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Chapter 1: Be Bec Noir

You... can't quite be "Bec" Noir. Didn't you read the summary!? You can however, be *Jack* Noir, bit I'm guessing as long as you are a Noir, you're satisfied.

Your eyes- er, eye, snaps open and you sit up. Something feels off. You still have one eye, one arm and one sword through your chest- nothing out of the ordinary there. Or is there? It takes you a moment to see it in the dark of the night, but your skin is a diffrent color! It's no longer your natural obsidian-black, but white... not Prospitian white, but white nonetheless. It was almost, pink. No there's gotta be a less offensive color to describe it. Think... oh, yes, tan.

You finally decide to observe your surroundings, seeing hat you're in one of those human cities: stone-ish floor and many small business buildings around, each with conveniently reflective windows. You view your reflection in the window, to find you look human! Except you're pretty sure humans don't have dog ears and bird wings. You quickly glance down at your hand to confirm your Ring of Power is still there. It is. Unfortunately that stupid harlequin outfit was back. You'd have to rip it again... shame too, it ripped so perfectly the first time. On the other hand(stump) you can go another day without having to see a naked human. Maybe you'd make a man-skirt out of the lower half of it... like what PM did.

Wait... PM? Your brain hurts to try and remember anything not directly related to yourself... but for some reason the initials PM stick out like a sore thumb. Someone you fought recently? A rival? Love interest maybe? Bleh, the thought of love makes your stomach churn.

Anyways, you're plucked out of your thoughts by the sound of glass breaking. The source of the sound, some goon who was just thrown from a store, came from a shop called "Dust till Dawn".

"Great." You think aloud. "Some bloodshed will get my mind off this."

You pull the sword from your chest and stand. You've never really questioned how that doesn't hurt... your best guess is that the blade is part of you. You wouldn't hurt yourself, would you? You run towards the action as more goons are thrown out the broken window... but then a girl in a red cape jumps out as well. She then pulls something from her back that expands into a Scythe, and you stop.

You have to admit, this girl's got some good moves.

After *ahem* briefly being shocked by this girl's skill, you realize that she's already taken out all the goons, and the boss has come out to play. The man was weairing a white suit and hat, and had red hair. He pointed his cane at the girl (and you, as she was standing in between you and him), and you inwardly pray it doesn't turn into a gun. And whatdaya know, it's a cane-gun... close enough. He throws some kind of red crystal at Red and shoots it with his cane-gun.

The resulting explosion absolutely wrecks your enhanced senses and leaves you dazed for a while. By the time you get up, there's a flying machine above you and there's a battle going on on a nearby roof. You're a bit ticked that the guy had the guts to pull that over on you and decide to repay the favor.

You jump towards the flying machine and slice it clean down the middle! Then, you stick the landing on the building. Man you love being awesome. On the roof you now are on, is Red and another woman who looks like a school teacher. Before anyone could say anything however, you begin to feel tired... something that's never happened before, the ring-

You look down at your ring. The intangible orbs around it have stopped moving, and the ring itself has lost its shimmer. You collapse unconscious.

You really hate being unconscious.

Be Glynda Goodwitch

Your day just got a lot more frustrating. What was supposed to be a rutine patrol around the commercial district of Vale quickly became a fight and a whole lot of paperwork. Not only do you have to deal with Miss Rose, but also this... thing that destroyed a Bullhead in a single attack. You got off easy with Ruby though, as Ozpin saw this as an opportunity to "recruit" her. As he did that, you were left with the thing. It looked Faunus, but Faunus normally have a single trait of a single animal. This had traits of multiple animals, not to mention it's weapon... which seemed to show up on life-scans as a part of the thing.

The first 30 or so minutes were spent just waiting for it to get up. Finally it did and you could interrogate it.

"Where am I." Were the first words out of it's mouth. It said them like a demand, not a question.

"Vale police department." You say. You truthfully just want to get the night over with. "You, have no records at all. You don't show up on any security footage, nor do you have any fingerprints... but most of all, you did this."

You tap the Scroll on the table in front of him, bringing up a picture of the Bullhead wreckage.

"So my question is, who are you?" You lean in close, but his expression doesn't waver.

"You want to know if I'm an enemy, don't you?" It asked. "Well I can tell you this: I'm to be feared."

"Your name." You demand.

"Call me Bec Noir."

First chapter done!

First off, let me say that I hardcore ship Bec Noir and PM, but due to the sake of this fanfiction, Noir will be part of no romance! Mostly because I don't know how to write romance.

This is a what-if story, and completely non-canon. I own neither series... if I did, they'd both be pretty unpopular and a lot less characters would've died.