A/N

Welcome to… another retry. Seriously I have a hard time trying to make this for many reasons, seriously when you run out of ideas you start to become Akihiko Kayaba from SAO Abridged and delude yourself into trying to figure out a solution.

For me, I just wanted to remake this so I can start off quick and don't waste time, each chapter will be one year prior to this chapter, just not in the way y'all expect it, I'm just one dude with ideas, so if anything to compensate, shit in here is gonna be hell. Like Roshi and Jesus in the Coochie Wars, thousands. Or if I can try to make it seem readable…

Anyways, review, like, comment anything would be fine. I would like advice to make some plots also if I am mistaking any of the character's personalities.

Disclaimer

RWBY is owned by Rooterteeth. I just own myself and my god damn sword.

Chapter One

[Otherworld Arrival]

"Life is unforgiving, even in this world of bloody evolution. In our days, in our nights, we depend on our skills to get us through another day, politics and Grimm are two things that stab us in the back. Me? I died and ended up here, how do you think I feel? Not happy? No. I'm plenty happy, I can make a difference!"

{Opening}

Flashback by MIYAVI

Black Rebellion Redux

It was once a dream I had of a black sword. Then it became my art. My fascination with swords, with power and honor. I might be just like Shirou Emiya in some form or way, but frankly. I don't mind. When I went to bed, the last thing I remembered was the encroachment of darkness when I had my phone in hand. This morning? I don't know what god or goddess did it, but someone Isekai'd me to another world and I'm pissed.

…

"WHO THE F*K DID THIS!?" A young boy shouted, wearing black shorts that reached his shins and a dark gray shirt, he wore no sandals or shoes, not even socks. He was barefooted, he was around the age of thirteen, his black hair that reached to his shoulders with a wavy style, his eyes were colored charcoal, right? That was motherf*ker is me!

"I'LL F*KING GUT YOU GODS AND GODDESSES LIKE A FISH I SWEAR ON MY MOTHER!" I shouted aloud in rage, after a few more minutes of shouting and calling out every single dimensional god I could think of (including Zelretch), I finally calmed down. "Fucking ROBs." I muttered as I took a look at my surroundings, the first thing I finally noticed was my phone! Perfectly safe in my hands, along with the case. Nice~!

I turned on my phone and noticed I had full bars. "The fuck am I at?" I muttered as I looked around.

I spotted something else, the beauty of my creation was fully functional, here it stands a 33 inches of pure black metal, with metal plating I assume to be non-magnetic for two reasons, one I created that fucking sword in a drawing! Two, I know what the blade is made from, a combination of mithril and gravity dust, in the guard was the insignia of a Star with four teardrops pointing to Northwest, Northeast, Southwest and Southeast, respectively made using wind dust along with the ends of the guard they held in place two more wind dust crystals, the end was clear it was showing another embedded dust crystal for more gravity.

It was leaning against a tree next to its sheath. I walked over to grab the weapon as I started to sheathe the sword into the hostler and slide it across the back in which it became polarized to that location. "I never did give that weapon a name?" I muttered to myself as I looked over my shoulder to see the handle of the sword. "I'll think upon that later…"

Fifteen minutes in this walk, I'm not sure if I should be happy or not. It was worse than I had expected, all I saw were trees and even more trees. I was in a large forest and had a big problem. I don't even know where I was sent to! "This is extremely shitty." I muttered to myself as I looked around the area, only seeing trees, leaves, dirt and grass. "I take that back, it's extremely dumb I didn't think of this earlier." I muttered again as I started to walk up to one of the trees and started to climb it hazardously, I wasn't a professional.

Making my way through the branches, I almost fell a couple of times, truth be told. However, I did scrape my knee, hurt like a bitch. Making my way to the top, I peeked my head through the leaves and saw what would most likely be my only explanation about my situation, far ahead, above and on a cliffside a castle stood high, the only thing that I noticed was the black infant nevermoooooore "SHIT!"

I was tackled by the bird as I grabbed its wings preventing from flying up, as I fell down to the ground along with the Grimm, as we departed from each other's grasp falling to the ground, I was awake, but I wasn't hesitating as I latched on to the nevermore with a steel grip.

Twisting the neck of the Grimm until it came full circle, I heard the crack from the neck as I killed the Juvenile Nevermore. "Gah! Fucking string of luck ain't that hell for it?" I mumbled to myself, the smoke emitted from the Grimm was relieving to admit, I don't have to deal with it's corpse.

"Actually, Kiddo, that one was on me." I heard a slurred voice as I turned to see the man of the hour, the Charm of bad luck. Qrow Branwen. "Something the matter, kid?" He asked, shaking me out of my stupor.

"Sorry, I just… ended up here, wandering…" I said as I I stood up. "Where am I exactly?"

"Guess Oz owes me five lien. Your in Emerald Forest, where initiation takes place for Beacon Academy. Come on, this isn't a place where a child should be, especially with a weapon you barely know how to use." Qrow said as I started to stand up and felt wobbly, falling to my bottom, a growl erupted from my stomach.

"Haven't eaten any food…?" Qrow drawled out as I realized he wanted to know my name, I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

"Z-Zero." I said with a small stutter in my voice as I spoke, I had rewatched Code Geass before being sent here, Zero was the first thing that popped up in my mind when I was thinking of an alias.

"Zero? That's a weird name, doesn't really fit the color-" I interrupted Qrow.

"Dad said it could be null or the void of emptiness, Black or White, really if you think of it spiritually." I said calmly as I started to stand back up only to be grabbed by the collar of my shirt.

"Let me carry you back, your stamina is just gonna empty out faster." Qrow said as he pulled me up to his hip and wrapped his hand under my stomach and started to walk, slowly shifting into jogging, then into a full blown sprint. Let me tell you, I have never felt this much wind in my face like a bullet of speed.

{Two Hours Later…}

"You know, you should've told me you were travel motion sick." Qrow said as he patted my back. I raised my right hand to give him the middle finger.

BLAARG! "F-Fuck you, I ain't travel motion sick! I'm just not use to that speed, it was a fucking bullet travel, I never seen someone go that fast in my life." I retorted as I barfed another round into a trash in Beacon.

"Honestly, Qrow, What gave you the idea to take this poor kid on a sprint trip!?" Glynda Goodwitch reprimanded the old drunk, the teacher was rubbing my back. "And where did you learn such language?" She questioned me with a stern stare.

"... My pops, he said it in southern Mistralian once, but he mostly curses outside of that. I only picked up on it from my time I spent with him." I lied blatantly, I didn't have a good excuse for how I ended up in the Forest, maybe I could say I ran away? Later thoughts.

"Where are you parents now, Kiddo?" Qrow cut in asking that question as I paled considerably.

"Misfortune hit." I muttered loud enough for both teachers to look at me with a sad expression.

"I'm sorry for your loss, kid." Qrow said as he looked like he hit the bricks of the bottom.

"It's not your fault, even if they are gone. The world may be harsh but I will just brave through it." I replied with a small remorseful smile, my world has changed, I no longer have a family here, maybe I could just live my life here? Would I be happy?

"Sorry to be rude but what was that longsword you were carrying?" Professor Goodwitch asked as I looked over to the sheathed sword leaning against the bullhead's wall. "It looks older than it gives on."

"It's… a family relic founded at the end of the Great War, my mother said it was given to us due to the beliefs that our family were descendants of that person. Personally, it is a light weighted two handed sword with gravity dust infused along with carefully cut wind dust crystals. I called it, Void Eater, if it makes any sense." A made up summary of lies, Void Eater is the closest thing I came to a real name for the sword.

"No transformations, just a single longsword?" Glynda asked as I nodded my head. "Surely Range must be a problem?" She asked.

"No, it's more diverse in regards to its power. Void Eater is fundamentally complimented by Gravity and Wind, I can send high pressure blasts of air reinforced with gravity's repulsion making it sufficient to go right into battle without ranged weaponry." I replied.

"That's… unique. I never thought gravity and wind would be working so well together." She stayed as she looked at the sword in a new light.

"Definitely, but there is one thing. That bothers me, I heard that the owner could call it back on a whim however I don't know how that works." I said with an uncertain tone within my voice. "My confusion here is that there is a gravity dust crystal slotted at the pommel. So I'm assuming I need a bracelet for it." Stating the confusion of the weapon's instant callback ability.

"I see… it wouldn't be so far gone to assume that. How many tricks does this weapon have even at this old age?" Glynda asked as I looked at her with a bright smirk.

"I don't know but I am going to figure it out. hell maybe I can use it as a great Huntsman?" I thought aloud.

"A Huntsman? After all you've been through? Kid, you must have some steel mind after what you've been through." Qrow finally said aloud as he was left as the third wheel of the conversation.

"My mental fortitude isn't what you think it is, old man." I remarked with a small smile as I looked at Void Eater, the black blade of gravity and wind, it was asking to be tested, an edge so sharp and light that even the older Huntsman would fear.

"Maybe I should make a second sheath for the sword…" I muttered aloud, as the two hunters looked at me. "Oh! I was just thinking since the sword was so sharp I might as well make a second sheath blade to compensate for its sharpness, make use of it in practice and outside the field." I remarked with a small smile.

"You kid, are one strangely fitting person to be a Huntsman." Qrow said with a laugh.

"My dad said something about that actually. He said… "They are the demons of the night, the big, bad and evil. But you'll be worse. Rip and Tear until it is done!" I couldn't understand it when I was little, but I'm starting to get it now…" I smiled a bit faltering knowing I lied on that remark but I want to have a sense of pride to carry with that.

"Well kid, I'm not gonna lie. If your father said that, I pray to god he was a goddamn monster at slaying Grimm." Qrow said as I smiled at that. "Hm… how about I take you on as an apprentice?" The drunk said as I looked at him with surprise.

"Qrow you can't be serious-" Goodwitch was cut off.

"He said he wanted to be a Huntsman. I'm offering him the choice to undergo the training of a starter." Qrow shot back as I looked at the teacher then to the drunk, so many prayers in my head was running in, it kept crashing but I smiled at the thought of learning from the harbinger of bad luck himself.

"Sounds like a great idea." I said with a bright smile as Qrow laughed while Glynda groaned at this. "Kid, I hope you're ready for the travels and training of your lifetime."

"Ready whenever you are." I said as I smirked with confidence, before hearing a loud rumble of noise, originating from my stomach. As I looked at the two teachers.

"After I eat…"

{Ending}

Life by Rude-a

END

A/N

Black Rebellion Redux is here. I felt like it was needed among the mass of needing my own story rather than just following the plot line. I hope I am starting once again on the good side because I'm reinstating the shipping poll, No Ruby or Pyrrha though, too many of those ships I've seen.

Let the Holy Shipping Wars commence…!

{Omako}

[Back to Back With Jesus]

Inspiration: Coochie Wars by Devil Artemis

Zero: So there I was back to back with Jesus!

Qrow: Kid why are you tell-

Zero: DON'T INTERRUPT ME!

Qrow shuts himself up.

Zero: There I was Ak-47 on my right and a cross on my left, ready to bless those fuckers with our divine sauce.

Glynda and Qrow did a spit take at the mention of 'divine sauce'

Zero: I was down to my last clip so I yelled to Jesus, I need a melee Weapon! I never seen an Atlesian through a sandal so fucking fast in my life.

Qrow: (Whisper) I can't believe this kid is talking about this as if he actually fought…

Glynda: (Whisper) Just let him ramble on.

Zero: On that day I killed 638 prostitutes, [Qrow and Glynda did another spit take ready to stop his talking however he continued] It was called the Great Coochie Wars!

Qrow Glynda (In Thought): He needs help…