A/N: I hate it when other people say this, but this is my first story on RWBY. NOT MY FIRST FANFICTION, just my first fanfic on purely RWBY, I plan on having a crossover of it with Bleach up, and I am mainly a Bleach writer and I find it hard to jump between fandoms and understand everything in a flash, so if something is missing that you want to point out, by all means do!

This will, surprise, have a MINOR crossover with Bleach, mainly just a handful of abilities from the series (or Manga specifically). I hope you enjoy regardless, and if you like Bleach I offer you to read my other fics, which are at least 4K-10K long per chapter :D

Also, as an extra note; this first part of the chapter is told from the perspective of a child, so it will be lacking proper speech patterns and such until they reach a reasonable age. Long A/N at the end of the chapter.

I DO NOT OWN RWBY

Chapter 1: The Deprivation of Birth


Being a child was... strange.

Or more specifically, being a new-born was strange.

He knew that was what he was, but he did not know how. Images played in his mind slowly, allowing him to analyse them before dismissing them subconsciously. He didn't understand why they were here, but he liked them. Some were pretty, like large fields of flowers with two children - was that the word? - skipping in it. Some were more... brutal, such as a large black and white monster stabbing a farmer through his stomach with a large clawed paw. Despite the brutality it was... interesting... to look at, the only thing I could.

I was always surrounded in darkness, silence and I could never seem to make a noise. I couldn't seem to move either, but in the end I didn't need to with these pictures.

They were my comrades.


As time droned on, I learned.

Such as that black-and-white beast was called a Grimm, namely a Goliath. I knew it was a large, seemingly calm creature, but like all Grimm it held an instinctive hatred towards Humans. Despite that it seemed rather... weak, if you abused its weaknesses. Perhaps you could jump onto its back, then how would it get up? Its weight appeared as though it would prevent it from immediately getting up, therefore if it did tip onto its side to knock you off you could attack its underbelly.

I knew this from the pictures, some even animated ones that spoke words and sounds, echoing in the darkness. I remembered all the names of the people in the pictures, as they came to me randomly; Katie, Hans, Kit, Cana, many people. Some were hunters and huntresses too, but they always died in the end. It was kind of... sad.

But even so, I continued to look at the information, my mind eager to pick out every little detail from them.


One day, out of the blue, light flooded my dark realm of pictures. My eyes, not adjusted to the brightness dubbed 'light', saw nothing more than blurs. Different colours played out before me, mainly white, but also other colours, a mix of black, brown and oddly a shade of lilac. I tried to dismiss them, but the light still shone through the darkness, albeit not as bright. Because of this I waited to see if it would stop being blur, but it did not. Colours moved but the whiteness was eternal, wavering when another colour overcame it.

After an extended period of time I eventually was consumed back into darkness, which I later identified as sleep. However it could not be counted entirely as sleep as I was not rendered unconscious, rather my body was resting and my mind was unable to contact my body, preventing me from awakening it.

Interesting.


One day, out of the blue, a new collection of pictures and videos came.

They were from a different persons perspective, and they went different places than the other pictures. He had a family, with a wife named Sara and a son named Tjeria, a very unique name. He worked as a Hunter, a job where they protected people from the Grimm. He had visited a hospital in one of the more recent pictures, finding a baby where a large crowd of people were.

''What's his name?'' He asked.

''Eien'' A person said, a woman dressed in white clothing ''He's special, have you heard the rumours?''.

''Mm, anyone who touches him gets mysteriously cured of their illness, right?'' The man replied, proceeding to then touch the child, but nothing happened.

''I'll be on my way now, please tell Miss Tsuki that I need to see her soon'' The man said politely.

''Of course, Kaname''.

The situation was odd and I had to replay it several times to understand what was happening, especially when the child opened his eyes everyone was ecstatic, claiming he could even heal himself. The child had just stared at the white ceiling above for hours before falling asleep, and everyone left as they did not want to disturb the baby.

That baby was me, as it seems.


I came to a realization.

Perhaps these were not pictures and videos, but rather memories? All of the memories I see are tied to people who end up dying, which must mean that they died and because they touched me, they die after a while. I roughly guessed, from the others memories, that it was over the span of several months, it would be sudden and painless. It was sad in a way, but at the same time...

What could I do?


Again my eyes had opened, after seeing almost three sets of new memories. This time it only took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the world around me, and honestly I was... disappointed. It was a hospital room, the one from the memories of the baby - therefore meaning I was said baby. I felt so... helpless, compared to the Hunters and Huntresses who fought against large Goliaths or mutated Grimm, they were the weirdest kind.

But unlike before everything was clear, sharp, crisp, and all of the unsaid brisk words. It felt nice to look around, to turn my neck, to blink and see. I was in a hospital bed, only it was empty at this time and there was a box beside me, something I think was called an IV or something.

Something I didn't know about.

We'll have to fix that sometime.


It was my fifteenth time of being awake when I noticed a difference, that being that there were sounds. I heard a beeping coming from the IV, there were murmurs outside of the wooden door at the other end of the room. I tried to move my arms, and they obeyed sluggishly, shaking from either disuse, or initial use. Immediately this trigger a low 'beep, beep, beep' and when I tried to move more, it increased in tempo. It did not frighten me, but rather made me curious as to what it meant.

Was I not supposed to move? Or did it track my movements encase I was to fall from this bed?

The door opened and a woman - A Nurse? - came in, long brown hair in a braid over one shoulder ''Hello little Eien''.

She was motherly, I realised, much like Sara from my memories. I could see the anxiety in her eyes, but also curiosity and happiness. It was the first time I moved after all, at least according to my memories - or rather my first conscious movement, instead of tossing in my sleep. I opened my mouth and a long, stringed 'Ahhhh' came out.

She giggled ''Hungry are you?''.

A small rumble accompanied by a slightly painful twitch in my stomach was a response, she nodded and left the room. This puzzled me; how would she 'feed' me if she wasn't here? My question was answered when she came back with a small silver plate with mushy food on it.

Somehow, it didn't seem very appealing.


It had been the thirty-second time I opened my eyes when something changed once again.

A large muscled brute had come in with a bad case of 'bird flu' and apparently knew my parents, who were currently out of town. I had what was called a birthday only a week ago, my first one of many apparently. However when I looked through my memories nobody knew this man - granted few knew my parents, and he had a foul odour about him, and I wasn't speaking about the flu.

He came up to me when I was conscious and gently (something surprising given his large build) and grabbed my arm, painfully. I didn't make a sound, rather feeling him just hold me and wait for something. I could feel it in my chest, like if I broke off a tiny piece of a cookie and took it away. In my mind I felt that piece of me come into contact with him, sending pulses about his form in an invisible manner as the unseen sickness was taken away.

I had done this several times; people would touch me, my 'inner being' would break a tiny bit and join his, then he would die a few weeks or months from now and I would get that piece back, therefore meaning I didn't lose anything, but rather gained all his memories and experiences. However, what if I took action? I had remained impassive when this happened, and I felt my shard touch his 'inner being'. Normally I would do nothing and the shard would seemingly disappear, apparently into his soul.

But this time, I pulled.

Nothing happened for a bit, he let go of my arm and nodded to the nurses before making his way to the door. I felt my shard though, it wasn't mixed with his 'inner being' and so I pulled again.

That got a reaction. He keeled over and brought a hand to his mouth as he rapidly began coughing, blood seeping between his fingertips as the Nurses rushed to him. My shard returned to me, and I felt his 'inner being' begin to crack, like I hit it with a hammer. I felt slightly bad I did that, but when my shard had returned and the memories danced across my mind I realised why none of my memories contained him.

He was something I identified as a murderer, someone who killed other humans for a reason.

I began feeling sleeping, perhaps that cost me some of my energy and made me tired. Despite never having done it before, I rasped out;

''Bad... man''.

It surprised the nurses, both because I spoke and because I called him a bad man after he touched me, as he effectively bled out. I was then consumed back into darkness, my consciousness drifting into a true sleep for the first time in a while.


It was my seventy-second time I opened my eyes when I was allowed to move from my bed.

The nurse, one that had surprisingly not died yet even after attending to me for my entire existence, held my hand as I sat up on the bed, my legs dangling off the edge. I was now two years old, but my form was thin from my initial lack of food intake and continued over-resting. Since I intentionally killed that murdering man I had grown to speak more, to communicate as much as possible... to learn.

''How are you feeling today, Eien?'' Marisa smiled gently, motherly.

My parents never came, they were hunters and were always busy with other things to visit a partially comatose child. I didn't care though; if they couldn't find it in them to visit me, why should I care about them?

Maybe I should kill them too, get rid of the trash.

No, that was a bad idea. For now.

Realising Nurse Marisa was still waiting for an answer, I responded ''Curious''.

She chuckled womanly ''You're always curious, Eien''.

I gave a slow nod ''Can we go outside?''.

Marisa made a humming noise before saying ''Let me go ask Mr. Takano, okay?''.

Mr. Takano, the person who owned this place and a very kind man. He never touched me, for he was always in perfect health and claimed he never wanted to burden a child by curing his rare illnesses, unintentionally avoiding an early death to my uncontrollable ability.

I liked him for that, he was kind but cunning.


I looked around me, the grass was a soft green and the trees were a mix of green, orange and red. This was late summer I believe, a cool but ultimately warm breeze blew by as I looked around the grassy area. It was behind the hospital, just an open span of grassy plains and trees with a fence around the edges.

''What is this place?'' I asked, speech naturally disjointed.

''This is what people called a Park'' She smiled as she sat on her knees, holding me to her chest ''People come here to relax or to enjoy themselves by playing games''.

I looked at the grass below me ''Why is the grass green?''.

Nurse Marisa laughed loudly at that, a soft pitch regardless of the volume ''That is an interesting question, Eien. Well that's because it started out as little seeds, and because of water and sunlight, they grew into grass!''.

I frowned slightly ''You didn't say why it was green, only how it grew''.

She let out a chuckle ''Well its because plants, including grass, contain a special little something called chlorophyll''.

''Clorhofill'' I repeated, but it didn't sound like how she said it, so I tried again ''Chlorofill... Chlorophill... Chlorophyll?''.

''That's right! Well done!'' She praised, her voice contained surprise but maternal pride.

I looked up at the bright sky ''...why is the sky blue?''.

Marisa sighed with a smile ''Well you see...''.


Marisa died last night.

I wasn't as sad as I should be, because I felt a shard come back to me with her memories. She had a heart attack in the middle of the street and died before the Paramedics could even be deployed, the worst part was that she died smiling - her last thought was about me.

From there I began trying to control my ability. When someone touched me I tried to stop the shard from leaving me, and it obeyed, staying with me. The problem was that the only way to heal these people was by giving them the shard, and then killing them a few months later. So I did, I let them take a shard of my 'inner being' and cure them of all ailments, knowing that they would die in a few months but willing to do that instead of bear their illnesses.

I needed more information if I wanted to make good use of my ability.


I had my fourth birthday a few weeks ago.

I was allowed to be a normal child now, wake up on my own, eat a meal given to me by the nurse - a friendly one, thankfully - and then go to a place called playschool. I learned from my memories that it was a sort of prelude to actual school, and from my memories I could not dissect any actually useful information.

The nurses and doctors praised me for my apparently high intellect and my eagerness to learn, mainly giving me medical books because, well, it was a hospital. I often was taken to a library, a massively large building with a glass roof. The librarian and the Nurse who took me were friends, so they often chatted over coffee while I went about to read my books in silence.

I was a quiet person in the playschool, mainly because I did not see what the point of it was. Why would I want to play such pointless games, when I could learn via books? It was stupid.

It was a quiet day today, everyone eating in an outside lunch hall in groups. I was welcome in any, but not explicitly invited unless they wanted me for something, usually answers from an upcoming test because of my intelligence. The teachers always though it was weird how I was born, how I healed but reduced a persons lifespan, and it was weird - but useful. I still had yet to see my parents, and at this point I could care less about them.

I was sitting under a tree reading when I heard a person - a girl - cry out in a mix of surprise and pain. I lifted my eyes from my book and frowned when I saw she had been pushed off her seat by a boy a year older than her, spluttering insults at her. The girl began to cry but surprisingly, the teachers did not intervene. A quick glance showed that they had seen but were pretending not to, fumbling for their scrolls or openly ignoring it.

I set my book down and walked over to the kids, the elder boy looking only a few steps away from kicking her when I spoke ''Why are you hurting her?''.

The duo stopped and the garden could never have seemed quieter as the boy replied cockily ''She's a Faunus! My daddy says they're nothing more than animals!''.

I frowned deeper, looking at the young brown haired girl with small bunny ears on her head.

But she was human, aside from that.

''She's human'' I frowned at him and poked him with a finger ''Just because she has extra appendages doesn't mean she isn't one''.

He seemed slightly stunned by my rebuttal, so I ignored him and helped the nameless girl to her feet and left with her, staying close to protect her from the others until the day ended.


He sighed as he saw the news report of the 'innocent child who died to cardiac arrest' the other day. My poke transferred a shard, a shard of my soul as I now better-named it. I intended to kill him and I felt no remorse for it, especially since nobody knew I was responsible. Rather I was... disappointed, really, by the fact people hated Faunus so much, if all the information about it was to go by.

I was four years old, and from all my memories combined I estimated that 85% of the memory holders were Faunus-Racist. Disappointing. But he could understand where it came from, the fear the 'White Fang' invoked was a given, but the discrimination before they took such brutal ways was unjustified.

So I scowled when I went to sleep that night, unhappy about the way the Faunus were treated.


I was six years old when I had enough.

I lived in the hospital all my life, mainly because the doctors knew of my unknown ability to heal and kill via touch just from observing, and they refused to let me go to an orphanage where I could jotted off via illegal means. But even from the safety the children's hospital ward gave me, I could not do anything interesting that left the normal age parameters.

So in the dead of night I left the hospital and went into the garden, and sat down to enjoy the bitter cold air around me. It was autumn, proven by the colours of the leaves aimlessly falling in the night sky. I intended to test what my Aura could do, if I had it at all. It was like a nagging itch at the back of my mind that I always felt when I wasn't already busy with a task, and right now it was stronger than ever.

But there was one major problem... I had zero idea on how to do such a thing.

I sighed, rolling in the grass aimlessly. I did so for a while, probably ten minutes, before something caught my eye. It was a single branch in the middle of a field of grass, obviously having been torn from a shrub of some kind. I reached out to touch it, envisioning in my mind that it was actually a sword - the one from legends... er... Ex-something, Excalibur? Yes that was it.

However when I actually touched it I felt a slight shocking sensation, instinctively making my hand retract. I watched however as an nigh invisible shard of my soul went into the stick, and it morphed. It made several creaking noises and snapping sounds and there was a small flash of light that forced me to close my eyes momentarily. Upon them reopening I was greeted by the sight of that very same fictional sword in front of me, though the colour scheme was slightly duller and wasn't the exact length.

I blinked and tried to pick it up again, only to find, much to my dry amusement, that it was too heavy to pick up. So I tried what I did before, imagining it to be... a cookie. It cracked and snapped as the metal began caving in on itself, a flash of white light obscuring my vision until it cleared, allowing me to see a cookie. Interesting... so I could make it into anything I wanted, though if this had anything to do with Aura or Semblance I didn't know. I did feel slightly more tired though, so it might be.

However, one MAJOR question remained;

Did it taste like a cookie?

Curious, I picked up the small cookie and bit it. It was slightly tougher than a normal cookie, but then again I didn't preference what I wanted it to be like. It did taste like a cookie though, a plain cookie. After I consumed the cookie (and incidentally, regained my soul shard) I went about looking for another random, unrequired object that nobody would miss. I was curious if I could make a living thing, but at the same time it would mean I would have to envision its organs and bodily functions, because I doubted that I could create a living being that didn't need blood, heart or lungs.

Realising that I was feeling even more tired than before, I snuck back into the hospital and to my room, snuggling under the covers without a sound.

Then a thought came to me;

What about Grimm?


In hindsight, this was a bad idea.

A very bad one.

I had came up with the idea of using a Grimm as a basic tool last night, and now - the next night - I was putting it into action. I found a singular rock and intended for it to morph into a Beowulf, and it worked, partially. I knew Grimm lacked most organs, only keeping the heart, lungs and stomach/digestive system. Since I had no intention of creating a Grimm and letting it loose, I forewent the digestive system and in terms of the heart I created a more... mechanical version, since most medical books did not fully explain every little detail needed to recreate a heart. The lungs were simple rebreathers that swimmers used, allowing it to breath but having a limit.

However even though I created that, the main problem had been its brain. Like the heart, medical books didn't include enough information to recreate a brain. Therefore I had to substitute it as best I could, making a metal oval with various nerves and veins coming out of it, going to the different part of the body. It was for all intents and purposes a marionette, its basic instinct being to breathe and to blink. So after spending so much of my reserves that I was almost dizzy, I created a Beowulf that did as I intended; mindless and its only instinct being to breathe and blink.

And I observed as it did so, barely reacting to anything I did. Eventually I touched it and reached out, feeling the shard of my soul inside of it, and I altered it. I gave it the instinct that most Grimm had, to hunt animals. The moment I did so it followed that instinct, running away from me and towards the forest where non-Grimm were known to live, such as Deer or small rodents. I pursed it as fast as possible, but being a creature of instinct to hunt, it also had developed the ability to run - which, granted, should be impossible since I hadn't given it the ability to do so.

Perhaps it was a natural thing? Children followed their instincts; to eat, to drink, to crawl, to walk, etc.

Curious and concerned, I ran after it, well as fast as I could run. It was a Beowulf, and I was a six year old, but I did end up catching up with it. It appears as the amount of oxygen in the lungs-rebreathers wasn't high enough, because I found it on the ground, panting as it tried to breathe, a deer running away from us. Without hesitation I walked up to it and touched it, willing the soul fragment to come back to me. There was a slight resistant, presumably because it was sentient, but in the end it came back to me, leaving me tired from both the run and using my soul-shard ability.

So, I returned to my 'home'.


I was eight now.

I still remained at the hospital, the staff becoming attached to me enough to warrant them becoming my guardians. I continued to sneak out at night without anyone noticing, creating a dummy and putting it under my bed to prevent suspicion. I found out that this hospital was actually near the edge of 'Vale', meaning I could access the surrounding forests, easily removing a small part of the wall around the city to allow me to enter and exit at will.

I always brought some stones with me, because as it seemed my ability to transform anything into anything was not limited on size restrictions, meaning I could make a pebble a boulder, granted the larger the object the more Aura it takes. If it is of equal size or weight, then it requires only a little. The limits to my ability, that I could see so far, was that it required physical touch, and that I was severely limited on what I could effect when it came to already-living things. Speaking of living things, I have made only a tiny bit of progress, that being semi-sentient thought.

It only went so far, such as following basic commands, but not much further. Although one large breakthrough was that if I were to create a semi-sentient Grimm, for example a Beowulf, I could command it to infiltrate its own kind and follow its movements, therefore allowing me to know where it was - since my shards were detectable by me, but not by anything else. It had worked and I used it to my advantage, warning the wall guards that I 'just so happened' to see a large pack of Beowolves coming our way, and I was always right.

Of course the Semi-Sentient Beowulf would die, but the shard would return and I would gain its knowledge and experience, though it was only useful for scouting so far. I had however got a goal in mind, one that I had debated for a long while; becoming a hunter. It seemed simple in a way, kill Grimm, enough said. With the ability I had, I could probably be a decent hunter, that is if I improved my abilities current level of skill, because I believe it could do more than what it currently could.

But first, it needed a name...

Matter Manipulation?

...

Sounds good.


I was nine now, and still nobody has caught me leaving in the night.

So I sat on the grass, winter snow gently falling around me but was ultimately ignored. I looked at the large rock in front of me, focusing it on morphing. It was arguably one of the most complex things I intended to do, via transforming the stone into a weapon that could switch like some Hunter/Huntresses' weapons. I watched the rock float up into the air slightly as it glowed before it began cracking, reforming, and then engulfed in a flash of light that I shielded myself from. When my eyes returned to where the rock was, I was not disappointed.

A scythe now lay before me, a sleek black rod with a grey blade. It was only simple in appearance though, because if you looked closer and properly analysed it you would find its true potential. The top end of the pole had a hole in it, as that was where the gun part of the melee weapon came into play. The other end of the pole was were the ammo would be loaded in long, pole-like cartridges that were reminiscent of a railgun's loading system like he saw in books. The ammo type would vary, as variety would undoubtedly be useful... he'd have to look into that.

The trigger was near the lower half of the pole, and obviously was the mechanism to fire the rounds out of the top end of the scythe. However if it was pushed inwards it would contract the whole weapon, transforming it into a sleek grey sniper rifle with bipod and scope. I tested this immediately, pushing the tip of the trigger inwards and making it fold in on itself - nearly cutting me, but I ignored that - and smiled at my creation. Like its scythe form, it was sleek and fairly long with the bipod dangling just before the barrel, with a muzzle brake on the muzzle to reduce recoil.

The clip was, like before, loaded in from the back of the sniper, just below the stock and a chambering bolt was on the side of the gun, making it bolt action. A scope lay on top of the weapon with anti-reflective lens. Nodding in approval I pushed the trigger up again, making it extend and reform into its scythe form. I frowned slightly though, I hadn't looked past its two states and had no real way to store it, if there even was a way.

''You need a name...'' I whisper to myself, humming in thought before smiling.

''Judgement''.


It was really getting ridiculous now, it made me want to go tell the staff what I was doing, just to see if they'd still catch me. I mean I was ten now, and they still haven't caught me leaving.

Or maybe they have, and just let me do it anyway?

Either way, it was getting ridiculous. But, I had used almost all of last week preparing for today. I used an excuse to leave the hospital, one that included going to 'a friends house' and being back before ten at night. The staff, or rather the ones who regularly attended to me (the ones who I managed to prevent from dying, subconsciously preventing the shards of my soul from joining theirs), were reluctant but eventually conceded.

So, as I finished getting dressed, I left the hospital. I was dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans, a duffel bag over my shoulder. I walked fast and quietly as I got out of sight of the hospital, abruptly changing course as I went around the hospital grounds while taking alleyways and streets to stay out of sight. It probably took... thirty minutes to get outside Vale? Considering that the library was near the exit and took twenty-five minutes to get there.

Upon exiting the kingdom of Vale I began walking into the forest not far from the walls surrounding the city, and upon entering the bushes I took out Judgement in its sniper form (since it was, by default, its more compact form) and slung it over my shoulder while keeping the duffel bag over my other. I intended to come out here for the purpose of training to make up for my lack of training, sans some target practice I did. I didn't know how long I wanted to be out here, but I would stay close enough to Vale where I could get there within an hour of walking speed, or probably twenty from sprinting.

In my duffel bag was just an extra set of clothes to hide my weaponry, a dozen or two tins of canned food that I snuck out from the dining hall, a few bottles of water, a compass, a map, a lighter and several cases of ammo of different varieties. The majority of the previous week was researching all types of current ammo types and dust crystal types, and transforming them into a .338 Lapua Magnum round, something not many others use apparently, but appears surprisingly useful for me - in terms of base penetration and power at least.

A slight ruffling of bushes drew my attention away from my thoughts, an idle glance of the position of the sun making me realise that I had been lost in thought for at least an hour, while walking. Dismissing those thoughts I dropped my duffel and unslung Judgement, falling into a crouch and bracing the stock against my left shoulder, one hand just behind the bipod and one on the handle beside the trigger. I had preloaded a 5-round standard .338 rounds mag, and it was good that I had preloaded it because less than two seconds later a Beowulf jumped out of a shrubbery less than fifteen feet from me.

Various bushes and trees made it hard to get a clear shot, but I waited until he was sufficiently close enough and fired blindly, taking myself by surprise when I was nearly knocked on my rear from the recoil. Probably should've tested firing from a crouch instead of a prone position, but then again I was here for training. The shot struck true and opened a hole in the Grimm's head, killing it instantly. The distance was probably the deciding factor in that, but regardless I got the kill. In a second I pulled the bolt back and re-chambered another round, aiming with the scope this time only to realise it was focused too high for this distance.

With a light scowl I readjusted it with the cog on the top, reducing the distance to only 2x, and allowing me to see better. I waited, listening as the bushes ahead of me rustled gently, repeating.

''I know you're there, Grimm'' I called out, succeeding in antagonising the Grimm as a second Beowulf charged out, getting it a round between the eyes and a decomposing body. Two Grimm already, good so far. I nodded to myself, but I was more than aware that the more Grimm I killed the more likely I was to draw the attention of the big guns; Deathstalkers, Nevermore's, etc. Ursa I could deal with, but Boarbatusk would require Armour-piercing rounds unless I went directly for its unarmoured sections.

Deathstalkers would also require AP rounds to deal with unless I dragged the fight out longer so I could wear it down without using my AP rounds, but since I could just turn a rock into another mag of them I found the idea of conservation redundant. Deathstalkers would need AP rounds to be dealt with, that was a given. Nevermore? They lacked armoured but had tough feathers if I read the transcript right, meaning AP rounds would be important but not required... maybe Incendiary or Corrosion? If the feathers were actual 'Steel Feathers' then Corrosion would be best, but if they were muscle then Incendiary would be better.

But what about a King Taijitu? I doubted there were any in the forests, but if I did find one then it would undoubtedly be difficult. Each Grimm had a certain type of attack pattern, only changing when they had a high intelligence. Beowulf was just charge-in and slash, Boarbatusk was curling into a roll and ramming with blunt trauma, Nevermore would perform strafing runs with its feathers or dive bombings with its claws or mouth, Deathstalker would either crush or sting you, Ursa was just charging in and then swiping at you. But King Taijitu were fast and deadly.

In my own mental encyclopaedia, each Grimm and Hunter/Huntress had three main statistics; Attack, Defence and Speed. Most excelled in one or two areas and lacked in the third, either slightly or majorly. Beowulf had low defence but relatively good attack and speed. Ursa had high defence and attack, but low speed. Boarbatusk had high speed, defence and lacked only slightly in attack. Deathstalkers had high attack and defence, but lacked in the speed area slightly. Nevermore had high attack and speed, but low defence. King Taijitu on the other hand had incredible speed and offence, but little to no defence.

That was one of the major things though; it didn't need defence. It was fast enough to evade a measure of hits and strong enough to kill before it took too much damage, its scales strong enough to hold it together long enough. Then there was the case of the Goliath... it would be near impossible to see them this close by, but at the same time it was possible, sightings had occurred with them this close before. They had high offence and defence, but lacked greatly in speed because of it. I doubted even my AP rounds could do much damage to its armour, at that was concerning.

Disregarding my thoughts for now, I ventured deeper into the wild forests.


''I wonder if I need a sidearm?'' I mused to myself as I stared at the night sky ''Judgement can turn into a scythe, but doing so takes precious seconds to do so, and it can't be accelerated without risking damage to Judgement itself, so I may need a sidearm to pull out when things heat up''.

I was lying on my back atop a tree, I had surrounded the base of the tree and the surrounding area in twigs, meaning that unless it was the stealthiest of all Grimm it wouldn't get past without waking me. And if it was capable of reaching me without waking up, then it was obviously strong enough to likely end in my defeat. I had killed a total of nine Beowolves and an Ursa so far, only needing to use the standard .338 so far.

But back to the subject of a sidearm, what would I use? A handgun would be a wise choice, but there are several types of handguns. I could go for a fast, light-damaging pistol, a high-calibre revolver, or a heavyweight hand cannon. A light-damaging pistol could be effective but it would require multiple rounds and be nearly useless against armoured enemies. A revolver could be decent, but six rounds isn't a lot to work on... then again a hand cannon would possess anything from ten rounds to one round, depending on the ammo type.

...Perhaps a hand cannon would be best? I could conceal it on my person so that I could trick them. They would study me in a fight and realise there was a slight delay between transformations between scythe and sniper, leaving me open. When I was changing or in sniper mode they would come in close to attack, then I would pull out a hand cannon to deal high damage with a high chance of hitting, at least on the initial strike.

Yes, a Hand Cannon seems like a good idea.


As it turns out my stick trap worked.

Problem being after hearing multiple sets of sticks snap at the same time, I realised that there were multiple Grimm. I got into combat mode instantly, swapping Judgement into scythe mode within an instant. The noise of clanking metal drew the attention of the Grimm, forcing me to leave my tree after grabbing my duffel. I fell to the forest floor and out of instinct spun around me, twirling Judgement around me. I cut into a Beowulf, but because I was only ten, my strength barely matched up to the Grimm and it head-butted me away - something that stunned me, for a Grimm rarely did that, as far as my knowledge went.

So I swapped Judgement back into sniper form and immediately fell into a crouch, firing immediately at the nearest Beowulf. There were five of them, but red eyes in the shrubbery told me there was more. I narrowed my eyes as I pulled the trigger again, flinching from the recoil as I struck the second Beowulf in the chest, incapacitating it.

By now the Beowolves had gotten over my abrupt movement, snarling and charging me. I scowled and immediately turned and ran, my weapon was a sniper and scythe mode wasn't effective because I lacked the body mass to do so. Now my idea of having a secondary was solidified, but at the moment I didn't have the time to create one, so I would do that later. I rolled in order to avoid a claw as I belatedly realised that Beowolves were faster than I originally anticipated, so in response to the attack - mid roll - I fired a loose shot at him. The recoil increased my momentum and allowed me to finish my roll and continue running, not needing to look at the already-decaying corpse.

I grimaced as I was tackled to the ground, feel the claws of the Grimm draw blood. However I held no fear for the beast, merely... annoyance. I slammed the butt of my sniper into its jaw, creating a sickening crack as it recoiled from the impact, allowing me to place the barrel at its chin and fire, grimace deepening as I realised that meant only one bullet was left in the chamber, and I was sure there was more than one Beowulf left.

I tossed the corpse off me, zipping my duffel open in a flash as I fell into a defensive position, eyes watching the bushes around me. I was deep into the shrubbery now, meaning they could come from any angle. I dug out another rail of standard .308 bullets, pulling out the current rail with one bullet left and dumping it in my bag. It could be reused after all, no use in wasting it.

I loaded my sniper again, digging out a secondary rail and shoving it into my waistband for easier access when this rail ran out. I zipped up the bag again, slung it over my shoulder and began moving again, rifle lowered but guarded as to be raised in an instant. I moved through the forest quietly in a fast walk, eyes darting around me in search of the Grimm. I was making the occasional cracking noise when I walked, indicating that if I was tailed then it would have the same effect-

SNAP!

I spun on my heel and without wasting a second fired from a loose crouch, ignoring the recoil it brought. The round pierced its chest, either killing it or injuring it enough for it to bleed out. Immediately as it fell my eyes widened a fraction in surprise as an Ursa walked from behind it, glaring at me with killing intent clear as the sun. I narrowed my eyes as we stared off, neither moving. Was it smart enough to realise that since it was unarmoured, I could pierce its skull and end it, and it couldn't dodge because of its weight?

Deciding to test my luck, I spoke slowly ''Leave now, and you live another day to kill''.

I waited with bated breath as it narrowed its eyes however slightly. Then it slowly backed up, eyes trained on me as I remained in place until the Ursa was far enough away, then we both turn away from the other and moved away.

In any other situation, I would've laughed.

Right now?

I was laughing my ass off inside my head.


The rest of my time in the forest had gone relatively well, aside from the constant encounters with the Grimm that is. Food was eaten at a gradual and methodical pace, leaving plenty of spares for a later occasion. I had run into a Caravan group at one point and I assisted them on through the forest, allowing them to reach the city - they thanked me and said they owed me, giving me an address for a later date. It was the seventh day when I decided to return to the hospital, no doubt having worried the nurses sick. I would have an easy solution; I was kidnapped by the White Fang, that... pesky... terrorist group. I had gained a reputation for healing (and killing, but nobody mentioned it) so it would be easy to blame it on a criminal organisation that was likely to do such a thing.

However before I return... I want to stop in at the library first...

I entered the large building, ignoring the concerned looks I got from the people around me. I was fairly bloody after all, and I still had my sniper over my shoulder with my duffel on the other. I approached the desk and was greeted by the librarian, Miss Taya.

''Hello Miss Taya'' I greeted amicably.

''Eien!'' She nearly exclaimed ''Where have you been? Everyone has been so worried about you!''.

''I was kidnapped and taken to this place in the forest with people called White Fang looking after me'' I said and her face turned into shocked horror ''I escaped a week ago, killed forty Beowolves, four Ursa and a Deathstalker''.

She openly gawked, so I moved onto the purpose of my visit.

''So... did you get in the newest volume of Atlas Machinery?''.


''Eien!'' Nurse Rise exclaimed as she hugged me ''Where have you been?!''.

''Kidnapped by the White Fang'' I explained dryly ''Fought through the forest of Grimm for a week or so, and asked if Miss Taya had the newest edition of Atlas Machinery in, she said she would bring it around later''.

Rise blinked, once, twice, thrice before sighing ''Alright, lets get you cleaned up, then tell me the whole story''.

''Sure'' I shrugged, walking towards my designated room when Rise stopped me, and I made a noise of confusion.

''Why do you have a gun?'' She said with worry.

I tilted my head ''Its Judgement, my precious weapon I made last year''.

She blinked again ''Eh?''.

I shrugged off her hand ''I'll explain later''.

I walked down the pristine white halls into my room, just as blank as the other rooms as I preferred them blank. I moved to the private shower, taking my duffel and sniper with me. I turned on the shower and locked the door behind me, disrobing and entered the warm water, leaving my duffel and sniper on the floor.


When I left the room, in the set of clean clothes in my duffel - which I completely forgot about. I wore a plain white shirt and white shorts, bare feet tapping against the cool floor as I walked over to my bed, Nurse Rise and Mr. Takano sitting in chairs next to it.

''Hello Eien'' Takano smiled, wrinkles moving with his muscles ''Are you feeling okay?''.

''Fine'' I answered after a pause, my face in its naturally blank state.

''What happened? Tell us everything'' Takano stated seriously and I nodded.

''I was walking to Axon's house when two men came from behind me and put a bag on my head, then I fell asleep suddenly, then I woke up with a headache in a dark cell'' I paused, blinking slowly ''Men came in at random, getting me to 'heal' them before they left again. During a small break I used Judgement to break out of my chains''.

I paused, hefting the sniper up onto my lap ''I made it last year, a sniper and scythe hybrid''.

''You made it last year?'' Rise said in surprise.

''Security is lax'' I said dryly, looking at Takano ''I've been going to the Park for years during the night, not that I'm complaining''.

He blinked in surprise before shrugging, saying nothing.

''I made lots of ammo for it too'' I said as I crawled onto the floor at the end of the bed so they could see as I dragged the duffel over in front of them ''I also took some when I escaped''.

I took out one box ''Corrosion rounds''.

Another ''Incendiary''.

''Explosive''.

''Explosive Incendiary''.

''Explosive Corrosion''.

''Electrical''.

''Paralytic''.

''Armour Piercing''.

''Standard .308''.

''Maximum Calibre'' I said as I lifted out a huge round, filling the entire rail.

''Scatter-shot''.

''And more that I haven't got on me'' I stated as I finally emptied the rest of the boxes onto the floor with the rails ''I like mixing them... when they don't blow up in my face that is''.

''I see you put your curiosity and knowledge to good use'' Takano nodded with a hint of respect.

''Yep'' I replied ''Every kind of Dust or Dust Ammo I either have on me or intend to get''.

''For what purpose?''.

I cocked my head at him ''Variety would be better for fighting Grimm; Corrosion or AP for armoured targets like Deathstalkers or Goliaths, Incendiary for flesh wounds such as Beowolves or unarmoured Ursa''.

''Interesting'' He mused ''And I presume you are intent on becoming a Hunter?''.

I nodded ''Though I will train without an overseen guidance''.

He cocked an eyebrow at my choice of words apparently ''Without going to Signal Academy?''.

''I feel as they would only hamper my ability'' I explained truthfully ''I have a better way of training; going back into the forest and fighting Grimm''.

Rise gawked while Takano just chuckled.


BANG!

The Boarbatusk didn't see it coming, only hearing the sound a second before the AP round pierced its head. I ejected the rail of empty AP rounds, replacing it with a set of Incendiary rounds. I was situated inside Mountain Glenn, the abandoned city that was once an extension of Vale. I had held myself up in here for the past six days, killing fifty Beowolves, ten Boarbatusk and a few Ursa. It was a small apartment complex and I had blocked off the already hard-to-manoeuvre doorway with random objects that I found and created with my ability.

I had created my own outfit for combat, which would be better than a shirt and trousers. I wore a grey vest that was made from armoured mesh cotton, thanks to reading Atlas's monthly weapon magazine and creativity. Grey army pants were made from the same matieral and black boots had gripped soles, and I had a knee-length hooded black trench coat over it. The inside of the trench coat was were I stocked most of my rails of ammo, stitched rings of fabric holding them up. My vest also had a dozen or so rails on it, held on by magnetics.

At my waistline under the trench coat was my secondary that I made after my initial trip five years ago, a high-calibre hand cannon that was modelled after Takano's own gun, a 'Desert Eagle' or 'Deagle' as it was also known. It had the cylinder magazine that revolvers had but the frame of a Deagle, firing modified 12G Slug rounds, that of which were usually reserved for shotgun-based weaponry. It only held three round in the cylinder, but I intended it to be used when I was left wide-open and use it to take my opponent by surprise, leaving me with the ability to take down three opponents before needing to reload both guns.

I looked up at the sky, noting that it was nearing night, and the best time to leave. Probably a good idea, the Grimm have been getting close to finding where I've been recently, so it would be a good idea to go now while I still could. I grabbed a pebble from the floor and in an almost casual manner injected a piece of my soul into it, transforming it into a rope with a hook at one end. I leaned out of the balcony slightly and threw it above me, hearing it latch onto something. I gave it a rough tug but it held firm, so I slung my sniper over my shoulder with the band in a diagonal fashion.

With caution I climbed up the rope, moving slowly and methodically until I could grip the roof itself, grabbing onto a small outcropping and pulling myself up onto the roof, rolling onto it with a gasp as I inhaled oxygen. I got to my feet a moment later, checking the area below me for Grimm - only a few Beowolves and Boarbatusk. The skies were clear of Nevermore at the moment, but I had seen a small flock of them flying by earlier so I had to be careful.

I grabbed a chunk of concrete that came from the roof and placed a part of my soul in it, disassembling the rope at the same time. Mentally picturing a bullhead from both my memories and from the books I read, it also helped that one of the people who died to me was an Atlas Engineer. It took... a third of my Aura to create the large airship? It manifested in a flash of light, the door already open. I walked into the aircraft and got on board, my boots clanking against the metallic floor as I walked to the cockpit, the memories of an Atlas pilot already playing through my mind.

After I was confident I had sufficiently rehearsed my memories I took hold of the control stick, pulling it back slightly and making it gain altitude as the engines roared to life. I scanned the buttons in front of me and flicked one that shut the door, which it did as I gained altitude to a reasonable height. I pushed the stick forward and flicked the green switch, altering the engines into a horizontal position as the aircraft moved forward. Clouds passed by as I held the stick forward slightly as I flew across the sky, back towards Vale.

When I got close enough I landed in a clearing, the moment I exited it I forcibly drew my soul shard out of it, making it turn to dust and get blown away. I learned more about my ability during the four years of training, one of them being that if I were to forcibly remove my soul shard from a non-living object, then it would turn to dust or ash in seconds. If I did it to a living being, it would kill them instead.

As I trekked back to my home, idly musing that I should find a way to pack more ammo onto my person, I almost failed to notice an important detail. Not far down the street from where I stood, in the night, was a group of armed men storming into a Dust store. I frowned, because they weren't Atlas or the Police, meaning it was likely either the White Fang or Roman Torchwick doing it.

''Guess home will have to wait'' I mused to myself as I approached the store, weapon drawn. I approached the shop when the window suddenly shattered, courtesy of a red-clad girl knocking one of the unknown thugs through the window, a giant red scythe unfolding with her. The girl, likely my age if not a year or two older/younger, wore a black blouse, black waist clincher with red trimmings and a skirt with a red trim also. A long red cloak floated behind her, her hair black with red endings to it. An unknown music track was playing from the headphones she had on, which she promptly turned off.

Three men charged out of the shop and I immediately took aim, using a low-powered scope by default. One of the men immediately charged the girl so I adjusted my aim to one of the others, pulling the trigger as the girl knocked out the man attacking her. The loud 'BANG' Judgement made her flinch in surprise, my bullet piercing one of the men's stomachs and hitting the shoulder of the other one, dropping the other two. A man ran out of the store, this one armed with a rifle, and fired a burst at me. I swiftly rolled out of the way and prepared to fire a stray shot when the unknown girl knocked him out with the blunt side of her scythe.

Finally one last man, Roman Torchwick, walked out of the store, eyeing us both, mainly me ''You were worth every cent, truly you were''.

I had my rifle trained on his chest, but he ignored it ''Well Red, Black, I think we can agree that this has been an eventful evening. And as much as I would like to stick around... I'm afraid this, is where we part ways''.

He aimed his cane at me and fired, sending a large flare towards me. I fired without hesitation, hitting the flare and exploding it prematurely but creating a cloud of dust that blinded me from seeing Torchwick. I looked over to the still-unknown girl and gave her a 'Where-he-go?' look and she shrugged, looking around until she found him climbing a ladder. I nodded to myself as I ran after the girl as she used her scythe to fire a found into the ground, launching her into the air onto the roof. Copying her with my sniper, I also boosted my way up there (may or may not have fired twice to match the girls height, she must be using higher calibre than I was).

I landed on the concrete roof just as the girl called out to Roman ''Hey!''.

''Persistent aren't you?'' Roman muttered as the air rumbled, revealing the source of the sound waves to be a Bullhead as it floated in front of the man. The door opened and he entered, the spotlight preventing me from firing precisely.

''End of the line, Kids!'' Roman yelled over the roar of the engines, tossing a fire crystal at us. Immediately I angled myself so the spotlight couldn't blind me and fired at the incoming flare like before, pre-detonating it and kicking the crystal away from us immediately. I unlocked the chamber at the back of Judgement and pulled out the rail, dropping it to the ground with a clank as I reached for my Explosive AP rounds, idly noting the unknown girl with me firing multiple rounds from her scythe at the ship. I grasped the Explosive AP rail and pulled it out through the collar, sliding it into Judgement and aiming.

With a loud bang I fired, bullet soaring and striking the engine facing us. It exploded on contact, making the airship lurch as it was thrown off balance by a lack of engine as I reloaded the bolt. I fired again, missing Roman by an inch as it exploded against the wall behind him, making him stumble in the already lurching aircraft. He stumbled towards the cockpit, another figure appearing in his place. It was clearly a woman from how she was dressed, but the shadows had precariously hidden her upper body, so it could be a crossdresser. Probably not though.

The airship once again began to leave and I fired towards the cockpit, piercing the glass but not killing the driver - probably Roman. I cocked the bolt back and fired again, only for a fireball to intercept it and explode into orange-ish shards that fell to the roof. Another fireball raced at us and I fired, sharpshooting the fireball and the shards falling around us, only for them to glow brightly. I shot the ground in front of me and used the recoil to roll away from the sudden pillar of flames that erupted where I stood, idly noting the girl had stopped shooting and was now just watching.

The ship was now picking up speed and that apparently drew my partner out of her stupor as her scythe compacted into a bulky shotgun-looking thing, which immediately began firing rounds in a pump-action style. I joined her, firing several rounds at the ship but they were all exploded before they could impact the ship. The woman on the ship waved her arm at us and five circles of soon-to-be flame pillars appear below us.

''Dodge!'' I barked, startling the girl. I used the recoil to dodge forward and the girl copied me, both of us barely making it. I stared as the ship doors closed and the Bullhead took off, flying away with one engine down. Loud clanking echoed behind us as I looked over my shoulder, a blonde woman with a riding crop staring at us. I idly noted she was Glynda Goodwitch, a teacher at Beacon.

''You're a huntress!'' The unknown girl said in awe, staring at Glynda with stars in her eyes ''Can I have your autograph?''.

''No''.


A/N: So how'd you guys like the first chapter? I know I will get a lot of backlash for Eien's 'Matter Manipulation' and his weapon of choice. In either the next chapter or the one after it I will explain why he chose to use a scythe and sniper, not because I randomly chose it and I picked it because it will have a symbolic meaning for him. On the note of his 'Matter Manipulation' it is powerful, but it also has some weaknesses, some I will list are;

1) It requires him to focus on it, meaning he cannot do it while doing something else. While it has not been mentioned, he can actually hurt himself with his own ability, though he doesn't know this yet.

2) If he loses control of his emotions (gets angry or upset) then he could potentially harm himself, his allies, and objects around him. While this may not seem like a major drawback it means that he has to be careful with his ability.

3) His ability uses his Aura, meaning that he can't just do it endlessly. He CAN create limitless Lien(money) if he wants, but Eien is the protagonist OC and thus, is nice and wouldn't do such a thing without reason.

4) A minor weakness, but it requires him to have physical contact with someone or something to work.

5) I will state this now, but Eien will have a few mental disabilities. This will come into play later.

6) He needs to know and understand the full make-up of the object. For example he can't just look at a bar of chocolate and recreate it, he has to know what it tastes like, what its made with, what it looks like, etc.

On a final note, who would you want to be paired with Eien? I wanna include some romance into this story with my OC, so who?

Hope you enjoyed~