SUICIDE JAUNE

Current Beta BY Twisted Fate MK 2

Previous Beta Jacob Rickshaw

There's an old saying in vale. 'Life is beautiful, but Death is lurking in every corner.' But for Jaune Arc, life is simply a bully and death seems to avoid him like the plague. Ever since he was little, his body has been weak. He was small and slow compared to the other kids in his age group, and he spent his early childhood days on a hospital bed.

Everyone in his family has always been a great huntsmen or huntress. It's always been that way, for generation, each were the best of their time with very few people who could claim to be their equals. One weak child like Jaune, who was even weaker than an average child in the family full of talented warrior,s was a massive disgrace to his family's honour. And honor, honor was what Arcs favored above all else.

Even his little sister who was two years younger than him surpassed him in everything she did that he himself failed at. His parents gave up on him and practically abandoned him completely when they realized how pathetic and weak he was. None of his relatives even bothered to look at him at all, if it could be helped. Even after Jaune worked hard in his studies to compensate for his weak body, his sister still beat him easily with her near perfect scores. Like rubbing a wounds with salt, she always came to him to show him how much she achieved.

His parents could only be bothered to take passing glances at his achievements before returning their attention to his little sister. The only one who really looked at him was only his kind grandfather and his perfect little sister, both of which loved him dearly enough to see beyond his frailty and failures.

Life was hard for him, but it was always still tolerable for the young Jaune to bear. But when he was twelve years old, his kind, loving grandfather died in battle protecting a city from Grimm. It was, according to the Arcs, a good death to fall in battle against Humanity's great foe and as such his name was to be celebrated.

It was a huge impact for both of his grandchildren. But a joy for their parents.

In his will, He gave Jaune their family famous Yellow death, The Crocea Mors. The one that was supposed to be owned by the family head. By giving Jaune that sword, it's the same as giving him the position of clan head.

But Jaune's father couldn't careless about some old sword nor family tradition and took the position of clan head. And no one bothered to against it. They all think his grandfather has gone senile and crazy to leave the clan in the hand of a failure like Jaune and took Crocea Mors from Jaune.

After the death of his kind grandfather, All Jaune had left was his little sister. Sure, she was also one of his sources of agony, but she doesn't mean it at all. She could not help it, and Jaune didn't hold it against her. She was just too perfect in everything she did that he doubted he had the same blood running through his veins as her.

But their family couldn't even leave them together. No. They kept her busy with all her private lessons and competitions that she didn't have time to even meet with her big brother anymore like she used to and like he needed. While they took Jaune away to do some menial thing that didn't even make sense for him to be doing. The treatments and drugs, therapies and tests, none of them had any massive effects on him like they had ever promised.

When he was fourteen, He failed at his entrance exam to one of the many fighting schools in Vale, drastically increasing the disappointment and shame of his parents. To make it worse, his little sister skipped grade and entered with the highest score of her class.

He tried, damn it! He studied as much as he could, he even aced the written tests on par with his genius of a sister. But his physical exam ruined everything. It's recorded to be the worst in the school history, even compared to the girls results.

Fed up with his failures, his family finally forced him to drop out and locked him in his room without anyway to contact the outside world, saying that it'll disgrace their family if the world knew about a failure like him and that he should be grateful they didn't just kill him on the spot.

Jaune understand that, but what really hurt him was he's not even allowed to meet with his little sister anymore. Even when his little sister came, they're only allowed to talk with the door between them. Even that much was only at her insistence, his family only allowing it when she threatened to sabotage her own efforts.

Their parents were clearly unhappy with how much his little sister was attached to him. Someone weak like him wasn't any good influence on someone strong like her, or so his family had continued to assert without end. They'd prepared someone to replace him at one point, but his sister broke his legs as soon as he was introduced and threatened more if they tried again. They prepared a fiancé for her, she also broke his legs saying she would never consent to something arranged like that. .

They tried to forcefully separate them at one time, and she became physically violent and threatening. They gave up trying to separate them after that, deciding it to be too much of a gamble. His sister was happy that they had finally stopped, but he was not in the least. After years of living in his own house like a ghost with no one to talk to other than his sister, he concluded that he just couldn't stay in that house any more.

His parents and relatives aside, the reason why he couldn't stay anymore was mainly because of his little sister. Don't get it wrong, he loved her dearly and he knew that she did too. He also didn't mind seeing all of her achievements, as he's proud of her like the rest of his family is because of how splendid she is.

He can't stay because of her admiration to him. That she bound herself to him so fully, enough to threaten her family with her own failure. She has always overestimated him too much, and he had quickly grown afraid that she'll fall from her grace because she followed in her failure brother's steps. He didn't want people to see her as a failure's little sister. He didn't want her to experienced what he has experienced.

He want her talents to bloom and known everywhere in this world. And his existence prevented her to do so. With him around, she won't get to know how big the world is, she won't grow much after she top everyone around here. She's bound to him and that's bad for her. That's why their parents tried to separate them, why they hated him, because their pride is too attached to her to risk such a failure.

He loves her dearly as his only real family left to him in this cruel, twisted world. That's why he had to go, before he destroyed everything good about her. At his seventeenth birthday, when his family went out to celebrate another one of his sister's many achievements, and the servants have all given paid holiday as part of the celebration, leaving him alone in that huge house. Jaune decided to leave. Decided he had to leave, for her own good.

He packed all of his belongings that night and ran away from the house that had locked him away for years. But before he could, there was something else he had to finish first. Something he needed to do before he could move on.

He first went to his sister's room, slipping a letter into their secret place that their grandfather had shown them when he was still alive. He hoped that she still remember that place and will found the letter. The letter contained his apology and reasons why he had to leave. As well as his feelings toward his younger sibling. He didn't know if she'd ever forgiven him for leaving her alone. But he knew it was for her own good.

After placing his letter, he went to the main hall. There, he looked at the collection of weapons hanging on the walls. It all looked cool, new, high-tech and deadly in every facet. But his attention was focused only on the old sword hanging on the wall in the corner of the room, totally out shined by the other weapons in terms of sheer grandeur and sheen.

His Crocea Mors , the last memento from his grandfather. Abandoned by his father and left hanging on the main hall, the Crocea Mors that had slain countless Grimms and enemy from their great-great-great-grandfather in this era are now only used as a decoration. And it hurt Jaune a lot to see it. Especially that the sword was also used by his beloved grandfather and had been meant for him to wield.

Jaune took his sword from the wall, reclaiming what was taken from him and left without a word, considering whether or not he should be worried about hiding his trail. Why bother though? His family won't even notice him gone nor that Crocea Mors was missing for a few days at ;east. Afterall, he was just a failure that the entire family minus his sister tried to forget and it was an old decorative sword left on the wall to rust.

And when they noticed, will they even try to search for him? No, if anything they'll be happy that the failure is gone and will die horribly in the outside world without shaming the Arc name any longer.

But Jaune didn't plan to die without doing anything of worth, if he could help it at least. He did live on the street for a few months, but he didn't die there like a rat. Although he did have to take to living like a rat.

He tried to survive with everything he had before he managed to forge his transcript and applied to all the boarding school in Vale, trying to get aways as far as he can. But out of all academy he applied to, only one replied to him to any extent.

The prestigious Beacon Academy.

He couldn't contain his excitement at the thought of going there. He thought that maybe he could learn to be better there, he thought he could finally become a better man there, he even dared to think he could be a hero that could walk back into his household with honor and earn his family's love.

But he was wrong, just like he always had been and felt he always would be. Going to Beacon was not the thing to make his life better in any way. He's still bullied, looked down by everyone and the worst failure in Beacon history, a shame upon the establishment and his team.

The only difference is that he has friends now. Ones that he think he doesn't deserve to have, constantly pulling them down with his failings and weakness. All of his friends are way better than him and each are special on their own way, excelling in combat and study alike with next to no problem.

Ruby his first female friend and best friend is a child prodigy, the cutest and most adorable girl he ever saw. Weiss is an heiress to the most well known and biggest dust company in of the most gracefull, smart and beautiful girl he has ever met. And the one he gave his heart to, though she rejected as he deserved. Blake is a cool beauty who excels in stealth and reminds him a lot of those female spies he saw in the movies. Yang is a very strong brawler that could crush anyone she met if they'd proven foolish enough to hurt her, not to mention a total beauty and a bombshell on top of that. She also had that cool bike that could go incredibly fast, her pride and joy.

Pyrrha is an undefeatable champion whose appearance was plastered on a cereal box for her accomplishments. A really kind and gentle lady you could sometimes mistook for a mother with all her motherly features, constantly caring for those around her. Nora is an incredible, unique, but innocent lady who's arguably the strongest in terms of pure, physical strength among the first year class. Can make a mountain of pancakes disappeared in seconds and fight an Ursa Major. And Ren is the best brother one can ever ask for. A master at martial arts and aura manipulations. Last time he checked it he's also a champion at DDR championships in Vale.

All of his friends are good, wonderful and amazing people. And him?

A resident fool, and a walking failure. The very definition of what huntsman and huntresses are not meant to be. All the insults and mockery about him not deserving to be a leader were all true, down to a tee. Miss Glynda Said it, Cardin said it, some random bystanders had said it, and even his crush said it.

He knows that doesn't deserve to be a leader, if anything it was supposed to be Pyrrha who became a leader. Or maybe Ren, even Nora was way better choice than him. People in Beacon thought he was just a happy go lucky guy who's doesn't care about anything around him in the slightest. But they're wrong. So very desperately wrong. Jaune is a really emotional guy who tends to hold everything to himself, bottling it inside of himself.

He discovered that he had a severe case of motion sickness, he awakened an ancient Deathstalker at initiation, endangering the lives of his friends. His training with Pyrrha doesn't show any results worthy of note. Being locked up in his room for years made him far inferior to Pyrrha's level and rendered what he could learn limited. His grade is at dead last, in battle he's nothing but death weight, the girl he liked ignored him at best and froze him out regularly, a new guy took her entire attention and he'd been knocked out in two hits with a flying turkey.

His depression combined with his cowardly and pessimistic nature piled up since his childhood finally forcing himself to his limit. He had been struggling for all of his life without any results, and no matter how he tried to not give up he still reached a point where he just can't take it anymore.

He had resolved to try like everyone else, he'd fought like everyone else, he gave his all in everything he did. He studied hard all day, but there's just one thing he lacks.

Because he doesn't have it, his parents ignored him.

Because he doesn't have it, his family threw him away.

Because he doesn't have it, he was forced to forge his transcript to go to Beacon, and barely even did that right.

Because he doesn't have it, everyone ridiculed him all his life.

Because he doesn't have it, he endangered his comrades life over and over again. It was a wonder they had survived this long at that.

Talent.

Many say, just work harder than anyone! Don't ever give up! Do that and you'll climb high no matter what. But you still need a talent to do so. Some people claimed that they're talentless, but managed to get stronger with hard work alone.

That's exactly their talent though. A talent for hard working was a talent in and of itself. A talent of strength and endurance. You need a talent, any talent, to sit as a foundation upon which you could build your castle. No matter how much hard work you do if your foundation is too weak it'll just all crumbled down, wasted up. Or in some case, you'll destroy yourself. The most powerful looking, impressive castle could fall without any chance if it stood on sand.

Look at Ruby for example. She said herself that she was total garbage before her uncle took her under his wing and trained her into a spinning red death machine.. How long ago was that? Two years? Three years?

Just Look at her now! She outmatched almost everyone in the first year, maybe even a couple of the more senior students. If that's not talent, then what? Hard work? Get real. Then why did he, who did everything he could all of his life, fail to even beat a normal bully? He was cursed since birth to be wimpy all of his life. His early sickly self had doomed him to be pathetic for life, forever weak and inept.

He doesn't hate his friends. Not even one bit. If anything he hated himself for being such a failure and talentless. Everyone, no matter how strong, has their limits. And after a long struggle, Jaune Arc has finally reached his.

His heart finally giving up after his last attempt to confess his feelings to Weiss only to see her asking the handsome boy they met just the day before. They just met, and his advances were really similar to him. What next? He's going to sing for her and she'll love it?

Jaune had enough of it.

He know that everyone has their own share of a story, but at the very least they can fight back or try getting strong by all that hardship. But not him, he doesn't even have a chance to fight back nor a chance to get stronger before he gets annihilated. And he's fed up with it.

So he took the last option to fight this unfair life. One last option that anyone can take, no matter how strong or weak. One last option he never thought nor considered before, even in his darkest days. But now, it's the only one left to him.

To die, by his own hand. He had considered going into the forest to die in battle but that would lead to his team eventually following him, and risking themselves as a result. But this was for the best, the best combination he could hope for.

His little sister won't need to look up to such a failure like him anymore, nor worry after him constantly like she always did. His family could finally stop pretending he was never there as he would be dead, and suicide would at least somewhat reduce his shame and theirs. His friends won't need to be embarrassed and annoyed by him anymore, as leader or otherwise. His team can get a better teammate and a leader who could truly lead them.

They won't be dragged down by him anymore, ever., Everything will be just fine or maybe even better without him around to ruin it all.

He took Crocea Mors, and put it on his wrist. Despite it's being already over a century old in age, the sword is still as sharp as the day it was forged. Even slicing down an army of Grimm like a searing knife through butter will not be a problem for it. The problem is just him, the wielder, the one that will soon ended by itself. He knows that his grandfather will be disappointed in him, That his sister will be sad, and he doesn't know how many of his friend will cry at his funeral, if he got one.

He knows his choice is wrong, or at least that his friends will see it as such. But he just can't take it anymore, and knows it will be for the better for them. Just like leaving his sister as he had done, he was doing what was best.

Jaune took a deep breath once again and let it out slowly, steeling his resolve. "Alright, here goes nothing…"

And with that, he slit up across wrist.