Author's Note: Grid… is… processing. Thank you everyone who followed my story, just having someone like my work gives me more energy to type out the chapter.

So, you are probably wondering, Why Jaune? Why not just add Inosuke in, right? Well because if I were to make him a separate character, I would be confused in what team to even put him in.

That's when I thought of using Jaune A. who will be the team leader as in the original, but ya know, boar's head. I even had a background for Jaune, that before even Blake there was actually another character who had found him, but refused to take him with them.

Why? Well due to specific reasons.

Chapter Two: The same kind of fangs

"RAHAHAHAHA!" the boar faunus lunged forward, once reaching striking distance, unsheathing two long katanas from his waist, he struck sideways.

Blake's instincts kicked in, and her body moved on its own. She leaped back, narrowly avoiding the razor-sharp edge of the blades.

"Wait!" Blake cried out, her mind racing as she searched for a way to defuse the situation. "Can't we talk about this?!"

"Talk? What's there to talk about!" the faunus scoffed, his grip on his weapons tightening. "You trespass on my grounds, probably wanting to take my throne! There can only be one king of the forest, and that's…." lunging forward yet again, muscles coiled like a spring as dual blades sliced through the air.

"Me!"

"I'm! Really!" Blake's heart was pounding as she kept dodging his advances. With each side step, the blades got closer and closer much to her own liking. Eyes cautiously watching the razor-sharp blades that glinted in the dappled sunlight. "I'm not here to cause trouble!"

"Enough talking!" the faunus snarled, his boar-like features twisted in anger. Leaping on all fours again, he charged towards her.

"If you aren't going to fight.." he launched himself into the air, flying in Blake's direction with his right arm pulled back, "then I'm just gonna give you a reason to fight! Survive or die by my hands!"

Blake stepped back, ducked as the fist flew over her head and slammed into the wide trunk of a tree behind her, shaking it as leaves fell from it in the process.

She took this opportunity among the scattered leaves to create distance.

"Damn, I missed!" the boar angrily took his fist out, stopping briefly to admire the fist mark that he left behind in the trunk. He leaned towards the mark, tilting his head as his blue eyes sucked in all the details his beautiful punch made.

"Hehehehe." he giggled to himself.

Meanwhile Blake took the time to reassess her situation, her body tensed as a dozen questions shot into her head. But most importantly, right now she hopes that her words could get through to him.

"Look, please, I do… not want to fight you." Blake raised her hands, the boar faunus paused, turning to her with his ears up.

Good, good, he was listening!

"Listen to me." she controlled the tone of her voice into a gentle one. "I didn't come here to challenge your rule or whatever."

"Huh?!" the boar faunus hesitated for a split second, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Why should I believe you? You entered my territ-"

"Yes, I did. And I am so sorry about that. I honestly didn't know."

"So why do you keep talking?! Let's just fight already! You think you can just show up here, saying that you didn't mean to come? That you don't want to fight? Do you think I am an idiot! Why should I believe yo-"

"Because I have no reason to lie!" Blake countered, seizing the opportunity to press her case. "My name is Blake Belladonna. I'm a member of the White Fan- ex-member of the White Fang, and I've been running from my past, regretting, ignoring it and even barely acknowledging the facts now. If anything, I'm just like you, just trying to survive in a world that doesn't understand us."

"Huh?!" opposite of her, the boar faunus snorted hot air, if anything, Blake thought her words pissed him off even more "The hell do you mean White Fang?! I don't know who the hell that is, and what do you mean just like me?!"

Blake paused, her ears ringing with the info.

He doesn't know… the White Fang?

"I am…" Blake paused before removing the bow that was kept on her head. She stood in her place, her head held up proudly as her cat ears perked up in attention.

The boar faunus narrowed his eyes with interest.

"I am a faunus, a cat faunus. See," Blake's ears flopped up and down, "I am just like you…"

The atmosphere was quiet until the boar faunus asked another question.

This time, however, the question sent her enough shock that she almost lost her footing and fell.

"Are you stupid or something! I'm a boar, you're a damn cat, and… what the hell is a faunus?!"

Blake stared in disbelief, her lips parting before closing.

She was honestly at a loss for words.

"I'll… explain… Can we stop fighting?"

"It's more like me pummeling you than us actually rumbling, but, whatever." the boar faunus shrugged before stabbing his blades into the ground. He set himself down and lay on his sides, propping his head up with his other arm, "You got a few seconds!"

Blake took a deep breath, walking forward. Once she was near the boar underneath the tree, her body tensed, getting ready to pounce away once he tried to attack.

But seeing him just staring at her with no attempt to attack, she sat in front of him, her own weapon placed aside.

The boar faunus' eyes glanced at her weapon before staring right back at her face.

Blake's lips quivered before stilling. "Can I… have your name?"

Blue eyes met amber eyes.

A grunt escaped, but still answered, "Jaune Astray, for now at least."

Blake raised an eyebrow, "For now?"

The boar fau- Jaune, took out something from his pants and tossed it in front of him.

What Blake picked up was a cloth, it was a red scarf, red that somewhat dulled over the years, a name was sown on it, starting with Jaune before ending with an 'A' with the rest of the scarf missing, apparently ripped apart.

"It was the only thing that I got with me when I was just a baby. It's my treasure… besides my swords and my stash of food at my burrow. Jaune A. Every other day, when I feel like it, I'll add onto it so that my name is complete. When I do find a good name… meh, I guess I'll just stick with it forever. But for today, the names Jaune, Jaune Astray."

Okay, that… was kind of sad. A person who didn't even know their full name, but still kept an item that reminded him that he was a person? That was so sweet. Blake's eyes wandered to the scarf, her thoughts were hesitant as she jumped to another conclusion. Maybe the scarf was done intentionally, allowing Jaune to keep his first name, but refusing to give him a last name either, a family's surname, possibly… to cut off any relations they had.

As Blake grew more sure, thinking she got things right, her fingers clenched on the scarf, glaring down at it. Her chest heaved, "So, you were raised here… in the woods… this whole time?"

"Eh, pretty much." Jaune gave a low shrug, not noticing Blake getting even angrier by the second.

People, humans… were so cruel.

Getting heated, Blake shook her head. No, there's a possibility that Jaune's parents were also faunus, maybe when they gave birth to Jaune, and saw his face… they didn't want him anymore.

In a way, in another sick twisted view that she desperately doesn't want to agree with, she does see their point. After all, a child with such a face would definitely be isolated and discriminated against.

Especially for humans… just being a faunus can get people to just hate on you, even with the smallest of animal features.

So, imagine having a child whose whole head was that of an animal… she doesn't need future vision to know the result.

But still.

There was no excuse!

At this point, Blake was so sure she got the story straight, she was so angry that tears appeared at the end of her eyes, to the point where she was even growling.

A child was still a child! Be it human or a faunus, they are still children! To be abandoned just because of his animal features… There was no excuse.

No excuse!

"My mom was a boar, she raised me up alone when the whole herd pushed me away. They were probably jealous that I could stand up with my legs and fight! Hahahaha!"

Blake balked, not only were you raised in the wild by a boar who had mistaken you as one of their own, but the whole pack isolated you because of your human parts?

That's it, when she finds Jaune's parents, she was going to kick their ass.

"... Now that I think about it," Jaune tapped his chin, unaware that he was lost on topic, and that she was supposed to be answering his questions instead, he spoke again. "There was a person here, way before you…haven't seen him again since several years ago."

At this, Blake perked up, shuffling closer. There was a person here, maybe he discovered Jaune, but why didn't he take Jaune with him.

Why didn't he save him?

"... K-Kcow? Wroa? Quow? Ah, dammit, forgot his name. Anyway, when I was just a tiny swine, he showed up one day in the forest. Smells kind of funny, always holding a jar of some kind, drinking from it while muttering about something about a bird or family problems. He showed me my name by reading my cloth for me, nice guy. Sometimes leaves fancy food, better than any fruit or chestnuts I have ever tasted. Guhahaha!"

Blake's anger grew again, alright.

It's decided, if she ever found Jaune's parents or the person who had countless times to take Jaune out of the forest and place him into a nice warm orphanage, she would kick their ass.

Like really hard.

"Alright, it's okay. We can start off slow." Blake took out a small book, opening it and placing it on the ground, "This is my diary... a journal I made, all about the White Fang, the organization I joined for so long before quitting when I realized their actions brought more harm than peace, here, see for yourself."

She pushed the little diary towards Jaune who then proceeded to look at her like she was some kind of idiot.

"Are you stupid or something? I don't even know how to read!"

Blake took a deep breath.

Yup, it was decided.

She was kicking several asses later in the future.

Kick. Their. Ass. Very. Hard.

That's a promise.