Edit: (2/27/16) 12:23 A.M.- Ok, DJ read through and noticed one of our notes we made while writing this was still there. Whoops. Fixed now. Also a few grammatical errors, and some general phrasing and stuff that I went ahead and fixed.

eaod2k- So, Welcome to our first RWBY story! Joining me, as always, is Djsoresupon3. Say hello!

Djsoresupon3- Heya folks!

eaod2k- Would you like to introduce our story's concept?

DJ- Hm… naw… it's a surprise ;)

2k- Mwa ha ha… keeping them in suspense, Eh?

DJ- More like holding their loved ones hostage and demanding for something stupid… like 20 bags of Dill Pickle Lays.

2k- *stops thoughtfully* you know, we sound like psychopaths… DJ the Sith and Eaod2k the Witch... Speaking of Witches… *looks off into distance* I think I see the Salem witch hunting mob on their way here…

DJ- Aren't they a couple hundred years late?

2k- They are... and I thought us Witches took care of them centuries ago… Anyway, let's get on with the story. DJ? You know what's next.

DJ- Scorched earth tactics?

2k- *facepalms* no. for the story.

DJ- … Scorched story tactics?

2k- … ok then, I'm doing it. We in no way own the awesomeness that is RWBY. If we did, god help the characters. RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth.

DJ- Oh yeah, that… Anyways, we hope that you enjoy what you're about to read.

Chapter 1

(1st Person, Jaune's PoV)

I spat out the bile in my mouth as I sat hunched over one of the toilets in the bathroom stalls. Motion sickness… Oum did it suck. I flushed the toilet and used the it to get myself back onto my feet. Oh this was so embarrassing. Not only did I throw up, but I threw up on a girl… and a hot one at that! I don't see how this day could get any worse. I sighed as I stumbled out of the stall and made my way to the sinks. Cupping my hands, I got some water to rinse out my mouth to get rid of the taste. I splashed my face a bit. I hope I don't get a stupid nickname because of this. I grabbed a few paper towels and dried my hands and face. I exited the bathroom and saw that people were beginning to line up at the exits. I had to go grab my luggage… while not looking outside. Or thinking about how the Bullhead was moving. Or how it felt like it was rocki- no, stop it! I shielded my face a bit with my hand as I ran to get my luggage. There wasn't much I brought from home. Just change of clothes, some essential toiletries. Oh, and of course, Crocea Mors. I patted the sword on my hip, smiling down at it. It was a family heirloom and I had been entrusted with it. Of course, every male Arc was to be a hunter. That thought made me frown a bit. I hope they haven't realized my transcripts were faked. But I doubt I'd be here if they did. I grabbed my bags and rushed to join the line of people, silently praying that I wouldn't see the girl that I had thrown up on. Or the girl that had been next her. I sighed and facepalmed. If everyday was going to be like this, this was going to be a long year.

I got in line as the Bullhead began to slow down. And rock… and sway. I suddenly hunched over and moved my hands to cover my mouth as I got nauseous. Oh Oum, please not again! I think I'd die of embarrassment if I threw up again. I tried my best to keep the pressure in my stomach from rising. I tried to stand up and look as normal as possible. It's okay, we're doing okay Jaune. Definitely not going to throw up again. How could Jaune the Ladykiller throw up in public? Okay, ignoring what happened almost five minutes ago. I was too cool for that. I nodded my head in satisfaction as the doors to the Bullhead began opening. I hadn't even noticed when we docked. All of the students began shuffling out of the ship and I followed. I exited the Bullhead, smiled, took a deep breath and immediately regretted the decision. I charged through the group of people, using my bag as a ram to knock people out of the way as I searched for something, anything to throw up in. There had to be one nearby, right?! Oh! There was one! With a final burst of effort, I nearly knocked some people over to get to the garbage can. I dropped my bag, hunched over the can and emptied my stomach (not that there was much to empty) into the can. I hurled a few times, then dry heaved another couple as I tried to regain my breath. Oh Oum, my poor stomach. I spit out the bile and started to regain my breath when something exploded. And I don't mean figuratively, I mean literally. I looked up and glanced around to find the source. I saw two girls, one seemed to be cowering from the other, while the other girl was… smoking? I guess that answers the question of what exploded. I noticed that the cowering girl was wearing a red hood of some sort, and she looked vaguely familiar. Like I had seen her from somewhere. Which was weird, because the only girl I could remember was the one I threw up on… oh, maybe she was her friend. Oum, I hope not. The other girl looked like she was wearing gray- oh wait. She was all gray. Movement drew my eyes toward another girl that I hadn't noticed before. This one was wearing a black vest or something. She also had a black bow on top of her head. I had to tear away my gaze as my stomach lurched again. I dry heaved again and sighed. Oum, this probably looked pathetic. I looked back up towards the scene to see the girl who had been grey, who was now brushing herself off, walking away. She was followed by two men, picking up an assortment of suitcases and stacking them onto a cart. She must be really rich or something. The girl in the red hood called out to her, and as she did so, the girl in the black vest started walking away. The hood girl turned around to see her walking away. She slumped down to her knees. A thought suddenly crossed my mind. The girl was now all alone and there was no one else around. I could make a really good impression on her if I helped her since she seemed really lonely! Also, I had no idea where to go from here. I grabbed my bag and made my way over to her as she fell on to her back. I heard her mutter something, but I couldn't make it out. I approached her and offered her my hand.

"Hey, I'm Jaune", I introduced myself. And I didn't even stutter!

"Ruby", she replied and took my hand. I helped her up to her feet. She humorously scoffed as she looked at me. "Aren't you the guy that threw up on the ship?"

Oh fantastic, just fantastic. There goes any future chances with the girl.

"Yeah, that's me", I replied as I let go of her hand.

"How are you feeling now?" She asked, surprising me.

"Huh? Oh uh…" Oh way to go you idiot, answer normally! "I'm fine, a little motion sickness never killed anyone."

She kind of giggled at that.

"Yeah, I guess that's true", she said. We stood there in awkward silence, which I decided to try to break.

"Why don't we get going so we're not late", I said, to which she nodded to and we began walking. Thank Oum she knew the way.

"So… Jaune. Where are you from?" She asked.

"Well, I'm from a small town that's kind of on the outskirts of Vale", I answered. "What about you?"

"Oh, well I'm from Patch", she said. I stared at her and she clarified. "It's the large island off the coast of Vale."

"Ah. Well where'd you go to school?" I asked.

"Signal Academy. Where'd you go?" She asked, causing me to curse. I should have seen that coming.

"Hey you look really young to be attending Beacon", I said quickly. Yep, totally played that off well. She seemed to look down at that. Oh great, also brought up a sensitive topic.

"Well, that's because I'm fifteen", she replied. I actually felt my jaw gape a little. Fifteen?! So she's actually some kind of prodigy?

"That's incredible", I said, part in truth, but also because I wanted to cheer her back up.

"Yeah…" She said, rather dismissively. I frowned a bit. So that didn't work.

"So… do you like the color red?" I asked her, trying to change topics. She just looked at me with a raised brow. "I think I'm going to call you Red."

"Fine, then I'll call you Vomit Boy", she replied. I scoffed, faking offense.

"Hey, I just get sick from motion. It happens to everyone", I countered. I saw her smile again.

"Uh-huh. Sure", she said dismissively. But I could tell that it was meant jokingly.

"All I'm saying is motion sickness is a much more common problem than people realize", I said, still portraying that I was offended. I noticed a few students walking around, but they seemed to be upperclassmen.

"Look, I'm sorry. Vomit Boy was the first thing that came to mind", she said, smiling.

"Oh yeah?" I challenged. "What if I called you Crater Face?"

"Hey! That explosion was an accident", she countered.

"Well the name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it", I said, grinning. It felt easy to talk to her at least.

"Do they?" She asked, smirking.

"They will", I assured her, even throwing in hand gestures. "Well I, uh, I... ugh. I hope they will. Heh, my mom always says that. Eh, never-mind."

She giggled at that. There was a brief awkward pause again, which she broke.

"So…" She dragged a bit before reaching for something on her back. "I've got this thing."

"Woah", I jumped back as whatever she had grabbed turned into… "Is that a scythe?"

"It's also a custumizable, high-impact sniper rifle", she said, actually holding it up. I was too distracted by the blade to actually register what she said.

"A-wha?" I asked cleverly. She… cocked it?

"It's also a gun", she clarified.

"Oh…" I said. "That's cool!"

"So, what do you got?" She asked me excitedly.

"Oh, uh…" I was still kind of distracted by the scythe. I reached down and grabbed my… sword. My very normal sword. "I-I got this sword."

"Ooo", she said. I couldn't quite tell if she was being sarcastic or not, but she didn't seem like the sarcastic type. Encouraged by this, I reached for the sheath where it fastened to my wrist and expanded into a shield.

"Yeah, I got a shield to", I said, showing her. She reached out to touch it.

"So what do they do?" She asked, touching the shield, which of course would cause it to unfasten from my wrist, fall off and collapse back into a sheath. I tried to catch it… if you could call it that. It probably looked like I was trying to juggle it with my free hand. It hit the ground but I caught it before it could fall with my sword hand and fastened it back to my wrist where it re-expanded. I held it up for her to see again, doing fantastic with impressions right now.

"The shield gets smaller. So… when I get tired of carrying it, I can just… put it away", I told her. She raised a brow at me.

"But… wouldn't it weigh the same?" She asked. I sighed.

"Yeah, it does", I said, hanging my head in defeat.

"Well...", she laughed awkwardly "I'm kind of a dork when it comes to weapons, I guess I did go a little overboard in designing it."

That bit caught my interest. "Wait… you made that?"

"Of course", she said as if it was common to make your own weapons. "All students at Signal forge their own weapons."

Oh… well how about that?

"Didn't you make yours?" She continued. I looked down at Crocea Mors.

"It's a hand-me-down", I paused. "My great-great-great grandfather used it to fight in the war."

"Sounds more like a family heirloom to me", she joked nervously. "... Well I like it. Not many people have an appreciation for the classics these days."

"Yeah", I could tell that she was trying to cheer me up, so I smiled a bit. "The classics."

I collapsed the shield back into its sheathe form and put Crocea Mors away.

"So why'd you help me out back there, in the courtyard?" She asked, starting to walk again. I began following her.

"Eh, why not? My mom always says, 'strangers are just friends you haven't met yet'", I said, before inwardly cursing. Yep, just keep talking about your mom. Way to show how much of a man you are, Jaune.

"Hm", she replied. She then suddenly looked around. "Hey where are we going?"

"Oh, I don't know. I was following you", I answered. We both stopped and looked around. A little humor couldn't make the situation worse, right? "You think there might be a directory? Maybe… a food court? Some sort of recognizable landmark?"

She looked like she was almost on the verge of laughing.

"Is a… is that a no?" I asked. She looked at me.

"Haha. That's a no", she said. I gave a nervous half smile as we slipped into a comfortable silence.

I smiled inwardly as I observed her, happily skipping by my side, quietly humming a song.

'Adorable' I thought. She stopped skipping and turned towards me.

"What was that?" She asked. I stared at her blankly.

"... What?" I asked back.

"I thought you said something", she said, resuming her skipping. I almost wiped my brow, but I didn't for fear that she would catch on. We both started hearing a mass of voices from somewhere. We went towards the noise and eventually saw the gathering hall where we were supposed to… gather.

We casually walked into the hall together, but almost as soon as we did, a voice called out to us. Well, not us, but close enough.

"Ruby!" A feminine, yet somewhat tomboyish voice called out. We both turned to find the source. I saw a head of yellow and a waving hand. "Over here! I saved you a spot!"

"Oh!", Ruby said before turning to me. "Hey, I-I gotta go. I'll see you after the ceremony!"

"Hey wait!" I called, reaching a hand out, but she was gone. I sighed. "Aww great… where am I supposed to find another nice, quirky girl to talk to."

As I walked away, I felt a chill run up my spine… like I was being watched. I turned around, but didn't see anyone specifically looking at me. I shrugged the feeling and looked around instead for somewhere to stand. I decided to just head the same way Ruby had gone and hope I saw her again.

I actually found her surprisingly enough, but she was with… some sort of angel… I slapped myself to refocus. She was with that girl from before in the courtyard, who turns out, when not covered in soot was actually super attractive. Oum she had such pale and flawless skin. Like was it healthy to have such pale skin? I mean, it looks great on her, but I feel like she must have a lot of problems with sunburns. I wonder who she is… not that it matters, she's out of my league. Heck, Ruby's out of my league. Though-

"-tall, blonde and scraggly over there", I heard a female voice say.

"Hm?" I said reflexively. Wait a second… tall, blonde and scraggly? Their talking about me! Oh I wonder what they're saying… hopefully not about me throwing up. Maybe their sayi-

The sound of someone clearing their throat echoed throughout the hall. I looked up towards the stage to see a man with a cane and tinted reading glasses standing at the microphone.

"I'll, keep this brief. You've traveled here today, in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you… and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose… direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you… to take the first step", the man speaking took a step back and then began walking off as a woman who had been standing behind him that I failed to notice went up to the microphone.

"You will gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow, your initiation begins. Be ready. You're dismissed", she said. I sighed, before looking towards the group of three girls… wait, three? I failed to notice the blonde girl that was next… oh, it was the girl I threw up on. Alright Jaune, time to redeem yourself. I walked up to the girl wearing white, using what she said before, I figured I knew what she was talking about.

"I'm a natural blonde by the way", I said once I was next to her. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose… maybe I guessed wrong?

(Timeskip to night time)

I finished putting on my onesie pajamas that my sisters had made. I did a couple of stretches to test its range of motion… mmm, so snug. I got out from the changing area and began heading back over to wear my sleeping bag was. As I walked back, I heard people laughing and snickering as I went. I smiled. It was good knowing that everyone here was good-hearted and not as serious as I thought. I began humming, noticing that a group of guys were all staring in one spot. I stopped to see what they were staring at and saw the yellow-haired girl I had thrown up on. I smiled at her and she… well, stopped smiling. I shrugged, probably had nothing to do with me. I found my sleeping bag and laid down, closing my eyes. Hopefully I wouldn't die tomorrow… pfft, what were the odds? I felt my conscious slowly fade to black.

DJ- Holy heck, we're done.

2k- Yup. Came down to about 4400 words.

DJ- Pretty decent length for a first chapter… though, they're probably just gonna get longer the further we go…

2k- True. So True… especially with what we have planned for Jaune…

DJ- True. Big plans. Huge plans. Big-enough-to-block-the-sun plans. It's going to be fun.

2k- And only slightly evil!

DJ- Eh, evil makes good guys get pay checks.

2k- Aaah… If only we could get payed for this… but Rooster Teeth would probably curb stomp us…

DJ- While wearing a suit of power armor.

2k- ugh… I don't feel like getting curbstomped by a T-69's boot…

DJ- It's a mutual feeling…

2k- Yeah… On a lighter note, if you enjoyed this story, Please leave a review. constructive criticism welcome.

DJ- Flames will be used to burn down my goddamn dorms… fuck these dorms…

2k- I know the feeling… Anyway, this is eaod2000,

DJ- And Djsoresupon3,

Both- And we bid you, adieu. Thanks so much for reading.

Omake

Hey guys, DJ here with the After Hours Omake. These are just random things with no real relevance that are being done for fun. *Pulls out Vinyl record and blows the dust off of it* Today's featured track is Smile by Telepopmusik. *Puts record on phonogram and winds up* Please, enjoy.

It was a nice day in Vale. The sun was out, the breeze was pleasant. The streets were crowded with people enjoying their time, being by themselves or with others. However, there was one person who wasn't quite having as nice a time as everyone else. The girl was at work, why would she be happy? She hated her job and she was positive her job hated her too. She huffed as she took another order. She grabbed a cup and filled out the order on it. She looked up to the man who she took the order from.

"Could I have a name for that?" She asked the man, not even bothering to smile.

"Richaurd", the man said. The girl huffed. Easy enough. R-I-C-H-A-R-D. "That's not how you spell it."

"What?" She asked, looking up at him.

"There's a 'U' after the 'A'", he said. The girl almost crushed the cup in anger. Why would he say that after she wrote it down?! She crossed off the first name and angrily wrote 'Richaurd' on it. She put the cup down for one of her co-workers to take. She venomously looked up at her.

"Thank you… sir", she said, still not even smiling. He scoffed and walked off, but not before saying.

"Would it kill you to smile?" The girl felt her eye twitch and heat began gathering in her hands. She looked just about ready to snap, when another voice broke her anger.

"Cinder! What did I say about scorch marks on the counter?" The male voice said. Cinder looked back to glare at the slightly overweight man who knew he couldn't rock a moustache, but did, because he hoped it would attract 'the ladies' as he put it. Cinder slightly cringed at the thought. She put on her best fake smile though.

"My apologies Mr. Cafee, it won't happen again", she said before taking her hands off the counter, noticing black where they had been.

"That's what I heard last time", the man grumbled before turning back to work. Cinder shot him a piercing glare before turning to her next customer. She turned to see a blonde, teenage boy that looked to be a few years younger than her. There seemed to be no parent or guardian with him.

"How can I help you at Dustbucks today?" She asked him. He smiled at her.

"Could I have one tall half-skinny half-1 percent extra hot split quad shot latte with whip, one grande iced half-caf triple mocha latte macchiato, a double tall, nonfat, half-caf, extra hot latte with whipped cream, vanilla, hazelnut, almond, raspberry and toffee nut syrup, extra foam, 2 packets of Sweet 'n' Low, 1 packet of sugar, 1/2 pack of Equal, and caramel sauce, an iced venti 2 pump melon, 2 pump classic green tea lemonade, a grande 1 pump mocha, 1 pump vanilla, 1 pump caramel and 1 pump coconut latte, a quad grande, 2 pump cinnamon dolce, soy, no whip, no foam latte, an iced double tall nonfat sugarfree 180 vanilla latte, a grande chai tea latte, 3 pump, skim milk, lite water, no foam, extra hot", the boy then took a deep breath before adding, "and an iced water."

By the time the kid had finished his order, almost everyone was staring at the kid. Cinder hadn't even finished the first cup before stopping to stare at the kid.

"... I'm sorry, could I get that one more time?" She asked, her pen shaking. The kid repeated his order… another ten times before Cinder had gotten all of them down. She sighed in relief before turning to the kid. "And a name for all of that?"

"Jaune", the kid said. Oh thank Oum his name was something simple. J-O-H-N. She scribbled onto all of the cups. She was about to sigh again, but the kid spoke first. "Oh, you misspelled my name."

Cinder froze and looked at him. OF COURSE he had to have the other spelling of the name. She quickly went over and simply crossed off all of the 'H's in the name. She nodded and was about to hand the cups over but the kid spoke up again.

"That's wrong too", he said. Cinder felt her eye begin to twitch. She had once heard of the rarer, maybe even non-existent, form of 'John' but didn't know it actually existed. In a flurry of movement, she crossed out all of the names before writing J-H-O-N on all of them. She- "Um… that's also wrong."

Everyone jumped back as the pen in her grip suddenly combusted. She swore and threw the pen into the sink, where someone was washing out blenders. She searched under the counter for another pen before looking at the blonde with smile that told him to run or forfeit his life.

"My apologies… how do you spell your name?" She said in such a tone that anyone who heard it suddenly felt chills run up their spine.

"J-J-J-J", the kid took a deep breath before continuing. "J-A-U-N-E… everyone get's it wrong."

"Thank you… Jaune", she said, writing the name down on all of the cups. After seeing the line that had accumulated, Cinder then realized how much she hated people… and coffee. Both would need to perish before she could ever find happiness.

Inspiration for this Omake was… well just look at Cinder. Doesn't she totally look like a former barista at Starbucks that hated her job? Well, with this, we are officially done. Hope you enjoy yourselves till next time ;)

~Djsoresupon3 signing out