Hello dear readers, Spiffy here.

I want to thank the many people who are giving this story life. I mean look at the following; almost 30 people in a few chapters is a crazy number to me. So I want to thank you all, especially Alewar Warinot, the first reviewer for the story. I hear you loud and clear buddy, I'll try my best to make the story look cleaner as you requested. Your comments are the kind I'm looking for, they help me better myself as a writer after all.

Now let's get in to some info on the story. Last chapter, young Jaunes was 10 years old; this chapter he is 11 years old. This is because there is a gap in between the canon of RWBY and the first chapters events.

This information is important to know because the canon will begin in a few chapters. I know it's a huge part of the stories summary but bear with me please. I feel it's important to hold off on the beacon part of the story for a bit as I can explain some key points better. It won't be 50 chapters until the beacon arc. It will be more around the 5th chapter, maybe 7th that it will begin.

Speaking of the beacon arc; I would also like to say that aside from the changes in the Arc family, more enemies, Jaune being OP and the future children; this fanfic will not stray too far from the canon.

The Arc family has to change because of the way I made Jaune OP in the story. Him being kidnapped would make something similar happen to any family going through a kidnapped child incident, especially a child as loved as I perceive Jaune to be.

The "more enemies" won't have too great of an impact for those who are worried. I just wanted to spice things up a bit for the story. This includes more Grimm and more evil OCs. I did this for two reasons:

-One, as much as I like seeing OP characters style on other characters I want you viewers to have something new to see Jaune fight.

-Two, my OCD hates the fact that Salem has so many empty seats at her operatives table so I'll just fill them.

Jaune being OP doesn't affect much of the plot, it just makes things play out differently than they normally would.

The future children will not really change the canon, just add more to it.

Anyway, that's all I have to say, happy reading.

(Location: Hideout)

(Time: BB/Before Beacon.(After this the "time" will no longer be shown until a change occurs.))

(World: Tampered world.(After this the "world" will no longer be shown until a change occurs.))

(POV: Jaune Arc.("Young Jaune Arc" will now be called "Jaune Arc" while the Jaune Arc from the other world will be called "Ditto".))

With a swift blow to my wooden sword, Ditto knocked me on my back again.

"Good; but you can do better." Ditto says with a sigh.

"It's not fair, you have aura!" I complain.

"I haven't used it once in the full year I've been training you." He grunts.

Yes, "training". I don't think this is training at all, I've seen comics where the hero's train themselves to become all-powerful and this isn't it!

I study about aura, science, math and history; staying on one subject until I can say an essays worth of info about the subject off the top of my head. I have a monthly test on all the learned subjects and If I get any answer wrong I have to relearn it again. It makes my old schools seem like heaven.

But that's not all this hell school has to offer. "Gym" class has me work until I'm at my limits. Unlike the training my sister started making me do, this training is made by an instructor who didn't care. One of the things I had to do was push ups, did them until I heard cracking and snaps. Then I was forced to do more; when I couldn't move due to exhaustion or pain he would heal me with what he called a semblance so I could do more. And this was just one of the exercises he put me through.

Eventually I would get fed up and try to quit but then Ditto would say "Sorry but the weak hold no authority.". This would of course lead to a fight for dominance like the one now. I never won.

I get up off the ground and stare my tormentor in the eyes. "Speaking of, when will I get an aura? You said you wanted me to get stronger, right?"

Ditto nods. "Yes I do. But remember what I told you about aura? It amplifies your strength, it doesn't make you all-powerful. The stronger you are before you awaken aura, the stronger

the effects of it and the better its growth is as it matures. I'm strengthening you as fast as I can so you get the most out of your aura. After all, aura fully matures when the user becomes 25 years of age; that's when aura stops growing on its own, which is the best way to increase your aura efficiently. You do remember right? Do I need to give you some supplementary lessons?"

I raise my hands up in a panic. "No! It...it just slipped my mind, that's all." I answer.

"Alright. We'll just have a day long review tomorrow." Ditto states. As much as I want to curse about the review it's still better than the week-long ones he usually gives me.

"You know what, I think it might be time to awaken his aura. He's getting better with his fighting style which means we gotta up the curriculum a bit and use some real weapons. Meaning it would be the perfect time to give him an aura so it could act as a safety net." Ditto starts mumbling to himself to the point it becomes creepy.

"Ditto?" I cautiously back away.

"You know what, I've decided to unlock your aura." He says.

"Really!?" I say surprised.

"Yeah. Honestly I wanted to wait a bit more before I did, but I'm not getting any younger and you could probably fight a huntsman in training toe-to-toe now. As I see it your barely ready by my standards." He honestly says.

"Wait, a huntsman in training!? You mean like beacon students!?" I say flabbergasted.

"Precisely. It's not too impressive but...actually it is isn't it? Your like 15-"

"I'm 11."

"Wait a minute, eleven? Holy crap, that's how young you are!?" He screamed in panic before mumbling. "I just ruined a majority of his childhood."

He paced back and forth for a few minutes before he went deeper into the cave. Moments later, he came out in his new gear.

"I'm going out for a bit. When I get back I'll unlock your aura. Occupy yourself while I'm out." He says in a soft tone.

"What about dinner?"

"You got ingredients and a portable stove, make something." With those words the stone wall opened up and closed as he passed through.

Yup, this is my life. Training, learning and solitude. Ditto leaves me all the time so I can learn independence, at least that's his excuse. While that's bad in retrospect I'm kinda thankful about that fact because Ditto can't cook worth a darn and leaves me to cook for myself. Makes me thankful for moms embarrassing lessons.

Ditto does provide the basic necessities, with quality that would make you think he stole it. I have an amazing bed, a dust powered mini-fridge and a portable stove. All of that and yet I don't have anything to do for fun. He says if I'm bored I should do some training and crud like that. It makes me angry, though I suppose that's his plan; the more I train the faster I can get out.

(Location: Outskirts.)

(POV: Ditto)

I am caught between conflict of morals in my head. Just like how Salem made me question my entire life and changed my outlook for the better, the kid made me look at myself once more. 'I took the freedom of young child for the better...isn't that whole sentence oxymoron?'

"Don't falter. You may have created more accidents than you could solve by training Jaune, but look at it this way. You may have made a chain reaction of problems but your pupil will solve thousands after your done with him." Chronos says.

"Yeah, but...I know that a child's most important part of their life is their childhood; it guides their set personalities to define them in later years. Given his height I thought the kid was at least a teenager, during that time kids seek independence and parents begin to accept the eventual separation from their kids, especially in this Grimm ridin world we live in." I say to explain my plight. "I just don't want to end up like my dad; he stole my freedom and forced me to be what I am today. My life was hell; I don't want to make someone else's life the same."

"Your actions are the same, there's no denying it. But there was no other way to train Jaune Arc, his family wouldn't allow actual training. What you can do is help him, you went through the same thing, use that knowledge to help ease him through it." Chronos preaches.

I continue walking along the outskirts of the town. My destination was a house on the edge of the populated area, a familiar one to be exact. My current path would lead me there undetected, which was an essential part of my plan.

Eventually I arrive at the Arc household, a decently sized house that's far enough away from the populace to make sure there's general safety from the Grimm; a small group is easier to keep happy than a large one after all. Well at least until I took Jaune. But that will be nothing compared to today; after I compromise the security of their home it will all go to hell. I won't feel bad, even if they're good people; the trauma my family instilled in my mind will never leave me.

(Location: The Arc Household.)

(POV: Gris Arc.)

I like to think I'm a man of my word, but now I feel like I can't deliver this time.

My precious daughters are torn about Jaune's disappearance. I said I would get leads but a year has already gone by and I still haven't got a clue about my son's condition or whereabouts. But as the man of the Arc family I must be strong and pray for his return.

After I finished waking my wife I begin my daily check on my family. It's a new routine I do to check on how they're holding up and to simply see if they haven't been kidnapped.

First one to check is my daughter 21, Rouge. My first child with a motherly personality and isn't afraid to enforce our family rules. She became very protective of her siblings after the incident.

"Rouge? Are you in there sweetie?" I gently ask.

There's no response. My attention is drawn to a brightly coloured sticky note with the words "Remember dad, I got a job." written on it. Allowing me to relish in relief.

Second on the list is Saffron, age 16. She was always the rebellious one, always trying to find a way to leave the nest. She was hit the hardest by all this; blaming herself, degrading herself, anything to remember her new task, her new...obsession. Bettering herself even though it's not needed.

I knock on her door. "Saffron?"

"Yeah?" Her stressed voice said through the door.

"Can I come in?" I ask.

"No." Saffron said swiftly.

"I just want to talk, can you please let me in? I just want to keep you safe." I pleaded.

"And I wanted to keep Jaune safe. I guess we're both shit outta luck." My daughter said in an irritated voice, making it obvious that I was wasting my time.

Next are my two 13 year olds, Blanc and Noir, my twin daughters. Both always acted the same, always did the same things; but what set them apart was their personalities. Noir was a devious mastermind who was brimming with emotion. Blanc on the other hand was more of a follower despite being smarter than Noir. Blanc was the opposite of Noir, she was stoic, it didn't stop her from expressing how she felt through gestures though. Both where partners in crime; now they're at each other's throats.

I knocked on their door, but before I could say their names their voices rang out.

"I'm so pissed off!" Noir said.

"Please calm down." Blanc quietly pleaded.

"Shut up! I'm not following the orders of someone who doesn't even miss Jaune!" Noir accused.

"I do miss him, I just have a hard time showing it. You know that." Blanc said with a hurt tone.

"And that's why I was his favorite between us." Noir sneered.

"Actually, I was." Blanc shot back.

"No way!"

"Yes way."

I'm just going to leave.

Now, moving on to my sixth child, Vert, who just turned 9 three days ago. She was the adventurous one, the tomboy and the foul-mouthed one. Always ready to call me old any time she can. But as of late, she's been rather quiet.

I didn't have to knock on a door this time. As I rounded the corner, I saw Vert trying to sneak out the nearby window with a backpack brimming with snacks.

"And where do you think you're going young lady?" I say in a stern voice.

Vert flinches, knowing she did something wrong. She recomposed herself a second letter to say. "I'm gonna find Jaune!"

I grab her by the backpack and begin making my way to her bedroom. "I already lost a son. I'm not losing a daughter too."

"Put me down old man!" She screams while flailing her limbs. Her struggle was in vain, however as I already put her in her room and locked the door from the outside.

Honestly, could my daughters make this any harder than it is? Well... all except one. The second youngest Arc child; 7 year old Bleue (Actual spelling). She's a prodigy to say the least, skipped two grades of school before she even experienced her second year. She's very level headed and mature enough she could be mistaken as an adult in disguise.

"Bleue? Are you there?"

A few footsteps could be heard before the door opened. "Yes, how may I help you today my father?"

"Just making sure you're still here. You doing OK?" I ask with concern.

"Your lack of faith in my mental state is concerning."

"Don't be like that, you know how much I worry about you girls. After the incident, everyone's been at their wits end."

"You don't need to worry dad, I'm not like the others. It'll take a bit more than Jaune disappearing to make me break down." Bleue began to close the door, but I stopped it with my foot.

"Don't lie to me Bleue. You may seem to be holding it together but I know better; you've been more focused on your studies, shutting people out of your life."

"...I know."

"Just remember that you can talk to me when things get rough."

"...I know…"

With that she closed the door. It went better than I expected, though to be fair she wasn't the one I was afraid of talking too. Not because she's difficult or rebellious; but because she took it harder than any of us.

I'm of course talking about the youngest Arc child, Violet. She is 5 years old but right now, she's a year back mentally. After Jaune's disappearance she's been in some sort of trance, we've tried everything at our disposal but it just doesn't help; It's like she's stuck in the past.

The doctors say that a child's mind will revert back to a previous state if an unwanted change occurs. That makes sense in my mind, Jaune was closer to Violet than anyone in our family; that includes me and my darling wife as well, much to our dismay.

When I get to her door I don't even bother knocking, I just let myself in. No matter how many times I see it; no matter how many times I brace for it; it always shocks me to the core to see this image.

My daughter was pouring pretend tea into a small cup. "Would you like some more tea Jaune?" She asked the rancid stuffed animal across from her.

After listening to it's silent answer she poured the old rabbit a glass, watching intently as it supposedly drank the tea. This was the state of my youngest child; reduced to a host for an endless tea party.

She took breaks of course; to bathe; to eat; to stretch her legs and to go to the bathroom thankfully. But she never did any of that alone, she always did it with "Jaune".

The Jaune I speak of was an old 3 foot tall rabbit that was falling apart at the seams and smelled like it could pass off as toxic waste. Why don't we wash it you ask? Because we can't. She won't let the damn thing out of her sight, all those breaks I told you about had some catch that involved the rabbit.

Bathing had to be done with her and the rabbit in the tub together. She would always make sure to "wash" it while she talked about her first day of daycare, a day that happened months ago. Were pretty sure it's begun to grow mold inside; anytime we tried to dry it off she would say that Jaune was a big boy and could dry himself.

Eating had to be done side by side or with her in the rabbits lap. She would only eat Jaunes favourite foods, making sure to "feed" him anytime she said he felt hungry. The stains on the rabbit have increase in volume and colour each day, making it look like a rabid animal.

Anytime she goes out to play with the rabbit, she always makes sure its velcroed to her sleeves. We actually suggested she do it; we didn't want another fiasco where it goes missing and she has a panic attack. But she took that quite seriously and ended up making sleeves out of velcro strips.

Bathroom breaks are the worst of them all. She always had trouble with the potty and usually needed help; but because I was too busy with my job and my wife already had to deal with the housework we left it to the children. That of course ended up falling into Jaune's hands which is now biting all of use in the ass. Violet won't let anybody but Jaune help her with the potty however our Jaune isn't here, so I assume you can see where the problem is.

Violet eventually realizes I'm in the room. "Oh! Hi daddy! Do you want to sit with us?"

"Sure sweetheart." I sit down in my usual spot.

"I hope you like it, it's Jaunes special blend."

I give a hollow chuckle. "Is that so? It must be good then."

"Of course! Jaunes just that awesome!" She beems. "I'm so glad I found him in the attic. I still find it silly that Jaune was playing hide and seek by himself!" She giggled to herself.

Yup, that's the alibi. When the incident went down she was confused and disheartened, always asking where Jaune was. It always hurt to tell her he was taken away because she would always deny it and made us out to be the bad guys. That was until she shouted that she found Jaune.

Everyone had rushed to the scene to embrace Jaune only to find that she was referring to a stuffed animal instead. It created a distance between her and the others, especially my wife. She was overjoyed and filled with hope, only to find it smashed in front of her by her own flesh and blood. She was angry at her for awhile, she refused to talk to her for making such a cruel joke; then she realized Violets condition and was filled with grief, her reason for ignoring her changed into something else, something much more troubling.

"Daddy are you angry?"

I noticed now that I was grimacing at my thoughts. "Sorry sweety, I just remembered I have stuff to do."

She tilted her head. "What kind of stuff?"

"Grown up stuff." My words made her cheeks inflate in anger.

"Foowee! Oh well, at least I have Jaune!"

"Yeah…"

I walked out of the room, making sure not to look back. I still have one more thing to do, one more thing to check up on. I make my way our Arc centerpiece, the room with Crocea Mors on the mantle. My son would have loved to wield it, the rest of the family knows this too. It's original purpose was to win fights and come out like a hero; now it's our monument for Jaune.

As I walk into our makeshift chapel, I feel an odd presence. In front of me was a person in a full body suit that appeared to be armored. The strands of metal that covered the suit were weaved perfectly together to maximize defense and movement, that much I could tell. The armor was black with what looked like dark purple outlines; judging by the figure I assume it was being worn by a male. His back was turned to me, but I could see he was tinkering with something.

Just before I was about to call out the stranger spoke first in a distorted voice. "I was wondering when you would arrive." He turned around around to face me.

His face was covered by an armored helm that looked impossible to see through which explained why he sounded like he was speaking through a mike. In his hands was Crocea Mors, my sons weapon.

"What is your business here?" I ask in a threatening tone.

"To say you have my sympathies, to greet an old friend and to return something to its rightful owner." He gestured towards the sword.

"So your a thief then. A thief who has the audacity to strike when a family is at its lowest."

"It's not stealing when the one who possesses it never owned it in the first place. If I remember correctly, this swords owner changes through the generations of the Arc family because of tradition. And right now this sword is has no owner." The man said.

I narrow my eyes and begin my prodding for information."Your quite knowledgeable about Arc tradition for a petty thief. Tell me, do I know you? Are you perhaps working for someone who knows me? A normal burglar wouldn't have information of our family secrets, an Arc only ever tells close friends that kinda stuff. So either you were once a close friend from the past, or your working for one."

"Mister Arc, me and you both know that can't be possible. After all, your friends should be 7-8 feet under. The fall of mount glenn was the cause if I remember correctly." Those words put me on edge.

"You're definitely not an everyday thief. How do you know that kind of classified information mister...?"

"Hehehe, don't even bother trying to find out my identity, it's been lost in time; instead you may call me Ditto. To answer your other question, It doesn't matter how I know especially since I won't be here for too much longer."

"Good to know, I won't stop you from leaving, in fact I'll help if you want. Just know that Crocea Mors won't be coming with you."

"Oh? And how pray tell are you going to stop me?" I smirk at that comment.

"You know my family tradition Ditto, don't you find it odd that I'm still a hunter even though I'm not the current owner of the sword? An Arc warrior who takes Crocea Mors as their own will be put under a sacred oath; an oath to fight so long as you wield it and to leave the fights to come to the future generations once you pass it on. Well I never used the sword in the first place, I'm still allowed to fight even though I'm a male Arc who became a hunter."

"Of course I knew that. Your semblance is powerful, you never needed to enlist the help of the sword because you could fight just fine on your own."

"That's right-"

"Don't lie to me Gris Arc. We both know the true reason you didn't use the sword was because your daddy said you were too weak to carry on the Arc tradition." He laughed at my dismay, leaning back more than he should have.

That caught my attention. 'Nobody besides my father and I know that. It was a private event that we kept to ourselves. How did this guy know!?'

"Awww, did I strike a nerve?"

"I don't know how you know these things but you'll find that confronted me while expecting me to be an easy target was a dumb move. That was years ago; now you face professional huntsman Gris Arc!" My aura burst to life, my semblance activated and ready to strike. But something was wrong.

"I'd love to see you fight without your aura." After he finished his sentence my aura shattered, taking my semblance with it.

"What the hell!?"

"Don't be too surprised. While you were trying to get me to talk, I absorbed your aura. Now you're as defenseless as a newborn babe."

"I can still fight!"

In the blink of an eye I was on the floor; pain erupted from my head. With how he was positioned above me I could tell I was clothes-lined.

"It's saddening really. Your so hostile towards me even though we want to give this sword to the same person, I hope Jaune doesn't get upset that you tried to stop him from fighting...again."

"...Jaune? You know Jaune!? How do you...he's been missing for a year, how could you possi-" I tried to get up but Ditto slammed his foot on my chest.

"Of course I know him; if I didn't, your house would be up in flames and villagers would be murdered. Besides; people usually know who they kidnapped." His foot slammed into my face moments later.

(Timeskip)

When I came too, I found myself in a hospital bed. To my right was my eldest daughter Rouge sleeping in a chair. I tried to get up but found I had multiple bandages and harnesses keeping my still. My struggling eventually woke Rouge up from her nap and in an instant she was to my side.

"Dad, stay down. Your in no condition to move right now." She said with a concerned voice.

"Bah! Putting medical chains on me won't stop me." I pout.

"Maybe not, but those shattered ribs will sure slow you down enough to bring you back." She said sternly.

"Shattered you say?" I recall the previous events. "Guess it makes sense, I was the victim of an armored lariat without aura. Man that burglar packs a punch."

"Hold up, what!? What do you mean burglar!?" She slammed her hands on my bed in distress.

"Didn't you see the end result, Crocea Mors is missing."

"No I didn't. I found you hanging over the edge of the town's public well like a drunkard; you had no pants or underwear on and had "insert coin here" written on your ass in marker."

I couldn't help but smirk at that. "Heh, at least Ditto has a sense of humor."

My daughter glared at me. "This is no laughing matter dad. You were humiliated, Crocea Mors is gone and a criminal who was strong enough to best you in combat is on the loose!"

"Calm down Rouge, it's not all bad."

"How can you be so positive!? Nothing good came from this at all!" She was starting to ruffle her hair, obviously at her wits end.

"Well I don't know about you but a lead on Jaune's location is a positive thing to me."

Well, ain't this chapter long eh. There is something I have to point out before you guys do; the older Jaune is shorter than canon Jaune due to malnutrition. This causes older Jaune to mistake him as older because his own height is all he had to go off of. Now, I have a question for you fellas, nothing too major, just something to get the blood pumping. Who is your favorite RWBY character? I asked a similar question in my other fanfic but I want to ask once more. Because I know for a fact that different people read different fanfics and the other one may not be right for you guys.

That is all, Spiffy.