What's up, the name's Kanashiiro. This is my first fanfic, kinda sorta. It's more of a revamp of my first. Just wanted to wipe the slate clean and start out fresh. This story will follow along the RWBY storyline for some time, though there are also major changes to the story due to the added OCs. So think of it as an AU as well or a branching storyline. For now, I'll be following up to season 1 of RWBY but there will also be a small arc focusing on team CRDL because they're actually gonna quite significant to the plot. With that being said, enjoy reading!

Twisted Grimm, chapter one: Sora Asua

(Morning, inside an airship going to Beacon Academy)

From inside the airship among the crowd of students, a young man stood out. Probably because he abruptly sat down on the floor and had remained motionless for quite some time with his eyes shut. Like some sort of meditative position. The peculiar behavior drew in a few concerned faces.

"Is-...Is he gonna be okay?" Among the students, someone decided to say the question all of them wanted to ask.

The young man goes by the name of Sora Asua. Born and raised on the large unidentified land mass above Vacuo and Vale. About the age of eighteen. Considered an adult, but still a child among those older. He has white eyes with two scars that overlap each other in an awkward X shape on his left cheek but touches no other feature. His hair appears unkempt and spiky, probably hasn't been touched by a comb to contain that wild mess he calls hair. His attire seems relatively close to what those of a holy status would wear, with his own added flare to it. His sleeveless hooded robe consists of two colors; from the midriff and up is red, while everything below was white, with long torn coattails that flow behind his legs. He wears a common pair of baggy black pants. Three notable accessories on his person are his belt, headband, and gloves. Starting with the belt, it seemed to be the only thing keeping his robe from separating and exposing his chest. The insignia on the center of his belt is a red, hollowed out sun. The headband was simple, just white, and long enough to flow freely due to its length. Lastly, his gloves are two different colors, brown cloth on each finger, and the rest of the glove being white. And a metal plate secured onto each of the knuckles. A dead giveaway to what his choice of weapons are.

"I dare ya to poke em" Someone dared a friend to go right into the jaws of a monster. A large portion of people turned their attention to the one dared, putting pride and bravado at stake.

Sora had finally opened his eyes, though suddenly, causing every onlooker to flinch and turn away in an instant. His gaze fixated on them, though now all he's seeing are nervous, embarrassed faces.

Sora did expect to be alone for his trip to Beacon, but he couldn't say that he didn't get his hopes up that his 'friend' would be joining him. While the age gap between them wasn't oceans apart, Sora could tell he was older by a few years. So unless a miracle happened, he'll have to pray to Oum.

"-Roman Torchwick, who continues to evade authorities. If you have any information on his whereabouts, please contact the Vale Police Department. Back to you Lisa." Sora ceased his train of thought the moment that name of the nefarious criminal was mentioned. The news was being broadcasted on the windows of the airship. His hands clenched into a tight fist. To the untrained eye, Sora's scowl was obscured. It just added insult to injury when he looked up at the holographic screen to see Roman's smirk in the mug shot. Sora wanted nothing more than to beat him down within an inch of his life. And that's being generous.

"Hello, and welcome to Beacon. My name is Glynda Goodwitch." Sora recovered his senses when the screen now displayed Glynda Goodwitch. In unison, everyone went silent and turned their attention to the screen. "You are among the privileged who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy." It's true, only a handful are chosen to attend Beacon. It's an honor and a privilege. Sora couldn't help but feel prideful. After all, he's one of the few that made the cut.

"Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, ever since the Fall of Cinder, the disband of the White Fang, and unknown appearance of Twisted Grimm." Of course, his positivity would be short-lived, ironic that it was only a friendly reminder for what everyone already knew for years. Sora hung his head low. He tried to calm himself, breathing in and out. It helped, but his memories resurfaced little by little. He thought he had gotten over it, but that's what scared him the most. It was something he wished not to grow indifferent to. To know he's still human was the consultation.

From what he knows about Twisted Grimm is that they are a new subspecies of Grimm. Now if it was that simple, they would be ordinary Grimm. But they are far from it. These Grimm has developed two things that humans thought they were incapable of possessing. Twisted Grimm are Grimm that show signs of intelligence and ability to utilize aura. Meaning they are posed as a serious threat to Remnant. Not only do their use of aura make them difficult to slay, but their intelligence shows that they can adapt quickly and dispose of a trained hunter with ease. Yet somehow still lacking a soul. The only advantage mankind has over these Twisted Grimm is that there are very few of them. Finding one would mean trying to find a needle in a haystack. They are never seen with Grimm or their own kind. Because of their sadistic nature, they prefer to hunt alone and act on their own accord. They have been known to wipe out settlements outside the kingdoms under an hour. Along with hunters who come to their aid. No one knows when this new subspecies of Grimm had appeared, or why they had been created in the first place. So far there are only five recorded Twisted Grimm species. The most fearful thing about Twisted Grimm is that they are all humanoid.

The Fall of Cinder, pun intended to always lighten the mood to such a life-changing event. Cinder Fall is dead. It's almost been a decade since then. The witch that was feared by all and took the lives of many has been put to a stop. A time of joy and peace was restored to Remnant. The lives that were lost due to that woman were not in vain. Sora was probably one of the most relieved that Cinder has fallen. Despite this, there was a hint of regret that plagued him whenever he thought about it.

As for the disband of the White Fang, a criminal organization of Faunus extremists and anarchists that were once peaceful protesters. Along with the Fall of Cinder, the White Fang disbanded around the same time. They just suddenly disappeared, it's as if they no longer saw a reason for violence. Faunas all around took this opportunity to return to nonviolent protests for their equality. Fortunately, this time of peace amplified the good nature in humans. Slowly, but surely, Faunus are being accepted as equal that can co-exist with humans. While some parts of the world are still in the process of accepting as equal, Faunus are settling in where they are treated with the respect of an actual person. It truly is a time of peace, an era of love and harmony.

"So as future huntsmen and huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task. Now, it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect our world. We have faith in every single one of you." With that said, the projection of Glynda Goodwitch faded from the glass window. Revealing a bird's eye view of Vale and all its glory.

In passing, Sora could see the reflection of a blonde guy in the glass a few feet away from him. The blonde guy was tightly clutching his mouth and stomach. He braced himself onto the glass before waddling away. The look on his face showed that he was in grave turmoil, and needed to be directed to the restroom before he does something unsightly.

"Gross! You have puke on your shoe!" Sora looked over his shoulder to see a trail the guy left behind. Clearly, he was at his limits before he even had a chance to save himself the embarrassment. Poor devil.

"Gross-Gross-Gross-Gross-Gross-Gross-Gross!" Two girls broke off into a sprint as well, heading the opposite direction. One attempting to escape, and the other commanding the other girl to wipe off the substance off of her shoe. He's never seen someone move so fast on one foot and manage to keep up.

Death threats were thrown. Anyone who valued their lives and clean shoes steered clear. "Get away! Get away! Get away from me! Get away from me! Get away from me!"

Sora placed a hand over his mouth. He wanted to move to a sanitary part of the ship, but both directions lead to something comical. Vomit boy, or vomit chase. He pulled his hood over his head and sat down quietly.

This would be the first time he's laughed in a long time.

(Close to noon, entering Beacon Academy)

The airship had landed, they have now arrived a Beacon Academy. There was a mixture of emotions. Enthusiastic students, nervous wrecks, and annoyed sleepers. Sora rose to his feet and collected his belongings, a single duffel bag.

"We have arrived at Beacon Academy. Please exit out in an orderly fashion and do not forget to bring your stuff with you. We expect great things from every single one of you. Once again, welcome to Beacon." Sora followed the moving crowd to the exit. The blonde guy from before made a beeline for the nearest trashcan.

Sora feasted his eyes upon Beacon academy and its entirety. They were not kidding when they said the view from airship is nothing compared to in person. He was so awestruck that he wasn't looking where he was going, and got caught in a miniature size tornado. What was odd about this tiny natural disaster is that it was red.

"Are we suppose to go to our dorms? Where are our dorms? Do we have dorms?" This red tornado had a surprisingly girly voice. As the red tornado began to slow down, it magically transformed into a red-haired girl. This might be her semblance. Sora squinted at her, trying to investigate her attire and features, though could not get a good look at her with her back to him. "...I don't know what I'm doing." The red girl groaned. She came to a complete stop before tumbling onto her back.

Sora attempted to catch her before she fell, but he failed to notice a cart loaded with white suitcases behind him. His heel tapped against one of the wheels on the cart, causing him to lose his footing, and have a sad attempt to assist the girl in front of him. It wasn't looking good for any of them. The results, she fell onto him and they both came crashing down on the cart. The cargo on board went flying, burying both of them under a mountain of suitcases. Seriously though, who needs this much luggage?

"What are you doing?!" Well, that voice sounds lovely. Sora was already neck deep in all the luggage. Only his brown hair and white eyes were surfacing. Sora began to sink into the mess to avoid getting in trouble. Maybe they wouldn't notice him. "I see you! Don't try to hide!" It was worth a shot. Sora stared blankly at the pair of angry light blue eyes that that belonged to a short girl who wore a heavy amount of white clothing. Her appearance spoke of royalty. Her skin was so pale, and her hair was impossibly white, she could be a ghost. That necklace, tiara, and earrings are probably worth more than his life. She could probably buy and sell him.

He tried to play dumb by averting his attention to the side, a look that said he didn't do it or had no idea what she is talking about. She wasn't having any of it.

"Sorry!" The girl in red apologized with full sincerity. Feeling just as guilty as Sora did.

"Sorry?! Do you have any idea what damage you could have caused?!" The girl in white pointing an accusing finger at her. Sora got to his feet, as did the girl whom he fell with. One of the white suitcases happened to hitch a ride on Sora's head, so he held onto it so it wouldn't fall. The whole break and buy rule might just cost him his life. The ill-tempered white girl saw this and immediately snatched out from him. "Gimmie that! This is Dust! Mined and purified from the Schnee quarry!" The white girl opened the suitcase, checking each vial of dust to ensure that no harm was done.

Sora tilted his head to the side. The crabby girl took it that he didn't understand a lick of what dust was, which seemed to push her temper. "What are you, brain dead? Dust! Fire, water, lightning, energy!"

While the girl in white went down the list on what elemental properties dust are capable of, she didn't notice there was a crack on the glass vial of red Dust in her hand. Sprinkling the air in front of both students. "Are you even listening to me? Is any of this sinking in? What do you have to say for yourself?!" The girl in white continued her verbal assault.

The partners in crime looked at each other. Before he couldn't get a clear look at her. Now that she is right front of him, he noticed something about her. Silver eyes. That's something you don't see every day. She appeared to be about fourteen, or close to it. Still, she's a bit young looking to be attending Beacon Academy. But, who is he to judge someone by looks? She could be older than him for all he knows.

A small cloud of red Dust came between them, causing her face to twitch unnaturally. It's ironic how both kinds of Dust can cause similar reactions. "Uhhaahh-chooo!" A simple sneeze was enough to trigger the red Dust. Not only was there an explosion, but there was also shards of ice and little zaps of lightning made the experience all the more painful. A huge cloud of soot obscured the people within the scene but dispersing to reveal that there were now only two students in conflict. There was no trace of Sora. "Where did he go?! Oooo, when I find him, I'll castrate him!" The girl in white promised.

(Elsewhere, seconds later)

Sora wasn't sure what happened, one moment he was standing with the two girls, the next moment his feet left the ground and was nearly blown off the side of the cliff. Now he's just hanging off of it by his fingertips. If this is how he turned out, the two girls must be dead. But he can't help sense that his balls could be in grave danger.

(Noon, Beacon Academy grounds)

After he patted the soot out of his clothing, Sora began to make his way back to where he originally was before the explosion. Along the way, he spotted two guys, one of them is human with ginger hair and the other being a bat Faunus. Though the human was abnormally tall, a little bit taller than Sora, and made the Faunus look tiny in comparison. The scene before him looked as though the human was intimidating and tormenting the bat Faunus. It became apparent when the human grabbed a hold of the Faunus' wings and mercilessly tugged at them, causing the Faunus to yelp and flail in pain. It actually looked like he planned on pulling the pair of wings clean off. The bat Faunus looked at Sora with a tearful plea in his eyes. Sora showed no reaction, instead, his eyes narrowed onto the taller guy. "What are you looking at? Are you here to play hero for this filthy animal?" The bully tried to provoke Sora, unaware that he might be biting off more than he can chew.

Sora dropped his duffel bag. "Why?" At long last, Sora broke his silent treatment.

The bully gave Sora a quizzical look before a smirk spread across his face. To him, it was as clear as day. "Because it's fun!"

That was it. For the fun of it. The bully confirmed his explanation by tugging on the wings once again. The Faunus boy began to quietly sob to himself but still made no move to resist.

Sora still did not understand his intentions. He could not comprehend how inflicting pain and distress onto someone else could even begin as being labeled as fun. "Fun?" Sora questioned curiously.

That question lingered in Sora's mind, giving him all sorts of ideas. As he slowly began to approach the bully and the bullied. Never taking his eyes off of them for a second.

And that'll conclude it for the first chapter, hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed making it. As you can see, my OC is Sora Asua. He's a...extremely quiet character. But do not worry, he has more personality than a piece of toast. I promise.

Cinder Fall is dead, no more White Fang, and Twisted Grimm are Grimm on steroids. These are my own added flare into the plot that all come together in the future chapters. They are all relevant and correlate with one another.

Alrighty, I think I said enough as it is. If you like my story, feel free to favorite and follow. Leave a review if you'd like. All of it really helps and is highly appreciated. Thanks for taking the time to read the first chapter of my first story.