A/N Hi, RareNyte here. This is my first story and I already have the next two chapters completed for the most part, as you can see, this will NOT be a Romance, but there will be hints of it every so often, as this story will instead be focusing on Jaune or Noir as he is truly called and his vow to cleanse this world of all the unworthy blood, starting with the Prince who destroyed his village.

I hope you find this first chapter interesting and I will hopefully release the next chapter soon. Reviews and constructive criticism are gratefully accepted.

Jaune's POV

"You're improving well, Jaune" My sword was once again knocked aside by her shield.
"You're still miles ahead" I jumped back as she lunged with her spear.
"With this kind of progress, you could catch up in a couple months or so..." I took the opportunity and grabbed her spear and attempted to prise it from her.

She saw what I was trying to do and activated her polarity, causing Milo to rush back to her; however I was pulled back with it, resulting with me on top of her, our faces merely inches apart.

"O-Okay Jaune, that's enough for now okay?" The redhead sputtered with an almighty blush covering her face, my face was also quite red.
"Yeah umm sorry about that Pyrrha" I muttered as I pulled away, picking up my shield that she had forced me to trop earlier on in the spar.
"Don't worry about it" She assured while picking herself up
"Now come on, classes start soon"

I sighed as I sat down for class

'Even with Pyrrha's training, I still can't get a good hit on her…

Still, I have to do my best; she has been going out of her way to help me. Come to think of it, she never said why she was helping me…'

A big part of me thought the most reasonable answer was that she didn't want me dragging the team down.

I turned around to see her chatting with Blake about last week's assignments. I saw the heart-warming smile that kept me going every day.

A small part of me wanted there to be another reason…

As I was caught up in my musings, I didn't notice the professor's presence before she spoke.

"Hello, I am professor Shinime, filling in for professor Port as he has fallen ill" The substitute introduced herself, she had long white hair that flowed freely to her waist and had light blue eyes that were behind a pair of square glasses, she also wore a purple dress with a white overcoat.

I snapped out of my daydream upon hearing that name. 'Shinime, why do I feel some sort of connection to that name?' I noticed the somehow familiar professor begin to talk again and listened intently.

"Today will be a very special lecture, I have been given permission to talk with you about one of the greatest figures of history, quite recent history to be precise, yet not one of you has heard about it before"
This further piqued my interest, 'a historical figure that no one knows about? She can't be serious'

"The mastermind that almost brought the whole of Vale to it's knees, a villain shrouded in so much mystery to the extent of him and his doings being strictly forbidden in modern education, until now" She said with an unnerving smile.
By this point everyone in the room was leaning in, eager to discover who this mysterious mastermind was, even Cardin looked interested.

"The man that gathered an army of hundreds to bring down our kingdom, the man that spawned fear wherever he set foot, the man that nobody knew behind the mask. That man

Was named Lord Noir"

My eyes widened, 'why do I feel like this?!' My hands started shaking, but I wasn't scared or intimidated like I first thought, I was angry. I had no idea why, but I felt a dark aura surround me as the substitute continued to talk about the man.

"… believed to have been born in a small village, he lived life a normal life with his single dad until his village was burned to ash by not The White Fang or even the Grimm, but humans under the command of one of the rulers of Vale, Prince Solus."

'Village burnt to ashes…Solus...'

"He devoted his life to recruiting what remained of the village and even brokering some sort of deal with the White Fang and any gangs he could pay in order to bring down Solus. All of this, under the alias of Lord Noir, he masked his face to hide the fact that he was only sixteen years old"

Sixteen years old… allied with the White Fang, this all sounds… familiar…

"Over time, the name Lord Noir instilled fear into the hearts of all that hear it, he was a symbol of terrifying power, this gained him many followers, notably the famed Roman Torchwick, however, he was eventually defeated by a former student from this very school, that student was John Arc."

All eyes went to me at this point but I took no notice, my mind was somewhere else entirely.

'John Arc… my father defeated Lord Noir? For some reason that doesn't sound right'

"Arc defeated Lord Noir and the entire series of events was forcibly removed from records everywhere and law was passed to keep the entire matter a secret."

"Why?" Weiss spoke up, being the first student to even utter a word since the beginning of the lecture. "Why wouldn't we be taught about something as big as that?"

Shinime smirked at the question before looking directly at me.

"Mr Arc, would you mind answering that?"

The class looked confused as to why she would ask someone like me to answer something like that; they were surprised further at my answer.

"They were cowards…" The other students were shocked at my unusual dark tone, Pyrrha looked concerned, even a little frightened.

"They didn't want anyone to know why he fought, they didn't want to reveal that all those villages that mysteriously went up in flames were their doing. They were scared that if the public found out that a lowly village boy could stand up to their injustice that they would rise too, so he was stricken from record so they can go another day without punishment for their sins and all those wronged by the kingdom can rot without hope" with that I sat down.

Ruby looked at me in slight fear, Blake looked like she was studying me with those catlike eyes, Weiss looked confused as to how I had drawn a conclusion that quickly and Yang looked like she was trying to see if it was really me saying that.

Ren looked at me, trying to find the silly joke in all of it, finding nothing, Nora looked on, unaware of the tension. Pyrrha looked pale, she had her eyes fixed on me and was shaking slightly, scared at my change in attitude.

Shinime smirked at me for a few seconds before turning on a fake disciplinary frown

"Mr Arc, stay behind at the end of class so we can discuss that last remark"

As the bell sounded, everyone started to pack up, although Pyrrha did need to be shook by an energetic Nora. Team RWBY all took a last glance at me with a mix of confusion, concern and interest before turning away and leaving,

Ren gave me a sidewards glance without a particular emotion in his eyes, seeming to simply observe me before leaving with Nora trailing behind happily. Cardin made a point not to look at me as he took the long way out of the classroom, leaving only Pyrrha.

I looked over to her and she simply stared back and I could see that she was deeply concerned for me, a small part of me wanted to turn on the goofy persona I had grown accustomed to but I found myself simply turning my head. After a few seconds, I heard the classroom door opening then closing, indicating her absence.

'What is this? What the hell is going on inside my head? Why do I feel this connection to professor Shinime and Lord Noir? How did I answer that without thinking? I just said what was in my head…'

A slow clap brought me out of my musings as I turned to see the professor standing there with the same smirk I had seen earlier.

"It seems you aren't a lost cause after all young man" She walked over to me with a slight sway in her hips as she removed her glasses.

"Now, Mr Arc, I'm going to have to ask you to look directly into this eye if you would"

She leaned closer to me and I took notice of her left eye, it seemed to glow white for a second before a blinding pain hit me. I immediately grasped my head as the pain seared through my brain, the pain was so bad that I started to fade out of consciousness and my world turned black

As soon as it did, I found myself in a village, looking at myself, I was suddenly a lot shorter than I had been before and I was wearing a black tunic with a small wooden sword in my hand.

I looked around and saw my village, but it wasn't the one I remembered, instead of the bright faces, I saw poverty and grime. Homeless scattered around the street, men assaulting women, smoke filling the air.

I stood there shocked, unaware of what to do. Before I could even ask myself where I was, a horn sounded as I turned to see some official looking guards walk into the center of the town on a small stage, as they split up, I saw a regal looking man with long silver hair, orange eyes and a baggy blue overcoat address the crowd with a big smile.

"It is I, your noble Prince Solus, this area has now been claimed by the kingdom of Vale, please do not cause any unnecessary trouble and pack up your things" The crowd did immediately shouted out cries of protest and curses at the man.

"Screw you fancyman!" A particularly bold salesman spoke up

"This is our land!" Another agreed. Solus simply put a hand to his head and seemed to look disappointed as I looked on, angry at the man.

"I expected as much from filth such as this, ho hum, I did try to reach out with the kindness of my heart but it seems it is not welcome. No matter, without further ado, men, you may begin." As he said that last sentence, a crowd of guards with crossbows started to rise to the stage.

The families that were gathered immediately rushed to their homes, however this was what Solus wanted, he wanted them to go into their houses. How I knew that was a mystery that I overlooked.

As soon as all the families were inside, the men started firing. The arrows seemed to ignite as they hit the straw houses with the families in, starting an inferno that caused shrill screams to sound from the homes.

The men of the village stood shocked, worried at what to do when a man jumped onto the stage. He had a black cloak on that gave him a dark appearance, he also had ragged black hair and dark blue eyes, he carried a lengthy katana that was now pointed at Solus and his guards.

'I know that man.'

"You bastards!" He yelled as he charged at them.

'That man is my father. I'm not sure how I know, but there's no doubt in my mind'

He took out the first guard with a quick slash to the knees, causing him to fall the floor as the man swung the blade back, slicing his jugular, causing blood to erupt over the guards and stain Solus's cloak. The other guards hesitated to move, giving the man the chance to move in and swiftly cut two of the guard's stomachs.

As he fought, a single drop of blood reached my cheek, I dabbed my finger on it and brought it to my eyes.

It was the blood of a man, but it didn't feel sickly or wrong to see it staining the area, the man was evil, it was good that he bled; it was good for the world if unworthy blood was spilled.

As the man went for a third, he suddenly stopped, seemingly frozen mid-step. I looked confused, what had happened to him? Solus started to tut as he approached the man with his hands reaching for his sword, easily taking it from the man.

'No! How dare you! How dare you touch that sword!' I was seething. Solus looked disappointed as my father panicked, trying desperately to break out of his immobilization before finally taking notice of me in the crowd, his eyes seemed to soften upon seeing me as he closed his eyes solemnly. Accepting what was to come. I think I heard him mutter my real name.

I then heard the thud as the now impaled hero fell to the floor.

"Filth cannot stain the immaculate, it's rather pitiful actually but that's the world, tut tut, how regrettable, I could have used him as a hostage to make sure the filth knows where foolish bravado gets them"

It was too much, I fell to the ground, silently screaming as tears stung my eyes. With my head buried in the dirt, I heard the cries of innocent blood being spilled everywhere as the ones with unworthy blood killed them all.

When I finally found the resolve to look around, I saw fire where there were houses, I saw blood where there were puddles, and the smoke had increased tenfold, now reaching into my lungs and burning my eyes.

Through the fog I saw something dark, the cloak of my father; I slowly crawled my way over to it, coughing and cutting my arms on the broken glass that was scattered around. When I finally reached the cloak, I saw my father; he had a hole where his heart used to be.

His eyes were still closed as he looked peaceful, next to him was the blade that had been snatched by unworthy blood and used against him in his last moments. On the hilt it has the inscription "Coeur Noir". I picked it up and noticed the power that seemed to radiate through me as I held it,

'This blade will stain itself with unworthy blood.

This sword is an extension of me, and I am an extension of it.

I am reborn anew to cleanse the world of all the unworthy blood.

My name is Lord Noir and that is my vow.'