Hiyo, Kanashiiro again. I hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter, now that the next chapter has come out as well. For now it'll be character introductions, especially the OC since he's a new element in the rwby universe. So kind have to test the waters with him. He has some added personality in this revamp , so let me know what you think of him and stuff. Happy reading btdubs.

Twisted Grimm, Chapter two: Friends all around

(Afternoon, Beacon Academy auditorium)

Beacon Academy was truly a sight to behold. Everything and everywhere around Beacon was something out a fairytale. Even the restrooms looked too clean to spoil. Much to Sora's reluctance, and absolute fright when the toilet flushed itself. It goes to show that they wanted their students to feel privileged and honored for attending Beacon academy

The opening ceremony took place in a colossal dome-like structure. An elevated stage was situated at the farthest corner from the entrance. It appeared to be some sort of auditorium of

Sora walked with only his shadow to keep him company, after all he doesn't know anyone here. He sighed to himself before finding an empty space in the crowd. Everyone was chatting with one another like they've known each other for years. Sora wanted to be left alone to his thoughts, but he wanted to make friends as well. He looked down and nervously drew circles on the floor with his foot.

His confidence vanishes rather quickly when it comes to people. Fighting Grimm. That's a different story. That's talking with your fists.

Sora allowed his imagination to run while as he daydreamed about him fighting a powerful Grimm in front of the entire school and all of a sudden everyone thinks he's the coolest guy ever and they all want to be his friends. Unfortunately, that was only wishful thinking. No way would a Grimm pop up in the school without being ripped to shreds by the upperclassmen. He'd probably show up fast enough to clean up the mess.

Sora's gloom darkened him enough that it would be possible to grow mushrooms on him. His arms dangled lifelessly and back arched forward, giving the impression of a depressed zombie. From the crowd, one compassionate soul stepped towards to see how he was doing.

"H-Hey, are you okay?" A concerned male voice called out to him, almost familiar. This startled Sora to a great measure, he jumped a whole foot back and readied into a kung fu crane stance. This caused a few bystanders to giggle. It also caught the male hunter off guard. He proceeded to shield his face with his hands in case of an oncoming attack. Sora didn't expect a stranger to sneak up on him, he was also trained to instinctively assume the stance in a heartbeat.

"Whoa, easy there buddy!" The male student spoke in a frighten tone. Slowly inching away, wanting to avoid unnecessary conflict. Not that it was intended. Sora eased up when he realized who spoke to him.

The voice belonged to the guy that poured his stomach out on the ship. Vomit boy, was it? No, no one in the right mind would name their son that.

What stood before him was a guy with messy blond hair and dark blue eyes in some rather casual clothes with armor plating over it. Along his waist was a simple sword in its sheath. Sora picked up on the clues that the sheath isn't just there to carry the sword. What he can decipher is that he grew a small amount of respect for the misfortunate blonde for sticking to the classics. Much like Sora with his plated gloves. Best of all, he has some black pumped up kicks that looked so fly that Sora wished he had a pair for himself.

"Uh...alittle elbow room please..." The blonde guy pleaded uncomfortably. Sora snapped out of it when he noticed he was nearly face to face with the blonde swordsman, like he was about to kiss him. Sora took a step back after blinking away his daze and returned to his comfort zone. Much the blonde's relief. They simultaneously rubbed the back of their heads sheepishly. The swordsman laughing off the awkwardness with little success. While Sora averted his eyes to the floor with a light blush from embarrassment.

"How bout we start out as friends before skipping some bases, sounds cool?" The blonde swordsman joked with a smile that suited him most.

Sora's eyes widen to its full extent. Absolutely stunned what the blonde male had suggested to him. To be friends. As in friends that hang out with each other, make inappropriate jokes, and see who has the loudest burp?! That type of friendship that his father told him so much about? Someone had answered his wish and had really given him someone that will befriend him. It was more than a miracle for him. Oddly enough, Sora pointed at himself and the blonde guy with an index finger, altering his direction between the two of them. Trying to confirm if he meant him, and just him.

The swordsman laughed lightly at Sora's antics. "Of course I mean you, who else would I be talking to?" The response he so desperately awaited for was accompanied with a nod. Another friend. He's just making them left and right. That's makes a count of two.

The swordsman stuck out his hand to Sora in order to shake hands. "The name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue ladies-!" Jaune's sudden pause made Sora tilt his head. The blonde male now known as Jaune said it like he's practiced this greeting many times, judging by the confidence. So the halt in his voice threw him off. Sora would have to agree though, it did all that.

"-well, uh...hopefully the ladies will love it." Jaune said with a torn pride. Sora gave a thumbs up to cheer on Jaune and proceed to shake his hand with hidden glee, but could not contain it as he shook his hand vigorously.

When their hands separated, Jaune rubbed the hand he shook with. Sora doesn't know his own strength half the time. Sora caught on and had a visible frown, he bowed his head in apology to Jaune. He never wanted to hurt a friend, especially one he just met. That could scare them off.

"Oh, come on. It's no big deal." Jaune assured as he exercised his wrist a bit to show no real harm was done. Sora looked up at Jaune with unconvinced eyes. Still, it made him happy to know he was forgiven.

What was weird is when Jaune's hand remained red from the pain. His aura should have healed it up by now. Sora wanted to know the reason for his lack of aura usage, but that is none of his business to pry. It could be that Jaune is just low on aura right now. Perhaps he fought his way to Beacon Academy through the Forever Fall against the Grimm. Much like how Sora did on his way to Vale. It can't be that he's never activated his aura yet. No hunter would ever make that mistake.

"So, what's your name?" Jaune asked curiously, still soothing his red hand. Sora returned to his stunned expression and pointed at himself, silently asking he was asking him. Jaune simply rolled his eyes in amusement and nodded again. 'And here I thought I was the awkward one.' Jaune thought to himself.

"Yes, you, the one with the spiky brown hair." Jaune assured with a smile still on his face.

Sora looked behind himself. Coincidentally, there was someone else with spiky brown hair. Much like his own. The spiky individual had a notable weapon, it looked like a sword, but then again it looked like some sort of giant key. People these days come up with the weirdest weapons.

Nonetheless, Sora proceeded to tap the guy on the shoulder to get his attention. The color from Jaune's face drained from Sora's action. Sora succeeded in getting the fellow student's attention, he turned to face the two with a wondering expression. "Yes?" He replied.

Sora pointed behind himself with a thumb towards Jaune, indicating that he meant for the key-bearer to talk to Jaune. The spiky student leaned to the side to look at Jaune, whose face seemed to have been drained of color.. "Yes?" This time he was speaking to Jaune.

"I-I'm sorry...it's just tha...I didn't mean, he just...No! What I meant to say-! I was trying to say..." Jaune was lost for words at the moment, he kept stuttering and leaving his sentences unfinished. It actually started to get Sora a little worried for his blonde friend. Maybe he doesn't have good social skills. Like he's one the talk though.

After so many incoherent attempts to make the right words come out of his mouth, Jaune finally gave up and dropped his head in defeat. "Y'know what, never mind. Sorry to bother you." Jaune said as he turned away.

Sora and the fellow spiky student just gave each other a questioning look before shrugging and turning different ways. Sora went up to Jaune and gave him a comforting pat on the back as if that whole ordeal wasn't his fault.

Jaune figured that communicating with his new friend would be difficult. But he didn't know it'd be this bad.

"Okay, listen closely." Jaune spoke in a careful tone. Sora nodded.

"I want-" Jaune gestured to himself.

"you to-" Jaune pointed at Sora. Bits and pieces adding up.

"to tell me-" Again Jaune gestured to himself. Making sure Sora was listening.

"your name." Jaune finished, pointing at Sora. Sora mimicked Jaune's gesture..

"You and only you. No one else. My friend, your name." Jaune emphasized each word, like he was talking to a child.

A silent 'Ooooh' escaped Sora's lips. Also a little happy that Jaune called him his friend again. Jaune could have held up a big neon sign, and he still wouldn't be able to fully comprehend what he asked. Sora bowed his head in an apology, hoping his friend would forgive him again. Jaune accepted the apology with a dismissive hand gesture.

Sora cleared his throat in preparation to introduce himself formally. Only to interrupted by a much louder voice that echoed through the auditorium.

Sora's sight trailed to the origin of the voice. On stage, where everyone now gave their undivided attention to, was a Professor Ozpin in front of a microphone and Glynda Goodwitch accompanying him. Sora immediately forgot what he was going to say before and tuned in as Jaune did the same.

"Ahem...I'll keep this brief." Ozpin began while adjusting his dark glasses.

"You have travelled here today in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people." Sora nodded, taking in all what Ozpin was saying. The students began to puff out their chests in pride and hold their head up high. All mentally agreeing that they all came here on the simple whim that all huntsmen and huntresses must swear to uphold.

"But I look amongst you and all I see is wasted energy." Ozpin gaze became fixated onto Jaune, judging him almost. Jaune looked away from the Ozpin's piercing gaze that dug deep into his heart. Even though it may have not been directed to him, that didn't make the words hurt any less.

Sora caught on and placed a hand on Jaune's shoulder. Trying to cheer up him up. Though Sora was ignorant to the direction of Ozpin's stare, more focused on comforting his friend at the moment. Jaune stood straight, his vigor returning slightly from Sora's concern.

It was there for a split second, in his eyes. Sora saw it. There was a spark in Jaune's eyes. Something more meaningful than a trained swordsman could ever hope to have. The purest of hearts.

Little did they both know, a pair of of vivid green eyes concentrated on both of them from a distance. Before it was set onto only Jaune, from interest and curiosity. For Sora, it was a whole other motive.

"In need of purpose, direction." Now Ozpin have shifted his line of sight onto Sora, which he was quick to feel the new presence of anxiety. Sora let go of Jaune and looked the Professor directly. That wasn't a fluke. It's not surprising that Ozpin knows his students well. It's just how piercing his words can be and know who to direct to it to have the most influence on. Although Sora's stoic expression remains unfazed, he could feel himself slowly starting to break into a frown. Sora wanted to do the same as Jaune, just look away. But he knew if he did that, he'd lose to Ozpin trying to get under his skin. So Sora forced himself to stare back, no matter how straining it was.

"You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far." That statement is indeed held true. For this was now directed to a certain white heiress. As Ozpin's gaze fell onto her. Hitting close to home seems to be a natural interaction for Ozpin. Her 'perfect' expression held a hint of a glare to their headmaster.

"It is up to you to make the first step." Ozpin now finished before leaving without so much as a farewell. While the last thing he said was for everyone to feel some type of motivation to, some students couldn't help but begin to doubt themselves just a little. Jaune shared that mutual feeling in secrecy.

The young girl in red from the explosion incident merely nodded to the last thing Ozpin had to say. As if that whole speech was more of a conversation between Ozpin and the red huntress-in-training.

Glynda Goodwitch stepped up to the microphone to speak. "You will gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow your initiation begins."

Well, looks like this academy runs for the sake of expedite. It's not even been a day, and they are already being tested on the next day. A test that means, whether they are allowed to stay and attend this school and one simple mistake could mean that losing their career as a hunter will be the last of their worries. Sora couldn't help but feel the fire of excitement ignite in his chest. He was prepared for this.

"Be ready. You are dismissed." Glynda ended the opening ceremony on a much lighter note. At least it was so type of farewell, unlike Ozpin. It came from the heart, to say the least. He's obviously held some emotion into it and know exactly what he was saying. It was cruel, but what he said was nothing but the truth. The students began to talk amongst themselves, either full of hope or hesitation. Though everyone was surely discussing about the initiation they will tasked with tomorrow.

"Well, they really know how to roll out the welcome wagon." Jaune attempted to joke is nervousness away. Sora nodded in agreement. They stood there in an awkward silence for a while before Jaune spoke up. "Well, I'll be seeing you then. There's a certain snow angel over there that seems to have the hots for me. Wish me luck." With that, Jaune left on a confident stride. Leaving Sora alone, giving his blonde friend a slow wave goodbye. Now he's alone. Again.

Before Sora could even think about turning away, his eyes abruptly widen to a realization. He completely forgot during the whole speech. Sora cursed himself for being so stupid. It was something he's yet to do, and it was something important.

Jaune felt a large pressure in his hand, threatening to crush every single bone. He let out an unmanly cry before turning to face his attacker, as he also tried to pull his hand away from the inhuman strong grip. Only to calm down as soon as he saw that it was none other than his friend just a second ago.

"Do you need something?" Jaune asked thoughtfully.

... "Sora." That's his name.

(Night, Beacon Academy ballroom)

Every first year student was now situated at the ballroom of Beacon, provided with a sleeping bag from the academy. Rows of students already comfortably snuggling inside their sleeping bags, getting in some early resting for tomorrow. For tomorrow will be the event that will deem them as honorary hunters, in training that is. Some students were still up, most of them were talking among their peers, but made sure to be courteous enough to keep their voices down.

Sora exited the restroom in his sleeping attire, which was just a pair of brown shorts. Exposing his more than toned muscular body, with scars scattered across his front, back, and arms. There wasn't a spot on him at that didn't have at least one scar. Easily displaying that he's been in more than one inconvenient situation than most people.

He scratched the back of his head in slight irritation as he could not fathom the reason why he was ushered into the restroom so forcefully by his fellow first years. All he was trying to do was strip into something more comfortable for sleeping in the middle of the ballroom. What makes the difference if it's there or in the restroom?

Sora failed to notice the little leers he was getting from both genders, one half liking what they saw, and the other half comparing themselves with envy. He was just walking around with a provided sleeping bag in hand, looking for a spot to settle without interrupting anyone of their sleep. A few girls gave him an inviting pat on the empty floor next to them. Sora would have taken them up on their offer if it wasn't for the fact that the male students next to them that gave him the evil eye. If he wasn't welcomed by all, he'll just have to find it elsewhere.

Sora sighed. After minutes of trying to find a good spot to sleep, there just weren't any for him.

Honestly, Sora didn't know how to act around girls. There weren't many girls in his village around his age. They were either much older or younger than him. So as far as relations would go, he was either a son or an older brother. That being said, he has zero experience with girls.

After nearly an hour of searching, Sora had found a place to set his sleeping bag without disturbing anyone. He snuggled up into the sleeping bag and allowed the exhaustion to carry him into slumber. He didn't really do much today, but it was still nice to have some relaxation. It's like his father always tells him; the early worm catches the bird off guard. Or something along the lines of that.

"Move." Sora's eyes flung open to a voice that was cold enough to freeze the warmth inside his sleeping bag. He turned to his side to see a familiar irritated face that belonged to the girl in white from before , glaring daggers at him.

Sora blinked a few time before he wiggled his way closer to her in a caterpillar-like motion. She did not say in which direction. Her eyes narrowed and her teeth gritted from her personal space being invaded by someone she detests. The distance between them were now only inches away.

Sora saw this is a great opportunity to make another friend, so he didn't get the memo that she'd rather not have him around. Even as she began to hit his chest with her fist. It didn't bother him one bit. If anything, she needs to bulk up a bit.

Before he could even think about starting a conversation with the feisty girl, one obstacle stood in his way. She didn't know his name. And vice versa. After all, they did meet under an unfavorable circumstance. It'd be best for them to make up and try to meet on common grounds..

"Sora." Sora began abruptly, pointing at himself. Weiss had not expected this introduction as she ceased her attack on Sora, and gave him a quizzical look. Here she thought he was just trying to get under her skin again, even though that wasn't his intention, she could at least deduce that he meant no harm.

The pale girl huffed in annoyance and turned onto her other side, refusing to look at him any longer. Sora frowns as a result. "Hmph, like I care." She spoke with arrogance in her voice like it meant something if she did acknowledge him. Weiss decided to just pretend he wasn't there.

The girl attempted to drift off into sleep, though the dejected Sora gave off a gloomy atmosphere.. She refused to let it get to her, but it slowly began pull on her heartstrings. It was a small amount of guilt, but it was effective. Sora never took his eyes off of her. He concentrated on the back of her head, hoping she'd turn around to face him..

Seeing that she may not win this mental battle between herself and her agitator she now knows as Sora. She turned over to the side to face Sora, much to his relief.

"You should already know my name anyway." She whispered angrily. For most people this would be true, but Sora isn't most people. So he didn't have the foggiest idea on what she would be implying. Sora only continued to stare into her eyes, awaiting for her to introduce herself properly.

By the second, growing more frustrated with Sora by his unrelenting stare. She sighed in defeat, pinching the bridge of nose to soothe tense face.

"It's Weiss Schnee." She spoke quickly before turning over once again, breaking all sorts of contact with him. He didn't mind, at least she got to formally introduce herself. Sora concluded that she might be harsh, but that doesn't entitle to her being a harsh person.

"White Snow." Sora translated. That earned him a forceful kick to the chest by Weiss. He felt that one. Legs are stronger than arms after all, about three times stronger. His coughs were a mix of pain and amusement. He rolled onto his back, nursing his chest by rubbing it. That hurt, but he'll consider that a term of familiarity.

At least he can rest easy now, even if it's self-proclaimed, he has made another friend.

(Morning, Beacon Academy ballroom)

Today is the day. Initiation, this will his first step in becoming a full fledged hunters. Sora is confident that Beacon academy will be sure to throw everything they can at them. That just means he'll have to be ready for anything.

As students began readying themselves for a start of a new day, especially a day such as this one. Sora took this time to also mentally prepare with some light meditation, trying to calm his mind. However, it was considerably difficult with all the background noise shattering his concentration.

"Wake up, lazy butt!" The voice belonged to a girl who appeared to be zipping in and out of reality around her sleeping male friend, whom reluctantly risen from his sleeping bag with a sigh. His expression said it all, yet another morning with her. Sora wondered how that guy was able to put up with her.

Years of patience and tolerance, that's how.

Sora rolled up his sleeping bag and put his clothes back on. Show's over, but it was nice while it lasted. He returned the sleeping bag to the instructors and bowed in respect to them for lending it to him.

Lazybutt was ushered into the boy's washroom with the chipper girl pushing him from behind. Once they were inside, a collection of unmanly screams could be heard. None of them belonging to the intruding girl. A small parade of male students began to run out of the washroom in nothing but their towels to cover their shame. Some still with shampoo in their hair. It only got worse when fellow students began to take hysterical pictures of the scene with their Scrolls.

(Morning, Beacon Academy cafeteria)

It was time for the most important meal of the day, that being breakfast, and the cafeteria was currently serving pancakes for the students. The problem was when they told Sora that he can 'help himself' to some pancakes. See, some is a relative term, there's no exact quantity to some.

What that means is there was a huge stack of pancakes, making its way through the hungry crowd. They tried to stop him, but he kept repeating what they said to him. Each time he repeated himself, his words grew more threatening. No one messes with a man and his pancakes.

When he sat himself down with his tower of pancakes on a single plate, Sora had to stand up on the table in order to apply syrup to his breakfast tower. Nearby students took caution and put as much distance away from Sora, in fear that his tower might come crashing down. It wasn't the most stable stack of food.

Sora licked his lips in anticipation, he is going to destroy these pancakes. So everyone steer clear and get ready to duck for cover. He threw away the fork and knife as easily as he throws caution in the wind and was going to devour his breakfast, bareknuckle brawling style.

"What?! What do you mean you're short on pancakes?" Uh oh. There's no mistaking, that belonged to the chipper girl from before. She must also be a pancake lover like Sora is.

With that in mind, he now has a decision to make. Eat the pancakes as fast as he can and act like nothing happened or do the right thing and hide the pancakes in his stomach. Both sound like a pretty good idea.

"Nora, calm down. It's not their fault. I'll make you some pancakes after initiation." Lazybutt was with her, and was trying to soothe his friend. The girl now known as Nora began to pout like a child.

"But Ren! I want more pancakes now! You know I've been waiting for this day!" For such a energetic girl, her day was instantly ruined by the lack of pancakes. Not that he can blame her.

"I can't make any now, we have initiation after this. You'll just have to be patie- what is that?" Lazy butt, now known as Ren halted mid sentence. The duo spotted the tower of pancakes in front of Sora. Their gazes simultaneously starting from the top, slowly working their way down to the bottom, only to see Sora with a forced amount of pancakes already in his mouth, staring back at them.

"Uh..." Sora uttered, stretching his voice for as long as he could stall.

"Ren, hold my pancakes." Nora surprisingly spoke in monotone. Ren obliged and held what was given to him. Their stack of pancakes was microscopic in comparison to Sora's pancake tower.

Nora began to approach Sora, effortlessly tossing a few people out of her way. She held an unreadable expression on her face. Sora couldn't tell if it held calm maturity or murderous intent.

In one fluid motion, Sora literally jumped out of his seat and grabbed a single pancake at the very top of his stack. While in mid air Sora tossed the syrupy pancake directly under Nora's foot. And just as planned, she slipped on it as she was about to take her next step and was propelled into the air as she let out an ungodly shriek.

It was like everything was moving in slow motion with some bad opera playing in the background.

Once Sora landed, he took this opportunity to grab his plate and rush past Ren, who was in the motion of attempting to catch his airborne friend. Sora made a beeline for the exit, unfortunately not all his pancakes could make it through as they were pushed off the stack by the doorframe. All those pancakes, now an obstacle on the floor for anyone trying to enter or leave.

There was a thundering crash, followed by some shouting, and crying, a lot of crying, and some more shouting. "I'LL BREAK HIS LEGS!" Sora never looked back. He was too mortified and felt guilty of what he's done. He can never go back there.

There goes a man that loves breakfast too much.

(Morning, Beacon Academy locker room)

After Sora was finished with his breakfast, in which he ate in a very secluded area to ensure that no one from the cafeteria would chase him down, especially someone from the cafeteria, he was now spending his time searching for his assigned locker. Until he realized he had been walking around in circles this whole time. In frustration, he crumpled up the piece of paper with the locker number and tossed it aside, ruffling his head furiously. Things would have been much simpler if he just stayed at home and trained with his father.

The paper Sora threw away ended hitting a male student nearby. The student quickly became enraged and grabbed a hold of Sora's collar. "Hey! Watch where you're thro-! Whoa." All the fury from the student lost tension in an instant the moment he realized it was Sora. Sora made eye contact with temperamental guy, only for Sora to be just as surprised. Their surprised faces quickly became friendly.

"Hey Sora. What's up?" The guy greeted with a visible smile and casual tone, as he released Sora from his grasp.

"Cardin." Sora happily said in a quiet tone to his first friend in Beacon Academy.

Yes, big surprise! Cardin and Sora are friends. All shall be explained soon enough, for now we are still traversing through what I like to call the Intiation arc. Ain't got much left to say here, so if you enjoyed reading feel free to favorite/follow. Leave a review if you'd like, and thanks for taking the time to read my story.

In response: I'm leaving this message in regards to a reader that took the time to leave me a review, but it was on my previous story which I thought was kinda weird but oh well. I had already taken what you said under consideration way before I started to remaster this story. That people might not want to read through season 1 of Rwby all over again. and that might hurt my chances of building a fanbase. Even so, too much planning and thought went into this story to let it play out in any other way. Skipping to season 4 would mean to skip over the OC's character development, which is a vital component for readers to fully understand these characters that they have not be introduced to. Starting from season 4 would just make it seem like that the OCs were just slapped into the stories outta nowhere. That being said, I'm sorry I cannot take your idea into consideration. It is a good idea on what you offered, it's just not my idea.