RWBYond Sisters

AN: Welcome to the first chapter of RWBYond Sisters. As always, this technically takes place in my RWBYond continuity BUT there is no real reference to anything beyond some characters from my other stories. Also, this is going to be seven chapters long and every chapter is going to be its own little story revolving around Jaune and one of his sisters.

Chapter 1: Rouge

Jaune ran down the hall and out the door into the front yard. Rouge was directly behind him. He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. Rouge was closing in on him. He could practically feel her hand as it got closer to his yellow jacket. His heart was pounding and lungs desperate for air and…

"Got'cha little brother." Rouge said as her hand smacked into his back. Jaune fell face forward into the grass. He had been so close to his goal. The tree that stood in the middle of the yard as base for their little game was mere feet away.

"Ha-ha! You're it." Verta said from the safety of base.

"Get up Jaune, you're going to get dirt all over your jacket." Rouge said as she helped him up. Jaune brushed himself up.

"But what about Ali and Bleu?" Jaune said.

"Don't know, don't care." Rouge noted. "You know the rules, first one tagged is it. Ali and Bleu could still be hiding for all I care."

"It's no fair!" Jaune huffed. "You girls always pick on me."

"That's because you're the boy of the house." Verta said as she adjusted her glasses. Her green eyes reflected the light of the sun. She stood in contrast to the taller, oldest sister, with her long red hair and sapphire eyes. Jaune stood between them. He had his father's hair and eyes. Verta shared his hair color while Rouge shared his eyes.

Jaune had just turned seven a few weeks ago. Rouge was fourteen, Aliquam was twelve, Verta was about to turn six, Bleu was five and they had a three-year-old Indigo in the house as well as a newborn Violeta. Seven kids in total, one for every color of the rainbow. And that last Winter Solstice, they all got matching jackets in the color of their namesake. Even Violeta got the cutest little purple jacket. Jaune's mother had always wanted a rainbow of children and now she had them. And she was determined to make sure they all had matching jackets.

Jaune hated his. It was yellow, which he was fine with. But it was also a bright color. He preferred blue or black for his clothes. But he was convinced that his oldest sisters could look good in anything. Rouge and Ali were practically adults in Jaune's eyes. And they couldn't be any more different.

"Alright Jaune…count to thirty." Rouge said. She readjusted her jacket and ducked away inside while Jaune closed his eyes and started counting. Jaune cheated, just a little and peaked out from his arm. He spotted Verta ducking into some bushes on the side of the house.

"Ready or not, here I come!" He called when he got to thirty. He couldn't see Verta, she must've been using her jacket as camouflage. Jaune squinted his eyes and started circling the house, keeping an eye on the bushes. He spotted a lock of her blonde hair and dove in. "TAG!" He cheered in victory.

"No fair…you cheated." Verta said. She shoved him out of the bushes causing him to fall.

"Did not!" Jaune huffed, picking himself up. "I saw some of your hair." Jaune shoved her back. "But," a plan forming in Jaune's head. "If you help me catch Rouge, we'll act like this never happened." Verta narrowed her eyes and adjusted her glasses.

"Deal." She said shaking his hand. Jaune climbed into the window. Verta made her way towards the safe base. The house was empty save for the five kids. Mom and Dad were out with Indigo and Violeta, shopping. That left the large manor up for grabs in the game of tag.

Jaune checked the kitchen, checking under the sink. He then slid around in his socks, gliding down the halls as he checked some of Rouge's favorite hiding places. He opened a wardrobe in one room and found nothing but some impeccably stylish coats. He did a sweep of play room. He spotted a small piece of blue cloth peeking out from the mountain of stuffed animals.

"Bleu? I'm not going to tag you. I want to get Rouge." He whispered. "If you see her, shout, deal?" There was no answer, but the toys did move ever so slightly.

Jaune ducked out of the room. There were plenty of rooms off limits. And so many rooms were just barren and empty. Jaune decided to check some of these rooms. They made for terrible hiding places. So Jaune would just peek his head in just to make sure they weren't in there.

He reached a bathroom, the door was closed and the light was on. Either someone was in there, or it was a trap. He checked the closet across the hall to find that no one was there. He knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again just to make sure he wasn't about to walk in on someone. He twisted the door handle, it was unlocked. He opened the door and found…Aliquam Arc standing inside with a super soaker.

She started laughing manically as she sprayed him repeatedly. Jaune's entire upper body became soaked as he protected his face. He fell against the still open closet door and tripped over a jacket landing on his but as Ali ran past him towards the door.

Jaune fumed as he curled up into a ball. His jacket was soaked now. It made his body shiver in the cool house. He took it off and picked himself up. Ali was undoubtedly out of the house and at the tree by now. Jaune muttered under his breath while he continued his search. He then heard the tell-tale shriek from Bleu back the other way.

Jaune darted for the door. He took a short cut out of a bedroom window where he landed on the trampoline, a stunt Ali had goaded him into doing before. He bounced off the trampoline and made the mad dash towards the tree as he saw Rouge burst out the door. Verta ran towards her and grabbed her arm.

"Get her Jaune!" Verta yelled.

"Let go of me Verta." Rouge huffed. Jaune tagged her.

"You're it!" Jaune cheered.

"Slick move bro." Ali complimented from the tree.

"No fair." Rouge huffed. "Verta grabbed me. What did you bribe her with?"

"That's for me to know and you to never find out." Verta said sticking her tongue out at the oldest girl.

Jaune heard the sound of their parents' car making its way up the road. That signaled the end of their game. Rouge huffed dejectedly. Next time they have a game, she would be it. Jaune and Verta walked side by side in victory.

"Jaune, where's your coat?" Rouge asked.

"I had to take it off because SOMEONE decided to bring a water gun into the mix." He pointed his gaze at Ali.

"You should have seen the look on his face." Ali pointed and laughed.

"Aliquam Orage Arc!" Rouge said sternly. "That was very rude. How would you like it if someone did that to you?"

"If one of you did it…I'd just get you back." Ali said.

"Uh!" Rouge groaned. "You don't get it. Those jackets are special."

"A little water won't hurt it." Ali defended. "Besides, even if it did he's probably getting a new one next solstice."

"That doesn't matter. Mom made those jackets for us." Rouge stomped her foot to the ground. Ali wouldn't apologize. When Rouge told mom and dad, they didn't seem to mind, except that it was an obvious ploy to escape being it.

Later that night Jaune found himself in Rouge's room. Mom and dad had gotten them all clothes for the upcoming school year. And, per tradition, Rouge was making him model the outfits for her. Jaune didn't mind. It was the only time that he got to spend with his eldest sister. Sure, the first few times it was humiliating, and Rouge and Ali laughed at how he looked in a skirt. But it had gotten a lot more sensible since then. Now it was usually just shirt and jean combinations. Anything fancier wouldn't fit Jaune at this point.

Rouge also made it a point for him to try every combination of his new outfits, as well as matching them with previously owned clothes. Rouge would rate every combination on a scale of one to ten. Jaune was forbidden to wear any combination she didn't at least give a 6. And if he ever wanted to talk to a girl, he had to wear a nine or ten. It was her little game. Jaune was like her personal doll.

"Why do you care so much about clothes?" Jaune asked as he tried on his new footy pajamas.

"Because I like them." She looked him over and raised ten fingers. "You look so adorkable in your pjs!" She squealed. She took her scroll out and snapped a picture. "All the girls at my school are going to think you're so cute!" Rouge was finally old enough to start going to middle school. She could go to combat school, but she had no desire to fight.

"Really?" Jaune blushed. Part of him thought she was making fun of him. "But why do you like them so much?"

"Appearances are important little brother. They are a way of expressing ourselves without even saying a word. Our whole culture is based on art and expression. Therefore, it's important to look our best and more important to look like whatever we want to be."

Jaune didn't really understand. Just like how he couldn't understand why their parents didn't want them in combat school. Their father taught them how to hold and swing a sword, and taught them basic self-defense. He said that's all that was needed in everyday life. The only reason to need anything more is if they wanted to be a police officer, soldier or huntsmen.

"I guess you're right." Jaune noted as he left the room to go to bed.

An: One down, six to go. This was the one I had the least amount of ideas for. That's why I made most of it the game of tag. I thought it was a good way to introduce multiple characters while keeping the focus on Rouge and Jaune. Leave a review, follow, favorite and stay classy.