It had been weeks since the end of the second semester of Beacon and the beginning of the third.

In that time, team JNPR had gotten used to the new P on their team. i.e, how she doesn't eat, sleep, and is always trying to keep a positive atmosphere.

Team CCDE was caught in an explosion created by the luck of a certain Faunus that will not be named, while they were out shopping around Vale for the dance only a month or so away. Their clothes ended burned away. During training, thanks to luck from the Faunus that will not be named...well, it was actually thanks to the headmaster himself, Coin's gauntlets overheated from the fire dust he had. He was lucky his hands didn't get blown off. Eren's cable hooks wrapped around the bleachers in the combat room, broke the bleachers of the combat room, stuck a bleacher in the wall of the combat room, and snapped his tesla cables and almost his arm. The Mechashift gears in Caylin's Arkive Blade were absolutely destroyed, with the nozzle out of alignment to everything else.

Just great.

All that said, team CCDE were out of commission until everything was fixed.

Currently team CDE was at their table for lunch, with the combination of RWBY and JNPR. And while all wondered, it was Penny that finally asked.

"Where...is Mr. Monte?"

"Probably out with his girlfriend." Eren shrugged as he put his head in his hand. The statement made one of the leaders gag on their milk some.

"Hold on! His what?!" Ruby stood up some from her seat, staring down the the orange haired Faunus. "He has...a what?..."

Eren shrugged as he crossed his arms. "I honestly don't know. But it could be what I said." He then looked away with a sigh. "At least to some degree with these god aweful fandoms..."

"Wait...a girlfriend?" Yang raised a brow. "How is that possible?"

"For plot." Nora and Eren shrugged in a synchronized fashion, before drinking their orange juice...which they shouldn't have since it was afternoon and not morning...

"But..." Ruby slumped back in her seat comedically, groaning.

"Is that why he hasn't been making practice?" Weiss questioned.

"I hope not." Coin sighed, slamming his head down on the table. "It's a stupid reason to miss it."

"Well, I mean it doesn't matter. You wouldn't be cleared to the field anyway." Blake pointed out bluntly. An odd red in her cheeks as her ears twitched.

"IT'S NOT ABOUT THE JOB WE LITERALLY GO TO SCHOOL TO GET GRADED ON, IT'S ABOUT THE RESPECT WE DON'T GET AT ALL!" Eren screamed in a comedic fashion, flailing around as he did. It made Blake and Yang sweatdrop silently.

"Actually-" Delsin started, but was stopped when he caught a metal tray just inches away from his temple. Still he kept his composure, and turned around. "Eren. Knock it off." He spoke coldly at the fox Faunus, before closing his hand into a full fist, bending the tray into a ball.

Eren just shrugged, getting onto his feet with his ears twitching aggressively. "Well, later. I have...things...to do...that are important-"

"Go!" Nora exclaimed as she pushed him to the side, urging him to run away from the lunch hall.

With him running out, Blake let out a sigh of relief, the red in her cheeks fading slowly. "Oh thank God..."

"And what's with you?" Yang questioned, resting her head in her hands as she looked at her teammate. She only received a scolding look from the Cat Faunus. "What? I'm curious."

"I don't want to talk about it..." she huffed, looking away.

The leader of team CCDE walked his way down the courtyard, bruised all over. Something he had gotten used to over the last few days. His schedule consisted of getting up, training with Raven, barely learning anything else during the day because he was training with Raven most of the time, and being beaten to a pulp by his headmaster's older sister. What a few days it has been.

Why him?

Trying to get the crook out of his neck from when his mentor kicked him in the neck, Caylin walked down the hall of the dorm building, to his room, and opened the door.

What he was greeted with was a near miss bullet shot at him. But instead it hit the wall to the room right across from them. He looked back at the hole the bullet had made, before looking into his dorm to see Eren sitting by the drawer with the bare frame of his great blade.

"Eren, the hell?" The team leader started, walking into the room.

"Stop right there!" The fox Faunus shouted, pointing back at Caylin with a screwdriver in hand. "Do NOT take another step!"

Caylin raised a brow, tilting his head to the side. "What's with you? Why are you...tinkering with my stuff?"

"Because I don't trust people I don't know. Or who are irrelevant to the plot." He replied, not taking his attention off the bare weapon and continuing his work. "Besides I need to keep my hands busy and my mind occupied."

"But...why my weapon?"

"Because I fixed mine already." He kept working, finding he was almost finished. "And Coin's. Delsin didn't need any help with his stuff."

"Well...you've been productive." Caylin looked around, seeing the red metal plating of his blade on his bed.

"Oh yeah, productive isn't a word I'd use." Eren started, grabbing the trigger handle of the weapon and twisting it. The frame began to twist and change, but stopped abruptly as the Mechashift gears jammed up. It made the fox Faunus groan. "I'd call it trail and error."

There was silence, before speaking. "So...Progress? Productive progress-"

"Out!"

"M-Momma!" A child, not over the the age of three called out from the arms of his father, a young man with tanned brown skin, brown eyes and black hair. They both stood from the porch of a small shack in the middle of the field, watching a woman in a tanned and white cloak.

The woman looked up from the plains she stood in, her golden eyes gazed upon them, and she gave them a gentle wave with her free hand. Her second hand was holding the handle of the wooden cart full of crops. Mistral was thriving in agriculture at this time of year, and the crops were plentiful.

She made her way down the dirt path with a genuine smile on her face. She set up the crops inside for the next few weeks worth of trade on the market, with a small portion of it being supplied to only them. Once she got everything set she went inside the compact two story home.

The woman rain her hand through her raven black hair, coming towards the man sitting at the round table with the infant child in his arms. She got up behind him, before leaning in and pressing his lips against his cheek. "How is he?"

"He misses you." The young man smiled, turning over to look at her. The woman gave a little "Awe!" Before reaching out and taking the baby in her arms. The golden eyed woman rocked herself side to side gently for her child, to which it cooed and giggled for its mother. She wore one of the biggest smiles in her life.

Hours passed, dinner was made and eaten by the two adults. The sun for them was about to set. The woman no longer wore her blue overalls and straw hat, instead trading out for a simple white T-shirt and comfortable but appealing yoga pants.

The woman gave a sigh, looking out the window to the plains of the farm. It was perfect. All of it. And nothing could make it better.

But suddenly she saw something outside, in the plains. A figure dressed in a black trenchcoat, with crimson red slid back hair, bull horns pointed back, and a white mask with red detailing.

In no time at all, the woman lost her smile, her eyes narrowing. "Charon, go upstairs." She spoke plainly, getting up from her seat. It brought nothing but confusion to her lover.

"Why? Dear, what's wrong?" He got up from his seat, only to receive the death flare of his wife.

"Get upstairs, and watch Bell. Now." And without a word, before Charon could even respond, she left for the door, opening it and walking through the frame. All her husband could do was watch.

The black haired woman made her way down the stairs of the porch. In front of her, the red haired bull Faunus in a black trenchcoat.

"Leave. Now." She demanded with nothing but aggression in her tone and on her face. "I have no problem killing you, Taurus."

To that, the masked Faunus sighed. He put his hand on the sheathed sword's handle. "I don't want to fight you. I only want to talk."

The golden eyed woman simply ignored. The wind around the, began to pick up, blowing around them and quickly picking up the pace. The young woman was soon lifted up by the winds, gritting her teeth as she levitated feet in the air. Her hair blew out of her left eye to reveal her scarred face, only amplifying her rage. Completely with burning gold eyes.

"Leave!"

"This is important! Listen, please!" Adam shouted. But it fell upon deaf ears. In no time at all, the woman shot herself forward towards the masked Faunus, who was ready to unsheathe his blade. She reeled her arm back, but just when she was about to land her fatal blow, she stopped dead in her tracks. Palm open with a sparked flame just inches from Adam's face. Her eyes were wide. What she saw, she couldn't believe.

The bull Faunus took a step back, letting go of the grip of his sword. All the while a young woman took a step beside him. She had a medium brown skin, with dark red eyes and light lime-green hair, straight fringe and bangs along with two long locks on either side of her back. She wore and intricate white top over a brown crop top, along with white pants and brown chaps that end at her calves and overlong belt. Her feet consisted of simple brown boots.

The young woman in white and brown raised her hands, slowly taking step after step towards the older woman, who just stared blankly with glazed over eyes. "Listen, please. I wouldn't be here unless it was urgent." Emerald stated, putting a hand on the woman's hand. After a moment her golden eyes lost their glaze, and she fell to her knees, tears rolling down her face.

"Cinder, please listen..." Emerald pleaded. The Fall Maiden simply gave a low growl as she looked up at her former underling. "What...do you want?..."

"You told me I was taming a monster. Not taking care of a child!" Raven shouted at the headmaster from the other side of his desk, as he scrolled through his paperwork. The sight of her brother sober and working was still something to behold.

"I told you you'd be training a beast." He deadpanned.

"And how is it I've been taking care of a child, who barely has the experience to pass the entrance exam?" The raven narrowed her eyes, her arms crossed.

"Because I lied." With that, Qrow looked up to his sister. "I told you we had an unnatural student, probably close to you in terms of powers, and you came running back here. Why is that?"

"Because, if a power like that fell into the wrong hands-"

"Like yours?" The old crow got up from his chair, walking around his desk to the woman in red. "Tell me, were you planning to treat him like you did the Spirng Maiden? Huh?" Slowly he got closer, seeming more and more aggressive than before. "Either he's useful to your cause or he's dead weight?"

The woman just stared, shaking her head. "What I did was nothing more than mer-"

"Shut it! Okay? The actual grown up, who at least tried to be there for the people he cared about, is speaking!" Qrow shouted, standing over his sister. "I don't care if you think he's a child. You said it yourself. He's a monster in human form. If he lost control it would be disastrous. So teach him not to."

There was a moment of silence as the two stared at each other, before the eldest turned away. "When did the wobbling drunk become the next Ozpin?" She spoke in disgust.

"I'm nothing like him." He spat back, stepping away. "I'm nothing like him, or Salem, or you." He then let out a sigh, turning back to the view of the school grounds. "All I want...Is to make sure these kids are ready. No factions, no sides."

"That's not possible, and you know it." Raven stated, taking a step forward before stopping. "I've tried. It doesn't work all that well."

"That...is because the tribe pillages, steals, kills, backstabs everyone around their general vicinity." Qrow sat back in his chair, resting his head in his palm. "You have trust issues. Mr. Monte could help you overcome that. You're afraid of being loved. Mr. Monte could help you overcome that."

There was silence for a moment, as Raven thought for a moment. "He's not going to love me. He's scared of me."

"Of course, you're that reluctant type of MILF." He spoke calmly.

And he didn't flinch when a mug flew inches past his head to shatter as it hit the glass window.

"That was my favorite mug." He said, turning back to his sister and opening a drawer in his desk to pull out another mug and set it on the table.

The beautiful raven just narrowed her eyes. "I hate you..."

"Love you too, sis."