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Hot damn, two updates in one day, yeah! But to be fair, i already wrote these two chapters and all i did was, well basically update them. This one was a little easier, as it pretty much wrote itself and i just had to fix a few words and add a couple things. So not much to say here, other then the mainline of what happened in the old version and i just couldn't change that.

It was really good and all i needed to do was update it. So as always i don't own anything.

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Chapter 5: Hello Old Friend

He's pissed someone off.

That was the only explanation.

Had to be.

Someway, somehow, he done something to make lady luck hate his guts, Jaune thought, as he swung his Claymore downward slicing a Beowolf's head with his right hand, as he held his baby nephew, Adrian, in his left hand and close to his chest protectively.

Because, no one else has THIS bad of luck.

Elsewhere, a certain dusty old crow sneezed.

"Of course, this is just my bloody fucking luck."

Jaune all but snarled, as he kept his face stoic. Didn't need to scare his nephew, who was tightly clutching tightly onto his gray two piece body suit with tears creeping at his eyes. He gave the baby credit, he held back his terror, while others, full grow adults would be screaming by now.

But nope, Adrian kept the tears back, but looked like he was going to break at any moment. He needed to get the boy out of here.

NOW!

Jaune then ducked under a pair of claws as a beowolf tried to strike him form behind. He mentally thanked the twins for his yoki sensing ability, as he twisted his sword, so it would slice the Grimm in half with a sickening:

SLENCH

Seeing more Grimm coming, Jaune gave them his infamous faint smile, as his eyes turned form metallica sliver to demonic gold and without warning.

"WHOOSH"

The pack of beowolves were dead before they hit the ground, as Jaune with his cape fluttering, sighed flicking the blood off his large sword. He frowned, looking at the state that Argus was in.

Twins, what a mess.

Building were either destroyed, on fire, or currently being destroyed by either Grimm, huntsman or Atlas soldiers fighting said Grimm.

"And to think,"

Jaune thought running through the town, swiping down one Grimm after another with ease,"This happened just a few hours ago."

Hours earlier:

Sliver eyes stared into ocean blue eyes in pure shock.

"Son?"

It was only thanks to his training Jaune was able to hold back his emotions. His face quickly turned form shocked to stone face at the man, as the former number 1 simply spun on his armored shoes and moved on, like nothing happened.

No point in starting a fight. Despite how much he wanted to plant his fist in Nichols face.

"Don't start a fight. Don't start a fight. Don't start a fight."

Jaune mentally repeated in his mind like a mantra, walking away form the Arc's. All the while he felt an unfamiliar anger rise up in him, that was only held back thanks to his training he received form his former employer's.

No matter how tempted he was.

Back when he was still Teresa, he, she? wasn't so easily angered. Oh no, Teresa was the one who ticked people off, such as messing with her best friend and rival Irene. Or rubbing it in the other warrior's face's, that SHE was number 1 and they couldn't do shit about it. Or in some case's, using dark humor against humans such as the whole not paying, you die thing.

Making it sound like the yoma worked for the organization.

It was suppose to be a joke, but now that Jaune thought about it...

His sliver eyes narrowed.

Maybe their was more truth to that, then he, she? thought.

"Son, Jaune wait."

Nichols quickly caught up to the sliver eyed blonde and brought a hand to his shoulder to try and stop him.

Big mistake.

Jaune's eyes turned gold in an instant and without warning.

"SLENCH"

"AGGGHHHH!"

Faster then the eye could see, let alone follow, Nichols arc's right hand came flying off, spraying blood all over the place. Naturally the rest of the arc's came over to help their father/husband with his now gushing wound.

All the while Jaune stood their, staring at the pathetic piece of human filth he once called father without a hint of expression on his face. All the while, his large claymore sword, that would take a normal person two hands to just move let alone wield, simply dripped the red liquid of blood while he held it with one hand.

"Don't touch me."

Was all Jaune said, his voice void of any and all emotion in his voice, that made his...former family shiver at the coldness in his voice.

"Not like you were family to me, to began with."

Jaune thought darkly as he silently swiped Nichols filthy blood off his blade. All his life, he'd been looked down on, mocked and been the butt of every single joke. Yang did the same, but unlike them, she knew when to back off and leave the former arc be.

Former Arc, as Jaune no longer considered himself an Arc

Besides, such things like a last name were meant for humans, he was not human.

Not a monster like him.

"Jaune?! How can you do that to dad?!"

Jaune looked on without a hint of emotion at Hazel, making the youngest arc, who had been absolute shit to him to him and mocked him at every chance she got, flinched at the cold gaze, his eyes still demonic gold.

"'Dad'?"

Jaune questioned, like it was a foreign word to him. Which to Jaune, as far as he was concerned it was very foreign. Decades of fighting monsters, controlling his emotions and killing those he, TERESA, considered comrades in arms had harden the number 1 warrior's heart. You had to, if you wished to survive. The Yoma weren't the honorable type, they'll do whatever it took to survive and kill you, regardless of who it was.

Be they human or monster.

More often then not, the Yoma took over a human's body and play with the victim's remaining friends or family. Taunting them, playing on their emotions and honestly, the number 1 warrior took great pleasure in tearing them limb from limb. But Teresa never showed it outwardly, as she knew that would make her former employer's take that as a sign too..."dispose" of her.

Despite being their number 1, in the back of her mind, Teresa knew she was expendable.

They all were.

At times, she believed the "Men In Black" were worse then the Yoma.

But that was neither the here, nor the now. As Jaune looked at the Arc family with cold eyes, not showing a shred of emotion on his face, as he asked blankly,"Why should i care what i do to him? He's not my father."

Jaune said simply, as his former mother and sister's, wrapped up the bleeding limb. At this the ladies all looked shocked and confusion, while Nichols looked down in shame, despite the pain he was feeling.

He knew what he did was wrong and if his father was still alive, there's a good chance he beat the ever living shit out of him for it. Hell he could feel the cold stares of all the past Arc's, ever time he walked down the hall's of there home. All glaring at him for what he done to his son. All the shit he let happen and what he did or rather what he didn't do.

Now it was coming to bite him in the ass.

Hard.

He didn't even tell his wife and daughters about what he'd done to Jaune. Because he was honestly to ashamed of himself and when he believed Jaune was 'dead' the guilt hit him so hard, he couldn't even look in the mirror without seeing a monster. He didn't even have the courage to tell his wife of what he's done, as while he refused to train Jaune, both he and Jupiter did everything that could to kept Jaune form being a huntsman and it destroyed both his self-worth and self-esteem in the process.

Then it got him killed.

Or so they thought.

"Especially with how our last talk went."

Jaune said, cutting off Nichols thoughts and his growing shame.

Despite it being decades ago for Jaune, he can still remember the conversation went. All the hate Nichols spat at his son and for what? Because he wasn't like his sister's and did everything he could to live the life HE wanted against his parent's wishes? Jaune can especially remember him finally snapping at the man and blowing up on HIM.

Not the other way around.

All the years of abuse and being looked down on, caused the former number 1 to snap and unleash ALL his hate upon that man. He damn near screamed for a good hour, before he threw his scroll hard enough to break against the wall, before he broke down sobbing having the damn holding back his emotions. Unknown to Jaune, his father did the same, finally realizing just the crime's he's committed against his only son and wanted to make amends.

But by then and even now, it was clear, it's far to late.

Suddenly Nichols felt pain erupt form his jaw and felt his body go flying and-

CRASH

Slammed into a building, making many who were passing by look on in shock. But before the man could even try to move, a pale skinned hand grabbed him by the throat and squeezed.

Hard.

Using his remaining hand to try and claw away that hand, Nichols's blue eyes looked into cold sliver ones. The owner of said eyes also had a small faint smile that quite frankly scared the man to no ends. And why should it not?

That's the smile be it Jaune or Teresa wore when he/she killed something.

"Then i guess you won't mind if i break his neck then."

His eyes widen, surly his so-Jaune wouldn't-

The feeling of having you're air slowly leave you're body but not coming back answered Nichols's question:

He can, would and is more then willing to do it.

As for Jaune, he couldn't help but feel an unfamiliar rush. His heart rate was picking up and his blood was on fire. His pulse was racing alongside his heart and for the first time in a long time Jaune felt alive.

So alive!

It was so exciting!

It was like...

like...

"Like the first time iv'e ever killed an awakened being."

Yes.

One of the rare few times Jaune or well Teresa was forced to use her 10% of her yoki aura.

Rosemary of the Rockwell hill Massacre.

A number 1, till Teresa stripped her of that title. Rosemary while a serious in terms of personality, she took great pride in her ranking. So much she despised Teresa for taking her title as number 1 and in a show of PURE pettyness, willing went over her limit to become an awakened being, so she could kill Teresa. She massacred her fellow warriors for the soul purpose of drawing Teresa out, so she could kill her.

Despite being relatively new, Teresa had gotten Rosemary's black card form Orsay and was naturally puzzled. She and Rosemary had rarely talked and most warriors sent their black cards to those, they considered very close.

Which was the exact opposite for the two of them, as Teresa had the feeling Rosemary didn't like her too well, despite how well she hide it. Teresa almost didn't catch her disband for her.

Almost.

So with that in mind, Teresa set out to Godahl Plateau where she was ambushed by Rosemary. The two clashed swords and not long after that, did Rosemary reveal that her sending the black card was to lure her into a trap and processed to transform into her awakened form. Rosemary had gained the upper hand against Teresa, all the while spitting out her hate for Teresa and the organization's choice to make her the new number 1.

Teresa merely took it in strive and when she realized that she couldn't win without using her yoki, she used it. It was honestly a rush, finally having someone who can make her use her yoki aura and was excited to fight the former number 1.

Only to disappointed as due to how large her demonic aura was, Rosemary was so shocked, Teresa quickly took her down. But before she died, Rosemary told Teresa:

"You're a monster."

Teresa didn't miss a beat, as she said simply:

"That makes two of us."

And she killed her, happy to know she wasn't to late to save a her comrade form the worst fate worse then death for warriors.

"Jaune stop!"

Jaune came back to reality when Jupiter grabbed his arm, trying to stop her son form killing his father. While she knew things have been tense for the past few days, she never could have imaged the two most important men in her life would actually try to kill one another. She knew them denying Jaune his dream would hurt him. She knew his running away hurt there family and made the already strained relationship between her husband and son even worse, but not enough to the point Jaune would kill his father!

What did he do to make her son so angry?

And they say ignorance is bliss.

Glaring at his mother, or former mother in Jaune's mind, with hellish gold slit pupil's, Jaune noted the many people all either running away or looking for the Atlas soldiers.

"Shit. If i kill Nichols, then Atlas would have a reason to come after me. Plus the damned Arc's would have word of me alive being spread. If i don't i can avoid too many questions and still be able to visit Saphorn with out lying and giving her a reason to hate me. But if i do that, word would STILL get out i'm alive."

Ahh, choice's, choice's.

Kill or don't kill.

Either way, his plans would need to be adjusted and quite possible re-made all together. If he killed, he'd give Atlas a reason to hunt him and not if, but WHEN, they discovered his hybrid body, he can kiss his freedom goodbye and would become a fucking lab rat. He was already dead as far as the world was consider, so Atlas would have no backlash if discovered. If he didn't kill, he could lay low and he stay off a wanted poster. But the chance of everyone finding out he was alive with new powers would put him in the lime light.

Jaune sighed, as his eyes returned to their sliver color, as he very slowly/relucently let go of the man's neck.

He just couldn't win could he.

Now on the ground, Nichols breathed in large gulps of air, as his blue face slowly returned to normal color. The man wasn't a stranger to death, being a huntsman meant you face the threat of death often, but never once, ONCE, did the blonde man ever think he would almost die at the hands of his own son. Despite his still bleeding stub that was once his left hand, he looked up to his son, who looked down at the man as if he were nothing more then an insect.

His wife and daughters all gathered around him and for the first time, the Arc family was scared, no terrified of the "noodle of the family."

Well that noodle was gone, Jupiter realized upon now really truly looking at her son.

Gone was the lanky tall, slouching, timid noodled armed boy that was once her son.

Now standing before her was a man. One born, breed on the battlefield. He stood tall, back straight, with rippling muscles his two piece body suit showed off. His body was no longer a noodle but that of a warrior god, with a fucking 8 pack abs for Oum sake. He didn't have a hint of baby fat anywhere and no longer did he have an uncertain and looking like he jump at his own shadow.

Now he looked like he could, willing and would face down an entire army and could win.

This boy, no man, he was a true huntsman, Jupiter realized.

Her son seemed to have achieved his dream after all.

Without their help.

But before anyone of them could say anything, Jaune beat them to the punch.

"You are all dead to me. Get in my way and i will not hesitate to cut you down. Understood?"

No response.

This only made Jaune even more angry as his eyes glowed demonic gold again and he yelled:

"I said, UNDERSTOOD?!"

"Yes!"

The all squeaked out, as Jaune, now happy with the answer twisted on his armored heel and left.

He had a sister to visit after all.

After all this, Nichols could only sigh, despite the pain he was feeling. Oum could today become get any worse.

One should never tempt fate.

With Jaune

"Finally."

After the less then desirable family reunion, Jaune arrived to a two three story home, within the inner part of the city, next to a couple stores and trams. He had to have some time to cool off, before he met up with his sister, but he can happily say, he finally made it. So with that in mind, he knocked.

"Knock, knock."

No answer.

Frowning Jaune knocked again.

"Knock, Knock."

Once again, no answer, making Jaune frown deepen. Closing his eyes, Jaune used his yoki sense, before he combined it with his aura so he could sense people and not just, well monsters.

"Ah no one's home."

He thought, that made sense as to why no one answered, cause no one's home.

"Well then i just..."

His head snapped to the left. What the-

Just then, sires went off, singling what Jaune already knew: Grimm were invading the city.

"And a whole lot of them to."

Jaune thought, as he started to make a run through the city, as a large horde started to attack the city limits. Atlas soldiers had already started firing at the dark creature's.

"That's not gonna do any good."

Jaune thought, seeing the soldiers starting to become overwhelmed.

"Not if i can help it."

Jaune thought, as with his ever infamous faint smile, he grabbed his sword and without missing a beat.

"WOSSH"

A gray cape is all the soldiers saw, as Jaune easily sliced through a pack of Ursa's and Ursa Major's.

"Huntsman!"

One of the soldiers said in relief, making Jaune laugh a little in his mind.

Oh if only they knew.

Turning to them, Jaune's face went stoic,"What happened? I thought Atlas was suppose to prevent any Grimm form entering the city."

Ignoring the not so subtle jab, the Atlas soldiers answered.

"We don't know. They just suddenly came out of nowhere in droves. They just kept coming and before we knew it, we were overwhelmed."

Jaune frowned. The hell, they sounded really random. Even for Grimm, that kind of behavior was unusual. Grimm are draw in by negative and as such they only reason so many would come, would be

Jaune eyes widen.

Shit!

"FUCK! The fight, that fucking fight! That's what drew them in!"

Jaune didn't even realize it at the time, but now he knew, his long suppressed anger had acted like a beacon for the Grimm.

"Meaning everyone who dies today, their blood's on my hands."

Growling a little to himself, Jaune sped into town, ignoring the soldiers calling after him. He ignored them though, he had people to save and a sister, in law and nephew to find and protect.

Slicing and dicing through the hordes of Grimm, Jaune's sliver eyes searched desperately for any sign of them. Sadly all he saw was nothing but black beast with glowing red eyes or building being torn down or at the moment, burning. With people running for their lives, as Grimm came to kill them, only to be cut down by the former number 1.

He saw all this, yet no Saphron, Terra or Adrian.

"Twins damnit! Where are you?"

Well, ask and you shall receive.

Just then Jaune heard the crying of an infant, making his head wipe around and soon he felt his heart stop at the sight.

His sister, the only one who was an actually sister to him throughout his childhood, was bleeding using her body as a human shield against an alpha beowolf. He couldn't actually see his nephew, but he could sense Adrian by Saphron.

All Jaune saw was red after that.

He couldn't really say he knew what happened next, all he knew, was he had butchered the Grimm as he was covered in blood and was holding his sister in one hand and his sword in the other.

"J-Jaune?"

Saphron's voice had brought the former number 1 back to reality, as he looked at his slightly sacred older sister and a shocking happy Adrian. He may be an infant, but the boy clearly knew his uncle just saved him and his mother. As for Saphron, she was shocked, when did her brother get so buff?!

And big?

Like REALLY big.

And were his eyes sliver instead of blue?

And why was he using a claymore sword of all things?

Shaking his head, Jaune looked at his sister and said,"No time to talk. Saphron i need you to go and take Adrian somewhere safe. Do you know where i can find Terra?"

"Uh, n-no. I don't but Jaune, what's going on? Where did all the Grimm come form and why are their so many of them?"

'Because i'm an idiot and let my temper get the best of me, causing all this to happen. Ya know, the usually bullshit.'

Jaune thought to himself and was tempted to say it, but decide against it.

"It doesn't matter, their here and you need to get to safety."

"But-"

"No buts."

Jaune cut her off, as he sliced off the head of another beowolf that tried to get them form behind, making the blonde woman flinch. As much as she wanted to argue, she couldn't. He was right, she needed to find Terra and get to a safe place.

But...

Wordless, Saphron gave Jaune her baby, making him confused.

"Saphron wha-"

"Take him."

Jaune eyes widen,"What, you can't be serious!"

"Jaune, he's safer with you. Even if we find some place to hide, there's no sure way to know for sure well be safe. With you, i know, he'll be safe. Please Jaune." Saphron all but begged, making Jaune stay silent for a minute, till he sighed and grabbed a now very happy Adrian. She was right, for all intents and purpose's, HE was the safest person to be with right now.

The Atlas soldiers, even if they could, wouldn't be able to look after the infant nor would they, as they had to protect everyone. Plus there was no guarantee the safe house wouldn't be overrun with Grimm. People panic in times like this.

Panic in turn draws in Grimm. Despite how much he wanted to say no, he couldn't.

At the very least, he knew he could protect his nephew personally.

He then gave his sister a stern look.

"Fine, but YOU stay safe."

The blonde woman simply smiled,"Right back at you, baby bro."

With that, Saphron went off to find her wife and any other people. While Jaune, with his nephew in arms, ran off to fight off the invasion he unintentionally caused. Which leads us to where we are now. A string of fights and hit and runs against the Grimm ended up with Jaune now in a tight spot, with them surrounded by very hungry monsters. What Jaune failed to take into account, as did Saphron, was that he couldn't go all out AND protect his nephew at the same time.

His weapon required two hands, despite him being able to wield it with just the one and it's only thanks to his yoki sense he's been able to hold them back for so long and them being unable to get the jump on them.

"Thankful, iv'e got more then one trick up my sleeve."

He thought, as he held Adrian tighter, as he prepared to unleash 10% of his power when suddenly.

SWISH

Faster then the eye could follow, the sound of a sword cutting through the air only matched the sound of the Grimm slowly falling apart and dying. The baby's eyes widen, as did Jaune's.

He knew that technique anywhere.

"But..."

He looked around to see a brown cloaked figure standing at the end of the street, with a claymore in hand.

"It's not possible You're..."

"You have certainly slacked off since the last time i saw you. Otherwise you wouldn't have been trapped."

Their hood fell back, revealing long sliver hair, eyes, pale skin and unmistakable pointy ears.

It was her.

"Irene."

Number 2 Quicksword Irene.

Done.

Devil out bitch!