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A Sandstorm raged throughout the piles and mountains of sand.
The gust of winds of the sandstorm caused those sandy mounds to slowly disperse into sand particles and those particles were blown into other sand piles which were being blown as well.
As the sand blew away across the sandy land, a golden arrow was slightly unburied from the sand before being covered up once again by more sand.
—[ S.B.L ]—
A young boy with snowy white, wearing blue pajamas and a blanket over his body was out in a garden in the middle of the night. His icy blue eyes stared at the starry night sky with anticipation in his eyes.
"Whitley, are you sure you don't want to watch inside the manor? It's cold out here during the night." A voice of an older man spoke.
Whitley turned around as the little boy saw a fair-skinned man with white slicked-back hair, a white thick mustache, and cold blue eyes. This man also wore a white suit with its buttons open. This man was Jacques Schnee.
"I want to watch from out here, papa!" Whitley said with a childlike look.
"...Alright, but as soon it's over we're going back inside." Jacques sighed as he stood next to his son. His arms were on his sides as his eyes looked up.
Jacques felt a tug on his leg as he looked down. He saw Whitley, sitting down on the grass while looking at him.
"Fine..." Jacques shook his head as he sat down on the grass with Whitley. Whitley would then sit on his father's lap as they both stared into the night sky.
Not long, stars fell across the night sky. Temporarily lighting up the darkness of the sky with streaks of light.
Young little Whitley watched this scene in awe. His eyes reflected the stars in the night sky.
—[ S.B.L ]—
Years later, icy blue eyes stared with cold dullness in them. Lips were in the form of a fake smile that was quite convincing to those that aren't observant.
In a hallway of the Schnee Manor. A 15-year-old Whitley Schnee stood in front of his older sister, Weiss Schnee.
"Dear sister, are you sure about this?"
Weiss walked passed him without stopping.
"..." Weiss didn't respond with any words, instead she gave him an annoyed glare before looking ahead and continuing on her way.
Whitley watched as she walked passed him and towards two large doors ahead. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance before he sighed.
He walked right behind her towards the room.
—[ S.B.L ]—
The entire room was one giant training room. Swords, shields, maces, and other melee weapons were on display on the walls.
The were two floors to the room, one for fighting or sparring, the other higher from the first which was used as a giant viewing platform for anyone who wanted to watch in safety of any fight happening.
Whitley stood next his father who was looking at Weiss with a cold stern look. She looked at Jacques and gave him a defiant look in her eyes.
Whitley's eyes then landed on the other figure, she looked like an older Weiss but she had her hair in a bun and wore more military like clothing.
Whitley turned his eyes away from Winter Schnee, the oldest Schnee sibling. Hjs eyes then went towards the Schnee bulter who was down in the training ground.
Whitley watched as their butler, Klein pulled on a lever as then a contraption in the floor of the room opened as a giant armoured knight that towered over Weiss and carrying a giant sword.
"An Arma Gigas." Whitley thought as he recognized the Grimm. He was no fighter, but he did do his research on all recorded Grimm species.
As soon as the grimm spotted Weiss, it had its sword ready and out. Weiss got her dust rapier, Myrtenaster, into a fighting stance.
The second Schnee sibling and the Arma Gigas clashed while others watched.
Whitley looked at this fight with a neutral expression. He wasn't so much as interested in the result of this fight. He already knew of the two outcomes anyway.
With that, Whitley left before he could see the end result of his sister's fight to get into Beacon Academy.
—[ S.B.L ]—
Whitley sat on a chair and was currently in an office or a workspace in the Manor. The room had bookshelfs, a globe on a work desk and a chair behind said desk.
Slam!*
Whitley's eyes went towards his father who had just barged into the room with a furious and frustrated expression. Jacques then sat on the chair behind the desk.
"I assume Weiss won?" Whitley watched as his father gave him an annoyed look in his eyes. Whitley immediately looked away as an attempt to avoid his ire.
"*sigh*...Whitley, go through my emails. If you dind anything that concerns the company or me, then tell me." Jacques ordered his son as he handed Whitley a scroll.
"Yes, father." Whitley gave nod as he started to search through the piles of emails. Jacques on the other hand stared to deal with the paperwork on his desk.
"...hmm?" Whitley's eyes then landed on an email.
"An invitation?" Reading it, he saw that it was an invitation to an auction that was being held in an auction house in Atlas tonight.
Whitley then looked towards his father. His eyes saw he had a focused look, but as he looked closely, Whitley could see he had a frustrated and stressed expression on his face.
"...Father, there's an auction your invited to tonight. Do you wish to go?" Whitley asked as his eyes went towards his father.
"No." Jacques answered immediately answered without a second thought.
Whitley nodded as he continued to scroll through and inform his father on all the emails and messages, eventually, Whitley then started helping out with paperwork.
—[ S.B.L]—
Jacques Schnee mentally sighed. Going through all the paperwork was a hassle and it would have been more so if it weren't for Whitley helping out.
His eyes looked towards his third child. Whitley had dozed off on a chair, mentally exhausted after helping him with the paperwork.
"...Now that I think about it, I didn't ask Whitley to help me." Jacques search through what he did today, he then realized he never once asked Whitley to help him out in his work at all today.
Jacques stared at the sleeping figure of his son. Whitley's face expressed stressed and discomfort despite he was asleep.
Jacques frowned at seeing Whitley like that. He was not blind nor was he heartless towards Whitley's relationship to the family.
He knew Whitley was not well liked by his sisters. And with the mother reducing herself to a constant drunk. She wouldn't even be capable of being any shred of an actual mother.
Due to all of that, Whitley went towards him, the only family member that didn't hate, showed distain or annoyance, or ignored him.
sigh*
The former Gelé, sighed. He put a hand on his face as he then pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance and frustration at several things.
Weiss and Winter, spending time and bonding together as siblings for years, but neither were putting any effort to build a bond with their youngest sibling.
Willow, the mother of his son. She had reduced herself to being practically a permanent drunk. Completely incapable of being a semblance of a parent.
sigh* A long sigh excape his lips. "...I suppose I'm also part of the reasons and related to Whitley's problems."
Yes, he gave attention to Whitley when the other Schnee's wouldn't or fail to or can't. Yes, he had been the only functioning family member that did not hate or ignored him.
But, he was a busy man. A man who is busy running the SDC, the riches company in Remnant that is worth billions and is pumping out the only source of ammunition, electricity and more to the entire world of Remnant, Dust.
He just could not afford to spend time with his son due to the company needing his full attention.
Jacques then gazed at the sleeping figure of his son, his son who has abandonment issues and is heavily obedient to his father due to fear of losing the only family member left who looks at him.
"...Hmm? Didn't Whitley said something about an auction?" Jacques then picked up the scroll that was filled with messages. His eyes then eventually spotted the invite to an auction in Atlas.
Jacques then checked his schedule.
There were no meetings or any appointments he needed to attend. His eyes then glanced between his son and the invitation to the auction.
Jacques then got up as he walked over to Whitley.
"Whitley. Wake up." He put a hand on his son's shoulder and shook it. Whitley's eyes soon opened as they stared at him.
"We're going to the auction."
—[ S.B.L ]—
Whitley walked beside his father. He and his father were well dressed in white suits that high class Atlesians would wear.
They walked through the halls of the auction house in Atlas as they both took their seats in the room the auction would be held.
Whitley's eyes gazed around the room. There were several people from high class and rich families here.
His eyes then glanced at his father. His saw his father with a neutral gaze that showed he didn't care about this whole thing or was bored from the auction currently.
Jacques's eyes then gazed at Whitley.
"You can do the bidding if you wish to." Jacques said towards Whitley, who blinked at what his father had just said.
"Really? I can bid on whatever I wish?" Whitley said with a confused look and a tilted head.
Jacques response to Whitley's question was a nod. "Yes. I have no interest in bidding, but if you wish to bid, then go ahead."
Whitley blinked, then nodded.
—[ S.B.L ]—
"Do I hear 45?" The host of the auction asked with an enthusiastic voice as then multiple people raised their numbered signs and shouted numbers.
"45!"
"46!"
"47!"
"50!"
The host then awaited for a few seconds for anyone else to speak up before he talked.
"Going once...going twice!"
"51." Whitley raised his numbered sign with a smug grin. His eyes saw several high class rich Atlesians looked at him with slight annoyed looks.
"Do I hear 52?" The audience was silent. "Going once! ...Going twice! ...Sold!"
Whitley silently giggled. He was having fun here.
Jacques on the other hand, stared at Whitley with an impassive look on his face, but, his lips curled slightly upwards at looking at his son. This went unnoticed by Whitley.
"Alright, our next item." An arrow head was then brought out to the stage in display. "Is an ancient arrowhead found in the desert of the continent, Sanus."
The bidders all gazed at the arrowhead. It was a golden coloured while its sharp edge was silver. It had red patterns on its flatsides. Its also seemingly had somesort of small compass embedded in its flatside. It also lacked a shaft.
It was a weird and bizzare-looking item. And so far, none of the bidders seem to be interested in bidding for such an item.
"Do I hear a 1?" The host asked if anyone was willing to bid for the arrow for one thousand.
"Here."
Whitley had raised up his numbered sign as he looked towards the bidders to see if anyone was willing to do another bidding clash.
"Going once...going twice...sold! To the Schnee's!" The host declared as the arrowhead was sold to Whitley and Jacques.
Both Whitley and Jacques stared at the weird bizzare-looking arrowhead. Their eyes just looked at it with curiosity before merely shrugging.
Afterall, it was just a weird bizzare looking arrowhead.
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《—To Be Continued—]
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So yeah.
A Jjba and Rwby crossover story with Whitley Schnee as the main protagonist of this bizzare adventure.
Jacques Schnee being written as an actual character by me and not a sinkhole for hate that was completely unnecessary by what CRWBY was doing. I can't promise great writing as this would be the first time I write Jacques as a character.
Character will probably be OOC, but this a fanfiction and a crossover, also character development exists.
Anyways, if you guys have any advice for how should I write these undeveloped characters, let me know.
Hope you enjoyed.
