Chapter 1

A/N: THIS IS NATURALLY AN AU AND THINGS WILL BE DIFFERENT, IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT GO READ THE RWBY WIKI IF YOU JUST WANT A REHASH OF CANON. THE STYLE FOR THIS STORY WILL BE ESTABLISHED IN THIS FORMAT USUALLY, 70% DEDICATED TOWARDS MOVING THE PLOT ALONG AND 30% BEING A FLASHBACK OR CONTEXT UPDATE FOR WHEN ITS RELEVANT TO DO SO. MY AIM IS FOR 1K WORDS PER CHAPTER AND TO UPLOAD A NEW CHAPTER EVERY WEEK, AND THIS WILL MOST LIKELY FINISH AROUND SEASON 3. IM USING THIS STORY AS AN OPPORTUNITY TO BRUSH UP ON MY NOW ATROPHIED WRITING SKILLS AND TO GET IN THE MOOD TO WRITE A HIGHER QUALITY STORY FOR YOU GUYS, PLEASE LEAVE ME A REVIEW EVEN IF ITS SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS "FIX GRAMMER", "REVISE PACING" OR "GOOD JOB" I WILL NEED THE FEED BACK.

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FLASHBACK

Jaune sits at the roof of the nightclub, the bustling city street and the glowing lights fading into one singular mass of visual and auditory noise. His foot hangs precariously off the edge as his cigarette burned away. His musings were interrupted by the clack of heels, he turns his head slightly towards the entrance of the roof, eyebrow raised he asks "I thought you was with Junior talking to Roman"

Miltia doesn't respond instead walking up towards Jaune and sitting behind him, she snakes her arm under his and snags his cigarette to take a puff of her own before sighing.

"Don't even remind me, He's been running about, licking dust stores and giving no two-shits about who is and isn't off limits" She pauses to take another drag "we finally got in touch and had him show up, him and that psycho killer midget of his to explain the concept of respecting the territory lines and not to fuck with those paying protection"

Jaune snorts 'yea because telling Neo what she can and can't do is wonderful idea IF you're looking for her stupid parasol up your ass' he thinks to himself.

Miltia narrows her eyes, the green of her iris seeming to pierce his mind in an attempt to read his thoughts; She punches Jaune lightly in his arm as he breaks into a small chuckle.

"Dickweed it wasn't my idea, like I wanted anywhere near me" she begins to stand, drinking in the view of the city she pauses for a moment, and tosses the still burning embers of tobacco in her hand into the wind.

"let's go down, Murrese called in sick so you covering for him by the door anyway"

Without another word Jaune gets up and makes his way down with Miltia.

CRACK!

The sound of a brick hitting flesh, peeling skin and rendering tissue from bone plays like a twisted melody in Jaunes' ears.

"NEVER. HIT. MY. SISTER. EVER. AGAIN!" He screams each word punctuated and emphasized with another smack, the blood splatters and spills upon the grass and his hands, like a morbid finger painting gone horribly wrong.

Jaune throws down his victim, A Parrisan ivy whose only crime was bullying Jaune, until he decided that his mean spirited shoves and comments could be targeted towards his youngest sister violet.

A soft wheeze bubbles up from him, Jaune finds he doesn't care and that realization is enough to snap him out of his haze and back into reality. His heart beating like a war drum within his ears as his blood rushes around his body, his fight or flight instincts dying and fizzling away, but his mind still whirling at 100 miles per hour. Bile, Blistering and broiling up his throat burst like puss out of his mouth and upon the floor as he heaved and wept at the damage he caused.

'I just wanted to protect her'

Jaune takes his place up against the frame of the door, his foot raised and rested. It was fairly late into the night and it was doubtful to get anymore clientele showing up, especially on a Tuesday. His moment of respite comes to an end when his eye catches a motorcycle abruptly stopping dead in its track across the street. A huge mane of golden hair stretched and curled around the rider as she made her way over, it reminded him of Saphron, he began to look at her in more detail.

'Shit, she's a huntsmen and armed' the gauntlets and her outfit absolutely screemed of it he was sure.

"Hold it there blondie, ain't you a bit young to be hitting up the club scene?"

She cocks her hip and rest her hand upon it scoffing.

"I could say the same thing for you noodle arms, but I'm here on official huntsmen business" She reaches for the lanyard around her neck and shows him the ID upon it.

BEACON HUNTSMAN ACCADEMY

NAME: YANG XIAO LONG

AGE: 17

GRADE: 1

STATUS: IN TRAINING

SENIOR CONTACT: QROW BRANWEN

Jauens blood freezes upon reading the last line, He almost couldn't believe.

A smirk Begins to grow on Yang's face, she had him by the balls and she knew it, figuratively at least.

"so" she begins cockily sauntering her way closer towards the door "You gonna let me in or are you gonna make this a problem?"

'The last thing Junior needs is a up and coming huntsman to be snooping around here, but to risk a visit from a fucking Branwen?'

A heavy sigh escapes his mouth, reluctantly Jaune begins to step out of the way.

"You have to hand your weapon over, Club rules" He begins

"Actually according to the reformed Huntsman code, Act 3, Section 2b-"

"Yea Yea Yea shut the fuck up and go inside but don't cause any trouble" he cuts her off, knowing already that the conversation was lost and a moot point to begin with anyway

'Worth a shot' Jaune thinks to himself 'at least this way if things don't work out I can say I tried'

He rests his back upon the frame again, his mind begins to wonder back to his many sisters, Saphron naturally being the first, the similarities between her and this Yang just enough that his brain refuses to let him think about anything else.

'I wonder how they would feel if they could see me now'

A crash, bang and a blast cut through his memory lane as he rears his head back towards the entrance of the club, hundreds of vale clubbers seeking to rush out the exit in a mad haste to escape becoming collateral to the carnage going on within the club.

"Brothers damn it I said not to cause any trouble"