The Mentor (Chapter 2)

[First Posted - 10/08/18 Edited - 25&26/07/19]
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2 Years Ago
3rd Person POV


Qrow took a long swig from his flask as he stared across the large, desolate crater. He had been flying over the area in his bird form and, by chance, had spotted the gaping hole in the ground. Tucking his flask away he walked over the lip of the crater radius and began sliding down it, just before he reached the bottom he slipped on the dirt, inelegantly tumbling down the rest of the way.


Qrow: "Fuck, I'm glad no one saw that..." He muttered under his breath, as he stood up and patted off the dust and dirt he was now coated in.


Looking around very briefly, as he cleaned himself up, his eyes settled on the figure of a teenage boy, naked and unmoving.


Qrow: "Oh shit." He mumbled, shocked at the sight before he ran towards the teen.


Kneeling down next to him, he took the boys wrist checking for a pulse, his head dropped, disappointed, after a minute. Qrow undid his cape, kissing it goodbye, and covered the boy, before standing and scanning the area for a suitable burial area, when he heard a large gasp for air.
Whipping back around, he faced the, now, awake boy as he gasped for air, hand hovering above the weapon handle on his back.
Resting his dominant hand, he slowly pulled out his flask questioning his own drunkenness as he clearly missed the teens vital signs.


The two stared at each other for almost a minute, each as confused as the other. The teen looked at what covered him and back into the eyes of the stranger.


(Y/N): "I'm (Y/N)... thanks for the cover, I guess."


Qrow: "Name's Qrow, you owe me a new cape."


(Y/N): "Fair enough." He shrugged with a half smile.


Qrow: "What happened here?" He gestured around with his right hand before happily drinking from his flask with his left, clearly not learning from earlier.


Nervously, the boy looked around not completely sure where to start until the wind picked up and nearly blew away he cape that covered him. Sheepishly he looked up at the man.


(Y/N): "Can I get some clothes first?"


{Le timeskip brought to you by Chibi (Y/N) and Chibi Qrow drinking}


Your POV


You didn't realise how much you missed showers. Their warmth and relaxation was suddenly, undeniably, one of the best things you had ever experienced. Sure the novelty would wear off but you were almost sure nothing would compare to that shower ever again.


Pulling on some new clothes, courtesy of Qrow, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked almost the same as you did a year ago, you'd aged and grown but none of the experiments left scars. It was if you were completely reborn without any of the trauma. Not even the gun wounds from when you fought the guards.


Like a switch being flicked, you could suddenly feel all the burning and tearing sensations mauling you. They ripped you apart and paralysed, as you fell to the floor in a heap. Pain coursed through you, your throat closing, unwilling to scream for help.


You were dying all over again and no one would come.


Not even your family.


As the thought crossed your mind anger surged through you, your hands curling into balls of rage as you pulled yourself off your feet, much to your surprise.


As soon as you had stood both of the feelings fled from you. Staring at the mirror shakily, you turned on the water and splashed your face with the cold liquid. Shaking your head you collected yourself to be more presentable and walked out to your waiting host.


Qrow turned to you as he turned off the tv he was watching, clearly not interested anymore. He gestured to the bed opposite his and you took the hint to sit on it.


Qrow: "There, you have your clothes, which weren't cheap mind you. So, tell me, why were you in a crater?"


(Y/N): "A large energy generator blew up, along with a bunch of power supply backups." You stated simply, not wanting to get on his bad side.


Qrow: "Right... and you survived that, how?" He leaned forward as he said that.


You contemplated the man sat across from you, you weren't 100% sure you could trust 'Qrow' yet, for all you knew he worked for Atlas and, from the way John talked about them, you didn't want that. So, deciding against the whole truth, you thought quickly, spouting the first thing that came to mind.


(Y/N): "My semblance, in a sense. It's very odd."


Qrow: "How so?" He raises an eyebrow inquisitively.


(Y/N): "It strips me of my aura but it means I can heal insanely fast. I guess my skin grew back quick enough to take the whole blast..."


You gave a smile which you realised might be overselling it. Your suspicions were telling you that Qrow knew something was up with your story but he didn't push it any further.


Sitting in silence he stared at you, clearly waiting for something. But you had your freedom now, you wanted excitement and adventure. What would be the point of waiting around bored when there is so much to do.


(Y/N): "So what now?" You said a tad to eager.


Qrow: "What do you mean?" He went on the defensive as you started asking the questions.


(Y/N): "You look like a traveller."


Qrow: "Sometimes." He nodded shrewdly as he leant backwards.


(Y/N): "Where we headed?" Bad move.


Qrow: "Hold on we? There is no we. I'm taking you back to your parents as soon as I can."


Your smiled disappeared in an instant.


(Y/N): "Killing me seems a step to far."


Qrow looked at you, properly this time. As if he was trying to look at your soul itself.


Qrow: "You can't come with me, it's too dangerous."


(Y/N): "Pff, I can handle it."


Qrow: "You don't have a weapon! Do you even know how to fight?"


Pausing for a second you stared ahead confused. You had never learnt how to fight, not properly. You'd messed with weapons around your mum and dad before but you'd never been taught. Yet, when fighting those guards it had all come so naturally to you.


(Y/N): "Well teach me how to then."


A chorus of laughter filled the room all coming from Qrow, his amusement by your statement clearly knowing no bounds.


(Y/N): "Come on give me a chance!" Eventually he settled down and looked around the room before smirking.


Qrow: "Alright, fine. If you can kill a Beowolf I will train you but you have to kill it with that spork."


He pointed across the room to a metal spork that shone brightly against the other pieces of cutlery next to it. Jumping up, you grabbed the spork and rushed outside. Qrow, however, facepalmed and slowly followed after you.


{Le timeskip brought to you by Chibi (Y/N) wielding the legendary Spork!}


You pushed aside another bush of lush green as you ran through the forest. You had been lucky that the village you and Qrow has gone to was right next to one. You kicked up dust as you ran across the ground desperately searching for a Beowolf.


Running headfirst into another large bush your eyes widened in panic as you came out the other side, just managing to stop at the beginning of a clearing you stared at the one Beowolf, sat with its back to you.


Clutching your spork harder you carefully approached as to not alert it. Your eagerness easily blocking out any negatives such as fear.


Qrow: "Kid! Come back!" You quickly turned to the way the voice came surprised that he had caught up so easily.


Multiple low growls snapped you out of your shock as you turned back, now facing down three bloodthirsty Beowolfs. Each snapped a drooling towards you as they eyed their prey.


(Y/N): "Well, that's unlucky."


As if you had somehow said their trigger word, the Beowolfs rushed forwards, talon like claws ripping up the ground covering their black coats in brown.


Taking a deep breath you rushed towards them ready to let instinct take over.


But it didn't.


Before you could think about turning back one of the Grimm pounced at you while wildly flailing its arms. The clumsy blow was enough to send you flying into a tree with enough force to make you cough blood. Water clouded your eyes as it tried to get focus on the monsters as they rested around for another attack. Unsteadily, you pulled yourself up with support from the tree only to be grabbed by a different Beowolf and be thrown against a nearby rock, knocking all the wind from you.


Blood and tears poured from you like a pair of taps. The mix staining the grass as you failed to bring yourself up again. You hadn't even landed one hit on them. You were weak. Closing your eyes you accepted the inevitable.


The pain was too much.


You could hear the nightmare monsters approach you from the ground, their vicious growls sounding victorious as they prepared to enjoy their meal.


Theirs...


The growls faded from your hearing as you stared at the bloody grass.


You didn't belong to them...


The clouds parted above you and the sun shone down onto the forest, illuminating the clearing you were in.


You didn't belong to anybody...


Something glittered in-front of you, it was metallic and most importantly sharp.


Not the Aura Inversion Program...


Your hand reached out and weakly gripped the spork.


Not anyone...


Forcing yourself onto your hands and knees pain shot through you, the cuts you had suffered increasing the feeling.


You were (Y/N) (L/N)...


The monsters growls returned again,  louder this time, almost tauntingly as they mocked your state. The pain began to fuel your anger and hatred, all three giving you strength.


A fucking immortal...


Standing up while wiping away the blood and tears in your eyes, you found yourself face to face with the Grimm.


Who wants to surrender...


You gripped the spork intensely and gave the creature a cocky grin as it brought its claw up once more.


When you can keep fucking trying.


Like lighting you tackled the Beowolf and brought the spork into its eye, forcing it deeper as it howled in pain. No blood gushed forth from it but rather it was coated by your own as it clawed at you only tearing new cuts for the blood to flow from.


Driving your fist in with the Spork in a surge of energy, you were rewarded by the sight of black dust floating off of it in the breeze. A sudden agony ripped through your stomach as one of the other Grimm had ripped straight into it, lifting you off of its friend and over itself. Your body sagged as you looked down at the Beowolf. Tenderly you reached down to its head and stroked the fur before gripping it and pulling, your own stomach ripping itself as you brought yourself closer, bloodcurdling screams let loose from you as you did, until the noise died in your throat.


Your torso soon lost support from your legs, just your upper arm strength keeping you on the Grimm. As your guts spilled out onto its black fur, you started stabbing at the monsters neck while avoiding its bites by swinging as best you could. It took time but you soon dug a chunk out of it where it started repeatedly hitting until it sagged to the floor. Keeping the spork wedged in there, you tore at the flesh with you hands until that Grimm had died too.


Pulling the spork from the mess left behind you felt the last of the three chomp down on your chest, it's fangs piercing whatever hadn't fallen out. Everything was already going black as you started slamming your weapons continually into the remainders head. Eventually you felt gravity pull you to the dirt and into unconsciousness as the Grimm let go.


{Le Timeskip brought to you by me updating the old chapters!}


Your eyes shot open as you gasped for air, you couldn't sit up however as someone was keeping you down with their foot. Straining against the sunlight you could just make out Qrow drinking from his flask.


(Y/N): "We have got to stop meeting like this."


Qrow: "Agreed, I put new clothes back on you. Seeing as you 'somehow' ruined the old ones."


(Y/N): "But this means you'll train me now right?."


Qrow: "While I'm sure whatever you did was impressive, no, I don't think I will." You growled and pushed his foot off of you.


(Y/N): "Then I'll just follow you till you will."


Qrow simply laughed and started walking in a direction, you quickly jumping up and following behind him.


Qrow: "Yea, good luck with that."


You then tripped over a tree branch and smacked the dirt with your face.


Present Day


You sighed as you stared out of the airship window, you remembered that day fondly and the days that followed. The reoccurring bad luck that wouldn't be explained to you until much later in your journeys was always interesting.


He had eventually decided to train you, why though he had never said. But it had all lead up to this you supposed, all the fighting and training. It all lead to your next 4 years at Beacon Academy.

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