An abomination.

Nuisances, pests, worthless, childish, deficient.

Adam could probably think up of more adjectives to describe his team but abomination seemed more appropriate. They were a hazard to his health and to his mental state. He has a Schnee who isn't fitted to be here. He has a mute, a child probably too young and too inexperienced to be admitted. Then he has a joke, a sarcastic clown with a smartass of a mouth.

Right after initiation, Adam secluded himself for the first night. He needed time alone to ponder how to survive the next four years with his new teammates. He knew that at some point they will drive his sanity off the cliff like a herd of sheep.

Well... The Mute wouldn't be able to considering her disability. Maybe the Joke and his witty comebacks could. But most definitely, he knew the Schnee will make him rip his hair off. And Adam liked his hair. He wasn't exactly prepare to be bald yet.

But the first night of meditating didn't do him any good. He couldn't come to any conclusions. All he felt was self-inner frustration and annoyance for no apparent reason. Upon the next morning, he came back to his dorm to find the Joke and the Mute still asleep. The Schnee was nowhere to be found considering his bed was completely empty.

Not exactly thrilled to start the first day of class, Adam dragged himself across the room with a grumble and reluctantly plucked his silly looking school uniform off the wall. When he did, he marched towards the bathroom only to find that it's locked.

"Schnee," Adam growled. "Get out."

"No," came the reply through the door.

"You have three seconds," the bull Faunus warned.

"No," Whitley immediately replied again.

"One," Adam counted as he tapped his foot impatiently. His threat didn't seem to get through the Schnee's head when he waited a second more.

"Two." If his eyes can set things on fire, Adam would've been burning this entire door down. Hell, this dorm will be burning into a blazing inferno.

"I'm glad you know how to count," Whitley snarkily retorted.

Adam's eyes twitched.

He didn't bother to count the last number as he was prepared to cut down this door with his weapon. Headmistress Salem could replace all the damn doors for all he cared. As Adam unsheathed Wilt from Blush, he raised his weapon over his head. Unfortunately for him, he was stopped in time when a hand grabbed hold of his wrist.

"Take it easy fella," Roman cautioned in his best calm and collected voice that Adam sometimes found annoying. "Neo is trying to sleep. She's mute, not deaf."

Adam narrowed his eyes at Roman before jerking his arm and sheathing back his weapon. Roman looked ridiculous in his pajamas. Adam questioned why must he wear a silk suit. He wasn't some legendary man. Absolutely ridiculous.

"Short tempered and selfish." Whitley uttered an annoyed sound right when he came out of the bathroom. He was fully prepared for class as his uniform seemed straight and his hair was in place. "Beats me why the Headmistress chose you as our team leader."

Before Whitley could pass by Adam, Adam stepped in his way and squared his shoulders at him. He menacingly glared down at his annoying, short stack teammate.

"Step aside," Whitley sized up to him. He stopped himself in time before he bumped into the bull Faunus. He glowered at him, raising his chin arrogantly as he refused to be looked down upon.

"Like I'll listen to a unpleasant child like you," Adam seethed.

"Perhaps I should call animal control and have you removed," Whitley sharply retorted.

"I would like to see you try with my blade down your throat," Adam threatened back.

They both glared at each other both growling like wild animals. Roman pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned at how childish his teammates were acting.

"This is turning out just like the divorce," Roman flatly joked as he watched the two uselessly argue just right outside the bathroom. He pulled out an unlit cigar and kept it between his lips.

"Disgusting," Adam venomously jeered when he took a single glance at Whitley. He pushed him aside with his shoulders and slammed the bathroom door behind him.

"What exactly are you insinuating?" Whitley crossed his arms and leaned on one foot when he caught a string of what Roman had said.

"Relax kid," Roman mumbled. "It was a joke. Trying to lighten up the mood."

The unlit cigar never fell from Roman's mouth when he spoke. When he patted himself and checked the night table for his lighter, he scowled when he couldn't find it. While Roman scrambled to find his cigar lighter, Adam came out of the bathroom with a disgruntled look. He didn't like being in tight clothing. He felt restricted and he looked like a silly school boy.

With all this disturbance going on, Neo sat right up from her bed with a displeased frown. She immediately threw her blankets off, strode into the bathroom, and came back out with a toothbrush in between her teeth. Her eyes drooped but still retained that murderous look.

"Neo, have you seen my lighter?" Roman tried checking under his bed.

Neo shook her head but pulled out her scroll. Her screen flashed bright and her nails clicked on the screen when she rapidly tapped on it.

"There's always time for a smoke," Roman huffed as he caught what Neo was implying.

"Fantastic," Whitley clicked his tongue. "We're going to be late at this rate."

Adam slung his weapon to his waist and made his way out the door until an irritating voice stopped him.

"Just where are you going?" Whitley interrogated.

"Where do you think?" Adam spat out.

"We should be walking to class as a team."

Adam made a sound of disagreement. "Not a chance."

Without any backpack or school supplies, Adam walked out. Neo slugged her backpack right when she came out of the bathroom. She snapped her fingers, and like magic, she instantly changed her appearance, switching from pajamas to her academy uniform. She skipped right out the door to class.

Whitley pinched the bridge of his nose and uttered out a deep inarticulate sound as he followed them out the door. He left Roman back in the room still in search of his lighter.

Right when Whitley walked into the classroom door, he wasn't surprised to find his dear sister sitting next to her girlfriend. What made him surprised was how infatuated Weiss seemed even when Whitley just witnessed the redhead girl shove two pencils in her nose pretending to be a walrus.

Then he was surprised again to find Roman stumbling right in time before the bell rang. Despite how crooked his tie seems and how his bowler hat conceal that unruly orange hair of his, he still made it in time.

"Hello class," a tall middle-aged man greeted everyone. His mustache wiggled when he looked around to scan the potential students in his class. "I am Arthur Watts. You are to address me as Dr. Watts, not Professor Watts. Do I make myself clear?"

He received many timid nods from all around save for a few handful.

"If you haven't noticed —" Dr. Watts paced back and forth agonizingly slow. He glared at each student in an intimidating way like how a militant officer would to his subordinates. "I will be teaching you Grimm studies. Your knowledge of Grimm will exceed your peers from other academies.

"I will mold each one of you into perfection, similar to a walking encyclopedia book. I will not tolerate failure." Dr. Watts enunciated his last words quite clear to get the point across. "Again, do I make myself clear?"

The doctor received a raised hand in the air and he sneaked a glance at the attendance sheet that had every students name and picture in his class.

"Yes Miss Rose?" He granted permission for her to speak.

He noticed that she was one of the few handful of students who wasn't nervous at all. In fact, she carried a confident but laidback smile.

"And what if one of us were to fail?"

"Pray child that I will show mercy," Dr. Watts answered. "Anymore questions?"

He looked all around and he received a mixed response. Some of them were nervous, but a good portion of the class showed no fear. He was delighted to see such potential prospects this year.

"Perfect." Dr. Watts walked behind his desk and took out an incredibly large textbook. "Let us begin."

"And these are the vitals points you would target when you come across an boarbatusk and a death stalker," Dr. Watts finished his lecture. "Questions?" He turned around from the board to face his students.

He frowned in disappointment to see that half of them were not paying attention.

One blond student somehow painted eyes on her eyelids to pretend that she was awake. Little does she know, she had a drool creeping down the corner of her mouth. Miss Rose seemed preoccupied with disrupting the widely known Miss Schnee whose face was tomato red. A raven haired student wouldn't stop sighing as she kept checking the time on her scroll. The red haired bull Faunus who sat one row away from them kept sending death glares at another student down his row, probably irritated at that tapping noise when their shoe made contact with the floor. Then there was that ashen-black haired student who was in the middle of painting her nails dark red.

"Mr. Schnee," Dr. Watts sighed. "Would you like to demonstrate to the class what you have learned seeing that you were properly taking notes?"

"It would be an honor," Whitley held up his head when he stood from his chair.

He shot a disapproving glance at Adam who sat a seat away from him. He didn't bother to have a paper or a pencil out on the table. Adam seemed too busy stroking his temples, probably believing he's surrounded by morons. Whitley scoffed at the thought how he qualified to be team leader.

The heir strode down in front of the lecture room and faced a giant cage that was taller than him. Considering how the cage rattled wildly, Whitley prepared himself to face a tempered Grimm as he brandished his double edged rapier and leveled it accordingly.

He recalled what he learned in his previous trainings — scabbard attached to his waist, shoulders reeled back, knees bent, and feet apart.

"Prepare yourself Mr. Schnee," Dr. Watts warned. He broke the locked from the cage and immediately a wild boarbatusk charged loose.

Whitley swung his rapier while he dodged the attack. His rapier cleanly hit the Grimm, but unfortunately, didn't do any harm. He clicked his tongue when he remembered that direct attacks weren't exactly effective unless it was brute force, something he doesn't have.

Once more the boarbatusk stampede at his direction. Whitley tried a new tactic while he scoured through his memories of what he learned in class. However, it was becoming more difficult as he started to blank out.

He lunged his rapier directly at the Grimm trying to aim for a spot that wasn't covered in armor. Much to his dismay, the Grimm was intelligent enough to hook his rapier with its tusk and rip his weapon from his hands.

It caught Whitley by surprise, and the Grimm followed through with a tusk rammed into his stomach. It sent him flying back across the floor, but Whitley refused to flop down in humiliation. As he picked himself back up, he caught the sight of his sister smirking upon his failures with the corner of his eyes. How she smirked practically gloated how he was inferior to her. To add the cherry on top of his boiling anger, he also caught Adam with a smug face.

His crooked smile insulted him and it made Whitley clench his teeth in disdain. He hated the way people looked at him like that. They were probably calling him inept and incapable in becoming a true huntsman. He wanted to prove his worth and prove those who disrespect him that they were mistaken.

Whitley quickly wracked his brain for a solution, but later figured out that the solution was in front of him all along. There was a diagram drawn in chalk of a boarbatusk along with arrows pointed to where its weak spots were.

It didn't take long for Whitley to send the Grimm flying with a glyph and imbed his rapier down its stomach. It was exhausting, but he succeeded.

"A plus for effort," Dr. Watts slowly applauded. "A for paying attention in class, and a B minus for demonstration."

The bell rung, and Whitley deeply frowned at the results Dr. Watts gave him.

"Class dismissed," the doctor announced.

Weiss snickered as she came down the steps from the lecture hall. "Do not fret. Father will not scold you too much for getting a B minus. At best, he'll be ashamed. And perhaps he'll cancel your credit card and allowances. And just maybe, he'll pull you out of the academy."

Weiss pompously strutted out as she got the last word. Her teammates followed behind.

"Not bad," Roman complimented after he carefully strode down the stairs.

Neo came up behind and waved a make shift paper flag that she most likely folded in class out of boredom.

"Not bad?" Adam laughed. "More like a disgrace."

"It doesn't hurt to be a tad more sensitive," Roman watched Whitley grit his teeth. It appeared the heir being hard on himself.

"Unlikely," Adam showed little interest. He walked out of the lecture hall and left his teammates behind.

For Adam, it was peaceful to be alone. But that only lasted so long when he bumped into the Headmistress Salem and Hazel Rainart down the hall. The ghastly woman carried a smile as she slowly walked down the hall in her very long black robe.

"Hello Mr. Taurus," Headmistress Salem greeted.

Adam only grunted in acknowledgement.

"I see that you're enjoying my academy. Everything must be fairing well don't you think?" She kept her humble smile while Professor Rainart maintained his expressionless form.

"Your plan must be going wonderfully well," Adam glowered.

"I would believe so," she hummed.

"Oh?" The bull Faunus pretended to be interested. His lips fell into a static frown. "Do tell."

Headmistress Salem casually walked around Adam while her glowing red irises assessed him. Her heels made a dull click against the hallway's carpet and her lips quirked into that same irritating smirk that always taunted him.

"It's going perfectly well," she admitted. "You're living up to my expectations to a terrible leader. It's quite entertaining actually."

"What?" He growled. He did not expect such answer from her, especially coming from the principal of the school.

"I was wondering why you weren't chosen to lead the White Fangs," she mentioned so casually. She kept circling around him with that pestering grin. "With your proficient skills, you would've soared high in the ranks. But I suppose experience and fine talent doesn't cut it to become a leader nowadays."

"Why I just heard that some blond and shaggy student from Mistral managed to scale his way on becoming a tactical leader despite his poor performance in combat."

"What are you implying?" Adam locked his jaw.

"Don't take it to heart Mr. Taurus," Headmistress Salem spoke sweetly to him. "You should be proud that you exceeded my expectations. It was no wonder the commanding leader of the White Fang didn't appoint you as co-leader."

Adam fumed at what the headmistress was suggesting. He can make a fantastic leader if he wanted to. Far better than Blake when she led the White Fang!

"I'll show you," he muttered angrily. He stomped past the Headmistress, far enough that he couldn't pick up the conversation she shared with Professor Rainart.

"Manipulative," Professor Rainart nodded in approval.

"You wound me Hazel," Headmistress Salem replied dramatically. "I would like to call it reverse psychology."

Whitley swung his rapier at the middle of the training ground. Sweat crawled from his forehead and he swung it down again in frustration. It was hard to maintain his elegant form when the urge to mow everything down was strong. But for the sake of improvement, he must maintain what his sisters accomplished.

"Sloppy," a dry and offensive voice came from the entrance.

"What do you want?" Whitley snapped as he wasn't in the mood today. He gnashed his teeth and fixed back his form — shoulders straight and rapier leveled.

"I'm fixing your form," Adam narrowed his eyes at him. "Be grateful."

"More like berating me," Whitley jeered.

"Think what you like Schnee. But your form is shit," Adam blatantly pointed out. "I'm fixing the root of the problem."

Whitley furrowed his eyebrows. "Preposterous. There's no —"

"Elegance, grace, and all that classy performance does not suit you." Adam brandished his weapon out when he faced Whitley. "Be consumed by your anger. Let it rampage."

"What do you even know?" He sneered. "If you think that —"

"You will never surpass your sister at this rate," he admonished.

Whitley glowered and unhook his scabbard from his waist.

"I will tolerate you for the next four years," Adam fought back a twitch. It almost pained him to hear those words leave his mouth. The thought of cooperating with a Schnee still irked him, but the smile on the Headmistress's face irked him even more. "Show me Schnee."

"Become the savage you really are. Embrace the hatred and bring out your inner demons."

Wow, 7 months since I last posted a chapter for this story. To those who were waiting, I thank you for your patience.

I still haven't gone through the story to make corrections, but I'll do that when I can. So if you see a mass update, they're going to be mainly correction errors. I'll inform you if I made any major changes. A bunch of author notes will be erased too except for a few handful.

I'm not as free as I was last summer. But I'll do my best to update my stories.

See you next chapter or my other stories!