First Day at Beacon

Chapter 1

Y/N was beyond excited as he exited the ship, moving onto the walkway which grew into a courtyard before the majesty of Beacon academy; like the pool that collects at the base of a waterfall. Like a steady stream the students filled this pool conversing with friends from their old school, such a diverse array of colours and voices. Truly the atmosphere that brewed adventure.

An explosion of dust from his right interrupted his awe filled trance and brought his attention to an arguing trio of girls, red white and black. People aught to be careful, you never know who's team you could end up on so it would be best to maintain niceties until then.

Someone patted Y/N on the back and he turned to see his younger brother Jack, his hair electric blue to compare to Y/N's own red hair. Despite being almost identical they weren't twins and Jack was only here because he'd excelled beyond his peers and was moved forward a year, Ozpin becoming more liberal with the idea of taking on younger students. Whether Y/N wanted his little brother here or not he had yet to decide, but it couldn't hurt exactly.
Y/N ruffled his brother's hair and smiled at him "you better not cramp my style!" He said in jest.
"Don't worry you don't need any help with that Y/N" Jack lightly punched his brother in the shoulder. It'd be good for him to be at Beacon afterall Jack would be alone if he stayed home, their parents always being busy with work Y/N was responsible in their abscence.

"See any girls you like Jack? Like a bit of an older women?" Y/N chuckled nudging his brother into an orange haired girl who he swiftly apologised to glaring at the ground.
"You'll never get a girlfriend that way" Y/N was trying his best to stifle his laugh that threatened to burst forth.
"Oh I'm sorry professor love. Why don't you show me how it's done?" Jack pushed Y/N into a yellow haired girl with significantly more force than he'd been pushed with. Instead of just bumping into the girl they were both sent tumbling to the ground Y/N ending up with his face buried in her dense, almost matted, hair.
"I'm so sorry. I must've tripped!" Y/N said quickly getting off her as fast as possible and offering her a hand up. In the second it took Y/N to dust himself off he was sent hurtling to the ground again as the girl slugged him in the cheek.

A large crowd had gathered around him and the girl and the teenage murmurs of expectation gradually began to grow in volume until both him and the girl had their fists raised as a mantis raises their deadly appendages. Y/N wanted to avoid the fight but he'd already been humiliated for something that wasn't even his fault and so he felt the rage bubbling up inside his veins, the dull throbbing pf his face reminding him why he was angry. So in his rage he made the first move, a swing at her exposed stomach in an attempt to wind her, as expected she was surprised and launched a left hook at his head but his fist connected first. She wheezed for a second before throwing another punch, it hit Y/N's cheekbone causing pain to both parties involved, her punch was weaker than she wanted still recovering from her missing oxygen.
Her pathetic punch had loosened Y/N's rage and so he lost his advantage, the blonde jumped at him pushing him to the ground and straddling him, immediately he held up his forearms to protect against her punches, knowing her next move: having been in a few school fights before.
She wouldn't stop pounding at his arms now that she had the advantage, quickly both parties were tired and bruised in their respective areas but Y/N still had some reserved energy and so launched another punch, not directly at her head, but close enough to glance her cheekbone and startle her backwards into the dirt. At this opportunity he stood up panting, arms raised as his opponent got to her feet. He almost begged her to let him go, his arms were cramping and sore to the touch.

Instead however she asked him a question.
"Why did you hold back your punch?!" The anger and confusion in her voice was clear as crystal and it was evident that she felt cheated in some way.
"Because I don't want to fight you! I only tripped into you and you punched me in the face, what are you twelve years old?" Y/N made sure to hide his tiredness, weakness may only provoke her to try and cause more damage to him and he was still aching from her first volley of punches. She didn't reply instantly and instead wiped her nose on her sleeve as if she was a street boxer.
"Oh. In that case I'm sorry if i overreacted."
Overreacted was an understatement but Y/N wanted desperately to avoid further conflict and now he could see the girl clearly, pale skin, golden hair and hypnotising lilac eyes.