A Man of Honor.

Chapter 1: It started one night with a girl.

There are three sides to every story. Mine, yours and the truth ~ Joe Massino

After I spilled the truth to Pyrrha like an idiot I slept very uneasily. Cardin had apparently overheard my little outburst and had wasted no time in turning the truth into blackmail. The next day after breakfast however I soon discovered that was the least of my worries.

The minute I stepped into Goodwitche's class to get my ass publicly kicked she called me out and told me to report to the headmaster's office. I should have known something was up the way Pyrrha hadn't even looked at me that morning, I assumed she was just mad at me.

Walking to take the elevator up to the tower I felt like my feet were lead weights and the elevator seemed so slow. When I got up there and entered his office I had a moment where I thought it might not be serious. He sat behind his desk with a steaming cup of coffee next to him, he didn't look angry or threatening so I thought there had to be some other reason he had suddenly called me up here.

"Good morning Mr. Arc, please take a seat," he told me motioning to a chair.

I sat myself down and tried to look like I wasn't sweating bullets. "Good morning sir," I said, trying to be as casual as I could.

"Last night Miss Nikos came to me and suggested I take a closer look at your transcripts," he explained. "I think you can guess what I found."

It felt like I had just been struck by lighting. I wished I had been so I wouldn't have to listen to the rest and watch as my dreams were slaughtered before my very eyes. I nodded feeling dead inside.

"She explained everything to me," Ozpin continued on, "please do not be upset with her Mr. Arc she is only concerned with your well being, the life of a huntsmen is dangerous and even learning here can be risky."

"I understand," I told him. I honestly wasn't mad at Pyrrha, she had every right to do what she did. "I'll be gone before lunch."

"Not so fast young man, I want to discuss your future," he said.

"What future?" I asked him, "You're expelling me aren't you?"

"Yes I am, but I must admit Mr. Arc despite your false transcripts you have managed to adapt yourself well. You survived initiation and despite your lack of experience you have managed to get through two months of classes with passable grades." He picked up his coffee cup and took a long sip taking a long hard look at me, sizing me up.

"I'm last in my combat class," I told him.

"Maybe but worse have passed through these halls Mr. Arc, you have potential young man and I am not in the habit of letting potential go to waste." He explained to me folding his hands.

"So you're not going to expel me?" I asked him, feeling a glimmer of hope that I might be able to salvage this somehow and keep my dream alive.

"I'm afraid I must," Ozpin said, "but I have a proposition for you Mr. Arc, I want to put your potential to use and if things go according to plan I could welcome you back to Beacon. Plenty of other students who go through my academy are self taught like your teammates Miss Valkyrie and Mr. Lie. If you can do this for me Mr. Arc, I'll be sure to make your qualifications official and I would happily welcome you back into Beacon."

I felt like a starving man offered a juicy steak listening to this. You know me, I wanted to be a huntsman so bad for so long that I hardly even considered what Ozpin might be asking. "Yes, I'll do whatever you want," I said too fast, "What is it?"

Ozpin stared at me, "Are you sure you want to do this Mr. Arc? I know you want to become a huntsman but I warn you that what I am asking you to do will not be easy and it will be extremely dangerous."