Chapter 1.

The Fool.

So no shit – there I was – my freshly mangled and newly minted cyclops ass bleeding out on some dime-a-dozen clubs dance floor while "What a wonderful word" played on repeat in my head.

Wondering how I got here? Trust me, I trying to find that shit out too, so help me out and let me tell you how my life got turned upside down – maybe we can figure it out together, eh?

Anyway, my cozy little fucked up tale started in a club called Juniors.

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Jaune nervously shuffled on his stool as he waited for the owner of the club to return with his transcripts, gingerly sipping some drink he'd been given. Lost in his own head.

"It's fine, right? Okay maybe not. But it's not my fault dad refused to train me, I mean come on! How could he possibly know I won't make a good Hunter just from my stance! I was seven and it was my first time holding Crocea Mors! Of course I'm no going to be any good." Jaune sighed. "It's okay, Jaune, sure it's wrong, but you just need to save enough people to out weigh it, besides, it's the only way you have at making your dream come true now."

Jaune stewed in his head and continued to practically vibrate in place, that was until a pair of black haired twins sat down on either side of him.

The long-haired twin sat with an air of confidence, accompanied by an arrogant smirk. "Hi, I'm Melanie."

Melanie wore an off-white, strapless dress that graduates to a cyan toward her skirt, which has a layered feathery cyan tulle that hangs longer than the dress, with a small bow in the top center of the dress. She also wears a pair of white thigh-high boots with red lace-up detailing and blades fitted to the rear or her boots, seemingly connected to the heels. Twin silver chains run from the back of the boots connecting to a layer of an armored piece on the front of her boots. She also wears cyan stockings under her boots with lace-trimmed tops that peek above the boots that are attached to garter straps that dissapear into her skirt.

She also sports a pair of white forearm length gloves with cyan lace detailing running from her wrist to her forearm, accompanied by a silver vambrace on her left forearm as well as a silver pauldron on the same shoulder.

She also has a white belt around her waist that has twin silver chains on the front alongside a cyan gemstone in the center whilst a pair of cyan feather-like wings extended from the back. For accessories she wears a white flower-shaped hairpin above her left ear, a white feather scarf with two short red feathers surrounding a long cyan feather on the left side.

The bob cut twin sat down with form perfect grace, and an almost shy attitude compared to her twin.

"Hello, I'm Miltia." Miltia said in a perfectly polite tone whilst slightly bowing her head.

Miltia wore a red strapless dress that is patterned with various newspaper articles. Her dress has black and dark red lace layered tulle that hangs down more than the dress. She has and off-centered bow belt around her waist, she also wears a pair of red thigh-high boots with black heels and soles alongside white lace-up detail. Twin silver chains run round from the back of her boots connecting to layer armor plating on the front of her boots. She wears lacy black stockings that peek out over the top of her boots accompanied by black garter straps that dissapear into her skirt.

She also sports a pair of black fingerless forearm length gloves with red lining around the tips of her fingers. The gloves sport a newspaper design similar to her dress running from the backs of her hands to her forearms with a light brown frill trim peeking out of the ends. And on the back of each glove resided two red claws with some additional spikes on the knuckles, likely for punching.

For accessories she wears a large long wing-like red feather and two short white feathers above her left ear, much like her twin, and a short black fur shrug held by four beaded chains with a white gemstone in the center.

"H-Hi, I-I'm Jaune." Jaune stuttered whilst kicking himself for his lack of social skills.

"Oh, he's so adorable!" Melanie teased in a cutesy voice.

"Mel. Don't be mean." Miltia warned. "It's probably his first time in Vale, let alone a night club."

"Oh ho! Adorable and pure! Oh, we have a little sheep on our hands!" Mel continued to tease.

Jaune clenched his jaw and pouted. "I'm not a sheep."

Mel's eyes hardened as her tone took an edge. "Oh, you're not a sheep are you?"

While Jaune may lack any form of useful social skills, living with anywhere from eight to ten women at a time has made it to where he knows when he's done something to offend the fairer sex, unfortunately his lack of social skills and his stubbornness streak, that could rival a bulls, prevents him from using that knowledge to his advantage.

"N-No, I'm not."

Mel scoffs and gave Jaune a smirk that made his blood run cold. "Sure, whatever you say… sheep. What are you even doing here? A poor little sheep like you might keel over in a wolf's den like this place."

"Mel." Miltia warned. "Junior'll be upset if your big mouth cost him Lien."

"Whatever, little sheep won't complain." Melanie looks at Jaune with a sickly sweet smile. "Will you, sheep?"

Jaune was a few moments away from sticking his foot in his mouth a second time before Junior returned with his dubious transcripts.

Junior set down a manila folder in front of Jaune. "Here they are, do you have the rest of the payment?"

"O-Oh yeah! H-Here!" Jaune fumbled for the envelope holding the rest of his savings, a small price to pay to make his dream come true.

Junior leisurely took the envelope and counted the Lien chips before nodding in satisfaction. "Pleasure doing business with you, finish your drink, it's on the house."

"T-Thanks."

"Enjoy the drink, sheep."

"Mel! Do you want to cause Junior to lose a potential repeat customer?"

"Whatever."

While the twins bickered and walked away, Jaune couldn't help but remember Melanie's words.

What was he doing here?

What made him so special that he should get into Beacon with out an ounce ofrealtraining?

Why should he try being something he's not?

Maybe his destiny was to become a farmer or something.

"Well then, destiny can go shove it!" Jaune thought, seconds away from grabbing the manila folder and marching out the clubs double doors.

That was until a bodacious blonde plopped down next to him.

She was wearing a brown jacket that bared her midriff, with golden-brown piping and short, puffy sleeves with black cuffs that feature two gold buttons. Underneath her jacket she wears a low-cut yellow crop top with a black flaming heart partially pocking out from her jacket on her left breast.

She also wears a brown belt covered by a pleated by a pleated brown piece of some kind of material reaching from hip-to-hip around the backside of her waist, with the same blazing heart emblem emblazoned on the right-most pleat in gold. Underneath the pleated waist cape thing is a long, lavender-to-white gradating asymmetrical piece of material that hangs down to her right knee, as well as a pair of black spandex compression short shorts. She also wears a pair of brown, knee-high boots with orange over-the-knee socks, with the right one pushed down just below her knee, with a grey bandanna tied around her left knee.

The bodacious blonde throws Jaune a wink, that embarrassingly enough made Jaune turn and blush, before turning to Junior. "Strawberry Sunrise, please! Oh! And make sure it has one of those little umbrella thingies."

Jaune, after getting over the fact a genuine, bonafide supermodel just winked at him, slammed back the rest of his overpriced booze, it wasn't his first beer as his dad and pops used to let him drink and cuss during their fishing trips as long as he didn't tell either of their wives, and grabbed his transcripts and made his way to the door…

… That was until he heard a few things happening all at once behind him. First was the music stopping and a gasp streaking it's way through the deafening silence. Second was the sound of blades being drawn and guns being cocked, living in the boonies had it's advantages. And his final clue that something was about to go down was some of the more intelligent patrons of the club to getting the fuck outta dodge.

Jaune, being one of those types of people that can't help but turn and face a dangerous situation, turned to find the blonde supermodel gripping Junior by the balls, quite literally in fact, and by his rapidly turning purple face, Blondie had one hell of a grip.

Jaune rested his left hand on Crocea Mors' sheath and started back towards the bar, thankfully half way there Blondie released Juniors family jewels and backed up a step. Jaune breathed a sigh of relief and turned back again…

… Only to turn back once more at the sound of a fist meeting a face and the sound of breaking glass, counter, and hopefully not bones struck his ears.

A second passed before all hell let loose. Blondie activated the gold bracelets on her wrist, which turned out to be concealed shotguns of all fuckin things!, and launched herself at the group of Juniors bodyguards. Simultaneously everyone of the rubbernecking patrons finally found some sense and promptly stampeded out of the club, unfortunately trampling a few people along the way. But before Jaune could even thing about helping the trampled people, Blondie had decimated the bodyguards and was currently charging the bear-headed DJ, who was trying to blast her away with a Valen Typewriter, emphasis on trying.

Jaune could only stand awe-struck as not only did the DJ completely miss every shot, but that the Blonde then fired twin shotgun blast behind her and launched herself into a superman punch that knocked the Bear-headed DJ the fuck out. Jaune was shaken from his awe-struck state by the twins he had briefly met walking nonchalantly onto the ruined dance-floor.

"Seems we need to get to work." Mel drawled out in an almost bored tone.

"So it seems." Mil replied, tacking the Blonde a little more seriously.

Before the twins could continue on with their plan, Jaune called out in a panicky voice. "Y-You can't really be thinking about going out there, can yo-"

"Shut it, Sheep!" Mel interrupted. "Be a good little sheep and leave the real work to the professionals!"

Jaune stood down, really what else could he do? And so Jaune retreated behind a pillar, fighting himself along the way.

"What are you doing?! We're trying to be a Huntsmen and you're running away?!"

"What can I do against THAT?!"

"Fight! Like Dad and Pops did! You think they ran away when someone needed them? You think any of the Arcs of old ran away when they were needed?"

Jaune nodded along with the voice in his head, after all heroes don't run away when people need them, before steeling his nerves and resolve. Jaune dialed and called emergency services before he unsheathed Crocea Mors' blade and expanded it's shield, then stepped out from behind the pillar.

The sight that greeted Jaune was one of the twins fighting side-by-side against the blonde brawler that had decimated the rest of the bar. The twins fought with the grace and practiced moves of dancers, truly it was a gorgeous sight to witness. When one would retreat the other would pounce into action, causing the blonde to retreat. But the blonde caught a seconds break, to which she would capitalize on to devastating effect. The blonde dodged one of Mils attacks and threw her in front the pillar Jaune was next to.

"Mil!" Jaune shouted as he ran towards the downed twin.

Mil groaned in response to Jaune cry, thankfully alive if a little fucked up. Jaune sighed in relief before turning to a struggling Mel.

Jaune didn't think, he just acted, and before he could think his shield left his hand and struck the blonde in the face. Jaune's body launched itself at the blonde, catching the shield before it could fall, and taking a crude defensive stance.

"The hell are you doing?!" Mel shouted.

"No idea." Jaune helpfully replied.

The conversation that was abut to happen was cut off by the blonde laughing. "Nice hit! Damn, didn't think anyone in here could!"

The blonde swept back her hair before smiling at Jaune and walking towards him with a noticeable sway in her hips. "Say, why don't we blow this joint and you can go out." She pointed both her thumbs at herself. "With a "Yang"."

Jaune could only quirk a brow and brace himself in response.

"No? Shame, I'd hate to mess up that pretty face."

Before Jaune could blush at Yangs remark, she had already launched herself at him with a shotgun blast enhanced superman punch. Jaune brought up his shield in time to block the hit, which made a horrid sound of metal straining and bone breaking, before launching Jaune backwards into the pillar, hard enough to cause a large spiderweb crack to form into the pillar.

Jaune rolled into a crouch and looked back towards the fight. Only to notice he couldn't see a quarter of his vision from his left side. Jaune tried to see what was blocking his left eye with the arm on the same side, only for that arm to refuse to obey his commands. In response to his rebellious arm, Jaune looked down and took stock of his condition.

His left arm was hanging uselessly by his side with Crocea Mors' shield acting as a weight, and his right leg had most of his Tibia sticking out of it. Jaune used his right hand to check on his left eye and the hand came back bloodied.

But Jaune didn't have time to worry about himself, Melanie was still in trouble. So Jaune got up and limped his way towards the fight, which had turned away from him so that Yang's back was facing him. The first one to notice him was Mel, who's eyes widened at the sight of him, the next was Yang when Crocea Mors' blade touched her shoulder.

"Well, well, well, look who's-" Yang turned and her bravado vanished as her face turned an ugly shade of green.

Jaune stood, if one were being charitable of the words definition, and held Crocea Mors' blade as steady as he could. "Le-Leave her… alone."

The two women could do nothing but stare in abstract horror in response to the state of the man in front of them.

Before either one of them could so much as speak, the tell-tale sound of police sirens blared onto the scene.

Jaune lowered his sword and smiled. "Ah… good, their… here." He said before his whole world went black, smiling all the while.


I hope you all enjoyed this little tale of mine – as unoriginal as it most assuredly is – and are looking forward to more.

Word of warning – updates will be sparse at best as my personal life likes to either zap me of creativity or overwhelms me with ideas.