A loud smack could be heard through the halls. Pain being felt on Whitley's face. His eyes closed feeling the stinging pain.

"I WILL NOT TAKE THIS DISRESPECT WHITLEY!" His father shouting at him as his eyes opened slowly looking at his father. A glare on Jaques face. "You WILL learn proper etiquette! Just like your sister!" Whitley looked at his twin on the other side of the room. Her lips going to frown.

"Father, please don't take your anger out on my twin." She spoke with a soft voice. "You know he dreams of being a hero like our grandfather. He'll grow out of it." Weiss spoke looking at him with a bit of a look trying to straighten to an emotionless look. Being a doll.

"Your sister has already disrespected me Weiss! Winter decided being a hero is better than upholding the honor of the Schnee company and now I must have one of you take over those responsibilities. Would you rather take them over?!" Jaques asked with anger. Glaring at her.

Whitley looked at the ground and he didn't want his sister to suffer like he did. "Fa- Father…" He stood up slowly. "I- I'll go to my lessons. I'm sorry for the shame I bring you for my dreams" His eyes drifted over looking at his sister. She looked at him solemnly. Then to his father who was adjusting his tie as he looked down at him smugly.
"Good. Remember your training lessons are just so you can properly protect yourself. Not for going out and playing hero. A Schnee must have a proper business sense and ability to guard oneself. Weiss is already going to Beacon next month. I don't need my last child leaving playing pretend hero. I expect you will then stay here and become a proper heir to the Schnee. You need to learn how to make proper decisions, Whitley. Seems like you're making your first good one." A smug look appeared on his father's face.

He nodded, keeping his head down. "Yes father." before taking steps down the long hall towards his next class. His sister looked at him, a guilty expression on her face.

Whitley walked into his room scoffing after his lessons. A mumble escaped his lips as he closed and locked his doors. "Trivial and simple stuff. Tsk, father doesn't understand that being a hero doesn't require being a brute savage like all huntsmen." Footsteps echoing in his large bedroom the size of a small apartment. Walking towards his walk-in closet. "Sure they need skill in killing grimm but that's posh when working with science and technology." The doors opening up to reveal what was inside.

What was revealed was a standard looking closet the size of a small long bedroom with many clothes hanging as he walked past them all towards the back right hand side. A panel in the wall being removed to reveal a desk with a computer, electronics, vials and a case with the SDC logo on it.

His hands outstretched, reaching for his keyboard as he began typing in his password. "Father may not see it. But I will do things my way even if he thinks I can't be both a hero and the proper heir to the company." Whitley's fingers quickly typing as pages filled the screen. Words clear at the top 'Beacon Application'. "I have to prove this to him. I may not have a good combat record but…" he looked at his grades and skills from his private lessons. All top scores. "... I am more than just a barbarian."

His eyes glanced at the equipment on his desk. A belt with pouches and clips on it. Next to it a box with what looked to be a lens on the side and a button. A side panel open on it with wires and circuitry visible. Next to the box was dust crystals encased in homemade containers with triggers and buttons. Grenades. A sigh escaped from his lips as he turned back to the screen. Typing continued and with a few more clicks he was able to then send off his application.

Most would be worried about not getting accepted since he didn't go to a combat school. Although he had already paid off his personal instructor. He would give high remarks to the headmaster and not tell his father. "Father would never approve of this… well luckily Mother did." She didn't like seeing her children being troubled.

He stood up and stretched his arms before putting the panel back into the wall, hiding his secret. Leaving the closet as a knock on his room door echoed. "Whitley." He smiled hearing his twin sister's voice. Walking over to his door, unlocking, then opening it.

"Hello Weiss." His smile on his face as his hands went properly behind his back. Watching her as she reached a hand up to his cheek.

"You're not hurt are you? I know father can be a bit rough…" She spoke with concern in her voice. "... I'm worried about leaving you next month when I leave for Beacon."

"Don't worry, I won't be alone dear sister. So please focus on making yourself the best you can be." A smile on his face as he stepped back to let her into his room.

"Are you sure? I- I know you don't have a lot of friends… outside of studies you always stay locked up in your room." The concern in her voice was palpable. As she stepped in.

A hug would be given to her. "You're my twin. Don't worry we'll always be linked in some way. Besides, if I can help relieve you of the pressure of father by letting you go to Beacon while I study business politics… Well, I'll be happy." Releasing the hug a smile as he looked at her.

A sigh escaping her lips. "I know.. Just don't become like father and stuck up. Don't forget your training either. I know father wouldn't buy you a weapon to train with for fear you'd go against him to be like Winter… but." a pause as she hesitated. "I- I know you will do your best here even with protecting yourself on your own. Your aura is unlocked… I know you struggle with our semblance but you will get it in time."

She had confidence in him. That was at least good. "Sister don't worry. There are other ways for me to get away from Father besides being good in combat." A smirk on his face. "Father doesn't realize that I have the best weapon of them all in the family."

A scoff with a chuckle came from her. "Oh? And what would that be Whitley?" Looking at him questioningly.

"Now now dear sister. This is why I'm ahead of you in our studies. Highest scores in Atlas after al-" cut off before he could finish.

"Except in combat." She smirked at him.

"Yes yes I know. But my brain is the greatest weapon of them all. Winter always said that when we were younger, yes?" A smile plastered on his face. Hers becoming a pout.

"Only cause you'd be able to make your pranks look like they were my fault!" She yelled with a flushed look. A chuckle then escaped from him.

"Well, that's just your fault for not being smart and aware enough." He taped her temple with his index finger as she playfully swiped it away.

"Y- Ya well I'll show you I'll be the best huntress you've ever seen leading my own team!" She shouted with a pout stomping towards the door.

"I'm sure you will be my dearest sister. Now focus on your training and get your beauty sleep. I know I'll need mine tonight." He said waving her along. Her only response was her sticking her tongue out as she then closed the door. A sigh escaped from him as he prepared for bed.

'Don't worry Sis. I'll be right there too. You just don't know it yet.' A ping coming from his scroll as he looked at his email. Pulling it out as he saw a message from Beacon. Words on it saying 'accepted for enrollment.' A smile formed from his lips. "Step one done." spoke from him as he climbed into bed. The white room turned to black as he fell asleep.

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"Miltia! Melanie!" A booming womanly voice came down the halls of the wooden corridors. Different from the clean white halls of the Schnee manor. Steps from a pair walking down the hall a smile on one of the girls face.

"Yes Lil' Miss?" they asked in unison.

"I'm gonna have to send you off somewhere till this crime war settles down… It's not very safe in this city for my family. And best men." She then gestured to a man in a white coat with red hair. Next to him a small girl with ice cream like hair playing with her umbrella. "So I've applied you to Beacon, along with Little Neo. Roman already has an apartment there for you all to stay at." A sigh escaping from her lips. "When you get there you will uphold standards in that school. I expect nothing from the best and for you all to be the best fighters as a Spider when you return. Roman will act as your 'guardian' on paper. Dont make him have to come in a lot… Roman could very well be identified." She glared at the two twins.

"Whatever." The two girls pouted. Before Miltia spoke up "I don't understand why we have to go off to some stuffy Huntsmen acade-" Cut off by a hand held up by Lil' Miss.

"Are you questioning my decision?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow at her daughter in red. Then a long drag from her cigarette. "I didn't realize you were in charge here Miltia, Melanie."

"No… Just we're already strong enough" Melanie voiced. "Why can't we just stay here?"

"Because there are forces here that even she can't protect you from." The man with red hair finally spoke. "Sheesh, almost as bad as Neo when I don't give her ice cream. Look, you're coming with me mostly to keep you out of trouble here and also for us to form connections in Vale. Strong gangs there. Junior for one. Already have worked with him in the past" He picked up and pointed his cane at the two. "We leave in the morning on a bullhead leaving Mistral tomorrow. We'll be in Vale maybe by the afternoon then once we settle in we'll find some work and goons to help establish ourselves here for the Spider. Then you'll be at Beacon for mostly recon work for strong Huntsmen that could be trouble in the future. Intel is important after all."

A solid reasoning to the two girls as they frowned not being happy with being told last minute. "Fine." Melanie the one in white spoke. "When do classes start?" Miltia the one in red finished.

"Tsk tsk. So impatient. Next month is the initiation. Pass that then you get to stay in nice comfy dorms there. So that gives us a month to get ourselves decently set up in Vale before you begin intel gathering." Roman explained. "Neo will be there with you. I would join but alas. I'm just out of the age range for fresh blood. So luckily you three" He gestured to the twins and Neo. "Are just young enough. Seventeen. So by the time you get out of there you'll be even more badass than you are now. Probably even more of a pain in my ass…" He grumbled that last sentence. "Now go get packed." he looked at Neo. "That means you too" The mute girl just snickered as a suitcase appeared from thin air by her. Roman just rolled his eyes.

Author's Note.
This idea has been in my head since reading 'Relic of the Future' by Coeur Al'Aran. One of my favorites by him and he had an interesting team form of Whitley, Neo, Melanie, and Militia. It seemed like a fun dynamic but with Roman's Holiday coming out we learn by the events of the show that the girls are in their early 20s which isn't very… well good to say the least. Especially since in canon Whitley is younger than Weiss.

So I thought, what would be a good solution? Well simply put. Make Weiss and Whitley twins and age down Neo and the Malachite twins. Makes them a bit younger and changes Whitley's personality a bit to want to be a bit of a hero since he could've had the chance to meet his grandpa and spend time with Winter a bit more before she became disowned. Don't worry Whitley is gonna still be a bit stuck up and arrogant(Especially with Faunus). A bit timid around women as you'll see but also snarky.

Lastly this story is not gonna follow anything in canon outside of the setting of the show. My major thing is that Ozpin is not some reincarnating Wizard. Salem doesn't exist. Relics and magic aren't real. This story will focus mostly on the characters of the team that forms and also the crime lord stories that can be told as well as taking on huntsmen jobs. The first arc will focus on the school life, training, team building, and maybe even two or three huntsmen jobs. Arc two will focus on rumblings with the White Fang and the criminal underground. Then arc three will be focused on the tournament. Cinder, Mercury and Emerald are still in the story. The White Fang still exist. People like Tyrian, Hazel, and Watts exist but there isn't some Grimm goddess or anything like that. Grimm are just a natural thing in my world of Remnant.

This is my first fanfic and my first writing I've done in a very long time. I'm gonna try and improve it but I don't have any beta-readers at the moment. I'm writing this as much as I can but want to try and go for two updates. Maybe three a month if I can. Feedback and criticism is very much appreciated. I'm open to ideas. I want to make Whitley more clever with how he fights as he's not strong and is very squishy. Think Jaune but with Watts's arrogance and brains. So I plan to have him use a utility belt of gadgets with dust more than anything. His main weapon I'm keeping hidden but I do want him to develop more tools in the future. Someone on reddit even suggested robots which made me think of giving him a robot dog or robot spider (like from spykids or how spiderman has one). Which isn't a bad idea.
Thank you for your time on this long author's note. I hope you all enjoy. I'll see you all again in the next update.

~ CAWME