A Breathing shield

Summary: Wolfram tungsten is mentally destroyed after one of his friends he swore to protect dies in an accident. Believing there is no point in his life, wolfram wanders vale aimlessly. That is, until he runs across a man who offers him a chance to protect so much more. Pairings to be chosen later!

Prologue: a death unplanned and a future made

Heyo all! This will be my first attempt at writing a story for rwby so let me know how it is! This will not really follow the canon that much and will instead focus on little school time adventures. White fang will still be running around, but instead of cinder, an oc will be pulling strings. In short, don't expect rwby canon to play much of a part except for initiation being initiation.

I don't need to explain my motives, do I?

Prologue

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Wolfram's thoughts were very linear as he ran. He had stepped into the bathroom for half a moment only to step out and see his friend being dragged away by white fang members. His friend, Jade Grün, was an heiress to a company who used… questionable methods of Faunus employment. Not nearly as bad as some *cough cough* but still enough to make her a target of the white fang. Wolfram was a friend since they were children, and Mr. Grün had made him promise not to let any harm befall her, nay, not to even let her smile fade. When they went and had their auras unlocked, they discovered wolfram had a semblance that made him tough as steel. Knowing this, Mr. Grün hired him on the spot to accompany her everywhere.

And right now he seemed to be breaking every promise he had made.

Jade's face, instead of her usual cheeky grin or flirty smirk, was wrapped up in an expression of fear. She reached her fingers out to wolfram as he sprinted to catch up, slowly gaining. Eventually the thugs whirled around to fight him. In a brief struggle, most were subdued and jade began fleeing from the scene. Everything went into slow motion. The last standing member took aim at Jade. Wolfram dove forward to put himself in the path of the bullet, activating his semblance. The gun fired. Hearing the shot and fearing the worst, Jade dove sideways. There was a ping as the bullet glanced off wolfram's shoulder. If jade had kept running straight, she would have been fine. However, since she had attempted to dodge, Wolfram's deflection was all for naught. The force of the bullet made him spin in place in time to see the bullet go straight through the center of her back, sending her to the ground. Letting out an anguished scream, wolfram turned to the remaining man and slammed him through the ground. As quick as he could, tears streaming down his face, he ran to jade's side. She looked up at him with a weak smile.

"This… isn't your fault…. wolfy…." she said, using the nickname she gave him. "Please… don't blame… yourself…"

"Who else is to blame though? I failed!" He sobbed.

"M...me…. I…. didn't have… enough faith… to know… you'd block it…" she said. She chuckled. "If I had… trusted you…. I wouldn't… be like this…" she mumbled, voice growing fainter. He gripped her hand, sobbing profusely.

"Don't die… I don't know how to live without you!" He cried.

She smiled and brushed the tears from his cheek. "I beg you…. find…. someone…. to protect…" she whispered, before closing her eyes with a raspy breath.

Wolfram sat next to her body and cried until he ran out of tears. Then he sat there until the vale police arrived on the scene.

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"Wolfram Tungsten…"

He nodded.

The man before him with his mug and silver hair gave off a feeling of authority. The only figures Wolf had met that held this same kind of presence were the powerful leaders of the big businesses. So he knew this man was to be respected.

"Wolfram, I have been looking at your files…"

His files? The confusion was clear on his face.

"We have been investigating you ever since the police found you at the scene of the murder of Jade Grün." An expression of rage and depression as his fists clenched. "We have received several reports since then of you literally throwing yourself between shooters and their targets, interrupting muggings, and even one report states you threw yourself between an ursus and unarmed civilians. You didn't fight the creature, you just stood there and took all the hits so civilians could get away. Then as soon as the civilians disappeared, you obliterated the creature. Which leads me to ask you…" he closed the folder. "What are you doing?"

Wolfram sighed. So they knew everything he had done. "I've been following my last orders from the only client I've wanted to protect."

"And what are those orders?"

"To find someone to protect."

"Well, after seeing your skills, I have come to offer you a proposition." The man said.

"First off, who are you? You have me at a severe disadvantage. You know so much of me but I don't know you."

"My name is Professor Ozpin, head of beacon academy. And my proposition to you is to join Beacon and become a protector of all people. You will not need to choose as you will protect all."

"I see…" wolfram said. "What does joining beacon entail on my part?"

"You will join a team of four and attend classes like a normal student. You will experience a normal student life." Ozpin said, sitting back. "Of course, with the number of new students heading for initiation, you will just be tacked onto another team of four. You can protect them as well."

Wolfram sighed. "Well, I suppose I could give it a shot. A big part of huntsmen is their weapons, and as you see, I'm lacking in that department."

"Leave that to me. Go to this location and give them this card." He said, sliding a card to Wolf. It was simplistic in design, and he pocketed it. "The bullhead leaves tomorrow, so make sure you are there." Ozpin said, standing up.

Wolf nodded and pondered, walking away. This new life has just been presented to him on a silver platter. He made his way to the place where Jade had died so many years ago. Wolfram had changed physically so much since then, but his attitude remained the same. He pulled out a small pendant and sat down, crossing his legs. He began meditating and praying with the pendant sitting in front of him. It was the anniversary of the night she died, and wolfram sat there for four hours every year.

(To be a line is a linear job)

The owner of the store was a nervous man out of habit, seeing as boisterous hunters came in by the dozens to claim their weapons. And then proceed to test them right in front of him. Resulting in him having little to no hair, having it singed or sliced off quite often. So seeing a six foot eight bear of a man walking through the door with some wicked nasty scars, he feared the worst. He relaxed a fraction when the man gently set down a special card along with a blueprint of a weapon.

"Will this be all, mister…"

"Wolfram. And yes it is."

The shopkeeper looked him over. "And why is the 'steel beast' coming for a weapon eh? Steel fists not enough?"

"I'm going to beacon and they require weapons. I dropped out of school before making my own."

"Ah I see. So instead, you're gonna fight with…. bigger steel fists." He said, chuckling as he investigated the blueprints for steel gauntlets with minigun barrels and could be combined to make a shield.

"Something like that." He chuckled, liking this smith. The man had set to work immediately with making them. "How much will I owe you?"

"Nothing at all! That was Ozpin's special card. He must see something special in you if he is willing to give you that."

"Absolutely nothing?" He asked, amazed. This Ozpin guy must have really wanted him to join. "Well alright then, I suppose. But if you ever need anything, let me know!" Wolf said, not wanting to be indebted. The shopkeeper nodded and disappeared into a back room. Wolf anxiously tapped the counter, a bit excited at the idea of his weapons. The man briefly looked back. "Err, these gauntlets will be really really heavy. You alright with this?" He asked. Wolf gave a nod in affirmation and the man returned to his work. As he worked he started to chat with wolf.

"You hear some of the rumors about you in the city?"

"I've heard some of them, why do you ask?"

"I wanna know if some have any truth." He replied. "Is it true your skin is so tough nevermore feathers can't pierce it? You wrestled ursas when you were five? Or my personal favorite, a group of teen girls pretended to get in trouble just so you could save them?" He chuckled at the last one. Wolf smiled.

"My skin is not quite that tough I believe. The first time I wrestled an ursa was last year on my sixteenth birthday, and that last one is true. One of the girls pretended to rob the others at gunpoint. She was hospitalized for three days. They know better now." The shopkeeper laughed at that last bit.

"So you've run into your fan club?" The keep asked with a gleam in his eye. "My daughter is a fan. She'll be ecstatic when I tell her I built you a weapon."

"I've had…. a few run ins. They're more terrifying than beowolves in mating season." He sighed. "I'm hoping i'll be less known at beacon so I stand half a chance."

"Aaaaaaand….. there." The smith walked back to the counter, struggling to pull a cart behind him. It was covered in a cloth. "That was a fun build, I'm glad you came to me." He said, wiping his brow. He pulled off the cloth to reveal massive silver hands. Each one was a foot and a half wide and had an engraving of a clenched fist of victory on the back of each one. They were two feet long as well, with extra plating for his forearms. "Put them on!" He urged, and wolf did so. He lifted his hands with a bit of effort. "There are two triggers in each glove. One at the thumb, one at the pinky. The pinky activates the long range." With a certain twitch, two minigun barrels popped out of the back of his left glove, the plating on his forearm split and two ammo belts popped out and went into the guns. He clenched his fist and a stream of bullets poured forwards, tearing up the floor. Wolf sent it back to normal with a sheepish grin. "Whoops…" he mumbled. The shopkeeper waved in dismissal. "The thumb triggers the shields." He said. The triggers were pushed, and metal plates started shifting before connecting to form a massive twelve foot by nine foot metal rectangle, and Wolf was surprised to see that he could see through it. "New technology. Top secret." The keep giggled, obviously excited. Wolf grinned and retracted it.

"Now I feel really bad about not owing you anything. You sure?" He asked, scratching his head. He was starting to get used to his now massive hands.

"I think the awe that my daughter will have for me now covers for you quite well." He chuckled. "Just try not to break anything!" He called as wolf left the building.

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The rest of the evening was rather uneventful. He tried out several precision exercises to get used to his hands. While clumsy at first, he began to become smoother in his motions. He needed to be careful when walking around but he was rather confident in his capabilities. Setting his alarm clock, he laid down on his ratty futon and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

This line is most linear

Right then! First chapter written! Let me know how I'm doing! Read! Review! Enjoy! Don't kill me!