Ozpin was no stranger to mysteries. He himself was one in the eyes of others, and he was one they wouldn't be able to figure out for a very long time.

But what was on the old wizards mind at the moment, was the mystique of Jaune Arc.

The boy was the son of George and Isabelle Arc. His grandfather was a rarity of a blacksmith, named Godo. He was notoriously difficult to find given his hermit like tendencies, but if found, and persuaded correctly, he would be able to make weapons, armors, and other gear that would be unmatched by any other blacksmith.

The issue wasn't with his ancestry, but with what it was that made Jaune... well Jaune.

All seven of his sisters where accomplished in various fields based on their family line.

The three oldest where designers for various different clothing stores that where well known around remnant, and specifically the oldest of the three, Jolyne, was gifted with a strange semblence that allowed her to make anything she wanted to into cloth, while it retained all of it's qualities. He should know, Tayang's own vest was made of reinforced steel, with a thin kevlar lining on the inside.

The other four where either huntresses, or weapon designers with many noticeable feats. Especially when they cane together to create the revolver Ironwood wielded. They by themselves are simple at best, but when together, they are a force to be reckoned with.

But what of Jaune? He wasn't anything special. In fact, the only reason Ozpin let him enter Beacon was because he had untapped potential. He just didn't know that his current skill was as bad as it was. Even the youngest of the Arc siblings, prior to training, could swing any weapon with some semblance of skill. Jaune however, swung as if he was raised as a pacifist and was suddenly given that weapon and told 'Good Luck' by his parents.

But that's one of the mysteries about this student, aside form the strange fact that his soul seamed to be made up of different fragments. Guess that should have been addressed first, huh?

Jaune Arc. leader of team JNPR, the only son in the Arc family and wielder of Crocea Moors. He was feeling conflicted with himself lately. He could barely focus in class because of it, and he was being sent to the infirmary more often. That last one was more his own fault. His attitude had started to become a bit more, reactionary to certain situations; more specifically, bullies of any kind. Even the fourth years where assaulted by him for bothering anyone, especially Faunus. He'd even had a cast on his shield hand for about a month for that, but it didn't matter to him.

He didn't give in to it though, and was immediately back to it after the cast came off. There was another problem however; he didn't feel comfortable with himself whatsoever.

His team and sister team RWBY, where already headed to the cafeteria for dinner. They wanted to head to Vale, but every team needed to wait until the new, more relaxed schedules where announced. So he stood there in the bathroom of his teams dorm room, looking at himself, trying to figure out what it was he thought was wrong. He inspected himself, looking at every curve and small battle scars he had on his body.

"Guess I could do better..." Not much to look at, but not bad. "Jaw-line isn't so bad..." This wasn't self deprecating nit-picking wasn't really on his mind, nor was it a sexuality or gender related crisis. He was who he was, and he was content with it. He would be the same if any of that changed, but this was more of a 'Different Person In A Different Body' sort of deal.

He looked deep into the mirror, staring at his own eyes and not noticing them become a bit darker. He ran his fingers through his his hair and hummed slightly. It felt... off being like this, but it was the way it was. It did feel greasy though. He chuckled and turned the water on. He waited for a bit before stepping in and letting the warm water fall over him. He washed his hair slowly, still thinking about himself. He could build a himself up a bit more. Sure he had some muscle, but that wasn't really the point.

It took him some time to step out and dry himself off. The entire bathroom was a sauna by that point, and he could barely see himself. He could still hear though and heard that everyone had come back early. Someone knocked on the door.

"Jaune? We're back! I brought you some dinner!" He smiled and pushed his hair as he buttoned up his shirt.

"Nora, please don't knock so hard. You'll break the door again."

"I'm coming!" He unlocked the door, and stepped out. If he was able to see from their perspective, it would have been a bit more... cinematic. The amount of steam blocking him, and only making a silhouette visible, was strangely suspenseful. And that suspense paid off as he revealed himself to everyone. Their mouths hung open slightly at what they saw.

"Wow. Liking the new look, Lady-Killer. But did you have to do the eyebrows?" He looked at her confused.

"What do you mean?" Ruby giggled slightly and pulled some of his hair down for him to see.

"This."

"Wait... what?" He walked back into the bathroom and cleaned the mirror, allowing himself to see his reflection. He stared at his hair, and ran his fingers through it. He pushed it back once again as if by instinct. "Huh..."

He shrugged and accepted it, although some part of him wanted to panic. But this was not the case. In fact, he much more comfortable than anything, and that strange feeling in his gut was no longer there. Besides, he lived in a world where a fifteen year old wields a massive scythe and where creatures made of pure evil feast on negative emotions. This is nothing new.

He sat down and ate the food Nora brought, not really minding the stares he was getting. "So, did you guys get the new Schedule?"

Ozpin felt a very comfortable change in the air. It felt as if everything was right with the world. When was the last time he had felt something like this? Oh right, a brief student of his had the uncanny, yet natural ability to calm everyone around him with a simple smile. It wasn't a semblance or anything of the sort, it was just the way he was, his natural charisma that brought everyone together.

His eyebrows furrowed when he learned about his disappearance. The boy was such a rare wonder in this world too, and it was amazing to find someone to pass his teachings to as well. Not everyone had the gift the boy did. But he was gone. And until he returned, those rare lessons would be kept to himself. Ozpin walked down the hall, humming a tune he made up on the spot. He wondered how Glynda was doing in her free time?

"No Nora, I didn't dye it. I'm pretty sure it's natural" He turned to his left, spotting a mop of hair with a very familiar shade of blue. His eyes widened in surprise and he strode forward. Was this really him? Only one way to find out.

"Johnathan?"

Jaune froze at the mention of that name. That name sounded familiar to him, had he heard it before? Maybe he had, it was a small world after all, and the chances of ever running into someone with the same name as another person he knew was very likely. But the way it was said, he couldn't place a finger on it, but it felt brotherly and full of respect not really hear before. Jaune slowly turned around, still trying to figure out the name being called, until he came face to face with Ozpin himself, staring him in confusion. He froze and stuttered for a moment, trying to find his words.

"H-Headmaster! D-didn't see you there, hehe..." Ruby was confused by Jaune's sudden change in attitude towards the headmaster of Beacon. There was never really and nervous tone in his voice whenever they spoke, whether it was in private or in a team meeting. Ozpin WAS doubling as the school psychologist so there was that little factor. But he was as nervous as she was when meeting old teachers, or her grandparents, or her dad when she had the talk- scratch that last one. Bottom line, Jaune was being weirder than he usually was, and that was bizarre.

"I-... I apologize, mister Arc. for a moment you looked like someone I knew." He took a sip and acknowledged his usually blonde student's change as simply hair dye. Although he noticed something odd about him that caught his attention. "Did you have to dye your eyebrows too?" Jaune's response was to groan and hide his face in his hands in irritation. Yang patted his back sympathetically.

"Lady- Killer here says he didn't dye it."

"Because I didn't!" He crossed his arms, sending her a playful glare before messing his hair up a bit. "It just changed into this." Ozpin hummed and kept his narrowed gaze on Jaune. He noticed and looked away, feeling a bit uncomfortable before Nora broke the sudden silence.

"Hey, Headmaster, who's Johnathan?"

Had to change a few things here. Second chapter is on it's way, but will be released after the final chapter of "Boiling Man" if uploaded.

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