A/N: I am using elements of the Witcher series, but not a direct crossover. A/U Sooo... I know I said a week, but I couldn't stop writing. So here's another chapter. But, to the point, thanks for all the comments and votes, they are much appreciated. There was a surprising amount of Arkos hate. I wasn't planning on doing an Arkos fic, I merely meant that I'd get to their interactions.

As for the rest, we have a good mix of Lancaster, White Knight, and Dragon Slayer. Still undecided on who I want to be the final ship. I'd like to say no harem or two girls at once. I believe in monogamy. Sure harems are fun to read, but realistically, no that would never happen.

So our dear witcher Jaune will end up with one girl, or no girl at all. Sure there will be bumps and flings along the way, but there will only be one when it's all over.

I don't own RWBY or the Witcher


Chapter 3: The Morning After

"Here, take the bow, I'm sure you could put it to good use. Find her Witcher, and bring her back to me unharmed. Do this and I'll pay you handsomely for it." - Adam Taurus, to Jaune Arc

Beacon

Ruby Rose didn't know how to feel.

When she had woken up this morning, something was different. She couldn't place it, but she knew something just wasn't quite right. And then she placed it.

"Come on lady killer let's get some food. I'm starving."

"Must you call me by that name?"

"Yes, now hurry up. Let the heiress have her beauty rest and let's go."

Her sister and her cru- JAUNE! Her sister and Jaune, just Juane, were friends now. And she knew what happened when guys became friends with Yang. Sooner or later, they all fell in love with her! Of course maybe it was good that they were friends, it'd give her a chance to talk to him more.

She smiled at the thought. But soon came the image of Jaune talking to Yang only and her sitting in the background. What if Yang stole her friend? Yang wouldn't do that to her right? Something was very wrong indeed.

Ruby had no idea when this happened. She just woke up and there they were, sitting on Yang's sleeping bag, talking. What, had they waited until everyone went to sleep and met up to talk or… do stuff. Heat flowed to her cheeks. Half in frustration, the other half not knowing what to think but feeling embarrassed all the same.

"Alright, just let me leave a quick note."

She watched as Jaune wrote something down and left the note tucked in the sleeping heiress' hand. Why he was friends with her, she'd never know. That Weiss was just a crabby flabby girl. She knew that wasn't true, the second part anyway, but rhymes were important when it came to insults.

"You coming Ruby?"

She came back to reality and almost squeaked. Jaune was looking at her, directly at her with those cute kitty eyes. Which just brought her back to the scar along his left eye. It was so cool. She wanted to touch it.

Heat flooded into her cheeks once more as she thought of it. Of laying down talking to him while she traced his scars with her fingers.

"Ruby?"

"Yes! Coming!" She said in a high pitched voice.

Yang was already at the door, awaiting her and Jaune who still stood near all the sleeping teens. There had been a mixture of those awake and those still asleep. Clearly the heiress was among the latter, and she couldn't be more happy about that.

Ruby still wasn't sure how she felt about the new blossoming friendship between her sister and Jaune. She looked him over. Jaune was just a friend, so what did it matter if he fell in love with Yang?

She couldn't help but feel bad. She was lying to herself and she knew it.

"Come on, let's not keep her waiting."

She nodded and put all that worrying aside. Today was a big day, it was time to let Crescent Rose do the talking for her.

Ruby and Jaune soon met up with Yang, and they left for the dining hall.


"How? How is this possible? For breakfast?"

Yang looked on in mild confusion as Ruby came back with a full tray of chocolate chip cookies. He merely raised a single eyebrow. He and Yang had finished their meals a while ago, and had been wondering where Ruby had run off to. This was their answer.

The small girl in red set the tray down and began munching on her treats.

Ruby sat across from him, while Yang was to his right.

"They asked me what I wanted, and I said a batch of freshly baked cookies. Next thing I know, they're handing me this thing."

By the time she had said this, half of the original two dozen were gone. He was afraid the poor girl might choke.

"We're aspiring huntsman and huntresses, shouldn't they feed us, I don't know, something healthy."

He watched as Yang swatted Ruby's hand away from another cookie and took the tray.

"And hey, did I say you could have that many cookies? Especially before breakfast."

"I think that is her breakfast," he noted.

Ruby looked as though someone had just kicked a puppy right in front of her. It was adorable, in the way you just wanted to hold her and tell her 'it was all going to be alright.'

"But Yang, you said I could have all the cookies I wanted yesterday!"

The blonde took one of the cookies and nibbled on it, despite Ruby's excessive verbal protest.

"That was yesterday, we were celebrating your acceptance into Beacon. Plus you had eaten lunch earlier, a healthy lunch I might add."

Ruby's face shriveled up in disgust.

"Ugh, that… salad… you made me consume. Good food isn't green!"

"It's healthy, and it helps maintain a good figure," she paused and turned to look at him with a suggestive smile, "And those are important, right Jaune?"

All morning.

All morning it had been like this. When they had decided to go back inside after their little outside chat, they meant to go back to sleep. Turns out when one started a conversation with Yang Xiao Long, it wasn't easy to stop.

So they had sat down on her sleeping bag, whispering about whatever came to mind. She was fun, very fun. It was something he'd come to learn as they talked the early morning away. Before he knew it, it was seven am and people were already waking up.

Talking with Yang was nothing like talking with Weiss. With Weiss, he felt like he had to be careful, like she expected something of him. And that was probably true, the heiress wanted him to be him. There was nothing wrong with that, but it gave a certain pressure to his actions.

But with Yang it felt like it was this dance. He'd say something, and she'd say something back with the hint of a challenge in her voice. He'd do the same and it felt exhilarating. Like this game that only they were playing. Best of all, he didn't need to worry about being anyone, he just had to be himself, whoever that was.

They'd flirted back and forth, the subtleness of their suggestions slowly eroding until at one point he'd said the words, "blow me." As of now, the flirts and teasing had died down, mostly due the increasing number of people who woke up. However, they hadn't stopped, they just got more subtle. Such as the case right now.

But if she wanted to play, he could play too. He looked her in the eyes as he spoke.

"Of course, a figure is very important, especially when you want to talk to someone in the middle of the night and need to-"

Her hand shot out and shoved a cookie in his mouth. Despite the feeling of a sugary pastry entering his oral cavity without his consent, he felt vindicated. He chewed it down as to not choke, but smirked. He'd won that round. From the way she'd panicked, it seemed she didn't want Ruby to know of their talk.

"Wow would you look at that, Jaune look your friend Weiss is coming!" Yang announced, changing the subject.

He rolled his eyes. Smooth Yang. He turned his head to see that Weiss was indeed walking their way, and she did not look happy. Jaune felt slightly bad that he had left Weiss. At least she had woken up with the note. He'd said that he'd gone to get breakfast and he didn't want to wake her.

Weiss came to stand before him, a look of annoyance and hesitation on her face. He noticed her eyes flick from Ruby to Yang, and then back to him.

"Good morning, sleep well?"

She didn't answer him. Weiss still stood and she appeared to be calculating her actions. Eventually, she let out a sigh and sat down next to him on his left.

"Yes, very well. You should have woken me up."

"I will next time," he said softly.

That seemed to brightened her spirits. He had the feeling it had to do with the 'next time' he promised. She was so confusing. She acted this way, but didn't seem to want to confirm the nature of their past relationship.

However, forgetting that for the time being, he was faced with the storm that was in front of him. Three girls that didn't get along.

After their fight yesterday, it seems that neither party wanted to interact with each other. The tension was so thick in the air that he could almost smell it.

Time passed, he wasn't sure how much of it though, but it seemed Yang and Ruby couldn't take the awkward silence anymore.

"So, we're gonna go to the locker room and gear up,' Yang said both her and Ruby standing up, "You coming with Jaune?"

He looked to Weiss sitting next to him. She had a calm appearance, but he knew what would happen if he went with them. He had already left her once, he wouldn't do it again.

"Go on ahead, I'll stay here a while."

Ruby looked a little disappointed, but Yang seemed to understand. The blond girl nodded and they turned around and departed.

He and Weiss sat in silence for a second. It wasn't the comfortable one like yesterdays. This one was thick and filled with agitation. Weiss spoke first.

"So, you're friends with them now?"

It felt more like an accusation to him than a question.

"Yeah, I met Ruby yesterday. I only started talking to Yang this morning."

That only seemed to fuel the fire.

"You find out how familiar she feels?"

That pushed his nerves.

"If what I think you're suggesting is what you are, then no. I merely found out that she doesn't know me at all. After that, we talked a little and became friends."

"That's all?"

He snapped.

Jaune hopped over the table and sat down so that they were face to face across from each other. Weiss looked startled at his sudden movement.

"Yeah, that's all. We didn't do anything that would make me and Yang more than friends. But what does it matter if I did? You don't get a say in who I am with."

She was shocked. And then she was hurt. He could see that hurt turning into anger in her eyes. Those pale orbs were distant now.

"Look, unless you tell me what we were to each other, then I don't know how I should go about things with other people. It's clear there was something between us. From the way you act, from the familiar feeling I get when I see your nightgown, and from the way I feel around you. What were we? Friends? Lovers? In a relationship?"

The collection of questions hung in the air as she looked away. She no longer seemed angry, or hurt. She just looked sad.

"We were something. You were my best friend. You were my only friend," she said softly so only they could hear.

There was a rush of guilt. He hadn't meant to hurt her, he just wanted to know. He wanted to know so badly.

"Was that all I was?"

His hand reached across the table and met hers. Their hands curled around each other. She looked up at him and gave him a forced smile.

"That's up for you to decide now. I won't tell you," she whispered, looking away.

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and her eyes came back to him.

"Why? Please, just tell me."

Her eyes closed and she pulled her hand away, a faint smile on her lips.

"No. I won't. You need to decide who you are now. I won't influence you, shape you to be what I want you to be."

She stood up from the table.

"You aren't who I want you to be. You don't remember. A faint part of me hoped that it'd just come back to you and things would go on as they were. I'll be here for you if you need anything. But we are friends. Nothing more."

She began walking away, but stopped to impart one last message.

"If the Jaune I once cared for comes back, if only for a moment, I'll be here, waiting. All you have to do is make the choice," She paused, "I'll see you around Jaune."

With those parting words, she walked away, heels clicking on the floor.

Jaune didn't know how to feel. The last few seconds felt like a blur to him. Had he just made a huge mistake by confronting her like that? Maybe he should have waited it out longer. Seen where his interactions with her took him.

A heavy sigh left his lips.

Whatever had just transpired, he'd have to accept it as well as the consequences. Jaune stood from the table, the last to leave. He better gear up, initiation would be starting soon.


Weiss tried her best to keep calm.

Her heels came to a rest just outside the dining hall. When she was sure no one was around, she found the nearest secluded corner. She soon found herself sitting, her back leaning against the wall, eyes downcast at the floor.

She had found him, finally after all those months. But fate was a cruel bastard.

He didn't remember a thing.

Sure bits and pieces felt familiar to him, like her night gown. Heat rose to her cheeks at all the memories. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Yeah, things felt familiar to him, but nothing concrete.

He was more or less the Jaune she had come to love. He said what Jaune would say, he acted like Jaune would act. What was holding her back from telling him and letting him come back to her?

She knew what it was. It was the one thing that separated this Jaune from the one she'd come to love.

Memory.

What made Jaune Jaune was not just who he was and how he acted. It was the knowledge of what they were. And what they had, and had been through together.

If she was being honest with herself, that didn't matter to her as much. It was him. He needed to make the choice. The choice to be with her once more. If she told him of their past, he'd either feel obligated to return to her or do so simply because it made sense to.

But she didn't want that.

Jaune had been her first real friend. The person who had started protecting her out of pay, but came to do so out of love. She wanted him to make the choice, the man he was now, to fall in love with her, naturally and without any assistance or prior knowledge of what they were.

He needed to only do that. To come up to her, heart in hand and say that he loved her. That either he remembered everything, or a little, or maybe not at all. The memory wasn't important. What was important, was his love.

But it had to be true, without any influence from her, as tempting as it might be.

Only then would she let herself love him again, because it was too painful to do it otherwise.

She picked herself off the floor, and stood. Her heels clicked against the floor as she began walking, headed for the locker room. She hated feeling this weak. She would have to do better. She was a Schnee, time to start acting like one again.


"My dearest sister Yang, are you implying that you do not want to be on the same team as me?"

This was what he walked into. He had taken one step into the locker room, and saw the two sisters on the verge of bickering. There was a part of him that told him not to get involved.

He listened to it.

"What! No, of course I do. I just thought... I don't know, maybe it would help you break out of your shell."

He planned to just walk on by. After that little spat with Weiss, he wasn't feeling up to talking with them. He hadn't meant for it to get so out of control like that. It was just frustrating that she'd get jealous and act possessive when he didn't even know if she had the right to be.

"What the! I don't need to break out of my shell that's absolutely…"

Ruby soon caught sight of him and rushed up by his side. Two small arms wrapped around his torso.

"Fine! If you don't want to be on my team, I'll just be on Jaune's team then!"

Yang smirked at that and he watched as the glint of an idea shown in her eyes.

"Great idea sis! However, that means we'll be on the same team after all."

The blond girl attached herself at his side as well, mischief dancing in her lilac orbs. She peered at Ruby from his other half.

"No! You said you didn't want to be on the same team as me," the younger girl whined.

"Do I get a say in this?" he asked.

Two resounding NOPES was his answer.

After that, he tuned out their bickering, as he peered across the locker room. He'd spotted Weiss talking to a girl with really red hair. She paused her conversation with the girl and looked over at him. She immediately rolled her eyes. He cringed internally.

Two girls hanging off either arm, this was definitely the right way back into Weiss' good graces.

He had thought about what she said on the walk over here. She had said it was up to him, and that he need only make the choice. Jaune thought he got what she was trying to say, and as much as it seemed to hurt her, he had to admit she wasn't wrong.

If Jaune was being totally honest with himself, he would have been swayed to love her if she had told him that they had been together. As tempting as that was, she was right.

He had to make that choice on his own.

"As much as I love to be used as a tool for your little argument, I do have to get my equipment."

Ruby scrambled off him, finally realizing how close she'd been and what she had been holding on to. Yang was more composed, releasing him with a wink.

"Sorry, we'll let you go Jaune!" Ruby squeaked.

He nodded with a small smile.

"It's alright Ruby, I just need to grab my things is all."

Jaune began walking towards his locker, but stopped as Yang blocked his way.

"Look, I've only known you for a couple hours, but I know something's off. And I'm willing to bet it has something to do with our dear heiress over there," she said, hiking a thumb behind her, "It's none of my business I know, but if you like I can make it mine by being a good listener."

He had to admit, he was surprised by this. He never pegged Yang for a particularly caring individual. That's not to say he didn't think she was kind, it was to say that he didn't expect her of all people to go out of her way for a stranger.

It was this fact that endeared the blonde to him a little more.

"Maybe another time. We have Initiation to worry about now."

She nodded with an understanding smile and moved to walk past him. However he caught her arm before she could leave. Her lilac orbs came to stare at him.

"Thank you Yang, really."

She simply smiled brilliantly.

"It's nothing Jaune, whether you like it or not, we're friends. And I take good care of my friends," she walked away, but stopped and spoke from behind her shoulder, "See you out there lady killer."

Jaune felt the edges of his mouth curve upwards. Yang sure knew how to cheer a guy up. He continued on his way, searching for his locker.

Locker 421, 422, 423, ah… 424. Here it was... behind the really red haired girl… that Weiss was currently talking to.

Oh joy.

"Excuse me."

The girl spun around, and so did Weies. He felt her cold stare upon him. He was already regretting this. The other girls emerald gaze looked hopeful, yet still ready for disappointment. Odd.

"Yes?" the girl politely asked.

"Do you mind moving, my locker is right behind you."

There was a spark in those emerald orbs.

"Not at all," she remarked pleasantly.

The girl stepped aside, and let him pass through to his locker. He opened the metal box and found the two swords hanging on a metal hook, just as he left them. Jaune grabbed the pair and strapped them onto his back.

The familiar weight settled over him and he grinned like a madman. He couldn't wait to test them out for real. As he closed the metal door, he couldn't help but overhear the conversation between the heiress and that girl.

"I do apologize for him Pyrrha, he didn't know who he was talking to."

Was he supposed to? Was she some celebrity? If so he had no clue, Weiss was 'kind' enough to point that out to her.

"Oh no, it's quite alright. But what do you mean he doesn't know who I am?"

He spun around to face them.

"She means that I don't know who anyone is. You see I had an accident recently and I lost a lot of my memory. Weiss here," he paused and gestured towards the heiress, "knew me before I lost myself so she's been invaluable in helping me piece my past together."

Most of that was true, the 'accident' part was going to be his cover story. It was plausible enough and for all he knew, he did have an accident.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to talk about you while you were here…" she paused searching for his name.

"Jaune Arc, and it's alright. However, we haven't been properly introduced. Weiss, would you do the honors?"

He turned to the heiress. She looked calm, but he could tell she wasn't pleased.

"Jaune, Pyrrha Nikos. Pyrrha, Jaune Arc."

Those emerald eyes found his own pale ones.

"It's nice to meet you Jaune."

"Likewise."

"I'm sorry about your memory though, I do hope you get it back."

He chuckled softly. His eyes trained onto Weiss as he spoke.

"Me too, there are moments when I just want to know so badly."

Weiss wouldn't meet his eyes. He turned back to Pyrrha who looked sympathetic.

"I can only imagine how that must feel."

"It's not too terrible, anyway, enough about me, what about you? What makes you so famous?"

She shifted in her stance, looking a little uncomfortable. Should he not have asked?

"I just won a few tournaments is all, nothing special," she said quietly.

"Nothing special? Pyrrha you're too modest!" Weiss stepped forward and began to explain, "Pyrrha graduated top of her class at Sanctum and won the Mistral Regional Tournament four times in a row, which is a new record."

From the look on Pyrrha's face, perhaps she didn't want all of that said. Way to go Weiss. He knew what to do.

"Oh, wow… you must be a great fighter then."

The spark in her eyes from earlier had died.

"I can't wait to fight you in combat classes."

He was then pleased to see it was kindled once more into a steady green blaze.

"I think that would be grand Jaune."

He nodded in correlation to her statement. Grand indeed.

All three of them were quiet for a moment. They merely just looked at each other. Weiss though didn't seem to want to look anywhere, choosing to stare at the floor instead. However he did notice that Pyrrha kept shooting him glances while wearing the most honest smile he'd ever seen. She really was happy about something. Something involving him.

Jaune returned the gesture. Perhaps she was just being friendly.

When he couldn't take the silence any longer, fate intervened. Fate came in the form of an older blonde woman's voice.

"Would all first year students please report to Beacon Cliff for initiation, again all first year students report to Beacon Cliff immediately."

"I believe that would be our cue."

A blur of red flashed by leaving behind a trail of rose petals. Odd as that had been, Jaune soon followed as Weiss and Pyrrha both turned to leave.

Out of nowhere, he felt an arm sling around his shoulder. He was unsurprised to find that the arm belonged to Yang Xiao Long. Other key signs that it was indeed the blonde with lilac eyes beside him, was the feeling of her fair sized breast against him.

Jaune would have to have been a eunuch not to notice.

"You ready lady killer?"

He felt himself chuckle softly.

"I thought you were going to 'see me out there.'"

"Would you believe me if I said I missed you?"

"No."

"I missed you."

He sighed and she laughed, soon releasing him from her hold.

"Come on, we better hurry up, Ruby already took off," the blonde mentioned.

She started walking, but he didn't move an inch.

"Are you sure you wanna go? We could just go back to the ballroom, have some fun. I'm sure it's empty by now."

Yang stopped and turned to face him, mischief in her lilac eyes.

"Tempting lady killer, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were making a play for me. We could just do it here you know, after all, everyone's gone. It's just as empty."

She sashayed up to him, until they were close. Close enough to do something. She looked up at him, and he down on her. Yang was on the taller side, which spoke of just how tall he was.

Her hand came to his collar, the other coming to rest on his chest. A thrill of excitement ran through him. Here they were, alone, just like hours before. Something had changed in Yang. He'd sensed it after their little talk.

She'd become more open and comfortable with him. And the teasing back and forth had only escalated. He wasn't sure if they were even joking anymore.

Yang leaned in until they were and inch apart.

He wasn't sure what was going to happen. It was all becoming hazy as he thought of it. He could feel her breath on his face and the movement of her breathing.

It was anxiety in its best form. The dread before the bliss.

Unfortunately in this case it was the dread before the saliva.

Before he could move away, she leaned in quick and licked his face. He groaned as she stepped away watching his torment. Jaune raised his gauntlet and used the leather side to wipe his face.

"You're sick, you know that?"

"Why I have no idea what you mean," she said cutely

He pushed her playfully, then began walking. As much of tease that had been, he couldn't help but feel amused. This Yang Xiao Long knew how to get his heart racing.

He heard footsteps behind him and her arm came to rest around his shoulder once more. To some the close contact would have made them blush or feel awkward, but to him, it felt right.

"Come on lady killer, time to show 'em what we got."

"Don't gotta tell me twice."

They began the walk to Beacon's Cliff, conversing and chatting about random things again. During this time, not once did he think of the white haired heiress.


"Mister Arc, Miss Xiao Long, glad you finally decided to join us."

Yang and Jaune had finally made it to the cliff and if the glare Miss Goodwitch leveled at them was any indication, they were late.

"Now if you'll just take your places on the last two plates…"

"Got it!" she called out.

She jogged to their destination, Jaune not far behind. She took the plate beside Ruby, and Jaune the one to her right on the outside. She waved to Ruby and her little sister gave her a small wave in return. She didn't miss the wave that Ruby sent Jaune, nor the small smile and blush that came to her as he waved back.

It had been confirmed long ago, but she felt the need to say it in her mind. Her little sister Ruby Rose, was experiencing her first crush. And it was adorable.

While the headmistress was less than amused, Ozpin simple took the scene in with a calm smile. It was time now.

"For years you have trained to become warriors. Today your abilities will be evaluated in the emerald forest."

Goodwitch took over.

"Now I'm sure many of you have heard rumors on the assignment of teams, allow us to put an end to your confusion. Each of you will be given teammates, today."

Ozpin then took over again.

"These teammates will be with you for the rest of your time here at Beacon. So it is in your best interest to be paired with someone with whom you can work well," he paused and looked everyone of them in the eyes, "That said, the very first person you make eye contact with after landing will be your partner for the next four years."

A small squeak from Ruby made her smirk. She really was adorable, but it was time to grow up. Yang could only hope that her baby sister got a good partner. She knew Which particular partner Ruby wanted, it was obvious in the way she had her eye closed with her fingers crossed and mumbled something about kitty eyes.

But what about her? Who did she want to be partnered up with? Her thoughts drifted to the boy beside her.

Jaune Arc.

Who was he? Was he Jaune Arc, the boy she had met just hours ago and hit it off with, or was he Jaune Arc the boy she had known so long ago? It didn't make sense, but then again it didn't have to. There was only one way to be certain.

Either way, she liked him. Wasn't that all that mattered?

Just how much she liked him was still to be determined. That little display in the locker room, she had no idea what that was. Her heart had been thumping wildly and she had wanted to. She had gotten close, been ready to play along.

But she didn't, they had only known each other since this morning.

Somehow that argument in her head didn't feel that strong. She remembered it like it was yesterday, those five years ago. Sometimes it only takes a day.

"After you've partnered up, make your way to the northern end of the forest. You will meet opposition along the way, do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path," he looked them once more in the eye, each and every one of them, "or you will die."

The air of finality to that statement shocked even her. This was no longer signal. There were no safety nets. It was real, and she would have to fight to survive.

She wanted to pull Ruby out, tell her to take two more years. The threat of death had hit her harder than she thought.

Come on Yang, she had to pull herself together. She would be fine, Ruby would be fine. She was moved up two years, Ozpin wouldn't have accepted her if he thought she couldn't handle it.

Yang calmed herself down, and put on her normal brazen smile.

"You will be monitored and graded for the duration of your initiation but our instructors will not intervene. You will find an abandoned temple at the end of the path containing several relics. Each pair must choose one, and then return to the cliff."

"We will regard that item, as well as your standing, and grade you appropriately."

It was odd, but she could swear that Ozpin was looking at her. No wait, not her, Jaune.

"Are there any questions?"

And then it was gone, those brown eyes behind the spectacles returned to the rest of them. What was that about?

When no one answered, he smiled.

"Good, now take your positions."

Yang was ready. She felt Ember Cecilia unfold onto her fists and the weight that settled on them. She loved that feeling, it reminded her of the power behind each and every one of her punches.

She brought her gauntlets up and slipped into an aggressive stance. Yang felt the whirring of the gears beneath her and she knew what was about to happen. It filled her with a rush of excitement. She had been preparing for this moment her whole life.

She gave Ruby one last nod of encouragement, and slipped on a pair of sunglasses.

It was time to show the world what Yang Xiao Long was made of.


The man he had come to recently know as headmaster Ozpin, was irritating him to no end. What did this guy know about him?

Back during the initial speech he had looked at him, and now he had done the same, asking if they had any questions… if he had any questions. Jaune had plenty of questions, and Ozpin seemed to know he did.

Ozpin knew something, and he would have to find out just what that was.

For the time being, he had to focus on initiation. He couldn't exactly tackle the headmaster and interrogate him with everyone here. Not to mention the challenge of subduing the huntsman. Jaune was no fool, the man may be docile, but he held power.

Jaune shifted so that his legs were strong and ready to be catapulted into the forest. Weiss had been the first to take off, he'd seen her rocket through the sky in blur of white. Next came a number of students he didn't recognize and finally it was down to the last three.

Ruby sent him a final smile before being shot off into the blue expanse.

Yang clapped him on the back and took off.

It was just him now, him, the headmaster, and the headmistress. Ozpin's eyes were on him, and he stared back with a baleful gaze.

The plate clicked beneath him and he made a split second decision.

"Mister Arc!" The headmistress screeched.

He had stepped off the plate. The machine fired off nothing as it whirred back into place, flat against the ground.

There was no turning back now.

He marched up to the headmaster until they stood but a few feet apart. He was locked in an exchange of will. Those brown eyes were like stone stabbing into his own as his eyes raged with a burning intent against the man.

"Do you know who I am?"

The man gave him an all knowing smile.

"Of course mister Arc, you are an applicant to Beacon Academy with glowing transcripts and recommendations. A very promising student."

He snarled.

"Bullshit, you know more. Tell me!"

"Mister Arc! You will leave at once! Come back when you have learned respect!" the headmistress berated.

"It's alright Glynda, mister Arc is just a teenager. You know how they are, prone to making rash decisions."

The blonde woman named Glynda looked shocked, but nodded and stepped back. The battle of wills ceased as the man across from him close his eyes and sighed. He took a sip of his coffee and looked rather unfazed by his blatant disrespect.

"Now mister Arc, if you'd step back onto the launch pad, we can proceed with Initiation. Save your questions for after initiation when you are a confirmed student at this academy, then I'd be happy to answer you."

Jaune's hand curled up into a fist, but he complied. Ozpin clearly wasn't going to answer any of his questions, not now anyways.

He trudged to the metal plate and gave the headmaster on last glare. That man Ozpin knew more than he was letting on. There wasn't a doubt anymore that the man was toying with him.

"Try not to die mister Arc, then none of your questions will get answered,"

He made to say something in return, but felt the plate shift under him. In a second later, he was sent off into the sky, the sound of "fuck you" being lost to the clouds.

The wind whipped through his white hair and his ponytail flailed behind his head. He didn't spot anyone near him, it seemed his delay had let the others land already.

There was a sort of freedom when falling. You didn't have to worry about anything, you only needed to let gravity take you away. He closed his eyes and let himself feel nothing.

The moment ended quickly and those pale eyes snapped to attention.

"Quen."

The golden light enveloped his body and he felt for the first time, in this life, the power it held. He felt solid, as if an Ursa Major could strike him head on and he'd just shrug it off.

It was power, and he was drunk on it.

The treeline came to him fast as he fell and he stuck out both arms in front of him.

"Aard!"

The blast of force slowed his descent into the sea of green. He crashed through the canopy and landed in a kneeling position with a resounding thud upon the forest bed. A crack blasted from him as the quen shield broke with a flash of golden light.

He sat there kneeling for a moment, the rush of the climb, the thrill of the fall and the comfort of completion washed over him. He had used them, two signs he had never once uttered or cast.

They had come to his lips without effort or thought. It was natural to him.

Jaune stood, the light of the opening in the canopy he had made bathing him in a glow. He was back on the hunt, back on the path. He drew his silver sword with a smirk, the blade shining in the light as he marched north.

He was home.


A/N: And here we go! Finally after all this time, he's going to get back into it! Our dear Jaune will truly begin his path back to the Witcher he once was. I don't know if I made it clear enough with the initial description, but Jaune has a pony tail. It's a part of his long hair, I kinda just forgot to mention it. My bad :P

And yeah… things are pretty rocky with Weiss now. But imagine you love someone for two years, and then they just forget you, but then tell you that some other person is familiar. That's gotta hurt a lot. She just wants him to come back to her naturally, wouldn't you want to know that the person you love truly loves you back?

Then there's Yang's whole deal.

I'm trying to convey a realistic interaction and exchange. Things are messy. Life is unpredictable. Sometimes you snap once and a relationship you once had is less than it was before. Sometimes you find someone that you just click with and you find yourself taking chances.

Nothing is set in stone, Weiss still has a chance to make a come back, but as it stands, Yang is in the lead.

And Ozpin… that motherfucker knows shit :D

Anyway, thanks for reading, and once more I shall apologize for grammar errors. Hope you like this. If you have any questions regarding Witcher to RWBY conversions, I'll try my best to answer them, just send me a message. Take care and see you soon!