A/N: I know that I'm probably shooting myself in the foot for starting another story while have others going, but I wanted to get the footing of this story down before season three starts just in case it messes with any of my plans for this. That being said enjoy.

Edit 10/13/15: I may of rushed through this chapter in my attempt to get it out before season three, there was a small detail that I wanted that I forgot to add, its there now. So if it seems like it went to quickly, I can say that I'll be slowing things down.

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Another Year

The young boy surveyed the scene around him as he took in deep breaths. All round him were injured, unconscious men lying on the ground. He had been fighting for what had felt like hours even though he knew it had only been minutes. His hands were gripping the handles of his weapon tightly. The handles were surrounded by a metal circles, extending out away from him were dual blades on both weapons. Both weapons were attached to his wrist, which had ammo clips that fed dust rounds into his gun. He was finally able to get his breathing under control and get his thoughts reorganized. The sound of slow clapping however got his attention and he glared at the woman with dark hair with white strands that stood above him on a platform.

"Most impressive." She said once she stopped her mockery and stared down at him with a cold smile and even colder green eyes. "You've improved greatly since I last saw you. I must say I'm actually rather proud."

He chose not to respond to the woman's jab but only to continue to glare at her. He hated the woman so much. For everything she had done to him. And for what she had planned for him. He could never forgive her. He wanted to end her. The young boy would never deny that he was being motivated my revenge, but there was also a sense of self-preservation behind those motives.

"Still mad at me?" She asked with the smile still on her face. "Can't say I really blame you. Who wouldn't be angry?"

The boy's hands gripped his weapon even tighter. His rage elevating at the woman's simple dismissal of what she had done. As if it had just been a misunderstanding. Unable to contain his anger any longer he raised one of his swords and pressed a small trigger in the handle. A quick flash came from between the dual bladed weapon and he saw the dust round just barely miss the dark haired woman.

"Still have that temper of yours I see." She said offhandedly. He only grew angrier at how unfazed she had been. "Well I think I've spent enough time dilly-dallying. Until next time, Tristan."

"No!" He cried out in protest as the woman left, firing another dust round at her but missing. He put his blades into their holders before quickly ran towards the ground floor door only to be met by another one of the woman's henchmen on the other side.

"End of the line, kid!" The man took a swing at him. In that moment everything slowed down for Tristan. The man's fist came slowly towards him allowing the young boy to process where the direction of the punch and where it would hit. He watched as his own hand slowly made its way to intercept the attack. On contact everything sped back to normal.

Tristan deflected the man's hand away from him before grabbing hold of his attacker's arm. Using the man's continuing momentum the young boy pulled hard enough to cause the larger man to tumble forward. Tristan then grabbed the back of the man's head before smashing it into the wall causing his opponent to be rendered unconscious. The kid quickly tore his way down the hallway only to be met with another henchman. And then another in another hallway. And again in another hallway.

The process just seemed to continue to Tristan's great annoyance. But eventually he was coming across fewer and fewer opponents with each hallway he ran down. He knew he was catching up to her. The boy was familiar enough with the compound to know where she was going and he had to hurry. Tristan got to a flight of stairs and made his way up as fast as he could. As he was approaching the top there was a sudden stabbing sensation in his chest.

No! He thought as his hand shot up to the left side of his chest. His body slumped up against the wall before sliding down to his knees. Not now!

The sensation was quickly growing into considerable pain that he started to gasp for air. His agony was spreading from his chest to the rest of his body. His hand shakenly reached for a pouch strapped to his leg. From it Tristan pulled one of many metallic cylinders he had, keeping his thumb on a small button on top. He shakenly raised the cylinder up before jabbing it into his neck and pressing the button. He heard the small air compression as the contents into his bloodstream.

After a minute the first effects of the drug began to take effect. The pain that had been spread throughout his body began to subside making it easier for him to breath. The young boy tossed the cylinder away in disgust and took a moment to relax and regather himself before the drug began to take its next effect. A sudden burst of energy caused Tristan to jump from where he stood and rush up the finally flight of stairs before bursting through the door into the cool night air.

"Isolde!" Tristan yelled over a roaring bullhead. To his dread the woman was already taking a step onto the ship before she turned around and looked at him with her smile. Isolde gave him a two finger salute before taking the remaining step onto the bullhead. Not wanting her to get away Tristan quickly pulled out his weapons pointing them at the dark haired woman and pulled and held the triggers unleashing a hail of bullets at her. However a figure jumped out of the ship in front of Isolde and the dust rounds seemed to hit an invisible wall. Standing between Tristan and the woman he hated was the man that he hated nearly just as much.

Delwyn. Tristan stared down the brown haired man that stood in his way. The man had a confident smirk on his face, but his brown eyes told the young boy that the older man saw him as an annoyance. Tristan pulled the trigger of his weapons again only to get the sound of a dry clip. As if hearing the click of the boy's guns over the roar of the engine, Delwyn jumped back on board of the bullhead before it flew away. Tristan gave out a cry of anger as his enemy once again escaped his grasp.

Ruby watched as her small island home of Patch grew smaller and smaller as the airship she was on flew further away from it. Sometimes there were days the young girl found it hard to believe that she got to where she was now. Days like today especially as she and her sister, as well as other hunters and huntress-to-be that resided in Patch made their way back to Beacon for another school year. One year ago the hooded girl had just been getting ready for another semester at Signal before her run in with one Roman Torchwick and his henchmen in a dust shop. And with that run in, Ruby had been pushed forward two years by the Headmaster of Beacon himself.

It had been a dream come true the young girl. And sometimes it felt like a dream. Her first year at the prestige school had been one great adventure. From dealing with terrorist to foiling an elaborate plot, something her father had some chose words for her and Yang; her team had become one of the best known of Beacon. And now she wondered what this new year would bring. Her thoughts her disrupted by a subtle flick to the back of her head.

"Hey," Yang said as she walked up next to her, "getting homesick already."

"The summer seemed so short." Ruby whined.

"Didn't seem that way to me." Yang said with a playful smile. "After all that running around last year the summer break seemed long and boring to me. Let's hope for another conspiracy."

"You would hope for something like that wouldn't you?" The younger sister said as she rolled her eyes.

"I'm a thrill seeker, sis." The blonde said while ruffling the dual colored haired girl's hair. Ruby couldn't help but notice the subtle change in her older sister's voice with what she said next. "One way or another I'll always find trouble."

"What do you think the others have been up to?" Ruby asked, changing the subject.

"Well Ozpin let Blake stay on campus, so she has probably been holed up in our room reading books." Yang mockingly held up her index finger while taping it with her other finger, as if she needed to count there friends out. "Weiss has probably getting head deep in family matters. And who knows what Jaune and his marry band have been up to. Especially Nora."

"Well I can't wait to see them again." Ruby said with a smile.

"Me too, sis."

"Attention passengers," a voice came over the ships intercom, "we will be arriving in Vale shortly. Please return to your seats."

Yang was somewhat annoyed by the mild inconvenience as she and Ruby walked off the small public airship only to have to walk to a larger airship that would be ferrying students to Beacon. She knew it would be unfair to the other passengers. But it felt like it would have been so much easier on the students if they just had a direct flight.

"So you think you'll blow up again?" The blonde asked her younger sister lightening the mood a bit.

"That happened one time?" Ruby complained.

"And you got yourself a friend." Yang said before she gave the young girl a smirk. "A very annoying friend, but a friend nether the less."

"She is your friend to you know." The hooded girl tried to glare at her only adding to the blonde's amusement.

"That's debatable." Yang tried to hold back a laugh but snicker escaped her lips.

"Yang!" Ruby tried to scold the blonde, but it was evident to the older sister that the younger one was trying to hold back her own laugh.

"Hey, blondie!" Someone yelled. Yang turned to the sound of the voice to see a very familiar large man flacked by two black suited men. The older sister quickly pulled Ruby behind her hiding her from view.

"Junior!" The blonde said with fake enthusiasm. "How's the club business doing?"

"The club is fine." He said while maintain a stern stare. His eyes drifted behind her for a moment before returning to her. Yang tightened her grip on her sister. "It's my other business that is having trouble."

"Can't imagine why a business like that would have its down side." She couldn't help but jab, earning her a glare from the club owner.

"Some of my men have been having some trouble in the last mouth." He said still glaring her. "The only bit of information I have been able to get from them is some blonde has been beating the crap out of them. You wouldn't anything about that would you?"

"No actually," Yang said generally confused, "I wouldn't. I've been away from Vale for the summer."

"Is that so?" Junior said. He continued to give her a stern stare before finally letting up. "I'm warning you now blondie, stay out of my affairs. I tired of you kids messing up my business." And that he left with his men.

"Yang?" Ruby spoke up from behind her. "What was that about?"

"I don't know, sis." The blonde said as she watched the club owner walk away. "I really don't know."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Be warned I might not get back to this until I finish Black Rose Admire. As always feedback is appreciated.