Hi everyone my name is LostBastille, or just Lost. Now I know that everyone and their creepy uncle who hangs around high schools has written a Rwby fanfic, but like many on this site, I read them ,at least the ones still going that are past 100kwords. Anyway, this is my take on an SI/Isekai/reincarnation fanfic for Rwby. This will be moderately AU with stuff like character ages, and the characters will have some form of critical thinking past preconceived notions such as what's right and wrong with the world of Remnant. Cuz while my character will have a monochrome color palate, we'll find the motivations of everyone and everything will have many shades of grey. And yes even the lemon kind of I know there are about 6 more volumes but I've only seen to V3 and have gotten spoilers for after, spoilers I plan on changing. Anyway let's get to it before I pad my word count even more.
Also I suppose I should start this out saying,Rwby isn't owned by me and neither is any music or media I reference. If I owned any of it, well I probably wouldn't be here.
"Talking"
'Thinking'
Narrator/4thwall breaks
Ch1. An intro to the mc and the world.
They say that when you die there is a light and that you see your life flash before your eyes. Either the light is a soothing one or a burning one. They say you meet God or the Devil or the Reaper. They even say that you just plop into nothingness. Personally I always thought the afterlife would be where you believed you'd go, especially if you see your life before you die, and you realize what you deserve and you get sent there.
I always liked the idea of being able to reincarnate because your soul felt it wasn't time for you to ascend. Always made the most sense to me even if I came from a Christian and Jahova Witness household. Granted my mother and grandmother were always forward thinking when it came to me and how I should view the world. They never wanted me to believe what they believed at face value, they wanted me to find my own way.
Oh shit, before I forget I should probably introduce myself. I'm Dorian Ambrocious Hawke. Gamer and Audiophile extraordinaire. I'm about 5'8(I know I'm short shutup),22, Latino, have a Fade-cut haircut with dark brunette finger width hair at the top for slicking back, and hazel eyes with gold around the pupils. Got full lips that the girls I've been with love to bite, toned upper body and legs and my familys' thick hips and ass.
Remember gentlemen, women like having something to grab onto even if it's just your hair, neck, or ass. Having a good mix of muscle to fat can make you properly proportioned and not look like an awkward weirdo. Even if you don't like working out, staying relatively toned and healthy lets you have confidence in yourself when it comes to having paramours.
Also I tend to wear dark colors with references to pop culture and music and games.
Anyway it was sad that never really happened, the finding myself bit. Though if I'm being honest my death was really my own fault. I couldn't just let the asshole get away with beating his wife, I had to try and be the hero. Even when I always called myself a coward who could never fight unless it was for my own selfish reasons or for my family. Granted how was I supposed to know that the guy was a disgraced cop who lost his job shooting a schoolkid for having a laser pointer, and was angry and bitter at the world. Apparently it is in fact illegal to have a laser pointer, pointed at any state or government official, for the exact reason of the person with the pointer getting killed, not the first case apparently. Yeah guess when you die by someone else you get to know them on a….. Soul deep level.
So yeah, there I was just walking along in my apartment complex listening to some music and I hear glass crashing over the sound of Herman Li playing another epic Dragonforce solo, specifically the solo to "Soldiers of the Wasteland", and I see about two apartments down that their sliding glass door shattered. So I did the smart thing and called the cops. Of course standard Vegas police dispatch in my area would take a good 8 minutes and I hear screaming, crying, and the distinctive sound of flesh being beaten by a fist. I'm not talking about the sound you hear in oldschool action movies but the actual meaty thwap that comes with getting a good solid hit on someone.
Then contrary to the amount of intelligence I had earlier by calling the cops, I decided to jump the short railing to that apartment balcony and run inside to see a middle aged caucasian man with a beer belly beating on this oriental woman, who turned out to be his wife. Talk about stereotyping a situation.
Now me, I've lived my whole life trying to be the opposite of my Sperm Donor(father). He was a deadbeat druggie who used violence and stealing to get what he wanted and he wouldn't care who got hurt along the way. This included my mother. Granted she didn't take his shit and dropped him like he was a sack of radioactive shit and got me as far from him as possible while still within range for the court ordered visitation.
So you can see why I took offense at the sight of a man beating his wife.
"Yo dude what the fuck do you think you're doing? I already called the cops and if you dont stop the bullshit you're gonna be on the wrong side of a taser and a can of pepper spray." I let the asshole know while pulling him off the top of his wife.
Unfortunately when he turned around he had a broken beer bottle in his hand and I guess my grabbing him startled him enough to swing at me with it.
Now I'll admit it wasn't smart of me to not pay attention to such things when getting involved, but as they say, hindsight is always 20/20.
I'll also say that I have in fact been stabbed before and while it may have been through the hand, stabbing still fucking hurts. Hell it hurts even more when it's a fucking bottle going under your ribcage.
"Oh shit!" The asshole yells while backing up from the person he just stabbed(me). As I step back with a hand hovering over the bottle.
"Oh my god, Arthur why?!" The wife tells while crawling and crying away from the situation.
"The idiot snuck up on me it's not my fault!" Retard.
Finally taking a shakey breath I say the first thing that came to my pain addled mind.
"Yeah you fucktard. I really snuck up on you with walking over the broken glass door and saying that I called the cops about the situation. I'm a real modern fucking ninja." I say finally putting one hand on the bottle sticking out of my sternum.
At that the guy digs both his and my graves deeper by decking me in the face.
Another thing to note about my family, both on my mother's and father's side, we get angry when threatened, no fear, no remorse, we see red and take down the objects of our life threatening aggressin. We learn to temper this aggression with our life experience and the lessons our family teach us. Being raised on my mom's side, I learned that I should never initiate the conflict, but if someone guns for you. .DOWN.
So I take the nearest weapon, which was the bottle in my chest, and stab him in the throat with it. It wasn't clean, wasn't pretty, and in the end , it's what killed me. Especially cause I ended up passing out from the pain and blood I had already lost and also the internal tearing of my left lung and part of my heart.
Guess I'm a pussy if I couldn't handle a little stabbing and internal hemorrhaging. At least that's what the guys on my dad's side would say. My mother would say I was an idiot and cry and mourn for about a year until she finally found her happiness at the bottom of a bottle or with a man who truly cares for her and takes care of her.
Gods i hope it's the latter. She's been through enough shit.
I bled out from my stab wound, cuz I wanted to play the hero and be as far from being my father as possible. Talk about daddy issues.
So here I find myself in a waiting room with dark mahogany walls, a chandelier and leather seats while I digital sign hangs on the wall with a number 110 on it and holding a ticket marked 117.
Heh, the Master Chiefs number did always follow me around in life, always found it on fortune cookies and saw it everywhere I went, guess it was my lucky number.
Wonder if I'll get reborn into Halo as a Spartan. That'd be cool.
Being a battle brother to THE Master Chief. Hell I'd even settle for being Noble Six or being part of noble in general. Save Kat, save Jorge, save Emile. Dont know what I'd do to save Carter. Maybe board the Scarab to prevent him from needing to crash into it. Granted if I did that who's to say I wouldn't fuck up the timeline and Chief would never find Halo on the Autumn.
But I'm just rambling and the sign is now at 116.
"You'd think that whatever R.O.B.(random omnipresent/omnipotent being) running this show would be able to deal with all the people at once instead of a number queue. Guess no matter what, bureaucracy wins in the end….. hope I dont have to fill out a death tax form. I hate having to fill out job applications let alone a tax form. What the fuck is the point of having me upload my goddamn resume to the application if the want me to put the fucking info on a different form. Just read the stupid resume." Great talking to myself in the afterlife.
"They do that so they can weed out the people too lazy to actually fill it out that way they can see if you're serious or not." A blonde guy who looks a helluva lot like Matt Damon, except dressed in old school feudal leather armor that's dyed white, says as he walks through a door that appeared underneath the number sign that now says 117.
"Yeah they also do it just to fuck with ya, just cuz they know you want a job and need their money, it's an exercise in power." I guy who looks like Heathe Ledger walks in from behind also dressed in leathers but his are dyed black and he has a few bone necklaces and a bone reptilian mask attached to the side of his head.
Why do these two seems so familiar with how they stand next to each other. I know they've been in one or two movies together but which one do they seem like they're trying to emulate.
"We'll give ya a hint, Fairytales." Light Damon says.
…..
No fucking way.
"The Brothers Grimm. Aww shit am I gonna have to deal with dark Fairytales? They're already creepy as is even if Disney did beautify them." I say with a growing pit of dread. I'll admit I delved a little into the original versions of Fairytales and them things be dark as all hell. Dont know who decided it was a good idea to tell these stories to kids.
I mean Little Red Riding Hood was originally based of stories told to you maidens to watch out for rapists. And I'm very heavily paraphrasing here.
"Also wait a moment how come you two stooges are the ones in charge of sending me to the next life? Also why the hell me?"
"Because with every world that an author creates, we become gods of those worlds and rule them. Especially when those stories last Centuries. Also we were randomly assigned to your case so yay you, you have two sarcastic assholes with fucked up minds as your R.O.B's."Dark Heathe Ledger, who I've now identified as Jacob Grimm, says to me with a smirk of pure shit eatery.
"Speak for yourself on that there dear Jacob. I'd like to think my personality balanced out what with becoming a 2 century old god."Light Matt Damon, who by process of elimination must be Wilhelm Grimm, says while walking up to me to give me a handshake.
"So which Fairytale am I going into then if you don't mind my asking? I'm partial to Goldilocks or Beauty and the Beast." I say really hoping I dont get Snow White or god forbid genderbent into the story of BlueBeard.
""All of them."" They both say while smiling.
"But there is a twist." Jacob says with that same shit eating grin.
"Jacob that was supposed to be a surprise, and our third still isn't here. Hes still coming to terms with the situation he finds himself in. Especially now that a good 50 years has passed in the mortal world." Wilhelm casually states while dropping the time bomb on me. Well I guess there really is no going back now.
"Wait, a third Brother?" I question now extremely confused as to the situation.
"Well not an original blood brother, but a brother nonetheless. You actually know him, he also VA'd one of his characters. He went by the name of Monty Ooum." Wilhelm explains. Oh shit.
"So… I'm heading to Rwby. Why?"I say.
"We had to find a story you didn't know the entirety of, where you wouldn't get completely screwed over but wouldn't steamroll through, we had to find a balance so we can make you a non-OP/SI." Jacob says.
"Wait did you just 4th wall break the afterlife? Is this meta? Am I being punked?" I say SLIGHTLY losing it.
"Is it 4th wall breaking if we know we're writing a story at random so we can have entertainment and you can have a fantastical life?" Jacob says with a look of contemplation so deep one might think hes wondering about the meaning of life.
Wait….. he is. Hes contemplating our very existence.
My brain hurts now. Fucking metaphysics.
"Anyway Dorian, we've decided to do a joint operation with Mister Ooum because why the hell not. They man used a lot of external muses from other tales and quite frankly we're happy we have the say of who goes in. This will be your personal alternate life and you get to mess with what you want. Though Monty might get mad if you dont respect his vision. Us two? We just go with it at this point."Wilhelm says while taking a seat on a leather recliner that appears behind him. Same for his brother.
"So am I gonna br going in during canon and the main story or before or after? Cuz(yes I do actually say cuz instead of 'cause, feels natural) if I have a choice I'd rather the age for huntsman and huntress's to go to the academies to be 18. I dont want no jailbait situations and if we're being honest, the academies are more like college then high school." I say wanting to get my legal preceding in order.
"We can do that, shouldn't break that much up and while we dont see an issue if they were younger, we understand your reservations. We will in fact be putting you in time for the main story, where you end up and how your raised will be random however. "Jacob says writing in a modern notepad with a oldschool quillpen.
"Wait raised?"
"Yes raised. You're being reborn, not teleported to another world while still alive. You died Dorian. Internal hemorrhaging does that to people. Also yes your background will be randomized essentially, meaning you get no choice where you're born or who raises you." Wilhelm said while frowning at me in consternation.
"Hey I just wanted some clarification for copacetic capacities. Heh. So do I have a limit on what I can ask for? Like can I keep my previous appearance? Cuz while I may have been just above average when it came to looks, I worked damn well with what I had and I liked myself for who I was." I say slightly pleading.
"Why yes you can keep your previous appearance. You can also keep your first name but we gotta change the rest, your name was too damn long. You can also choose your semblance for when you unlock your aura and get good control of it." Jacob says writing down what was probably the details of my appearance.
Ok umm, shit. Semblance, semblance, semblance.
Blood manipulation? Nah too niche and gruesome if I go the good guy route. Standard Avatar package? Maybe. Elements are nice and I can use them against the likes of Cinder.
However that is also very niche….. I got it.
"I want Molecular Manipulation. I can manipulate the Molecular composition and state of matter for things. Even Dust." I say with a grin at thinking of such a unique semblance(idk if any other story on here has that as a semblance, havnt seen it).
"Ok then what will be the drawback or limitation of it?" Jacob asks.
"Uhhhh…"I intelligently reply.
"There has to be a balancing force behind your semblance Dorian. That was one of the stipulations Monty saddled us with." Wilhelm says with an impressed but bemused smile on his Matt Damon face.
"Then….. I guess I'd have to ingest the type of thing I want to manipulate so I could get full control of it for later otherwise I'd have to expend massive amounts of aura. However if that's gonna be my limitation I need to have a mouth and stomach/body able to ingest and take nutrients from them. To balance it out even more, I can manipulate the compositions of people otherwise if they have Aura. Besides my own that is or unless I have complete permission from both their mind and soul, otherwise. Essentially all things without a soul can be manipulated by my semblance with light to no strain if I consume anything of that type, like say I eat fire, I can eventually learn to superheated it to plasma and other such things…. maybe I can eat parts of grimm to be able to just destroy their brains with a thought….. thatd be too OP though. Maybe doing so would strain me really hard compared to normal Manipulation? Yeesh this is a pain trying to balance this out. I'll leave it to you guys to set the parameters and I can find out the rest, I'll have my whole next life to figure it out." I say rubbing my temples.
I then look to see Wilhelm and Jacob Grimm looking at each other, occasionally nodding while jacob writes whatever it is hes writing down.
"Ok we decided, you get your preferred semblance, however these are the stipulations and limitations." Jacob says.
"First, you will get a body capable of consuming all matter, only after you get your aura unlocked and get your semblance. Also if you do eat Grimm, you'll start to get corrupted, now you won't completely lose yourself if you eat say 10 or 20 Grimm, but you will feel the effects."Wilhelm says while reading from his own notepad that appeared from nowhere while wearing some half moon glasses.
"Second, as you said anything with a soul, or Aura, cant be manipulated without strain. We wouldn't want you to just walk up to the big bads and snap their brainstem or something like that with a thought. They have to be drained of aura or have no soul. Or be partial Grimm." Jacob says giving me a knowing smirk.
At this point I have my own shit eating grin. So what if Salem cant die. Just means that her dismemberment and eventual launch into space will be just a little bit easier.
At least I hope it will. I'm going off of Deadpool logic here, if she is still alive and cant "die", it doesnt mean I cant make her immortality hell and make her unable to do anything.
Don't know why Ozpin never thought of that. Unless he tried and she just reappeared from the Grimm Pit she fell into and makes Grimm from. In that case things get even more hard and annoying to deal with.
Sorta like morning wood that won't go away…
But I digress.
"Ok what other limitations are there?" I say.
""That was it."" They both say while throwing their notepads in the air behind them as they catch fire.
"You actually balanced out your semblance pretty well, though you also have to think, a person's semblance says a lot about them. Take Ruby and Blake for example. Their semblances represent them perfectly. Ruby wants to be fast enough to save those in need to prevent others from. Feeling the same loss she and her sister did when they lost Summer. Blake's is also representing how she is always ready to run away, when those around her are committed, she tries her best to get out when faced with the tough decisions. She doesnt want to take responsibility so she runs from the consequences while leaving a 'piece' of herself behind. It's all rather fascinating."Wilhelm says while adjusting his own pair of half moon glasses.
"I would guess it comes from needing to feel in control? That maybe the reason this semblance resonates with me is because when I realize that there is a higher power, I need to feel like I control my own life instead of others controlling me? I dont know, I'm not very good at self reflection. Feelings of others I can understand. My own? Fuck that shit. I dont know what the hell I'm doing." I say in annoyance due to that fact.
"Nothing wrong with wanting to be in control, its perfectly normal."Wilhelm says to me with a small smile.
"Well while this has been riveting conversations, we really must be going. Wouldn't you agree Wil?" Jacob says getting up as his brother also stands.
"Yes quite, was a pleasure talking to you Dorian. Have fun in your next life, we'll be watching and well see you at the end of your journey." Wil says while they both walk towards the door and I start falling asleep.
"Goodbye gentlemen, thank you for this chance. Please tell Monty that when I passed, he was still loved by many and even had his own cult following. Tell him thanks for bring such a vibrant yet 'Grimm' world to many. Thank you as well gentlemen. Good*yawn*fuckin-night." I say as I feel my eyes close.
And that ladies and mentalgen is the first chappy, hope you enjoyed. Honestly dont know when in gonna post the next one but I'm gonna post it here and also on Royalroad. Get the name out there ya know? Shit if I do that y'all will end up finding my other book on royalroadl….. eh I need to write a chapter for that too. Granted I'm halfway through on the next chappy for that one.
It's called, "The Start of an Unusual Life in an Alternate Reality" or Soul-ar(solar) for short.
Anyway good day.