An early update!

Okay, so what happened was I had been writing this chapter, and when I got to where this post ends, I couldn't help but feel that it was a really good place to stop. Thing is, the chapter is suppose to be longer. But no matter how I rewrote it, or tried to add-on to it, it didn't feel right. At the same time, I didn't want to waste two weekend updates on what was suppose to be one chapter. So, I'm posting the first part now, and the second part this weekend.

Here's Titans on Remnant Chapter 4: Introductions

Going to Beacon Academy was a wish come true, so who could blame her for being unable to hold still? All her life, she had dreamed of this moment, and here it was! A girl with shoulder length, chestnut brown hair bounced in place as her hazel eyes gazed out the window of the airship in excitement. The tight-fit long sleeved pearl shirt complimented her tanned skin. Her legs covered by midnight black pants that hugged her curves, and she wore combat boots to match.

Today was her first step to becoming a huntress. Growing outside the kingdom, she had lived in a small village all her life. Her parents had died when she was small, and her brother had told her stories of them. How courageous they were. Strong and dependable. To her, they were just like the heroes in fairy tales. Constantly putting themselves at risk to protect the lives of innocents.

The girl, after listening to the those tales, had asked her brother to train her. She had been instantly rejected. No matter how many times she asked, he told her that she was too young. That she didn't need to worry about fighting, because he would always protect her. She loved her brother, but he was always babying her. Imagine his surprise when he found out she had been studying under one of their village's guardians. Given a passing grade, she couldn't wait to show her brother her skill. A straight punch, then a kick to the side. When her brother had caught the blow, she spun around with her other leg, jumped, and...

"Owww!"

The girl was brought out of her memories at a shout of pain. Her eyes coming into focus, she noticed her foot in the air, and a girl wearing a white-hooded cloak against the window she had been looking out of.

She stared dumbly at the scene, before her mind kicked in to gear.

"I am so sorry!" She said, offering the girl a hand.

Her victim took the offer, getting pulled up while rubbing her side.

"Why'd you kick me?!"

The brown-haired girl couldn't meet the other's eyes.

"I was just.. Umm." How did she explain this without looking crazy? "Remembering fighting my brother so he'd let me come to Beacon.."

That was not it.

There was a silence. The offender dared a look at the cloaked girl, who, to her surprise, was nodding her head in sagely understanding.

"I get that. Fighting is so cool. All the different stances and styles. Weapons to compliment how each individuals way of combat. And catching your opponent off guard with your semblance. It's just so exciting!"

Hazel eyes met silver, and that was when they knew. The two had just met a like minded soul.

"I'm Summer Rose." The silver-eyed girl introduced herself.

"Gretchen. Gretchen Rainart."

Noticing the two still held each others hand, they gave the other a wide smile.

"It's nice to meet you!"
"It's nice to meet you!"

A young man, no older than seventeen, walked the grounds of Beacon Academy. His blonde hair, blue eyes, and tan skin brought out his radiant smile. His confident steps only slowed to keep up with the women in each arm. To his left, a pale skinned young woman. Her light blonde hair flowed down her back. Her eyes, a lovely shade of lavender, never left the the man as he regaled her with tales of previous feats, trusting him to guide her feet.

"That's when he told me, 'Man, I really screwed up'."

The girl on his right, with mocha skin and hair of onyx black, done in a pony tail that hung over her shoulder, leaned in to the man holding on to her, and asked, "What did he do?"

The young man laughed, "What you need to know is that there's not much he doesn't do. Gambling, drinking, even the occasional paid escort. The guy doesn't know how to stay out of trouble."

The girls stayed silent as he spoke, soaking in every word he said.

"So, I figured he had gotten himself stranded again, and went to pick him up. Come to find out, he had gotten in over his head by borrowing money from Silva Alavest. Seriously. Only fifteen years old and already in debt to the baddest guy on the nastiest side of Vale."

The two gasped. No matter who you were, everyone knew of Silva Alavest. He presented himself as a loyalist, dedicating his life and assets to the Kingdom of Vale. The man who sat at the top of the Independent Hunters Corp, a privately funded group of Huntsman and Huntresses tasked with vigilant defense of the people.

Is what they want most to believe.

In whispers, it's said that the IHC were Silva's personal army. Called in when the man's so-called business deals broke down.

The blonde pulled the two young women closer to him, "Yea. I get there to find my friend surrounded by at least twelve of Silva's goons. Trained and out for either money or blood. Unluckily, my guy didn't have any money."

"What did you do?"

It was the ravenette, Jaylin he remembered, that had asked.

"What any teenager who's friend was surrounded by a dozen of trained Hunters would do." He paused, his grin spreading wider across his face. "I showed them what a true Huntsman was."

Jasmine's, the lavender eyed girl, eyes widened, "You fought against Silva Alavest's trained soldiers?!"

"No, no."

The two women released a breath.

"I kicked the asses of Silva Alavest's trained soldiers."

With Jasmine in his left arm, gazing up at him like he was some kind of hero, and Jaylin in his right arm, asking him to describe his fantastic feats, Taiyang Xiao Long couldn't help but think.

This is the life.

Loud.

That was the one thing that repeated in the green haired teen's mind. Having been on one of the first airships to Beacon, he had gotten there before most. Since it was a beautiful day, he had decided to partake in one of his favorite past times. Napping under the sun.

He remembered the first time he had. The young man had been sitting out on the back porch of his family's home, a book about ancient Mistralian traditions in his hand. With a slight breeze and the warm sun shining down on him, the boy's brown eyes closed behind his bangs, and he drifted off in to slumber. And what a wonderful nap it was.

The reminiscence, along with his nap, were once again interrupted. First, it had been by the voice of two young women, giving praise to some guy that he was sure was feeding them a fictional tale. The second had been when an airship landed. Though he could sleep through that any other day, as soon as the door opened, the eager shouts of two more young women resounded across the courtyard.

And he could still hear them. Bartholomew Oobleck was just as excited as the next person to be at such a prestigious academy, but these two took it to the next level.

As he turned over on the bench he laid on, his head shifting on the pseudo-pillows that were his luggage, there was one more word that accompanied his first.

Annoying.

Two young women jumping around excitedly, like children, running place to place to see as much as they could.

A young man, whispering sweet nothings in to the ears of other students.

And on a bench, in the middle of it all, was another young man, his dark green hair laid down, covering his eyes, who seemed to have fallen asleep.

Glynda Goodwitch could honestly say she was unimpressed, if not disappointed. Ever since she was young, the light blonde knew she wanted to be a huntress. To be the light of hope in this ever darkening world. Living outside the walls, she knew the everyday struggles of the average person. The need to hunt and farm for food, especially in-case the trades between villages and kingdoms were delayed. The risk of Grimm attack at any moment. And needing to be on guard against wandering bandit tribes.

She studied hard and trained even more. Nearly every waking hour was used in pursuit of her dream. Rather than playing with kids her age, she would run combat drills with off-duty village guardians. Instead of gathering around the nightly fires where the elders told children stories of heroes and legends, her eyes swam through words of educational books.

Glynda had effectively isolated herself, but to her, it was justified. And when she was accepted into Beacon Academy, a school well known for molding some of the greatest Huntsman and Huntresses on this side of Sanus, her hard work had finally paid off. She expected it to be a no-nonsense institute, where only the best of the best gathered.

If what she saw in front of her were the best, then her time in Beacon would be easier than she thought. And as she walked away from what was slowly becoming a gathering of nuisances, she couldn't help but be disappointed even more at the thought.

Ozpin and Naruto watched from the headmaster's office as students, new and returning, arrived.

"I can't be a teacher?"

"No experience or formal education."

"What about janitor?"

"I'd rather my school not fall apart around me."

The blonde's eye twitched, "I destroyed one wall, Oz. One."

"And a door", a grin hidden behind his mug.

"What about cook?"

"Would you put ramen on the menu for every meal?"

There was a silence..

"Not every meal."

"No."

"Oh come on!" The faunus cried. "How about librarian."

The two turned to each other, the headmaster's eyebrow raised. Naruto could only sigh.

"Yea. I didn't think it was a good idea either."

He couldn't suppress his whine, "But I don't want to go back to school! I already graduated from the Academy in Konoha."

The blonde pointed towards his forehead protector that was an acknowledgment of said achievement.

Ozpin smiled, "True, but Konoha doesn't exist in this world. And if you're going to stay here, than you need a good cover."

He waved his hand in front of the window, "All of them will not see you as a shinobi. Nor will they know you as one of the mightiest beings on Remnant. They will view you as a classmate, and a student of Beacon, if not a gifted one. For as long as you decide to stay, I'd advise you make friends."

The blonde hung his head in defeat, "Yea. Yea."

And so the conversation ended in his victory, or so Ozpin thought until he watched the teen open the window. Why did that window open?

"What are you doing?"

The reply he received only filled him with dread.

"I'm going to go introduce myself."

"Don't you-"

Before he had even finished talking, Naruto had jumped out the window. From the tallest tower of Beacon. And was falling into the crowd of students...

As his eyes shifted from the window to the mug he was holding, the Headmaster had a single thought.

He needed something much stronger.

Summer had been worried the whole trip to Beacon. She had never been that outgoing, and though she wasn't as shy as her mom said she was, her social skills were... lacking. The friends she had made at Signal, though some had also taken classes geared towards Huntsman and Huntresses, had decided to not go the same route as her. And so there she was, on an airship crowded with people she didn't know, all alone.

Imagine her surprise when friendship kicked her... In the side... Really hard. She didn't know why it had happened at first, but the white cloaked girl was glad it did. Now, here she was, with one of the coolest girls she had ever met, looking around Beacon. Gretchen was the twin sister she never knew she wanted. Even in her group of friends at Signal, she was more focused on her goals then others. When they wanted to talk about clothes, her first thought was combat gear. If they wanted to hang out, she wanted to train.

Though, at school they were fun to talk to, Summer couldn't help but feel a little lonely. Even the boys eventually shyed away from her. She felt like she never belonged. But her first friend at Beacon was different. From the time they met on the air ship, it was like something had just clicked. They had talked about everything from they're weapons, combat strategies they had seen in magazines or discussed with hunters they had met, either family friends or conventions they had gone to. And right now, semblances.

"Come on, just a hint!" the cloaked girl whined.

Gretchen just stuck up her nose in an overly-snooty way, "Nope."

"Why not?!"

"It's a surprise! Don't you like surprises?"

On her birthday, and Christmas, sure. Right now?

"NO!"

The tanned girl's only response was to laugh, while Summer puffed out her cheeks and pouted.

"Coming down!"

The voice caught both of them off guard. There were several people at the front of Beacon Tower, but most were talking in small groups, a little ways away. The guy's voice they just heard, however, sounded like it was just above... them...

As if the realization hit them both at once, they looked up to see a boy with blonde hair dropping from the sky face first. A white cloak, that almost resembled her own, just without the hood and his had awesome red flame like patterns, seemed to be wrapped around him, and what looked like several tails were standing up from the force of gravity.

But where had he come from? It wasn't in an arc, so he didn't jump from a nearby tree. That would mean he was coming straight down, but the only thing to jump off near them was...

Summer's eyes widened in horror. She did not want her first day to be remembered by a faunus going splat in the courtyard.

"You should move back. You're in the splash zone."

She turned to see a girl their age with long black hair draped down the back of her red and black shallow cut dress. Her thigh length black leggings sharing the same color as her boots, though the heels were red.

Beside her, a boy that looked to be her twin, wore a grey dress shirt with black dress pants. Though the girl's crimson eyes were composed, if not emotionless, the boy's shared color eyes just watched her with an almost bored, if not tired, expression on his face.

"Raven, we really need to work on your sense of humor."

The girl, Raven, kept her eyes on the falling blonde.

"I wasn't joking."

Before the cloaked girl could heed Raven's advice, a force of wind slammed in to the small group that had gathered together. Summer could feel the ground shake beneath her from the impact. In front of her, stood a blonde boy, more than a head taller than her, with a pair of the most adorable fox ears she had ever seen. His eyes were golden, the pupils weren't round, but slits that held a feral feeling that matched the darkened whisker marks. Behind him, nine sun-kissed fox tails waved lazily. Through the fluttering of his cloak, she could see a burnt orange shirt and black jeans.

His eyes met hers, and she was surprised as the golden beastly eyes became pools of calm ocean blue. With a grin that filled her with warmth, he said one of the coolest things she had ever heard.

"Sorry about that. Just thought I'd drop in to say hello. "

That was probably one of the dumbest things I have ever heard.

Raven thought to herself. She had noticed the blonde faunus falling, head first, to where she, her brother, and some no names were gathered. Either he had been so stressed out by the pressure of such a 'distinguished' school that he flung himself off the highest tower, or he was an idiot.

If it was the first, the boy would no doubt have been a weakling. No matter how much praise Beacon, or any of the Huntsman Academies on Remant, received, that was all it was. Glorified words that meant nothing. The ravenette had seen several of the kingdoms so-called best fall, either by Grimm or her own clansmen. Tough battles, maybe, but at the end, all that mattered was who lived to tell the tale.

History is written by the victors, after all.

Just before the blonde became a mess on the ground, he flipped mid air, landing on his feet, acting as if he had just hopped down from a flight of stairs. The pavement beneath him cratered slightly, making cracks even beneath her own feet. And as powerful as that made him out to be, it also proved that he was a showoff. Someone who knew they had power. He was no doubt what parents would call a 'gifted child', and had developed an inflated ego because of all the kind words for a strength he had not earned, but was fortunate enough to be born with.

To Raven, he was an idiot. And with his entrance line, that thought was only solidified.

And over confident, talented idiots would always fall to the hard working genius.

And so ends part one. Now, to respond to a few reviews.

Timothy Burr: I'm not overly fond of Harems myself, unless I feel like they belong (Like in Highschool DxD). Though I think Codename-ShadowFox did good with Naruto x Pyrrha x Blake in their story "Shattered World" (Still hoping for an update on that.) As for being discouraged, I'm not going to say it doesn't suck to get those kind of reviews, but it is what it is. That's why I'm grateful for reviewers, such as yourself and many others, that even if you don't agree with how I wrote something, you're kind and respectful. So, even if I do get those reviews, or even if my favs/follows fall into single digits, as long as there are those who enjoy reading this, I will keep updating until the story ends.

EmptySpot: I'm glad you liked it. Those were actually the parts I was worried about most. Especially since I thought I might've been making Ozpin/Ozma a bit too weak willed.

OriginalRukh: If you're talking about the people in the first chapter, then no. They will not be revived.

Wilson Jordo493: If by Asura Mode you mean Six Path's Sage Mode, he still has access to it. The only Tailed-Beast chakra he doesn't have is Kurama's Yang half. As for Sealing Arts, I don't know. He never learned any, to my knowledge, and there's no one on Remnant that could teach him that. If I was to try to add it to his skill set, he would be doing a lot of trial and error. Plus there's not much info on how Sealing Techniques work or how they are created, which could be fun to write. (Anyone who reads this, let me know what you think about giving Naruto Sealing Arts)

To those of you I didn't personally mention, I just want you to know, I do read the reviews, and thank you for enjoying my story, or at the very least, giving it a chance. As much as I like writing this, it wouldn't be half as fun if I didn't have all of you with me.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you. And here's to the many chapters to come.