Bleached White

Summary: A darker take on RWBY, where death, love, zombies, stereotypical cliches, and maybe a harem (I'm thinkin' no, here) are all wrapped in a bundle. Its current technological era is a mix of futuristic and steampunk technology from small arms devices, to mechashifting weapons, and to large mechas.; This Fanfiction is also brought to you by: a high priority on Bleach-esque character/weapon developments! However, I would not recommend forgetting about crossovers and an eventual connection to real life.

Characters: [Jaune Arc, Pyrrha Nikos], [Lie Ren, Nora Valkyrie]; team RWBY, team CRDL, Ozpin, OCs

Genres: Action, Drama; Angst, Romance, Comedy, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery, Horror

Stereotypical Genres: Zombies, Harem (maybe), Futuristic, Victorian (steampunk era), Mechs, High School, Magic (Dust-casting, maybe some summoning), The Gamer (maybe)

Rated: T; or M, depending on future content. Leaning for M.

Language: English : English; Vytalian (written in English), Sanan (OL), Elder Vacoan (French), Mistralian (OL), Mantelan (OL)

Crossover: RWBY, Bleach (very little connection), Zombies

End Notes: I am now throwing a bunch of shitty Fanfiction starts just to see what happens.

-= *Other Information* =-

Season 1: History has its Eyes on You

Act 1: The Rise of team..Rewuhbee?

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING! I HAVE LIKE 20 GOOD FANFICTION IDEAS BUT I'M NOT WRITING ANY OF THEM! TRULY, MY PROCRASTINATION LEVEL IS OFF THE CHARTS-

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, that belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth, extensively. I do, however, own any and all OCs, as well as twisted plot/Canon.

Previous Chapter Summary (PCS:): N/A

Now, for the love of God, let this Fanfiction begin!

-= *Chapter 1: Of Princesses and Heiresses* =-

-= *8:15 AN - Vytiday, 2 Tocnum, 2307* =-

Darkness reigned over the area as water droplets fell heavily onto the ground, the pitter patter accompanied by the sounds of thunder and deep, bellowing groans. A few lightning strikes graced the sky in an effort to fill the underside of the clouds with eerie light. It succeeded with a few snaps of powerful plasma being rubbed into anew electricity and blue light in the sky. The time was eight fifteen at night, and very few people would be able to fare in this weather.

It was late for most people, but this house filled with frightened occupants of a living mother and child quivered inside the hut as a corpse tripped its way over to them very slowly. Its clothing was a ragged light blue under a dark blue overall. Its skin was a sickly green deepened by the color of the night, the one tangible thing in sight its glowing blue eyes that matched the lightning, and the smell it exuded was as awful as a skunk's, if not worse. Its maw was wide open, sharpened yellow and red-stained fangs opening wide as it approached the whimpering humans.

"Not today!" shouted someone, and the sounds of footsteps exceeded normal human speed as it approached. The voice was male, and the dark figure currently had a green light emanating around his eyes, though the grey hue would've masked his facial features so much from the distance you couldn't tell the shade of his hair nor eyes if they had been looking and not cowering in their shirts. The man kept running forward with his facial features covered by metal devices as his left gauntleted hand slammed into an object tied to his hip, which unhooked itself and attached to his arm.

The sheath expanded to reveal a white shield, two yellow arcs gracing its features as it was bashed into the zombie that had ambled into the home. A leather thumb with skin exposed at the end instinctively went down in response to the weight added to the shield, and a small electrical piece of lightning appeared around the man's shielded arm. It charged around it faster and faster before throwing itself into the shield, and, with the zombie still attached to the shield, launched out a low boom and formed several layers of thin rings that extended from the shield, which grabbed the zombie and threw it out of the way and through the wall.

The man waited a moment in a defensive stance before lowering his shield. Though it wasn't a wary disengagement, but more a realization of what he had done. "...oh, Weiss is gonna kill me..." mumbled the man before standing up straight as the device on his head, which masked his eyes, told him the area was clear. He had finished around outside of the house, but neither he nor the machine were expecting one to break in when the two farmers here were smartly silent. He supposed it was okay for them to scream in fear if there was only one to deal with. He looked down on them before kneeling to their assumed positions, before nudging them lightly. Two pairs of bright, red eyes greeted him. While they most certainly didn't glow, Jaune felt a little worse for wear under their scrupulous gazes. "Hey," he said quietly. "You two are safe now. I'll escort you back to Beacon Grounds until we get this place cleaned and fixed up. You game?" he asked.

Their gazes turned grateful as they smiled, before they tackled him, and the voices of a woman and child greeted him with cheers of happiness and thanks for his saving of their lives, before they quickly reconciled their emotions and told him Yes in response to the earlier question.

"Alright, guys," he smiled. "Come along with me!"

It wasn't long before the two dragged themselves off of the dirty floor and patted at their clothing, following the Huntsman outside. The boy quickly ran up and around the man and tugged on his exoskeletal suit, in which the man turned down and asked him what he was up to playfully. The boy replied, "What's your name, mister?"

"Me?" the man quietly questioned, and the boy nodded with enthusiasm.

"He's been a bright fan of your status," the mother replied, and the man nodded.

"Name's Jaune Arc!" he said joyfully. "Leader of one of the best 1st tier teams!"

The boy lost his giddy for a moment. "Only first tier?"

Jaune felt only a little affronted, but he wouldn't be angry at a child half his age. He kneeled down, ignoring the little pad on his left arm in order to meet the boy's height. "We're only first tiers because we lack a member," Jaune said. "Soon, we'll be fourth tiers! Just you wait!"

The boy regained a wide smile before expelling an awed sound, before his mouth became a perfect 'O' shape as black swirled behind him. "Behind you!"

Jaune quickly spun with a right backfist poised to strike, but his arm was caught. He speedily flicked his left wrist out and it almost became detached for the most part briefly, a small dagger launching out of his wrist and his hand snapped back to catch it. Simultaneously, he brought his arm up with the blade in an ice pick position, bringing it up to the black's face. Another arm shot out of the mist, similar to the first, and caught the other wrist before it could reach the head.

"...you missed, Jaune..." a voice spoke from inside the black. It was almost disappointed.

Jaune only slowly smiled through his next sentence. "Getting closer, though," he optimistically replied, noticing a small distance between where he was supposed to stab and where he was - which was between the small girl's amber eyes, which revealed themselves as the black mist faded. He was supposed to be stabbing out her right eye, but she was still a little faster than him. Not that he minded. "Hey, Blake."

She then began to ease the hands away from her face, his right hand much more easily physically placated by her. "You were my best student," she praised. "And, 'Hi,' back to you, too," she said. "Didn't think you could take these guys on your own, much less see you skydive out of a perfectly good Bullhead."

Jaune scoffed as if affronted, despite smiling. "Ye of little faith," he commented. "Got it to follow?"

"Where d'ya think it left us to?" Blake gave a familiar humorous glare. "Of course, it followed. You have a mostly perfect saving record."

"Don't jinx me."

As the conversation continued, it eventually lead into the introduction of the farmers to the second hunter, and they to her. It mellowed into a normal conversation Hunters and Worker members had with each other, which had been small banter and happy notes about each other's lives, other than the zombies or Grimm ruining it, of course.

The bullhead landed shortly thereafter, its rumbling engines and loud steam billowing into the air cutting their happy talk short. It was agreed that the two would stay in the Retreat Shelter on the Hunter grounds until they could give the approximate time the two could find a new home with someone else or their former residence was rebuilt for them.

After the bullhead had dropped the Farmers into the station, the two Hunters remained on board and gave happy farewells to the children. Blake's strapped right arm waved brightly at the two, her black t-shirt with a white fiery emblem emblazoned across the chest billowing in the wind before the door closed. Her black pants complimented her shirt as well as his own dark pants. Jaune's shirt consisted of a cloth jacket pronounced by what seemed to be an exoskeletal suit. She gave him a little praise for being able to afford an Enhancer jacket. His short blond hair was ruffled as he scratched it for a moment.

"Don't you already have an enhancement?" asked the small Faunus. Her short hair was pushed aside as she said this with her left hand, which was bare compared to her right. Her little kitty ears also flicked in question!

"You mean prosthetic?" Jaune gave a half-hearted glare as the normally introverted girl covered her mouth with a small left fist and giggled quietly. Jaune pouted with narrowed eyes and a lowered head in order to punctuate his distaste in her humor. "Yes," he relented, "but I needed the enhancement to reduce how much power I consume in the arm." He gave a flick of his left arm in indication. "And I also need to get it charged. I went overkill with the last zom and used Sonic Boom."

"Tsk tsk tsk," she clicked her tongue in a half-chastising manner. He looked away in embarrassment. "Control yourself, Jaune," she said more seriously this time. "You may not be the best fighter in the Beacon Hunterate Academy, but you could still do better."

"Ha. Ha," he drawled in sarcasm. He could see that little humorous glint in her eye, don't think he didn't catch it! Damn kitten... "I don't want to hear about control from you," he returned. And upon seeing the curious inquiry in her eye, he internally smirked. "Don't think I don't know what's in those books of yours, Mas-ter-Belle~"

A large blush happened upon her cheeks as he drew out that last part of his sentence, syllable by syllable. Apparently, his master trainer had a thing for exhibitionalism if her cheeks were any indication. She had taken several smut books and replaced every female romantic interest character's name with her own calling card - Belle - and every male character with an almost indistinguishable word. If he had to garner a guess, it was one of those students from the Vacoan academy as opposed to their Valen academy. He had seen many transfer students and caught her looking in their direction every once and awhile. "S-shut up!"

He couldn't help but laugh, taking the risk of losing a chance to tease his master trainer further. He could always find another time. "Oh, you naughty little kitten~" he droned as he looked out the window to discern their location and determine how long he would be under her angry glare, which could kill if it had been given powers. Her eyes narrowed (he felt the strength and power from behind him) as he looked out, and it would only be a few moments to jump out as the door beside him opened, and she mellowed out of her anger and into a more calm attitude as it had done so.

"You're gonna get it from Weiss, so I'll hold back until tonight."

"I know." Jaune knew how she could get in her training if he teased her before, but he didn't get much opportunity afterwards because he was already too tired to deal with it. He bade her goodbye as she jumped out and awaited for the Bullhead to reach his drop off location. He gave a small nod to those in the pilot seats behind him before jumping out and landing nimbly on the ground that was, at one point, about twenty kots beneath him. He walked across the large Hunter residential district for a time before finding himself in the Mechanics district.

Oh, this place is fun. It's mostly made up of all of the Workers in the area, and very few Hunters actually decide to work alongside them. Hunterate work is volunteer, and anyone can become it if they are willing to face all of the trials and workouts required for it. Jaune walked with confidence in his gait as he approached a large, almost pristine looking mechanic shop and entered, the wooden interior greeting him with a few squeaky planks and mildly heavy footfalls from his boots.

While most others had failed to want to meet an icy gaze, he was one of the few more faithful customers.

"Thank you!" shouted a girl. "Please come again!"

"I will!" a male replied before giving Jaune a quick nod and running around him, athletically careful not to knock over any antiquities in the initial shopping area. The male had come from behind a glass counter, which - in front of it - beheld a large, simple wooden market for many different Dust casting materials, but none of it was nearly enough for a Hunter, for they were mostly for the Worker class. Hunter stuff was in the back, and Jaune followed in the way in which the male had emerged from.

"Hunter customer!" Jaune announced, and he heard and almost audible groan from the Schnee girl from behind the wall. He loved screwing around with her. At first, his love had been real (more like lust), until Blake knocked out his stupidity. That was three months ago, and now he flirts with the girl for a more serious reason.

"What do you need now, Arc?" she hissed.

"My heart breaks at your coldness, Snow Princess."

"Call me that again, and you can walk out."

"Chill," Jaune said simply before making to remove the armor straps on his exo suit. He could feel an icy glare, but couldn't help but compare it Blake's more primal, animalistic anger he could feel in the bullhead. Blake was definitely scarier in that department.

Vaguely speaking of appearance, he couldn't help but look at her new attire today. She always seemed to have something new, and this was something very different from the other day. A white tee seemed to have turned into a yellow tanktop overnight, along with blue jeans shortening to brown shorts. Even her shoes had seemed to have taken the shape of boots as fingerless gloves graced her hands. He could almost feel the change in her lowered hair brought up in a pony tail. Her face, arms, and albino legs seemed to have some grime and dried oil over her. A small hat also graced her features. She seemed to have worked hard today.

"Need a recharge?" she repositioned to a more professional stance.

"Yes, please," he said politely, and as soon as the exoskeleton suit came off, the sleeve of his under jacket fell off. "Oh, for fu-come on! I just got this sweater!"

The black cloth had slid off slowly, revealing the silver sheen of a prosthetic arm working from his elbow down, as his upper arm remained human. It was dull for the most part, and had a few dents here and there. An almost former shine remained in some untouched areas. The joints were fully opened, revealing gears and a blue cartridge glowing inside, pulsating an indication that it was low on power. There were obvious indentations along the chassis of the arm outlining the different plates on it. Many screws of various sizes and screwdriver shapes briefly littered the thing, and it hummed with anticipation, occasionally releasing the gray powder of steam.

"What did you use this time?" she questioned irritably. She tapped a metal table before her expectantly and he approached, the table of which separated himself and her mechanical equipment behind her. Her shop was mostly empty due to her inexperience with Dust Mechanics, much less using machines in general, and so the populace gave her a wide berth. Very few are faithful customers, just to reiterate.

"Sonic Boom," he replied dryly. "For one zom-"

A smack echoed across the room as Weiss' stern glare fixated onto him yet again, hand raised from its position where she had struck him. "You dolt."

"I know..." he whined, almost like a child. She raised her hand to meet his before he stopped her. "My trainer is already mad at me and she will hit me herself!" Of course, he wouldn't tell Weiss what the real reason was for Blake being angry at him.

Weiss gave a calculating, less hostile, stare before relenting with a simple, "Good," and motioning for the arm. He sighed and released the arm with a calm right hand taking in it a bar that extended from the apex of his elbow, and pulled. The arm from the elbow down became free of the socket and he placed it on the table for the Schnee to take. As routine, she flipped a thin plank over the table to allow him through and walked by the arm to pick it up. He followed in in order to help out.

"So, how's this life been treating you?" Jaune inquired. Small talk always helped her work, but complicated stuff made her lose focus and probably break something. Inexperience, remember?

"Very few people actually grace me with their presence," Weiss began as she approached a bronze boiler. "My inexperience with the Worker class as well as my position in the Schnee Dust Company always attracts junkies and criminals." Jaune mutely nodded, even if she couldn't see it. She opened a tray in the boiler and cast some Fire Dust mixtures into whatever was already there, and a bubbling reached his ears. It was almost transfixing him and it also made his stomach rumble quietly. He hadn't much to eat today. "My family isn't too particularly happy with my current job, but I'm hoping they'll warm up to the idea." Ah, yes, the Schnee Dust Company. Always one to completely stick to the mining of Dust rather than applying and synthesizing it. The most they'd ever done to Dust was pull it up from the ground and shave it down - then overprice it. "Like I've said before," Weiss continued, "I'll need to learn mechanics. Your arm is well done, so I was hoping you knew a mechanic that could teach me their trade."

"Ah, yes," thought Jaune, "Blake's a mechanic as well." "I do know someone," Jaune said, and he caught her perking up at it before refocusing on the work. He walked up by her and shoved his hands in his pockets, looking over her shoulder to see the inside of a red-hot liquid metal inside of the dark golden hue of the boiler. She fixated her hand under the door of the maw of the bronze basket. "But you wouldn't like her."

"Go on," Weiss urged as she shut the boiler with a sudden slam, the hinges screeching with unoiled pain. She didn't seem to care at the moment, but revealing what Blake was...would certainly start a bad blood between them, and he kind of needed Weiss to help Ruby's team become a 2nd tier by filling the fourth member slot. It would be separating her team and his own by tiers, but he knew Ruby would wait. Blake's his master trainer and he pays well, so she'll be patient for him (if she knew what was good for her, she would - he still hasn't given her his latest copy of Ninjas of Love's new release). As well as Yang holding up for him. She's the big sister, and she'll always support Ruby.

"Well, first off, she's a Faunus."

That certainly did it, and a steam pipe snapped off that she had been gripping tightly. It was one of the pipes that was capable of twisting in order to begin flows of steam in other directions while simultaneously shutting off the original valve.

Jaune quickly stepped over to where she was in order to repair it with fleeting grace before something else broke down for the lack of steam. She seemed to have gripped the trigger to shut the original valve so hard it had snapped.

"What are you doing with her?" Weiss demanded.

Jaune gave her a confused look. Why was she so angry? The tone of voice didn't seem entirely racial, but he couldn't deny the anger in her voice. What was she on about? "What do you mean?" he wondered. She made to speak again, but he cut her off. "Quit with the prejudice, she's a good person and teacher."

"She's your master trainer?" Weiss relented. It was more subdued this time.

He nodded. "And she has her faults, yes, but she's learning with the rest of us. She's on a sister team to my own, and they need a fourth member."

"I hope you're not recommending me."

"Oh, but I am, Ice Queen," he smirked. A little insult or overconfident compliment (or flirting, as Blake bluntly put it), and she'll be too angry at him to try and deny whatever he's implying. "Come on, it'll be fun~" he tried. She glared. "You could go out shopping with them out in the Market district, you could have fun in the Sparring grounds in the academy, or you could even learn more from the Faunus girl!" !It'll be planted inside of her head, and she won't think of it unless she actively looks for it and denies him that. It had to be small, and she wouldn't notice it-

"Oh, sure," she drawled with dripping sarcasm, "we could all go and do that before heading over to the cliffside and watching the sunset sipping on an ice tea."

What? "Really?" Where did she get the cliffside from? Ooh...is it, like, one of those places he'd find her all lonely in that he'd find, like, three unconscious guys there after she's beaten them fo trying to mug h-

"No."

Oh, so it hadn't work. Big deal, there was once or twice he was able to remedy this situation. The boiler on his left began to strengthen its bubbling, almost to a deathly sound that made him wince. Too much pressure.

He walked over to it and threw one or two switches, and relief valves idly opened to release pressure. One or two more switches later and the boiler was working at normal capacity. He didn't need the girl, no, but he almost felt a pity (one of which he'd never vocally admit to Weiss) for her and decided to be a customer in order to increase her experience with it.

"You've helped me thus far in the blunders of my ambition in Mechanical Engineering, yes," Weiss sorely admitted, if by the way her face contorted in a wince was any indication, "but that doesn't warrant an obligation to pay you back by joining some team I've never heard of before; much less one that has a Faunus member. Not enough work to garner that."

And again, he was emasculated by a young woman's blunt words. "Ye of little faith..." he quoted again. One of his father's favorite lines concerning his mother's constant badgering of his rather lacking abilities. He had ignored the racial line as was her habit he knew she was sorely lacking in holding back - but he knew her well enough to know that she had been learning to hold back. He gave her credit and chose not to comment. Whether Weiss knew if she had said it either was a question in the wind as she prioritized shaking her head to the words he had spoken, unable to deny a smile. Though, he supposed he wasn't exactly supposed to see it, so he feigned ignorance.

"Did you get the experience from the Faunus?"

"Yes," Jaune replied. "Her name is Blake Belladonna."

Another part of Weiss snapped, or maybe it was the pressure Weiss put on his detached arm on the charging table she had connected it to while he was turned around. Jaune was there in almost an instant, under the table and reconnecting wires as best as he could with his only arm left.

"Your master trainer..." Weiss almost ground out, her teeth grinding, "is the Menagerine Heiress." She almost filled the word with a burning passion, poisonous aura leaking off of her. The Schnee family had a long rivalling history with the Belladonnas...not that he knew that before...

"It's Princess, actually," Blake sounded off in his head obnoxiously. He hadn't even realized he said it aloud until Weiss brushed him off.

"Yes, yes, I know," she said. "But why her?"

"You know me," Jaune bluntly stated, "I didn't know until she told me. Same with you."

Weiss nodded. "And you want me to be on her team?"

"She's not particularly fond of you either," Jaune countered, his head poking out from underneath the table to regard her, "so there could be an agreement to disagree."

"Agreeable."

"Exactly."

"Quiet, you, I'm fixing your arm."

Of course, that wouldn't stop him for the latter teasing he had for the small girl. He'd get her on that team. That smile of hers in that last sentence certainly told him he could do it. But...

...how was his team going to get a fourth member?

Maybe he'll just ask Ren and Nora...

-= *End Chapter 1: Of Princesses and Heiresses* =-

So, I'm trying to make this a little fluffier. A little more detail and longer chapters. My quality seems to really degrade when I start getting into conversations, as things can move quickly in these Fanfictions, as is my writing style (I want to change it so badly). I suppose I am still an amateur even after two years and a month.

End Chapter Summary (ECS:): Jaune Arc saves a woman and child of the Worker caste and Blake is late (or rather, he was early) to the operation. After bringing the Worker members to a safe house, Jaune and Black split up. Jaune meets up with Weiss to have his prosthetic half-arm recharged, and gets into a lukewarm argument over whether or not she should affiliate herself on a team with a Faunus - much more is that this Faunus is actually a princess, a rival of the heiress.

Other Information: I will answer comments at the end of each chapter, so be looking for an answer should you question my Fanfiction in any manner. Flames will be used to fuel Weiss' boiler. I will also be including a little "dictionary" to help keep you up with new words and such. Have fun with that~

"Dictionary":

AN: my take on the Rumination version of PM. It stands for "At Night."

Hunter/Worker Classes: This will be elaborated on further in future chapters.

Kots, etc.: These measurements are a part of my Measurements AU, an addition to the idea of different names and lengths for certain measurements. Kots are the closest to Feet.

Hunterate: Just a nice way of saying "Hunter Academy." Thought it sounded cooler. I guess I'm just being an idiot.

Vytiday: my take on the Rumination version of Friday and Saturday. In this AU (Time AU), there are only six days a week.

Tocnum: my take on the Rumination version of October.

2307: my take on the current year of Remnant at the time of this story. In my Time AU, the original show starts in Tesnum (September) 2305. Here, Jaune and the others (minus Ruby, who is 17) will be 19.

Rumination: my take on what the people of Remnant are called; "one of Remnant," "thing of Remnant"; can be used objectively or derogatorily.

"Current AUs":

Main: "Zombies."

Measurements: Kots (Feet), Dits (Inches), (

And now, for the love of God, let the next Fanfiction begin!