Cuts of RWBY
A RWBY Fic Collection by AndrewJTalon
DISCLAIMER: This is a fan based work of prose. RWBY is the property of Rooster Teeth and WB Animation. Please support the official release.
Just a collection of plot bunnies and ideas for RWBY fics. Free for you to take and make use of.
For instance... A belated tribute to Akira Toriyama.
Jaune Arc was... Well, Pyrrha Nikos wasn't quite sure what to make of him. Indeed, most of the student body wasn't sure what to make of the very odd boy, aside from a macabre betting pool on when he would die.
The first thing she had noticed was how he had appeared. He'd shown up at Beacon in an orange gi with a Mistralian character (Fuujin for "Turtle", she believed) on his back, boots, arm warmers, and nothing else save his luggage. He'd made fast friends with Ruby Rose, the other oddball of this year's hopefuls: A 15-year-old prodigy with terrible social skills. Yet she at least had a weapon. Jaune had nothing.
The second thing? Those bunny pajamas. He'd worn them without a hint of shame, right in public That had set a lot more tongues wagging-Quite cruelly, in Pyrrha's opinion.
The third thing that everyone else missed? His easy confidence.
Confidence and ego were not in short supply at Beacon. Young hotshot hunters with incredible power and grades were ready and willing to prove themselves, and trumpeted their abilities loudly to form a hierarchy.
Jaune though... He didn't move like some novice who didn't know what he was getting into. Nor did he strut. He walked calmly, easily, as though he was in complete control and didn't even pay it mind.
It was... Similar to how she moved, if she was being honest.
He took every insult and snide remark with a gentle smile and a nod like it didn't even faze him.
Yet... While she had heard of the Arcs from ancient history (Who could forget Jean de Arc's defeat of the Witch Queen of Argus? Or Roland de Arc's conquest of Mistral?), she'd never heard of one without armor or weapons.
So, her curiosity piqued, she used Polarity to ensure her locker choice was nearby his. She headed to the locker room, and locked eyes on him.
She blushed a bit. He was pulling on his shirt, and-Wow. His physique was... W-Wow...
Ahem.
She walked towards him with her usual casual grace, but made her footsteps just a bit louder. Funny enough, she could see him twitch in response. Curiouser and curiouser-
"Hello Miss Nikos!" Weiss Schnee cried cheerfully, popping up in front of her. Pyrrha kept her casual smile up, even as inside she cursed.
Sneaky little...!
"Hello, Miss...?"
"Schnee! Weiss Schnee, of the Schnee Dust Corporation?" Weiss asked, shaking Pyrrha's hand eagerly. "I'm sure you've heard of us-So, are you thinking of joining a team? Because I believe we'd work together extremely well-"
"Hm? Oh, hey!" Jaune said cheerfully with an easy wave. "Pyrrha? That's a nice name."
Pyrrha blinked, and flushed. It was... A simple compliment, but so earnest.
"So, would you like to join my team?" Jaune asked both girls cheerfully, "Plenty of room."
Weiss made a face.
"Who'd want dead weight like you?" She scoffed. Jaune shrugged.
"Pyrrha might? You're really strong, right?"
Pyrrha blinked. He asked that in such an odd way, as Weiss goggled at him.
"Do you even know who she is?!" She demanded.
"Nope!" Jaune said cheerfully. Weiss gaped, and Pyrrha had to admit, a small, mean part of her really enjoyed that look on the heiress's face.
"Wha-Four Time Mistralian Regional-Professional Model-Pumpkin Pete's-!"
"Oh," Jaune looked sad for a moment. Pyrrha frowned.
"Is something wrong?" She asked.
"Oh, I just lost my Pumpkin Pete's hoodie when I got washed out to sea," Jaune explained, "Along with my family armor and sword." He sighed sadly. "That was my great-grandfather's."
"Wha-You were carrying around armor and weapons from the Great War?!" Weiss demanded in shock. "Are you an idiot?!"
Jaune hummed.
"Master Krillin says it's good to admit you're an idiot because then you can learn to not be. So... Yeah, I guess so?"
Weiss glared.
"Well what do you intend to do without any weapons or armor?"
"Protect people from the Grimm and other threats," Jaune said with a shrug and smile, "Isn't that why everyone's here?"
"I... You...!" Weiss sputtered.
"Would all Hunter-in-Training candidates please report to the Initiation Cliff," Professor Goodwitch announced over the PA system.
Pyrrha grabbed this out like it was the last parachute on a burning airship, and beamed.
"We should really get going!" Pyrrha said urgently, "We don't want to be late!"
"Good thinking!" Jaune said brightly, and all three headed for the cliffs. Weiss walked ahead of them, muttering angrily under her breath.
Again, he never lost that quiet confidence... And while his clothes were baggy, Pyrrha could certainly admit with an internal blush, she liked what she could see. A lot.
The Initiation was everything she'd been told it would be. Getting launched up into the air to land in the Emerald Forest, and fight your way back to Beacon. She had kept an eye on Jaune the whole flight, wondering what he would do.
He did not disappoint. Much to her amazement, he slowed himself down with his Aura flaring around him and landed easily in the forest.
She landed just as easily herself and made her way towards where he had landed.
She heard a great deal of violence in the forest clearing ahead and increased her pace. She breached the clearing... And stared in horror.
A pack of Beowulves were charging Jaune, at least six. They had completely surrounded him on all sides, and his back was to her. She sucked in a breath to yell a warning as they lunged, and drew Milo to open fire-
"KIENZAN!"
Jaune formed a yellow-white disk of pure energy from his hand, then threw it. It dashed around like a buzzsaw, slicing all of the Beowulves in half, then faded away. The Beowulves all vaporized, as Jaune leaned over, rested on his knees, and panted.
"Haa... Haa... Haa... O-Okay... Still... Takes a lot out of me," He muttered, "G-Good to know..."
Pyrrha's jaw nearly went to the center of the Earth. A warm, hot feeling enveloped her insides. Jaune seemed to sparkle in her vision.
"J-Jaune-!"
"YAH!"
Jaune spun around and punched the air... Which sent a blast of wind right into Pyrrha's face. Dumbstruck, she was blasted right off her feet into a tree.
"Oh... Crap!" Jaune cursed, as she blacked out.
Her vision and senses slowly returned. She blinked away a sudden headache as her Aura healed her, and stared up at Jaune's worried face.
"Oh geez, oh Gods, oh geez, I'm so glad you're okay, Pyrrha! Hey! How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Three," Pyrrha managed vaguely, staring intently at him. Jaune sighed in relief, and then stood up. He helped her to her feet, even as her knees wobbled.
"Ummm... I'm really sorry about that," he said, "I'm still working on energy sensing. Master Krillin said I think too much, and uh... Well, I really do, eheh... You okay?"
Pyrrha very slowly nodded.
"Y-Yes," she said, "That was... Incredible."
Jaune grinned.
"Turtle School training!" He said cheerfully. "Though uh, I'm still working on the higher level stuff. So... Wanna be partners?"
Pyrrha had grown up idolizing the ancient Amazons of Mistralian myth and legend. Powerful female warriors, who wouldn't love those tales? The most interesting ones though were when a worthy man defeated an Amazon. Proving his valor and courage, the Amazon allowed herself to become his wife.
It was perhaps a bit strange, but Pyrrha had loved the idea of a noble man who could match and then beat her in combat becoming her companion, her lover, her everything, and becoming stronger and better together.
Like an answer to her prayers, here he stood, goofy, earnest smile and all.
"Yes," Pyrrha breathed, "Forever."
Jaune beamed.
"Sure thing!"
Giddy with excitement, she accompanied the orange wearing blond towards the cliffs, already thinking of what kind of lingerie she was going to order that very night...
In another world that the hapless Jaune Arc had wandered into and then wandered out of, on a tropical island dominated by a small pink beach house with KAME HOUSE written on the side in English, a bald man with no nose looking out pensively over the ocean water. His small blonde daughter (also without a nose) played with crabs nearby. His beautiful wife, a statuesque blonde with intense blue eyes, relaxed on a beach chair in a bikini, while an old man in an orange shirt, sunglasses, and a large turtle shell on his back paced behind the younger man.
"Do... Do you think I did a good job, Master Roshi?" The noseless man asked.
"Only time will tell, Krillin," Master Roshi said, "But I chose you as heir of this school for good reason. Watching you train that boy demonstrated to me you have that potential. So I wouldn't worry too much about that kid."
"Besides," his wife said with a smirk, "If nothing else? He'll do well with women. You've ensured that much."
"I just taught him to be kind and help people with his power," Krillin argued.
"Worked pretty damn well for you, didn't it?" Roshi laughed.
Krillin beamed at his master, his wife, and then at his daughter who waved at him. He chuckled.
"Yeah... It did. Go forth, Jaune Arc. And I hope you do well... With saving your world, and women."
"MOSTLY THAT LAST ONE! EHEHEHEH!"
"ROSHI!"