Hello there. So, I've had a few stories on my mind, but this is the one at the forefront. I'm not a great writer, and have zero experience, but I thought it would be fun to try. Now, to any reviewers, I will only say this once. Criticism is not only accepted, it is very much appreciated. I hope to learn from you through out the course of this story. However, flames are useless and will be ignored. If you do not like this story, I respect your opinion and advise you to find a story more to your taste. Do not waste my time or yours just to say, "This sucks! Quit writing." With that out of the way, I present the first chapter of 'Titans on Remnant' .


"And another year is about to begin."

A black haired man sighed, leaning back in his chair. On his desk, papers of various forms were spread out. Organized in a way that one would say 'If I can find it, then it's fine' , everything from applications to headmaster privileged information was scattered. Not far from his right hand, a cup of coffee, the strongest blend to keep him through the late hours of the night.

The man couldn't help but rub his eyes. This would be his fifth year at Beacon, but no matter how many times he'd gone through the process, it seemed there was never enough time. In just one week, young adults would be entering or returning to the prestigious school for Huntsman and Huntresses. And the paperwork was never ending. Sudden applications, even though there should be a cut off date. Approving upcoming lesson plans. Meetings with worried family members, especially those who never had a huntsman or huntress in the family. It was all so stressful. And to top it off...

"Your desk could use some tidying up."

Was the other soul that resided inside the man.

"So you've told me," he replied. "Many times."

"I just think that if you kept things a bit organized, it would make everything more manageable,"

He wasn't wrong, but the black haired man would never admit it aloud. It had been three years since this voice had popped in to his head. At first, he believed himself to have gone insane from trying to manage such an extraordinary, and massive school. But one time, on a whim, he had listened the disembodied voice. It had told him where it's weapon of was, in a bunker under the ruins of some village lost to time and Grimm on the continent of Anima. It was... Unnerving to say the least.

He had to come to terms that someone else resided in his body, filling him with a sense of wonder, and fear. And to this day, that feeling stayed. He couldn't tell if he was losing himself, or becoming something more.

"Ozpin."

The man was brought out of his thoughts, "I know, I know."

Apparently, the identity crisis could wait. With another mouthful of his soon-to-be favorite drink, at this rate, Ozpin settled back in to his work station. Several student applications still needed to be sorted through, and maybe if he finished them this night, the weekend would be a relaxing few days in bed.

It was great to dream.

The first form he picked up had a picture of a blonde-haired boy that had just turned seventeen. Around average height, with care-free blue eyes. The form covered his grades from previous schools, his preferred fighting style and weapon, as well as some facts about his personality and behavior.

"The boy has skill."

Ozpin scoffed, "Above average grades in combat class are great, if only he could say the same for general studies."

"They aren't that bad. Tell me who among last year's student body didn't have less than average scores in anything other than combat class."

"Point, but what about his behavioral record?"

"He's still a teenager. What's a few jokes among friends?"

"He had another boy in his class believeing they had to wear a dress to graduation," Ozpin deadpanned.

"A harmless prank, I assure you."

"Do we really want a prankster in this school. We're suppose to be raising great defenders, not comedians."

"I see no reason we can't have both."

There was silence, before the man let out a defeated sigh and gave his stamp of approval at the top right of the application. Just because he approved to give the boy a chance, didn't mean that he'd be able to pass the Initiation exam. If the boy can make the Grimm and other examinees laugh in to submission, good on him.

The next file contained two applications. Twins of a small tribe outside the Kingdom. No formal education, but from the tests they had taken because of that, proved that their education wasn't lacking. Even in combat, the two were at a higher level than most of the hopefuls. However, in the space to include and explain their semblance, the girl left it blank, while her brother...

"How can Bad Luck be a semblance?"

"Well, that's unfortunate."

Ozpin let out a groan. For someone that had lived for so long, fighting another immortal, one would think he'd be more serious.

"Bad Luck semblance aside, they're here for a reason."

"I know," Ozpin replied. Those that lived outside the walls usually wanted to live out from under the Kingdoms' thumb. So, what were two outsiders, from a bandit tribe no less, hope to achieve by coming in to Beacon's, and Vale's, line of sight?

Were they runaways? It wasn't unheard of. Several people would become disillusioned with the life they had chosen and try to gain sanctuary. And what better way than where their clan knows they could never come? Something in Ozpin's mind told him that wasn't right. Looking at the twin's pictures, something seemed off. The boy looked like he was bored, as if being there was an inconvience. His sister, on the other hand, had a fierce look of determination. Something was driving her, and it wasn't fear.

Perhaps they had been ordered to come to the school. These two had no Wanted posters, and no known criminal activity. To gather information on the inside, kids were the best to send.

Ozpin couldn't help but smirk as he stamped his approval on both applications. Whatever the game they were trying to play, he was more than willing to win.

"Your competitive nature is going to create a lot of problems."

"My competitive nature got me the job as Headmaster."

There was one more file on his desk. A girl, small for her age, caught him up short. Because of his resident migrating soul, he had learned of various tales. The Two Brothers. The Maidens of the Seasons. And The Silver-Eyed Tribe. Despite being told these were all true, Ozpin never put much stock in to the stories. But it was hard to deny them, when the evidence was in his hands.

"She has silver eyes."
"She has silver eyes."

Though Ozpin was surprised to find out the legends were true, the pseudo immortal was shocked to find out that there were still remnants of the once worshipped and most feared clan. The Silver-Eyed tribe were known as the greatest warriors, able to kill Grimm with nothing more than a look. Their skill and battle prowess was known through out the world, but what he remembered most, was that they came after the Brothers had still human, they held powers outside the realm of what the ancient gods had abandoned them with.

Even without her relations to the legendary tribe, the girl's transcripts from the recently established Signal Academy spoke volumes. Her grades in nearly all classes were above the other students. Notes from the combat class spoke of how she could control her Aura to such an advanced degree, that Ozpin had to admit, most Beacon graduates couldn't compete.

The headmaster barely got half way down the first page before stamping his seal of approval. Even if the girl didn't have silver eyes, she was exactly what Beacon Academy was looking for. Her abilites matched only by a blonde-haired girl he had approved earlier that day.

Closing the file, Ozpin stretched his limbs with a small smile on his face. Not only was it finally over, he had quite possibly obtained two students that the Headmasters from the other schools would envy. Even with all the trouble makers, the man could feel. This year was going to be..

The sound of an explosion rang in his ears. In a panic, Ozpin turned to gaze out the window. The only thing he could think of that was happening were the Faunus Revolutionary Army invading. But why Vale? Though most Kingdoms wanted to keep the Faunus on the secluded island of Menagerie, the Vale council had tried to stay on good terms.

That thought ended as his eyes widened. The explosion hadn't come from the Beacon grounds. Not even inside the walls of Vale. In a forest, barely seen from the top of Beacon tower, Ozpin could see two titans raging. A demonic giant glowed with an eerie deep purple, faced a giant golden nine-tailed fox. The two just seemed to stare each other down, before the demon charged, it's fist enveloped in a a bright blue light. Matching that, the golden fox gathered a black ball in it's mouth. The shockwave from the clash could be felt by the headmaster.

He couldn't stop from shaking. Before taking the job as Headmaster, Ozpin had been renowned as one of the greatest huntsman. A young man labeled as a prodigy, he had fought beasts of Grimm that no other could face. But these, these creatures, they sparked a fear in him. A primordial fear, as though he was an insignicant insect in the face of gods.

"Have they returned already?"

Ozpin couldn't make sense of what his tenant had said before his scroll began to go off. Quickly making his way to his desk, he answered the call. The picture of a brown-haired man with a bushy mustache to match, appeared before him.

"Ozpin, what in the world is going on?"

What was going on? How could he tell his friend and colleague that two beings of unimaginable power appeared out of thin air and are currently in battle with each other?

He soon found his mind become heavy, as someone spoke from his mouth.

"Peter," the man commanded, "Get all available Hunters down to the bullheads immediately."

With a salute, "At once, sir." And the transmission ended.

"What are you doing?!" Ozpin shouted to his now-jailer.

The man grabbed his cane as he made his way to the elevator, "Hopefully, saving us all."


Damn it!

Always, always! No matter what, Naruto was always standing in his way. Why couldn't he see that this was the only way?! It was time for the shinobi era to come to an end. He could end all war, and bring peace to the nations. Yet still, Naruto defied him.

After sealing Kaguya, he had made his decision. To seal away the Tailed-Beasts was the first step, but even that was stopped by the whiskered blonde. Whether it be on instinct or dumb luck, before he could finish his jutsu, Naruto had interrupted him. Giving a speech about how the beasts had just gained their freedom, and that the blonde wouldn't let them be sealed again. Naruto had held him at bay for only a split second, but it was long enough for each of the nine beasts to scatter.

Sasuke knew that Naruto would have to die. The boy was the rival that kept his fire burning. The enemy he had to conquer. The friend he would have to let go. Sasuke was meant for the shadows. To bare the world's hatred, in order to bring true peace. And to do that, every connection would need to be severed. He needed to be alone in the darkness.

"Sasuke!"

Naruto, cloaked in golden flames inside the avatar of the mightiest of the tailed-beasts, charged him as their two attacks clashed.

This couldn't be happening! They should be matched in power, but why was Naruto overcoming him at every move?!

Damn it!

If only he had sealed the Tailed-Beasts. He could have siphoned their power. He needed to be stronger. To stand at the top. Higher than what even Naruto could reach!

That's when Sasuke felt multiple objects run into his Susanoo. He could feel small amounts of energy feeding into him, along with many negative emotions. Looking down, he saw several unknown black creatures crowding around Naruto and himself. While most jumped into the chakra constructs, to be destroyed or absorbed, he didn't know, others stood at the edges of their battle ground. Sasuke could feel the energy, the negativity. They may not individually have power of the chakra beasts, but there were a lot of them. And he could use that.

Using the power of the Rinnegan, Sasuke activated the Preta Path.


Why were they back? Ozma couldn't help but ask himself. As far as he knew, no one had collected the relics. She may be searching, but he knew that not a single one of the Brothers' treasures had fallen into her hands. Another mystery to add were their forms. The last he remembered, while they were humanoid when approached, the beings had left in forms of dragons. Though it's not beyond their ability to shift, why would they choose a demon and a fox.

"Ozpin, you need to get up here!"

His thoughts were interrupted by the yell of the pilot. He could feel the Huntsman and Huntresses tense at the urgency in her voice as Ozma made his way to the front.

"What's wrong?"

The pilot's answer was to point out the windshield. As his gaze followed, he couldn't help but wish he hadn't. The once purple giant was becoming pitch black. The creature's once violet armor, he remembers were once popular in Mistral, began to turn pitch black. The nose extended and two skeletal white horns formed on it's forehead. Wings of darkness appeared from the back, with almost bone-like structures forming around them. The last addition to this nightmare, were the glowing crimson eyes and the chilling smile that was sure to haunt anyone that survived their encounter with the being.

Ozma heard a voice behind him. "Is that a Grimm?"

Peter Port was an excellent Huntsman, but he couldn't help but breakout in a cold sweat. Even with three Bullheads full of Hunters, could any of them possibly stop this beast? No.. This demon.

The answer to his unasked question came in the form of several golden foxes appearing out of thin air. Exact replicas of the one that had been combatting the demon. In a fraction of a second, the group watched as their worst nightmare disappeared, only to reappear and knock to the ground one of the golden beasts, annihlating it.

The remaining beasts took off, attacking the demon from the sides and behind, all blocked with what appeared to be minimal effort. A fourth came from above, bringing down its nine tails upon its opponent, following with a left hand punch to the face. To the observers' horror, the fist of golden fox disentegrated on impact. The demon gave no leeway, severing the fox's other arm with a blade of black lightning and kneeing it to the ground. As it attempted to recover, the same black blade pierced through it's mouth. They watched as the thin blade erupted into a pillar of black lighning, engulfing the gold beast and its surrounding.

"What.. What the hell is this?!"

The pilot yelled. Though she had trained to combat most Grimm in order to protect herself, she was not in-fact, a huntress. Panic seeemed to fill her being as they approached the area, every instinct telling her to turn around. The only thing stopping her was the prescence of the headmaster of Beacon. But even the trust she had in Ozpin was waning in front of this battle.

It was unlike anything she had ever seen. These, these, things! What could she even classify them as? Grimm? Titans? Gods?! Her entire being shook as she gripped the control wheel.

"I don't want to die. I don't want to die," the pilot whispered to herself, chanting it almost religiously.

Ozma listened to the woman. Though he wanted to comfort her, all of them, and tell everyone everything would be fine, he could not. He had been dreading the day of the Brother's return. And they had flown right into the thick of it. He justified that even if they were to perish this night, that he could at least attempt for the Brothers to spare humanity.

"We've got incoming!"

From high above the sky, several rods of black lightning descended. They were moving to fast for the bullheads to dodge. Two of the rods passed by their tranport, barely missing him. But a blast came from their right side signaled that one of the team's weren't so lucky. A transparent screen appeared infront of the three at Ozma's command, and what they found from the camera's made them pale.

In a replay, they watched as the bolt struck right through the center of the vehicle. With no time to fully register what had happened, the ship, and every passenger, were engulfed in black lightning that left nothing to be collected. The pilot of the ship, and the three teams of hunters had all died before they even knew what happened.

Time seemed to stand still. No one spoke. Their throats dried up, and their hearts stopped. That's when the panic kicked in.

"I'm getting the fuck out of here!" The pilot made a sharp turn. She had signed up to take and retrieve huntsman and huntresses to and from wherever their missions took them. She knew the risks and always dutifully did her job, no matter how dangerous. But this wasn't a risk. This was a death sentence.

"Stop!" She heard Ozpin yell. But there was no way. She had to get out of there. They couldn't fight those things!

In her panicked state, she had rammed their bullhead into the only other ship in the sky.

Tears flooded her eyes as she kept moving the control wheel in a desperate attempt to flee. Her chants of "I don't want to die!" drowned out as the cock pit lit up and detonated.


Naruto's breathing was labored. He didn't know what kind of power Sasuke had obtained, but it had put him above the blonde. As he watched the Uchiha charge up a massive bolt of black lightning, he knew that it was almost over. And that was when he felt it.

The clone he had created to gather Nature Chakra popped, giving him the boost he needed. But something was wrong. As the energy flooded him, he felt pain through out his body. The energy was trying to rip him apart from the inside. Even with the pain, he couldn't stop. He had to end this!

In the hands of his Tailed-Beast Avatar, Naruto formed the Rasenshuriken and a Tailed Beast Ball Rasenshuriken. The pain seemed to multiply as he formed his jutsu. His head felt as if it was splitting open, as a sharp sting repeatedly came from his lower back. How much longer could he stand? Sasuke was saying something, but he couldn't focus on the words.

He tossed the two destructive jutsu in his hands as Sasuke released the black arrow. As the two attacks connected, they were engulfed in an a bright light.


Ozpin woke up in a pile of rubble from the crashed bullheads. His tenant appeared to be knocked unconscious if the silence was anything to go by. Standing up, he looked around the area. It was a horrid sight. Among the debris, he could see blood stains from those that were no longer of the world. There were some limbs that had been left from those caught in the blast directly.

He stumbled around, trying to find other survivors. Moving wreckage, only to drop his head to find a body that had breathed their last. Was he the only one to make it out? As that thought crossed his mind, he heard the shifting of wreckage. The headmaster turned to see Peter pushing mechanical parts off his body. Though his Aura was depleted, and blood flowed down his forehead, the man was still well to keep going.

"What of the others?" Were the first words that left Ports' mouth.

Ozpin could only shake his head, signaling that he had yet to find other survivors. A silence hung between the two, and the Headmaster turned. Walking in the direction where the battle had transpired. The titans may not be there anymore, but he had to go. To find out if his people had lost their lives in vain.

The other Huntsman watched his leader go, appearing to have aged greatly since the mission began not even an hour ago. He trudged on, going through the rubble. There had to be someone else that survived.

There just had to be.

When Ozpin stumbled out of the forest, he wasn't sure what to expect. What had surprised him the most, was not the wasteland where a forest once stood. No. It was the two boys, no older than the students just beginning their first year at his Academy, covered in wounds and fighting the each other.

The blonde boy, with nine fox tails protruding from his back side, charged at the black-haired boy with a ball of blue energy. The faunus boy fell to the ground, and Ozpin watched as the attack created a small crater. Taking the opportunity, the black-haired boy, with one eye closed, drew back his leg and swung it forward. His foot connecting with the faunus's chin. The blonde was flipped over on his back, and his stumbling opponent sat on his chest.

The headmaster watched as the black-haired boy began beating the fox faunus. Each punch drawn back and released with as much force as he could muster. As the boy hesitated for a moment, the fox saw his chance, headbutting his attacker off of him, and kicking him away.

What should he do? Ozpin didn't know. Part of him wanted to stop the brawl. To treat their injuries. They both looked worn and their Aura was obviously depleted. But he couldn't move his legs. He didn't know why, but his instincts told him not to move from that spot. So he stood their, watching the teens fight each other, both on their last leg.

The black-haired boy said something. What it was, he didn't know. It was a language he had never heard. Then the two charge again, this time both screaming a name.

"Naruto!"
"Sasuke!"

Was that who they were? The yelling seemed to reignite their fighting spirit as they got back to the brawl. Spit and teeth flying each other as they attacked each other mercilessly. The two kept at it, for how long, Ozpin couldn't be sure, but their punches had no strength. How they were still standing, he couldn't even begin to guess.

"Is it finally over?"

His question was answered by the sound of chirping birds, as the boy he believed to be Sasuke, coated his arm in electricity. He brought down the arm down towards the faunus, Naruto. He truly was trying to kill the faunus. Before the attack connected, Naruto uppercuted Sasuke, with enough strength to send him flying backwards and in to a tree. Said tree toppled over by the force of impact.

The boy had to be knocked out. They were already running on steam, from Ozpin's point of view, so the fight had to be over. The world once again decided to prove him wrong as the black-haired teen stood up. He shouted something in that odd language, and once again the chirping of birds flooded the area.

The two stared each other down, and at signal the headmaster never saw, they charged once more. Lightning collided with the faunus's ball of energy, and soon the field was covered in white. At the last moment, Ozpin struck the ground with his cane, form a sphere of green energy, shielding himself from the destruction.

Even through his force-field, he could feel the power. It was unmistakable. The titans that had fought each other, were these two boys. Barely adults, but with enough power to rival the nations combined might, if not more.

As the light vanished, he could see them. Lying next to each other, giving no indication of moving. Ozpin took this chance to move closer. Carefully, he approached. If even in their weakened states, that could level an entire area, he couldn't take a chance. He released a breath as he noticed their unconscious states. They were missing an arm, and blood was flowing out endlessly. But for some reason, they had content smiles across their face.

"Ozpin!" he heard Peter call, "What was that?!"

He heard his friend come through the forest, but didn't answer. These boys were dangerous. They had powers no mortal should possess. And right now, they were defenseless. He had lost several good Huntsman and Huntresses to them. It would be nothing to end them here, before they could cause any more destruction on this world.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked from beside him. "Who are these boys?"

Isn't that the question of the century? Who are these boys? And what was he to do about them?

"Ozpin."

The headmaster turned to his colleague, "Is medic evac here?"

Port nodded, "Yes."

"Did anyone else make it?"

"Out of twelve teams and three pilots, besides for us, there were fourteen survivors."

Ozpin closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. Out of fify one members, only sixteen lived.

"What about the boys?" Port asked, addressing the two teenagers that were still bleeding out in front of them.

Ozpin was quiet. Who were they? Where had they come from? And what was their purpose?

With a deep sigh, the man spoke, "They need aid right away."

The aging teacher gave a salute, before picking up the black-haired boy and carrying him through the woods. Ozpin lifted up the faunus. He should hate this boy. He should curse them both for what the people he had lost. But there was innocence in the small smile Naruto wore. As he made his way back to the crash sight, he spoke to the unconscious boy.

"Don't make me regret this."