a yellow tint, I see Blake half way through her swing with her sword. My arm bashes away her weapon with the reinforced steel of my gauntlet. The sword is launched out of her hand as my other arm soon hurtles towards her face in an upper cut. Her face shifts into a look of shock and soon fear. Before contorting into a look of my fist smashing her face. All while in slow motion in my eyes.

I quickly fire a black dust shot at her soon after. My semblance deactivates immediately. Soon enough, the anti-grav dust takes affect and Blake just floats up in the air in confusion. I then jump up and deliver another hard punch at her. Forcing her to crash back down and skid across the arena. Losing her hatchet along the way.

Disarmed and disoriented, she tries to get back up as I make my way to her. I extend both blades on my gauntlets out as I just stare her down. More than happy to get seven years worth of pay ba-

*buzz*

Noir: Huh?

I look up in confusion. Only to remember that we're in a sparring match in class... Holy shit, I almost took a dark turn at the end there...

I glance up towards the screens and see Blake's aura level in the red. With mine not far behind in the orange.

(Y/n): Ok then. A pretty decent fight at the start. Got a little more feisty at the end there, though. Over all. Great fighting effort, work on your auras. Blake, shake it off and take a seat. Noir, go to the infirmary and get this.

He waves around his face. Implying that he means mine.

(Y/n): Checked up.

I raise my hand up and touch my lip. Pulling back, I see the tips of my fingers have a dab of blood on them. Not knowing how bad it actually might be, I do as I'm told and take my leave.

3rd p.o.v.

(Y/n): All right. Up next we'll haaaaaaavve Ruby Rose and Lie Ren.

As the two make their way to the arena, (y/n) looks towards the door where Noir exited through.

(Y/n): 'Hmmm. Kinda lost it near the end. I guess he's not ready yet... Maybe next time.'

As he looks back over to the two fighters, one of the students continues to look towards the door. Worrying for the well being of the secret faunus.

[Later that day]

As the day rolls on, classes finally end and the students retreat to their dorms or to other after school tasks.

Noir chooses to return to his dorm. After the sparring match against Blake, he was tasked to see medical attention. So far he had a few cuts, bloody nose, and a split lip. With bandages and aura at work, the injuries quickly healed up. Over all, he was tired.

As he finally makes it to his dorm, he finds a folded note taped to his door.

Noir: dafuq?

He takes the note off and unfolds it. Reading over what is written.

Dear Noir,

Meet me at the statue in the court yard at ten.

With no name of who wrote this, Noir looks over the note in confusion. He soon pulls out his scroll and checks the current time. 9:20. With some time to spare, he takes a walk around the dorms before heading to the note's destination.

Noir: 'Either this is some kind of love confession, or someone's gonna get their ass kicked because of a bad prank.'

After forty minutes, Noir finally heads out to the yard to meet up with this mysterious note person. Walking outside, he sees the statue not far off. Along with a figure standing near it. He can't see who it is in the dark from where he is, though.

Walking closer, their features get a little more clear. He can see that it's a girl based on the certain things, and that her back was facing him. More noticeably, he sees a familiar feature of...

(Vote on who it is)

Long golden locks. (Yang)

Rabbit ears jutting from her head. (Velvet)

A fashionable hand bag hanging from her shoulder. (Coco)

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A/n: And now to wait for people to comment they have bet money on the match...