Look what I found! It's chapter 4! Were almost there guys, Beacon is just one chapter away! Ain't it exciting? Anyway, I'll get on with the reviews so you can get busy reading.

Eragon1928374655: I'm glad you liked the chapter! Gonna be honest, after you comment about OOMF I really wanted to name the chapter OOMF.

Alewar Warinot:

-Firstly, I like your ideas about the name.

-Secondly, no need to worry about the harem aspect(I'm not a Wattpad writer!). The reason I asked about the harem choices was because having every single character is unrealistic(Even for a fanfiction about a fantasy world.) and would make it difficult to web together a chart that would lead to a harem that large(I feel that if Jaune got together with Weiss first then she would be against a harem. But if he already had a harem and joined then she may be more open to the idea because there's proof it works.)

-Thirdly, I already have plans to make Penny a harem member cause it works very well with the plot of the story.

-Fourthly, incest may have a theme in the present part of the story, not sure yet. I do know that there will be incest themes when the future child of Jaune x sister appears but that is more of a possibility/route that didn't happen to this Jaune.

Qwertynus: Good to know people like my idea about reverse Arckos. Also as I said before, maybe it will. Just know that the future sections don't count for this(I plan to have a child between Jaune and Ozpin appear from a future where they're gay lovers. This puts the very straight Ozpin and Jaune in an awkward situation, comedy then ensues.)

Seem14: Thanks for the compliments buddy, glad you like the fanfic. I did want to use Ansel as the town name at first but then realized that it wasn't the canon name(I like to the stick to the canon as much as possible.) and decided against it. For the size of the harem...that remains to be seen. It may grow every now and then, just I don't want 10 chicks apart of it in a matter of chapters so I am limiting it loosely. Lastly I'm a fan of the yandere troupe without any knowledge of when my love for it began.

Giorno: Jaunes arsenal with be properly detailed next chapter, don't worry.

Kharn: Never thought about the reaction the parents will have when they see Ditto but by golly did you unintentionally start something magnificent.

Guest #1: Jaune's dad is a bit of an odd case. He lived a similar life and then grew to understand his own fathers ideals, to keep him safe from the outside world. Then when the whole ordeal came up and Gris saw Jaune again, he remembered how he felt way back when.

Guest #2: Yeah, I know what you mean about the Arkos stuff however this fanfic is a tad different as you'll soon find out. But when it comes to training past Jaune I know some problems will appear because of it(The butterfly effect.). I 'fixed' this problem in a sense; Ditto literally can't do anything to change the future without Chronos's permission(Chronos is making sure that the future will remain on the same general path.). As for the problem of Jaune being weak and strong in those fanfics...well I'm sure you can see that is not the case in this fanfic.

Chapter 4: Homecoming.

(Location: ?)

(Time: BB/Before Beacon, Jaune is 16 years of age.)

(POV: Ditto.)

When I 'took in' Jaune, my plan to make Jaune a warrior of warriors was set in motion. I was going to make him the perfect huntsman in mind and body by training him personally until I deemed him ready.

But today my entire plan went out the window. My original plan was to train Jaune until he was of age to go to Beacon before I gave him 'the test', a battle I wouldn't hold back.

I told Jaune this every year that had passed. In the beginning he said he was ready to do it(I didn't believe him of course.) though he eventually learned how strong I was and stopped trying out of fear. So guess how surprised I was to find Jaune challenge me out of nowhere.

Surprise was the only thing I could muster; somehow, somewhere, my pupil grew a large brass pair. I really wanted to deny him, it conflicted with my plans and his strength was far from up to snuff. But his eyes told me something different, strength hidden away for the right moment.

I couldn't say no to him, so now we are walking to the testing grounds which is a very special place to me. It was a vast cavern filled with a special kind of dust, and was the place I asked out my worlds Pyrrha.

"Whoa…" Jaune said in awe.

"Yeah, it's very pretty isn't it?" I smiled at him.

"We're fighting here?" He questioned.

"Yeah. I have personal reasons for it. Why do you ask? You having second thoughts?" I ask the boy turned man.

"Yep, like what do I need to do to pass?" I smiled at his witty retort.

"It's simple Jaune. You will come at me and I'll come at you, the one who can't move in the end is the loser." I say.

"Sounds simple enough. I just know there's more to it." Jaune said, knowing to read in between the lines.

"Right you are Jaune. I won't be using any semblance aside from my original but that is the only handicap I will have. I will wear my armor, use my real weapon and come at you with everything I got. Be ready to fight for your life Jaune." My words cause Jaune to nod.

With his consent given I prepare my arsenal. I put my armored bodysuit on and checked to be sure everything was in place. Then I used an earth controlling semblance to dig up my true weapon; my Crocea Mors.

Throughout my time here, I had used Pyrrha's weapons during combat. However I was never good at wielding mechashift weapons, I prefer the classics.

Unlike my students newly upgraded Crocea Mors, my Crocea was battered and time worn. Both the sword and shield were rusting, caked in splatters of red blood that could easily be mistaken for paint.

The shields lower portion was torn off in a way that made the bottom looked like teeth. My sword was chipped along the blade, making grooves that made it seem serrated. Honestly, if my father saw the blades condition he would freak out before I stabbed him in the eyes. I would never allow him to see his precious blade unless he was on the receiving end.

But I shouldn't think about that right now, I have pressing matters to attend to. I made my way back to Jaune, the look on his face showed a lapse in his determination before it came back tenfold.

"Those are good eyes Jaune." I say calmly as I place my helmet on my head. "Hope your able to keep them."

We were at a standoff, waiting for the other to move an inch. While Jaune's face showed his overbearing will, my face held a smile. Though he would never be able to tell.

(POV: Jaune.)

I finally asked Ditto for his final test after years of waiting for the right moment. Though, I don't think I would have found the right moment I was looking for, I didn't have the guts to challenge Ditto because I feared I would die.

Then I fought with my father, connected with him. The last moments were a blur to be sure. My shining aura and his hurricane of swords not only blinded us both, it also left us unconscious.

Dad said we would decide the victor later which gave me something to look forward too. But I don't think that is what caused me to do this, I think it was his final words before he left.

When he left he said. "The whole family can't wait to see you again Jaune. So don't take too long you hear, I can only keep things together for so long, you're our only permanent solution."

Those were his last words he said to me. They stuck to me like glue and pushed me forward. So when my birthday finally arrived I asked Ditto for the test.

As it turned out, my fears were very accurate and true. When he pulled out his terrifying looking weapon I instantly felt sweat form on my back. I should have taken that as a sign of danger but I didn't have time to think as he was instantly on my rear with slashes.

I believe I was putting up a good fight, we were both trading blows and he was being held back a fair bit. He always ended up hitting harder, always seemed to be quicker and always seemed to land the hits he wanted to.

I was bleeding all over the place. Most of it was from stab wounds on my chest that came from when he shoved the rigid part of his shield into it.

While I was bleeding out he remained perfectly fine in his armored body. Was it unfair? Yes it was. I just know that combat is never fair.

We attacked each other again, my blood loss becoming apparent as my body became slower than usual. It was just sad now, Ditto barley put effort into his dodges and parries anymore, he also stopped attack all together. He was trying to tire me out and succeeding.

"Nice try kiddo but this is the end of the line." Ditto said as he swung downwards.

His blade sliced into my shoulder, it's dull edge only allowing it to go a quarter of the way in. Then he started doing a sawing motion with his sword, pushing downward as he did so. The weapon now made it down to my intestines; I was far too tired to scream in pain.

I couldn't breathe anymore, images and illusions were flooding my vision. Images of my family, my old school friends...and my childhood hero. A white caped huntress who said the world needs more heroes.

"Don't let those bullies keep you down little guy. We are all capable of doing great things, you just need to work a little harder. You may be a frail boy now but given time, you could be the world's greatest hero, with a cool weapon and semblance to boot."

'I'm an idiot.' I thought to myself.

I still haven't revealed my ace in the hole. All I needed to do was execute a plan that could use it to the fullest. I glanced around and found that the dust crystals were aura replenishment crystals. They were crystals that slowly gave aura to people who could use it as long as their aura was close enough to activate it.

(Amplifying aura reach.)

I forced my aura's activation range to expand so it filled the room. My aura was instantly topped up and was starting to get overloaded. I needed to fix that quick.

(Amplifying regeneration rate and regeneration effectiveness.)

My wounds were completely healed. My wounds that would have been fatal to any huntsman became nothing more than a faint mark. I stood up and readied myself for my next move. Ditto who once stood over me was now a decent distance away.

(Disabling amplified regeneration rate and regeneration effectiveness.)

(Amplifying speed and strength.)

Ditto stood there without a care in the world, no doubt his curiosity got the better of him. He allowed me to charge this attack, labeling him a hypocrite for not following his own warnings.

(Amplifying amplified speed and strength.)

My body started to glow a variety of colors. I knew for a fact that this wouldn't be doable in any other situation. It was thanks to the conveniently placed crystals that allowed this to happen. Don't feel guilty though, Ditto was the one who taught me to take things as they are after all.

(Amplifying amplified x2 speed and strength.)

Even if it was underhanded and unbecoming of a hero, that didn't matter to me right now. Right now I was a huntsman, someone who would do all they could to win.

I launched my flurry of strikes, giving it everything I had. 'I'll be home soon everybody.'

(POV: Ditto.)

The pain I felt was overwhelmed with pride. I was in a heavenly limbo of unstoppable slashes. I couldn't move a muscle as he juggled me through the air, nor did I try to. His strikes at this moment were too strong to block or parry. Of course that wasn't an issue, why try to block or parry when your too slow to react in the first place.

I felt every wallop and swing as my body bent and lurched did to the blows. My aura had shattered the first few slashes and now my armor is taking the full beating.

First it got scuffed, then scraped, then nicked. Eventually his blows were leaving large marks on the armor. The scuffs disappeared as my helm shattered from the onslaught, the scraps conjoined into a huge gash across my chest plate and the nicks on my protective shell had foreshadowed my now missing limb.

Though my status was reduced to that of a bean bag I was ecstatic. The reason for this was because I could now see my pupils progress with my own eyes. Once my mask was gone and was no longer blinding me I got to see my student's will with the best seats you could possibly have.

My favorite part of the whole show was the final part of it. When Jaune rammed his blade through my heart, the momentum causing me to land on the protruding dust crystals below.

Jaune had tears in his eyes and was saying words I couldn't hear because of the ringing in my ears. All I could do was smile at his antics and accept my fate. An evildoer who tried to repent got his reward, his deathbed got to be his most sacred place.

This was the place he ran to so he could avoid his abusive family.

This was the place he buried his family after he killed them.

This was the place he asked out Pyrrha during his days of simply wanting to be loved.

This was the place he ran Pyrrha through when he found out her feelings were false.

This was the last place he visited before taking down the four kingdoms. After Salem and her rebellion were laid to waste by my own hands, after she whispered her last wishes in my arms.

"Can you bury me and my comrades in a peaceful place? A place where malice doesn't exist? Take our semblances like you took our lives if you must, all I ask is this."

I did just that and brought them here, one by one, to this very spot. When I carried Salem's limp body and asked if it would suffice she said it was perfect. I still think I cheated when granting her request, can't have peace in a place where the concept was never needed in the first place.

However I finally understand what she meant now. My technique to sense aura and emotions is exactly how she perceived the world. She perceived the world as a Grimm, always aware of the negativity around her. But in this place, where the crystals overpower that sense with emotionless aura, everything seems so peaceful, so quite.

Dying here is truly an honor. I opened my blurred eyes again and looked at my student who was in mourning. He was the only thing I did right that didn't involve killing. 'I'm proud of you kid.'

"Your story isn't over yet." Chronos stated.

As I was about to accept my fate Chronos spoke to me. 'Isn't over?'

"The huntsman named Jaune Arc, who stopped a rebellion and gave out justice to his superior, is no more than in infamous killer who died due to the gods he brought upon himself. But the huntsman named Ditto, who trained a youth into the next savior and stood tall as he repented, has yet to die." Chronos stated.

'Your right. I'm not Jaune Arc, that name belongs to my pupil. I'm Ditto, a risk taking huntsman who goes to great lengths for his students.' I thought with resolve. 'I gotta get up.'

With every ounce of strength I could muster, I pulled myself up and off the spikes with major difficulty. I only managed to get up with Jaune's aid, his worry ever present on his face.

"Ditto!? Your alive!?" He asked with shock.

"Thought I wasn't going to be but I was given a second chance at life and I'm not squandering it." I said back.

"H-Here, let me give you some aura." He stated as he poured his aura reserves into my own.

"Thanks. I can take it from here though." I used his aura to heal my wounds, making sure that I only partially healed the big ones so I could be reminded of this day.

"What about your arm?" Jaune asks with concern.

I smiled. "A war wound like this is too good to pass up. Nice move by the way, it caught me off guard."

Jaune scratched the back of his head. "Well I did hide it from you so I could use it for this very occasion."

"That's probably why you were so good at using it." I chuckled. "Now I want to give you something else as a reward on top of your ability to go home."

I held back my laughter when I saw Jaune's face. I knew it was about to get better when I revealed it to him.

I pretended to ponder what his gift should be. "Let's see...what to give you...oh I know. Jaune, how would you like my entire collection of semblances and aura capacity?"

"Aura capacity? Collection of semblances? I thought you just had a ton of aura and a diverse semblance. It does make more sense but I thought having more than one semblance was impossible." Jaune said honestly.

"It is for most people and you aren't wrong about my semblance being diverse. My actual semblance allows me to take aura and add it to my own. When somebody is alive when I use it I just drain their aura to recharge my own. When someone is dead when I use it, I take their aura capacity and add it to my own, this also gives me their semblance." I explain.

"W-why would you give them to me then?" Jaune looks worried, like he'll break under the responsibility. "I mean shouldn't you keep them since you know how to use them?"

He made a good point, but mine is better. "You're missing the point Jaune, I'm getting older and I am unable to use these abilities for anything anymore. It would be a waste to just safeguard them and I'd rather the collection get passed down to another person so they all don't disappear once I die."

Jaune started to fidget. "Alright, makes sense. I just don't think I'm the best choice for it."

I laughed at him for that one. "Jaune, you passed the final test, you've proven your more than capable to take up the mantle. But if you still don't like the idea of it being a gift then take the collection as a request instead."

"Request?"

I nodded. "Yes Jaune, I want you to have these abilities. You are the only person I trust with them, you will be able to keep them safe as they will do the same to you. So use the powers you gain to the maximum of their potential. It will start out weak, but as you connect the power and abilities you can use will just become more and more vast."

"Well if it starts out weak…"

"Jaune, I'll let you in on a secret. These abilities are practically add-ons in comparison to what you can do now. For example, did you realize that you currently have half of my total aura capacity? My aura capacity was quite a bit larger than average when I started out but now my aura capacity 20 times its original size thanks to my collection. You have an aura capacity that's the same size as half of that." I said to put it into perspective.

Jaune's eyes went wide as he realized what I was implicating.

"On top of that, these combined aura's will grow to match the size they were with me proportionally speaking, meaning that you'll eventually have a collection of aura capacity 20 times larger than your own. If you thought I was a monster, just imagine what kinda being you'll become from my spoils." I say with a grin.

Jaune's look of worry became one of dread. "On second thought I think I'l-"

"Too late, already transferred it. Have fun being a human with the destructive capabilities of the entire Atlas military." I teased.

Jaune then cracked under the pressure and fainted.

"Well...guess I'll take you home." I said as I carried Jaune's body over my shoulder.

(Timeskip.)

(Location: Roma outskirts.)

(POV: Ditto.)

I carried the brat to his hometown of Roma, my body was already feeling the affects of the aura transfer. Strength was leaving my body as I rapidly aged.

It was common knowledge that aura did mysterious things to your body. It made your muscles denser, giving you strength that didn't fit your appearance. Aura even kept you looking younger longer, the more you had the more effective it was.

So having the aura capacity taken from you at a rapid pace will have some major effects on your looks. My body used to look like that of a person in their early 20's, now it looked more like my late 30's.

My well trimmed hair and beard was already turning grey near the roots and my skin started to show how much experience I have as a huntsman. Still looked good considering I just turned 50.

Speaking of my ruggish good looks, this will be the first time I entered this town unmasked. I wonder how the Arc family will react to my old mug. Well it's not like I'll be staying for long, got some things at beacon that need my attention.

"So that's what you look like." The voice of Jaune's father said from the underbrush to my right.

"Bet you still can't figure out who I am." I challenged.

"I don't care who you are, the fact of the matter is that you stole a boy from his loving family." He grunted.

I would have snarked at that comment if I hadn't made peace with the fact they weren't my family.

Instead I made a joke. "I consider it an extended rental."

"I would beat you senseless for making a joke like that but it looks like I was beaten to the punch." Gris said.

"It was far more than a punch Gris. If it was then your boy would still be training under me for another year." My words made Gris's face change to a surprised one.

"He did what he set out to do?" He questioned.

"And then some, he kicked my ass. You should be very proud Gris, you witnessed first hand how strong I am, how much aura I have. Now as a gift, I have given every bit of it to your son here as a reward for his graduation from hell." I told Gris with pride.

I maneuvered Jaune with my only arm so I could fling him at his father. Gris caught him with ease before setting him gently aside. Staring straight into my eyes, Gris stood firm but without worry.

"Thank you for returning my son, it's good to have him back. But I can't forgive you for what you've done. I understand Jaune stayed of his own accord but he wouldn't have been there in the first place if it wasn't for you. Please stay away from my family." Gris asked politely.

"I don't want to see your family in the first place. I did what I set out to do and now have something else that needs taking care of. Busy schedule, you know how it is." I said as I began walking off.

"What are you trying to accomplish in the first place? Why Jaune?" His words made me halt.

I turned to him. "I saw a kid like me, talent-less and wishing for greatness, in a situation that would ultimately cause him harm. You wanted to protect your child but you should have known that his Arc stubbornness would lead him down the path of a warrior anyways. If that were to happen then his lack of training and skill would get him killed."

"A kid like you?"

"I too was talent-less, my parent's and sisters beat me to near death for it. However I learned that being talent-less just means that you have to work harder than anyone else. Eventually I killed my family with the skill I tempered myself, despite the fact I was talent-less. I used my method to train Jaune into what he is." I continued.

"You didn't really answer my question. There has to be something bigger going on right?" Jaune's father deduced.

I nodded. "Correct. I would love to tell you all about it but I have an unscheduled meeting with Ozpin to attend. See you when I see you."

With that I left my unconscious former pupil in his father's hands. I had so much to do in so little time. I had at most 12 hours to enter beacon and get the main job done.

The main job is to talk to Ozpin and convince him to let Jaune into his academy. Breaking in and speaking to Ozpin should take about 1 hour. My real issue though is figuring out how many people I can piss off in 11 hours and who.

(Location: Arc residence.)

(POV: Jaune.)

My eyes had difficulty opening, felt like the first time I was hit by a truck. When I finally was able to open my eyes fully, I found that I was in a nostalgic room. It had superhero posters on the walls, comics thrown about, my homework that was still on my study table.

Nothing had changed in the room since I left. This made me smile. Then I remembered a very important fact; this was my old room, this room was located at home. The thought dawned on me and forced me out of my bed in seconds. 'I'm home!'

I ran to the door and swung it open, finding my dad on the other side with a tray that had two cups of coffee on it. He stared at me and I stared at him.

Eventually my father said. "Welcome home my boy." Him and I to smile at each other for what seemed like years.

(Timeskip.)

"Have a seat kiddo." My dad said.

I did as I was told and sat on the couch in front of him.

"Now, your mom is currently out and about, we practically have the house to ourselves. That's why me and you are going to have a talk man to man." He continued, putting me on edge.

"What's up dad?" I ask with growing concern.

He gives me a grim look. "I need your help with something."

"Of course, anything." I respond.

Dad goes silent for a moment, his brain stringing together the right words to say. Eventually he shakes his head and stares me dead in the eye.

"This household has broken down after your disappearance." He bluntly says.

Dread starts to crawl up my back. "W-what do you mean?"

Dad sighs. "I'll tell you what's been happening to each of our family members one by one. Don't interrupt me when I do so, it's hard enough as it is to tell you as it is."

I nod and prepare myself for his explanation. He takes a deep breath in before he speaks.

"Lefts go from oldest to youngest. I've stopped being a huntsman for a little while, I'm the most emotionally sound in this family right now and it's my duty as the family head to ensure my family doesn't fall apart. But that made it so we stopped getting income, our savings went dry, so your mother ended up taking my place as the provider of the family. She rarely comes home anymore."

'What…?' My eyes widened at this. Mom was always against fighting, she considered herself a pacifist after she stopped hunting. She also would never just up and leave her family.

"Then we have your sister Rouge. She became a workaholic after you were gone and ended up moving to Vale to pursue a business. She became quite the big-shot too, she now owns the company that produces tombs, the portable/console gaming system that also triples as a communication device. We are very proud of her and keep in touch as much as we can but even though we're her family, we still need to make an appointment just to say hello."

This was just as surprising for me. Rouge always put family first, she was even proposed to by the boyfriend she had since she was 13 and turned him down because he called Vert a boy.

"At least she isn't as bad as Saffron. After you left, she took up training again and went to Atlas academy to become a huntress. Since she left, we've only been able to contact her once, and that was a few weeks before I found you in Vacuo."

Saffron too!? If I was younger I would have thought it was cool for her to be training. But now, after I matured, I realized that it would be rude of me to think that when she just wants a normal life.

"Noir and Blanc also went the huntress route. At first they went to Haven academy but this year they were transferred to Beacon for reasons we are unaware of. They at least keep in touch, though I could do without their constant complaints about each other. I swear that those two oppose each other like magnets nowadays, they're at each other's throats even though they're on the same team...as partners."

Even the twins huh...I could never imagine a world where Noir and Blanc split up. An argument here and there, sure, totally fine. But hating each other? No way in hell that could happen.

"It's not all terrible though. Vert and Blueu are currently prodigies in their respective fields. Vert is currently attending Bunker academy as we speak and will be returning for her break so we can celebrate her birthday. She even skipped a year. Blueu on the other hand has received many medals for her brilliance and is shadowing some great scientists who specialize in the field of dust science."

Well at least something positive has happened. They are still probably affected in some negative way, but at least it isn't keeping them down.

"Then we have Violet. She...well she...I think it's best if you saw for yourself." Dad said solemnly.

I braced myself for the worst as I followed dad down the hallway. Once we reached her room I could already tell something wasn't right; her door was covered in scratch marks and the paint was coming off in flakes.

"I think it's best if you went in there alone." Dad said as he leaned on the wall to the right of the door.

"...What do I need to know before I go in there? Is she injured or something?" Dad shook his head at my question.

"She took your departure the hardest. She thinks your still here, she mistakes you for a doll you gave her years ago. This made your sisters push her away because they thought she was mocking them. Not one of your sisters have tried to console her, and I'm not close enough to do anything about it." He paused as he moved his fingers to his temples. "She's...been living the same day over and over for 6 years."

Dad was tearing up, the pain that powerlessness brought was ever present on his face. I was at a lost for words myself. I wanted to tear up too, console my father and tell everyone that I'm OK. But my training with ditto has taught me that words alone won't make anything better.

I had to be smart, know that facts and see the issue through different angles. So I held back my tears and steeled myself for what was to come. I pushed open the door and came face to face with the issue at hand.

There Violet was, sitting on her knees across from a moldy looking rag as she poured it and herself pretend tea. Talking about her day as she fed the thing animal crackers.

The room itself was a in complete chaos, there was trash and food scraps everywhere you looked. Garbage bags were also present, signifying that an attempt to clean was made but given up on.

The rag she was sitting across from looked nothing like a doll no matter how hard you squinted. It was a brownish green color and had blackish strings popping out every which way. I had to think back quite a bit to figure out its origin.

The 'doll' in front of her had to be the limited edition white pumpkin pete bunny I gave her long ago. I only ever gave her 1 doll so my assumption had to be correct. But if that was the case, then how did the doll go from white to brown and green!?

My last observation was of Violet. Her hair was overgrown and disheveled, reaching the floor due to its length. Her clothes were far too small and were just hung on her body, if it weren't for the blanket that was draped on her back I would have been given a picture of my sister in the nude.

Disturbing is all my mind could say when I saw her. Violets eyes were especially concerning; her eyes that had been full of life where gone and replaced by an empty void.

I refuse to believe this is my sister! My sister, who always did her best when she colored; my sister, who always cried 'big brother!' and tackled me when I got home; my sister, who would pretend she was scared of the dark so she could sleep in the same bed as me.

No, this had to stop here and now. I walked up to Violet and her guest slowly. Then I coughed into my hand to make my presence known, drawing Violets dead,curious eyes.

I smiled and asked. "Is this seat taken?"

She shook her head and I sat down. "Would you like some tea mister?"

"Yes please." I politely accepted.

She poured me a cup and warned me about how hot it was. Taking careful 'sips' after blowing the cup, I started to feel a warm feeling. The twisted nostalgia I took hold and filled me with the determination needed to stick to the plan.

"So how was your day today Jaune?" Violet asked the doll.

"It was good Violet. How was your day?" I answered for the doll.

She gave a look of slight confusion, like what she expected to happen had happened but it felt wrong. In that moment I saw something in her eyes flicker.

She continued to face the doll, like I hadn't been the one to speak, and responded with. "My day was very, very, very, very good. I learned how to count to ten and learned my shapes. My teacher was so surprised that I was given a sticker!"

"Did you make any friends?" I questioned through the doll, causing yet another flicker.

She tilted her head. "Why would I need friends when I have the greatest brother in the world?"

I chuckled at that. "But how will you get married if you don't go and make friends?"

"Why would I marry a boy? They're yucky!" She said after sticking out her tongue. "The only boy I like is big brother! I'm going to marry big brother just like you promised!"

It completely slipped my mind I had promised her that. I was like 9 when I promised to marry her. Obviously it was a mistake to tread on these tracks, gotta bring the conversation back.

"I'm not all that great." I wave off.

In an instant Violet shoots up. "That's not true! Big brother is the coolest big brother in the world. He always gives me treats, reads me bedtime stories and scares away the boys who bully me."

Violets eyes had a glint of hope in them once more. I smiled at this new development for two reasons; 1, it feels good to be appreciated and 2, it's good to see her vigor return. Now for the difficult part.

I start speaking as if I'm the rabbit. "But I don't have any arms or legs anymore. I'm stuck in a chair, I smell funny and I'm ugly."

Violet freezes up, her eyes show that she's processing everything. As time passes her eyes darken even more then they were previously. The pained smile she had was now an indifferent line.

"What's wrong with that?" She asks. "I don't care how you smell and I don't care if your ugly. So long as you don't leave again I will always be by your side, and an Arc never goes back on there word."

She slowly made her way over to corpse of a stuffed animal and squeezes it until the stuffing comes out.

"And to make sure I keep my word, I took off your arms and legs." She said plainly.

As frightening as it was to hear that, it was important to press on. "But wouldn't you prefer it if I could hug you back? Wouldn't you like it if you could warm up with me when it gets cold?"

My words make Violet squeeze the doll tighter.

"We could bake cookies with mom just like we used to."

Her body started to shake.

"Go outside and have picnics."

The shaking intensified.

"Read your favorite bedtime stories."

The sound of sniffles could now be heard.

"Pretend to be superheroes with capes and superpowers."

Her body lurked forward, arms still wrapped around her body tight despite the slipping doll.

"And when times get tough, for either of us, we could go to our special spot. It would just be you and me watching the stars. Then when we get tired we'll put our necklaces together, go home and cuddle up in bed."

That was the last straw, the doll finally fell to the floor as Violet fell to her side. She quietly sobbed as she curled up into a ball. I felt guilty but knew it was for the best, Ditto believed that the best way to fix something was to start from square one, break the thing down and build it back up again.

I walked up to her and leaned down to hold her in my arms. I was attacked relentlessly, the claws that all children have stabbed and slashed at me to halt my advance. Eventually I got my arms around Violet and her assault slowed to a stop.

"I know I was gone for a long time my dearest little sister. But I'm back now and don't plan on leaving town for awhile. I promise that I'll spend all the time I can with you in that time."

She sobbed into my chest and her body went limp. My chest became soaked in 6 years worth of pent up tears. The tears dried after some time passed.

"I don't believe that, you'll leave me all alone again the first chance you get." Violet weakly mumbled into my hoodie.

I chuckle. "Cut me some slack my wee-little-v, an Arc never goes back on their word remember."

She looked me in the eyes. Her blue shining orbs stared deep into my soul as she finally put everything together. "Jaune?"

"Much better than your replacement right?" I joked.

"Jaune!" She hugged me this time, her tears coming back for round 2. I smiled and held her back, looking at the doorway to see my father give a nod of approval and mouth 'I'll give you some privacy.' before walking down the hall.

Man, this chapter is long too. Ah well, it's not like you guys will complain about a little extra story. Though there is a lack of detail in the battle between Ditto and Jaune, I felt that it wasn't necessary. I already did a big battle scene one chapter prior and this chapter was more about bringing everything together for the Beacon Arc(Heh, Arc.).

Before people say I'm making Jaune too powerful or that they dislike how much I'm pointing out that fact. Then let me just say that you should have expected it, I put it in the description after all. Besides, the overpowered bits of this fanfic are a secondary aspect of the story that makes it funny. The main portion is the children from various futures.

Next chapter will have Jaune enter Beacon Academy as a terror of the battlefield. He will meet the entirety of team RWBY and get a glimpse of how over-trained he is compared to his peers. The initiation will be next chapter after that.

Now here's a question before you all go about the rest of your day. How does sound to you guys?

I'm planning on making Ditto a teacher at Beacon, he would teach advanced survival studies. He would be blunt with his classes and give his students a hard time whenever he could, giving preferential treatment to Jaune(He would actually make things harder for Jaune.).

Though Ditto was weakened considerably this chapter, he is still quite powerful when it comes to combat(He never needed to use his aura on his opponents before so the change isn't actually substantial.).

I have many reasons as to why I want Ditto to be a teacher. Though my main reason for it involves a certain Schnee heiress getting told to eat shit by her teacher.

Anyways, that's all I have to say.

Good day my fellow fanficers, Spiffy.

(P.S: There might be some mistakes due to my lack of sleep over easter break.)