"Never woulda thought the Grim Reaper would be a fan of RWBY." I deadpanned. "You got a scythe with some gun attached, and your clothes are way different than what the books describe. Your 'room' has posters of 'em too!"

The room itself is light grey with various posters of Team RWBY, some together, others by themselves. I'm laying down on a black couch near the guy, who's sitting on his wheely chair currently piling up stacks of papers to the side.

Hey there, I know that this is out of context... But to sum it all up, I died. Now I'm hanging out with a die-hard fan of RWBY, Death himself.

Death's outfit has two layers of a jacket, one bigger than the other. He has black baggy pants on-wait is he actually wearing jordans?! "Pretty much."

I yawned. "So, what's the agenda? Are you gonna ask me who's the best girl out of Team RWBY?"

"You're damn right I'm gonna ask you that." Death answered. "Now tell me, truly a loyal man like yourself should know who's best girl!"

"Am I going straight to Hell if I answer incorrectly?" I asked.

"No. I just wanna hear your opinion." He replied.

"Alright, 'cause I was gonna say Ruby since..." I pointed at the number of posters around, Ruby being the main girl.

"What? She's still a kid."

"Technically everyone is beside the second years and the villains during Volume's 1-3," I corrected.

"...Fair point."

"Hm..." I scratched my non-existing hair. "Honestly? Weiss."

Death raised a brow. "Why's that?"

"Isn't it obvious? It's her Schnees...!" I let a manly tear out with pride, clenching my fist.

The grim reaper put one hand on my shoulder, joining me. "You're not wrong..." He swiped off an imaginary tear out. "Okay, but seriously. Answer me, man!"

I grinned. "Okay, okay." I fixed my throat before making a speech. "Her backstory makes me wanna help her! I wanna be by her side! Her theme songs' lyrics display how much she went through! She's trying to rebel against her Sonnuva' bitch of a father! I love her with my heart!"

"That's! How much I'm loyal to best girl!" I let out a deep breath, Death literally stood there in shock.

"Well shit," Death clapped his glove hands together. "Amen man, amen. Thanks for giving me your answer."

"I'm curious, was that question supposed to be important?" I asked nervously. "I mean..."

"For fun." He said. "Not important to really change something. I just like discussing RWBY with others. Except those who talk shit about my waifu..."

Aaaaand he's a weeb... God I hoped he wasn't a weeb.

"Then... Who's your 'waifu'?"

"Yang."

"Stop lying!" I shouted. "You don't have any posters about herself!"

"Okay damn..." Death raised both his arms up. "Didn't expect that reaction at all... It's Cinder."

I raised a brow. "And you told me about staying loyal... Yeah, it's Ruby isn't it?"

"What? No..."

"YOU HAVE HER SYMBOL ON A FRAMED PICTURE RIGHT THERE!" I pointed across the rose logo behind him.

"Shit, I should've hidden it somewhere..." Death looked down embarrassingly. "Uh..."

"I'm not gonna call you out for it, questionable since you're an immortal death bringer. But I won't comment." I look at my hands and frown. "Hey, Death...?"

"What's up?"

"I'm dead yeah?" He nodded. "I should feel depressed, mourning that I won't go back to my family ever again. I miss them right now. Yet, here you are, cheering me up with a question like that."

The reaper smiled. "I didn't want to kill the mood for you, it's better if you hadn't broken down." He said.

"Mh... I'm kinda feeling that, but I'm okay. Somewhat." I sat back down. "Alright. What's the call, Death?"

Death frowned. "Well, I have some good news and bad news."

"What's the good news?" I asked.

"The good news is that you'll be reincarnated."

"Oh, that sounds awesome! And the bad?"

"...Your body is unrecoverable." Death replied. "I can't bring it back, the nuke's radiation slowly dismembered your body before I could grab it in time. What made it worse was the explosion."

"I figured..." I muttered depressingly. "That's what happens when two countries get into a war with each other."

Death could only shrug. "So, let's get the reincarnation out first."

I nodded. "What's your solution then."

"I dunno if you're gonna like this..." Death frowned. "But have you heard of Soul Transfer?"

"Something about switching someone's body with another person's soul?" I replied.

"Yep."

"And who's body am I going to switch out?" I asked.

"..."

"Death? You good?"

"It's Jaune..." He raised his head. "You'll replace Jaune Arc."

Then, my body froze, my breath shaking.

"Believe me, I don't like the sound of it too..." He said.

I shook my head. "No, I'm not going to become Jaune Arc!" I said. "Sure he sucked because of no training 'n all, but I can't just do that to him! He grows and becomes better in time, he's a kid."

"So what do you suggest?" Death asked. "Because I couldn't think of anything at the time, so I'm all ears!"

"You said that you'd place my soul inside of someone's body, pretty much switching right?" I said, he nodded. "Then, how about this? Give me the ability to switch with each other, instead of taking his soul out. Think of it as a Soul Switcheroo, without taking someone out of the picture?"

"Soul Switcheroo, huh? Yeah, that sounds like a much better option." Death sighed in relief. "Alright, I'll do just that when we're done with handing your new power and how this switch ability works."

"New power? I thought it was just gonna be switching souls and poof? We're done?"

"Not really, we usually hand them out a random power with reincarnation. Some tend to have ultimate luck, others get not so overpowered stuff. The usual." He answered. "With your situation, we'll give you something to back up since you're gonna be stuck with Jaune for a long time before we make you a new body."

"Wait, wouldn't that defeat the purpose of-?"

"We said a long time, so don't think about it for now. It's gonna be hard building a body just for you and that power." Death interrupted.

That sounds cool I guess, sucks that I won't get one for a while huh? Ah well, I'm fine without a new body...for now that is. "And my power?"

"Dude, it sounds cool trust me man." He grinned. "It's called Dark Flames-"

I stood up and put my hand on the doorknob.

"Wait! Where are you going!?"

"Oh, I am not gonna be a chuunibyou!" I said. "Dark Flames? Man, that's every kid's dream of having!"

"Hey don't disrespect it! Oi!" He coughed. "How about Darkness Filled with Flames?"

"That's just a longer version!"

"Please! Please! Please! It involves the switcheroo ability!"

I stopped and sighed. "Fine..." I scratched my head. "What about it?"

"Alright. The way it's gonna work is, whenever you switch with Jaune, his hair will turn black as you had before. His clothes will likely be black or white, depends honestly what he's wearing." Death brings up a finger. "However, a tattoo from the Dark flames will rise until your right eye, making your own aura dark purple. From there, you'll wield a greatsword made from your own soul. Oh, you can also project your soul so that only Jaune can see you. You'll also have a mind of your own so he won't know what you're thinking."

"...Alright, I'll admit. That does sound badass." I let out an impressed face. "Wait... Am I supposed to be his inner shadow? 'Cause I'm getting that black cool hero darkness vibe from this, including the whole project yourself part. Hold on, isn't this how the Dark Knight job in Final Fantasy works?"

"I knew you'd recognize it." He smirked. "And not really...? Whatever, what do you think?"

"Yeah, I can dig with this. Dark flames sounds like an awesome power having..." I admitted. "Plus I can imagine how cool it'd be in a dramatic scenario and boom! I am here!"

"Right?!" Death raised his fist. "So, you're good with everything?"

"Mhm. I'm ready to go ahead and start this damn thing." I said before Death could stamp on the paper. "Wait!"

"What?"

"In RWBY's timeline, from what age am I going to be transferred in his body?" I asked. "Like is 1 year before Volume 1? 2? 3? 4? Etc?"

"Oh nohohohohoho..." Death grinned. "You're gonna get Jaune to Signal Academy."

"Signal Academy... That would mean- you sneaky bastard..." I stared at his face with a smile that looked ready to choke him. "I'm gonna have to deal with a 13-year-old Jaune, huh? 4 years of Signal down the line?"

"Yessir."

"Bring it, I'll accept your challenge," I smirked. "I'm down to helping Jaune becoming a badass! Oh and when you're watching us, wait until Jaune wipes the floor with Cinder. Just you wait!"

"If he does win, then I'll happily owe you a favor." Death smiled deviously, he stamped on the paper in front of him. "Oh yeah, what are you gonna name yourself?"

Feeling my spirit body being pulled away slowly, I gave him a smirk. "I'll call myself... Siegfried." I answered, giving him a two-finger salute after disappearing.

"Siegfried..." Death muttered. "Wasn't that one of his character's name in Final Fantasy XIV-?! Oh, he totally wanted to name himself that! Cheeky dude!"

He smiled. "Well, I can't wait to see what changes you make for RWBY."

A wooden house is surrounded by a forest. The nameplate in front of a door inside is labeled "Mom and Dad's" room. The door opens to reveal three people, one arguing while the other looks down.

"Jaune, you don't have to be a huntsmen." A blond motherly figure said. "You're young sweetie!"

"But I always dreamed of being a huntsmen!" Jaune argued. "Why won't you let me?!"

"Jaune, it's for your safety." His father said. "It's dangerous!"

"What do I do then?! I wanna help people!" He started crying. "I hate you!" With that, he barged right out of their rooms and closed his door aggressively.

"Jaune!" His mother gasped. "You come back here right now Mister!"

"No, honey... Let him calm down..." He said.

"Mommy, why is Jaune crying!" One of his sisters opened the door, a worried look written all over. "He didn't do anything wrong..."

"No, he didn't..." Johnathon Arc said. "Shouldn't it be your bedtime?"

"Yeah..." She slumped the moment John picked her up. "I hope he'll be okay."

"He will be, he's strong..."

I woke up and noticed my surrounding. Or well, inside the kid's body that is. The moment I did, I felt his emotions overwhelming him. Sadness, anger...

Well, looks like the fan's theories were true about his parents being against his choice of being a huntsmen. Dunno about his sisters though, probably the same way. 'Cause their children 'n all.

From what I can tell spectating Jaune, looks like he's letting out all his tears dampening his favorite sweater.

"Why doesn't Mom and Dad let me do what I want? There are still months away from attending Signal. I wanna become a huntsmen like him! I want to prove to them that I can...! Mom was always worried about me, whenever I get a booboo, a scratch, anything. Dad doesn't even want to help me train to become a huntsmen when he was one before..." Jaune looked down. "I want to protect my family from those Grimms, I..."

Damn, he really did have a rough time with his parents denying him of his dream becoming true. Makes sense because he got those fake transcripts without proper training, most likely ran away from home. Ah-ha... Running away from family, it really be like that huh?

Hmm... Should I go ahead and introduce myself out of the blue? Maybe, but I'll need to look de-aged. Death never mentioned making myself look different when I project myself, so maybe...

"I can't do anything..." He was about to leave until a voice entered his ear.

"Yes, you can! Just... Do it! Make your dreams come true!" A voice somewhat deeper than his made Jaune glance behind him. "Who am I kidding? You wouldn't get that reference anyway."

Jaune's eyes widened as he noticed someone who looks familiar. It was like looking at a double, except he has black hair with instead. "W-What...?"

"Hi!" The black-haired boy waved. "Nice to meet you Jaune!"

From there, Jaune was about to scream before the stranger covered his mouth with his hand. "Don't yell! Please! I'm not gonna hurt you!" He said in a hushed tone. "If you promise me that you won't call your parents, I'll tell you all about me."

"P-P?"

"Hm?" He let his hand out, Jaune gulped and pointed at the figure.

"Pinky promise?" The blond kid repeated.

"Pinky promise." He nodded, the two proceeded to do the pinky promise. Even though it made the situation lighter, he still felt Jaune's nervousness around him.

"So... Who are you?" Jaune asked.

The stranger smiled. "I'm glad you asked, Jaune. To put it short and simple. I'm your other half, a different soul merged into your body." He answered. "And no, I'm not gonna try and possess you. That's all up to you, I'll only do it when necessary though."

"Um... Wait! It's like from that two souls in one book! One of my older sis read that book before. I thought it was boring..." Jaune said. "Nice to meet you then stranger, what's your name?"

"Siegfried, but you can call me Sieg for short." Sieg replied with a smile. "Sorry if you're getting the creeps. I didn't wanna scare you little bro."

"L-Little?"

"Yep, I guess you could say that I'm technically your older brother." He rubbed his hair back sheepishly. "Nice to meet you too Jaune."

"Y-You're my big bro...?" Jaune silently giggled. "I never had an older brother before!"

"Heh, yeah..." Sieg nervously grinned. The two remained quiet from one another, one trying to take this all in while the other looks at the moon. "Jaune, I have a question."

The young boy raised his head. "What is it, big bro?"

"What's wrong?" He asked softly. "I can feel that you're sad, you can tell me what's up. I'm here for ya."

"Ah..." Jaune looked down again. "I told my Mom and Dad that I wanted to be a... No, never mind. Maybe they were right."

Sieg sat down near Jaune, giving him a warm smile. "Come on, I won't laugh. Promise." He said. "Wanna do the pinky promise again? You know, 'cause I keep my word."

Jaune laughed a bit, he took a deep breath. "...I want to become a huntsmen. Someone who could protect my sisters, Mom, Dad, everybody..."

"That's a big dream, little bro." Sieg commented Jaune, who waited for him to give him the truth. "But are you sure?"

"...W-What?"

"Positive? Absolutely determined to help?" Sieg asked, making the kid confused. "I won't tell you that you can't do it, but I also can't tell you that you can. Because that's all up to you if you're willing to commit to this dream. Do you wanna stand up and be firm about your choice? After all, you're gonna have to train hard to achieve it. It'll get rough from there... So, what's it going to be little bro?"

Jaune closed his eyes, raising his head giving Sieg a face that says he's ready. "I want to become a huntsmen..."

Sieg smirked. "What's that? What did you want to become?"

"I want to become a huntsmen! A hero! I wanna get better, to protect friends, family, everyone!" He shouted with all his might.

"And how are you going to do that?!" Sieg yelled back.

"By studying! Training!" Jaune answered with a higher voice. "So that I can get into Signal Academy!"

"That's the spirit!" Sieg grinned. "For now, go ahead and get some rest. I'll wake up you tomorrow morning, we got lots of stuff to plan."

Jaune smiled, he tried to hug Sieg but he went through him. "Oh."

"Right, it's part of being a spirit." Sieg facepalmed.

He nervously chuckled. "Thanks, big bro... I won't disappoint you."

Sieg smiled. "Tell me thanks after we get you trained up and ready to attend Signal Academy." He said. "Anyway, I have to go now. Later little bro."

With that, Sieg vanished from thin air. Jaune's smile widened, meeting his older brother who goes to support him, offering to help him even though they just met. "Someone who believes me... Thank you Sieg." He said.

"Jaune! It's time you go to sleep, where are you?!"

He nervously chuckled. "I'm coming!"

Sieg reappeared from behind, leaving a satisfied sigh when Jaune went back inside. "Well that was quick, then again, Jaune would've been nice and naive like before." He said. "Still, being called big bro... Heh. That makes me feel rather flustered honestly."