A/N: Here you go everyone, the next chapter. I hope you enjoy.

The Mysterious Boy

The multiple tapping sounds were starting to annoy her, albeit she was the one making them but that didn't make them any less of a nuisance. One finger was tapping the table. Her pencil was poking at her notebook. And her foot wouldn't stop beating the floor. Yang tried to stop herself but she was just to anxious for her last class to be over with.

The blonde usually wouldn't have trouble paying attention to Doctor Oobleck as he zipped around the room but the thought of her little sister lying in in the infirmary bothered her to no ended. Yang saw at the corner of her eye Blake and Weiss' concerned looks but she ignored them. She knew they meant well but she was starting to get irritated with them consistently telling her not to worry.

Finally, the bell rang and the professor dismissed the class but before she could get up she felt two pairs of hands hold her down. Yang looked at her friends wounding why they were keeping her in place. Both however seemed to be keeping their eyes on their classmates as the left. Once the last student left Blake and Weiss turned their attention onto her.

"Yang…" Blake said softly.

"Don't say it." Yang gritted through her teeth.

"You need to calm down," Weiss stated.

"Would you guys stop telling me to calm down!" The bawler yelled, beyond irritated now by her friends' concern. "My sister is in the infirmary. I have every right to be concern."

"We were with her this morning," the white haired girl said firmly, "you saw how well she was doing. They've probably let her go already."

"That's not the point!" Yang yelled, her frustration growing.

"Then what is!" Weiss yelled back.

"She almost died!" Her statement caused both of her friends to flinch. "She almost died. And I wasn't there for her."

"Yang, I know what that means to you." Blake said softly while resting her hand on the blonde's shoulder. Weiss had a confused look on her face, Yang quickly remember that her white haired friend was unware of what had nearly happened to Ruby and her years ago. "But this anxiety isn't helping you. It's only making things worse and causing you to lash out at everyone. Ruby is fine and safe. You should be grateful about that."

A small part of Yang wanted to keep fighting them on the matter but the rational part of her mind won out. Blake was right. She was getting so worked over what had happened that she had overlooked that her sister was still alive and well. She allowed herself to relax which caused her Faunus friend to smile. They left the classroom and decided to head to head for the infirmary to see if Ruby was still there. Along the way they came across some gossiping students.

"Did you hear what happened at the infirmary?" One said to another, catching Yang's attention.

"What happened?"

"A boy who was brought in yesterday woke up and freaked out."

"Why would he do that?"

"I don't know but apparently some nurses and the doctor got hurt. Even Professor Ozpin was there."

That last little bit of information was enough to cause Yang to pick up the pace. The only person they could be talking about was the kid that was brought in with Ruby. Knowing her sister she was probably close by. And the blonde had to make sure she was okay.

Once they made it Yang went to the first nurse she could find and asked if her sister was still there. The nurse directed her to a room that the blonde knew wasn't the one she left Ruby in. Which lead to her groaning her over sister's typical behavior. They headed to the room and found Professor Ozpin and Goodwitch discussing the now restrained patient. And Ruby was sitting in the corner of the room watching the boy.

"Ruby." Yang said sternly.

"Yang." Ruby said sweetly with a smile.

"What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to see him."

"Well…" Yang said eyeing her sister suspiciously, "you've seen him. So why are you still here."

"Well- I- ah," Ruby stuttered over her words but a sound from the patient caught her attention. The older sister looked and saw the boy beginning to move.

Isolde couldn't help but admire her new product. After hours of her persuasiveness, the official finally gave her the codes to the weapons crates. The arsenal inside them was quite impressive. From the latest guns to the highest grade explosives. The dark haired woman could see the profit that she could make form them. Her attention of the weapons was diverted when Delwyn walked in.

"Well?" She asked the brown haired man.

"It's done." He stated flatly. "Quick and painless as you requested."

"Good." Isolde stated as she took out her scroll and began making taking stock of her new weapons. Delwyn however remained in the room. "Is there something else?"

"The White Fang have made contact with us."

"Really?" She asked, a bit surprised by the information. "They've been quite since their failed little coup."

"Seems that they are trying to regain their footing."

"If they can pay give them what they want." Isolde ordered. Delwyn nodded and turned to leave but she stopped him. "One more thing, add them to the bidding list."

"Do you really think they'll even be able to outbid the others?" He questioned.

"No. But it extends an olive branch to them, as wells as increases the bidding."

"We'll have to get it back before we can sell it." Delwyn stated firmly.

"You worry too much." She said offhandedly. "We'll get it back, in time."

When he started to regain consciousness Tristan tried to remember what had happened last time he was awake but his head felt groggy. The blonde tried to reorganize his thoughts but they kept slipping from his grasp. Then he tried to move, that's when he felt them. The restraints around his wrists and ankles.

No! No! No! He thought as he went into panic mode. His eyes snapped open and were blinded by the light above him. Tristan heard people around him which prompted him to fight his restraints but they were on tight. The blonde continued to fight them until someone stood over him, a silver haired man with glasses.

"Young man, please calm down." The man said to him while placing his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Who are you?" Tristan demanded. His thoughts quickly fell back to the last person he saw. "Where's the girl? What have you done with her."

The man looked to his side and Tristan followed his view. There she was the red hooded girl who had saved him. She and a look of worry on her face. There were others in the room. Three girls that looked slightly older then him and an older woman. All of whom had various looks on their faces, perhaps because of his outburst.

"Where am I?" The blonde boy asked as he started to calm down.

"You're in the infirmary of Beacon Academy." The older blonde woman answered sternly.

The answer surprised Tristan. Why would he be taken to Beacon Academy of all places? Then he looked back at the silver eyed girl. Was she a student here? How? She looked as young as him and he was only sixteen.

"Who are you?" He asked while keeping his eye on the dual colored haired girl.

"I am Professor Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy," the man stated.

"Professor Goodwitch," the older blonde woman said.

"I'm Weiss Schnee." The girl in all white said. Tristan knew that name very well.

"Blake Belladonna." The amber eyed girl stated flatly.

"Yang Xiao Long." The young blonde girl said. For some reason she was eyeing suspiciously. Then Yang rested her hand on the hooded girl's should "And this is my sister, Ruby. From what I've heard you saved her. Is that true?"

"After she saved me." Tristan answered the fellow blonde.

"Thank you for that." She said gratefully.

"What happened?" Ruby finally spoke up. "Why did those men want to kill you?"

The blonde boy didn't know how to answer her question. There was the truth. But the truth was a very personal and delicate secrete of his. But could he trust these people that he didn't know anything about? Maybe Ruby, she did go out of way to save a complete stranger. But still. Tristan rarely trusted anyone these days.

"I… um… I guess you could say I was doing a little hero work." He lied. Ruby cocked her head, seemingly in interest at his statement. "I just happened to come across some people doing some questionable business practices."

"Vigilantism isn't exactly legal, young man." Goodwitch stated with a stern domineer.

"Well," Ruby spoke up, awkwardly rubbing the back of her head, "I ended up doing that a little bit myself when we first met."

"You happened to be in the wrong place at the right time, Ms. Rose." The older woman's firm voice seemed make the young girl shrink. "And you were lucky I arrived when I did."

"Glynda." Ozpin said softly but firmly. The older woman backed down. "Now, what is your name?"

"My name is Tristan." He figured he didn't have to lie about that, it wasn't like they could find anything on him.

"Tristan…" The man clearly wanted him to continue.

"Just Tristan." The boy said quietly. "I was orphaned at a young age. Tristan was the only name I ever knew."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Ozpin said solemnly, but then he bore a more serious expression. "Can you explain why you acted so rashly when you awoke before?"

"I…" Tristan stuttered to answer. Again he was stuck between telling the truth and his lack of trust. I decided on a semi-truth. "It would be the first time I work up somewhere I wasn't familiar with. Hasn't always been a good experience."

"I see." The older man said. Then he pulled out a bag with one of his syringes in it. "And what about this. From what we can tell this is quite potent. But we decided to administer it to you after you began to having violent convulsions. That was when you woke up the first time."

"I… I have a very rare heart condition." Tristan said. "I diagnosed at the orphanage and I can't remember what it is called. But it can cause me a great deal of pain. That medicine is special made for me."

"And the erratic behavior?" Goodwitch asked. "You hurt some of our medical staff."

"I am sorry about that. It can have that effect on me." He said meaningfully. "Look could I have these restraints removed, they're rather uncomfortable."

"Now that we have cleared everything up." The man moved to remove the restraints. Goodwitch looked like she wanted to protest but she stayed silent.

"Thank you." Tristan said as he rubbed his wrist. "Am I free to go."

"And where would you go?" Ozpin said with a small smile. To which the young boy couldn't answer. "Besides I believe the doctor would like you to stay and rest at least for one more day."

"Ladies, I believe that will be all for today." He said to the four young girls in the room. "Ms. Xiao Long, I would like to talk to you in my office. Alone."

"Um, Professor," Ruby said quietly. "Could I um… stay for a moment. I'd like to talk to Tristan."

"Ruby, why do you want-" Yang began to ask but was interrupted by Ozpin.

"Of course, Ruby." He said, however he motioned for everyone else to leave. After everyone else left the Tristan just stared at the girl and she stared back. Cause a moment of silence between them.

"Um… Hi." She was the first to break the silence.

"Ah… Hi." The blonde said awkwardly.

"Um, I'm Ruby Rose." The girl reintroduced herself.

"Ah, Tristan." He continued the awkwardness of the conversation. And again they just started at each other.

"Thank you." Ruby's said quietly throwing him off at the change in direction of the conversation.

"What?" He asked wondering what she could be thanking him for.

"Thank you for saving me." She said with smile.

"Well you saved me first." Tristan stated. "Why did you save me?"

"Why won't I?" Ruby asked looking confused.

"Well, I'm a complete stranger." He said. "You didn't know me. You didn't have a reason to come to my aid."

"I don't need a reason to do what is right." The hooded girl said with a smile. "Besides, I'm working to become a huntress. It's my duty protect others."

Is she for really? Tristan questioned, baffled by her chivalry. "Well, thank you Ruby."

"You're very welcome." She turned to leave. "I hope you get better. Oh and welcome to Beacon."

After Ruby left the blonde laid back down back down on his bed still a little stunned by her behavior. How could anyone be so selfless. It didn't make sense to him. Why would anyone be so selfless. Tristan could only ponder this as he lay in the room.