Hey guys. I apologize for the wait. Let me tell you a bit of what has been going on in my life as of recently. Around the middle of November, Wrestling season began at my school. Now, the thing that you guys don't know is that I take wrestling VERY seriously. I devote all my free time to working out and practicing. I did extremely well this season and my coach told me that if I kept up the good work, I could make it to the State championship. Btw, I wrestle at 182 pounds. So once again sorry for the wait, but I take that sport very seriously.

Here's the story.

(Flashback begins)

For one to say that Jaune was going through a tough time would be an understatement. After he had killed his parents two years ago, he had somehow made his way to the City of Vale on the small amount of food he gathered from his house. (He, of course, told Reaper to stay out of the city when he arrived.) From that point on, Jaune became a petty thief. Stealing food just to survive, pickpocketing, stuff like that. Every day, he'd wake up sore from sleeping on the cold cement floor. He'd proceed to do his daily task of attempting to steal some food or a wallet. Today was no different, but one thing made it worse than usual.

"I hate the rain," Jaune grumbled to himself as he walked through the various alleyways of downtown Vale. He'd been searching all day for somebody to steal from, yet he hadn't been able to find anyone outside of a group today. Jaune continued his trek as his stomach grumbled in protest. It was already around ten o'clock at night and Jaune was about ready to give up. Looking for a dry place to settle in for the night, he noticed a rich looking man with a white coat. More importantly, he was alone. 'Perfect,' Jaune thought to himself. Swiftly approaching the man, Jaune reached for the pocket of the man's coat. Within a hair of a second, Jaune felt something hit his stomach, propelling him into a wall. He groaned as he kneeled down and looked up to see his assailant aiming what appeared to be a Cane gun directly at his forehead.

"And what do you think your doing kid?"

5 years later…

"Are you sure about this kid?"

Jaune looked up to face his mentor and fatherly figure.

"I've never been surer of something in my entire life, Roman." Roman Torchwick sighed. He knew there was nothing he could say to persuade the 15-year-old boy to stay with him. Jaune was no longer that pained and weak little boy he had been when Roman had taken him in all those years ago. After trashing the kid in a fight, the boy had asked Roman to end his life. Stop his suffering. Instead of complying with the child's wishes, Roman took the kid in as an apprentice of some sort. He trained him. Showed him how to control his semblance. And most importantly to Jaune, gave him kindness that his real family had never given him.

Shaking his head, Roman ended his little trip down memory lane and turned back to the situation at hand. Jaune wanted to go to Sanctum academy so he could enter Beacon when he turned 17. For him to do this, he would need Roman's help to create a false identity for him. While Roman had no issue with the kid going to the academy, he was nervous about his student's "Grimm," issue; pun not intended. Jaune had told him about being the cleaver when he had turned 12. Jaune was quite upset, thinking Roman would leave or try to kill him, but contrary to his belief, Roman simply enveloped the kid in a hug and comforted him. It was then that Roman truly began to train Jaune to become the warrior he was today.

"Stop worrying. I'll make sure I won't be found out. I can do this Roman. Trust me."

Roman sighed. "Alright kid. Before you go, I have a present for you." reaching behind him, he pulled out a spear. He pressed a button and it unfurled into a bow. Handing the weapon to Jaune, he began to speak again. "Here's your new weapon kid. I hope you like it." Jaune began to tear up as he swiftly encompassed the older man in a bone-crushing hug.

"Thank you… thank you so much…"

"No problem kid. One more thing, turn it back to spear form, unscrew the butt of the weapon, and press the button you find underneath."

Jaune did so and the weapon changed into the shape of a Cleaver.

"Only use this form when you are being the Cleaver. I trust you know why."

"It's perfect Roman. I love it." Jaune whispered.

Roman smiled softly. "You ready to go Jaune, or should I say Ace?"

Jaune's appearance began to change. His hair turned black, and his eyes turned brown. He smiled. He was truly ready to embark on his journey.

"Yep."

(Flashback ends)

"So, what have you been up to lately Roman?" Jaune asked with a smile. It really had been too long since he had made contact with the orange haired man. After Jaune had left for Sanctum, he had been unable to properly contact Roman due to the man's criminal standings.

"A lot of stuff kid; some better than others. There's this woman named Cinder who has employed me-" Roman paused and began to cough. "COUGH*threatened me to work with her COUGH*" The man shook his head. "Sorry about that. Something caught in my throat. But anyways tasked me with robbing Vale blind of its Dust. Something about helping out the White Fang and her nefarious plans…"

Jaune slowly nodded his head. "Uh-huh…"

"Speaking of which, I have a little heist scheduled for Tomorrow night at the docks. Would you mind helping me out as the Cleaver for old times sake? I could really use the extra help."

"Uhh… sure I guess. Not doing much else."

"Perfect. Oh, and be a dear and bring some of your Irvibanes, would you kindly?"

"Yeah sure,"

Jaune sighed. 'I'm going to regret saying yes to this aren't I?'

Line break

Jaune waved goodbye to Roman and began to head towards the Bullhead stations. Pulling out his scroll, he noticed numerous missed calls from numerous people, mainly Ruby and Blake. Deciding now would be a good time to reach out to them, he dialed Ruby's number. The voice that picked up held a panicked tone that could be felt through the phone.

"Jaune! Thank god you called me back. Ajdsaf ipafpdfa;kfalkfafsadf."

"Ruby slow down I can't understand what you're saying. Now. Tell me slowly what is going on."

Silence was all Jaune heard for a few moments before three words pierced the tranquility like a sniper round.

"Blake is missing."

Not much to say as far as author's notes go… See you later I guess. Going into exam week next week so yeah. Wish me luck… Bye.