Author's notes: I do not own RWBY in anyway shape or form. This a fanfiction and the work of fanfiction and original characters are property of myself. This disclaimer will only be present on this first chapter.

Chapter One

"I use to think that kindness would lead me to happiness. Yet all it has wrought is despair."

Life was normal. Cars would drive along, taking detours where necessary due to road works. A salt smelling breeze accompanied by the sound of construction work. Business trying to continue to making a living admits a redevelopment project. The boardwalk had less hustle and bustle that I should for one by the beach front.

A young adult male drove up to the nearest parking space of the boardwalk. With a fast few clicks from the handbrake the car came to a complete halt. The man looked into his reverse mirror, adjusting it to his face. What greeted the mirror was dark circle eyes, a sign of an immense amount of poor sleep, adoring a face that had nose length bangs swept upright and back down in a sort of wave on one side. A pair of glasses framing his brown eyes.

With a deep breath and a sigh, he rose from his seat and exiting the car. The sea air rushing to meet him. "Another windy day" he let out sighing once more. Slowly he walked unenthusiastically down the boardwalk. "One… two…three… and good morning," he'd shout putting on a fake smile to the waitresses of the restaurant.

After a few hellos and mornings, the young man walked over to the bar of 100 seat restaurant. He placed one hand on the bar and followed it around, until at least he was on the other side of it. From there he reached down into a draw below a coffee machine. Inside the draw was an apron.

"Calm down… just… another few… days" he whispered to himself, the whole sentence feeling forced and almost like a mantra. Closing his eyes, he raised the apron and put it on. 'Seven years this makes it now… will things ever get better,' he thought to himself.

The day was gone in a flash, a bright morning turning into a desolate night. "Another quite day I guess," he would whisper. Packing up the restaurant did not take long and soon enough he was home. Work however was not done, as he began pulling up accounting software for the said restaurant. He entered the hours of the staff that had worked for the last fortnight.

His eyes hesitantly looked to the fortnights profits and his number of hours. The number that greeted him was 160. In two weeks he had worked himself yet again to breaking point. He sighed. "Guess another pay cycle I'll go without pay… I wish I had never met my ex," he said to no one aloud, a tear rolling down his cheek.

The thought of his ex, brought memories up, painful ones. Memories of a girl he fell for, memories of how scared he was when the girl was in hospital, how he had bought her gifts and been there during and after the surgery. The times he had fought family for the girl.

It was valentines that broke his heart. Playing mini golf and having fun with the girl ended badly due to heat stroke. The nights plan ruined. Sitting at a train station to see her off, he gave her a gift that he intended for to give in the evening. A beautiful silver heart pendant. The words that would haunt him for a while and spread doubt in their relationship came next. "You know jewellers just rip you off with stuff," she had said. Days later she broke up with him via text saying she no longer had the same feelings. Two years gone... again.

He shook his head trying to get over the memory. "Bed time I guess," he let out with another sigh moving to another room and standing at the door. The room smelt wet, a reminder of water damage from the flood that happened two months ago. The kitchen above the room burst a pipe destroying the room beneath and its contents, his room.

"the world hates me doesn't it… I can't even get the insurance," he cried breaking down against the wall before falling asleep. "If only… I could have… a do over… I'd… kill… my emotions… and not let anyone hurt me… or take… from…. Me" he muttered out drifting to sleep. In the sleep, loud coughing was heard by the neighbours.

After several days of missing work shifts, a missing person report was made. The police turned up at the house and found his body. An autopsy revealed pneumonia from all the wet walls and ceiling. Needless to say the insurance company that had refused to fix the damages was taken to court by his family.

"A do over eh? Where is the fun of that cursed one? It's time to wake, and begin the cycle a new," several voice let out in unison.

(First person POV)

My eyes slowly drifted open. I was on the floor… no… the cold and moist earthen road. My left eye had no vision. My head tilted to the right aligning to the ground. My cheek pressed up closing the eye against the dirt. But with my right eye I caught an unusual sight. Buildings, but they were… for lack of a better word choice… third world shacks. I could also see plumes of smoke in the distance, from what looked like factories.

I felt three twitches as a car drove along the road I laid on. The wheel just missing my body, the gleaming silver caps on the tyre wheels briefly showing my face, but it was different. I had two brown and black tipped ears. They reminded me of a lynx cat. But the ears were the least of my concern as I had witnessed what looked like a broken nose and bruises all over my face.

I tried to move my body but I felt no drive or energy behind my movements other than a weak twitching of something protruding from tail bone. I couldn't see what it was but logic dictates it's probably a tail of some sort. A rumble from my stomach was the last worldly stimulus I had before passing out on the road. A place where I was sure to meet a car again.

(Third person POV)

The same car drove through the Faunus slums leaving the factory once again. A Schnee family crest on the side of the car and the factory. An elderly man with a white moustache was angry in the car. "Damn these filthy animals… can't even work properly," he shouted in the confines of his seat. The Faunus scapegoat he had set up at the factory had been killed by the white fang as a traitor to his kind.

"Without a Faunus to direct the workers, with your orders and what not with compensation. Dust mining and manufacturing will decrease significantly sir," a woman in the car said.

"I know... I know! DAMNIT," the man shouted looking out the window. He spotted the filthy and likely orphaned brat on the side of the road again. Moved slightly from this morning. "STOP THE CAR!" he shouted before opening the door. "Miss… Altria, retrieve the kid, educate him and we will use him as our scapegoat, to stop the miners from rebelling and ruining our profits," he let out. "Oh and you have one week or your fired," he added.

"Yes Mr Schnee," was all that was said.

- One day later (First person POV) -

I awoke to an unfamiliar room. It was… very white. The bed I was in was equally as white. But the room was devoid of much else, barely enough room to 2 single beds in. Sitting up from the bed I could feel my body ache.

Suddenly a door opened opposite to me. A girl or should I say lady holding a clip board entered the room. Her most notable features were her black business suit, black glasses and light blue hair. "One… Mr …?" she let out as if expecting or demanding my name.

"My name? its…. Sasha…. No last name" I let out not wanting to be associated with my parents. Now usually I'd believe that she was a doctor or nurse… apart from the fact that she was wearing business attire saying otherwise.

"Well then Sasha… you are now employed by the Schnee dust cooperation. Should you choose to not do as you are told, the dust filled collar on your neck will release a painful electric shock" she said as a matter of fact.

"WHAT!? Your joking!?" I shouted standing up quickly and approaching her.

"And that's close enough Sasha," she let out before the collar zapped me for getting to close. I convulsed on the ground as it kept the current going through my throat. I was in agony. Then it stopped.

"Your job Sasha will be to relay our orders to your fellow Faunus and keep them under control. In exchange you will be fed every 2nd day and accommodation provided. This is non-negotiable. Should you try to explain you are being black mailed or forced to work the Schnee dust co-operation, the collar will release fire dust into your system causing the destruction of your organs. Your training begins in 3 hours. I shall see you then," she calmly said before leaving the room, the door closing behind her.

"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING YOU CRAZY BIT!?" I tried to shout but was cut off by an electric shock, as I was brought to the floor yet again.

After a few minutes I pulled myself to my feet. I rubbed my face and in turn through my hair, until my hands felt those ears I felt before. They darted down to my butt feeling a long bushy tail, my eyes darting to it.

"What the hell!?" Was all I could shout for the next 3 hours.

Author's notes: Well there we have chapter one. Hope we liked it. This story will and is a self-insert to a degree. However, I will not be doing the whole cheat mode on my character thing. He will get hurt, and a lot, more than once. Anyhow feedback is appreciated. Hate not so much.

Thanks for reading.