Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY if I did it would be awesome though.

People love to rationalize the world around them. Now that's not necessarily a bad thing at all. If we as a species didn't rationalize things we wouldn't have evolved from the primitives we once were. What was once the theater of Gods, the earthquakes, volcanoes erupting, tsunamis and storms was rationalized until we as mortals could understand them. Well, we rationalized them enough for the masses at least. If you want to get the nitty gritty of the science behind each, more power to you, the equations are murder to figure out. Why do you think engineering students drink so much? I know I did or at least I think I did.

It's all becoming fuzzy now like a half remembered dream. I can remember the technical aspects of my life but the personal, who I am, family, friends it's bleeding away. I suppose that it is a blessing in a way. I mean who really wants to be weighed down by who you were in a past life. Ah, I didn't really mention that did I?

Right then. So when I went on about humans rationalizing the world around them I am, was? A mechanical engineer in my past life. I loved science because you could quantify everything around you from the smallest quark to the universe itself, but I believe that some things cannot be rationalized. That they cannot be brought down and examined by the human mind. That some things require things our brains simply cannot handle like picturing a fourth dimensional object in a three dimensional universe.

So when I awoke from whatever void had held my soul before being reborn I immediately tried to rationalize where I was. Completely understandable really. You go to bed after drinking way to much rum to be healthy, but you'll be damned before you remember one more thing after that helicopter aerodynamics test you took today and everything is odd.

Now I don't mean hangover odd, I've never had one before so suck it weaklings, no odd as in your body feels different. Like you're trying to reconcile an automatic car from a manual. You know where everything is and how it works but now there is this stick thing and is that an extra pedal? My vision was wonky as well. I mean I have perfect vision so seeing everything so blurry is odd.

The main clue something was off was the huge shapes in front of me, blurry though they were. They were speaking some kind of language I've never heard before. Now the first thing I thought when I processed this is not that I've been kidnapped, but that I must be in the hospital for some reason. It was a fair assumption really. I may have underestimated the amount I'd had to drink or some internal process in my body had shut down and I was found before I died. Completely logic really.

That was why I was so confused when one of the blurry shadows picked me up and brought me to their chest. You'll have to forgive me if, in my surprise, I swore like a sailor or you would have if all that came out was gurgling noises. I didn't have much time to dwell as the blows to my psyche kept on coming. When the huge blob had picked me up I had flailed my arms and noticed how absolutely tiny my hand was. How utterly different this hand was to mine.

My face must have been hilarious because I could hear the unmistakable sound of laughter above me. It snapped me from my gawking and I redirected my gaze to the now confirmed woman who held me. She, in my humble opinion, was very beautiful. She had curly red hair that was about shoulder length in height which framed an angelic face with piercing light blue eyes.

It hit me then. There could only be one rational explanation for what is happening now. The one thing we can't rationalize. The how or why of being reborn. I didn't scream or cry at this revelation. Neither would have done me any good and truthfully I think I went a little bit into shock as I processed this new information.

I must have been spaced out a bit too long because my mother seems to be getting worried. So I crack a smile if not for me then for the worried new mother. Of course I was not all right, not by a long shot, but I'm still alive I guess and that's the important thing. Everything can be solved you just need the time to do so. It was no use freaking out about it. It also doesn't help the situation at all just accept what's happened and move on. Easier said than done really and the repeated shocks to my tiny body probably didn't help it. Yep, there it is I just feel so tired all of a sudden and I didn't fight the pull succumbing to sleep.

~3 years later~

There wasn't a whole lot I could say about the last three years of my new life. Well that's not true exactly. It was mainly extremely boring. I mean you can't really do much as a baby but sleep, flail your stubby limbs, gurgle and shit yourself. That last one was so embarrassing right up there with breast feeding, gah I feel weird just thinking about it.

Then there were the normal things babies learn to do crawl, walk, talk and read that sort of thing really. Of course I learned at a hugely accelerated rate but that's really not fair to compare me to other babies, but when is life every fair really so suck it I win hahaha. *Cough, Cough* Right back to reminiscing you can gloat later. Truthfully I felt no real need to hide how fast I learnt. It's a good cover really, people always think of a genius as eccentric not as a person reborn from a different world. Any quirks or odd saying would just be shrugged off as me being eccentric.

And how you might ask do I know it's a different world? Simple really, just look at the moon. I first saw it a couple of months after I was reborn. It was kind of hard to miss really as it hung overhead with the upper right quarter shattered and hovering around it. Kind of a huge sign that this is a different world unless something cataclysmic had happened before I was reborn but the cincher for me were the people with animal like accessories.

Yep my mom, Ariel is her name by the way and my dad's name is Robin, had taken me to a park when I saw a man with wolf ears sticking out of his head watching a little baby wolf girl play in the sand. I nearly squealed at the sight of her. She was so cute. If I could have weaponized her cuteness I could rule the world. I knew right there and then I wanted, no want is too light of a word, I needed to pet her ears.

With all my nearly 3 year old strength I escaped from my mother's grasp and dashed towards the red headed little girl playing in the sand. Oddly enough, though I didn't quite realize at the time why, she was separated from the rest of the children. All I could focus on was touching her ears. Impulsive, yes, no respect for personal boundaries, check, but I blame my bodies hormones and the fact I was 3 so I could get away with it.

I skidded to a stop right in front of her a little out of breath from the short sprint, damn my tiny body. "CanItouchyourears?" I blurted out.

"W-what?" She reeled back and I could see the beginning of tears forming in her eyes. I could have slapped myself. Of course she would be frightened. I nearly bowled her over in my charge over here and babbling like an idiot didn't help.

Speaking as slowly and calmly as I could I asked again, "Could I please touch your ears they're really pretty?"

Her hands had slowly reached up and touched her ears and whispered out so quietly I had to strain to hear it, "You think they're pretty?"

My head was bobbing up and down so fast I'm surprised I didn't strain something. "Okay." Yesssssssss, permission obtained. With a quivering hand I reached out to all that was good in this world and found it to be fluffy and soft. As I basked in all that was good while lightly stroking the base of her ears she let out an honest to god purr. I had to contain myself to not scoop her up and cry manly tears of joy for finding such a source of purity in this world.

As with all things both good and bad they must come to an end. I just hated how abruptly and horribly it did end. "Hey kid get away from the animal!" And just like that the tender moment between us shattered as the little angel flinched and shied away from the interloper.

Now I'm not an inherently angry guy. I'm slow to anger and quick to forgive but this scum had just called a little girl an animal, an animal. I nearly saw red just from that alone but alas I'm only 3 so I fought him with the one thing I had, my mind.

"Hm, I see but one animal here sir and it is not the little girl right before me." I shift myself so I can stand between the scum and the angel just in case. "Now run all like the animal you are before someone decides to neuter you." I give him a lazy once over. "Or maybe spaying would be the correct term? My most sincere apology miss."

Oh ho, that sent him in a tizzy. Damn, I didn't know a person could go that red and those bulging veins can't be good for him… good. With a wordless yell of rage he pulled back his right leg in preparation for what would no doubt be a brutal hit for a 3 year old.

Wow talk about having a hairline trigger there scum. I braced myself but the blow never came. My mom was suddenly standing in front of us fist still extended and glowing slightly. I couldn't see her expression but it must have been terrifying because his face had lost its redden hue and turned deathly pale as he wheezed from the sudden blow.

With a flick of her wrist a trident unfolded itself and with a whirl the sharp end was pointed at his throat. "Leave." Hm, short and simple I love it. The trash jerkily stood and scampered away like the animal he is. My mom, the now certified badass, just gave a snort of contempt and with a twist of her wrist the trident folded back into a small bar which went up her sleeve.

"Are you both alright? He didn't do anything bad did he?" The concern was evident in my mom's voice as she turned to face us.

"I'm fine but he called her an animal. Why would someone say that? She's far too cute to be called an animal. He should have called her an angel instead. So then I called him an animal and said he should be spayed. He got really angry about that and then you were all like WA bam. Than he ran away like a coward." I babbled while making exaggerated motions with my arms.

"You were so cool. How did you glow like that? Why do you have a trident? How did it fold up like that? Why did-"My mom's cool hand pressed down over my mouth. "Aren't you forgetting something Alan?" There was a light smile on her face and she certainly sounded bemused by my tirade.

I gasped and spun around. Mentally hitting myself for forgetting the aspect of cuteness that started all this. She seemed to be trying to mold herself against whom I assumed to be her father. Her little hands clenched against his vest and her ears flat against her head. He seemed more like a mountain to me. With muscles so defined they seemed chiseled from stone. Then there was his red eyes, white hair, wolf ears and handsomely defined face. All in all he was an imposing figure.

"So,' a deep rumbling voice came from the man, 'an angel hm. You're going to be a ladies man when you grow up aren't you?" I could feel a blush forming on my face and I scuffed the ground in embarrassment.

"I couldn't help it she's just too cute to not like."

"Oh, do you hear that princess you have an admirer now." He wiped away fake tears. "They grow up so fast don't they?"

"They do don't they." My mom reached down and ruffled my hair. "I love him little scoundrel that he is." Betrayal of the highest order. How could you mother?

He chuckled in that deep baritone voice he has. "Anyways thank you for stepping in when that racist came around. It seems like there are more and more of them nowadays."

"It was no problem taking care of trash like that. I hate racists. I had a Faunus on my team during and after Beacon but…" She trailed off her tone tinged with regret and sadness.

"My condolences the life of a Hunter is filled with danger." The heavy atmosphere was broken by the sound of a purr below them.

While the adults had been talking I had managed to coax the little angel out of her father's arms and resumed gently rubbing her soft wolf ears. Her face had a look of bliss on it and she subconsciously leaned into me. There it was again that precious purring noise coming from her. Ah, I could happily die again after this.

At least this time the moment was broken by laughter. "Oh dear, my little boy will be a ladies man won't he."

"Should I get my gun now or try to scare him off later?" He said as he bent down and picked up the little angel. We both pouted and they just laughed again. "Well we should get going. My name is Kraft Lawerson and this is Holo."

"Nice to meet both of you. I'm Ariel Hood and this is Alan. Here,' she took out her scroll, 'this is my contact info. Our kids seemed to like each other quite a bit and I've been remiss about having Alan interact with people that are his age. If it's okay with you would you mind setting up playdates for the two?"

"I would love that actually. Holo's mother died in childbirth and I've been working nonstop ever since. It would be great for Holo to be with kids her own age instead of nannies."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Kraft just waved it off. "It's okay time heals everything and she did leave me with this bundle of joy." He gave Holo a big exaggerated kiss on the forehead sending her into fits of giggles.

"So I'll set something up with you later but we really do have to go. Holo say goodbye to your new friend Alan."

"Bye Alan."

"Bye Holo."

As I watched the father daughter pair walk off I couldn't help but feel that I'd made a lifelong friend.

Author's Note: Hello anyone and everyone that took the time to read my first story that I have posted on this website. I would greatly appreciate feedback as it improves the quality of my writing and your enjoyment of the story. At least it should but it's always possible that it makes it worse. If so I could always start written in best Inglsih.

My hope for this story is to touch upon young Alan Hood's childhood, teenage years at Signal, Beacon and what comes after. This will eventually become more and more AU as the story progresses. If you want to read fanfictions that try to 'stay true' to canon then more power to you, but this will not be one of those.

For those of you that absolutely must know who the main character is going to get together with I'm sorry to inform you that I haven't decided yet. Feel free to try and convince me your ship is the best ship ever. On that note though I will say that there will not be an Alan/male character not because I dislike it but most of the characters are female in the show and the few male characters seem to like females so... I'm also not convinced that I could convincingly write a male/male relationship my heart just wouldn't be in it.

Anyways thanks for reading and have a wonderful day.