"And then I threw him out of the Paladin and claimed it as mine!" Jaunes voice echoes around the living room where he is trapped under blankets and pillows with his little sisters.
A few weeks have passed since the 'fight' if you could call it that, the money the pilot owed me came in the mail with an official stamp of Atlas, along with a few letters asking for a meeting to be held so they could discuss the Paladin and other matters that they are trying to use to get the Mec-Weapon back.
Luckily his older sisters were on top of it and shut them down every time, they did tell him that they would only be this kind for a little longer, soon threats and blackmail would be coming.
"Again!" his adorable sisters beg with half open eyes.
Laughing softly he tucks them deeper into the bundle of blankets and pillows, "Next time my adorable angels, but now it's time to sleep." They put up a great fight, but it was late and they had worn themselves out running and playing a few hours before.
As they sleep, his twin Rosemary or Rose for short walks into the room and smiles at the situation he is in, "Need some help baby bro?" she asks, teasingly sitting on the edge of the couch.
Rolling his eyes he huffs, "as much as I love the girls, my voice can't handle me telling that story another thousand times." his exaggeration earned a light hit to the head complimentary of his twin.
"It's your own fault, we were really worried when you came home and pulled out grandpas old armor before leaving without saying anything. And then the next thing we know Aqua is shouting about how you're on tv about to fight a giant metal monster." laying across the top of the blankets she rests her head on top of his while playing with his hair. "It scared us, there you were facing down a machine that was built to kill with nothing more than a cheap set of armor, a family heirloom, and a cup of coffee… but you came out of it unscaved and ever brought back more money than we have ever seen… like some hero… a knight that you used to play as when we were kids…"
Shaking his head he smiles, "you would be my princes and I would do anything that you commanded me to do, those were good times…" looking up he sees his sisters worried face. "Rose?" freeing one of his arms from their prisoment he pulls her down into the blankets against him.
"I-I'm scared…" she was whipping at her eyes furiously. "That you'll leave us to become a Huntsman and die trying to be a hero, you're not trained like me, Olivia, and Bianca. Hell Crystal, Aqua, Violet, and even Jade have more training then you and Jade is 12!"
He could understand her worries, True Jade was the youngest at the gentle age of 12, Violet was only a year ahead of her at age 13, Aqua was 15 but acted like she was 8, and then Crystal who was more book smart then active at the ripe age of 16.
Every one of them knew how to use a weapon and could kick his ass a hundred times till Friday, and today was Thursday! It probably didn't help that not too long ago he had been planning to run off to Beacon to do exactly what she feared.
Sighing, he holds her tighter, "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. When I went to the labor office I had planned on picking a babysitting quest," his twin let out a long groan,
"I know it wasn't going to be fun… and when I saw the Grimm quest I had it in my head that if it was only a single Grimm it would be worth the risk if I could come back for you guys."
Her arms wrapped around him softly, she was hugging him with her face buried in his chest. "Idiot, what would you do if you died on us?"
"I would probably be laying in the woods dead-" his words were cut off by her squeezing him so tightly that he felt like he was going to pop. "Rose!" he managed to get out.
"Promise that you won't do something this dangerous again." she demands pulling back with a face smeared with tears.
"..." his silence was deafening, "Rose… we have finally paid off our debs and caught up on the rent… and we still have a few thousand Lien to make last, along with the Paladin that is worth-" "1.4 million Lien, I know I'm the one who check every law and rule to make sure it couldn't be stolen from us remember?" he did and he was grateful for that.
"Yes I remember miss smarty pants, but what I am trying to get at… is I… I want to become an official hunter," she gasped but he kept going we could sell the Robot and have all that Lien for a short amount of time… or I could use it to take on quests and help build up settlements along with fighting in bets like the other day."
She wouldn't look him in the eye, "Rose… I know you don't want me to be in danger but-" " You're leaving." it wasn't a question.
Looking away he answers, "Yeah… In a month, after the girls get out of school so I can say goodbye properly."
"And the last day for Academies to accept applications."
Sighing, he holds his counterpart closer, "I give you my word that I will never become a Huntsman willingly." he promises.
"I take offence at that promise, besides what about everything that I've told you, what I've shown you! You're just going to ignore it for your family?! What about all those other families that are dying at the moment, from you not going to Beacon more people will die! I thought you understood this!"
That's right, for a moment Jaune had forgotten about the soul that was trying to take over his body and then go fight against an immortal witch.
'My family is the top priority on my list, the war between you and Salem is none of my concern. So quit trying to guilt trip me with that selfless act of yours and shut up about it, and aren't you the one who sent those people to their death in an attempt to 'save humanity' against someone who is IMMORTAL?!'
"They knew the risk from day one, it was their choice to-"
Jaune had been putting up with this souls constant rambling for a few weeks, and with more and more information coming to light over these few days, those where the wrong words to say. 'To be lied too? To be tricked with fancy words? To be led blindly to their death? To be treated as pawns in a sick war they thought they could end because of YOU? To think that they are following a brave man who is really a coward who is really a coward that runs and hides from his problems? Yeah I'm sure they knew that when they signed their name on the dotted line.'
"I did what I HAD to do, you wouldn't understand how hard it was for me, as both a parent and someone who governed people's lives, to make those choices."
'That's bullshit and you know it, you could have stayed to talk with your wife, you could have chosen to drink the offered tea, you could have waited a few more minutes to let EVERYONE get to safety with only a small chance of Grimm. But instead you tried to run away, you started a war with an entire race, and you sealed hundreds of peoples' fate.
When you first showed up you told me that you had made more mistakes than any man, woman, or child combined. And you're right, you have. Since you knew that you couldn't really ever die you've treated the lives around you like a chess piece to be sacrificed to your ex-wife because you are too scared to fight her head on.'
Jaune tightened his grip on his twin, 'But that ends here, I may have been fooled at first. Thinking that you were ok after you obtained the Paladin and Lien to help my family, but you forgot that you're not the only one who can look through memories. I've seen all of your choices, I've seen your mistakes, and I've seen your actions of Butyral. I know the true you Ozma, I've seen the dark and ugly truth about you that I'm sure Salem doesn't even know… like how you really became sick~'
"...I do not know what you mean…"
If he wasn't in front of his family Jaunes face would have been split in half with a blood thirsty smile, 'Does the name Issabella ring any bells? Like the bell you were hiding inside of when you were cheating on your faithful wife?'
'...'
'Still don't remember? What about Bessy?
"..."
'Andy?'
"..."
'Jasmin?'
"..."
'Cinnamon?'
"..."
'Hellen?'
"..."
'Karen?'
"..."
'And we can't forget your favorite, Cafeno~ you always seemed to find her right before going to bed, right after waking up, and even before you ate… that's a strange pattern that coincidentally matches when you demand a cup of coffee…' ever since Jaune had found out about the old wizards infidelities he kept digging through his memories every time he felt the soul 'sleep' and what he found was more than enough to break any form of trust he had build towards the bastard. "well I can't blame you~ her dark skin, her deep chocolate eyes, everything about her was so breathtaking! If only she was alive now I'm sure she would love to-'
"ENOUGH! I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU CHILDYOU KNOW NOTHING! YOU HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED LOVE! YOU HAVEN'T EVEN HAD A PROPER KISS OUTSIDE OF 'PRACTICING' WITH YOUR SISTERS! HA! EVERY TIME YOU LOOK AT THEM I WANT TO BARF BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF LUST THEY THROW YOUR WAY! AND YOU DON'T ACT ON IT! BUT SINCE YOU'LL BECOME A PART OF ME YOU CAN WATCH AS I USE YOUR BODY TO PUT A CHILD IN THEM! AND THEN USE THEM FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES AND THEN DO THE SAME THEIR CHILDREN AND THEIR CHILDREN! AND THEN-"
Jaune knew the man inside him better than anyone else, so he expected the outrage, he expected the threats, but he didn't expect the burning sensation that hit im like a truck, it felt like his entire body was being burnt alive, every cell was screaming in agony.
"...une"
"..aune"
"Jaune!"
It was his sisters, they were looking down at him. He had somehow gotten on the floor, through the pain he could see their worried expressions.
"-AFTER A FEW HUNDRED YEARS, I'LL OPEN THE GATES TO THE PUBLIC AND LET EVERYTHING THAT HAS A DICK BETWEEN ITS LEGS FUCK, TORCHURE, AND POUND YOUR FAMILIES DECENDENTS INTO SUBMISSIVE CUM DUMPS, YOU PICKED A FIGHT WITH THE WRONG PERSON JAUNE ARC, BECAUSE NOW YOUR FAMILY WILL KNOW THE TRUE MEANING OF SUFFERING! NO ONE WILL BE SAFE!"
The pain was getting worse, Jaune couldn't open his eyes anymore, his teeth were gritted in pain and every word from his frightened sisters was blurred out by the screaming soul in his head.
"OH DON'T WORRY, THE ARCS WILL STILL BE KNOW FOR THEIR BRAVERY IN COMBAT, BUT THE'LL BE DOING IT NAKED! AND A BABY IN THEM! HAHAHAHA!"
"That is enough monster."
A new voice rang out, it was cold, calm, and most importantly deadly.
"Who are you?!"
So it wasn't a friend of Ozma's, that had to be good.
'Why does this voice sound familiar?' Jaune wonders with a pitch black world around him, the living world behind him. No longer was there the cries of his sisters, no longer was he bound by the chakals of life.
"You've already forgotten me Ozma? I'm a bit disappointed that you forgot the voice of the man that hunted, tortured, and KILLED over a hundred of your reincarnations in the name of my lady."
A dark ripple appeared in front of Jaune, and out of it stepped a man full body armor so dark that it made the surrounding world seem light. His face was covered by his helm but piercing blue eyes showed through the darkness and pierced into Jaune's soul.
In the man's hands was a very familiar sword, the very same sword that Ozma hated the most.
"Jonathan Arc, it is a shame to see you again. What do I owe the pleasure of meeting you? Did you bring your wife as well? I miss hearing her moans~" Ozma comment doesn't seem to faze the now named Jonathan.
"She is too busy being dead I'm afraid, and I'm not here to talk pleasantries either scum."
"Oh? Here to kill my reincarnation once more? This will be fun to watch you kill your own great grandson! Go on I'll hold him still for you!" At his crude words lime green chains wrapped around Jaunes body holding him in place.
Walking forward Jonathan plants his weapon into an invisible ground, resting his hands on the weapons hilt he speaks. "Hello Jaune, you've grown since the last time I saw you." reaching up he takes off his helm to reveal a young looking man with moppy blond hair that matched his own. "You may not remember me, but I'm your Great Grandfather we met when you were only a few years old."
Jaune tried to speak but a chain covering his mouth kept him from speaking more than grunts and muffled cries, struggling against the chains trying to get free Jonathan let out a joyous laugh at the sight. "Already able to move in the world of in-between! I knew you were something special when I first laid eyes on you, you were the quickest to find out the true character of that parasite in you as well, truly impressive."
Nothing was making sense to Jaune, his great grandfather was here!
Alive!
When he should have died when Jaune was only a few years old, where were they? And why was being able to struggle an accomplishment? He had so many questions but the chain around his mouth only tightened.
Even in the darkness Jaune could see Jonathan smiling at him with pride, "You will do the Queen of Darkness proud my boy… but first we need to get rid of this parasite within your body… for good."
"Ha! You're going to separate me from this boy like all the others? Well go ahead! It will fail like it has many times, and even if you do succeed I will only go to another host."
The calm look on his grandfather's face was both calming and alarming at the same time, "Back then I was rushed by time and my dying body, but since my death." he motions to the world around them, "I have been here and I have been able to practice, hone, and improve my abilities for the day we were to meet again like the Brother of Darkness said we would… I only wish it wasn't with my family involved."
"What?! The Brothers abandoned this world after Salem was cursed!"
"And yet, you are here. The man that started it all, the one who should be nothing more then the ash of a forgotten time.""
"...the brothers said that they wouldn't come back until all the relics were united!"
Jonathan lets out a light hearted laugh, "Trying to change the subject already? You know the Brother of Darkness wasn't happy to find out his brother had returned to Remminant and bestowed his gift to the world once more."
"There is no-" "If you are demanding proof it is right in front of everyone's face, the silver eyed warriors that have the power to destroy Grimm with a glance, the Aura that every living being on this planet has, and you Ozma, you are the most evident piece of evidence that is needed… but the gods don't need OUR evidence to come to their own conclusions."
"T-the Brother of Darkness would never break the word of the gods, and come back to believe the lies of a human like you!"
"Have you not been listening?" Jonathan asks, tilting his head to the side, "Or are you so devoted to your lies that you cant see the truth yourself? Well it doesn't really matter." He pulls Crocea Mors from the invisible ground, Ozma lets out an animalistic grow from the back of his mind at the sight of the weapon. "Because he already evened the playing field."
His great grandfather's sword pierces his chest with ease, the feeling of a sharp weapon tearing past his bones and flesh like they were made out of paper was not a good feeling.
"He gifted the first Arc, a lowly Blacksmith, with a weapon of Destruction created by the two gods of our world."
Crocea Mors started to glow, wrapped in a blue coat of energy.
"The relic of Destruction! This is where you've been hiding it from me!"
Ignoring the soul's outburst Jonathan lets go of the sword's hilt and starts to move his hands in motion with the swords changes, seemingly shaping the metal into something… beautiful and wonderful, something that no words or actions could describe.
"He gilded my soul to this world in a place outside of time itself so I could master my skills and train my semblance to get rid of you once and for all."
"Impossible!"
Jonathan's hands stop moving and with a satisfied sigh he steps back and closes his eyes, "And lastly he gifted my descendants a power to rival your silver eyed warriors." opening his eyes, they glowed a brilliant blue that could rival the bright sky's themselves.
His eyes themselves were the same color as before, but now his pupils were slits resembling that of a dragon and had waves of power radiating from them that it kind of looked like he was wearing mascara. "He calls them the Blue eyed Casanovas!"
In a blink the world around him was gone, free from the chains he heard his great grandfathers fading voice. "I have practiced many times...but I still failed to kill him… with all my anger and rage... I was only able to chain him to another host... at least this will be his last go around… Jaune… do me a favor… leave a few flowers on your grandmother's… grave… and… say hello… to your sisters… for me… oh and if My lady ever asks for proof... just... pull down your pant… trust me."
"Grandpa?!" Jaune calls out, frantically looking for his Grandfather but couldn't find him.
"Jaune!"
"Jaune!"
"Jaune!"
"Jaune!"
"Jaune!"
"Jaune!"
"Jaune!"
Opening his eyes slowly he hears all seven of his sisters call out to him, he tries to sit up but he can't move an inch.
"W-what-" "Are you ok?!" his younger sisters demand getting in his face.
"He has a sword in his chest. I'm sure he's just peachy." Rose says sarcastically.
"I'm fine I just have a little bit of a headache-" when her words finally processed he jerked upwards, out of his sisters grasp he looks down and sees the hilt of Crocea Mors sticking out of his chest.
"Huh…"
"Jaune!" his sisters cry out as the only male of the Arc family passes out seeing a sword in his chest with hundreds of thousands of questions running in the back of everyone's minds.
"Wait wait wait, so you're telling us that the reason for your strange actions lately, the sudden show of talent and knowledge, along for the reason our old family heirloom that has been collecting dust for over a century suddenly started flying around our house before stabbing you through the chest… is because it's a 'Relic' of power and you have been fighting against an evil spirit within your body?"
That wasn't exactly what happened, but Jaune was too tired and sore from pulling Crocea Mors from his chest. So he just nodded his head and leaned more onto his twin. "More or less."
His sisters shared an indecipherable look between each other before Oliva reached for her scroll, "I'm going to call the hospital-" "I'm not crazy!"
His outburst startled his sisters, "Look… Jaune I know that you don't like doctors but they can help you get better…" Bianca says slowly as if he was going insane.
Rolling his eyes, he gives his sister the 'are you kidding me look' and lucky she stopped to think and backed off motioning for him to do what he needed to do.
Settling into his siblings he pushed all bad boy thoughts about how good it felt for her body to be pressed up against his own, and focused on his eyes. 'Grandpa said that his descendants should have the same power as him… so I should be able to use it as well…" a few moments pass in silence.
'How do I trigger it though?'
It was a gift from a god
A god from a time when everyone used Magic and swords, before their own era.
So it had to do something with Magic
Searching through the memories of the now gone Ozma, he found the beginner lessons for using magic.
There were two ways of using magic from the era of Gods, one was with happy memories and feelings of love.
The other was emotions of Anger and hatred, with memories of backstabbing, betrayal, or greed.
'With all my anger and rage'
That was it!
'I need to think of bad memories and gather my hatred' if the power of the Silver eyed Warriors his grandfather mentioned had their power from love and good memories it only made sense for the power of the Blue eyed Casanovas to be fluid off of hatred and bad memories.
To all of his sisters he was sitting there in a sleep like state, until his face contorted in a grimace.
"Jaune-Jaune?" his little sister Aqua asked stepping forward hoping she could help him with her semblance.
Making everyone hold hands like they used to as little kids and babies, she placed her hand on his shoulder and a bright flash of blue light flooded the room and the entirety of the house.
When everyone could see again they let out a gasp
"Jaunes wearing mascara!" little Jade exclaims, giggling.
"So is Rose!"
"Oliva!"
"Bianca!"
This continued until everyone's name was called, opening his eyes he saw that in fact all, including himself, now had glowing eyes.
"Well… that's new." a gruff voice says from the doorway of the living room.
Looking to the doorway the siblings saw a tall slim man with black hair, with a little bit of hair greying around the sides of his head. The man had a mighty mustache, and was wearing a black trench coat with matching pants and a red undershirt.
The eight siblings could only look amongst themselves guilty, which caused the man to cross his arms and look at them with a glare that a parent would give a kid who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
"H-hey there Uncle Watts." Jaune says scratching the back of his head.
The now named Watts raises an eyebrow at him, "Jaune my wonderful boy… I had decided to check up on you and your sisters since Jade hadn't shown up to her lesions… but I am now more interested in how you and your sisters came across such… makeup?"
Feeling the inevitable doom Jaune's head falls in defeat, "Yeah… Olivia can you make some tea? This is going to take a while."
As they sit down on the other side of the continent a man wakes up in the middle of the night, he has dark skin and is wearing the clothes of a farmer.
"Dad… are you ok?" a small boy with a face full of freckles and dark skin, wearing overalls.
The man stands up and walks over to a small window, kicking all of the empty alcohol bottles out of the way, with his hands clasped behind his back. As he looked out the window in the reflection the boy could see his father's eyes, they had gold rings around the normal brown color.
"Go back to bed Oscar, we have a lot of work ahead of us. You'll need your sleep for what is to come."
"For… what is to come?"
The man nods, "yes… I have been…" he waves his hand in a motion while looking for the right word. "Enlightened~" and we will need to work extra hard so we can buy train tickets."
"Where are we going?"
The man finally turns around and towers over the teen, "You do not need to know
Oscar, was only a farm boy. A farm boy with an abusive and drunk father… so to see his father without a bottle in his hand or a belt raised towards him, he knew.
That this wasn't his scary father
He knew
That this Monster didn't need any weapon to hurt him, all he could do was lower his head and nod.