(3rd Person + Salem's realm)
Another dead body was in front of the pale-skinned woman known as Salem. Only this time, she had a clear face of irritation, her arms crossed with a scowl. Then with a sigh of reluctance she waved her hand causing the black substance to appear again and consume the body. Said body rose back up with a familiar body physique, her dress was even intact along with all the hair on her head.
Salem: Melissa, I have been patient, but now I'm starting to lose said patience. Not only did you lose to the boy a third time, but you took him seriously as well. If that doesn't spell out your incompetence, I don't know what will.
Melissa: Forgive me, but, I was able to salvage something valuable from (Y/N) after I 'died'...
Salem: Oh? Is it valuable enough to spare your life?
Salem held a dark orb with red lightning crackling around it staring down Melissa who grew a defiant glare. Her hand clenching slowly ready to fight back, however, Melissa's other hand reached into the air before a box made of wood plopped into her hand after suddenly appearing.
Melissa carefully removed the lock on the box and opened it widely, she smiled at the contents before slowly turning them to Salem. Salem's expression instantly brightened, a wide smirk appearing on her face as she saw the inside of the box.
Salem: This is more than enough to prove your worth, so, your true objective of fighting (Y/N) (L/N) was this all along?
Melissa: I always plan ahead...
Salem: That you do, with this, the capture of (Y/N) (L/N) is guaranteed...
(3rd Person + Beacon Academy)
Inside the famous academy for hunters, the single person who always felt happiness no matter the situation was standing in front of a mirror in the locker-rooms which would be used for combat class. His (H/C) hair and (E/C) making it obvious who it was. The only difference was: they were staring ahead at their own image with an amused smile at his new clothes: a one sleeved long (F/C) shirt, the other sleeve seemed to be torn off on his right side. He also wore a pair of brand-new jeans with no holes or tears visible, he was also wearing a pair of white and red sneakers along with his right arm which should be exposed completely covered in bandages.
(Y/N): Even with one arm, I'm still able to kick Cardin's butt!
His smile grew wider while staring at his bandaged arm, he slowly flexed his fingers causing him to wince and quickly grab his arm with a brief gasp of pain.
???: (Y/N)? You ok?
(Y/N) panted slightly while his uninjured arm rested on the mirror in front of him, he sighed through his nose before his signature wide smile reappeared on his face before facing the owner of the voice. A male with short blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a piece of chest armour and staring at him in concern.
(Y/N): Never better Jaune! In fact, why don't we head to the dining hall and grab a bag of brownies?
Jaune: They don't sell brownies in the dining hall though...
(Y/N): Silly Jaune! You haven't seen the black market part of the dining hall!
Jaune: The what!?
(Y/N): Huh?
Jaune: Are you sure that injury doesn't affect your brain too?
(Y/N): What's that supposed to mean?
Jaune: Never mind, come on, let's go get our food.
(Y/N): Of course! Never miss out on an opportunity for food!
Jaune: Still the same old (Y/N)...
(Timeskip)
Yang: Watcha doing?
Blake: Nothing... just going over some notes from the last semester.
Yang: Lame!
This was all (Y/N) could hear, he was listening with a smile, however his eyes were still glued to the bandaged arm. He couldn't help but sigh in slight sadness as he recalled the conversation between Ozpin and himself.
(Flashback)
Ozpin: You are an idiot Mr (L/N), and I don't use that word very much.
(Y/N): She was going to kill my friends Ozzy, what did you expect me to do?
Ozpin: First off, you shall address me as Professor Ozpin, secondly, you could've easily used your semblance instead of your aura technique, and finally, you could've at least used enough aura, not more than necessary!
(Y/N): That stupid bitch deserved it!!
Ozpin was taken aback, this was the first time he'd ever heard (Y/N) swear before. It stunned him into silence. (Y/N) realised his unusual insult and simply held his injured arm.
(Y/N): When I was thrown into those containers, I remembered how much she ruined my life... I... I almost let my anger completely consume me, Ozzy, you don't understand. I panicked thinking she was going to take my friends from me again. I just couldn't let it happen!
The two remained silent after (Y/N)'s second outburst. He was shaking slightly while gripping Pain in his hand which (Y/N) didn't realise he had pulled out. He stared down at the familiar engravings in his steel weapon and sighed through his nose.
(Y/N): I need to kill Melissa, otherwise, I won't be able to rest easy and have real fun with my friends Ozpin.
Ozpin: I understand completely. But you must think rationally: there's no way you can fight with your arm in that condition. You have to rest-
(Y/N): I don't have time to rest!!
In his fit of rage (Y/N) slammed his now bandaged right arm down on the desk in front of him. Not only did he split the whole thing in half, he reduced it to tiny pieces of rubble. Ozpin however was unfazed at the sight. He merely sipped from his mug while staring at (Y/N) with an indifferent expression on his face.
Ozpin: Yes, you do... do you even know what you've done to your arm Mr (L/N)? Aura is meant to protect your from damage, no one besides your father has ever tried to empower themselves with aura before, much less pour all their aura into one area. You sustained so much damage to your body that your right arm is basically useless right now.
(Y/N): Not really, I still got my left hand. And we all know our lefts are way more important than our rights!
Ozpin: Other way around Mr (L/N)...
(Y/N): Whatever! I swear, this injury isn't going to keep me down! I'll still kick Melissa's butt with one arm, hand, whatever. Point is, until Melissa's dead, I can't ever rest like you say Ozpin. She killed all of my close friends once before, and I don't ever want to experience that ever again... even if that means I have to kill anyone else who gets in my way...
The atmosphere instantly became tense as Ozpin and (Y/N) glared each other down, daring the other to attack right there and then. Ozpin's grip on his mug tightened whereas (Y/N) was slowly reaching for Gain as well even though his hand was injured. The atmosphere was quickly broken by the arrival of another teacher.
Goodwitch: Professor Ozpin...
Ozpin: Glynda, would you mind escorting Mr (L/N) to your class, it is your class now, correct?
Goodwitch: Uh, yes, that's right, Mr (L/N)...
(Y/N): Hmm? Oh! Don't worry! I'll go there by myself!
Purposely scattering the papers in Ozpin's office around, (Y/N) dashed out of the office with the papers flying straight into Ozpin and Goodwitch's face. Professor Goodwitch grew irritated thinking it was another one of his annoying pranks. Ozpin however glanced down at his now destroyed desk, a look of concern clear on his face.
Ozpin: (Y/N)...
(Flashback end)
Goodwitch: Children please, do not play with your food...
(Y/N): Huh?
The boy had come out of his thoughts to see food was everywhere, but Goodwitch had quickly cleaned everything up making the dining hall almost spotless. Almost, meaning the poor tragedy that happened in front of (Y/N): his brownies were now dead, may they rest in piece from the food war.
Ruby: Do I hear someone crying?
Weiss: Crying? Oh wait, I can hear it...
Everyone, even Ozpin who had just entered the dining hall turned their heads slowly to see an aura of sadness surrounding (Y/N) while he stood up, his lip quivering while tears made his eyes slightly sparkle. He then suddenly saluted while standing up from his seat.
(Y/N): May Oum rest your soul, my delicious heavenly friends...
Weiss: Give me a break... he's upset over food!?
Nora: Silence your tongue at once! We must grieve, for it was not a piece of food that has passed away. But a dear friend...
Suddenly the whole dining hall had changed into a funeral, (Y/N) stood in front of a coffin with a black suit on wiping away a tear as Nora stood by his side with a black veil over her face. The two looked down in sadness as a picture of a tower of brownies rested on top of the coffin.
(Y/N): They, were always such good friends. They always allowed me to eat them, even if they didn't want me to, I just can't believe they're gone...
Nora: It's ok, just let it all out, I'm here for you, and so are they. If not here physically, then in memory...
And with that (Y/N) grabbed Nora tightly and sobbed onto her shoulder while the rest of the group with the two teachers watched on with deadpan expressions. Ruby shook her head when she realised something.
Ruby: How did they turn this place into a funeral service?
(Timeskip)
Ozpin had called for (Y/N) to stay in his dorm as he had something to discuss with the young man. Boredom quickly overtook his mind as he started to suddenly float upside down, he looked down with his hair now messy due to his recent antic. He reached for a book and opened it to reveal a comic book inside his textbook.
(Y/N): He he he, thanks Jaune, you showed my just how well to hide a comic book inside something boring like a textbook...
Ozpin: Boring, you say!
A yelp of surprise from (Y/N) caused him to lose his boredom, dropping him straight on his head with his book landing on his backside. Ozpin couldn't help but once again sigh at the sight of his representative acting like a child.
Ozpin: Mr (L/N), the reason why I called you back to your dorm was to inform you of your new teacher...
(Y/N): Teacher? New? I've only had two teachers in my life Ozzy: Mom and Dad, and I'm pretty sure I don't need...
Without another word Ozpin jabbed (Y/N)'s injured arm using his cane causing the boy to suddenly jump, hitting his head on the ceiling, then landing flat on his back while holding his arm in pain.
(Y/N): You're supposed to be a kind old wizard! Not some wicked old man!
Ozpin: I'm neither old nor a wizard...
(Y/N): Don't you deny it Gandalf! I saw you using your magic stick to pour yourself a new cup of coffee when there wasn't even a coffee machine around!
Ozpin: Oh dear, seems your new teacher's arrived...
(Y/N): Are you even listening to me you old... Who in the what?
(Y/N)'s teacher was a boy exactly his age, only difference was he had short black hair with blue highlights and bored golden eyes. He was wearing a green tracksuit with grey sweatpants, hands in his pockets as (Y/N) looked over the boy with curious sounds coming out of his mouth.
(Y/N): Who's the hobo?
Ozpin: This 'hobo' is your new teacher: Aidan Lint, and he will be tutoring you in a way you wouldn't be able to guess Mr (L/N).
(Y/N): I get it, I get it: studies are just as important as combat...
Aidan: No nuthead, I'm not here to teach you what the school's teaching ya... I'm more of a specialist teacher...
(Y/N): Nuthead?
Aidan: That group of yours says you're nuts, so why not call you nuthead?
(Y/N): Ok then, can I call you hobo in exchange?
Aidan: No...
(Y/N): Doesn't matter, I'm so calling you hobo from now on!
Ozpin: Mr (L/N), Aidan here doesn't have much time, but, he's here to teach you how to control and possibly full master your semblance...
To be continued...