This bloody chapter took so damn long to write. Had a lot of writer's block. And am currently super tired. If i made any errors, or no one is following my sad attempts at logic, let me know and I'll try to fix it.
Chapter 3
Professor Ozpin had been the headmaster of Beacon for several decades. In that time he had seen several different types of students come through its halls. These ranged from students of various backgrounds, various philosophical points of view, and students of varying skill level. But one thing connected them all: the love and support those individuals showed for their teammates. Ozpin saw it in all teams that came through, but the burgeoning bonds between the eight students that made up Team RWBY and Team JNPR was a superb example. While there were rough patches with some of the more… opinionated members the group as a whole persevere through these trials and grew to be much more of a family.
Which was why it was so hard for him to look the 7 assembled teams in the eye when they came to him. When the group had first arrived Ozpin immediately noticed that Jaune Arc was missing from the lineup. This caused Ozpin to worry that the group had discovered the boy's secret. Given how one of their members had powerful connections to sources outside of Vale, who in turn had an ear to James Ironwood, the leader of Atlas Academy, Ozpin couldn't really say that he had acted in the best interests of Remnant when allowing Mr. Arc to attend Beacon, despite his lack of transcripts. If he said that, and Ms. Schnee went to her father - or gods forbid her sister - than nothing would stop the police from arresting the young man and locking him away.
Fortunately, the group was not here because they were angry about that. Unfortunately, they were here because of Mr. Arc's connections to one Roman Torchwick, a known criminal mastermind.
"That's what we think Headmaster. We...I knew that Jaune had falsified his transcripts, but I didn't think much about where he got them. We think that he got them from Roman Torchwick, and that is why he was hesitant to attack him." Pyrrha Nikos said with concern and apprehension in her voice.
Ozpin looked at the champion in front of him before glancing at her companions. Team RWBY looked on with apprehension and nervousness, especially Blake Belladonna, who looked rather guilty about the whole situation. Taking a deep breath, Ozpin began to speak what would be the undoing of the bonds between the 7 students.
"Unfortunately the lot of you are not correct in your assumptions about Mr. Arc and Mr. Torchwick...or should I say Mr. Torchwick and Mr. Torchwick."
Confusion was the first emotion that passed between the seven students. The next was shock. A few - Yang, Weiss, and Blake - went from that to outrage. The remaining four maintained shock, with the Champion having a mix of that and staunch denail, a look that was shared with the young Rose.
"You can't mean…"
Ozpin nodded. "Jaune and Roman Torchwick are brothers. Younger and older respectively."
The group let the news wash over them. Ruby, Pyrrha and Nora had their faces set in shock, with disbelief etched in them. Ren appeared to take the news rather well, only raising both eyebrows in shock, but on the inside the Ninja's emotions ran wild. Yang, Weiss and Blake all looked rather angered that someone they had trusted had kept such a big and potentially dangerous secret from them.
The group was silent for some time before Lie Ren, always the most calm of the first years, spoke up.
"What does this mean exactly?"
Ozpin sighed. "I'm afraid that is not my place to tell you. The seven of you must decide that for yourselves: Do you wish to trust young Jaune or do you not. Again, the choice is yours. I do hope that you chose wisely."
With that the group left the office and headed back to their dorms in silence. Each one turning the events of the past few nights over in their heads.
Unaware of the ripples that had gone through the world recently.
(Scene Change: Junior's Club)
(Time Change: Earlier that Morning)
Jaune Arc groaned as light flooded his vision. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes with his hands, Jaune looked around at the room he was in. The room was half red and half white, with the different furniture in it following that color scheme. Feeling the bed shift around him, Jaune looked down and saw Melanie and Militia on either side of him with their eyes closed. The twins rolled onto their stomachs, moaning in annoyance.
"Turns the lights/Five more minutes." They both moaned out.
"Sorry girls, but we've got some business to take care off." The voice of Junior echoed from a speaker in the ceiling. "That means you too Jaune. I'm sure you want some answers. Come down, have some food, and we'll talk."
Nodding, Jaune got up and quickly began to make his way downstairs, leaving the twins to groan out complaints while finding a new outfit.
'Glad I decided to sleep in my cloths. Should probably grab my armour before I leave though.'
Following the smell of food, Jaune found Junior in a small kitchen near the bar, where three plates of bacon and eggs were already laid out. Taking a seat and thanking the bartender, Jaune quickly dug into his meal, the twins joining him a few moments later.
After they had finished, Jaune cleared his throat, getting Junior's attention. Sighing, the bartender turned and fully faced the young man. "Where do you want me to start?"
"...What the hell is Roman doing with the Fang Junior?" Jaune asked after thinking about it. "It makes no sense to me. They would never hire a human to work with them, and I know Roman won't work with fanatics."
This was a truth in the criminal underworld. Fanatics tended to go on little tangents, and were often unreliable and insane. Crime lords, mafia heads, even drug dealers would rather have sane individuals united under the love of money working for them.
"I'm afraid I don't know why Roman is working with the Fang. But, I do know that your brother has graduated from robbing banks and a few small scale dust suppliers to the big leagues."
Jaune nodded. "I noticed. Roman was hitting the SDC. That's not the Roman I grew up with. We were taught by him that business is just that, business. No personal feelings were to be involved."
Junior nodded. "I believe the phrase was 'It's never personal. Strictly business.'.
Jaune flinched and nodded. "Can you tell me what is was you and Roman talked about last night?"
Junior nodded and opened his mouth to speak -
"Why don't you ask me yourself Jaune?"
Jaune and the twins whirled around, only catching the briefest hint of a tall man in a white suit. Then the world began to distort for Jaune, as though his perception was a glass pane and someone had punched it. The Knight felt a pulling sensation in his naval and the next thing he knew, his vision had cleared -
BLEARGH!
Only to be replaced with the sounds of retching and vomit splashing onto the floor. Jaune wiped his mouth before shakily getting to his feet and looking up.
"Let's have a chat, little brother." Roman Torchwick said, a cigar hanging lopsided in his mouth.
(Scene Change)
(Undisclosed location in Atlas)
A lone man sat at large oak desk. The lighting was such that people could only see one thing on the desk: a chessboard. The man reached forward and moved two black pawns - his pawns - forward.
"Let the games begin."
End Scene. I've only got two things to say.
I have issued a challenge towards the bottom of my bio. Its a Code Geass Challenge, but I would very much love to see it done. Tell other writers you know to give it a try or you give it a try. PM me if you have any questions about it, or if you've decided to take it up.
I started a new fic. Go click on my username at the top of this story to read the first chapter. I need reviewers for it.
Aside from that, have fun, keep on reading and thank god volume 6 is out.
TheSaintsFollower, signing out.