Well the polls are in and the current leading weapon are the razor wire gloves. Now, someone brought up the idea of using Cross Tail (Lubbock's weapon from Akame ga Kill) over Walter's gloves. IDK, I'll leave that to yall, message me with questions/comments/concerns. If anyone hasn't seen Akame Ga Kill, go watch it. I binged it in a week, it's short, sad, but enjoyable. Be warned, it's really sad. But, in addition to using whatever weapon wins, I'm going to keep the shield and sword. Jaune will need them. Hope you enjoy this chapter and keep voting.

Chapter 2: Opinions, Answers, and Talks

The docks of Vale had seen better days. Currently, they were littered with destroyed Bullheads, numerous unconscious White Fang members, and a small group of Huntsmen and Huntresses - in - training, all of whom were stunned and confused by the events that had just occurred.

"Jaune!" Ruby called after the fleeing boy, before moving in an attempt. However, she was stopped when Yang grabbed her shoulder. Turning to face her sister, Ruby tried to struggle. "Yang let me go! He needs help."

"I don't think so Ruby. I just think that Jaune needs some time to cool off." Yang said.

"Agreed. Jaune will need time to calm down. Then maybe he can explain himself." Blake said, feeling a bit bad about the situation. Turning to Ren, Blake opened her mouth to voice these feelings, before Ren stopped her.

"It's not your fault Blake."

"But if I hadn't run away, then Jaune wouldn't be the run running away now."

"Maybe so, but again, it's not your fault. What matters now is giving Jaune some room to collect his thoughts." Turning to Ruby, who was still half heartedly struggling with Yang, he spoke while pulling his scroll out. "I'm going to inform Pyrrha about what happened and ask her to meet us back at Beacon."

Ruby only nodded, before turning to Penny. "Penny thanks for…". Ruby began but stopped when she saw that Penny had vanished. "Penny?"

(With Jaune)

'Damn it! Of all the time and places for my past to come back, why then!' Jaune thought as he leaned against the side of a building in some dingy alley in the south end of Vale. 'Oh god...that really was him. That was Roman. But what was he doing here in Vale and working with the White Fang no less?'

Jaune sighed as he slid down the wall till he was sitting on the ground, looking up at the sky. He felt wetness appear on his check, which continued as the sky opened up and rain began to pour down onto Vale. Leaning his head down to his chest, Jaune felt the rain run down his back, across the scars that zigzagged his skin. Shivering at the sensation, as well as the cold of the rain water, Jaune's thoughts were dragged back to the past.

'Come here, you useless! Piece! Of! Shit!'

'You damn failure! Come here, guess I need to teach you a new lesson!'

Jaune unconsciously clenched his hands as his whole body shook, as the memories became more and more intense.

'Just relax boy! Relax and it'll be over soon…'

"Hey punk!"

Jaune was snapped out of his thoughts as three men stood at the entrance to the alley. The men all wore black suits with hats and sunglasses. Jaune stood on shaky feet as the men approached in a triangle formation, preventing Jaune from running and breaking through to safety.

"Well boys look at this one! Thinks he some sort of Huntsman." One of the men - who, aside from wearing the same outfit as the others, had a mole on his cheek - jeered, pointing out Jaune's sword, as well as the armor he wore.

"You don't want to do this." Jaune said, his voice shaking slightly, more preoccupied on calming his thoughts and emotions then dealing with the gangsters.

"Actually," Another one - who had a soul patch on his chin- said "I think we really do."

"What do you say boy?" The last guy - who had an x shaped scar on his forehead - asked rhetorically. "Give us all the lien ya got as well as that fancy sword and armor, and we won't have to rough you up."

At those words, something in Jaune snapped. He didn't know if it was because of the stress of the night or just generally tiredness, but he had enough of this. "I gave you an out. Remember that when you're in the hospital, if you make it there."

Soul Patch laughed before closing in on Jaune and throwing a sloppy punch. Jaune quickly grabbed the man's wrist, before moving to the side and delivered an open palm strike to the man's elbow.

"AHHHH!" Soul Patch screamed as his elbow bone broke through the skin of his arm. Blood began to squirt out of the wound as his arm hung there. Soul Patch stopped screaming when Jaune's fist colladed with his face, knocking out most of the man's teeth, breaking his nose, and knocking the man off his feet, onto the ground in front of his friends. X-Scar and Mole looked at the unconscious body of Soul Patch, then at the approaching Jaune.

"Guess you guys don't have your Aura's unlocked." Jaune said before flaring his around him. "Guess who does?"

Mole charged next, an enraged look on his face. Stopping in front of Jaune and adopting an amature boxing stance, Mole through a right cross at Jaune's face. Jaune simply leaned back, letting the man's momentum carry him off balance. Taking advantage, Jaune braced himself before wrapping his arms around the man and picking him up.

"What the hell!" Mole said before crying out as Jaune sent him flying into a trio of trash cans at the end of the alley. Turning back to X-Scar, Jaune continued to walk forward. Said gangster began to panic, before bending down and picking up a fallen, rotten piece of driftwood. Swinging the makeshift club, Jaune simply raised his arm, allowing the wood to shatter on his armored arm. X-Scar looked at the broken piece of wood, then back at Jaune, who grabbed the man by the collar and threw him into a nearby wall. The gangster's body collided with the wall with a 'crack', and the man slid down, moaning in pain. Jaune quickly moved toward the man, picking him up by the collar and slamming him against the wall. Jaune raised his fist and slammed it into the man's face, over and over again.

Finally, Jaune stopped his assault and looked at his handiwork. The man's face was unrecognizable amongst the blood that decorated it like a mask. Feeling disgusted with himself, Jaune let the man fall down.

'Snikt'. Jaune turned around to the sound of a blade being unsheathed and saw Mole holding a switchblade. The mook spit out some blood while waving the knife around in what he thought was a threatening manner.

"Looks like you need to be taught a lesson brat!"

Jaune froze. To Mole, it looked like he had his chance. Charging Jaune, he swung the switchblade in a downward arc, aiming to slash at Jaune's face. To his surprise, Jaune caught the blade with his bare hand, the knife cutting through his glove and into his skin, drawing blood. Mole tried to bring the blade back, but Jaune gripped it harder and twisted.

SNAP!

The blade of the switchblade broke from the hilt, with Mole stumbling back. Jaune opened his hand, letting the blade fall into a puddle on the ground, staining it red. Jaune raised his head, his eyes meating the gangsters. Said man took a step back in fear. Fear of what lay in those eyes. What were once vibrant blue and full of life were now dull eyes of nothingness. To Mole, it felt like he was staring into a void, an empty area filled with nothingness.

Unfortunately for Mole, the step back he took caused him to step into a puddle of water. Mole slipped and fell, dropping the now broken switchblade and hitting his head on the ground. Blinking rapidly and shaking his head, Mole looked to see Jaune standing over him, arms limp, still staring at him with those eyes. Mole tried to back away, but Jaune moved faster and grabbed the man by the collar with both hands. Bringing Mole up to eye level, Jaune looked around at the other men before back at Mole.

"Lesson." Jaune rasped out in a high-pitched voice, tinged with insanity. "You want to teach me a lesson? I think you need a lesson." Releasing the grip with his right hand, Jaune drew the hand back before punching the man in the face. Continuing the action, Jaune eventually stopped.

"Pleas...n'..mor" Mole tried to say through broken teeth. Jaune seemed to listen at first, letting the man down. Mole dropped to his knees and sucked in lungfuls of air, not aware of what Jaune was doing next.

Jaune walked behind the downed man, all the while channeling Aura into his right foot. Positioning himself, Jaune reared back his foot and booted the man's hindquarters. Mole threw flew the air, crashing thru a side door to a black building. Jaune followed, stopping only to pick up the blade from the broken switchblade.

Jaune walked through the doorway, not noticing any of the surprised and terrified people around him. Looking around, Jaune spotted Mole trying to crawl away. "Running? Oh come now dearie, we're just getting into the fun!" Jaune yelled out in that same insane voice. Moving towards the cowering gangster, Jaune was unprepared for a heavy blunt object colliding with his head. Jaune was sent flying into a nearby table, shattering the glass table top and breaking the support. Groaning, Jaune shook his head before looking around. 'How the hell did I end up here?'

"You got some serious balls."

Jaune turned to look at the speaker. Said man was tall, with a full beard and black hair. He wore black dress pants and black dress shoes, with a crisp white undershirt with a blood red tie, complete with a black vest. The man was also carrying a large red and silver baseball bat. "You bust into my club, beating up my boys, wrecking the place, and scaring off my customers." The man shook his head. "Man, I must have the worst luck with blondes."

Jaune looked at the man again, almost as if he knew the man. Behind the man, two girls around Jaune's age ran up behind him. One wore a white dress and one wore a red dress. The one in white had what appeared to be combat heels with knives attached to them, while the one in red had what appeared to be gloves with claws.

"Junior, is this guy bothering you?" The one in white asked.

"Do we need to, like, take care of him?" The one in red voiced.

The man - now identified as Junior - shook his head. "No need Melanie, Miltia. I can handle this punk."

'Melanie?! Miltia?! Then that guy is..' Jaune thought before the lightbulb went off. "Mr. Xiong?" Jaune voiced in a hesitant voice. The three stopped dead, both now looking at the blonde boy with curious eyes.

"Who the hell are you kid?" Junior asked, glaring at Jaune. "I only know a handful of people who call me that. Hell, only a handful of people know that name."

Jaune looked down before scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, I guess it has been a while since you guys moved out of Domremy. But I'm -"

Jaune didn't get to finish before two blurs - one red and one white - were upon him. Said blurs sandwiched the boy in a big hug. "Jaune!" Milita said, happiness evident in her voice. "Is it, like, really you?"

Jaune chuckled while trying to move his arms to hug the girls back. "Yes Mil, it's me." The girls squealed before hugging him harder. Jaune smiled before looking over at Junior. "Think you can help me Mr. Xiong?"

Junior just continued to stare. "Well I'll be damned. Jaune Fucking Torchwick." Jaune shifted a bit at the way Junior said his name, as well as the inclination of his last name. "Alright girls get off the kid before you fuse to him."

The twins let go of the hug, but kept their arms around Jaune's, leading him to the bar, while Junior trugged behind them, muttering about "damn blondes crashing my bar."

The girls forced Jaune into a stool, each taking a stool next to him. Junior walked around to man the bar, coming to a stop in front of the three. Grabbing a shot glass and filling it with rum, Junior slid it towards Jaune."Go ahead kid. First one's on the house."

Jaune nodded towards Junior before grabbing the glass and tipping the liquid back into his mouth, quickly downing it. "Ughh, still not a big fan." Jaune said while pulling a face, causing the girls to giggle, while Junior smirked.

"It's good to see you again kid. But, you have a lot to answer for."

"Uncle's right Jaune. Why were you fighting one of our...guards."

"Yeah. Like, what did Dickon do to you."

Jaune chuckled a little at the name of the thug he beat up. 'His name is Dickon. Dang, sucks to be him.' "Sorry about that. I...had a rough night and your boys decided it would be a good idea to mug me. As you can see, that idea turned out to be the wrong one. Oh, before I forget, you'll find two more of your guys out in the ally. You may want to get them some help. I...may have gone overboard."

Junior sighed. "Trust one of the Torchwick brothers to go overboard." Signalling to one of his men, Junior told him to get Dickon, as well as the other two some help.

"It's Arc." Jaune said suddenly, causing the group to look at him. "I'm Jaune Arc now. Not Torchwick."

Junior cocked an eyebrow and was about to comment, before a voice came in through the scroll attached to the countertop. "Boss, Torchwick and his midget is here. Do I let them in?"

Junior's eyes widened before he looked at Jaune who had a look similar to a deer caught in someone's headlights. Junior sighed before nodding to himself. "Mel, Mil, take Jaune to your room. Get him cleaned up and let him stay there. I'm going to talk with Roman."

"Are you sure you don't want one of us to stay here Uncle. Roman is -"

"I know what he is Mel. I can handle him and Neo. Now go."

"Wait, Neo? Whose Neo?" Jaune said, having gotten out of his stupor. The Malachite twins grabbed his arms and began to drag him to the stairs.

"We'll tell you in a sec Jaune. For now, let Uncle handle this." Melanie said. Junior sighed as Jaune's protests died out, before he gave the all clear to the bouncer. The door to his club swang open to reveal a rather irate Roman Torchwick, gripping his cane as though it was a lifeline. Beside him was he associate and friend, Neapolitan, who looked at Roman in concern. In all their time together, she had seen Roman gun down people, brutally murder others, and had seen him working with someone like their boss without fear, something which their boss excelled at installing in people.

Roman strode over to the bar with Neo trailing behind him, while Junior calmly got out two glasses and a bowl. Reaching under the bar, he pulled out a bottle of vodka and a carton of neapolitan ice cream. Neo smiled as she opened the container and began digging into her treat. Junior carefully filled the shot glasses while looking at Roman, who was glaring at him. Sliding one of the glasses over, Junior poured some vodka into the other one, before downing it, and refilling. Only after this one was full did Junior speak.

"Something you need Roman?"

(Scene Change)

(Team RWBY Dorm Room)

Teams RWBY and (J)NPR sat in Team RWBY's room, silently going over what had happened during the night. Yang was the first one to break the silence.

"I don't get it? Why did Vomit Boy just up and leave like that."

"None of us know. If we did, don't you think we would be out there looking for him." Pyrrha said slightly hysterical at the end. A calming hand from Ren, as well as a small hug from Nora allowed the champion to calm down a bit. "Sorry, I just...don't know why he would run!"

"I'm concerned this has something to do with Torchwick." Blake said. "It was only after Jaune saw Torchwick that he started acting weird."

Ren nodded. "Come to think of it, Jaune wasn't the only one acting weird. Torchwick could have attacked Jaune but chose not to. In fact, it looked like he had seen a ghost."

Blake, Ruby, and Yang nodded. "So what does that mean exactly?" Weiss asked, annoyed at the events that had happened over the past few days. First Blake runs, then the dunce. While she had forgiven Blake and promised to give her a chance, the same could not be said for Jaune. "Are you insinuating that Jaune and Torchwick have a past?"

Ruby gasped. "That's impossible! Roman's a criminal! Why would Jaune know someone like that."

"I agree with Ruby." Blake said. "Torchwick is a real piece of work. Some of the things he has done...it's pretty horrifying. The White Fang would hesitate with some of this, and I hear Torchwick never hesitates."

While the others discussed this possibility, Pyrrha had frozen. She recalled an incident several weeks ago, when she and her partner had shared a moment on the roof of their dorm, where he had revealed his biggest secret. 'Jaune...Could he have gone to Torchwick for transcripts?'

Ren seemed to notice his teammates behavior and voiced it. "Pyrrha, are you ok. You look like someone killed your puppy."

Ruby flinched while glaring at Ren. "Never say that again." Ren simply raised his hands in defence before returning his attention to Pyrrha, who squirmed under everyone's looks. Sighing while making a decision, Pyrrha began to speak.

"I need everyone's word that none of this leaves this room unless it is agreed on by everyone."

"Pyrrha what's -"

"Please Ruby!" Pyrrha said before tears began to pool in her eyes. "Please"

The others looked at each other before promising that nothing she reveals to them would leave the group. "Jaune...he didn't get into Beacon like the rest of us. He...he faked his transcripts in order to get in. He didn't even have his Aura unlocked."

The others stared at her in shock. "Really...damn Vomit Boys either stupid or has some serious balls." Yang said.

"Why would Jaune do that?" Blake asked.

"He told me that he wanted to live up to his family legacy. Apparently, his family is supposed to be some great warrior family."

"That's partially true." Weiss said, with all eyes turning to her. "The Arc family were one of the most prominent families during and immediately after the Great War. They were extremely skilled fighters, warriors, and tacticians, making up the bulk of the army of the Kingdom of Vale. However, after showing support for the Fanus Civil Rights movement...many of them began to disappear. The first I heard about a living Arc was from the dolt himself."

The others absorbed this information. "It makes sense." Ren said after a few seconds. "Jaune wanted to live up to the reputation of his ancestor and become a Hunter. He was willing to do whatever it took which is probably why he decided to forge his transcript."

"That still doesn't explain his connection… to...Torchwick. Oh God." Blake said, her eyes widening in realization. Ren and Weiss's followed her's as the three looked at each other.

"What? Can someone fill me in please?" Ruby said.

"Ruby...Jaune must have gone to Torchwick in order to have some transcripts made."

"No...no Jaune wouldn't do that." Ruby said. "I mean, sure he snuck into Beacon, but he wouldn't go so far to go to Torchwick for help. Would he…?"

The group stared at the ground. Surprisingly, it was Nora who stood and began to speak. "It doesn't matter what Jaune did in the past. What matters now is that we find him before he gets into trouble. He's our friend and we're his. As his friends, it's our job to knock some sense into him and bring him back. With or without broken legs is all up to him."

Ren, Pyrrha and Ruby all laughed at that while Blake and Yang smiled. "Yeah. Let's go bring Vomit Boy back. Otherwise who else is going to throw up all those good battle plans."

The others groaned - or in the case of Ruby, threw a pillow at Yang - and shook their heads. "Bad puns aside, I do think there is someone we can tell about this who can help us." The others turned to look at Blake. "Ozpin. He knew about me being in the White Fang and stilled allowed me into Beacon. And I bet he already knew about Jaune's transcripts."

"How do you figure?"

"Old man Ozpin seems like one of those mysterious old guys who knows everything about everyone. I bet he's a wizard. REN, what if he owns this castle? That means he's a wizard king!" Nora said, causing the others to stare at her in shock, except for Ren, who simply stood and began guiding Nora across the hall, followed by a bemused Pyrrha.

"Nora's tired. But I do agree we should tell the Headmaster. But in the morning."

The others all nodded and said their goodnights before getting ready for bed. Ruby looked out the window, watching the shattered moon shine light down on the city in the distance. 'Be careful Jaune.' She thought before turning the lights off.

(1 hour later)

(Confidential Location)

"This is the tip line for the Vale Police force. What is your message."

"I would like to report about a Beacon student having connections to Roman Torchwick."

End scene. Whoa, that took a while. Originally, I was going to type out another chapter for one of my other fics, but this one was really popular and the idea just came to me. So here yah go. Remember to continue voting on your weapon of choice. The poll will be closed after the 4th chapter. I don't know when that will come out, so yall have some time.

TheSaintsFollower, signing out.