Author's Note:

I mentioned in the story description that this was going to be dark, sweet, innocent and would have sex scenes. Well, the Prologue was dark, and the sex scenes will be coming later. Sorry, but for this chapter and the next few chapters, you guys will be dealing with some sweet and innocent scenes. Mainly because I just want you guys to actually connect and feel something for the characters.

Beacon will be in about 4-5 chapters. Until then, you'll be reading about Jaune's past.

P.S. I've made it so that the village of Answer is in Mistral, which has things in common with Earth's Japan. As such, sometimes they use Japanese words from time-to-time. (I thought it'd be cuter).N

Glossary:

Neechan: Big Sister

Niichan: Big Brother

Kawaii: Cute

Otouto: Little Brother

Enjoy!


Jaune Arc opened his eyes.

The 6-year-old lay in his bed, staring up at a picturesque blue sky. White, puffy clouds dotted the scene alongside a yellow sun which bathed it all in a glow.

….The whole thing was fake, of course. The reason why it was such a picturesque scene was because it was actually a mural which had been painted onto his ceiling. Jaune had spent lots of time staring up at it and imagining that he was actually outdoors.

At that moment the only thing you could see of him was his little blonde-haired head as the rest of him was tucked away under the sheets. His face was a little paler than normal but was common among little kids who stayed indoors often.

You'd never realize that he'd been a sickly boy since he was born.

Not from the color of his skin, anyway. It was only until you took a closer look that you'd realize he was practically half a head shorter than kids his age should've been. Jaune Arc couldn't remember a day where he hadn't felt weak, tired and a little sick. His parents kept him inside the house for the most part, always afraid that something would happen to him if he was left alone. There was one exception though.

"Jaune? You in there?"

The 6-year-old Arc sat up against the headboard. Already starting to feel cold, he also gathered up the blankets and wrapped them around himself. "I'm here, Saph-neechan." He called out.

The door opened and in stepped his 2nd older sister, Saphron Arc. She had blonde hair which was so dark that it almost brown, along with blue eyes that were almost purple. The 8-year-old Arc was wearing brown pants, a sleeveless orange shirt with a sleeveless white vest on top.

Walking into her little brother's room, the first thing she saw was Jaune sitting up against the headboard, with his blankets wrapped all around him like a cocoon. Before she knew it, she had already dashed to the side of the bed. "Jaune, are you ok? Are you sick? You know, we don't have to go out today. We can stay inside, if you want."

"Neechan," He whined back with a pout. "I want to go outside. It's boring staying inside all day."

Saphron bit her lip. "Ok," She reluctantly agreed. "But only for a little while, ok?

"Yay! You're the best, neechan!" Jaune yelled out happily, hugging her.

Saphron looked down at her younger brother with a warm smile, before she spoke up with a firm tone. "Don't forget to put on a jacket, Jaune." His older sister strode towards his closet. Sliding the door open, Saphron eyed the selection for a good few seconds before grabbing the one that looked like it'd be the warmest. She walked back and handed it to Jaune.

The younger Arc giggled. "Neechan, you worry too much. It's not even that cold outside, anyway."

"Oh yeah?" Saphron said, poking her brother's forehead with her index finger playfully. "And how do you know that, mister? You haven't even gone outside yet."

"Because Saph-neechan is wearing sleeveless stuff. It can't be that cold out there."

She looked down at her outfit before looking back up at her kid brother, who had a smug grin on his face. "Alright, smartypants!" Saphron said, ruffling up Jaune's light-blonde hair, making extra sure that it was completely messy.

"Neechan! My hair!"

"That's what you get for being such a smartypants! Now, I'll be back in a minute, ok? You're still putting on the jacket, though."

"Aw!" Jaune still nodded to her as she left though, straightening out his hair into something less weird-looking. The door softly closed shut.

It hadn't even been closed for a split second before it slammed back open as a little creature with a mop of equally light blonde hair as Jaune's dashed in at full speed and jumped onto Jaune's bed.

"Niichan!" It yelled out.

Knowing what was going to happen as soon as his door had been slammed open, Jaune already had his arms outstretched and ready to catch his 4-year-old little sister before she could even jump. His arms shook with the effort of catching her, his hands automatically going to the back of her head as they cradled around her protectively.

The only son of the Arc family swore that he practically had a heart attack every time she did this. And he was 6!

"Ru, you can't keep jumping like that!" He chided her. "You're a big girl now, getting taller and heavier too. One day Niichan won't be able to catch you anymore."

"But Niichan always catches me! Always!" The youngest daughter of the Arc family gave the biggest, toothy grin that her 4-year-old self could give. "Niichan's bigger. So Niichan's always going to catch me!"

Jaune sighed a little inside even as he chuckled. Those big, dark-blue eyes staring back at him were always so full of belief in him that he could never bring himself to tell her that there was even a possibility that it wasn't true. "Yep, that's right. Niichan's always going to protect you, Ru." There was a loud, "Ew!" as he gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Can you do something for me, Ru?" He asked.

"Ru can do EVERYTHING!" The 4 year old declared, with her fists on her hips.

He smiled. "You mean anything, Ru."

"Yeah! Ru can do ANY-EVERYTHING!"

….Well, she was only 4, so Jaune knew that she didn't have to get it right, right then and there.

"Since you can do any-everything, can you do something for me?"

She nodded, her eyes glowing with a "Leave it to me!" aura.

"Can you go into my closet and get me something to wear?"

"Leave it to me!" Ru practically screamed out as she happily dashed off his bed and to his closet. "Picking sutuff for Niichan, picking stuff for Niichan!" She sang out.

Jaune winced. His sister was already showing signs of being amazing at singing even at the age of 4. There was only one problem...

"Picking stuff for Niichan!" Out flew his red shirt, a pair of his blue pants quickly flying out and joining it in a pile right outside the closet. 'Picking stuff for Niichan! It's not like picking your nose, cuz I'm so cool!"

The songs that his younger sister, Cerulean "Ru" Arc, made up were always weird! He honestly couldn't think of even one song that she'd sung that was normal!

A blue shirt flew out like a missile, followed by a green one, another red, and two pink shirts. By this point, Jaune's floor was practically littered with clothes all over.

'It's fine. I'll be fine with whatever she chooses.' He thought to himself. 'As long as it's not black or grey. DEFINITELY not GREY.'

It was something the whole family still hadn't picked up on. He HATED the color gray. He didn't know why, but he just HATED it! Anytime his parents had gotten him a gray or black shirt, he'd thrown it to the back of his closet and never looked at it again. Looking at the growing pile of colorful clothes that were all over his floor, he couldn't help but be worried that she might actually pick one of those colors.

"Niichan! I got it!" Ru yelled out, her arms raised in victory, a yellow shirt with the family crest in white over the left breast, and brown pants tightly clutched in both fists.

Jaune let out a sigh of relief, smiling at his little sister who was holding onto his clothes proudly. The 6-year-old held out his hands towards Ru. "Can you pass it over here?"

Quick as a whistle, she practically bounded over, splitting apart the sea of clothes that had formed on the floor of his room. Ru grinned as she handed them over, her smile so wide that he could actually see her sparkling teeth.

"Thank you, Ru." He rubbed the top of her head, feeling his little sister's soft hair tickle his palm.

"Told you. Ru can do any-everything!"

Pulling his old shirt over his head, Jaune made sure to fold it neatly and plopped it on his bedside table before putting on the bright yellow t-shirt his sister had gotten him.

….Although to be honest, with how crazy his room now looked with numerous piles of clothes strewn about, it wouldn't have made a difference if he had just tossed it somewhere.

'Now the only thing left is…' Jaune's eyes went to the pair of brown pants that sat on his bed next to the jacket that Saph had left for him. 'Yeeeeah, this is gonna be a little hard.'

"Niichan?" A pair of dark-blue eyes stared at him worriedly. "Something wrong? Did Ru mess up?"

Ru's eyes heated up, and she could feel them getting a little wet. She didn't want her Niichan to be mad at her. Ru had done her best and found him the best, bestest, stuff to wear!

Jaune acted quickly, moving on that supernatural instinct that all older siblings have which tells them that their younger siblings were about to cry. "No no no, Ru! You did a great job. Niichan loves them, see?" He grabbed the pair and gave them a big kiss, with really exaggerated kissing sounds.

"Ew!" His sister said before starting to laugh, now nowhere near close to crying. "Niichan is so weird!"

"Hey!" He yelled out playfully. "Say, Ru, Niichan's gonna go out with Saph-neechan soon. Can you go make some strawberry milk and bottle it up for me?"

"On it!"

As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, Jaune's smile dropped as he took another look at the pants in his hands. There was no way he was going to try doing this in front of his little sister, especially not when she still had the "Niichan can do anything!" look in her eyes.

…..

A few minutes later, the door opened as his older sister Saphron came in with a worn, yet comfortable looking wheelchair.

She took one look at the gigantic mess that his room had been reduced to and arched an eyebrow. "Ru?"

"Ehe...she was trying to help me with something?" He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. The younger Arc had already gotten changed and was wearing the coat that Saph had picked out for him.

The 8-year-old shrugged. "It's fine, Jaune. I'll clean it up later."

"Sorry, neechan."

"I already said it's ok, Jaune. Don't worry about it." Saphron said with a cheery smile. "Anything for my cute little brother." She teased.

"Neechan!" The six year old hid his burning cheeks by pulling his bedsheets up higher to cover his face. "I'm not cute."

The older blonde just laughed back in response.

Moving several piles of clothes, Saphron was able to quickly make a path for the wheelchair to get to Jaune's bed. "Alright, Jaune. Let's get you into the chair."

The younger Arc moved the bedsheets off of himself, before picking up each leg one at a time with his hands and moving to the edge of the bed.

That's right. Jaune Arc couldn't move his legs.

At least, he couldn't move his legs like everyone else could. Obviously he could just move them if he picked them up and manually moved them.

Jaune Arc was a medical anomaly. He'd felt absolutely nothing from his legs ever since he could remember but the doctors couldn't find out why. They'd done scans of his brain, and found that it was completely normal. His brain sent and received signals from his legs. There was nothing physically wrong with them either. Technically speaking, his legs should've been able to move and even support his weight if he'd been able to stand.

...Actually, the fact that there was nothing physically wrong with his legs was weird in itself! Considering the fact that he'd never used them, Jaune's legs should've been thin, weak with so little muscle that it could've been snapped like a twig. Somehow though, his legs remained in almost perfect shape, as if he was just a normal boy.

It was something that the doctors couldn't explain. Their only hope was that the paralysis would somehow just pass as he grew older. After all, initially, Jaune hadn't even been able to move any part of his arms either until he was around a year old.

Not that he knew that, since Jaune's earliest memories were from when he was around 3.

Jaune waved away Saphron's help.

The older Arc looked at him with worried eyes. "Jaune…"

"It's ok, neechan. I got this!"

Under the worried gaze of his older sister, Jaune grabbed the armrests of the chair and lifted himself over, before twisting around and sitting down comfortably. "See? Told you I could do it!" He grinned.

She just looked at her brother with an arched eyebrow. "You know it would've been faster for me to do it, right?"

"Hmph!" The younger Arc crossed his arms and turned his head away. "I wanted to do it."

Saphron smirked. "Oh, no! My kawaii otouto. Not the pout, anything but the pout!" She said dramatically.

Jaune's cheeks reddened and he mumbled something.

"What was that, my cute little brother?" That was all the warning she gave before she launched into a vicious tickle attack!

Her little brother burst into giggles as he bent in half, trying to stop her. "Neechan!" The light blonde-haired Arc called out in-between giggles. "Neechan! I said I'm not pouting, I'm not pouting!"

The dark blonde-haired Arc stopped.

Which was right when Saphron's only other younger sibling popped up, a water bottle full of strawberry milk in hand. "Niichan, I got your drink!" The youngest Arc said, a toothy grin on her face.

The smile faltered when she saw her older sister Saphron's stern face. "Cerulean," Their older sister said slowly.

Ru's breath caught in her chest, her eyes were already getting hot and wet. She was scared! Big sis only called her that when she was mad!

"Did you do this," Saphron gestured around them at the room which looked like a tornado had hit and scattered clothes all around. "to your Niichan's room?"

Ru looked, and it was like she was seeing it for the first time. Her Niichan's room was a mess, and it was all her fault! "I-I only w-wanted," Ru hiccuped. "to help!" She teared up.

'Oh no.' There was only enough time for that thought to flash through Jaune's mind, because before he could do anything, Saph-neechan continued with a scowl.

"Well, you didn't! So WE are going to clean up his room, right?" She said, with more of a bite than she'd intended.

….Which is when the floodgates burst open, and Ru bawled her eyes out. Rivers flooded down her cheeks as she loudly cried. Snot dripped from her nose, and she kept hiccupping. Ru wanted it to stop, but it wouldn't. It wouldn't!

Jaune slapped his older sister's arm admonishingly. "Neechan!" He accused.

"What? I only said that we'd be cleaning it up, later!" Saph tried to defend herself, but it was clear from the way she bit her lip and looked away that she was feeling guilty.

He rolled his eyes. 'Ugh, girls!' The 6-year-old loved his older sister, but she was already acting like the rest of the girls her age. Always too proud to admit that they'd made a mistake.

Jaune spread his arms open. "Come here, Ru."

The 4-year-old Arc toddled into his arms, curling up into his lap on the wheelchair. "I-I only w-wanted to h-help!" Ru stuttered out in between her hiccups and crying. She felt her Niichan softly stroke her back.

"Shhh." He soothed into her ear, slowly rocking back and forth. "I know, Ru. Niichan knows you were only trying to help."

"I-I'm sor-ry."

"Shhh." Jaune soothed into her ear again as he rubbed her back. "It's ok, Ru. Niichan knows. Plus, you did help, you know?"

"I d-did?" Ru stammered out in between her hiccups.

"Yeah, you did. See?" He held up the water bottle that she'd brought. "Remember? I asked you to pack me a drink, and you did. Good job, Ru!" Jaune smiled at her.

"R-Ru did a good job?" The youngest Arc sniffled, her tears drying up. Her hiccups kept going though. They wouldn't stop!

"Yep. You did a good job, Ru." He said, rubbing the top of her head.

His younger sister snuggled into him, still sniffling, with her head resting in the crook of his neck.

Jaune slowly shifted his body, making sure that it wouldn't startle Ru. "Neechan," He whispered over his shoulder to Saph, who was still standing behind his wheelchair. "Can you get the small packet of tissues inside my backpack?"

The 6-year-old always kept a backpack full of useful things strapped to the back of his wheelchair.

Saph felt around inside the backpack until she pulled out what Jaune was asking for, and passed it over.

Jaune quietly ripped open the packaging and took out a couple of the tissues inside. "Ru." He softly whispered.

"Mn?" Ru replied, her face still buried in his shirt. The hiccups were finally gone, but now she couldn't stop sniffling.

"Here. Turn your head this way Ru."

She looked up and saw her Niichan holding a tissue. He put it over her nose and pinched.

"Blow your nose."

Ru did what her Niichan told her to do, and before long the tissue was all sticky and gross. She went back to snuggling into her big brother right afterwards.

Jaune called out over his shoulder in a whisper, afraid to make any loud noise in case it got his little sister crying again. "Neechan. There's a plastic bag that I packed in there so I could throw trash in it. Can you toss this in there?"

Saph silently took it from her little brother (barely touching the tissue by pinching it between her fingertips), as well as the tissue that came afterwards from wiping his shirt clean of Ru's snot, and quickly tossed them into the plastic bag that he'd mentioned. Jaune wasn't the only one afraid of setting off their little sister again.

Funny enough, the plastic bag was actually from Target.

Ru yawned. "Niichan, I'm tired." She murmured into his chest, her head having fallen from the crook of his neck into the crook of his arm.

"It's ok, Ru. Why don't you go to sleep? Neechan is gonna take us outside, and when you wake up we can go play on the big hill with the tree." He whispered to her.

"I'm sorry, neechan." Ru tiredly whispered.

A little surprised, Saph just grunted awkwardly. "It's, uh, it's ok, Ru. Stuff happens."

Before long, the only sounds that came from Ru were the light sounds of her snoring.

Jaune held up the water bottle with his drink in it over his shoulder. "Neechan, can you put this in the backpack? Keep it in a different pocket than the one with the plastic bag with trash."

Lightly grumbling and muttering to herself, Saph did what he asked before finally starting to wheel all three of them out of the room, out of the house, and into the village outside.

"Thanks, Saph-neechan."


Ansel village was located in the Kingdom of Mistral. It was built around an area that had a 330 foot tall tree, as the fruit that came from it had been enough to convince the founders to build their homes at that location. The village itself was relatively small; big enough that you wouldn't be able to know everyone in the village but small enough that if anything happened, the whole village would know about it within the day.

Actually, considering the fact that scroll service was terrible in the Mistralian countryside, the village's rumour mill was faster than calling someone.

Both Faunus and Humans populated the village. It was in no way peaceful at all, especially with all the jolly bar fights that the womenfolk in the village loved to get into at the end of the day (especially if there was a man involved as they loved showing off to get their attention). The village was loud, rowdy, and rambunctious. The wives of the village would get into small arguments over silly things with each other in the afternoon, and the next day their husbands would show up at their front door with a batch of baked goods to apologize for the trouble their spouses had caused. Everyone would forgive and forget, and go on with their lives until the cycle repeated again the week after.

There was no possible way for a village to be peaceful, but everyone in Ansel generally went to bed happy.

….Unless you were Mrs. Brown, who'd been practically in the doghouse for a week after her husband caught her drunkenly flirting with the waiters at the pub.

Jaune took in the sights, sounds and the smells of the village, enjoying every single thing with a cheery smile on his face.

The smell of fresh, delicious bread wafting from the bakery, the sounds of people hawking their goods at the nearby marketplace, the funny sight of a woman on her knees in front of a man who was still shorter than her by a head.

Jaune drank it all in.

"Baby, please, it's been a week! I'm so sorry for what I did, please take me back!" The woman begged her husband, flowers in hand. She wore a dark brown top with a pair of black pants.

The man turned his head away with a "Hmph!", which is when he caught sight of Jaune and his sisters.

"Hi, Mr. Brown!" Jaune waved.

"Hi, Jaune!" Mr. Brown waved back, walking closer. He peered down at Ru, who was still sleeping while snuggled up to her brother on the wheelchair. "Oh, is this your younger sister? She's adorable!" He cooed, his cat ears standing up on his head.

"Yeah. She got a little tired so she's taking a nap right now."

While Jaune and Mr. Brown were talking, Saph and Mrs. Brown stood off to the side having their own private conversation, the older woman standing at a tall 6 feet 5 inches now that she was no longer kneeling on the ground.

The fully grown woman looked at Saph with a stern face. "Are you taking good care of your little brother?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Saph stood straight as a rod, her arms practically glued to her sides. Her dark-blonde hair was the only thing that moved, and even that was because of the breeze that came in.

The older woman nodded, her brown hair bobbing with her as she did so. "Good. Your mom said she'd be taking your sister to start her training to become a Huntress and wouldn't be back until tonight. You know what that means?"

Not wanting to say anything wrong, Saph slowly shook her head.

"It means," The brown-haired older woman said. "That you're the woman of the house now. You have to take care of your dad and your younger siblings. Especially your brother. Do you understand?" She asked, looking the 8-year-old Arc in the eyes.

Saph gulped. "Yes, Ma'am!"

"Speaking of, where is your dad right now, anyway?"

"He's at the marketplace right now buying some vegetables for tonight's dinner. He said he wanted to make something special for mom and Vermillion since today's the first day of their training."

Emma Brown could see a shadow pass over the kid's face. "What's wrong?"

The 8-year-old bit her lip and looked down, away from her idol's searching gaze. "It's nothing."

Emma snorted at that. When someone said "Nothing" it always meant something was going. "Oh, really? Then how about you look me in the eye and say that again?"

Saph looked up and stared at her right in the eyes….unfortunately she was just a little kid going up against a fierce and renowned Huntress. There was no way she could win, and the Arc was the first one to blink.

"It's just...Why did she have to pick V over ME? I'm the one that's always wanted to be a Huntress, V only decided last week that she wanted the same thing and suddenly Mom just takes her out for training. How come it wasn't me?!"

"Hmm," Emma looked up to the sky and tapped her in chin in thought, before looking back at the kid who looked up to her in more ways than one. "...I've got no idea."

"WHAAAT?!" The angry word came rushing out like a bull.

"Hold on, let me finish." The brown-haired Huntress held up a finger to stop Saph from saying anything else. "The only one that would know for sure is your mom. Maybe it's because your sister is older than you by a few minutes, maybe not. I don't know. But you want to know something?"

The dark blonde-haired Arc nodded, and Emma gestured her with a finger to come closer. When Saph did so, she knelt down and pointed at her. "Your mom trusts you." She said, tapping the Arc on the chest at the end. "Between you and Vermillion, she chose you to stay behind and be the woman of the house until she gets back."

Finished, Emma straightened up and patted her pants to try and get rid of any dirt from when she'd been kneeling on the ground in front of her husband. "Think about it. And while you do that, I'm gonna go and win back my husband."

The woman looked at where her faunus husband and Jaune were standing, the bouquet of flowers still in her left hand. "Baby, please!" She called out to her husband as she walked to them.

Saphron Arc looked at her idol...and just laughed. The strongest woman in the village, aside from her mom Violette Arc, was desperately trying to get her husband back even if it meant that she had to play the goofball in front of everyone. Saph had been about to take Jaune and continue on their way to the village center where the hill and tree were….but maybe they could stay a few more minutes to see how things would turn out between the Browns.

Emma Brown dropped to her knees again, in front of Jaune, her husband, and everyone in the village that just happened to pass by, and begged. "I'm sorry. I was drunk, it was all my fault and I shouldn't have done it. I'll even quit drinking! Will you please, please take me back?" She looked over to the 6-year-old boy in the wheelchair. "Jaune, help your favorite Aunt out, won't ya? You don't want to see your Aunt in the doghouse anymore, right?"

Jaune giggled at the sight of his mom's friend trying to pout and give him the puppy-dog eyes.

"Oh, stop it you big lug." Victor Brown Né Mars lightly slapped his wife's arm. "I forgive you already, there's no need to rope poor Jaune into this. You had me at 'I'll quit drinking'. Plus," He looked up into his wife's eyes. "I missed you." He said softly.

In the blink of an eye, Emma Brown swept her husband off his feet and into her arms, french-kissing her for everyone to see. The cat faunus practically melted into his wife's arms, moaning against her lips.

As soon as their lips broke apart though, he seemed to realize where they were. His cheeks suddenly turning bright red, he lightly slapped his wife's arm in embarrassment. "Honey!" Victor mumbled. "Not when we're in public."

A teasing grin spread across Emma's face. "So, does that mean we can keep going if we're somewhere private?"

"Eh? W-wha-" Was all her husband could stammer out.

"Don't worry, your gallant knight will safely escort you home right now!" With all the urgency of a woman who hadn't gotten laid in a week, Emma Brown ran all the way back to her house with her husband in her arms, to the cheering of all the villagers that had been watching and were glad the two had finally made up.


Author's Note: So, how was it? Good, bad? Have anything to say, or see something that I could've done better at? Let me know by commenting!

P.S. That touching scene with all 3 of the siblings actually happened to me in real life. If you swap the gender of everyone involved, change the circumstances a little, and the fact that we were all cousins instead of siblings, and it would be exactly how it happened.

I'll leave it to you guys to guess which one of the 3 kids I was ;)