I decided to rewrite this story idea because chapters are too short, and it sort of feels rushed. So, I'm writing this one now and will be deleting the previous incarnation of this story. I just hope this one gets more reviews than my previous version… hint, hint, wink, wink.
*I still don't own anything having to do with RWBY and How To Train Your Dragon!*
"Stormfly, Spine Shot!" = Normal Speech
'Meatlug, Spew!' = Thoughts
"Night Fury! Get down!" = someone yelling
Thunderdrum: This dragon can emit an ultrasonic howl that can kill a man at close range. Extremely dangerous. Kill on sight. = Book of Dragon/ Journal Entries
Attack on Atlas Prison! - The Yellow Knight is Revealed!
Sitting in a chair outside the Headmaster's office, Jaune Arc had his arms crossed, a closed eyed glare and a scowl marring his face. The Arc boy was without his armor or even his favorite hoodie, choosing instead to wear a black muscle shirt that showed off his compact and defined muscles. Yep, all his training over the past year at Beacon has really paid off.
So, why's he in front of the Headmaster's office?
"What did you do this time, young man?" demanded Jaune's mother as she stomped up to her son.
...Oh, that's why.
The rest of his family walked up not too long after the irate Arc Matriarch, but Jaune didn't spare any of them so much as a glance. If anything, he just turned away from them and growled at them.
"I don't have to explain myself to the likes of you!" growled Jaune.
This prompted looks of concern from the boy's family and a raised eyebrow from his mother. This isn't like him at all. Usually, he'd be rendered a stuttering mess trying to come up with an excuse to justify his actions. Especially when his mother gives him THAT look! And yet, there he was! His back to them, unflinching as his mother tried to bore holes in the back of his head with her eyes.
But any further questioning would have to wait. The door to Ozpin's office opened up to reveal Glynda, who had concern for Jaune clear in her eyes despite the ever present stern look on her face.
"Let's just get this over with…!" Jaune's mother sighed in resignation.
"Relax, dear! I'm sure it's not as bad as you think!" Jaune's father said, trying to calm his wife.
Yeah, good luck with that!
"HE DID WHAT?!" yelled Jaune's mother, who we'll just call Sarah.
She couldn't believe what she just heard! Her son? Did all of THAT? SINGLE HANDEDLY?! THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!
"The good news is that the fire is finally under control, the Atlesian Soldiers will all make a full recovery and the rest of the inmates are expected to regrow most of their hair." Ozpin replied, his voice containing subtle amounts of mirth.
"This is NOT a laughing matter, Ozpin! What if they come for Jaune next?!" Glynda all but shouted at her boss.
"I don't know… this sounds a little bit out of character for our son. Do you have any proof that he did all of this?" Jaune's dad, Joseph Arc, asked while voicing his doubts.
Unfortunately for him, the grimace on Ozpin's face was all he needed to know that they have plenty of proof. He opened up a drawer of his desk and pulled out what appeared to be a VHS tape labeled "Security Footage" and popped it into the VCR Ozpin keeps in his office for situations like this one.
"Watch this. It will show you all of the proof you need to know that what your son has done may very well put him on both Atlas and Vale's most wanted list." Ozpin said.
He pressed play on the VCR, and let the film play.
*Security Footage…*
Standing guard outside of the prison were two Atlesian Soldiers. One wearing dark red/maroon armor and the other wearing armor that looked like someone threw up and decided to call it a color. Both were holding Dust Rifles and seemed to be kinda bored.
"Hey." said the red armored guard.
"Yeah?" replied the orange one.
"Do you ever wonder… why we're here?" the red one asked again.
The guard in orange armor seemed to ponder the words of his fellow soldier.
"That's a good question. Why ARE we here? Are we really just the byproduct of some kind of cosmic accident, or is there a God? With all the plans and stuff?" the orange guard said.
The red soldier looked at the orange one like he was crazy.
"I don't know, man, but it keeps me up at night."
"I meant what are we doing HERE, Grif. At this prison standing guard." explained the red one.
The orange armored guard, now known as Grif, seemed to flush in embarrassment under his helmet. There he goes making a fool of himself again. Good thing Sarge wasn't here to see this.
"Oh yeah, Simmons, that's what I meant. Totally what I meant." Grif said.
Suddenly, there was a rustling noise in the bushes that made Grif hold up his rifle and aim it at the bushes.
"Did you hear that?!" Grif asked.
"What?" Simmons asked back.
"I think there's something in the bushes! It might be a Grimm!" Grif exclaimed.
But Simmons didn't seem to believe him.
"Oh, come on! What're the chances of it REALLY being a Grimm, and not just a tiny little squirrel?" Simmons asked.
"Do you honestly want me to answer that?" Grif asked in a deadpan voice.
"Hey there, dirtbags, what's all the yammerin' about?" asked a guard with bright red armor.
"Oh, Grif is just a little paranoid that a Grimm might be lurking in the bushes. I keep telling him that it's probably just a squirrel and not a Grimm. Nothing out of the ordinary, Sarge." replied Simmons.
Now normally, Sarge would be inclined to agree with Simmons. But he too heard that rustling and knows for a fact that whatever's lurking in the bushes is too big to be a squirrel.
"You might be wrong this time, Simmons." Sarge said, raising his Dust Shotgun into a firing position. "With how many more Grimm attacks that have been happening closer to civilization these days, Grif might be onto something here. What do ya think it is, Soldier?"
"Well, Sarge, based on how loud the rustling was, my best guess would be an Ursa. Maybe an Alpha Beowulf without its pack, if we're lucky." Grif replied.
"Knowing us? We're never that lucky." Sarge said in a foreboding voice.
"Sarge, you have GOT to be pulling my leg here! There's no Grimm here, and I can prove it! I'll prove that it's just a stupid, furry, insignificant squirrel!" Simmons all but shouted.
The darker red wearing Atlesian Soldier picked an acorn up off the ground and threw it into the bush. But apparently it hit something. Something big. Something that made an unfamiliar growling sound.
"What was that?" Simmons asked nervously.
"Not a squirrel, I can tell you that much." Grif replied, equally nervous.
That's when something big and reptilian in origin stalked out of the bushes. And BOY does it look PISSED! The creature is colored primarily an orangish-red color with dark brown stripe markings and possesses a long, snakelike neck and tail. Like a Pterosaur, this creature has wings for forelimbs and seems to use them to "crawl" along the ground. It has horns on its head that might be used as a visual display and in defense, but the swept back position of the horns means it is unlikely to use them in combat. Its striped skin pattern seem to mimic that of a tiger's.
These soldiers don't know what it is or where it came from. All they know is that it's here… and Simmons made it mad! There's a small mark near the creature's right eye showing that THAT must be where it got hit by that acorn Simmons so callously threw.
Growling as it glared down at the three Atlesian Soldiers, the three military officials in question were very close to both wetting and shitting their pants out of fright. In fact, I think Simmons already did!
"Wha-Wha-Wha-Wha… What the hell is THAT?!" Grif screamed in fear.
"I don't know, Private Grif… BUT I THINK SIMMONS MADE IT ANGRY!" Sarge replied in even MORE fear.
"Is it too late to say I'm sorry?" Simmons whimpered.
The creature roared and actually set itself ablaze as it burned the three Atlesian soldiers alive!
"IT'S TOO LATE! IT IS VERY MUCH TOO LATE!" screamed Sarge.
Their screams were the only thing that was heard as the camera's vision was obscured by the immense flames being generated by the strange creature. The only thing that was left to show before the footage cut off from the heat was a scene of the creature being led into the prison by Jaune before the screen fuzzed out.
*End Security Footage…*
The parents of the Arc children couldn't believe their eyes. Their own son had allied himself with that… creature… just to break someone out of prison?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT BOY?!
"As you can no doubt see, your son may have gone off the deep end when it comes to protecting those he loves. And this footage has at least shown us how he started those fires in the first place." Glynda said.
"Well, you gotta admire his ingenuity!" Joseph quipped.
But his wife was in no mood for her husband's quips at the moment. Not when her son's freedom may be on the line!
"Don't encourage him! You KNOW he gets this from your side of the family!" Sarah snapped.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait! Don't try to pin this on me, woman! I'm out there every day busting my butt on missions that could get me killed! What do YOU do all day?" Joseph snapped back.
"OH! Suddenly you care?! You want to know what I do all day?" Sarah asked rhetorically.
"That's what I'm asking." Joseph replied.
The Arc Family matriarch put on her best bambi eyes as she poured her heart out to her husband, ALL while maintaining her own anger towards her son's foolish actions.
"I make a home for this family, that's what I do all day! And it wouldn't kill you to show a little appreciation!" Sarah exclaimed.
But her husband, surprisingly, just waved her off! Obviously, this is the first time they've gotten into a fight regarding THESE particular subjects.
"I don't have to listen to your crazy." Joseph said.
"Oh, well you ALSO don't have to eat my cooking." Sarah fired back.
"Oh yeah? Well your roast chicken is undercooked anyway!" Joseph declared.
Sarah gasped and got those big, white anime eyes at that proclamation. If there's ANYTHING she hates just a LITTLE less than someone messing with her family, it's someone insulting her cooking. And her roast chicken is NOT undercooked! ...That often.
"How dare you…!" growled Sarah. "That is it! When we get home from this, YOU ARE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH FOR A MONTH!"
From outside of the office, we see that the door is slammed open by Joseph's foot. Clearly, he's in no mood to really talk to anyone.
"Fine, be that way! But I'm smashing my drink mixer if that's the case!" Joseph exclaimed, hanging in the doorway.
"It's a BLENDER. Which my mother gave to me!" Sarah said, stomping up to her husband.
"I licked it! It's mine!" Joseph said.
"THAT'S NOT A THING! STOP LICKING ALL MY STUFF!" shouted Sarah.
Both parents gasped and snapped out of their lover's quarrel when they heard the groaning of their children. Looking around, they saw that their daughters were all laying on the ground, obviously in pain. Each of them was covered in soot and scratch marks, and their Auras had no doubt been broken from a serious fight!
How in the name of Monty Oum did they not hear such a battle from inside Ozpin's office?! Did he finally get the place soundproofed or something?!
"Joseph, what happened here?!" Sarah asked as her husband checked on the girls. "Are they all…"
"They're gonna be fine, honey. Our girls are unconscious, but alive." Joseph reported. "But what I want to know is… Where's our son?"
*Over the Open Sea…*
"Thanks for the quick assist back there, Hookfang! When we get to Dragon's Edge, I'll be sure to fish up a nice big mackerel for you as a reward!" Jaune said to the creature.
The same creature from before, who is called Hookfang, roared in appreciation at the mention of his favorite fish. Turns out, Hookfang is actually a species of creature known as a Dragon! His particular breed is the Monstrous Nightmare. He's the Dragon of an old Viking friend of Jaune and Yang's from when they vacationed on Berk last year after getting separated from their teams during a mission.
Jaune sighed as he thought of his blonde girlfriend. Yes, I said girlfriend.
They've been dating in secret since the dance at Beacon the previous year. Yang had decided to go with Jaune as his date since Pyrrha had decided to go with someone from a team called PHSH, Weiss was going with Neptune and Nora was already going with Ren at the time.
They mostly just hung around by the punch bowl while everyone else mingled. Even Ruby had gone off to talk with a strange girl called Penny. They shared stories of their childhoods, told jokes, heck Jaune even revealed that he genuinely thinks her puns are hilarious! That earned him a LOT of good points in her book.
Eventually, they made their way to the dancefloor to partake in a slow dance. During that time, they seemed to feel a connection with each other as they stared into each other's eyes. Jaune would later admit that he could stare into Yang's eyes for days and never get bored.
Soon, they decided to go on a date and see where things went from there. Jaune took Yang to dinner at a great steakhouse that his sisters had once recommended, followed by an evening of dancing and a quiet walk in the park. The whole thing went without a hitch, and they soon became an item and hid their relationship quite well from everyone else.
Although, Yang has this sneaking suspicion that Blake knew something about it.
But hey! That girl's a ninja! You can't hide much from her!
Jaune was broken from his musings when he saw the island base of Dragon's Edge coming into view! He began grinning like a maniac at the prospect of seeing his beloved again. After getting her out of that horrible prison, he had Hookfang take her to Dragon's Edge for her own safety, and now he's going to be joining her there.
"We're almost there! Full speed, big fella!" Jaune exclaimed.
Hookfang roared in response and poured on the speed. Jaune just couldn't help himself as he shouted a slightly different version of Snotlout's infamous line.
"HOOKFANG! HOOKFANG! OINT, OINT, OINT!"
*To Be Continued…*
Oh, poor Jauney boy… You've been hanging around with Snotlout too much. Anyway, guys that's the first edited chapter of this story. I'll be deleting the old version of the story once this one gets some reviews, and I'd like to hear your opinions on what kind of dragons Jaune and Yang should get. Here are the stationary guidelines you'll need to follow.
Numero Uno! Species Name of the dragon. (DUUUUHHH!)
Numero Two-oh! The dragon's gender.
Numero Three-oh! Any particular color patterns you have in mind for the dragon.
Numero Four-oh! A brief summary of how Jaune and Yang meet and befriend their respective dragon partners.
Numero Cinco! State whether or not this dragon(s) is a Titan Wing class dragon.
And Numero Six-oh… No putting cool whip on a tuna fish in the freezer on the night of Sunday! (Just kidding! Disregard Numero Six-oh!)
Well, I leave it to you guys! And depending on which dragons I like best, I'll put them on a new poll that will have the dragons on it. The two dragons with the most votes on the poll will be the winners. Although, I MIGHT do some customizations of the dragons myself if I feel like I can come up with something. See you guys next time!