Well… I bet this wasn't what you were expecting when my profile updated, huh? I updated a JoJo and RWBY crossover, but one with a uh… distinctly different tone in mind. I was initially really mulling over whether I should actually upload this to FF Net and whether I should've just played it safe and kept it on AO3 for a variety of reasons, but y'know what? Fuck it. Might as well let the hundreds of followers my account has accumulated thanks to Hamon Hunter enjoy this on this website should they so choose.

IMPORTANT: Now let's just start off by making a few things very clear. This fic is mainly meant to be a self-indulgent harem lemon fic. There will be sexual content here and if you don't like that, then feel free to stop reading. After all, I do got another JJBA and RWBY crossover starring young Joseph that features nothing of the sort. Speaking of, this fic is completely unrelated to JJHH and is it's own thing and AU, so do bear that in mind and don't go thinking this is some sort of canon side story to my fic.

With all this out of the way and if you're still interested, I sincerely hope you enjoy this!

***O***

If one were to describe the location where this story begins, then the first word that would come to mind would likely be dreary.

This part of Anima would be rightly considered by many to be a rather depressing, empty and desolate location. With the entire location's geography consisting of rather barren woods surrounded by tall, desolate cliffs, which were all topped off by the currently dreary and cloudy sky, the entire location gave off a quiet and depressing lack of life despite the abundance of foliage.

"SHIT! It's getting closer! Getting closer getting closer getting closer getting closer!"

With all that in mind, it made all the sounds of commotion and the brash young voice yelling off many loud profanities all the more jarring.

The main source of the noise in the area came from a Deathstalker of unusually large size that was currently tearing a path through the forest in a bid to catch and murder it's prey. It's target in question was a tall, broad figure whose most notable feature was the dark-red cloak that he wore. The cloak in question was made of what looked to be an expensive, slicken material that stopped just below his knees. Additionally, it was worth noting that if one were to somehow take a gander at the inside of this cloak, then they'd see that the silken material was engraved with all sorts of golden designs not unlike what one would find on the inside of a suit blazer.

Of course, despite being an article of clothing designed mainly to conceal one's features and protect against the elements, with how haphazardly it's wearer had been running away from this Grimm, any attempt at emulating a calm, in control, and enigmatic look was ruined since the person in question was currently listing off swears like a drunken sailor that had been cut off at his favorite pub, and to further destroy any facade of calm collection, the wind was currently preventing the cloak from concealing anything about him or his features, letting any hypothetical on-lookers see everything he had to offer.

The person in question was of course a young man that had a tan, muscular build which was topped off by a handsome, masculine face, bright green eyes displaying inherent cockiness, and unkempt dark-brown hair. As for his clothing, aside from his cloak, the young man was currently dressed up in an attire consisting of baggy light-green pants, a dark-green form fitting crop top, and a matching set of fingerless leather gauntlets. Aside from the crop-top, which seemed to have been a size too small for his large muscular physique, the young man's attire was a standard set of clothes one would find on that of a traveller.

Granted, this fashion set-up wasn't even his choice, since after all, Joseph Joestar preferred his clothes to be flashy and eye-catching, preferably with lots of accessories, but with the shitty living situation he'd been thrown into for the last several months, preferred fashion choices had been bumped down in place of 'surviving and make enough money to afford food and water' on his list of immediate priorities.

However, Joseph would have plenty of time to dwell on the shitty situation he'd been forced into once this job was done. Right now, he had an overgrown scorpion that he needed to fry!

'Alright! Nearly there!' Joseph thought to himself as he began to notice the lights peaking through the thick woods up ahead, indicating he was finally reaching the end of this thick patch of trees. As he sprinted towards his goal, Joseph's gut urged him to dive forward just as he was within throwing distance of the lights shining through the trees. Having always trusted his gut in the past, the trickster of the Joestar family dove forward and through the treeline.

*SNAP!*

This proved to be a wise decision, as by doing so, Joseph just barely avoided getting bisected by the scorpion Grimm's pincers. Hastily regaining his footing, the brunette double-timed his pace and lept through the treeline, stumbling out into a wide-open grassy field that was complimented by a dreary, cloudy sky and the surrounding mountains in the distance.

'Alright! I made it! But I gotta make this quick!' With no time to waste knowing that the Deathstalker was only seconds behind him, Joseph quickly ran his hand along the dirt and grass as he landed. In less than a second, he found what he was looking for in the form of a blue woolen thread.

HAMON OVERDRIVE!" Without skipping a beat, Joseph scrambled to his feet and within a split second, was able to get into an extravagant pose as he yanked the woolen string and let his hamon energy course through it.

The effects were instantaneous. Due to being a hamon-friendly substance, the wool thread was able to transmit the rest of the sunlight energy through Joseph's trap in an instant. Before the Deathstalker could exit the treeline and attack Joseph on the clearing he was in, the entirety of the forest's treeline was lit up with multiple glowing yellow lines appearing all over it's length, lighting them all up in a rather festive manner. Unable to stop itself, the Deathstalker trampled right into these hamon-electrified woolen threads, tangling itself up in the threads and subsequently getting shocked with several powerful volts of hamon energy.

"SKREEEEACK!" The insectoid Grimm squealed out, hamon sparks bouncing over it's body before it's legs failed to support it's weight, causing it to collapse to the ground.

"Hehe! Looks like the mighty have fallen and they've fallen hard!" Joseph smirked before dropping the wool thread and raising his right fist in front of his face. "Now time to top off your hamon special!"

"Koooooh…!"

And after a series of steady, controlled breaths, the muscular young man's body was radiating with the bright yellow energy, his fist in particular glowing with a yellow aura and pops of hamon electricity dancing off it. Upon feeling the entirety of his body radiating with the power of Hamon, Joseph leapt several feet up into the air to capitalize on his advantage.

"Sunlight Yellow OVERDRIIIIIVE!"

As he let out that mighty exclamation, Joseph's hamon-infused fist collided with the Death-stalker's boney, white head… or… whatever scorpions might have in place of a head. Regardless of all that, however, the effects were instantaneous. Once Joseph's fist slammed into the scorpion Grimm's face, cracks began to spread throughout the monstrosity's bone-like plating, hamon shining through them. As the sunlight energy began to flow within it and subsequently destroy it from the inside, the Deathstalker let out an agonized screech before it began flailing about, accidentally hitting Joseph with it's claws as it did so.

"AUUUGH-! OMPH!" Joseph yelped out in pain as the force of the hit sent him sprawling across the field. When he finally came to a stop, the muscular Joestar was on his hands and knees, trying to steady himself, with his entire body now covered in cuts, dirt, and bruises.

"Son of a bitch! Should've made steering clear my first priority once I landed that blow on that overgrown pest." Joseph grunted out, rubbing his bruised face as he staggered back to his feet, a stinging pain resonating throughout him. It was all superficial damage, and it was nothing a little hamon breathing couldn't salve, but it still stung like a scorpion sting to the jewels!

"SCREEEEEEAAAK!"

"Speaking of which..." Once the pain in his face subsided a bit, Joseph turned his attention back to his target, which now looked to be on it's death throes. While the muscular trickster didn't exactly come out of this job without a scratch, it was clear to see that the Deathstalker was doing much worse. The fissures that Joseph's punch left on it only seemed to grow worse after it swatted him away, and the hamon that was leaking out of those cracks only seemed to grow brighter and brighter with each passing second.

"Holy crap. It's like these things are made up of congealed darkness." Joseph whistled out as he watched the impromptu hamon lightshow he caused in the Deathstalker shielding his eyes from the bright rays coming from it. Finally, just when it looked like it was about to explode in a burst of light, the scorpion Grimm's body suddenly went completely still, it's formerly glowing orange eyes now completely black, giving the monstrosity a rather hollowed-out look.

"I… I think that did it… but it could just be playing dead…" Joseph thought aloud, apprehensive on whether he should man up and approach the grimm to see if it truly was dead or just trying to get the jump on him. However, as Joseph began to consider what he should do, his eyes wandered to the ground, causing him to notice a rock about as big as his head. With a solution to his dilemma having reared it's head, Joseph quickly grabbed onto the rock before flinging it at the Deathstalker.

Fortunately, once the stone slammed into it, it became clear to see that the Deathstalker was not in fact playing dead. The moment the stone hit the Deathstalker's white armor, it's entire body began to fall apart, like the Grimm had rotted away from the inside and left only a hollow outer shell in it's wake. Joseph didn't say anything, merely watching with surprise as the husk of a Grimm finally crumbled in on itself and fell apart, it's outer shell beginning dissolve just like the inside had.

When it was finally over, the only thing left of the Deathstalker were various cracked bits of it's bone armor scattered along the ground, an ash-like substance that all Grimm dissolved into when they were killed, and it's gigantic golden stinger, which was left untouched.

"Heh, guess that did it then!" Joseph remarked with a smirk, walking over to the Deathstalker's remains before moving the stinger around with his foot, examining his reflection in the bug appendage's glossy surface. "Seeing another genius trap of mine work so flawlessly on these dumb monsters never gets old! Now then…" And so, with a huff and after making sure his breathing was steady, Joseph lifted the Deathstalker stinger, which was only slightly smaller than his body, and propped it over his shoulders.

"Hoo boy…" Joseph sighed with annoyance, beginning his trek back to the nearby village. "No idea how I'd get by in this ass-backwards world if it wasn't for my hamon."

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Eventually, after half an hour of walking through the surrounding terrain, Joseph was relieved to finally lay his eyes on his destination: A large cliff face that separated these dense woods from the rest of Mistral, and embedded into that cliff was the village that hired him to get rid of that Deathstalker. Even though the smarmy brunette was all too eager to get rid of this oversized stinger and collect his payment, he couldn't help but take in the village with an impressed look on his face. Just like in the many world history books that granny Erina made him study, this cliffside village was exactly like the ones he learned about in all those history books.

It was honestly a pretty clever design that kept the village and it's inhabitants safe from all those 'Grimm' monsters. High up onto the cliff, the villagers somehow managed to establish a series of sturdy wooden platforms all over the cliffside which they then used to actually build their homes. Additionally, the entire cliffside looked to be several miles long and the village itself was actually quite big, considering how it was built.

In any case, Joseph decided it was time to stop eyeballing and actually get a move on. Tightening his grip on the stinger, the Joestar made his way towards the the elevator the people of this village built to allow entry.

'Going up.' Joseph thought once he stepped on, pressing a button that caused the steel elevator to rumble before ascending.

***O***

Eventually, after collecting some additional supplies the village oh-so-graciously provided to him as thanks for a job well done, Joseph once again set off for parts unknown. Not long after he left, the sun began to set, making the trickster of the Joestar family realize it was time to set up camp for the night. The area itself looked to be uncharted and had various bits of foliage and trees scattered all around. Altogether, it seemed like as good a place as any to settle down for the night.

As Joseph set up his small tent and began scrounging the nearby area for some firewood, he couldn't help but reflect on just how accustomed to this lifestyle he'd become, and to be frank, it unnerved him greatly.

"Man… what the hell am I even doing anymore…? Well, surviving, first and foremost…" Joseph thought aloud, sighing before he began to reflect on just how he ended up in this strange world known as 'Remnant.'

It was hard to keep track of time exactly, but it seemed to have been roughly eleven months since Joseph woke up in the middle of nowhere in this strange country. Close to a year now. How exactly he ended up here was still a question that Joseph had no answer to, but he could still remember what he'd been doing before he woke up as clear as day. In a miraculous turn of events, Joseph's sheer luck allowed him to turn the tables on Kars just when it looked like he had him dead to rights. It was still hard to believe that such an insane turn of events sent himself and what was literally a physical deity careening out of Earth's atmosphere on a slab of molten rock. However, this and the oh-so satisfying sight of Kars getting sent flying out of the stratosphere was all Joseph could remember before he finally lost consciousness.

After that, he awoke to find himself in the middle of this country known as 'Mistral' with these vicious monsters known as the Grimm and many opportunistic bandits all wanting a piece of him. It was difficult to adjust at first, considering Joseph had no idea where he was with nothing but his clothes, the red stone of Aja, and his hamon to his name, but as time went on, the trickster of the Joestar family was able to get something of a grip on how things worked in this world and what he should do to survive.

To put it simply, Joseph's been wandering from place to place, putting his many talents to use to earn some money while simultaneously learning what he can about this strange world. Unfortunately, while his hamon allowed him to accomplish many of these odd jobs with relative ease, his previous job being a prime example of this, his attempts to find out how he ended up here had been considerably less successful. He learned plenty about Remnant itself, such as about it's advanced technology, the existence of the four kingdoms which ruled over each continent in this world, as well as the existence of huntsmen, elite warriors which dedicated themselves to the elimination of Grimm as well as the protection of the people, but any attempt at learning how he got here was almost always met with a dead end. The closest Joseph had to a solid lead was what he knew of 'aura' and 'semblances,' which could only be described as super powers. It was some kind of inherent power in any living being that imbued anyone that could harness it with reality-defying powers. The Joestar initially assumed that aura and hamon were the same type of power, but upon learning more about the former, it was clear to see that was not the case at all. With the knowledge of this power in mind, Joseph could only assume that someone on this world possessed some kind of semblance that transported him to this strange world.

However, whether this was actually true or not was still up in the air, and even if it was true, Joseph still had no idea what this hypothetical person's motivation for bringing him here was or where they even were. As a whole, Joseph Joestar currently appeared to be stranded in the world of Remnant with no place he could call home or any concrete way he could return to the home he had on Earth, and it was quite disconcerting. The fact that he had no real goal beyond 'survive and find a way home,' and knowing that he had no knowledge of how to accomplish the latter was beyond troubling for the hot-headed Joestar. The only real consolation that he had to all this was that he was free to go anywhere to pleased.

'Fuckin' A. I still can't believe it's been nearly a year since I ended up in this ass-backwards world, and I STILL have no freakin' idea how I got here or how to get back! I can't keep doing this forever, I gotta get back to granny Erina, Speedwagon, and everyone else! I got a life to live back home and I didn't fight and win against four super vampires just to lose that chance!'

Joseph could've continued with this angry train of thought even longer, but the pangs of hunger in his stomach made him focus back on the task at hand.

"Ah, screw it. I can't stew in my own misery on an empty stomach. I'll just start up this fire and treat myself to some delicious deer meat those villagers gave me. That oughta make me feel better!" And with something to take his mind off his currently rather bleak living situation, Joseph continued to gather firewood.

***O***

One set-up campsite and roasted venison later, and Joseph found himself feeling much better about his overall situation on Remnant.

"Mmm! Talk about tasty! This stuff is even better than what they serve at those fancy restaurants granny Erina always took me to!" Joseph said between mouthfuls of juicy and smokey roasted deer. As he continued to enjoy his meal over the campfire, the nineteen year old leaned back against a sizeable boulder he was using as a backrest and cast his gaze upward. Night had long since overtaken Mistral and subsequently allowed Joseph to gaze upon Remnant's night sky.

"If I didn't know any better, then I'd assume that's the same night time sky I always saw back home…" Joseph thought aloud before taking a long look at Remnant's moon. Due to it's current positioning and the rotation, it would've been very easy to assume that Remnant's moon was no different from Earth's, and during his first few days of trying to survive on the strange fantasy world, Joseph believed just that. However, due to his current lifestyle as a drifter and having spent a good chunk of his time on this world roughing it out in the great outdoors, it was inevitable that Joseph eventually saw Remnant's moon in all it's shattered glory.

As you can likely imagine, Joseph was quite dumbfounded by the sight of a moon that had apparently been shattered by something, but any attempts to gather some info on this strange anomaly was just met with the response of 'it's been that way for as long as anyone can remember,' or something along those lines. Joseph still found the concept of a shattered moon to be completely baffling and bizarre, but eventually just wrote it off as another strange thing about Remnant.

"Welp," As Joseph finished the last of his venison, he reached for his bag and began to look for his wallet. "Might as well count my cash and see how well I'm doing in that regard."

The brunet had to admit, he was quite curious as to how much money he had accumulated with the hefty pay from his most recent job taken into account. Even though he had truly grown to hate having to live out in the sticks like this, Joseph couldn't deny that this drifter lifestyle was surprisingly kind to his funds. Sure, he had to pay for a hefty amount of salted meats and other types of long-lasting food since he was too squeamish to hunt, kill, and subsequently gut animals,(Which was quite strange considering the many nauseating horrors he had faced during his battles against the pillar men.), but considering just how much he was paid for all his Grimm extermination jobs, he still made more than he lost from his jobs. He'd been living this past year off what he needed, stuff like travelling necessities, a portable tent, toilet paper, etc, and as he began to count through his funds, he was beginning to see it truly pay off

"Wow… I didn't think I had this much money on since the last time I checked, but clearly I must've been mistaken! I got 50,000 smackeroos! Or uh, 'lien,' in this case." Joseph exclaimed in surprise, a broad, giddy smile growing on his face, and who could blame him? While Joseph had learned very early on that the way money and it's value worked very differently in this world, he still knew that what he had right now was a lot of money! However, Joseph's smile soon began to fade when an important and imposing question made it's way into his head.

'Alright, so I got a lot of money, but… what the hell do I do with it?'

Indeed, despite the simplicity of it, that really was a difficult question to answer considering Joseph's situation. While Joseph didn't have to worry about an empty stomach any time soon, so long as he knew where any nearby settlements were, he honestly couldn't say he had any idea of what to do with such a large amount of this world's currency. Should he… use it to buy a house? No, he wasn't planning to settle down in this world any time soon, not when he had a life to get back to on Earth! Maybe he could use it to buy a vehicle of some kind? It would make his travels much easier and certainly ease the constant aching in his feet. But then again, while he knew that vehicles similar to automobiles and motorcycles existed in Remnant, there was also the very real possibility that, along with looking far more advanced, they operated in a completely different manner when compared to the vehicles in his own world, and he wasn't in any mood to start taking any kind of driving classes either.

'C'mon, think! There's gotta be something I can do with all this money. It's money! It's how you get by easily in the world.' As Joseph raked his mind for an idea on what to do with all this money, he could help but note in the back of his head just how uncomfortable the boulder he was sitting back against was. Then he began to notice he was sitting out by a campfire in the middle of nowhere. Then he realized he'd been doing this, wandering from place to place, trying to find some semblance of direction for close to a year now. This train of thought is what would lead to a bolt of inspiration for Joseph. 'Hmm… I could really go for a vacation right about now.'

The moment that offhand thought made it's way into Joseph's head, it began to grow steadily more prominent until it was left at the forefront of his thoughts. '...! Say, now that's an idea! Why don't I take a vacation? It's not like I haven't earned it with the arduous pile of crap my life's become.'

Eyes shining at the possibility he presented to himself, Joseph reached for his bag and began to rummage around for several maps and charts he'd bought on his travels. Once he did so, he began to try and calculate his position relative to Mistral's capital, the city of, surprise surprise, Mistral. "If what I've heard around the grapevine's true, then the capital of this country's a pretty fun and lively place! The city's secure, so there's no reason to worry about Grimm, and with how advanced the tech in this world is, there's bound to be plenty of luxuries there that a hard-working young man like me would appreciate. Hell, a big city like that might be exactly where I need to go to start looking for a way to get back home!"

Upon realizing that, if his calculations were correct, he was a week or two away from Mistral by foot, Joseph rummaged through his bag until he found the delightfully weighty sack that contained all the money he'd earned here on Remnant. "Still not exactly sure what the exchange rate for Earth money is when compared to the currency here, but from what I can see, everything I got here is bound to buy me a couple of months worth of comfortable living." He'd definitely have to make sure he didn't get swindled out of his money the moment he set foot there, considering the reputation Mistral allegedly gained as a den of thieves, but who was he kidding? Joseph was a genius! A genius that managed to defeat four super-beings that had lived for thousands of years and a genius that managed to master an ancient breathing technique in a month, no less! The last thing he saw happening to him was getting pick-pocketed or cheated out of his money by some mangy little thief thinking he'd found an easy mark, no sire!

"Alright, that settles it!" Joseph decided, hoping up from his makeshift seat before making his way towards his tent. "I'll get myself a good night's sleep and start making my way towards the lapse of luxury in the morning!"

***O***

'My feet are really starting to ache… how many more days am I gonna have to walk until I find this freaking city anyway?' Joseph thought irritably, the relief of complaining momentarily taking his mind off the hunger pangs in his stomach or just how much his feet were starting to hurt as he continued on his way. The trickster of the Joestar family was currently walking along a rather dense woodland path that had been on a steady incline for some time now. Additionally, the constant lack of a clear road, forcing him to constantly navigate around the dense foliage, made it clear to see that he had strayed off any common route that was taken to Mistral on foot.

It had been close to a week since Joseph decided he had enough funds to warrant a venture into this country's capital city, and while his journey wasn't exactly bad or featured any major road blocks per say, all the small inconveniences he'd been dealing with as of late were beginning to stack up and wear thin on his patience.

Joseph Joestar by nature wasn't a very patient person. He was a man of immediate action and results! And with that in mind, the fact that it was taking so long to get to Mistral's capital city was not doing his already irritable nature any good. To make things worse, he ran out of food yesterday and the most he could find in terms of game was a single stinking rabbit! The fact that he'd even resorted to hunting was telling of how shitty his situation was. So to sum it up, Joseph was tired, aching, hungry, had no idea how close he really was to his destination, stuck navigating these dense, misty and muggy woods on an incline and feeling a cavalcade of unpleasant emotions.

'Maybe I should've asked some of the people around that village if they worked some kind of a taxi service. Or hell, maybe I should've asked if one of those airship stations was close by. I'd hate having to part with some of my hard-earn boons, but at this point, I'd take a nice, cushiony airship any day over dragging myself through the dreary backwood sticks like this!' Realizing a break might do him some good, and because he was but a hair away from exploding in frustration. Joseph leaned back against a particularly big tree before collapsing into a sitting position, the loose dirt providing a decent enough cushion.

"Okay JoJo, breathe. Just relax and keep breathing steady." Joseph muttered to himself, taking relief in his hamon easing his aches and helping him relax a little bit. He stayed like that for an undetermined amount of time, almost looking as though he was meditating. After a few more moments passed, the frustration that had been building in his gut and was on the verge of exploding began to slowly but surely subside. By the time he was finished, a sense of refreshment, courtesy of his hamon's healing, had washed over Joseph. "Phew! Alright, that's waaaay better! Who knew a few deep breaths could do such wonders for anger control?"

"Alright," Joseph began, continuing to think out loud as he dusted off his hands. "I'll just keep going until I reach the end of these woods. And if this big, fancy city isn't within spitting distance by then… well then whoopty-do. More of the same crap I've been dealing with all week. I'll just find a nearby settlement and ask them to put me back on the right track."

And with a renewed spirit and eager determination being his primary feeling, Joseph got up, ready to set out once more!

*RIIIIIIIIIIP!*

Unfortunately, what Joseph didn't realize when he sat down earlier was how a gnarled branch that fell from one of the trees got tangled on his cloak, and he also didn't notice how this branch was buried quite firmly in the ground. As such, Joseph didn't know to untangle his expensive cloak from the branch until it was too late.

"...huh?" A numb sense of dread overtaking him, Joseph looked behind him only to see his silken cloak, when had been something he treated himself to several months ago and treated quite well, now had a gigantic tear on it up to his shoulder.

"Oh…" Joseph began, slowly untying the cloak from his neck as his enthusiasm dribbled away like a leaking jug of water. "Well… isn't… that unfortunAAAAAAAAAUUUUGH!"

Needless to say, this minor slight was the metaphorical straw that broke the camel's back.

"SON OF A FUCKING BITCH! This is such a bunch of crap! It's been days now! Where the hell is this big fucking fancy city!?" Enthusiasm instantly being overtaken by utter fury and frustration, Joseph finished what the branch started, continuing to tear at the expensive material until it was torn in half. His anger still boiling, the furious Joestar threw the cloak to the ground and proceeded to angrily stomp it into the dirt.

"This is such bullshit! I'm in the middle of nowhere, I'm aching all over, on the verge of starving to death, AND I GOT ALL THIS MONEY WITH NOTHING TO SPEND IT ON!" How long had it been since he'd been stranded in this ass-backwards world? How many days had it been? How many months? With the anger and frustration cloud his mind currently, it currently felt like a lifetime since he'd seen any of the things he was so used to back on Earth, and it only added to the cocktail of negative emotions he was feeling right now.

"Did I actually die when I got sent into space!? Is where people go when they die!? To some asinine fantasy world filled with these stupid, slobbering monsters and shitty odd jobs!? I thought fantasy worlds were supposed to be fantastical! And have beautiful maidens a dashing hero like me could romance! Where's all that good stuff, huh!? Where the hell are you hiding it!? Where is it, world!?" Narrowing his eyes and still caught up in his rant, Joseph stomped through the forest, continuing to rant and complain about all the hardships he'd faced this year, and after a few moments, eventually began to see the end of the forest, nothing but white light peaking through the trees.

"I swear to Christ and everything holy, if I don't see something I consider good within spitting distance behind that treeline, I'm gonna punch the crap outta it with a ripple barrage!" With that furious exclamation, Joseph stomped through the treeline, momentarily blinded by the ensuing light.

"O...Oh… whoa…"

The moment Joseph's vision cleared, he found himself at a loss for words, and that was because he found himself looking at the city of Mistral in the far distance, and it was quite the sight.

Joseph had heard descriptions about this country's capital, but nothing he heard could've possibly compared to looking at this gigantic, ancient city that was built into two mountains in person. What was easily the most noteworthy feature in an already breath-taking city had to have been the gigantic, palace-like building sitting comfortably at the peak of these two mountains and looming over the buildings beneath it. This was apparently Haven Academy, one of those schools that trained people looking to become hunters. All of this was topped off by the dozens of airships flying to and from the city as Joseph stood there, cementing the fact that in this dangerous world of fantasy and monsters, this city was one of it's four bastions of civilization.

"Uh… hehe…! Well, it's not exactly spitting distance, but I'll fucking take it!" As the beauty of this city and the reality of his situation began to sink in, Joseph's previous bout of fury vanished in an instance, and was now slowly being replaced with a sense of utter glee. This wondrous warm feeling continued to rise within him before he couldn't take it anymore and let out a joyful exclamation to the heavens.

"WOO-HOO! I MADE IT! CLEAN SHEETS, RUNNING WATER, AND DELICIOUS FOOD, HERE I COME~!" Unwilling to stand there any longer, Joseph took off in a sprint, intent on making it into the city's confines before the day's end.

However, as Joseph began his eager sprint across the horizon towards civilization, it was worth noting that high above the sky, an airship lazily passed above him with the same destination in mind. This was being brought up because within that airship were several individuals that Joseph would become very well-acquainted with in the coming months.

***O***

If one were to ask Ruby Rose what was equally the most exciting and nerve-wracking year of her life, then she'd easily answer this very year.

It had been just about a year since the silver-eyed girl and her three teammates graduated from Beacon Academy and became fully-recognized huntresses, and Ruby had to admit, she had utterly no complaints regarding her dream job. She didn't want to say that being a huntress was every bit as exciting, fulfilling, and epic as she thought it'd be, but… it totally was.

There was no denying the knot of anxiety that sometimes churned in her gut when the job got stressful or if anything… unfortunate happened, but the feeling of satisfaction that came with successfully saving the life of someone in peril, or taking out an enclave of dangerous Grimm that threatened the development of a settlement outside the kingdom limits made it all oh so worth it.

It felt… good, knowing that helping people, being like the heroes she'd always admired in her childhood was everything the silver-eyed girl thought it'd be.

In any case, a year since her graduation came and went, and as such, the season of summer and the boiling heat that came with it made it's presence known to Vale's inhabitants with all the subtlety of a punch to the face. It was around the beginning of the season that Ruby, her team, and several other Beacon Academy graduates received a very pleasant surprise from their former headmaster. Thanks to her and her team's exceptional performance on their missions, professor Ozpin gave Team RWBY, along with several other Beacon graduates, the offer to attend a summer-long, all-expense paid vacation in Mistral. Getting to spend three months enjoying themselves and relaxing in an exotic city like Mistral was an appealing offer in it's own right, but the cherry on top was easily the fact that the duration of their vacation was to be spent in a high-class hot springs resort.

With all this in mind, and considering all the missions that they've been doing, the entirety of Team RWBY were all too happy to take Ozpin up on this vacation.

"I gotta say girls, I always kinda knew that being a huntress was gonna kick ass and all, but getting to spend the summer kicking back and relaxing together in Mistral? it really makes you realize just how good we got it." Yang Xiao Long spoke up from her seat on the airship's bench, her arms behind her head and a large, jovial expression on her face. "Granted, I personally would've gone with a private beach resort for the vacation spot, but hot springs in Mistral works too."

Out of all the members of Ruby's team, it was clear to see that Yang, thrillseeker and hedonist that she was, was easily the most excited about the prospect of spending her summer in the lapse of luxury with her cherished little sister and her two greatest friends.

"Well, after all the work we've done and all the missions we've completed with the utmost efficiency, it's only natural that we'd be rewarded for our efforts." Weiss chimed in, far more subdued in her enthusiasm.

"Got that right! Although it isn't that much of a surprise, after all, we're only the best, and most gorgeous, team of huntresses that Beacon's ever produced." Yang claimed with clear pride in her voice, crossing her arms under her impressive bust. It wasn't a baseless claim, however. Ever since Team RWBY's graduation from beacon, the four girls consistently completed any mission they received with flying colors, whether they took them on as a team, partners, or even solo.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, girls." A familiar, cool and collected voice interrupted. Turning towards the source, Team RWBY was surprised to see Coco Adel and Velvet Scarlatina, two members of the famous Team CVFY and their former classmates at Beacon, walking up to the all-girl huntress team. Velvet's expression was that of a friendly and cheery smile as she approached the girls whereas Coco's expression was far more calm and collected, although it was clear to see an inkling of a smile on the fashionista's face.

"3rd… no, maybe 4th or 5th best team sounds about right." Coco mused as she put a gloved finger up to her chin in mock thought.

"Sound a bit unsure there, Coco. If you want, then I can show you a way more accurate means of telling which of our teams is better." Yang challenged with a smirk that was in equal parts bloodthirsty and chummy and did little to hide her intentions. It was a bit of a strange combination, but that's just the kind of girl Yang is.

In response to such a thinly veiled challenge, Coco merely lowered the bridge of her aviators and stared the boisterous blonde in the eye, her small grin turning to a challenging smirk. "Color me intrigued Xiao Long. I might just have to take you up on that offer."

"C-Coco! Can we please not go and cause a fuss?" However, just when it looked like the two girls were about to have a 'friendly spar,' which is just fancy wording for an explosive fight that's liable to send the airship crashing to the ground, Velvet and Ruby quickly intervened, both getting straight into the ensuing cross-fire before anything unpleasant could happen.

"Y-Yeah, I'm with Velvet here, Yang. I don't think any of us wanna start this vacation off with an airship crash." Ruby stammered out.

"Sis, I'm hurt. You really think I'm so impulsive that I'd just go and attack a fellow huntress in this airship?" Yang asked with mock sadness clear in her tone. "Such a thought never even crossed this dainty maiden's mind! And I'm certain the same applied to Ms. Adel. Isn't that right, Ms. Adel?"

"Indeed Ms. Xiao Long, such rough-housing in a communal location such as this would be ever so beastly~!" Coco drawled out in an overly feminine tone, placing her hands up to her mouth as though such a thought was inconceivable to her. However, such an inflection was gone just as soon as it arrived, for not even a moment after, an amused, knowing smirk graced the fashionista's face. "I was thinking we could go and have a scrap outside the city limits, maybe find a nice and secluded spot with no interruptions. you interested?"

"Do you even need to ask?" Yang asked rhetorically, easily returning Coco's smirk and causing their present company to either tense up in apprehension or groan in exasperation.

"Yang, let me just warn you in advance that if you cause major property damage to the city, I'm not gonna bail you out." Weiss declared from the sidelines, her tone deadpan and clearly annoyed with her teammate's behavior.

Ruby, who had since remained silent and watched the ensuing exchange from a distance with Blake, couldn't help but smile fondly as her sister and her partner argued. "Things haven't changed a day since we graduated Beacon, huh Blake?"

"Trust me Ruby, I've noticed." The cat faunus retorted, passively observing as usual. Her gaze lingered on Coco and Yang talking for another moment before looking behind her, out the airship window, and at the green landscape passing them by. "But… I'd be lying if I said it wasn't nice, especially since we got a nice vacation backdrop to it all."

During the initial months following the girls' graduation from Beacon, the four of them tried out several different approaches to their new careers with various degrees of willingness.

However, at the end of it all, the four of them couldn't deny that despite all the bumps in the road and annoyances they caused one another during their four years at Beacon, they functioned truly best as a team and in the end, just enjoyed one another's company. So as it stood now, the girls continued to operate as a four-woman huntress unit.

It was a novel thing, really, seeing that the group dynamic that was formed all those years ago at Beacon stood the test of time and remained strong. And with this in mind, the four girls were eager to enjoy several months of vacation together.

'Hmhm~! This is gonna be just like old times…' Ruby thought with an eager grin, pulling out her headphones as she decided to take a note from Blake's book and enjoy the outdoor scenery.

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And there we have it. Prologue finished. This was mainly just to set the stage and give readers a proper understanding of what's supposed to be going on in this fic. Next chapter will uh… contain explicit sex and the like, so you've been warned ._.