Hello guys and gals! CoffeyJoe here with a new story that I've been toying with after reading a few other fics. This one would be updated every Wednesday and would have a less rigid schedule than Two-Faced Traitor. Lemme know what you think of all this and maybe it will be a good story!
"Hello"-Thinking
"Hello"-Talking
"Hello"-Inner Monologue
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A young boy, no older than 7 or 8, stood in the middle of a Colosseum that might once have been a grand place of fighting, but had now turned into a crumbling ruin that was held together by the wishes of the gods. Literally. The boy was down on his knees, panting and gasping for air as he clutched his chest in pain and shock, his sword and shield and skittered away from him and were now far out of reach. A low growl brought the boy's attention back.
Before the young child stood a Beowulf, not a particularly old one nor was it strong but it had one advantage:
It didn't experience fatigue.
The boy struggled to get up, if he could he might be able to get it into a headlock where he could break its neck. But, before he could fully get up, the Beowulf lunged forward with a monstrous howl of victory and latched its jaws firmly onto the boys right arm that had been flung out in defense. There was a crunching sound similar to a tin can being crushed as the beast's teeth bore through the training bracer. The boy howled and screamed as the monster lifted his body and proceeded to thrash about wildly, trying to take the boy's arm off. The boy's vision was going black and he knew this was it for him, if only he hadn't been such a disappointment to his father.
Suddenly, a spear impaled the large Beowulf and its jaws let go of its captive victim. The creature wobbled slightly and, with a dull moan, fell onto its back where it soon disintegrated into black dust that scattered along the Colosseum floor.
The boy raised his eyes, not out of joy or pain or confusion, but out of shame.
Before him was another gargantuan creature but this one of a much more human-looking variety. It was a man, but that doesn't quite do it justice. He easily cleared 6 1/2 feet tall and was threaded with lean muscle all over his body, he was wearing Spartan-esque armor complete with a golden cuirass, gold bracers and boots, and a gold skirt that reached down to his knees. Worst of all was the helmet, like his armor, it was Spartan in style with a great red plume like a mohawk running down the middle of it, but what made it so bad were the ice-blue eyes that glowed behind it, glaring down at the boy.
"27" he rumbled, "you couldn't even hit the 30 mark, and you suffered an injury that would have costed you your life."
The boy cast his eyes down in shame. "Sorry father."
"Sorry will not help you when I am not there to."
The boy still refused to meet his father's eyes. "For 8 years I have tried to mold you into a perfect warrior, one good enough to call my son, but it seems you inherit too much from you mother."
"I can do no more for you here my son, instead I have decided to release you unto this world to see if you can survive." the great titan commanded. The boy looked up at his father in betrayal, but he found no emotion that could save him in those cold eyes.
"Jaune, I hereby exile you from Mt. Brunswick and cast you into the Remnant of my own choosing."
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Nicholas Arc was many things, a lover, a fighter, a huntsman, a perfect ladies-man, and a father of 7 beautiful daughters, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat empty at the moment. Currently he was meandering through the woods near Mt. Brunswick in Mistral coming home from another heroic adventure of slaying Grimm and fighting evil; it would surely be a story to tell his kids at bedtime tonight. But, for all his love of his family, Nicholas wanted one more thing from this world: a son.
A proud son with strength, charm, and wit or maybe a more introverted one with cute, shy tendencies that girls would fawn over. It didn't matter to him, he just wanted a boy he could confide in now that he lived in an ocean of estrogen. Sadly, Joan had taken it out of her poor wife Blanche and she could no longer mother children, yet Nicholas wasn't dejected, after all he still had his girls and his wife. And just because she couldn't bare kids didn't mean she wasn't any less flexible than when she was young hehehehe.
Nicholas was torn out of his musings by the sounds of animal snarling and metal cutting flesh, a sound familiar to all hunters as a telltale sign of battle. He rushed towards the sounds, his instincts honed through the years making it easy, and he found himself at the edge of a grove gazing on a sight he couldn't believe.
There, in the middle, was a young boy, no older than Joan was, decked out in what looked to be modified bronze armor and a gladius-hoplite shield combo facing off against a Beowulf nearly twice his size. The weirdest about it was...
The boy was winning.
The boy lunged forward with a frontal shield bash right into the creatures abdomen, he rushed around the monster's legs making use of his small frame before bringing his sword out in a surgical arc, cutting the beast's Achilles Tendon. The beast dropped to its knee and the boy took it to his advantage, now behind the monster, he jumped up onto its back and, with a mighty roar that scattered nearby birds, the boy brought his sword down through the monster's head.
The boy rolled off the beast and stopped to catch his breath, and Nicholas finally snapped out of it and ran to him going into full father-mode.
"My god boy! What were you thinking fighting such a creature? Are you hurt? Any cuts or bites? We need to get you some medical attention."
He was so immersed in trying to inspect the boy that he didn't have time to react as he shot up and regarded the elder man with a stoic salute.
"Sir! Minor injuries located at the back of the knee, near the solar plexus, and above my right shoulder. Nothing more than cuts and scrapes, I can proceed with the spar!"
The boy said it almost like a robot, as if he said it so often it had been ingrained in his mind to report automatically. Nicholas needed to find out who this kid was so he addressed him in a gentle voice.
"Okay son, you're ok. Can you tell me you name?" the boy snapped out his seemingly entranced stupor.
"Jaune, sir."
"Okay, my names Nick you can call me that." Nicholas said gently, he didn't want to scare the kid.
"Okay Jaune, where are you parents?"
Jaune hesistated slightly before whispering, "m-my mother died when I was too young to remember her, and my dad was the one who left me out here."
Nicholas was floored, who, in goddamn world of Remnant, would throw a child out here on his own?
"What's your father's name son?" he needed to know if this man was still around, because they were going to have some words.
"Hector sir."
"Hector?"
"Yes. Hector, the God of War."
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9 years later...
Jaune gave a tremendous hurk as his stomach threatened to give way aboard the Bullhead. Infernal goddamn machines is what they were, how anyone could make a profession out of flying one was beyond him. Jaune swallowed hard and rubbed his stomach to try to settle, and, when that didn't work, took a shot of Pepto Bismol like it was fine liquor hoping it would help him.
9 years he had trained for this moment, 9 years his family taught him the skills their ancestors, 9 years since he was thrust into this brutal world. He had been accepted into Beacon, chosen to be one of the lucky few destined to become hunters of the world and fight bad guys. He couldn't be more proud, and his family all shared that sentiment he was going to be a hero!
This time he came too close to expelling his lunch all over some girl's boots, and, judging by her reaction, it would have been the least of his worries if he did. She gained as much distance from him as possible before the Bullhead finally landed and Jaune sped out to throw up in peace, in the trashcan.
"Gah! Thank the mighty gods!" Jaune shouted as he collapsed to the ground. Never again would he take solid ground for granted. Getting up he trudged his way over to what he assumed to Beacon's front entrance. He trudged there, taking his time due to his sickness, but before he could make it he heard a colossal boom! that disrupted the whole courtyard. He rushed over to get a better view and saw a white-clad girl, now thoroughly burnt, standing over a red-clad girl who looked more than a little embarrassed.
"Unbelievable! This is exactly the kind of thing I was talking about!"
"I-I'm really sorry!"
Jaune inched his way closer to the festivities, he always was a sucker for some passing drama. Maybe it was something he inherited from his uncle... or his grandpa... or any of his biological family.
Jaune turned his attention back to the argument only to find it was over, with the white-girl stalking away and the mysterious new black one jumping away with great speed and grace. The red-girl sank to the floor and Jaune decided it was time to step in to help, after all, his dad always did tell him that women love a guy who is there for them.
"Hello there! You need some help?" he asked holding out a hand for her.
She smiled and accepted it gratefully, "Ruby Rose. Hey! Aren't you the guy who almost vomited on my sister's shoes?"
Jaune paled. shit, that had been her sister?
"Uh, y-yeah that was me! But it was just a little motion sickness I swear! I don't go on many bullheads."
Ruby took the boy in, he certainly looked flashy.
His outfit looked to be a layered bronze cuirass that ended near the top of his chest and was held on by to straps along the shoulders over a red, short-sleeved shirt, a pair of cargo pants that stopped just short his knees, and a pair of bronze bracers that went from his wrist to his elbows and another pair of bronze boots that went to his knees. On his hip he had what appeared to be a gladius in a brown, metal sheath, he also had a pair of black, aviator sunglasses over his eyes that completely concealed them
. Overall, not bad, but his weapon looked a little plain.
She walked with her newfound friend, Jaune, and talked about how awesome their weapons were.
"This is Crescent Rose, she's a scythe but is also a customizable, high-impact sniper rifle." she said whipping it out.
Jaune looked impressed. "Looks awesome Ruby, all I got is my gladius Clamos and my shield Custos" he said unsheathing his sword and, with a small flick of a switch, turning said sheath into a hoplite shield.
"Cool! People just don't appreciate the classics anymore, do they?"
"I know right? You should have seen my family's faces when I said I'd be using them for by huntsman weapons."
They both shared a laugh before Ruby turned to Jaune, "hey, where is the meeting hall again?"
Jaune just looked perplexed behind his sunglasses, "I dunno, I was following you Rubes."
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Jaune had finally gotten, with Ruby, to the main hall where they were supposed to meet and soon found himself alone as his companion shot off to be with her blonde sister. Jaune shook his head, damn kid had so much energy it was a surprise she wasn't bouncing of the walls with it, Jaune, with nothing better to do, just stood there in boredom.
That was until whitey came back to yell at Ruby and her sister about something or other. It looked like the blonde one was trying to ease the tensions with a declaration of friendship but whitey sank that ship before it sailed.
Jaune didn't catch all of it except when she said "like tall, blonde, and scrawny back there" she said, jerking her thumb towards Jaune.
"What the fuc-"
but they had already returned to their conversation and Jaune could only sigh. He looked around for something to do and his eyes landed on a beautiful redhead a couple feet away.
"Ladies like confidence I guess" Jaune thought to himself. He walked over to the girl and greeted her with a small wave, she in turn gave one back with a smile.
"Nice to meet you, name's Jaune short, sweet, rolls of the tongue, ladies love it!" he exclaimed, he saw her stifle a smile and mentally cheered.
"Anyways, what's your name?"
She looked surprised at the question itself, "you... don't know who I am?"
"Nah, do you know me or something?"
"N-No, it's just that-"
She was cut off as microphone static cut through the air and everyone turned her attention to a man dressed in green, standing in the middle of the stage.
"I'll keep this brief."
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What do you guys think? Do you like it? Should I keep going? Like I said this would come out, ideally, on every Wednesday alongside Two-Faced Traitor. But this one might be subject to a week late every now and again.
Read and review!
XOXOXO
CoffeyJoe.