Hello there! First story of my entire life and needless to say I definitely got the jitters, so of course any feedback is much appreciated and will be taken fully.
I, in no way, own RWBY or anything of Rooster Teeth, or anything belonging to DC for that matter, I'd be a much richer man if I did.
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Chapter 1: Childhood Memories
The Arc household, home to the prestigious Arc family; a clan of worthy hunters and heroes that date their lineage back before the Great War. It is an impressive and imposing three-story manor entirely made of brick and mortar, the abundance of greenery outside on the spacious lawn making the mansion seem more welcoming to outside eyes. Inside, however, the situation is far less warm as the family of 9 sits at a large, polished table that takes up most of the dining area.
The current members of the Arc family sit around the great table, silently eating and trying to ignore the muffled shouting and banging from the rooms above them. Every new crash earns a wince from the younger members of the family, and another hardening of faces from the more mature members, the tension in the room is so thick it hangs over all of them like a fog, usually it is never this bad, but, tonight, the lone member(s) who do not appear at the table were given some disheartening news.
The argument continues upstairs reaching to a crescendo before-
"Enough!" shouts Melody Arc, third oldest daughter of Nicholas and Joanna Arc, "we can't let them continue on like this! There must be something we can do, he's going to hurt him!"
Melody Arc stands up, roughly shoving her chair near into the wall, a look of worry is plastered to her face.
Melody Arc has beautiful, flowing blonde hair just like her mother and older sisters that sits above a pair of stunning sapphire eyes that shine with panic, she's been told many times that she is the spinning image of her mother, Joanna Arc, with the only difference being the deep-set wrinkles that permeate her face. Her sun dress is creased and wrinkled due to her constantly pulling and bundling it in her anxious hands ever since the argument between her youngest sibling and his, roommate started with the news earlier today.
Sienna Arc, the oldest of the gathered siblings, slowly raises her head to look coolly at her sister. She takes after her mother in a similar way to her sisters Melody and Savanna only she has combed and styled her hair to be put up into a tight bun, she wears a light grey pantsuit and has a pair of glasses that are slightly cast down so as to get a better look at her younger sibling.
"Melody, you know he would not, can not, hurt him unless he wants to wake up just as sore." She states without a hint of the worry that is set on her younger sister's face.
"B-But, he's never been this... Divided before!" Melody states frantically, eyes scouring the rooms looking at her collected sisters and finally resting on the still forms of her parents.
"Mom, Dad, you don't plan to let them tear eachother apart do you?" Melody asks, voice almost a whisper.
Finally, after remaining still for the duration of dinner, Nicholas Arc, father of 8 children and head patriarch of the Arc family, commands with a firm, yet gentle voice.
"Sit down Melody, we all knew that this was a long time coming, and your mother and I have prepared for it," Melody reluctantly sits as she watches her father scratch at his platinum-blonde goatee.
Nicholas Arc is a specimen worthy of being called a hunter, with biceps and a chest that could match Ironwood's and a face covered in sunkist skin and old scars from missions. His hair is cropped into a military-style fashion and the most unkempt part of him is his beard that is somewhat ragged, he wears a three-piece charcoal suit and a grey tie.
"We all knew that Jaune always lacked the capacity to be a hunter," his gaze slowly shifted across the room, "even without his additional company, his combat abilities are sub-par even after years of training, the only thing entering Beacon would do is get him, or someone else, killed."
Once again Melody interjected on behalf of Jaune, "what do you mean, his marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat skills are-"
She is cut off by the feathery voice of her mother, "those skills do not belong to him, and even so his partner lacks the necessary self control to use them properly."
Nicholas once again entered the conversation, "it pains me to tell you this, but us denying him entry into Beacon was not the worst news we are to deliver him today," Nicholas grips the sides of his chair with such force that they begin to splinter, "I will not be reconsidering my choice on this matter, hate me if you will but it needs to be done-"
The following words silenced the already near-silent room and increased the tension tenfold.
Savanna Arc, second oldest daughter of the Arc family carefully crept towards the room that had held the drastic argument between the youngest Arc and his baggage.
She had volunteered to do this as she was the always the calmest of the 9 siblings, but, as she approached the door to their room, she felt anxiety bubble up within her.
She steeled herself and knocked on the door-
rap...
No answer
rap...
Someone stirred behind the door
She reached to knock again before the door was torn open revealing the haggard form of her thirteen year old brother and light of her life, Jaune Arc.
Savanna's breath caught in her throat, not due to his exhausted appearance, she had expected that, but because the eyes that locked onto her were not the trademark blue of the Arc household.
They were green...
A venomous green, like that of a snake's.
Jaune studied her up and down before settling on an expression of agitation, "What," he barked out in a gruff and hostile voice that did not fit the boy standing before her.
"D-Dad says he needs to talk to both of you in his study," She whispered, "right now."
Jaune's expression softened and he blinked, the sharp green eyes turning into the trademark blue of the Arc's. At this, Savanna let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
He nodded solemnly, "Okay sis, thanks for telling me," even with her posture and expression Jaune knew that there was something deeper troubling her at the moment.
He shuffled down the stairs slowly, taking in his surroundings as if it was last time he would see them, he considered talking to his many sisters but decided against it. Much like peeling off a bandaid there was no point in going slow, it was going to hurt like hell either way.
Jaune entered his father's expansive study and took it all in, he hadn't been here in sometime, not since he was a little boy and would explore the house along with his younger sisters.
And there, in his large chair, sat the burly form of Nicholas Arc. To any other he would seem intimidating, but Jaune could see the apprehension in his posture and how he knew he was currently fighting an internal war.
"Jaune," he boomed with that unwavering voice, "I'm afraid we can't drag this out any longer, and you know that."
Jaune held down the wince that arose inside him, he knew this was coming so no use in showing any weakness.
Nicholas gripped the chair harder, "Jaune-" he spoke in an authoritative voice, like a judge handing down the sentence.
"You are to take your other personality and leave the Arc estate, you are no longer an Arc."