Ooops, I did it again. It took a long time but it's finally out, the next chapter! Honestly, this would have been out sooner but I went on a trip over the long weekend and had to focus on graduation and school for a bit. Anyways let's get through the reviews and get onto the literature!

: Good to see a fellow brother in arms! Don't worry buddy, this fanfic will not become horror based in any way and will try to be as funny as possible. However, Violet's character, while yandere in the beginning, will devolve to mere clinginess. However that doesn't mean an actual yandere won't appear down the line.

123: Indeed, but you'll see how we fix her education in this chapter.

14: Thank you for the compliment, I appreciate it! The road to heal the Arc family will be a long one but not an impossible one. The reunion will happen eventually but I feel Beacon should come first and have the family come to him.

1928374655: Here's a Neo approved tube of ice cream, eat those tears away buddy.

-1: I feel that child services would be more prominent in the kingdoms rather then villages outside of them. As for the funny farm, Gris was told to keep her at home by a professional. Plus if he was told otherwise he would definitely fight to keep her at home.

: Hope the chapter is up to your standards.

-2: "Hear that Ditto? People like your future position." "Shut up! Can't you see I'm preparing spitballs for the Schnee brat!?" "Alright then."

: Thanks for the compliment! It's kinda true that there's a pattern when it comes to these fanfics and in a way, that pattern is what draws us to the fanfics. It's the author's own twists that make a reader intrigued.

Warinot the juggernaut: It's good to know that my skill has grown a noticeable amount and really do hope that the chapter is still good even though I'm a tad rusty. I will continue to better myself until eventually I can write the fight scenes in a way that pops. Drama wise, the whole scenario I have put out is made to be as realistic as I could make it; nothing gets fixed in a day and everyone handles things differently, something I see some writers overlook. I also agree with your statements about mystery and have pointed one out in the chapter involving Ditto. Then you got the kids, the big ol peak of the mountain for this story. Let me tell you my thoughts on your concerns; if that's all your worried about then you'll really enjoy what I got in store for you!

-3: Yes and no. I do not plan to have Violet apart of the harem nor do I plan to have her be a full on yandere. She'll have her moments but she'll be pretty chill, all things considered.

Now that that's done, time for another long ass chapter.

(Location: ?)

(Time: JBB/Just before Beacon, Jaune is 17 years of age.)

(POV: Jaune.)

Life's been...great? Still trying to decide really. Sure, I've reconnected with my family as much as I could but there have been some major issues. Firstly, practically all of my sisters aren't even in the house, making it difficult to let them know I'm OK. Secondly, the first problem can't be dealt with because contacting my sisters is a challenge in itself.

Out of my six missing sisters, I could only get a hold of half. The half I'm referring to is made up of my sisters Noir, Blanc and Vert, though I personally don't think Blanc and Noir count. When we called them, dad wanted to surprise them and asked me to hide, this was a huge mistake.

15 seconds into the call with Blanc, Noir tried to steal her scroll which lead to a fight that destroyed the device. When we tried calling Noir's scroll instead, Blanc decided to take revenge and break hers out of spite. We haven't heard from them since.

After our failure with Blanc and Noir, mom decided that it would be best if we got straight to the point. Following mother's sagely wisdom, I called Vert and boy was she surprised. I still remember the whole conversation.

(Flashback)

I dialed up Vert's number and waited for her to pick up.

"What do you want dad? Can't you see I'm studying?" Vert complained while surrounded in junk food wrappers.

"I'll leave you to it then." I said back while pretending to hang up.

"Who the hell are-! Jaune is that you!?" She shouted, causing me to move my head to save my ear from permanent damage.

"Pretty sure. Unless I'm a stranger who knows where you hid dad's stapler." I joked.

"Holy shit! You're fuckin huge now!" She shouts louder than before.

I deadpan. "I see that your colorful vocabulary has grown as much as I have."

"Well duh dumbass. I went to school to learn things; like how to count really quick, to locate lost things, to beat the crap out of said lost things, drag the lost things home and then beat them up more." Vert listed off.

"My goodness, I must have had a bigger effect on you then I thought. To think that my disappearance caused the leader of the anti-homework squad to learn!" I dramatically say.

"Learn is a trong word. The retarded teachers just cram useless information into your head. I mean come on! Why do I need to know that a Hellraiser's weak point is it's damn wings? All you have to do is fucken stab the bastard!" Vert complains while pulling at her hair.

"That's actually useful info young lady." I scold.

"And how do you know mister lost thing?" She questions with hostility.

I chuckle. "While I was playing damsel in distress, I was preparing myself for my future as a huntsman. Now, while I've only fought two people in over 6 years; dad, the second person I fought, says I'm pretty good."

It only dawned on me a bit later that she called me a lost thing. Putting a ton more weight behind her previous words.

Vert smirks at my boasting. "That so? Well I guess I'll have to see for myself when I come home for br...shit." She trails off before swearing, realization grows on her face.

"What is it Vert?" I ask.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, piss, damn it all!" She cried. "Fuck me in the ass and call me gay, I literally just talked to that cunt of a fucking guidance counselor about my break. I told that triple fisted bitch that I wasn't going to go home so that I could train here with the advanced equipment! The whore even told me that I couldn't change my fuckin decision because I was passed the dicked due date for my break plans! And of course my mother fucking big bro comes home after 6 years as soon as I get back to my room! Shit, fuck, piss, damn it, bitch!" Vert's flurry of profanity started to make me uncomfortable.

"And I thought that Ditto was bad." I sighed.

Vert has to catch her breath after she erupted like she did. "You know what, I'll just come next year to visit. Yeah, then I can train up a bunch and kick your ass. Be prepared Jaune!"

"Hate to burst your bubble there Vert, but I won't be here next year."

"..."

"..."

"You fuckin kidding me?" Vert says in a calm voice, her eye twitching all the while.

I nod. "Yeah, I know how strict Bunker academy is with it's days off, you only get one during winter. But by the time your next break comes around, I plan to already be at Beacon."

Vert looks simply livid. "You son of a bitch. You plan to make me fuckin wait another full year to visit my...dearest...big brother after I waited for 6 years? Well screw that! You may have joked about my study habits earlier, but you haven't seen what I'm capable of. Get ready to welcome your sister at Beacon shithead!" She yelled before hanging up.

I'm relieved and glad about the result. I'm glad because Vert still has her vulgar flair, even if it's grown exponentially. But I'm also relieved because I don't have to talk to her anymore, my virgin ears can only take so much.

(Present.)

Yup, that happened. Now I can only wait for the coming doomsday that is Vert. But let's not focus on the past or future, let's focus on the present and the people in said time. I may have been unable to talk face to face with my adventuring sisters but I could talk to the rest of my family.

My dad was very glad about me coming home, a tad too happy. There hasn't been a day that's gone by where my dad hasn't challenged me to another fight or tried to ambushed me. I always have to drop what I'm doing to either decline his challenge or to defend myself. It should have gotten annoying by now but it's actually quite soothing, reminds me of my training with Ditto but less intense.

My mother was also quite happy even though she didn't show it. She gave me a massive hug before staring at me with her signature look. She always had a small smile which looked motherly on the surface, but people who know her will understand the meaning of that look. Her smile was akin to an emotionless face, unchanging as it masks the true feelings the person holds inside.

Luckily she was less pissed at me then I thought. Her anger was instead directed at my poor father, who had falsely said I was home on multiple occasions to get her to take a break from hunting for a day. Top that with the fact he kept my location secret and you get one dad in a doghouse.

Finally we get to Violet. In the beginning she was extraordinarily clingy. She wouldn't let go of me for anything. She had to sleep in my bed in order for her to sleep, needed my help when she went to the bathroom and refused to go to school unless I was there.

It was rough for the first few months, really rough. However I was able to deal with a ton of the problems. Letting her sleep with me wasn't an issue but I made sure to get her a body pillow for when I go to Beacon. When she took me to the bathroom, I made sure to avert my eyes and told her what to do instead of doing it myself, through persuasion of course.

Then for her education. Well...since we couldn't take her to school, I thought it would be a good idea to take the matter into my own hands. She was very behind when it came to education, so I used the methods Ditto used to teach me. I don't know if it was because of my methods or because Violet was a info sponge but she was rather quick to learn what I was teaching.

She is currently at a grade 2 level of civilian education, which is astounding considering her previous state. Violet has also toned down the clinginess and is far more independent than before; won't stop her from spending all the time she can with me though.

My biggest concern about Violet is her insistence on marriage. I don't remember much about that whole situation and was very concerned that the Arc code, staying true to your word after giving your word as an Arc, would force me to marry her. But after some digging I found out that I didn't give my word as an Arc and just absentmindedly agreed to her.

I was relieved but also felt a little guilty. Violet gave 'her' word during that situation and while Arc law says that Arc's under the age of 5 won't be affected by the rule, she is still very adamant to stay true to her word. I just hope I can defuse the situation before she makes another Arc oath that ruins her chances at finding love.

All in all, life outside of Ditto's grasp is great so far and I can't wait to see what happens next.

My train of thought was halted by Violet tugging on my sleeve. "Big brother, what are you doing? We gotta go see mommy and daddy."

I laughed at her childish nature. "Alright, alright, I'm coming."

"Ahh, Jaune, good to see you my boy, have a seat." Dad said while gesturing to the chair across from him.

I sat down on the marshmallow that's my chair. It's comfy cushions dragging me down into the abyss that is bliss. Seconds later, Violet sat on her own source of bliss, my lap. Any other man would unintentionally get aroused by having a cute girl like Violet sitting and wiggling about on their lap. But thanks to my secret technique 'libido control', no such reaction will ever appear on my body. Plus I'm not a pedo so I wouldn't get aroused anyways.

"I see you got the best seat in the room Violet." Dad says with a grin.

I grin as well and begin stroking Violets head.

"Y-Yesh. Big brosher is the beshtest. I am filled with blish." Violet sighs with a goofy smile.

Dad chuckles. "Well then you'll really like what I have to say. Remember how Jaune's going to Beacon?"

Dads words cause Violet to tense up and wilt like a flower. "Ye-yeah."

"Well after a bunch of negotiations and careful-"

Dad gets cut off by mom, who just entered the room. "Were moving."

"Moving?" I look at mom quizzingly.

"Yes, I wanted to talk to you two about the finer details of your father and I's decision." Mom answered.

"We thought it would be a good idea to move to Vale." Dad finishes off.

Violet tilts her head and puts a finger to her lips. "Vale? Isn't that where big brother is going for school?" Violet asks.

"Right on the money daughter dearest! Since Jaune just got back home, it's been a pain to persuade your mother to let Jaune leave again. So instead of arguing day in and day out, I suggested that we just move closer to Beacon. That way we could see Jaune more." Dad explains.

I express my concerns. "Wait a second dad, what about the Arc estate? We can't just leave the house that's been passed down for generations."

Dad gives me a somber smile. "The Arc estate doesn't exist without Arc's to occupy it my son. Which leads us onto our next reason for moving."

"We are moving to Vale so that we can look after you, but we are also moving so that we can draw in your sisters. Vale is considered the center continent and true to its name, it's the main link between all the kingdoms, making it easier to hunt down and bring back your sisters." Mom says.

Gotta say, that the plan is sound, but that's to be expected, mom was the one who made it after all. She was always the more calculated of my parents.

"Does that mean I can see big brother everyday?" Violet asks with enthusiasm.

"Not everyday, but pretty darn close." Mother answers with a chuckle.

"Ehehe, yay!" Violet spins around and squeezes the life out of me.

Mom and dad chuckle at our interaction while I glared at them. Violet was burying herself into my chest with such force that, if I didn't have aura, she'd be six feet under.

"Hey, quick question, where exactly are we moving? We getting an apartment? A run down shack maybe?" I joke.

"Why would we move to any of those places when we can just live right on Beacon grounds?" Mother questions.

I ran her words through my head a few times and I still thought mom lost it.

"I don't think that's how it works mom. The Beacon staff would definitely be against the idea and even if they weren't, they wouldn't give up dorm rooms to non-students nor would they take money out of there budget to build us a place to live." I say with growing worry.

"Your correct on all accounts Jaune. But don't worry, your mother and I have got that covered. We've already 'persuaded' Ozpin to let us stay so long as we make the home ourselves." Dad says.

"How-"

Dad cuts me off. "I think it would be better to just show you."

Dad leads all of us outside of the house. He makes us travel a fair distance before turning towards the house.

"Your turn dear." Dad says.

"Right." Mom says back.

Mom walked up to our house and pointed her hand at it's exterior. A gentle glow began engulfing the entirety of the Arc estate. Once everything that could be considered Arc property was covered, it all blinked out of existence, the ground shook as dirt sunk into what used to be the basement.

Dad sees my amazement and whispers into my ear. "It's her semblance."

"What kind of semblance is that!?" I whisper back.

"She called it kidnapping." Dad whispers to me once more.

"Kidnapping!?"

"Yeah, she can store objects in a pocket dimension of sorts and can take them out again at will. When we attended Beacon, she used it on me before initiation to ensure that we were partners." Dad whispered as he shivered in fear.

Note to self, don't piss mom off.

"Well I think we should be going." Mom says.

"Where are we going mommy?" Violet asks.

"Well we can't stay here anymore jellybean, I already stored the house. So were going to head to Beacon early." Mom says.

Though mom tried to play it off as a lapse in judgement, it was plain as day that she had her own agenda.

(Time-skip.)

(Pov: Ruby Rose.)

I was currently hunting down Roman Torchwick. It was super exhilarating to play the part of heroine! To think that I left home to just get the newest release of weaponry weekly. I never could have imagined that I would be going toe to toe with a renowned criminal.

It all started when I was browsing the vast selection of treasures. I had my headphones in, just listening to some tunes, when suddenly a bad guy tried to mug me. Then after showing off my sick skills the bad guys were all like 'Noo! Don't hurt me!', 'How can we beat such a heroic lady!' or 'It's impossible guys, she drinks milk!'.

But then the big boss bad guy came in was all like 'Ha! I drink milk too!'. Then he shot at me with his cane and was trying to escape. But I, the great and powerful reaper of calcium, was not having it.

Using my semblance I flew upwards and landed on the rooftop where Roman was.

"Give it up Torchwick!" I shouted in my most heroic voice.

Roman laughs at my face before saying. "Look here little red, I'm a hard working man who's still in his prime. I can't let someone who hasn't even matured take me down, it would destroy my pride. Besides, is it really a crime to do your job properly?"

"Crime doesn't pay Torchwick!" I shout while aiming my baby at the villainous foe. (In hindsight this line is awful if you don't have context.)

Roman pulls out a stack of money and fans it for me to see. "I beg to differ."

I grit my teeth. 'To think the first boss would be an arrogant villain!'

Before I was able to act, a bullhead rose from the edge of the rooftop. Roman walked onto the ship and gave me a curt bow. Then he pulled out a red dust crystal and threw it my way before aiming his gun at me.

"Adios kid!" Roman said before firing his cane.

I braced myself for the impact but only heard an explosion. I felt no pain which was odd, even if I had aura an explosion should hurt shouldn't it? I looked up to see the back of a huntress with a purple cape, a giant rune thing appearing in front of her.

"Shit! We got a huntress!" Roman shouted to his pilot.

Seconds later Roman ran to the front of the bullhead and was replaced by a shadow covered figure with glowing markings. Suddenly, flames burst out from the ground and caused me and the huntress to dodge the inferno.

I watched from the sidelines as the huntress battled the shadowed villain. It was super cool! The pyromancer vs the witch, totally sounds like a movie title! But while I was fangirling, I failed to notice a man with in horribly damaged armor and a missing arm had appeared.

When I looked at the man, I thought he was a pedestrian turned victim. But something stopped me from warning him. I'm not sure what it was but I swore that heard a tiny voice mumbling something.

"The witch who brought innocents to their knees...a robin hood who's reduced to common crook."

I couldn't make sense of it. My thoughts were halted when the man raised his hand into the air. This action drew the attention of the two combatants. The man's smile became more apparent as the spotlight fell onto him.

In a single yet swift motion, his body folded seemed to fold itself as he leaned back. "Fall victim to my lullaby!"

The air around him began to distort as his aura became visible. It's bright white color made him look like a holy figure who descended from a higher plane of existence. That was what it resembles before it began convulsing, beating like a heart. Every beat added black to the mixture of aura and before long, we were all engulfed.

I've experienced a lot of things. Good things like getting a puppy for Christmas. Bad things like finding out Yang had thrown my comic away. Scary things like the moans that came from mom and dad's room throughout my childhood. But never have I experienced something quite like this.

Screams, metal hitting metal, explosions, crying, pained yelps, yelling. All of these awful sounds met my eardrums and yet I felt indifferent to it all. I saw images of people being stabbed, two even looked like yang and mom and yet I felt no pity. I smelled blood, sweat, sulfur, ash and yet it felt natural to breath. I felt pain, hunger, broken and tired yet felt well enough to stand strong.

For a while I pondered the many possibilities for why this may be. Maybe I was a freak who liked this stuff, maybe I was knew they weren't real. But I finally decided on my reason for it. In the background of it all, something was drawing me closer.

The agony my body felt was nothing compared to the cool breath on my skin. The rancid smells were drowned out by the lovely smell of pie. The previous sights from the past were covered by the images of a sun falling on the horizon as it shined a light to my destination. The wails of despair were silenced as the hums of a mother sounded through the vast fields.

For all the struggles I felt before were insignificant. The only thing that mattered now was the woman in front of me. Her black robe and platinum hair was all I could see of her as she set plates of deserts on a picnic table for two. She appeared to sense me as a moment later she turned around and revealed her white skin.

"Your back?" The woman asked with surprise. "I really thought you wouldn't keep your promise."

Then in a voice that wasn't my own I said. "An Arc's word is law to them."

Then everything went black, my consciousness fading as the sound of rhythmic bells sounded through my very soul.

(Time-skip.)

(Pov: Jaune.)

You don't know how angry I am right now. Let me explain why I'm so pissed off before I decide it's a good idea to have a tantrum.

We made it to Beacon a few days ago and got to see the headmaster of Beacon. I asked him where I needed to go to do my applicant exam, an exam for those without transcripts. However Ozpin said that it was already taken care of it which puzzled me.

After I was done my business it was time for my mom and dad to take the wheel. Unlike my chat with Ozpin, the calm headmaster seemed to be filled with dread. We were directed to an empty plot of the schools grounds and left with only the words 'Do what you must.' before Ozpin left. It became ever so clear me that my parents had blackmailed the headmaster.

However that wasn't where everything turned sour for me. The downhill slope of depression started after I went to Vale. I was told to pick things up for dinner while they got the house 'set up', giving me plenty of time to gather my thoughts.

Now by this point it should be no surprise that I was worried. Ditto had worked me to the bone to prepare me for this life of a huntsman. It made me concerned about how difficult being a hunter actually is. What kind of danger lurks in our world that requires the knowledge needed to make warships self destruct at a distance?

The biggest fear was about my strength. I didn't know how strong I actually was or if I was even considered strong. The only people I have fought is dad and Ditto after all. This has been a issue that I've had throughout my training. So I thought that after my training I would be able to properly test my strength against some Grimm.

No such luck. As soon as I beat Ditto I was brought to my home after I fell unconscious. When I tried to leave afterwards, Violets clingy nature made me realize that staying at home was more important. Then, once we got to Beacon I asked the headmaster if I could fight some Grimm in the emerald forest but was declined because the only people allowed to enter was students and staff.

Needless to say, it was agonizing for me to be left in the dark. It's why I prayed to get into some trouble in Vale. It didn't matter if my opponent was a Grimm or person, I just needed to know!

When I found out that a heist was going down I was filled with joy, my lack of confidence would finally be purged! Or so I thought. Just as I was about to join the fray, Ditto appeared before me and knocked me out!

When I woke up, I was in a hotel room with a note stuck to my face. The note read 'Nice try!' followed by details regarding my current situation. Ditto's note went on to say he had upgraded my armor and had made another weapon for me to use.

Damn you Ditto! First you turn my sword and shield into weapons of mass destruction and now I have yet another weapon and armor that's probably a weapon as well. When will you stop Ditto!? When will your destructive tools cease to exist!?

It made my fears grow exponentially. More weapons and armor doesn't breed the feeling of safety, it makes you terrified of why you need it!

Well that didn't matter right now. I was on my way back to Beacon with the rest of the students attending initiation. If I was how I was before, my motion sickness would have kicked in, but thanks to Ditto that's been quelled. Now I can just sit and relax until initiation. Yes, being able to rest is a godsend.

"I can't believe my little sister is going to Beacon with me!" A voice said.

"Please stop!" Another voice begged.

I looked over and saw a girl in brown clothes and blonde hair hugging a black haired girl who wore a gothic styled dress within an inch of her life.

"But I'm so proud of you!" The blonde said with pride.

"Really sis, it was nothing." The black haired girl said shyly.

"What do you mean? It was incredible! Everyone at Beacon is going to think you're the bee's knees." The blonde girl said.

The girl in black and red shook her head in frustration. "But I don't want to be the bee's knees, okay? I don't want to be any kind of knees. I just want to be a normal girl with normal knees."

Knees...Ditto kneed me in the face to knock me out...now I'm angry again. I broke out of my stupor and began eavesdropping again, finding that there discussion and changed course. It went from a big sister boosting her little sisters confidence to a little sister bringing herself down.

"Besides, I don't feel like I did anything." The little sister said.

"What are you talking about sis? The way you beat up those thugs was amazing." The older sister retorted.

"Yeah but I didn't catch Roman in the end. I also had to be saved from an explosion by a huntress." The one in a skirt complained.

"I don't think anyone's gonna say you don't belong here just because you were saved from an explosion." The one in shorts replied.

"But-"

"No butts missy, those are for sitting on."

After awhile I decided I was done invading their privacy and wished to have a nice nap. Letting the slow rock of the ship lull me to sleep.

(Time-skip.)

(Pov: Ruby.)

I was not having a good day. First thing that happens after I get off the bullhead, Yang leaves me to go hang out with her friends. Why did she do that!? She knows how awkward I am with people so why would she betray me like this! It's blasphemy I say, blasphemy!

She even did it when I was swooning over weapons, which she knows is my weakness. To make the matter worse, I had no clue where to go. When I tried ask Yang for information I fell over another girl's luggage.

"What are you doing!?" The girl said.

"Uh, sorry!" I say in a panic.

"Sorry!? Do you understand the damage you could have caused!?" The girl shouted with irritation.

I try to string together words while I picked up her case. "Uuhhhh…"

"Give me that!" The girl snatched the case out of my hand.

"This is dust, mined and purified in a Schnee quarry!" The agitated girl explains.

The words I was trying to string together became harder to say. "Uuuhhhh…"

"What are you, brain-dead? Dust! Fire, water, lightning, energy!" The white haired girl said, anger growing each passing second.

"I...I know…" I struggle to say as the dust enters my lungs.

"Are you even listening? Is any of this sinking in? What do you have to say for yourself!?" The scary girl continues.

Then, when I thought everything couldn't get worse, I sneezed. A flash of ice, flame and lightning came together in a beautiful, yet deadly combination. It was like mother nature took care of an orphan for their entire life and they peed on her face while she slept. Needless to say mother nature was very, very, very cross.

The girl I was talking to had changed into a nice black colored without me noticing. She also wore the same expression that Yang wears when she loses over and over in video game matches.

"Unbelievable! This is exactly the kind of thing I was talking about!" The girl in white says in pure anger.

"I'm really, really sorry!" I say with embarrassment.

"Ugh, you complete dolt! What are you even doing here? Aren't you a little young to be attending Beacon?" She asks, the question sounding rhetorical.

"Well, I-I..."

"This isn't your ordinary combat school. It's not just sparring and practice, you know! We're here to fight monsters, so... watch where you're going!" She rudely states.

"Hey, I said I was sorry, princess!" I say back.

"Wow, there's a princess here?" A male voice asked.

Me and the bully looked to the side. The voice belonged to a boy-man-guy with armor covering his upper torso and the entirety of his limbs. Underneath his protected exterior was a hoodie and jeans, the latter only being visible due to the lack of armor in his groin area. His hair was the same color as Yang's but was wild and went all over the place.

"Well if I'm in the presence of a princess then I suppose I should show respect. But who to bow to? Both areas radiant as the sun so how do I tell? Oh well, guess I'll bow to both of the lovely ladies." The guy said smoothly.

I couldn't contain my blush. Never been mistaken for a princess before, nor have I been called a lovely lady.

"Oh great, another dolt." The meany said with disgust.

"Whoa there frosty, just saying hi. What crawled up your throne to make you so mad?" The boy asked.

The girl then pointed my way before saying. "This brat over hear! She tripped over my luggage and became star struck at the mere sight of my case of dust. Then, whilst I was was educating the igit, she set off the dust and caused an explosion! How a brat like her got into Beacon is beyond me. If she can't be trusted around dust someone else is holding then how is she going to fight the Grimm?"

Each word hit me like shrapnel. I looked away depressed as I began rubbing my arm. Then the wicked witch of the north changed targets.

"Now I have to deal with a scraggly hood-rat who looks like a homeless buffoon. And 'princess'? Get your empty head straight and separate fantasy from reality. Geez, if I was in charge you two would be sent right back to kindergarten, maybe then you'll both know how to mature." The girl said with a huff.

I looked at the boy to see his reaction to all of this. I expected to see anger or even sorrow. Instead we were greeted by the look of shock followed by a look of disbelief.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do." The girl in white said as she began seeing her way out.

She was stopped however by the strong, firm voice of the boy she berated. "Alright listen here you blue blooded bitch."

She was just as shocked as me to hear those words come from his mouth. He didn't sound or look like he would curse.

Her anger ignited once more. "Excuse me!? Do you have any idea who you're talking too!?"

"Weiss Schnee; left-handed, 5'3' in height, heiress of the Schnee dust company." He said instantly.

"So your a stalker? I knew just by looking at you that you were a degenerate but a pervert as well? Our world has no future if people like you ar-" She ranted before getting cut off.

"I know your name and affiliation because I read about it. Your height and hand preference were calculations I made. However in the end it's pointless information." He said apathetically.

"W-" The girl named Weiss tried to speak again but was cut off once more.

"Name, rank, gender, race, serial number; doesn't matter what you are or what you have. As soon as you become a hunter of the beasts of destruction you must learn to see the bigger picture. All that you are and all that you have can be stripped away at any moment. Stop using your prestige as a crutch you entitled toddler." The boy states.

The silence afterwards was deafening. Weiss had begun lagging, moving bits at a time before halting for a few more seconds. I was bracing for the coming of the Schnee armageddon.

But the boy held his position and added one final thing. "But by all means, flaunt around your title. Don't rest until every faunus in school knows your going to be the one to take over the family business of sending their people into caves that may not may not collapse. Tell every teen who was poor, orphaned and had to live on the street as a child how you have trouble sorting all the gifts you get at parties. And be sure to tell every person your better than them, it definitely helps insure the safety of Remnant."

Weiss had went from lagging to completely frozen in place, her mouth agape. While I was ogling her, the boy grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to a secluded area. If I wasn't as shocked as the meany Schnee, I would have been extraordinarily flustered.

(Pov: Jaune.)

I finally found out the reason for Ditto's hate for Schnees. I even lost my cool and swore, which is regrettable since I wanted to seem like a good samaritan. Oh well, what's done is done.

I look over to the girl I dragged along. "You OK over there?"

The girl in question looked disheartened. "Yeah, just contemplating life." She sarcastically said.

"What parts of life?" I ask.

"The aspects of my existence and my destiny to be friendless." She said bluntly.

"I think your doing all right." I console.

"But I just got here half an hour ago and have already made a negative friend!" She cries with dismay.

"Negatives can be canceled out by positives. Plus if you squint and look at an angle, you could consider me two friends." I say.

She stops her self loathing for a second and stares at me. "You think of me as your friend?"

I give a small chuckle. "No, at least not yet. Gotta know your name first."

She chuckles back and holds out her hand. "Ruby Rose."

I grasp her hand and shake it with enthusiasm. "Jaune Arc."

Suddenly, pain shot up my arm and made me pull back. As I held my arm, something began wriggling inside of my aura reserves, like something had woken up.

"Are you OK!?" Ruby said with worry.

"Yup, guess my entire arm just cramped." I lie.

Ruby looked at me with an unsure look. "Alright...but if your in pain you should get it checked out. I don't want my best buddy to kick the bucket before we start the initiation."

I don't think people die from arm cramps. And what do you mean best buddy? Didn't we just meet?

Ruby then pulls out a rifle from behind her back and presented it to me with eyes full expectation.

"This is my baby Crescent Rose, made it myself. Bet you can't guess what it turns into~go on, guess." She said with a smug smirk.

I hold the weapon in my hands and rack my brain for a good answer. "It's definitely a sniper rifle but I also know it's something more. I want to say...maybe a scythe? It's either that or an axe or halberd but I feel that you're not an axe or halberd kind of girl, are you?"

Ruby's eyes glowed as she bounced with excitement. "Wow, your good at guessing!"

"The signs were all there, I just needed to put it together so I could see the bigger picture." I explain.

"Now that you mention it, you did the same to that Wess person." Ruby recalled.

"Better not call her 'Wess', she'll yell at you again for getting her name wrong." I joke.

"But how did you do it? I mean what were the signs?" She asks.

I smile and tell her my evidence.

"Firstly, I saw that your weapon has rotating mechanisms, meaning the weapon would unfold by rotating, giving it a curve." My words made Ruby nod.

"Second, thanks to my previous observation, I was able to assume that the part that extends outwards is probably a handle." Another nod was given.

"Third, the feel of your hands suggests that you swing your weapon a lot, which lowers the amount of weapons it can be considerably." Ruby shyly nodded at this, probably because I mentioned holding her hands.

"Then we have the situation on weight." Those words caused the rose's thorns to strike out.

"I'm not fat!" Ruby shouted.

I quickly waved my hands to fix the situation. "Never said you were. I'm talking about your weight vs your weapon's. Your weapon feels heavy, heavier than you are. That weight would mostly me put on the end of the weapons handle. Leaving the scythe and hammer as my options."

"Then how did you decide between the two?" She asks.

"That's where your weight comes into play. If I subtract your weight from when I dragged you around by the weight of your weapon to get your weight. Your weight shows that you have only a bit of muscle and mainly focus on agility instead of power. I don't mean to say that you're weak, just that you would probably require a weapon that slashes through enemies instead of bludgeoning them." I explain.

"Objection!" Ruby shouts with a pointed finger. "You bring up good points but there's one issue. The weapon could have totally been a naginata!"

"True, but considering the expert craftsmanship of the weapon I highly doubt it. You would lose the ability to fire it when in it's weapon form and there is no way for the weapon to gain an edge needed to act like naginata. If it was a naginata then I'd have some concerns with the manufacturer." I rant, not noticing how close Ruby had gotten to me.

I was broken out of my stupor by Ruby, who was tugging on my shirt. "Are you the holy gun god?"

"No."

"But how did you gather all of that in such a short amount of time!?" Ruby shouted in bewilderment.

"Please, I'm not that impressive. If my teacher did it then he would be able to tell you a bunch more, like the ammo it uses, future improvements, etc." I humbly say.

"Well it's a pretty neat trick, though I personally prefer hearing the weapon specs from the source. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge." Ruby's replies, hinting at her desire to see my weapon.

I chuckle before pulling out my prized heirloom. "This is Crocea Mors, a hand-me-down weapon that has been modified over the years."

The gothic huntress's eyes gleamed. "Oooo, a classic turned modern, neato!"

"It's a sword and shield combo as you can see though it has a ton of new features." I say.

"Can I hold it?" Ruby asks.

I nod. "Sure."

She lovingly caressed my weapon and pulled it out of its sheath, the gold and silver blinding me as it reflected the sun.

Originally the weapon was very simple but as I said before, it's quite different now.

The shield was now far thicker in its sheath form now and had openings that allowed me to insert ammunition. The shield form extended to it's normal size but had the ability to double the size with the click of the first button. The second button fires 'pin missiles', pins the size of an index finger but pack an explosive punch, out of the face of the shield. While tiny missiles sound dangerous, it certainly doesn't sound as bad as the saw that activates with the final button.

Then you got the sword. It, like the shield, has kept its original size but can double the blade length with the push of a button. The blade also splits down the middle and reveals the gun barrel hidden at the base of the sword. This makes for a deadly combo, allowing me to fire mid swing while also giving me the option to catch and clamp weapons that get caught in the split.

Both weapons sound spooky, but the real danger lies in there dust casting capabilities. The shield can encase itself in the dust I equip it with and the sword can create elemental effects for the bullets and blade through the same method. Why do I need all this? Who knows, I certainly don't.

"Wow, look at all of this! I've seen so many cool weapons, all with different quirks and oddities but this weapon is something else. It looks like it came from Atlas with how advanced the mechanisms are." Ruby gushed over my weapon.

"Well my teacher has always been quite good with his tools, made my armor too." I say.

Wiping drool from her lips, Ruby turned to me and directed her attention to my armor. "Is your armor a weapon too!?"

I scratch my head. "Probably. It was only a few days ago that my armor only consisted of gauntlets and a chest-plate. All this extra stuff is new and there is a good chance it's been weaponized too."

"Awesome! Man is Yang going to be jealous. Not only did I make a cool friend, said cool friend has weapons galore!" Ruby shouts with glee.

I chuckle before asking an important question. "Do you know where we're going?"

Ruby freezes up. "I was following you…"

I laugh at this. "Likewise, well let's use some detective skills and figure out where to go."

With that, our education begins.

Hoo boy that was rough. I did a bunch of revisions for the chapter and realized just how bad my spelling sucks when sleep deprived. With how much crap I'm going through it's been kinda hard to get many things out for all to see so I've decided to make a schedule of sorts.

I put my fanfic names into a randomizer and let it do it's magic, the end result says that the next fanfic upload will be for "Hidden World" so if your interested then you should check it out once it's done.

As for this fanfic's next upload, the next upload is near the end of my scheduled sorry to say. But never fear readers, you see when I put my fanfics into the randomizer I actually ended up putting multiple of the same fanfic, depending on the fanfics popularity. So while it's true you'll have to wait awhile, the next upload will be followed by another upload.

Remember to leave a complement, criticism or question and please hold out until the next upload, Spiffy.

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