Noir's p.o.v.

After initiation, I went to my own dorm and rest up for classes. Once I woke up and got ready, heading to class, I start thinking about what I heard earlier. Apparently Professor Port was moved to a different class to make room for a new teacher. Anyway, I make it to my first class and see a few other students seated. Some of them I recognize, others I have no clue of. I just take a seat in the front and overhear some of the conversation.

Student1: And then she said that I said that he said-

Student2: You know, for a hardass, Glynda is pretty hot-

Student3: Did you hear we are getting a new teacher?

Student4: Yeah. Speaking of which, where the heck is the teacher? I say if they don't show up in the next 15 minutes, we're legally allowed to leave.

Student3: Well, I heard that this teacher is a former Huntsman from Vacuo.

Noir:... 'That's just a coincidence.'

Student3: And that he is a sort of brawler slash inventor kind of guy.

Noir: 'A lot of people are like that.'

Student3: Also his name is (y/n) (l/n).

Noir: 'Fuck.'

Ok, so my dad is going to be teaching here?... No disrespect for my father, but the man is not the slightest bit merciful when it comes to training. He made learn how to kill a Creep by experience at the age of twelve with a rusty pocket knife for crap sake! He gave me a sawed off for my 14th birthday for whatever reason. As cool as it was, I still think a dog would have been better in the end.

In short, I can probably handle what he has in store. Not so sure about everyone else.

Student4: Well, I'm leaving.

Student3: Oh come on, dude.

He starts walking to the door and grabs the door knob. Just then the door swings open, knocking him over to the side.

Ruby: We made it!

Teams RWBY and JNPR make their way to the seats as the student trying leave just got back up with a groan and reaches for the door knob again.

Student4: Ok... once more onto the brea-

The door once again swings open and hits him, but this time it sends him flying half way across the room. A familiar man wearing casual clothes and black gauntlets walks into the class and over to the desk while carrying a duffle bag.

3rd p.o.v.

(Y/n): Sit down, shut the fuck up! My name is Professor (y/n) (l/n), and I'm going to make your lives a living hell for the next four years... Oh hi, Noir!

He steps over the unconscious student and sets his bag on the table. Once he does, he glances over to Noir and notices his sunglasses and folded ears. For a split second his eyes flick over to his right. Possibly to a certain other family member of Noir's.

(Y/n):... Let me point something out for all of you. From this day forward, you will not be receiving homework in my class.

Everyone: Woohoo!

Weiss: Augh.

Noir: Wait for it.

(Y/n): You will , however, be graded on your capability and efficiency in certain combat scenarios . Think of this as an advance combat class only this time it has an actual impact on your future. Alsoyoumightdie. Now! Before we begin, do any of you have any questions?

Ruby: Um. Excuse me, Professor (y/n)?

He reaches into his duffle bag and pulls out a clip board.

(Y/n): Yes, Rubyyyyyyy Ross?

Ruby: Actually, it's Ruby Ro-

(Y/n): Fantastic. What's your question?

Ruby: I thought Professor Port would be teaching this class.

(Y/n): Ah, yes. Well, there was an accident yesterday.

[Flashback]

Out in the streets of Vale, Professor Port takes a walk while playing an app on his scroll.

Port: Confound it! I still don't understand as to why kids are so interested in this Flappy Nevermore game.

As he crosses a street, not paying attention, a car suddenly collides into Port and sends him flying. He makes a hard landing on the pavement as his scroll shatters next to him.

Port: Argh! I landed on my keys!

The driver continues to speed down the road.

(Y/n): Oh shit, did I hit a bison!?

[Present]

(Y/n): He should be back on his feet in a few months. Any more questions?

Jaune: Yeah. What was that about us dy-

(Y/n): Great! From now on, we will be taking our classes outside. Collect your things and meet me at the front of the school.

The students grab there school essentials with some murmuring and head out the door, one of them drags the unconscious student on the floor out. As the last student walks out, Noir makes his way to (y/n).

(Y/n): Hey, kiddo!

Noir: Hi dad. I actually have a question or two. How, why and when?

(Y/n): Well, after you left, I got a call from Ozpin.

[Another flashback]

The two share a short hug. As they seporate, Noir walks into the airship as the ramp begins to close, leaving his father where he is. Once the airship finally takes off, (y/n) watches it fly off into the distance until it is finally out of sight.

(Y/n): "sigh" I guess it's just me and the voice inside my head-

*ring ring*

(Y/n):... And the asshole that just ruined this moment.

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his scroll. The collar id is from someone he hasn't seen in a long time. (Y/n) presses a button and holds it up to his ear.

(Y/n): Hey hey, Ozzy Ozpin! Long time no hear! How the hell did you get this number?

Ozpin: Hello, (y/n). It has been a while.

(Y/n): Yeah, time flies when you are fired as a Huntsman. Now back to my question.

Ozpin: I don't want to go through that discussion again. I actually have a proposition for you.

(Y/n): It was Glynda, wasn't it?

Ozpin: I would like you to teach here at Beacon.

(Y/n):..... Did you spike your coffee again?

Ozpin: If you do this, I will pardon you of what happened at Mistral.

(Y/n): How was I suppose to know she was one of the Councillor's daughter? Fine, I'll teach at your not sandy school.

Ozpin: Excellent! Be sure to arrive in the morning.

(Y/n): Tell Glynda her tits still look nice.

*beep*

(Y/n): Well, I guess this is happening.

[Present]

(Y/n): And that's why this is happening. Also, I ran over Port. Hey, you want to be my class assistant? I'll give you an -A for the whole semester.

Noir: Wait! You ran over- -A?... Sure, why not.

(Y/n): Awesome. Let's get going before the rest of the students find out they have the right to leave in 15 minutes.

Noir:... Thats not a thing.

(Y/n): Hey! Who's the Professor here?

He grabs his duffle bag and they both head to the front of the school where the rest of the students are.

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A/n: I can already tell this story is going to be a bitch to write. But, I'm not giving up!