Comfort In Darkness (RWBY Story)

Chapter 1

'Failure...'

"Mr. Orpheus" Port signed from behind his desk, holding (F/n)'s test score in his hands. "Honestly, I am beginning to wonder if you even want to pass my class at this point! A Beowolf being weak in the paws? Preposterous! And aiming for Boarbastucks tusks? Honestly, an elementary schooler could answer these questions!"

"I'm sorry, sir," The black-haired boy mumbled, looking down at the desk, making fists under the table hard as he bits his lips. It wasn't like it was his fault...

Nobody was there to help him. His whole team turned their backs on him since he was dead last, and nobody else in Beacon was willing to help him. The humans hated him because he was the dead last, and the Faunus hated him because he was a human.

"Sorry won't cut it," Port said firmly, stampings his test papers with a big 'F'.

"I'm afraid that you are going to repeat your first classes next year!"

(F/n) just nodded without looking at Profesor Port, collecting his test papers and leaving the classroom to the laughter of every other student. Had anybody looked or cared, they would've seen the tears falling from his eyes and the trail they left as the black-haired boy left the classroom.

'Loser...'

"The match is over, the winner is miss Teale," Glynda Goodwitch announced, causing an entire crowd to begin laughing at the obvious outcome. "As always, excellent miss Teale, though I do ask to not get so angry when someone accidentally insults snakes."

"Got it, Professor G," Teale shrugged, feeling a bit tad sheepish. though hot for Glynda's accusations, because she went all out because (F/n) accidentally insulted snakes, which was her favorite thing in the world after chameleons.

Turning to the defeated black-haired boy laying on the ground, Glynda sighed. "Mr. Orpheous, where do I even begin with you? Your form was sloppy, you never once checked your Aura and you seemed to thing for some reason was genius to charges into miss Teale's weapon head on! I'm afraid you have failed this class and shall be repeating next year."

"I understand, professor Goodwitch," the black-haired boy mumbled, sitting up, barely holding in a sob of pain and sadness. "May I go to the infirmary? I do not feel well..."

"Go," Glynda told him, turning and calling up the next two people taking the test.

Had she bothered to check, she would have seen the blood falling from the black-haired boy's sleeve and leading to the door. But nobody noticed, and by the time anyone checked, the janitor would have long cleared it up.

'Dead Last...'

"(F/n) grunted as he got shoved around in the locker room, another blow landing on his haw and sending him tumbling into the lockers. He locked up at these attacks, a bunch of first years like him decided to show the 'dead last' his place.

"Must think you're tough shit, heh Orpheos?" The leader asked, "Ditching classes, always knowing the answers to everything, must think you're the king of the school, do you?"