Author's Note: I don't own 'RWBY' nor anything involving the 'Fate/Zero', 'Fate/Stay Night' or the nasuverse. They belong to their own authors and this is merely a work for entertainment purposes only.

Chapter One: The Knight and the Kaleidoscope


"Oof!" This was the only response a young blonde haired man had for the situation he found himself in. He was thirteen, and rather tall and lanky for his age, and currently he was getting his ass kicked.

"Had enough hero?" taunted Eric Boyd, a 14-year old punk that made everyone's life in Shun middle school hell, in particular one Jaune Arc. "You're not going to try and stop me again are you Arc?"

"Screw you Boyd," Jaune grunted out, curled up in a ball after being kicked over and over in the stomach by Eric. Jaune had tried to stop Eric from robbing a couple of the girls of their money, but all he got was getting the snot beaten out of him. At least the girls got away, Jaune thought to himself, only to have his attention drawn to the fact that Eric decided to grind his boot in his face.

"Ah, ah, ahh, can't have you trying to stop me from, eh, collecting my fees, if you get my drift," Eric casually stated. "So I'm going to go, but Jack and Robert here will give my regards to you. Let's see if you learn by tomorrow."

Jaune watched as Eric left, only to begin feeling the brunt of Jack and Robert, Eric's goons, begin kicking him in his kidneys, his back, his ribs, and his balls. Jaune didn't count how long it endured, but he knew only two things; one, it hurt like hell, and two, his luck was shitty.

Seriously, if Jaune had to guess what his luck was, he would say negative F, it was that appalling. True, he hadn't lost anyone close to him, he hadn't suffered any great tragedy, but the sheer amount of shit that got thrown his way was staggering.

The first memorable instance of his rotten luck occurred when he was four, and he decided to play hide and seek with his sisters. He found a good place to hide, it was a small cave-one that held a Beowulf. He would've died had his eldest sister not found him, and using her training as an aspiring huntress, slain the Beowulf. He however had been injured, his left arm in a cast until it healed.

But that was the start of his rotten luck. Multiple encounters with Grimm that came too close to death for his liking, having his homework stolen or destroyed, being robbed of his lunch money, being taken hostage that one time at the bank, being beaten by his classmates, and taking the fall for his sisters' shenanigans to the point where his father refused to train him to be a huntsman. Jaune's luck was simply terrible, and he was stuck with it.

Due to his luck, his grades slipped (despite clearly knowing the subjects, with the exception of math and science), being blocked from his dream of becoming a huntsman due to his father's perception of him, people thinking he was a loser, and whenever he did try and do good, it bit him in the ass.

Finally, Robert and Jack got bored and left Jaune on the ground behind the school, obviously bored by Jaune not crying or begging for the punishment to stop. Jaune laid there for a while, cursing his luck. He looked up at the sky and saw that it was now dark. He cursed; his mother and father wouldn't be happy that he was late. He saw the constellations, recognizing the constellations as the lover and the God of War, the only ones he knew, shining brightly above him. He sighed.

"Just what terrible luck I have," Jaune muttered to himself, his body relaxing as he realized he was going to be punished when he got home.

"Oh, what terrible luck do you have?"


Whistling to himself, an old pale man with white hair, red eyes, a trimmed beard, wearing a black suit and white gloves, he pondered on what he should do today. Perhaps he could find someone to prank, but who?

Perhaps the vice director of the Clock Tower Barthomeloi Loreleli, god only knows how uptight and precise that lass was. It would be very easy for him to prank her, but it would cause to much chaos in the Clock Tower if the supposed top dog was pranked like a middle school student.

Maybe he should take on an apprentice? Nah, that wouldn't work, because too many would try and selfishly exploit the 2nd true Magic, to which only he was the only master thereof, for their own petty goals. It was fun seeing them go insane…the first hundred times, but it got boring. Everyone knew of his reputation and therefore would try and exploit the apprenticeship for their own gains.

He snapped his fingers as he had an epiphany; everyone in in the know in his dimension knew of him, but that didn't mean all dimensions knew of him. The man known as Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg smiled; he had a plan. He would go to a dimension where he simply didn't exist, pick a person who would entertain him, and make their life a living hell. Of course he would reimburse the poor fellow in the end if he was thoroughly entertained, but hey, he could have his fun first.

Mustering his magic, the old man of Jewels, began sifting through the myriads of worlds, quickly glimpsing at them before passing them, lest he risk his own mind. It took at least an hour before he came upon a world that seemed interesting.

Unlike Earth, this world 'Remnant' seemed to still be in the Age of the Gods, and heroes were still routinely coming up and making their own legends. They had however angered a servant of Gaia, who unleashed her abominations in an attempt to cleanse the world of humanity, yet they held on in defiance. They used what they called aura to shield and heal them, used their unique semblances to throw off the Grimm and enemies of humanity, and used Dust, which was supposedly nature's wrath. In reality, Zelretch recognized Aura as prana, more pronounced and powerful while lacking versatility, their semblances were likely their origin manifested, with Dust being closely similar to some magecraft that use jewels as the basis.

Zelretch always had a 'soft spot' for heroes, because the epitomize the best and the worst of humanity, being either the greatest champions of Humanity or being monsters beyond recognition. He came up with something that, while it would take time to get ready, would give him near endless entertainment. He grinned at the chaos he was going to throw a wrench in; the Holy Grail War.

Finding his world, he then began surfing the plethora of possible subjects. He found many; a fallen maiden who sought a deal with Gaia's servant, a war maiden that had been placed on a pedestal, a young flower who had her mother taken by the abominations, a pair of orphans that fought to survive their village's demise, an Ice Queen who endured the test set forth by her father, a neko that was rapidly losing her faith in her struggle, and a sun that burned twice as hot yet was bound to last half as long. However, he felt pulled to pass them as he gazed upon a young man that defended two young women from being robbed, only to receive pain and humiliation for his efforts.

Zelretch watched for a moment, being reminded of a certain foolish boy who in many worlds would try and save everyone, only to save no one. However, unlike that boy, this one had potential to be something greater than most around him, yet as he began exploiting his power, he saw that potential wasted so often due to the manipulations of others around him. The man's father, a master manipulator who posed as a defender of humanity, a potential future partner, and countless scores of others would undermine the young man, limiting him to something to be easily forgotten. They all failed to give the one thing the young man needed, and the one thing Zelretch would use to see this man become a great source of entertainment and potentially a hero; something to drive and truly aspire to.

He noted the young man relax as he began to speak.

"Just what terrible luck I have," the blonde muttered to himself. Zelretch decided to go forth and approach the young man, materlizing himself in the young man's dimension.

"Oh, what terrible luck you have?" Zelretch asked.


Jaune sat up and quickly faced the direction the voice came from, only to see a tall old man with white hair standing in front of him.

"Who are you?" Jaune ask, getting into a stance that he saw his sisters usually went into when they either needed to fight or run. The old man let out a quiet chuckle.

"Hehe, my boy, you wouldn't recognize the name, for I am not from here, but in the fairness of being polite, I shall introduce myself. I am Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, one of the Wizard Marshall of the Clock Tower and Magician of the 2nd True Magic. But what might your name be?"

Jaune stared at the man for a second, before sighing. If what the man had said was even partially or remotely true, then what hope would he have when he got the shit beaten by a punk like Eric?

"My name's Jaune Arc," Jaune answered. Zelretch nodded.

"No middle name?" Zelretch asked. Jaune chuckled, rubbing his head awkwardly.

"I do, its just kind of lame; it's Felix."

"Hmm, Jaune Felix Arc, I take it that you don't think you're lucky by any stretch of the imagination?" Zelretch inquired, too which Jaune nodded.

"Yeah, being nearly killed on a couple of occasions by Grimm, being held hostage during the only bank robbery this town has ever had, and well other stuff has made me think of myself as being unlucky," Jaune explained. "Could you blame me?"

"Not at all, however, what if I had an opportunity that could allow you to achieve your dreams?" Zelretch asked. Jaune raised an eyebrow.

"What exactly do you mean?" Jaune asked, a bit hesitant because of the number of times he was offered that, only for it to bite him later.

"I would offer to take you on as an apprentice, and in exchange for a few favors, I would give you the means to unlock your true potential and seek out your dreams," Zelretch explained. "Now I wouldn't be able to teach you everything I know, but I have many, many tricks that would aid an aspiring hero such as yourself."

"Okay, let's say I accept; what would you be teaching me?" Jaune inquired.

"I could teach you manners to improve yourself physically, bolster the strength of your weapon of choice, and multiple other skills, but I need your answer now before continuing," Zelretch stated. "So what will it be, yes or no?"

Jaune paused, debating. Here was a stranger, one who proclaimed himself a wizard, offering to take him and give him skills that sounded fantastic. One half of him was screaming this was a trick, that the man's words were hollow and his luck would come and bite him in the ass. His rational thoughts screamed that if he simply worked to better himself, then Jaune wouldn't need the man's offer.

Yet a part of him realized that rational thought was really irrational. He had pushed himself, trying to do good only to receive pain and the criticism of others. His own sisters ruined his father's perception of him, and his father wouldn't train him, no matter what he did. He tried to push forward on his own, but he never got anywhere, always making mistakes and being unable to learn from them. He only wanted to help others; everyone spoke of the good of the huntsmen, and he wanted to be one. However he knew he wouldn't be able to get accepted at any combat school with his skills the way they were now.

He felt his throat clench at the thought of what it would mean if Jaune accepted the man's offer. He could be forced to leave his family, his hometown, for god knows how long, and if he failed? Jaune knew that he wouldn't have a future, but as he thought about it, he didn't have one the way he was going now.

"I accept," Jaune said. "Just promise me that it'll be worth it in the end."

"I can't make that promise, because that is up to you to decide," Zelretch answered solemnly, losing the cheerfulness he had displayed earlier. "It will be hard, but if you preserve, then you will have the ability to chase what you aspire to. Whether you succeed or not is up to you."

"I understand," Jaune said. Zelretch nodded.

"Very well then. Then we must get going, grab my hand." Jaune did as was asked, about to ask why when suddenly he felt himself tugged along, going through what he could only describe as path along a crystal before finding himself in an office. Before Jaune could examine the room more thoroughly, he felt what he considered his luck catching up with him.

"Bleagh!" Jaune barfed, and before he fell unconscious, he heard Zelretch laugh.

"Haha, oh this is the start of something wonderful!"


Author's Note: So yeah, another RWBY crossover, this time with Fate/Zero and Fate Stay Night. God I have got to stop coming up with crossovers with RWBY, but I think this will be the last one for a while. But I know some of you are wondering why, why start another story, why is Jaune Arc doing what he did, and many other questions. I'm going to answer them now.

Why do a RWBY/FSN crossover? The answer is simple, I love both stories and I like fucking with canon when I can. It also helps that some ideas that are in RWBY are better explained using things found in FSN, like aura being a more concentrated and focus form of magic circuits.

But like I said, I like fucking with canon. I like exploring new approaches, developing characters in way different then they are portrayed, and I love making the stories I write having plots that don't become apparent until later. I love bring new elements in to screw with canon and change the course of both stories.

This brings us to Jaune Arc. Why him, why not Ruby, Pyhrra, or even Cinder? Why not someone else? Well simple; I didn't like how Jaune was portrayed in RWBY; he was too weak, both physically and in willpower, and I felt like he was being manipulated by those around him (Pyhrra and Ozpin, who I kind of see as the meddling 'for the greater good' headmaster who doesn't mind if people are broken so long as his goals are achieved. I'm not saying Ozpin is evil, he isn't, he just thinks the lives of many override the life of one).

So by having him accept Zelretch's offer (which for Zelretch is purely entertainment; what does a nigh immortal being do to keep themselves somewhat sane?), I can develop him in a manner that both fits my story and my perception of what Jaune could've been. I mean, having a loveable idiot can be done well (look at Caboose from RvB!), but Jaune wasn't that, he felt hollow to me.

But why not Ruby or someone else? My original plan was to have Ruby partake in the 4th Holy Grail War with a servant that would've been under a unique class Tyrant (think corrupted Ruler), but two things happened; Season 3 of RWBY and the later story elements. Season 3 brought in Salem, who appears to be, in my opinion, the mother of all Grimm, which fucked my Tyrant over because he was supposed to be the Father of all Grimm. As for the later story elements, all my ideas were being corrupted from Soul Calibur of all things. I didn't want to make a weak story, so this idea was scrubbed.

So for reason I don't get, I thought about who would potentially benefit from the 4th Holy Grail War when I thought of what happened with Waver Velvet during the war. He was inspired by Iskander and ended up pledging himself to him, so I thought, who would most likely do the same; Jaune Arc would. But since this is Zelretch we're involving, can't have life be easy for Jaune; its time to troll the blonde bastard.

Next two chapters are already up, so go read them, and I'll catch you next time!