Recreate | Season 1: Regenesis | Arc 2: The Tournament

Hey guys! Next Arc right 'ere! The Tournament, how dramatic! *sarcasm*

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or Red vs. Blue, they belong to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth, respectively. I do, however, own any and all OCs as well as twisted plot/Canon.

Quote of the Chapter: "This is so stupid."

Now, for the love of God, let this Fanfiction begin!

-= *Original Fights* =-

It had been three hours since Rust woke up and he was still groggy. Dragged - quite literally - by Terra, he was still able to make it from place to place. With that, he lazily checked if he was ready. After training with Terra, life would be pretty hard. Especially if you have no weapon.

Myst did not allow him to take the weapon he borrowed from them with him. So, he was weaponless. He didn't have enough money to buy any simple classic weapon, or even the standard cheap ones. Over three thousand Lien, and he'd already spent most of their money.

"Rust," Terra said as she pulled him up to her, his legs still slumping against the ground. "You signed up and didn't let me because you didn't want me getting hurt, correct?!"

"Yes," said a sleepy Rust before yawning again.

"Then get out there, and prove to me you made the right decision," she pushed him into the contestant's stands.

"Alright, alright, Terra. Jeez..." he slumped into a seat next to a not so happy contestant.

"Hello," she beamed, trying not to sound angry.

"Hello," he replied with a tired smile. He was at least ready, in his orange tee, obscured completely by a gray hoodie. He wore his usual jeans and his leather boots. And, of course, a leather gauntlet covering his right forearm down right to the tips of his fingers. His left arm stayed bare other than the long sleeve from the hoodie.

"Are...are you okay?" the blonde girl asked.

"Yes," he answered. "Thank you." His one glance towards her showed him mostly what she was wearing. A lightly braided blonde hair swept eagerly over her shoulder, just above the right side of her silver chestplate. It only seemed to cover the top half, so she wore a leather corset underneath. She wore shoulder guards with the help of her own intricately tanned leather gauntlets that reached to the tips of her fingers as well. Out in front of her, on a table, lay a sword and shield.

"Where's your weapon?" she questioned.

"I don't have one," he answered honestly. "The weapon I always used was a practice rapier I used back in Mistral. Wasn't allowed to take it because I was expelled."

"Expelled?" she asked with clear mirth. "Whatever caused such a thing?"

Rust simply pointed to his ears, her eyes following the invisible line to his head. "Oh," she replied meekly. "Say, I've seen you before..."

"Probably at the establishment," he suggested. "I didn't see you, though..."

"I didn't see you at the establishment, no," she said. "I saw you at the Dustdock signing up."

"Oh," he smiled sheepishly. "I didn't notice anyone staring. Bit creepy, don't you think?" he asked.

"Oh, sorry," she blushed. "I didn't mean to be a stalker."

"It's alright." Okay, he thought. Not bad for a first person. "What's your name?"

"Joan," she responded. She thought for a moment, like contemplating whether or not to share her last name. She did anyways. "Joan d'Arcuze."

"Okay," he said simply enough to Joan. He stuck out a hand for her to shake as he smiled to her. "Rust Rosso Corsa," he said. "Please, call me Rust."

She was obviously afraid for a moment before taking his hand and shaking it. "Nice to meet you, Rust."

"Likewise."

"Do you..." Joan started. Rust looked to her with wonder with whatever she had to say next. "Do you know my last name?"

"Nope," he said simply, sounding the p in the word with a pop.

"Not once?"

"Nope."

"Not even the faintest memory?"

He thought for a moment. "Nope."

"You're hard to talk to," said Joan.

"Yeah," Rust sighed, leaning into his seat. "I get that a lot."

"I didn't mean to imply-"

"It's okay, Joan," he reassured. "I'm used to it by now..."

"Oh," Joan said. "Okay."

The lights in the large arena dimmed to a low as the people around quieted with it. "And now..." the announcer bellowed into the microphone, one spotlight shining on him. "Today is the 74th Hunger Ga-wait..." he fumbled with some cards. "Who wrote this?!" he yelled with the microphone away from his face, though it still lightly picked up on it. "Ahem," he cleared his throat into the microphone. "Welcome to the 81st Vytal Festival Non-Academic Competition!"

"See," said a redheaded girl to Joan's left. "Non-Academic."

"Whatever, Regalia," Joan said. Rust saw the faintest lick of a smile form on her face.

"First, we have up..."

Two symmetrically placed lights shined on the first door of the arena, its opening to reveal a rather...black donned character he never knew.

"Odysseus Necra!" the announcer yelled, causing everyone to begin cheering.

"And on the other side," the two lights scanned across to the other side. "Agamem Snona!"

Rust didn't really pay attention to any of the next parts of what was coming up. The two basically fought with two large gauntlets that reached to Odysseus's shoulders, ending with two large metal spheres at the ends of them, with Agamem wielding a rapier.

"You idiot," Rust seethed. "Use the freaking rapier to slap away his hands!"

Almost as if Agamem had heard Rust, Agamem did exactly what Rust had imagined, causing him to quiet in his seat.

"Hmm," Rust hummed. "Whoa-kay then..."

Joan lifted a brow at him, and quickly put it down to watch the tournament.

Agamem won with a subtle shot to Odysseus's chest.

"And the winner is!" the announcer yelled, waking on stage and holding Agamem's hand in the air. "Agamem Snona!"

As the two left the stage, the announcer came back on. He had a few technological difficulties for a moment, so Joan took this as her chance.

"Are you really paying attention?" she asked Rust.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Rust said nonchalantly. Joan was getting irritated.

"Most of these people are going to Beacon Academy, as well as I," she lightly informed, but did not feel the icy threat behind it. "It would be wise to learn from them."

"Calm down, Joan," Rust said, obviously fearful of the way she said that. "I get it, I get it...I'll pay attention...jeez, you sound like my sister..."

"I'm sure you sister is very knowledgeable on the fact, herself," Joan said curtly, crossing her left leg over her right knee and continuing to watch the matches to come.

"Jeez," Rust said.

The announcer finally got the microphone working again. "Sorry, everyone," he apologized. "Technological difficulties. Anyways, next we have Troja Sunstone," he gestured as the lights followed towards the girl in the doorway.

Much like Joan, she had a braid over her right torso, obviously donning more armor with a tint of yellow shade added to it. She took the sniper rifle off her back and smirked from her little distance from them.

"And Mars Moonstone!" he yelled.

"Moonstone?!" the two girls on his left yelled.

"Who's Moonstone?" Rust asked.

"Are you kidding me?" the girl he deemed Regalia said. "He's the heir to the third largest Dust company on the planet!"

"Whoa-kay, sorry, er-Regalia..."

"How do you know my name?" she asked curtly, hands on her hips.

"Joan said 'Whatever, Regalia,' earlier when you mentioned how this was a non-academic tournament."

"H-how could you hear me over all this screaming?"

"Must I point it out again?" he asked and pointed to his cat ears once more.

"Oh, sorry," the two apologized.

"No biggie," he smiled. "Used to it." The three quieted and watched the match. Rust, along with Joan and Regalia, were displeased to know that the formalities and ifs about them were over. Mars wielded his own sword with a sickle attached to it about three quarters up the blade. He donned a full read suit, even a red tie as far as Rust could tell with his keen eyes.

Troja then turned her rifle upside down as the longest scope he'd ever seen on one turned into the blade of a sword. "Wow..." Rust said, appalled. "That must have taken some designing..."

"Oh, please," Regalia mocked. "That's her family's heirloom. It's nothing for the Sunstone Joint-Stock Company."

"Another large company, I'm assuming?" he asked.

"You're really dense on the subject, you know that?"

"Well, blame the only economics teacher in existence who practically encourages Faunus discrimination," he seethed. The other two quieted and watched the match.

Troja charged Mars, the intent to win on her back. Mars simply lashed out his sword, and multiple blades separated to form a whip. A black chord held them together.

"Hmm," he hummed as the sword then became electrified. Mars lashed at Troja who took an electric hit to the stomach and flew back.

Mars was then shot in the left knee. "Gah!" he yelled.

Troja came from the still-rising smoke cloud and landed the sharp edge of her weapon on his back without letting gravity to any work she may regret. "Yield," she simply stated.

"Hmm," he hummed again, actually intrigued by the display of power she showed over him. Mars accepted a hand by Troja before the two headed off the stage.

"Troja Sunstone is the winner!" the announcer yelled, not even bothering to hold up her hand lest he incur the wrath of a Sunstone. "Next up, we have Rust Rosso Corsa!" the crowd cheered.

"That's me," he said as he got up and walked all the way to the hallway he was to stand in, waiting for them to announce the next person.

"And Joan d'Arcuze!" he yelled.

"Huh?" Rust asked as his eyes widened. He didn't bother to stop, however, as he was nearing the stage.

"Rust Rosso Corsa's Semblance is Light Manipulation!"

"Crap," Rust said aloud. "Shouldn't have written down that."

"Joan d'Arcuze's Semblance is Strength!"

"Well, this'll be fun," Rust said rather sarcastically. He checked his Gauntlet to make sure he embedded any Density Dust, you know, the green stuff?

"Are you ready, Miss d'Arcuze?" asked the announcer. Rust heard her approval.

"Are you ready, Mr. Corsa?" he turned to him.

"One second..." Rust said, taking a Green Dust Crystal and placing it in an empty slot on his Gauntlet. "Now I'm ready."

"Very well," he said. "BEGIN!"

Joan simply unsheathed her sword from her side and the glint ran across the blade. He really wished he learned more on blades beforehand...or at least listened to Terra to do it.

"Whoa-kay," said Rust. "Let's do this..."

He activated the Density Dust on his right Gauntlet and made a charge for her, rather ungracefully, if he may add. She simply swatted down her sword to meet with his Gauntlet. He smirked as her sword landed on the impenetrable leather, or something else he wouldn't point out.

Joan suddenly couldn't lift her weapon as he pulled back, and it landed on the floor.

"This is nothing," Joan said, barely even lifting the weapon off the floor. "I can do this..." she lift it up all the way and began to spin.

Even with a rather heavy weapon, she was still able to make proper blows to his chest. He pressed the pale Crystal and hoped to God the Connection Dust would work.

He could see it, but faintly, a lonely trail of White Dust connecting from the Green to Purple on his arm. "Yes!" he cheered, much to her confusion.

He moved his right-hand fingers intricately like he was pressing buttons, but that was it. Instead of her blade gaining weight, it lost it, and she swung madly before eyeing something as she spun endlessly.

She stopped her spinning to see a Rust simply standing there, waiting for something. "What are you doing?!"

"Waiting for you to get sucked into that Vortex behind you," he said nonchalantly. She looked behind herself to find a purple-looking black hole behind her.

"What is going on?!" she yelled as she slammed her sword into the floor. She was immediately lifted, and the gravity well wasn't pleasing to feel.

"Don't worry," he reassured. "You won't get sucked into an endless oblivion or any of that crap," said Rust rather sarcastically. "Just going to get pulled back for a bit until the Dust Crystal runs out of ener-oh, it has!" he yelled as she fell to the floor.

She sighed in relief as the Vortex disappeared. In anger, and realizing her sword was no longer heavy, she heaved it over her head and slammed down onto his Gauntlet. No Aura surrounded it. Good, she thought. 'Vantage goes to ME!

She pushed forward, her Semblance pushing him back. She gritted her teeth as he lost his footing and fell. He not-so-gracefully rolled to the side and stood up with a look of fear ever so slightly waving across his face. She slammed her weapon into his side and he went flying into a wall. He reemerged from the wall, Gauntlet growing Orange.

"Not..." he said slowly. "A good idea..." She saw the faintest look of a smirk.

"Huh?" she asked as he raced forward, Semblance aided, and slammed his gauntlet into her raised sword. The gauntlet exploded and sent her back a few feet. Her Semblance held fast, but she could still feel the beating she took. "Not bad," she said with her lips curling down and a few nods.

"Grr!" he growled as he let up with an uppercut in which exploded. "Let's see how you like fire, d'Arcuze!"

His gauntlet removed his usual orange color and it immediately went yellow. He slammed his right fist into his left palm and removed both hands. Fire appeared in his left hand, flowing up without end. His right arm, however, was completely covered in fire.

"Wow," praised Joan as she stood up just to see him charging her again. She blocked and fire sprang into her eyesight, causing her to flinch and lose balance. But ever so, the stubbornness of a d'Arcuze cannot be matched as she pushed forward, causing him to kneel. The floor cracked beneath his very heels and he cursed.

"Dustdammit," he seethed in pain. "Agh! I yield!" he yelled as his elbows began to bend in the wrong way. "I yield!"

"End match!" called the announcer and Joan let up, causing Rust to swing up a little and land face first on the floor.

"NYA!" he yelped in a catlike manner, landing face first on the floor. A tail came out from underneath his hoodie and went taut, aiming towards the ceiling. It then went limp on the floor.

Joan giggled a little as the announcer ignored him and raised her hand. "The winner of this match is Joan d'Arcuze!"

"Hmm," Rust hummed nonchalantly as he walked off the stage, a light limp in his right step. He quickly moved his tail into his shirt again and wrapped it around his torso. Joan noticed the teal-haired girl from earlier put his arm around her and helped him off the stage when the next two were called. She sat down in her according seat.

"The final match for today has Regalia Redwood!" he yelled. Regalia stood up.

"I guess it's my turn," said Regalia. "Good job against that guy."

"Thank you," she said as Regalia went down to the arena.

"And next, we have Lira Syrris-"

Rust and Terra took to the streets away from the arena, letting the last names go through their minds and their completely missing them.

"I only got Regalia out of all that," Rust said with a smile towards Terra.

"Why?" she asked. "I didn't get any of it."

"I met her and her friend, Joan d'Arcuze."

"A d'Arcuze?!" yelled Terra in incredulity.

"What's up with them, they famous or something?" asked Rust.

"Don't you know?!" Terra accidentally elbowed him in the stomach. She did not acknowledge his yelp of pain. "They're the splinter family of the Arcs, the greatest lineage since the Great War!"

"Oh, okay..." said Rust. Terra pouted at his density.

"You're as dense as the Density Dust you carry, Corsa," she said.

"I know," he bumped heads with her. "But that's what makes my the best brother ever!"

For some reason, Terra internally wailed.

"Well, this is odd," said a middle-aged man. The two turned around quickly to see a green-donned, silver-haired man. He had green spectacles, observed Rust.

"Who are you?" Rust asked as kindly as he could.

"I would like us to talk somewhere more..."

"Private," said a woman in a curt attitude behind the man. She stood up next to him. "We are professors at a very prestigious academy, and we would like to welcome you in." She wore a businesslike clothing with a black cape that looked like it was stenciled at the bottom and weaved purple on the inside.

"Hmm," Rust hummed. Terra sighed.

"Of course," Terra agreed. She helped Rust walked with them into the city.

They entered a building that was wrought with age; whited walls of a once red brick building. The cracks forming in areas deemed impossible; the noticeable boards covering shattered windows. "This place seems ominous," thought Rust aloud.

"Well, it had to be discreet," said the man as the four walked inside. They shut the door behind them.

"What's this about?" Rust asked as a lamp turned on. It stood atop a plain metal desk, with whited brick walls around them. This was obviously an interrogation room, but Rust nor Terra noticed that.

"We needed to talk to you about your father, Rust," said the man.

"What about my father," asked Rust as he gave up and sat in the chrome seat, similar to the desk.

"He's dead," he informed. "But we have also noticed your exceptional skill to be quite similar to his."

"Really?" said a skeptical Rust. "I'd doubt it."

"Corsican Semblances are made by torment and trauma, are they not?" Rust raised his eyebrow at him.

"Who are you?"

"I am Professor Ozpin," Ozpin introduced himself. "The headmaster of Beacon Academy."

"And she?" Terra pointed at the blonde woman standing in the corner. She held an oversized Scroll in her arms, noting something every once and a while.

"She is Professor Goodwitch," answered Ozpin.

"Hello," the woman said simply.

"Now, you did not answer my question," Ozpin continued.

Rust glared at him. "I don't even know what you mean," he answered honestly, though angrily.

"Ryuu Mizu Spirit Corsa," he said. It was his brother's full name. Ozpin pulled up a file onto the desk. Rust finally noticed the cane sitting next to it, its handle had intricate designs in it. "He learned of his Semblance after he witnessed his mother drowning in a public pool," Ozpin continued. Rust's fists clenched.

"So what?" he practically yelled at Ozpin.

Ozpin looked directly at him. "Water Manipulation," he said.

"What?"

"Your brother's Semblance is Water Manipulation, is it not?"

"Yes," replied Rust after a moment. "What of it?"

"You felt like you were in the dark all your life, correct?"

"Get to the point!" Rust yelled.

"His Semblance is Water Manipulation because of the trauma he earned as a result of witnessing your mother's death," informed Ozpin nonchalantly. "Your Semblance is Light Manipulation because you've been in the dark about many things in your life, and you wish to change it. That is your result."

Rust continued to glare.

"And your father," Ozpin did not flinch. "His Semblance was Metal Manipulation, simply because his mother was crushed in a compacter machine...for garbage."

"Shut up!" Rust believed that Ozpin was insulting his grandmother. Ozpin saw this, however.

"If you believe I was insulting your family whatsoever, I wasn't," Ozpin said. "I was simply stating what the compacter machine was for."

"I am clearly aware of the petty ways my family has died!" yelled Rust. Terra did not make a move as to not incur his anger further. "You were going to talk about my father," he slammed his hands on the desk. "Tell me, where is he?!"

"He's dead," Ozpin repeated from earlier. "I was recognizing you as your father's son," Ozpin continued on, seeing his angered face turn to confusion. "I want you, and Terra, to join us at Beacon," the man said undeterred.

"We're only sixteen though!" Rust refused.

"I do not look at age, Mr. Corsa," said Ozpin. "I see the potential in one over their age. Always."

"Oh," Rust said, sitting down again.

Ozpin stood up, took his cane and walked around the table. "And as a man loved to tell me, Rust, I will love to say it to you."

He leaned down to Rust's ear, but whispered loud enough for Terra to hear. "Revenge is like an open wound. Do not let it control you."

Rust jumped at that. How he understood his father's motto way before he was born was beyond him. But he took it as confidentiality that this wasn't some con, or some joke. He turned his face into determination. "When do we start?"

"A few months after the Tournament," Ozpin said, Goodwitch following him out of the door. He stopped and turned to look inside. "And Rust?"

"Yes, Professor Ozpin," Rust finally acknowledged him as a professor.

"We will be learning a lot about your father," Ozpin slightly smiled. "Soon." He turned and walked out.

"Well, that was something," said Terra.

"That's usually the case with me, isn't it?" Rust asked with a smirk at Terra.

"And the winner is Lira Syrris!" the announcer yelled and took her hand to the air.

"This is so stupid," Lira whispered to herself.

-= *End of Chapter 4* =-

Well, that was a thing.

Shut up, Yang.

Okay, so that's the beginning of the second arc, the Tournament!

How was it? Did Rust's interrogation go a little too far, or is it okay?

Anyways, tell me in the comments. Review please!

And now, for the love of God, let the next Fanfiction begin!