Chapter 1 The Sword and The Mask
A/N: Just read it okay.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Franchises portrayed here.
-A-R-C-
Chapter 1
Here he was again, failing his hundredth Combat class as a second year. Gritting his teeth as he made his way to Beacon's airship docks, just to be anywhere but here - Beacon Academy; the pinnacle of what all Hunters and Huntresses aim for. The place where Jaune realized that determination alone can't make all wishes come true.
Guess I'm not qualified, huh?
You never were. You lied your way in.
Sighing he heard his scroll vibrate in his pocket knowing all too well that it was Pyrrha looking for him again. She must've beaten her opponent to a pulp and heard his failure. The poor, lovable, and strong Pyrrha, a model of what it meant to be great was worried about him.
And, it was his fault.
"Jaune, if you don't make it in you can always come back home."
That phrase kept replying repeatedly in his head, and he hated it, hated the fact that his father was right about him - it. He pressed the red button on his scroll and walked into the flying death-trap who at this moment looked far better than Beacon itself.
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Pyrrha saw Jaune disconnect the call and her heart almost gave in, for Jaune never disconnected a call he always picked up. She hated the way that even after all her training she gave Jaune, he just couldn't win a fight. In addition, the worse was that she did everything her trainers did with her, but it wasn't working.
Was Jaune so inept or was she doing it wrong? Her mind saying the latter, but that was because she loved him. But, if she were to be honest she would say the inept was it.
She bit her tongue when that thought overcame her 'cause she wasn't naturally such a person, never undermining someone else - well except Cardin and his team. No, Jaune was strong and just needed the help and by Oum itself she was gonna do it, for her name wasn't Pyrrha Nikos for nothing.
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He arrived about two hours ago, his scroll long been shut down by the constant calls from Pyrrha nd his friends. He smiled for the concern but realized that it was probably just to calm Pyrrha down, really who could miss a loser like him?
So lost in his self-deprecating thoughts Jaune failed to notice the rain.
"Wasn't it showing clear skies in the weather report this morning?" He asked himself, all but running for shelter. Jaune stopped when he saw a glint come from a nearby alleyway. Walking into the alley he saw two weird objects; they appeared to be a Mask, and a black blade, lying next to each other on the ground.
"Huh?" The word spilled from Jaune's mouth as he looked at his surrounding, only seeing a black cat scavenging into a dumpster, "Did someone lose this stuff?"
Jaune bent down and picked up the mask, a weird sensation shooting up his arm as the mask clattered to the ground. Jaune looked around again, oddly noticing the Black Cat's eyes going wide? Nah, just the light playing tricks on me.
Once again, he bent down and this time picked up the sword, a weird feeling washing over him as he saw dark wisps floating out of the sword. Chalking it up to another trick of light, he went for the mask. Getting a good look of it Jaune saw that it looked kinda... creepy, as if it was alive and smiling at him?
He noticed that parts of the mask were coated in dark paint...? Yeah, it doesn't feel like paint. Jaune thought as he felt over the dark patches, trying out the lines where white met black and felt no thicker line on it.
Looking around Jaune saw no people walking down the street, the rain only pelting on the roof, and confusingly the cat watching the scene in rapt attention. Why?
He turned the mask over and wanted to try it on, it fit perfectly, and it felt so warm even though it was on the grou-.
The boy's body falling limply to the ground, sword held tightly in his grip. Suddenly, darkness engulfed Jaune as he fell unconscious. Right next to the prone figure stood a Mocha-skinned woman, her long purple hair dampening and a serious look on her face, muttering.
"That lazy ass was right..."
To Be Continued
-A-R-C
A/N: Hello my name is Twilight Angel/Demon, here with a Crossover of Bleach and RWBY. First off this won't be a full crossover as I know the world of Remnant more due to the more I know at this point about RWBY. Like, seriously I watched Bleach like a year ago so while some stuff are good in my head, some are not. And the research just to make this fic perfect would be more of a hassle, you can see how that would work out, so yeah...
A Beta-Reader would be welcomed.
Fair note: This story will be updating sporadically; either a week or a month.