Our story begins as we join one Jaune Arc in the middle of the Emerald Forest. The sun was a bright orange ball of fire in the sky and besides the usual normal sounds of nature, it was joined by the repeated noise of sword and shield.

Jaune Arc was doing his best to take what he was taught and make sure it stuck. Between the lessons under Glynda Goodwitch and his late night sessions with his partner Pyrrha Nikos (NOT THAT WAY), he was steadily improving. Not enough to really last any longer than a minute in a fight against anyone other than team CRDL but much better than where he started as a teenager in over his head.

Still, out here, alone and sweating up a storm, he persisted. He wanted to get better, he wanted to stop being a burden to his team and his friends and be able to truly hold his own and call himself a hero.

If not for his last name than for the idealistic little boy he used to be.

Jaune gasped deeply, trying to refill his lungs with previous oxygen. The exercise he was doing wasn't hard or that engaging, it mostly had him drill some swings and bashes. He was told this would help get his body used to moving in combat and if anything, build some muscles from lifting and curling the metal he was carrying.

By the end of it, he had forced himself to work for a full six hours, stopping only to eat and drink some water. It was Saturday, his homework light and mostly done, and the day off giving him plenty of free time to practice. Normally he would have elected to stay inside the school grounds but today had been a particularly busy day where everyone had the same idea and thus the line for the combat arena was quite long.

He also didn't want to get roped into any sudden fights or challenges by anyone, something that had been happening quite frequently when he left. Granted he probably wasn't that big enough of a threat to anyone other than the aforementioned bullies.

The rest of his team and friends had also gone off and done other things, some going shopping, others seeking some personal time, and the rest just grouping together in the combat arena.

Pyrrha had offered to just train him fully during the day on their favorite rooftop but he declined, noticing how she had quite a horde of eager fighters who wanted to see if they could take a shot at the strongest warrior of their generation or just to measure how far they had to climb to get to her platform of high skill and combat expertise.

On one hand, he didn't want to get between the horde of rabid fans/fighters/crazed people and her, on the other one he didn't want to use any more of her time than necessary. He was already improving leaps and bounds and now that he was just drilling for core muscle strength, maybe he could start working towards doing some fancy flips and tricks like everyone else.

The tree that he had been using for the past hours bore his marks. Several cuts ate deep into the bark and several various bits also looked smashed in. Given one more hour, he would probably topple it over and have to go looking for another one that was just as sturdy.

Wiping away the sweat and taking a swig from his favorite water bottle, he grabbed his personal duffel bag and started to walk back to the Academy.

"Waaa!"

Jaune tensed, arm freezing at the right position that water started spilling out but didn't end up anywhere but on his pants.

"Ok Jaune…you're just tired and sweaty. You didn't hear...whatever that was. It was probably just the wind or something…not-"

"Wouaaa!"

It was undeniable at that point. Jaune dropped his belongings and sprinted, trying to locate the sound of the cry. The tone and sound so reminiscent of his little sister, his inner big brother instinct kicked in and he was ready to pull a dynamic entry and kick whatever ass was causing such distress.

And find it he did.

The Alpha Beowulf stood at an imposing height with its black furry body and bone spikes dotting his arms. The white mask and soulless red eyes gave away nothing as it towered over…a basket?

"Waaa!"

THAT HAD A BABY IN IT!

Jaune didn't think, he reacted. Whatever gut instinct he had told him to follow through on his momentum and tackle the ever loving crap out of that beast and pummel it to death in a fit of blind rage.

Thankfully, his inner warrior kicked his inner rage down the metaphorical stairs in his body and told him instead to capitalize on his surprise attack advantage.

Which he proceeded to do so in spectacular fashion.

The Alpha had one second to turn its head and notice the young teenage warrior before he barreled into him. The two beings went tumbling over with Jaune ending up on top and drawing his sword in one swift motion, immediately hacking and slashing the head until he was positive there wasn't going to be anything left to move and hurt anything.

A whimper cut through the haze, his mind clearing as he stopped in his vicious work to stare at the source. The basket had been barely moved when he impacted the monster and it thankfully looked like the contents had stayed safe.

As the creature of Grimm dissipated, Jaune took small steps and peered inside.

It was…a baby girl. She had light brown hair, puffy little pinchable cheeks, and an adorable face with a tiny little nose. Blue eyes of the ocean met shining blue of the sky. Wait…were those…?

"Aauh?" The baby said as she lifted her tiny little hands up towards his face.

Recognizing the universal sign of uppsy daisy, he gently reached forward and picked up the little girl from the basket. The girl squirmed a tiny bit before relaxing and a smile blossomed on her face before she gave a tiny giggle. Jaune couldn't stop staring at two critical features, though. She had a rather prominent fluffy tail and little ears, the way it was shaped alluded to a squirrel in nature.

"I don't think I could love you any more than right now," Jaune said in an honest voice, "You…are too cute."

"Mmmh!"

Jaune blinked before matching her smile, "What are you doing out here?"

"Babuu?"

"Yeah, should have expected that," Jaune deadpanned, making the girl giggle, "Maybe this should shed some…more…light."

Jaune felt his mood dip as he examined the basket. Besides the slightly coarse cloth that had acted like a blanket, there was a ripped piece of parchment that displayed a few words. The most blatant and telling ones were the big bolded 'PLEASE TAKE ME' while underneath it was a smaller font that said 'My name is Makoto'.

Jaune grimaced, recognizing what the words meant.

Sometimes, human couples could give birth to a Faunus child. It wasn't that common but in the rare cases, it did happen, the parents more often than not abandoned the child. Some to the orphanage where they never knew who their parents were or in this case…

"Who on Remnant could ever think of leaving someone as cute as you alone?"

"Waauh."

Jaune noted the droopy look the baby had adopted and felt his heart crack. He couldn't tell exactly how old the little girl was but from the way she seemed to understand his words, she was possibly old enough to comprehend what her birth parents had done. The teen felt his resolve harden, no longer able to sit idly by and already determined to one course of action.

It would be difficult and it would make things harder than they had to be. But one looks into those big doe eyes and seeing her little smile, he couldn't even begin to think about leaving her out here alone once again. Right now, he could at least make sure she would be safe and possibly nurtured, not…left alone like this.

"Well…I can't leave you out here by yourself. How about I take you back with me?"

The baby looked up with her eyes wide and Jaune could see a hopeful gleam shining in them.

"Dada?"

Jaune nearly dropped her in shock. Did she really? He stopped panicking and again once more steadied his beating heart.

"Well, if you want me to. Then I guess I'm your daddy, for now, Makoto," He punctuated this statement with a soothing gentle but firm hug, earning a giggle.

Yes, he may have made some poor decisions in his current lifetime but this…

He was pretty sure he wasn't going to regret this.

=P=A=P=A=

I hear the clang of plated boots on stone. The melancholy tone of steel joints. The soft whisper of a tattered cloak sweeping the floor. The figure moves to stand beside me, gauntleted hand resting on the pommel of a sheathed sword.

"The child…she moves."

The voice is deep and harsh, the sound akin to grating metal. I do not flinch, I do not back away.

"What is your wish?"

I stare into the abyss. The abyss stares back.

"Very well."

As quickly as it came, the voice and its presence disappear. I let out a tiny gasp, the cold feeling nearly suffocating me and my lungs hungering for fresh air.

May Oum have mercy. May he have mercy on us all.


A/N: Sup. Yeah, it's me. Still alive and kicking, just busy as hell with college and such.

(Dodges cans of tomatoes thrown by the Immunity crowd) HEY! AT LEAST TAKE THEM OUT FIRST!

Yeah, yeah I understand you guys want to see more of that right now but it takes a toll on ya when you constantly try your best to write in one genre. It just makes things hard and I wanted a little break for a fresh taste. No homo. So yeah, here's another little experiment of a premise already inspired by fanart. Look up Kegi Springfield on here or Deviantart for the current story and adorable pictures available.

I'm looking to put my own twist on this and hopefully, it entertains just as well as Immunity does.