Author's Note

I just first wanted to say that the plot of this story and everything came kind of on a whim. This is also a SECONDARY OFFHAND PROJECT. What does this mean?

Possibly little updates.

But couple of things to note as this fic starts.

Slight AU

It's still remnant with hunters and everything. There are just small differences in terms of characters and setting. To list a few:

The Arc family is ridiculously royal and prestigious in this story

Many characters will be from a 'recognizable' family. For example. Cardin Winchester. 'Winchester' will be a AU name where in this fanfic the Winchester family is a well known hunter/huntress family.

Jaune does not have great mass of aura.

2. Pairing

Completely undecided at this point.

With that in mind, let's begin

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: RWBY is not owned by me in any way or form. Credit is due to its creators.

A small ten year old boy walked inside. It had been a long time since he was called by his father. Not knowing the tragedy that would befall him, he walked inside. He squinted his eyes slightly as he needed to adjust his eyes to the light. After a while, he was able to open his eyes normally, and noticed that there was a bag in the middle of the room, in front of his father's throne.

He carefully walked towards the bag as he saw his father looking down upon him. Nervously, the boy started talking.

"F-F-Father? Why have you called me here?" His father's face expression didn't change. It seemed like a millennia before his deep voice bellowed out.

"I have called you today in order to tell you of a decision made long time ago." The boy's face was filled with curiosity. He listened attentively as his father continued.

"Being an Arc, expectations are followed. You have not met them. No… You surprised us with how incompetent you were." The child's eyes widened. What was his father talking about?

"Couple of years ago, you took the aura resonation test, just as your siblings had. Almost all Arcs show great reading. You, your aura ratings showed absolutely abysmal results!" The calm face on his father's face was gone now, and only anger was on it.

"As an Arc, you have completely failed! You have showed absolutely no aptitude in anything! You are a living stain on the legacy! And we have come to a decision. You are disowned as an Arc. The bag in front of you is my final gift of sympathy. You are a son of mine after all."

The blood in his veins ran cold. What was happening? Just up till ten minutes ago, he was having fun with his older siblings. No, this was just a test. It had to be. There was no way that this was happening to him.

"You are to leave the Family mansion… Now." Tears forming in his eyes, he walked to grab the bag. His tears started to fall as he slowly headed out. Out in the hall, he saw his brothers and sisters lined up. None of them were looking at him. They all had empty looks on their faces.

Why? Being the youngest in the Arc family, he was raised with much care and protection from his older siblings. Seeing the sudden change in their demeanor hurt him so much.

He pushed open the giant doors of the mansion with his small body. There was a blizzard, as if it was reflecting upon the emotions that his father was feeling. Anger.

He slowly trudged outside. He looked back once more. He wished for someone to come out and say that this was a prank. The only sound that greeted him was the sound of the door shutting.

The cold winds bit at his skin, and he knew that he had to move on.

The boy didn't know how long he walked down the mountains that the family mansion was on. It felt like hours. He was shivering, it was too cold. It seemed that he would be able to find warmth soon, he saw a light in the distance.

Having newfound strength from the hope, he continued to move forward, one step at a time. Until he heard a low growl.

He froze in fear. Only one thing could make those kinds of noises. Turning around slowly, he was met with two Beowollves.

He stumbled. He reached into his bag. His father must have given him something to defend himself with. Perhaps one of the weapons from the armory.

Please, please, please, please… He prayed for any sort of mercy from the gods above. His eyes widened as he saw a hilt. He had something to protect himself!

His hope was drained when he pulled it out of his bag. It was a knife. The knife was short, about five inches long. There was no way that he would be able to defend himself.

He turned around and started to run frantically. He heard the sound of foot prints of snow being made right behind him. He knew that he would never be able to outrun Beowolves. But had to.

He let out a scream of pain as he felt many sharp objects dig into his shoulder. A huge weight followed after, making him tumble in the snow. He reached for his shoulder to hold the wound when he saw that one of the Beowolves was biting him.

Vision going white from the pain, he held the knife with one hand and blindly stabbed in the direction of his shoulder.

A loud yelp joined the sound of his cries of pain as he felt the weight on his shoulder release. His knife was stuck inside the Beowolf's neck and the boy tried to hurriedly take out the knife.

It was then that he felt his stomach get impaled. The second Beowolf had run directly at him. Coughing blood, the boy and the wolf rolled around in the snow, leaving behind a trail of red.

"No, no, no, NOOOOOO!" The boy let out a helpless yell as the only weapon he had went out of his sight. The knife was too far away from him, and he still had another Beowolf to deal with. His back faced the snow while the front of his body faced the sky. Looking up, he saw the Beowolf on top of him as the wolf leaned down to aim for the killing blow.

Tears streamed down his face. Was this how he was gonna die? His dream of being a hero, everything, was everything just going to end like this?

No. He wouldn't let it end like this. He had to show his father that he was an Arc.

Letting out a strangled roar of anger, the boy tried to intercept the bite with his hands. But he was too weak. He felt sharp teeth dig into his neck. His left hand was also impaled from trying to stop the teeth from closing down on him. The tattoo of the Arc family showed on the back of his impaled hand.

It hurt. It hurt so much. But he wouldn't let everything end here. With the remainder of his strength, he grabbed the largest tooth inside the Beowolf. With everything he had, he twisted the tooth, causing it to shatter.

Using the tooth as his new weapon, he quickly flipped the tooth, making the sharp edge face the wolf.

"AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH!" He slammed his arm down, feeling the flesh that he pierced. The Beowolf on top of him stopped moving.

He felt warm liquid trickle down his chest. He didn't know if it was his blood, or the Beowolf's blood. He pushed the dead body aside and tried to stand up. The adrenaline numbed his pain, but it still felt like hell. He managed to somehow actually stand up. It lasted only a moment. His legs gave in and he fell down into the snow.

His eyes were half-closed. He felt so tired. Blood tainted the pure white snow. It created a cruel, yet beautiful scene of a dying boy. He closed his eyes. He needed a small rest….. Yes, that was what he needed…..

"Boy, do you wish to live?" It took almost everything to open his closed eyes. His vision was blurry. He couldn't see clearly.

"Of course…" It came out as a weak whisper. Nobody could hear such a quiet response. But the figure did. That figure smiled. He'd need much more determination from the boy though.

"I asked, do you want to live?" The voice entered the boy's ears again.

"Yes… Yes!" He croaked out. He tried desperately to stand and face the one that was offering to be his savior.

"Are you willing to throw everything away in order to live? The Arc name, everything?"

"YES!" The child roared as he was on his knees now. The Arc name meant so little to him right now. He would abandon his Arc name. He would never the carry the name now. His family didn't want him,

there was no point clinging to the past now.

He ripped the Beowolf tooth from the dead body and slashed it across the Arc emblem branded on the back of his already bloodied hand.

"I am no longer Jaune Arc!" The boy now named Jaune yelled. The figure smiled. This boy would serve as the perfect champion.

With that, Jaune's vision went black as he fainted.

He opened his groggy eyes. With a groan, he tried to stand up when he felt sharp pain shoot throughout his entire body. With a curse, Jaune layed back down.

"Careful with those wounds young one." Jaune's head snapped towards the voice. What he saw was a middle aged male with glasses. He was wearing a green scarf and seemed to be drinking something from a mug.

'Wait, where am I' Jaune thought as he quickly scanned the room he was in. The room was unique. It had gears around, everywhere. Noticing Jaune's confused face, the man started to speak.

"I'm sorry about not providing the most comfortable of environments for you. With all kinds of people around these days, we couldn't bring you to a medical facility. Normally, you would wake up in a cell and be released after figuring your identity. But…." The man ended his speech as he tilted his head towards Jaune's hand.

Jaune understood the gesture. The man had saw the Arc emblem. The man knew he was an Arc.

"Luckily, our patrols had managed to find you in time. Now, may I ask why an Arc was lying around almost dead at midnight?" The man raised an eyebrow while asking this question.

When he noticed the injured boy turn away, he let out a grunt of annoyance.

'Great' the man thought. It seemed that the boy wouldn't answer for some reason. He hated unanswered questions. And now he had a bunch of unanswered questions. But he would let the boy keep his privacy. The situation did seem extreme…..

"Do you know who I am?" He decided to switch topics as the boy seemed uncomfortable. When he saw the boy nod no, he answered.

"I'm Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy." Jaune's eyes widened at his. Beacon Academy was one of the three most prestigious academies in the world of Remnant.

"Let me in." Ozpin raised an eyebrow at the immediate answer the boy gave.

"Let's make a deal then. You tell me about your current situation, and I'll do everything in my power to enroll you in the Academy. Including that on your other hand." Now Jaune raised an eyebrow? What was Ozpin talking about?

Looking at the back of his right hand, he noticed a strange glyph like marking on it. He stared at it confusingly. When did it appear? He didn't remember anything after his fight with the Beowolves….

Ozpin let out a sigh when he saw the confused look on the boy's face. It seemed that this would yet be another unanswered question…..

"I'll take your deal. I'm Jaune Ar– No. I'm Jaune and I'm no longer an Arc." Jaune told Ozpin the events that occurred.

Throughout the whole story, Ozpin just carefully nodded at times, taking a sip of his coffee. He knew that the Arc family was very… Strict in terms of ability and power. But to abandon his own son? Was Jaune really that weak? He walked towards the boy and embraced him. Jaune had experienced things that no child should have.

"Jaune, can you try emitting aura?" Ozpin asked as he backed away after the short embrace. Jaune nodded at the question and closed his eyes to concentrate. Soon, he had emitted his aura.

To say that he was shocked was… an understatement. Not only was his aura weak for an Arc, it was weak for a human, even compared to those that weren't hunters or huntresses. Ozpin scratched his head as he understood why the Arc family would do such a horrid thing.

He thought what he should do with the boy in front of him. He already made a deal with him, saying he would enroll him in the academy. But enrolling someone with his level of aura was suicidal….

"Jaune, how old are you?"

"Ten." A curt reply came. That meant that Jaune had 8 years. Ozpin quickly formulated a plan in his head and nodded. Yes, this would do.

"Jaune, I'm going to tell you two important things." Jaune nodded as Ozpin continued.

"One. In order to enroll in the academy, you will need to undergo training." Jaune understood. He knew he was weak and needed basic training. "There's a dusty crow that is going to train you. I'm headmaster of the academy, my hands are busy. I will contact him and you will train with him."

"Second. You will enroll in the academy once you are 18." Jaune's eyes widened. He couldn't wait eight years! He was about to object when Ozpin interrupted him.

"Currently, for first years, 18 is the age in which almost all students enroll. I want you to be able to work with people around you. You can agree to this, or I won't enroll you at all." Jaune grumbled as he murmured an agreement. He wanted strength, and this was a free entrance that he wouldn't miss.

Ozpin smiled seeing the child nod. He quickly took out his scroll and contacted Jaune's future teacher.

Jaune felt sleepy soon after the conversation. He would begin training soon! He would become strong, so strong that his family would regret abandoning him.

But for now, he needed rest.

Currently, he felt like…..

Eight years later….

Shit. That's what he literally felt like as he felt a cold liquid pour down his hair. He let out a quiet sigh as he heard laughter around him. It was only a week into his first year and he was already the center of attention, something he thought he could avoid. He knew he couldn't with the initial aura projection ranking that took place in front of everyone….

"Jauney boy, are you alright down there?" Jaune heard a snide voice above him.

Cardin. Cardin Winchester. Jaune's favorite first year! Not. Jaune turned to look at the smirking face of Cardin. Jaune didn't know why, actually scratch that, Jaune knew exactly why Cardin picked fights with him. While Cardin came from the prestigious Winchester family, Jaune took the name of a unheard family. Having the weakest aura level in the school, Cardin had marked Jaune as the one to bother for the rest of eternity.

"Yep, I'm just fine down here!" Jaune yelled back. More laughter could be heard from the crowd around him.

Jaune was dubbed as the weakest of all the student body as soon as they saw him project his aura. He could barely project more than a child could! So the student body would always wonder how someone like him got in….

Ever since then, people would make small jabs at him or prank him. They all thought they were better than him….

They didn't know anything. The hell that Qrow dubbed as training that he went through, the time blood and sweat he poured from effort, the time invested to understand his power.

But this was something that Qrow had planned. A plan that Ozpin even agreed to…..

6 Years ago….

"A mock battle? Finally!" A 12 year old Jaune exclaimed with delight. For the first two years, Qrow had put Jaune through a physical workout hell. Endless miles of sprinting, thousands of physical exercises, it was something no one should EVER go through.

So it was surprising to Jaune that they would actually do something else. He grabbed the wooden sword that Qrow threw at him.

"A single blow, that's all you have to land." Qrow had said very briefly. Jaune smiled when he heard the condition to his victory.

This would be a piece of cake.

With a bunch of bruises, a black eye, and (he was sure that they were broken) a few broken ribs later, Jaune had learned that this would infact, not be a piece of cake.

It was so frustrating. Qrow was even drinking alchohol and was drunk currently. Even in his drunken stupor, Qrow could deflect, counter, guard everything that Jaune threw at him.

Qrow at the moment was looking curiously at the mark in Jaune's right hand. He always wondered what it was before, but tried to see if he could do something to activate it.

"No wonder the Arc family kicked you out. You're pathetic, even I would kick you out!" He guffawed while watching for Jaune's reaction in the corner of his eyes. He saw Jaune stiffen. Good, exactly what wanted to see.

Jaune felt rage course through his body. Qrow, along with Ozpin should know not to talk about his fucking past!

"Give up Jaune! I wasted two years spending them on a shit stain like you!"

His breathing quickened. Jaune stood up from the ground and faced Qrow. His vision started to blur. He didn't know what was happening. Normally, he would have charged directly at Qrow, swinging wildly.

But something told him to do something different. Jaune didn't know why, but it felt correct to do what he was about to do.

He raised the wooden sword high above his head, arching his arm back. With an angry roar, he swung the sword straight down.

Qrow didn't know what to expect. He saw the boy raise his wooden sword high in the air.

'What was he gonna do at that distance?' Qrow thought. Jaune was rather far away from Qrow. Qrow knew that Jaune couldn't use aura well. Was Jaune gonna throw the stick at him? He snickered inwardly at the thought. His small moment of laughter shattered instantly.

Qrow didn't know what hit him. All he felt was sharp pain spread throughout his chest. Looking down, he saw… Black? What seemed like black aura slash had cut him from the distance. When Qrow looked at Jaune, he froze.

The boy's blue eyes were now a bloodthirsty red. The white of his eye was now black. Jaune's body was hunched in an inhumane way as he stared back at Qrow.

Qrow's body yelled at him to run away as he stared back at the boy. This was dangerous as hell, but Qrow would make sure he would return the boy back to normal.

Jaune was his first student after all.

To say that Ozpin was surprised when a bloodied Qrow came into his office would be a huge understatement. Qrow was carrying an unconscious Jaune and dropped him down to the floor before collapsing himself.

"I….. I don't…. Know… What.. The… Fuck...is wrong….. With him…" Qrow barely managed to finish the sentence. He was wheezing each word out. Qrow told Ozpin the event after he managed to catch his breath.

One year ago, before Beacon admission….

After the incident five years ago, Qrow and Ozpin tried to think of two things.

One, what the fuck had happened to Jaune.

Two, how to use it to Jaune's advantage.

For the past five years, Qrow had tried to make Jaune control and use the power that was found. This was Jaune's only true weapon that he could have as a hunter. Jaune's aura was too weak, they would use this newfound power to make up for it.

After repeated simulations and many near death encounters, Jaune had somehow managed to get a small grasp of the power. Albeit small, Jaune had enormous power when using it. There still existed many problems though.

First was the appearance. When Jaune was using this power, he looked a spawn of hell. He had an emotionless look on his face, with the terrible black and red eyes.

Second was control. Yes, although Jaune could control the power, it was still random. He could lose control anytime, and would require hunters and huntresses of Qrow's caliber to shut him down. Qrow was a very realistic man, and knew that there would be little to no progress in terms of control in the next year.

So he came up with a plan.

Jaune would attend Beacon next year with many other students. In order to avoid harming other students Jaune would have to not use the mysterious power. Jaune would have to try and make use of his horrible aura throughout Beacon. In personal training sessions with Qrow, Jaune would be able to use the power.

When Qrow told Jaune the plan, Jaune could only stare at Qrow with a blank expression. It was true that he should avoid using the power…. But to use his aura? Was Qrow asking for him to get his ass kicked in mock battles and everything?

Ozpin had agreed to the plan and Jaune knew that he was doomed. He was gonna be deemed the weakest piece of shit in the academy. He only hoped that people would leave him alone….

Present time…...

So here he was with his only hope shattered. People had immediately singled him out and bullied him.

Oh Joy! Jaune just knew that he was gonna have fun in Beacon.

His only saving grace was the sound of the bell ringing, signaling the time for class to start soon. The crowd dispersed, and Cardin left with a smirk, leaving Jaune on the ground with Coke drenching his hair.

Yeah, he was really, really gonna enjoy his new life at Beacon.

Thank you for reading! Hope you guys have a good day!

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