A bit exposition heavy chapter but bear with me. Trying to publish a chapter weekly but might not be possible because of school. Thank you for reading.

Chapter 2 - Breakfast club

Time: [7.19: AM]

Location: [City of Vale, Beacon Academy, Dining hall]

Rumours about the new student had exploded over the night, for it had been a while since anything noteworthy had happened in the academy. Everyone had been head over heels for the rumour, that a person from such distinguished family had started to attend Beacon. What made it more believable, was that many had been seen this person walking around with two bodyguards, during these few days he had been here. While the name Schwarz might not have been recognised by many, but the word had gotten around that the exchange student had bragged about his combat skills. Many people did not like this supposed arrogance, as it was seen by many as hostility against the academy itself.

Team RWBY had arrived to breakfast early to meet with team JNPR and were almost done eating.

"Nora, stop bombarding other tables with peas."

"The kingdom of cucumber will not sign a peace treaty with us. All we demand is their dessert." She pointed to the table she had barraged. A girl dressed in green looked distressed in a table next to theirs, protecting her head with her hand.

"I will give you mine."

"Ren." She said with awe. "I did not know you had interest in international politics." She then proceeded to take his cup of pudding.

"So, let's summarize, what we know about him, Ruby?"

"Every day he arrives to breakfast at 7.25 AM. He then proceeds to all the days classes. He spends his time between classes to migrate to next class and to read his scroll. What he reads is currently unknown. He usually eats lunch quickly and then moves to class as per previous statement. Also in class, he takes notes." She said systematically.

Jaune looked to be in thought. "I wonder what he is writing every day."

"Jaune, maybe he's just following the teacher and studying." Pyrrha said.

"But, he was writing even during professor Ports lectures. Nobody does that. Next, Weiss?"

"I don't know how you got me to help you." She exclaimed irritated but continued. "After classes, he comes here to eat dinner and then moves to his room which for some reason is next only to few empty rooms, away from any other teams' room."

"Room away from the rest of us. Interesting." Jaune wrote the facts down, repeating the words as he went. "What does he have to hide?"

"probably his privacy, as he doesn't seem to have any. Are you really sure stalking him, instead of asking him is the correct way to do this? It just doesn't seem right" Blake contributed.

"Blake, I understand your concern, but the people have the right to know the truth."

The black eared faunus rolled his eyes. "For the last time, he doesn't have laser eyes." She exclaimed.

"That's what he wants you to think, a true huntsman is always prepared. Yang, please continue."

"A little fun never hurt anyone Blake, besides, it's nice to have something to do around here, since we got banned from playing board games in the library, because of someone..." She turned to stare at Weiss.

Weiss wiggled in her seat a bit and then responded. "W...Well the air cavalry's ability to go over strongholds walls is ridiculous!" A deep red spread over her face, as she turned to look away.

Yang turned back to face Jaune and Ruby and continued. "He is guarded around the clock by Vermillion and Rust, one usually inside his room and other out in front of his door. On a side note, Rust is really observant, he caught me one night and scolded me for being still awake." She brushed off the embarrassment. "He rarely leaves his room outside classes, but if he does, it's either to visit the library or to visit Mr. Ozpin. He also has minimal contact with other students in class and outside of it."

"That is a lot of information, but as of yet nothing seems to indicate a set of laser eyes." The golden haired boy said with a frown on his face.

Pyrrha sighed. "If you would put this amount of effort in to your tests, you would do much better Jaune."

"He's here." Pointed Ruby visibly excited .

"Everyone, battle stations." Jaune said with a stern look.

Weltraum walked to an empty table and sat down. His entourage followed his lead , one next to him and one at the opposite side of the table. All three began to eat and even though it has been almost a week, since they had been following his every move and action, they showed no intent to lower their guard around him. They had spend the minimum time talking, He knew their names, Rust and Vermillion, but all other knowledge he got off the student net on his scroll.

He was exhausted, not because the school life had been that hard but because of the sleeping arrangements. Every night one of the huntsmen stood outside the door while the second slept in a bunk across his. They changed shifts randomly at night. Especially jarring was that during the first night, Vermillion had began speaking right before he had fallen asleep; "If you try anything, we will deal with you accordingly. Understood?" He had pretended to be asleep, but the tension of the situation made it near impossible.

Weltraum was the last to finish his breakfast out of the three. "I read your file." Rust suddenly said across the table, catching him off guard. They had spoken to him the minimum amount possible, only laying the ground rules. He did not expect them to chat him up. "Your parents died when you were eight. You were taken in by your fathers brother, but you ran away from him when you were 15. From that onwards you worked as a body guard and as a soldier of fortune, until you were captured in Atlas. " Rust assessed the impact his words had made. "Please do correct, if necessary." He smiled warmly, which made Weltraum feel uneasy, he was one of the few people to act nice to him in Beacon.

"That sounds about right, except I didn't work just as a mercenary, but those kind of jobs paid the most."

"Who trained you?"

"You've read my file, you know already"

"Yes, but I'd like you to tell me more."

"Fine." Weltraum said, knowing he would have to talk to them at one point anyway. "I learned by watching my father when I was younger and later I was taught by my uncle."

"Your style is two handed, but I heard that your uncle is legendary for his one handed style. Is it because of you honour your late father or because you despise your uncle?"

The young man groomed his black hair visibly annoyed. "Is this another interrogation, because it's starting to feel like it."

Rust lifted his hands up as a sign of letting go of the subject. Weltraum relaxed and glanced Vermillion, who had kept silent the whole discussion. He prepared to stand up and leave for class.

"I totally understand why you ran from him, from your uncle." Rust started again.

"Oh really?" Weltraum cracked a faint smile and sat down. "Do tell."

" I realise the pressure that was on you. To become what he wanted. Behave, listen, learn. He wanted you to become his heir so soon after what happened to your parents. No child is able to just forget everything and keep on living like nothing happened."

Weltraum cringed inside, he had heard all of this many times before.

"You didn't want to be a politician, you wanted to be free, a warrior, a huntsman such as your father. So you ran. It's a story all too common."

"Did you find all of that from my file?"

"No, but most of it and Vermy here dug out the rest."

"I've asked you to stop using that nickname" Vermillion shuddered.

"Vermy here thinks using nicknames desecrates the professional aspect of working with people, while I'd rather use names I can remember."

"I'd rather not get attached to people, since especially in this line of work, the people are prone to change." Vermillion pointed out.

"You mean die?" Weltraum said.

"You would know about that Schwarz, wouldn't you." Vermillion leaned in closer, hissing the words out of his mouth.

"Vermy, behave."

"Remember this, we are here to protect others from you. You do anything, that we consider to be a threat to others, we will take you down. With any means necessary." Vermillion said, viciously emphasizing the last part.

"Vermy!" Rust commanded to calm his partner down. Vermillion leaned back and fell silent while the students in the nearest tables turned to stare. Rust glanced at them and sighed. "Forgive my partner, even though he seems strong and aloof, he does care about people. You see, we used to have a team. Team NRVN or Nirvana. Vermy and I were both in it." Rust said serious.

Weltraum decide to pay back from before, by making up a story of his own. "My time tell stories about you guys. Long time ago when you were younger, your team had a mission. On that mission you lost your team mates and maybe other teams. This left you devastated. And now you fear for the loss of other people close to you. Now that's sweet of you." He grinned condescendingly.

Rust was not in the mood for playing and continued calmly. "Two years ago our team was split up. We..." Rust pointed him and Vermillion. "...were helping another team shadowing a member of an underground grimm fighting tournament. Our team leader Erythro however had gotten a tip about a crime lord..."

Weltraum had a weird feeling in the back of his head. The name Erythro seemed familiar but he could not remember where he knew it.

"...and had headed up north to pursue it with our team mate Noire. When the news of what had happened reached us, it was too late. We had no idea what happened. What we knew, was that, we had to bury two of our team mates and best friends."

He listened carefully, while at the same time tried to remember where he knew the name. It felt it was so far, yet so close. . He just could not grasp it, it felt like the memory had no corporeal form to grab hold of.

"The crime lord's name was Verdigris."

Pieces in Weltraum's head began to click, as they fell to their places. He knew exactly where he knew that name and where Rust was going with his story. He cursed his luck.

"For the longest time we did not know, what happened to our friends. But you see, in the file it said that Verdigris had a small number of mercenaries acting as bodyguards. They were lead by you."

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