AN: My first fanfiction. It's nice to have the pleasure to share my story with everyone. If anyone reads it, that is. Lol. Of course you couldn't be readin this if you haven't...

Nevermind I'll shut up. I'd also like to thankxAgentsheepx for help with character and story plot points. Let's rock! I do not own Rwby. That honor goes to

Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum, may his soul rest in peace.

Audible speech: "Hello"

Thought/whisper: "Hello"

LOUD NOISES i.e. shouting or sounds: "HELLO"

Chapter 1: Why are you here, Lad?

Location: Junior's Night club, three months before Rwby begins. (Jaune's POV)

"Walking through the Kingdom is scary at night, especially in the downtown area, but I need to do this. If I don't, I'll never be a huntsmen like my parents." I think to myself as I walk down a dark road toward a popular night club.

I heard from my cousin, that the owner of this place can get me forged transcriptions good enough to get me in Beacon, but at a price. I reach down to my hip to make sure my shield and Crocea Mors are still attached.

I reach the front of the club only to find a long line of people ranging from adults to young teenagers. I get in line and wait for the line to process.

(30 mins later)

"It's cold as balls out here!" I think as I steady my hands. This place is loud and bright with a glowing neon sign over the entrence reading "Junior's". As the line moves forward, I find myself second in line. "Finally I can get out of this freezing air." I spoke as I waked forward towards the door man. "ID, Kid" he spoke calmly. "Oh hell, I didn't know I needed an ID to get it." I said honestly as I tried to think of an excuse. "I can't let you in without one, but I could make an exception. If I was in a better mood." He said as he held out his hand.

"Um, sure. Here." I said with a nervious smile, handing the big man a 10 Lien bill from my pocket. He only smiled and motioned me to keep it coming. I handed him another 10Lien bill. He smiled, moving out of the doorway and motioning for my to go past.

As I enter the club, my ears are attacked by loud blasting music. I look over to a lighted dance floor, seeing it filled with half-drunken teens. Located away from the dance floor are tables, several have passed out people sleeping off what ever they drank.

I walk over to the bar and sit on a stool as the bartender walks up to me and asks "What's your poison?" I reply saying, "Um milk, I guess?" I understood the saying, but I never drank before and I need to focus. The bartender shook his head and walked away to get my dairy beverage.

Junior's club (Ghost's POV)

*sigh* "I told you this place was trash." Shades says in a bored voice as he takes another drink from his beer. Laying his arms and head on the table. "Your the one, who told us about this place, boy." Heavy says as he grabs his glass of vodka. "I thought it would be fun. You know half-naked girls, fine drinks, good music, half-naked girls, but no! We get a bunch of drunk Beacon students and some old creepy adults trying to get lucky." Shades says throwing his arms into the air out of frustration.

I sighed and shook my head slowly. "Shades, why don't you and Heavy go to the dance floor and quit bitching. It's annoying." Shades looked up from his self-pittied state and looked at me. "I don't want to dance with a bunch of priviliged ass-hats. Their snobby attitudes could rub off on me." He finished with an attempt at humor. "I have to side with Shades on this one, Ghost. I can't stand hunters and I really hate hunter-in-training runts." Heavy chimed in with his two cents, before taking a sip of vodka from his glass. "Well you can either sit their and bitch, or go out, dance, and maybe get lucky." I said trying to get rid of the two men acting like children. Well, Shades is only 16, but thats no excuse. "Just remember to cap it before you tap it, boy." Heavy chimed in, grabbing Shades by the arm and heads off dragging Shades towards the dance floor.

"Good they're gone. Now maybe I can drink in peace." I thought as a took a sip of my whiskey, only for smoke to enter my nose and making me choke on the stench. I quickly look over to the source to find Ice, in her natural state i.e. "not giving a flying fuck". She had lit a cigarette and was currently taking a drag. "Ice would you mind smoking out side. I know this place is a shit hole, but atleast I can stand it here. Please don't make me move." She looked at me with her neutral face and then down at her cigarette. "Understood" she replied without a even a hint of emotion in her words. "What else could you expect from a prototype android?" I thought as she smashed the tip on the toxic stick on the table and returned to her "not giving a fuck" state.

I just looked at her a moment longer when something in the background caught my eyes. A tall blonde male in his teens walked over to the bar and sat down. The person himself didn't raise my interest, but his shield and sword did. I saw the emblem of two golden Arcs across the face of the shield. "An Arc? In this place? Why? The Arc family is a powerful political player in the Kingdoms with a long line of heroes in the family. So why would a member of the Arc family come into basicly a crime den?" I thought as the bartender left to retrieve his order.

"Ice, go get the two idiots and bring them back to this table. Even, if you have to beat their drunken asses." I said in a calm voice. She nodded and left the table to follow my command.

I stood straightening my trenchcoat and grabbing my cane, before making my way slowly to the blonde arrival.

Jaune's POV

"Where is that bartender?" I said as I waited for his return. I suddenly felt a cold chill come over me and I slowly looked over my shoulder to find a man in a black trench coat with black sunglasses, a black fedora with a white skull on the right side of the hat, and a black bandana with a white skeleton jaw arcoss the face slowly making his way toward both the bar and me, with his black cane taking pressure off his right leg when it hits the ground. The only way I could see him is by the flashing strobe lights from the dance floor and the blood red writing on his black tee shirt reading "Bloody Demon".

I quickly swallowed trying to get rid of a knot in my throat and redirected my gaze back to the drinks on the wall behind the bar. Hoping that he was either my imagionation freaking out due to how scared and stressed I am or (more likely) he would change his path. Going anywhere but behind or near me.

The bartender returned from the back and walked up to me with a glass of milk in his hand. He sat the glass of milk infront of me and grabbed a rag to begin cleaning a beer glass. "I finally found some milk in the fridge. I have no idea how old it is, but it flows and doesn't smell too bad so drink at your own risk." He said jokingly with a small grin. I placed a five lien bill on a the counter and took a large drink from the glass. I didn't care if it is bad. I just need something to calm my nerves. I quickly looked over my shoulder to find the creepy man was now gone, but the cool the atmosphere stayed and it make me very uncomfortable.

I looked back to the bartender only to hear a smooth dark voice with a slight Manx (British) accent in his voice. "A glass of your best whiskey." I slowly turned to my right and saw the dark stranger had taken a seat beside me. I looked at him for only a few moments before his head snapped to meet my gaze. My head snapped back to its previous position. The bartender poured his drink and set it in front of him. He placed down a Lien bill and drank from the glass. His voice breaking the silents, the silents inbetween us. "So lad, why don't you tell me why an Arc is in a shit hole like this?"