A/N: So sorry. This chapter's been done for a while, I just forgot to post it. The next chapter has been completed as well, it's about twice as long as my usual chapters, there was just so much to cover, so I hope it makes up for the time between updates. I would greatly appreciate your guy's help spreading this, as well as my other stories, around the fanfiction community. And as always, thank you so much for taking the time to read this. Just the idea that people are actually entertained by what I write is so bizarre. Enjoy the chapter. -ASWW

Assuming that Cinder's plans were still on schedule, then the attack on Beacon would happen in just over a month's time. This meant you had only a few weeks to regain some semblance of sight, whether visual or otherwise. You had made an agreement with Ozpin to help you enhance your senses and improve your abilities, the very same day your training had begun.

Clearing some space in his office, Ozpin's first step in helping you was to challenge you to a sparring match so that he could asses where your skills were currently and create a baseline from which improve upon. For a man with grey hair and a cane he certainly moved with the agility and skill of a much younger man. While you could hear his feet move against the floor of his office, his attacks remained invisible. You would sometimes get lucky, blocking one of his attacks with your Ōdachi, being able to predict his next move, but far too often you feel his fist, foot, or cane make contact with you.

Managing to trap a round kick under your arm, you feel his shift in weight and raise your blade as he launches off his base foot and throwing a jumping round kick to your head. Blocking it with the hilt of Bloom, he drops to his knees and knocks you down with a sweep kick. Following the momentum downwards you launch backwards and flip onto your feet. You don't hear his next attack and are sent stumbling back by a punch to your face. As you stagger, he manages to release your grip on your Ōdachi by slipping his cane into your grip and twisting it, knocking the blade from your hand. As you recover, you notice the touch of his cane pressed into your chest.

"Very good Mr. Taurus." Ozpin says, lowering his cane. "I must admit, you performed better than I expected." He hands you your blade which you replace in its scabbard.

"So," You ask, "what next?"

"Next you retire for the evening. I have had a room prepared for you just a few doors down from Team RWBY. I'll have Glynda escort you."

"And our training?"

"I will spend the rest of the evening creating a proper training regimen. We will spend time each day working to enhance your natural senses. Be warned Mr. Taurus, the nature of the training which you are about to undergo will be extremely rigorous. If you wish to back out, now is your last chance."

"We made a deal. I'll see this through. For Blake."

"Very well. I will see you tomorrow."

Professor Goodwitch enters the office and escorts you to your room, remaining present until you settle down for the night.

The next morning you are awoken by a loud knock on your door.

"Enter." You say in a loud voice.

You hear the door thrust open and the sound of several pairs of footsteps entering the room. Sitting up, you feel the foot of your bed sag as someone sits.

"So, this is the him?" A cold, collected voice asks.

"He's cute." Another says.

"What happened to his eyes?" A smaller voice asks.

"He, is also in the room, and can be addressed directly." You say.

"Sorry (F/N)." Blake says.

"What can I help you with Blake?"

"Professor Ozpin told me you were staying at Beacon for a while and my team wanted to meet you, that's all." She says, the coolness in her voice telling you she still hasn't forgotten yesterday's conversation.

"I'm Ruby." The smallest voice says. "And this is my sister, Yang."

"(F/N)." You tell them. "(F/N) Taurus.

"Taurus?" The fourth voice asks. "As in Adam and (F/N) Taurus, the notorious White Fang members?"

"That is correct."

"Why are you here?" She asks, her voice shaking as she tries to conceal her anger. "You should be locked away in a prison cell and left to rot."

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and stand up. As you do so you hear a few gasps at the sight of your exposed scar on your abdomen, as well as retreating footsteps coming from the fourth girl, almost sounding as if she's expecting you to lunge at her. Instead you make you way over to the closet and find your shirt and jacket.

"I take it you're not a fan." You say as you fasten the silver buttons along your black leather jacket.

"Why would I be?" She scoffs. "You and your brother have brought me nothing but pain. My father has a nasty habit of bringing his work home with him, and your constant raids caused for a very troublesome childhood."

"I assume you are Weiss Schnee. Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company."

"That's correct."

"Well Miss Schnee, have you ever stopped to consider the amount of pain your family has brought to mine?"

She remains silent.

"If a disapproving father and a few family arguments is the worst you've experienced then I envy you. You should consider yourself lucky that you have parents. My parents were murdered when I was five."

"And what does my family have anything to do with that?"

You consider her words for a moment before answering. "Let me tell you a little about my parents. They were the proud owners of a small chain of dust stores in Mistral. From Dust till Dawn, maybe you've heard of it? There were about three, maybe four different locations around the kingdom. Well, they got an offer one day to open a branch here, in Vale. They were ecstatic, thrilled that their small business had been blessed with such success. But your father, Jacques Schnee, he just couldn't let that happen. He'd been trying to outbuy my parents' business for years, but they wouldn't sell. So next he tried to lower his prices to the point where they couldn't compete, to no avail. So when he heard that their business was growing, well, he couldn't allow the competition to spread to Vale. So he ordered his men to take care of them, and so, they did. And with them out of the way he bought out the company and liquidated its assets."

"There's no way..."

"I'm not finished." You interrupt. "After my parents were killed, my brother and I were shipped to an orphanage. Sure, it looked friendly on the outside, but the inside was hell. The owners hated us Faunus, much like your father. They often neglected to feed us and sometimes entertained themselves by beating us black and blue. So my brother and I, we ran. We ran and joined the White Fang because they offered a way to fight back. To fight against the injustice against the Faunus. An injustice that your father spearheads with his unjust treatment of Faunus."

"And why should I believe you?" Weiss shouts.

"I don't care if you believe me." You say coolly. "I don't care what you think of me, or my species. I just think that you should think before you speak. Every day Faunus are bullied, beaten, and murdered, just like my parents. Really puts your whole 'dysfunctional family' into perspective."

"Well what about you?" She retorts. "What about the people that you and your brother have killed? The children you leave without parents?"

"I cannot speak for my brother, but I have only killed when absolutely necessary. I don't kill people just because they're human."

"Like that makes a difference."

"Maybe it doesn't. But like I said, I'm not looking for anyone's approval."

It sounds like Weiss is about to retort, but Blake interrupts. "Why are you here (F/N)?"

"As you are already aware, I had important matters to discuss with your headmaster."

"But why are you still here?"

"To help."

"Help?" She asks, stunned.

"Yes. I made a deal with Professor Ozpin. He will help me to adapt to this," you indicate your scarred eyes, "and I will help to defend Beacon, when the time comes."

"Defend Beacon?" Yang asks. "Defend it from what?"

"You haven't told them?" Blake is silent. "Your school is under threat, as are all of you. You may want to take a seat, this will take some time to explain."