AN: So, this is my first story. Despite my lack of experience I do have some hope. I've spent a few years reading a LOT of fics here. Most are downright awesome. Rwby was one of my favorite shows, but I'm sure if you're here, you would know why it's "was". I still love it, but not the directions it's taken. With the story or company. Reading about it makes me sad, so here's some absolutely ludicrous moments to fill your day :)
Of course, I hold no ownership of Rwby or affiliated properties, and none of any other referenced material.
Is this it? All that I have promised and given unto others is only for naught? Hard to guess from my standing. To be despised as the root of evil was never incorrect, but I nearly snapped over their worship of my "brother." To think, a fragment of myself was to be preferred. Not very kind of them. Should I return? My journey to Earth was long and ultimately unfulfilling, so I wouldn't mind. Maybe that absurd shadow war business is finally resolved. I remember my wrath spilling over at those two rascals. The situation was so much more emotionally driven than it should have been. Whatever the case, if it hasn't been fixed, it shall be. I alone am responsible for their problems and the actions of my fragment. Thus is the burden of a progenitor.
How such a contrast in my two attempts can exist is perhaps even beyond my reasoning. Having to abandon a remnant of my own soul in order to usher Earth's development was most likely one of my most prominent shortcomings. Earth itself was an oversight. I had the most brilliant idea to live among them for a time. Most literally the worst period of my celestial life. It only took 18 years for my host to awaken and annihilate them out of sheer frustration. Staying there was not without its benefits however. I gained a sense of self and even developed humorous aspects. I could be described as a bit mad or insane, but it's all in good fun for myself and those around. I think that when I return to Remnant, I shall live with the people again, so that I may understand their advancements from a closer perspective. Hopefully, things will be better than on Earth.
Here we are now, floating through space. It's peculiar for any life form to experience, but nothing short of pure peace. As long as you don't have to breathe. "Well, My mood has somewhat improved as I went over these events, so maybe I ought to go," I said, thinking on what exactly to do when I arrived at my long lost people. So I decided to just do it. I willed myself back to Remnant and I was there in a time no mortal would ever be able to perceive. Now, where to start in this world? I personally liked Atlas and Mistral, but I believe Ozma was somewhere in Vale? I thought about it, and there I was, standing in the streets of vale.
Now, I can tell you, me showing up with a 18 meter tall purple flame body, glowing red eyes, and big horns is not good for an incognito operation such as this. Instead, I chose a look similar to my former time as a human, but different enough to fit the more colorful elements of Remnant. A fair skinned 6'3" male with violet eyes that had a gold ring near the iris. Not overly muscular, but lean, as is more befitting a warrior not a bodybuilder. As far as clothes went, I decided on a look I fancied in earlier years. I had black combat boots, black jeans, a "Ride the Lightning" shirt, and a leather jacket reminiscent of my mortal hobby of motorcycles. Fashion aside, I ought to find a spot to retreat so I can do a sealing. I would prefer myself to reveal gradually, as my mortal soul and psyche are still mending and combining with my own godly essence. I wonder what that idiot will do with himself? It brought a smile to my face thinking of it. My "host" or "vessel" was very…interesting. I thought it a great fit for him and I here, and I can't wait to foresee it. I just needed to find a good family for him….
What. The. Fuck. What in the actual hell is happening? I can't remember anything past losing myself to my music. It was just blacked out, like the 2.3 trillion America "lost" on 9/10 that one year. One moment, I was singing "Fade to Black" like any good rebelling teen should, and the next I'm here. Wait a minute…I'm alive. I looked up at the bright lights blinding me. Only a second later I realized that light was someone. A woman in fact, with beautiful golden hair and eyes like the depths of a blue sky. Ah shit, am I in heaven?
Turns out I wasn't, it was Juniper Arc. Arguably better I suppose. As I came to understand, I was a baby. I grew up with the Arcs in a show I remember fondly called RWBY.I mostly enjoyed the fanfics because the show started to fall apart. I did like the characters, especially Jauney boy. Just as goofy as I thought. Not to mention the absurd life his sisters led. Thankfully, I was able to avoid wearing a dress or having a makeover. Jaune was not as lucky. Hell, I even convinced Jaune's dad (our dad?)Nicholas to train us. Somehow, he seemed to be more welcoming with the idea than what I remember. Jaune (surprise) excelled at longsword fighting, and he soon incorporated a shield. I found that with his aura, that shield was a nerf. He could be a monster if he wanted to be, he even trained in a dual wielding style for a while. I however was a bit trickier. I could be dastardly with nearly all swords, but I also enjoyed handguns. Usually magnums like a colt python. Maybe I could make some guns from a game called "Destine." Those were some killer cannons. Oh, that doesn't cover my wicked episode with chain kunai and kamas. I looked and felt like some fighting game character. That aside, I hope Jaune and I can enter beacon one day, because that's where all the fun begins. Come to think of it, I'm a little different than I remember. I had deep purple eyes with a gold ring instead of blue, and I was the only one in my new family with jet black hair. I also seemed to be really flexible and way faster than I remember being. Not to mention, I kind of blow up our house from time to time. Eh, it happens. Kids will be kids. It was Saphron's fault for walking in on me. God I missed being part of a know, I shared a very passionate hobby with Jaune as well. We were musicians. I was a killer with nearly every instrument and an amazing vocalist. Jaune however took a couple years to develop. Even so, his guitar skills eventually pared with mine, along with his own vocal training. Making music and performing it made this small town of Ansel a little more special for me, even if all the songs I "wrote" were nearly all from my previous world. Thus, here I am, 17 with my brother, planning a going away for the bright halls of beacon.
"Jaune, I'll be honest here, you can have Crocea Mors, I can just keep my own stuff on me. I made them for a reason dude. Plus, you're like a menace to society with that thing, it would only serve you well. I know I'm technically like a minute older, but it doesn't matter."
"You know what Kade, fine, but you have to throw a noise bomb into our sister's rooms before we leave. That's the deal."
"Damn Jaune, who's the psycho now? Still upset about the dresses?"
"You know it is. Plus all that other stuff, I just want some sweet revenge."
"I feel you man, alright here goes nothing then. Make sure the bikes are ready, and try not to die laughing."
"I can't just go and make impossible promises like that brother, you know, Arc's word and everything."
"You bastard"
AN: Howdy. It's not the longest of chapters compared to some of the stories I've read, but I think it's a good start. I've upped the snark a bit with Jaune due to his actually being able to back it now. He's a baller with a baller brother. This story might seem a little all over the place, so please, review! I'm really looking for advice on what folks might be wanting to see. I do have a lot of great ideas on where to take this. This took me like 5 versions and a few months of practice/brainstorming. The upload schedule might be a little irregular, but I would expect the next episode within a 3 week span (more or less). I just want to say thank you, RWBY's community, especially the fics here, are really cool. Till next time.