Chapter 1 Arrival

I Do Not Own RWBY or RWBY characters

"speech" 'Character Thought'

It's been years since he thought about the beginning. People always wonder where they came from, where they'll end up. Where do new souls come from? Where do dead ones go. He always thought his religion had it pegged, Heaven was a great incentive to believe in an afterlife. Reincarnation? Not high on his list ('who would want to come back to this place?').

However, it was still on the list.

One minute he was setting up his restaurant, the next he was looking up at a woman's face.

('what?')

Not bad for a first thought, really.

His first week of life was the roughest, mourning the family he had unintentionally left behind. His first year of life, however, was…normal. Speech was tricky ('ever noticed how much muscle control goes into moving one's lips correctly?'). He developed fast seeing as he had mannerisms from twenty-three years of his previous life.

Remembering his first life was the most difficult part of growing up ('except diapers, screw those'). As it turns out, new lives did not mean a clean slate. He would never be able to lead a normal life. He could lie, dumb down his speech enough to pull it off, but repeating said trait by action was beyond him.

('Great, a life as a nerd again, woohoo.')

Then things…changed. There he was, stumbling along age one, maybe halfway to two, then he looked up…and fells on his butt.

('Why…')

He knew where he was…

('The moon…')

He knows what would happen (or maybe what already happened)

('The moon is broken…...fuck.')

Remnant. he wound up on one of the most dangerous planets this side of fiction…

('Great. now 16 years till I can actually do something about this bullshit…gotta get rid of the cursing habit too.')

Of course, he wasn't alone in his household.

His mother, Sno Bianco was a kind woman who liked likes cold colors…a lot. Her theme was everywhere. Couch, rug, dishes, walls. Different shades, some subtle, others…not so subtle. Guess it matched her eyes, so she made it her theme and color scheme ('like every other person in this world'). Oddly enough she had green hair, but the shades seemed to compliment in his eyes Made it seem darker, yet pleasant.

His father, Charles Bianco, was…interesting? His color was darker, as his attitude more…relaxed. He was a huntsman, his weapon was a blade with the appearance of a scimitar, but it was heavier, especially the end. A Falchion. He always corrected anyone that called it scimitar. It shifted into a shotgun and he would use it to add a kick to his swing. "to chop the head off the big bad Grimm" he would say.

He'd go out to work and mother would stay home, at least most days. He was a guard type Huntsman while his mother was a farmer (best coffee farmer in the kingdom of Vale according to her clients). Our little hero would often sit off to the side with his building blocks, not near any tools, but close enough to keep an eye on.

Their clients would sometimes stop and stare at the boy, either in dislike ('I won't blame them, young kids are annoying') or surprised that Sno would have him so close to her. They would comment, ask if he was okay outside for so long, which was touching that they would care so much.

Mom always waved them off. He never cried…almost never ('diapers suck'), and in either life he hated to be a bother. He wouldn't subject them to sleepless nights if he could help it. He didn't wish to scare them off more children if they wanted them. He was lonely, remembering the brothers he had in his last life. Both were older, but they were there until they moved out. So, no terrible twos for the Biancos. Just peace and calm loving Cole.

Cole. Cole Bianco ('…really. Godammit'). Clashing as the name was, he was determined to make it suit him. His electric blue eyes were bright with dark spots and he had a wisp of dark hair that was growing out the top of his head.

His life was simple. However, by three, the Biancos were sure he was a genius, he was reading. Although he often stumbled, ('even with my knowledge my body had to catch up to my words'). But with written words he could go so much further. About 90% of what he read were fairy tales ('I loved fiction then, I love fiction now') but still.

"Something wrong son?" sadly this wasn't the first time Charles had asked him that. After a while they got used to him reading every chance he got. But when he got to the four maidens…he just froze.

"No daddy" Cole replied. He always said that, but could never face them, not with what he knew, not with that story.

"If you have trouble with that one, I could always read it to you." He said once. "it's been ages since one of us read to you".

The offer sat for a while in silence. "I'd like that" he said and so he, and Sno who was around the corner got together to read it. They switched readers per person…Cole listened to every word, making sure to burn it in his mind and thanked them when they finished.

"Didn't like that one?" asked mom.

"It feels weird. Different from the others." he shook his head. 'Get it in gear Cole (three years, finally used to that name)'. He put his finger to his chin "but not a bad story. Glad the Old man left his house. No one should stay inside too long. I wonder if he still takes care of it"

"It's just a story son", Said Charles ruffling Cole's hair, "and an old one at that. I doubt he would still be around"

"He could with magic!" he said, pouting.

"Sweetie" his mom said laughing. It must sound ridiculous to hear their genius son believing in magic. It sounds ridiculous to him too, but he knew. He knew.

"We'll have guests soon" Said Father, "They should arrive by tomorrow"

"Coming straight here then?" Asked my mom, and Cole just turned his head to the side.

"Who's coming? Friends?" he asked. This far from the city, guests were rare.

"Your father's boss." Said Mom. Cole sat up straight.

"And his new assistant" Father quipped.

Charles is a hunter, so his guild? Either his CO or...

"Tomorrow?" asked Cole.

There was a knock at the door.

"That message may have been a bit late" Charles got fairly pale when scared

His worries were validated as he answered the door.

Standing on the other side was THE Professor Ozpin. He had silver colored hair and amber colored eyes. He wore a dark green long sleeve vest with a green scarf around his neck and dark green pants. He was holding an intricate cane in one hand, and what looked like a bottle of wine in the other.

'not gonna lie, I expected coffee.' Thought Cole. At his side was, as expected, a younger Glynda Goodwitch. She had blonde hair and blue eyes and was wearing a white blouse and black skirt. She also wore a purple cloak that was shaped like arrows at the end.

"Sno, Charles, it is good to see the two of you" greeted the Huntress, she carried another bottle of what Cole assumed to be wine into the house as she entered.

"It's good to see you too" returned father, "honestly it was quite the surprise to see you in person. Normally you would just send requests, and is this your newest assistant?"

"This is Glynda Goodwitch, and if she continues to excel, she may take the position of Headmistress one day." He stated as Glynda stood a little more proudly. "As for our visit, we were nearby, and believe we should save a request form and delivery time"

'The coffee' Cole realized 'yeah he'd save the form, and the delivery cost, and the delivery time. of course,'. Mom grew the best coffee. Ever.

"And this must be little Cole" said Ozpin, getting down to his level. Three years and it was still stunning how tall Remnant people are. He noticed the book Cole had, "Reading already? My what a smart boy. What story is that".

He had almost forgotten he had this in his hands, but just barely stuttered out: "The tale of the four maidens",

"Oh? And what did you think of it?"

And here it was, his chance to get known, or at least to make sure Ozpin knows to watch out for him. He glanced back at his mother and father chatting with a surprisingly approachable Goodwitch. "It's different…from the other fairytales" he said, adding the last bit when he saw the huntsman questioning his answer.

"Really" he said with a knowing smirk. "how so?"

Cole shrug "it doesn't feel like a fairy tale. It feels…more"

He saw the man's smile dim a bit before returning and to the other adults and reminding them that he was there. Cole put his book down and left for a puzzle he had nearby ('100 pieces cause I haven't gotten a bigger one'). 'Job done, I guess' He thought 'Now I gotta grow up, train and stop the FALL…yippee'. Sadly, that thought stayed with him until the professor had to leave.

"Such a bright boy" Said Goodwitch on the way out, "maybe you'll find your way to Beacon someday".

"I will!" he called out, startling his parents who never heard him get so loud, "I'll be a hero, just like you and dad". Dad smiled and blushed at that. Mom…not so much. Seems like our hero's goal to becoming a huntsman might not be as smooth a path as he had thought it would be.

This is my first fic, so I appreciate criticism and ideas. I don't have a beta reader, so I would appreciate someone helping my grammar usage.

inspired by reiteration and many more fanfiction authors like: Coeur Al'Aran, Imyoshi, PotNpaN, and many more

Rewrite finished 12/06. Because I needed to take a step back from my character's first person POV