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Prologue: And So/In Retrospect
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You know with all the anime I watched and manga/fanfiction I read, I really should never have been surprised waking up again after throwing myself in front of some girl during a bank robbery on my 30th birthday only to take somewhere between 30 and 150 bullet wounds. So despite being a Christian and believing in heaven and hell and whatnot, waking up as a newborn baby with extra appendages and instincts did not freak me out because heck man I wrote this kind of shit in middle school, MIDDLE SCHOOL! So yeah I'm now the younger of two siblings of the bear faunas family in small village build in the middle of nowhere next to the largest dumpsite I had ever seen.
Apparently several Faunus families were kept around for labor purposes but treated relatively fairly aside from the fact that if any human worker or boss feels the need they were allowed to assault Faunus workers. In the end I just decided to put up with it, I would do what they asked and when I was done I would run off to the dump to collect parts to build all the things I could and more by remembering my time as a military engineer developing new weapons in the old world was hard, at least here I'm closer to just recreating them, even if I'm doing some crazy new things with them that couldn't have been done on earth with remnant tech, It's like I'm in a video game. Even with the weapons though I'm not a fighter, I use my Aura and all and Its pretty decent, but I'm just not one to go out and get into a confrontation with the grimm, no, that's my brother.
My brother would always be the one to beg me for a cool new weapon to help him out when he goes out with our father outside of the village walls. I would always tell him that I made him his weapons for a reason and that he needs to learn to use them better rather than to keep bugging me for more. At the time mom would always step in before I got angry, dad would distract my brother by offering to take him out of the walls, and there I would be, a confused Three year old left to solve the puzzle that was my new family. To this day I wonder if I had picked up the signs and never pursued that mystery, maybe things would have been different, I mean what 3 year old has the control and capacity in Aura equal to that of a Veteran hunter?
When I was four I Finally decided to ask one night at dinner what was so different about our family, why we couldn't ever get angry. Moms eyes went wide as she dropped her fork and dad just sighed as he set his down. Dad and mom looked at each other before deciding that in order for them to answer me they had to go out of the village. Here marked the trail to my destruction, along the path I would find both the greatest of happiness, and the direst of pains, it is at the end of this that my life on remnant truly began.
We walked through the forest, my family and I, for a few hours until we reached the edge of a fairly large yet surprisingly clean river. My father set up a ring of seats for the four of us, yes my brother is here, it seems my parents decided to just come completely clean. Once we were all comfortable dad started off with 'let me tell you two a story' and so we sat and listened to one of his longest stories that he has ever told, and as mom would throw corrections in from time to time I managed to get the gist of what was going on about three quarters the way through even if my brother was totally lost. Yes we were bear Faunus, but not just any bear Faunus. We were THE bear, the special bear, we were Ursa Faunus, and we were also Grimm Faunus.
I never really knew if my brother figured it out or not because before dad could finish I was pushed to the ground only to look up and see mom hovering over me, suspended by the beowolf claws through her chest, smiling. Dad was the first to act followed instantly by my older brother, the beowolves came pouring from the woods and as I sat there holding my dying mother in my arms I knew, I knew that they were going to lose, still I couldn't bring myself to run and save myself even though I could hear my father telling me to do so. My mother though, she was smiling, even through all this she is smiling, because, . . ., because she understood! She knew! She knows how I feel, that there is no point in leaving not because I would get chased down but because what would I do after that! She knows how much I rely on them so if she knows that much what else does she know? She doesn't possibly, no, of course she does she knows everything doesn't she, well shit. Oh wait the fight right well you must understand I missed quite a few things because just as my father and brother dove into a crowd of beowolves my mom stated to tell me both the last words she ever told me and the most important conversation I ever had with a parent first or second life.
"Child, look at me" It took me a moment to notice I was being spoken to and redirect my attention to my mother.
"My boy, my baby boy. You are such a smart thing. I am so sorry that I won't be there when you grow up and find me a beautiful daughter to make your wife. Don't worry, I know that you will be fine, you have always been the strongest of us, power so great that your father and I had to lock it away. Don't let the darkness consume you my child, cast it away, only then will you achieve your true destiny. When it's all over, Promise me you will find your path in life."
My mom closed her eyes as she lifted her hand and placed her blood-soaked palm on my forehead. All the sounds were replaced by a soft, low thrum of energy that was way too quiet for me to enjoy. I realized that I had stopped paying attention to everything when moms hand slid down my face and fell into her lap leaving a streaking handprint on my face in blood. I gently laid her down and looked to the rest of my family. My brother was already dead, going by the look in his eyes I was to get no good bye from him. Dad was missing an entire arm and a leg from the knee down, but he was still alive for the moment. I calmly walked over to my brother's dead body taking note of my father's awed and scared face as well as the Grimm stopping their attack. I picked him up and carried him over to lay him next to mom. The emotions are what do it really. I was completely empty in that moment, yet I had a clear and set goal and determination. I confused the Grimm which is why they didn't attack until I had gone back and picked up my brothers weapons and leapt at them to fight back. Towards the end of the fight I felt something nasty in my chest so I remembered what mom said and forced myself to cough it all up and then threw it as hard as I could.
The fight lasted for 6 hours, dad lay on the ground dead next to mom by the time I was done.
When I got home after burying my family I found that Grimm had attacked the village. The survivors had fled but 5 children all under the age of two except for the fifth who was six, a sister of one of the other orphans. Two were human but not the siblings. And so without a second thought I started building, The Five were staying in one of the safer homes at the moment while I used all 34 years of engineering expertise to construct remnants greatest safe house. During that time I made sure that everyone had enough clean water and food to survive comfortably even, thankfully the panda girl never asked what I was feeding them, don't want to deal with that fiasco. So turns out if you cook a Grimm live it doesn't fade, but anyways we are well fed, the Five got moved into the safe house sometime around when I was supposed to turn six, and I started fighting hordes of Grimm that would come in biweekly waves. Glad I made myself my own weapons.
The hordes of Grimm as it turned out were all being led by none other than, wait, I'll let you guess, THE DARKNESS IN MY HEART! Yeah that nasty thing I threw up and chucked, well it came back and now it's like the thing in the water temple of Legend Of Zelda Ocarina Of Time looking like a 'Grimm' (hehe) version of me and leading his own personal army. He would send waves and waves of Grimm every other week but on the nights of the full moon he would show up too, the clearer the moon the more powerful he became. The attacks continued with little variation as I skyrocketed my Aura levels to the point that I put my parents block back on just to seem normal and for the next seven years things remained the same I felt happy with the way things were at the time, I felt content. I should have known the safe house would fail me at some point.
My guess is that the fight is what garnered his attention, but all the same he had been way too late. I had defeated, shadow is what I called him cliché I know, the final wave and returned to a destroyed safe house and the bodies of the Five strewn about slaughtered. That was where he found me, sitting in front of the friends I had failed, hugging my legs to my chest, just staring, no tears, no emotion, I was just empty, blank, or even vacant, but for sure once again I had changed. Am I weak to be so vulnerable after 44 years of life? Am I Naïve to seek answers from the man who found me, I've yet to find out, but at least I get to use a little earth precognition to trust the guy since I'm found by none other than good old Uncle Qrow.
And that's how I made it here, 15 years old and throwing off the entrance numbers at Vales very own Beacon school for hunters and huntresses. After three months of Qrow convincing Ozpin that I was worth it for skewing the numbers and then scavenging the town and dump for everything I would need I'm here pretending to sleep on the airship off in a corner by myself. Despite having my eyes closed I've learned to see the world around me by overloading my human senses to draw out my more animalistic ones, which is why I have a set of homemade Bluetooth equivalent over ear noise cancelling headphones that also shift into a scouter shaped combat assistant complete with chipper female AI, I spare no expense after 20 years of this I've gotten good enough to make this goddamnit! But that's the thing I'm blasting music in my human ears which for some reason makes it so that my fuzzy ass bear ears which look kind of scruffy, hear so well my mind creates an image of everything, even on the other floors.
Which is how I heard a certain conversation about the Bee's Knees.
Oh well I'll meet them at some point best I give them a natural representation of my personality, I'll wait and meet them naturally, maybe start with Jaune. I never got around to watching the third season, wonder if he dies or not, is he a liability, maybe I shouldn't be friends with him, Nah it'll be fine.
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Prologue: And So/In Retrospect
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