The mention of family sparked a sense of warmth in Kakashi's chest, mingled with confusion. He had no memory of this new life, of the people who called him "Rinko." Yet the idea of a family waiting for him stirred something within—a yearning for connection, for understanding.
Kakashi paused, momentarily caught off guard, as the door swung open once again. A younger boy entered, his presence immediately commanding attention. "How are you feeling, brother?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. The boy's eyes glowed with a striking blue hue, exuding an unusual brightness that drew Kakashi in. He appeared to be around 14 or 15 years old, with an air of refinement that suggested he came from a distinguished family.
Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck, still trying to orient himself in this strange new reality. "I'm... okay. Who... are you?" he stammered, his confusion evident.
The boy's eyes widened in surprise, mirroring the startled look on Klein's face. "H-he's your brother, Master Rinko, Whitley Schnee—" Klein began to explain, but Whitley quickly interjected.
"I can answer for myself, Klein. Thank you," he said, raising a hand to signal the butler to stop. Klein nodded respectfully and took a step back, allowing the two brothers to engage directly.
Whitley turned his full attention to Kakashi, an intensity in his gaze. "I'm your little brother, Rinko Schnee," he stated, his voice steady but laced with an underlying frustration. "You may have forgotten me, but I wonder what you just ate that made you unconscious and forget about your little brother. Am I really that insignificant to your life, huh? You cocky prick!"
The warmth in Whitley's tone quickly evaporated, replaced by sharpness and palpable disdain.
His words struck Kakashi like a sudden gust of wind, leaving him momentarily speechless. He hadn't expected such an outburst, and the intensity of Whitley's emotions was overwhelming.
Kakashi's brow furrowed as he processed this unexpected confrontation. "I... I didn't mean to forget you," he managed to reply, feeling a mix of confusion and remorse. "This is all so... new to me."
Whitley's expression flickered between anger and something softer—hurt, perhaps. "New? You think it's easy for me to watch you waltz back into my life after who knows how long and act like nothing's changed?" His voice cracked slightly, revealing a deeper vulnerability beneath the bravado. "Do you even care that you left me behind?"
Kakashi felt the weight of Wheatley's words, but he didn't know how to respond. Confusion tangled with guilt, leaving him momentarily speechless.
A heavy silence enveloped the room, stretching on uncomfortably. Klein closed his eyes in disappointment, sensing the rift between the brothers deepening.
"I—" Kakashi began, his heart racing as he searched for the right words to bridge the gap. But before he could gather his thoughts, Whitley sharply interrupted him.
"Forget it! I'm not here to have an emotional talk with you. Father ordered me to get you to him once you're awake. He has business with you he'd like to discuss." Whitley rolled his eyes, frustration radiating from him like heat waves, and strode out of the room.
The door slammed shut behind Whitley with a loud bang, the sound reverberating in the stillness that followed. Kakashi stood there, the impact of the confrontation settling heavily on his shoulders. His mind raced with questions, but Wheatley's anger lingered in the air, making it difficult to focus.
Klein remained a quiet observer in the aftermath of the tense exchange. "Master Rinko," he said softly, concern etched on his features.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," Kakashi said in an apologetic tone, feeling the weight of the situation. It was strange to voice such sentiments in a body that wasn't his own, yet the feelings were real.
Klein paused, studying Kakashi with a scrutinizing gaze. Rinko's behavior had undoubtedly shifted since he awoke; it was as if something fundamental had changed within him, creating a dissonance that was palpable.
Klein bowed slightly, a gesture of respect mixed with understanding. "It's alright, Master Rinko. Let's get you fixed up real quick. You'll be meeting with your father soon enough."
Kakashi nodded, grateful for Klein's calm demeanor.
Kakashi, now known as Rinko Schnee, is one of Jacques Schnee's children and the twin brother of Weiss Schnee. Currently, Weiss is in Vale, enrolled at Beacon, one of the four prestigious Huntsmen academies.
What is a Huntsman?
Huntsmen are skilled warriors dedicated to combating and eradicating Grimm, the monstrous creatures that threaten humanity. They not only eliminate these threats but also capture them for authorities. In addition to their role in fighting Grimm, Huntsmen have the authority to apprehend individuals involved in illegal activities, effectively serving as protectors and enforcers in their communities.
He learned everything from Klein's brief and yet concise explanation.
Klein told him that he, Rinko, left Wheatley Schnee to follow your father's agenda and footsteps. Rink was an arrogant, selfish, asshole. Even to his siblings. Rinko wasn't a fighter, but more like a businessman. Like his damn father.
Kakashi sighed. He wore a pleasant-looking suit as he went to follow Klein, leading to his father's office.
Klein paused in front of a brown huge door. He knocked on it three times as he sidestepped, gesturing to Kakashi that he may now go in. Klein bowed again as he closed his eyes.
Kakashi placed his palm on Klein. Klein opened his eyes slowly as he met Kakashi's gaze.
"Thank you, Klein."
Rinko sounded genuine. This formed a smile on Klein's face as he nodded.
Without hesitation, Kakashi pushed open the door to his father's office. He found Jacques Schnee seated behind an imposing desk, a glass of wine in hand.
"Well... it's about time, son," Jacques said, his voice smooth but laced with impatience as he set the glass down on the desk with a soft clink.