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It was another day, a day unlike any other.

It should have been like that.

But before him, stand a scene that exasperated him. The pervasive smell of ash filled his nose. Flames as far as you can see. People around him were panicking and trying to prevent the flames from spreading through the neighborhood. He pinched the bridge his nose in exasperation.

He turned to the culprit with a glare that rivaled a teacher.

The culprit's cheeks burned with embarrassment. Her ebony hair cascading down her left side of her face as her amber eyes glistened with tears. She was embarrassed at being caught like this.

"Cinder..." He began but stopped with a pause.

Looking straight at her eyes with emotions of disappointment, that rivaled a parent catching their children in a cookie jar. She flinched, looking down at the ground as to avoid looking him.

"What in the name of Root would give you ideas to burn an area that was filled with dried, burnable grass?

"…" Cinder did not answer.

"Cinder, please…?" He asked with a tone of pleading.

"I wanted to feel warm, and it sounded so very… warm." She said in a trance-like, befitting of a victim of hypnotism.

What, really?

This was why, he did not dream of being a hunter, too much explosions. Imagine giving volatile materials from twelve to fifteen year olds. If there were more like Cinder and his sisters…

'KYAHAHAHAHA' His sisters cackles madly with glee, destroying everything in sight with supernatural powers of untold proportions.

He shivered in chill at the revelation.

And, all of them were nineteen years old and older.

Oh, the sheer chaos and havoc.

'My Root, what is wrong with this world?' He cried in despair.

Turning his face to hers, she was crouching with her hands crossing her knees, looking at the flames with ill glee.

'PLAK'

He had face palmed.

'Oh my god, I am friends with a pyromaniac.' He thought in exasperation. This was beyond his responsibilities. He was only 11 years old for Akasha's sake. He was not a therapist for the mentally unstable kids.

'With people like them, it is no wonder that my hair is turning white'

"Uah…" He sighed.

'Creak' The sound of flames burning though out the desolate, abandoned park reminded him to put out the fires. No sense in letting the flames burn the entire neighborhood. Hey, he might be eleven but he still knew that he should help put out the fires.

And, so he asked.

"Cinder, can you please put the flames out please?" He turned to her, asking her pleadingly.

"But…" Cinder tried to interject. She clearly did not want to her Haven to end.

So much stuff to burn...

Seriously, what is wrong with children these days?

"Cinder, you know better to do this… I know you dreamed of being a great huntress… But there are better ways to do this." He gently touched the shoulder of his childhood friend.

'sniff' 'sniff' "Fine…" She said while sniffling.

"Come on, I'll help you." He reached out his hand, offering his help for her to stand.

Grasping his hand with her delicate fingers, while the other to wipe her tears. She stood up.

She smiled, thinking…

'May this day last forever.'

With her and… Jaune.

Three years have passed…

Cinder had moved away, simply saying she had a reason to do it

An apartment filled with the bare essentials.

A television stood there playing dramas.

A rickety window that was opened partially letting out cool windy air.

There sat a youthful boy with blond hair and a long strand from the back of his head. He had an ahoge on top of his head. He looked feminine enough to be mistaken a girl.

Even if people did not believe him, he would violently and vehemently deny that he was a girl.

He had lounged away at his apartment, staring at the television boringly. Because there were no other activities for him to simply do. All other academies were, either is too focused on producing Hunters and Huntresses.

"Ah…" He breathed out. His warm breath visible to this cold air

To which, it was hard for him to get a manageable education for a peaceful life.

Alone

For it was either a sink or swim.

Alone

Trial and error.

That was why he chose the most easy jobs there were.

Alone

A Chef.

He needed experience, in doing so; he got a job at the local bar.

He looked at the clock apathetically, before walking to a stand that holds his jacket. It was a simple jacket given to him by his sisters. He simply put on his jacket, patting any wrinkles that were there.

Alone

He stood silently.

He turned, looking over at the empty and lonely apartment.

He left.

With the revelation, that he was truly Alone.

Author's Note:

Jaune and Cinder is a bit different. As you can say, I wanted to flesh out their character.

As to what, he meant by Root and such… Well you would have to find that for yourselves. I haven't type a story like this for a long while so you would have to forgive me if I put this into a bad perspective. Also, there will be chapters divided into arcs.

For now, it will be Jaune's past this time.

See you Again, Ja Ne.

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