Restoring the Family Honor

Chapter 1; How Far we have Fallen

The real reason Jaune never trained to be a hunter is that he was busy fighting the temptation to be a playboy. It's Jaune vs. his imagined Harem. AU, Some crack.

Disclaimer; I don't own RWBY and this is total AU. Enjoy the ride, check author's note at the end for concerns, and kindly leave a review.

This is told primarily from Jaune's perspective, and he is not the most reliable narrator. Other perspectives will be equally unreliable.

-Honor-

Jaune Arc let the cold water continually run over him, closing himself off from the rest of the party being celebrated a few feet away. He didn't want to cut himself off, but the meditation was necessary for his sanity.

"Inhale… Exhale"

He cracked open one eye to check the situation. Bad idea. His adoptive sisters had started a splash fight. It must have been his uncle who had somehow convinced all of them to wear primarily white swimsuits. Most of them were faunus, and none had any reservations against playing dirty. All of them were soaked. The results were far too tantalizing for the fifteen-year-old boy. He almost wished it wasn't a private pool so that there would be some punks he could beat up for ogling his sisters to distract himself from ogling them himself.

His closed his eye again. They were his sisters, no matter what blood or his uncle or the girls or their faunus traits or even his own libido said. He refused to be like his uncle, who was undoubtedly using this whole situation as fodder for his books. He wasn't going to give the man the pleasure of the romance he was obviously trying to force by constantly bringing home the beautiful girls that were his age and leaving the poor boy as the only outlet for their interests. Even if they were adopted it still counts as incest. At least he hoped. Otherwise he'd need something else to tell his libido. The incest excuse was already wearing thin and most of the girls seemed to like the idea of the brother role-

"No. Calm… Inhale… Exhale."

When Jaune was younger, he used to like Uncle Jirai. The man gave out advice, presents, and stories freely, and always brought along playmates for the boy. He seemed great when you only saw him a few times a year; the man's faults didn't come out at family gatherings.

Then Jaune's parents were killed by Grimm, and he was sent to live with his uncle full time. At the fragile age of six, he was introduced to a drastically different life.

Jirai was already moderately famous; Headmaster of Signal, acclaimed writer and director, play-boy philanthropist, but a reputation as a bit slow in the head. But the truth was far more sinister. He was a genius, but more than that he was a master of manipulation. The public saw only what he wanted them to see, and never understood the true reasons behind them. No one ever saw the villainy lurking behind that socially awkward smile.

The man was a megalomaniac! A man obsessed with himself and with a side obsession of furthering the family name of Arc. But he does it in the most shameful ways possible! The halls of Signal were decorated like a gaudy museum to the Arcs, the shame! He spent his time at dances and charity events instead of going out and killing Grimm, the villain. And the poor orphans that he took in always stuck around to help further the Arc line. His "sisters" were seven such orphans that the man surely adopted for no other reason than to raise as the ultimate examples of what the Arcs can contribute to peace, and also to subject Jaune to endless amounts of teasing, flirting and tests to his self-control.

It was disgusting. Well, everything except the parts about his sisters, they were just unfairly beautiful. And most of the kids that Uncle Jirai housed were actually pretty cool. And the food at the events was pretty good, even if he didn't know what he was supposed to do and always ended up being tossed from dance to dance between his sisters. And it was actually kind of cool seeing their family history on the walls.

But the Arcs were supposed to be warriors, Heroes! His uncle should have been a hunter, a knight, or at the very least join the police! Security guard? Whatever, there should have been no place in their legacy for a puppet-master.

The worst part was how well the bastard pulled everything off. The general public praised him as a hero, and his enemies sneered at his soft-heartedness. The children were delighted to have purpose as servants and consistently refused any offer to go elsewhere. Half of Remnant was eating out of his hand without realizing that they had been tamed.

Disgusting. Disgraceful. Unworthy.

"No, bad Jaune! Calm. Inhale- Oh Crap! Water up the nose! Inhaled water! This was not a good idea!"

Jaune burst forth from under the waterfall, hacking and coughing. This immediately attracted the attention of his sisters and one ran up to him. She could only be identified as a spider faunus by the eye-like marks on her forehead or the bulge of the spinnerets on her wrists. "Cherri; she IS training to be a doctor. Makes sense she'd jump to help."

The siblings stared into each other's eyes, unsaid words passing between them. Their heads inched closer together. Jaune broke eye contact. Cherri drove a fist into his gut, forcing both breath and water out of him, before seizing his head and giving him mouth to mouth. With an awful lot of tongue.

"No! Bad Jaune! Down boy!"

When his sister pulled away for breath, Jaune quickly averted his eyes again lest he fall into temptation. He quickly found his uncle lounging at one of the pool chairs and giggling as he wrote furiously. Suddenly, everything became crystal clear. He was just being paranoid because of the constant mixing of aggressions and affections from his step-sisters. None of this situation was his uncle's doing, the poor man was constantly battered in his own romantic attempts. The only things he had right was the need to restore the Arc honor and the fact that he cannot get too close to any of his beautiful but crazy step sisters for the sake of his own sanity and safety.

He firmly ignored the part of his brain that wanted to call them kinky. Hormones make fools of even the best men.

Of course, not getting any experience with the only females that he had regular contact with meant relying on his uncle's advice when he was finally able to escape. But surely his sisters were the only confusing and crazy girls he would meet; there can't be that many in the world that he can't find at least one normal cute girl to date.

Unbeknownst to him, what Jirai was writing was not ideas for his books. Instead it was a letter to his superior Ozpin. The message contained only four words.

"All according to Plan."

-Two Years Later-

Jaune stared down at the letter in his hand. An official acceptance letter to the prestigious Beacon Academy, birthplace of heroes. He was going to be a real hero! Sure to get accepted he had to sneak into his uncle's office, forge a couple signatures, and pretend his uncle's hunting lessons were for Grimm not women, but it was worth it in the end. Now he just had to pack his things and keep his uncle from learning about so he wouldn't have time to enact any crazy schemes.

A hand landed on his shoulder and his blood froze. "Please don't be her, please don't be her, please don't be her!"

"Now what has my adorable little guinea pig got? Is it a plan to run away without telling me? You should know better after what happened last time."

His face slowly drained of color as she linked her arms around his chest and settled her chin to peek over his shoulder. "Why, Why, WHY? I was almost free! Now I'll never escape! Why Oum? Why do you want me to suffer at the hands of these fallen angels?"

"You applied to Beacon and you didn't tell us? Naughty, naughty." Her hands released around him, but left a trail of sticky silk that she looped around him. "I guess it's fortunate that I kept the letter offering me a job working in the Beacon infirmary then. I couldn't bear the thought of my favorite toy left alone to whims of some other beautiful, genius, considerate doctor; she might try to steal you away from me!"

Jaune barely held back a whimper as he was turned around. Cherri was one of the most active of his sisters in slowly driving him insane. Sure he was glad to cook for them, give them his opinion on their clothes, give massages to relieve stress, help with their studies, be a shoulder to cry on, defend them against anyone that might hurt them, and cuddle with them to help them sleep, but that didn't mean he had no urges of his own! "Actually, thinking of everything I do for the seven of them combined… I'm their pet, aren't I? Once I get to beacon, I need to make some guy friends and set them up as soon as possible."

"Now, how do I look?" She gave a spin to show off her open doctor's coat and the red dress she wore underneath. She was only two years older than him but was already a certified doctor and his personal physician. "Is this enough to keep your attention?" She gave a teasing wink and leaned over to test for a reaction.

He was stiff as a board. All his muscles had tensed while his brain worked futilely to try to find a way out of the situation.

And of course, none of this escaped the spider faunus' attention. "So tense." She was cooing in his ear. He prayed to Oum for salvation, but was pretty sure that he was forsaken. "I have a muscle relaxant that needs to be tested. Why don't you try it? You'd never refuse; you're such a helpful guinea pig. Nurse Cream, to the Lab!"

Before the (un)fortunate boy had a chance to protest, the aforementioned nurse filled his vision. He was able to make out her two-toned hair before she caught him in a bear hug that acquainted his spine to her chest. There were two things to be thankful for in that situation. One was that everything about Cream's body was soft. The second was the healing side effect of her semblance that meant he would still be able to walk after this if his mind was still intact.

Heavy footfalls coming around the corner signaled Jaune's only hope of salvation. Uncle Jirai popped his head around the corner and took a second to take in the situation. Jaune mouthed pleas for help. They went largely ignored.

"Girls, what are you doing to Jaune?"

Cream took one hand off of his back (still somehow keeping the same amount of pressure) and waved to the man, full of false innocence. "We're gonna play doctor with Big Brother!"

Jirai blinked once more before slowly backing away. He always bought the innocent act from Cream. She was the youngest, only sixteen, but she was easily blatant with her advances. "Ever since she unlocked her semblance and bonded to me, there hasn't been a day she hasn't molested me. All in the name of healing me or stocking up on my aura. How does she do that anyway? My aura's still locked! Stupid symbiotic semblance giving sexy phsycho's excuses for assault. Even if her healing aura feels really good…"

Cherri took the opportunity of his crushed lungs to push forward with her plans. "I'll just go through the disclaimers, if you disagree with any part just speak up. Now the experimental drug I'm going to give you will put you in a very relaxed state, both mentally and physically. Side effects may include; temporary paralysis, permanent paralysis, drowsiness, narcolepsy, post-hypnotic suggestions, unexplained bruises, spontaneous desire for attractive doctors, loss of memory, loss of control, loss of virginity, loss of sanity, loss of sleep, loss of limb, and extreme thirst. No objections? Good. Then I just need your opinion on what clothes for you to wake up in. Do you want it to be my clothes, or the sexy bunny outfit? Or you could go naked. Either way, your clothes are going to be traded for favors. Anything to add, Nurse Cream?"

"What about that butler outfit? I liked that one, it came with jacket, tie, and thong. I wanted to get a massage while he wore that."

"Jaune hasn't gotten around to fixing it yet, we keep interrupting him."

"Oh well, bunny massage it is. Unless Jaune wants to break free and ravage us until we're his loyal pets, I'd be okay with that." She let her hand drift down to his butt. "I mean, I would not mind serving this fine ass."

Jaune would have sighed if he could get any breath in his lungs. Thankfully Cream's aura was healing any physical damage, but the mental pressure was ever increasing. "Just think of this as training. Aura flows from the soul, so having a stronger soul must mean stronger aura, right? I can't think of anything that would make for a stronger soul than having to live every day resisting temptation like this. But seriously, what was Jirai thinking? Was he trying to set me up for this? All the girls are taught by tutors, and he doesn't allow any other boys near any of the girls. It's only natural that they turn to the only option. Then he still feels the need to make me learn and practice things like massage and cooking to 'get girls'. Then there was the body sculpting, now I can't even walk past them without each of them finding something to drool over. And if this was intentional, why didn't he choose normal, sane girls?" a sense of weightlessness overtook him for a second as he was tossed into the air, before landing on an examination table and Cream taking a seat on his waist. "I just need to survive and hold out long enough to get to Beacon. Then I'll have a team that can run interference and help save me from crazy girls."

Meanwhile, Ozpin sat in his office examining the profiles of the incoming students. Even though the teams and pairings had the appearance of being random or controlled by the students, the truth was the exact opposite. Every detail was meticulously prepared to achieve the optimal result, and the students never suspected a thing. Put four males on the same team to give the needed support and frustration to play the bully. Arrange the dorm rooms to strand his champion in a sea of estrogen. Offer the illusion of male support with the pair of orphan girls from Kuroyomi.

A report pinged onto the headmaster's scroll from one of his most trusted agents. A smile bloomed across his face. "All according to Plan. Soon you will join us, young Arc, and then the truths of this world will become clear. Mwha ha ha ha Mwhahahaha MWHA-"

A knock on the door interrupted his laughter. Glynda let herself in before he had time to finish hiding his shameful habit and grabbed one of the files. After a brief perusal she set it down. She stared down the headmaster until he averted his eyes. "Ozpin, what did I say about interfering with the love lives of students?"

"Don't manipulate people into relationships just because I'm bored. But this is important! There's a reason!"

"And what is this supposed good reason?"

"It is necessary to answer THE question. The question every man has asked himself sometime in his life! How do you gather and keep a harem?"

"…I'm not certain you're lying and I'm not certain I don't want you to be. I'm confiscating the coffee maker though."

Ozpin watched as his deputy left the office before sending a message to make sure that the boy would bring a coffee maker. "Yesss. Sooon. MWHA-" the sound of breaking glass signaled the destruction of an innocent coffee pot. The headmaster let a single tear fall. "I'm sorry my friend. Your sacrifice will be remembered. I swear on that boy's harem that I will make sure your dream comes to fruition. When that maid café goes up, it will be in your honor!"

-End-

I'm not certain if I'm going to continue this, but it was getting in the way of writing other stories so I may as well get it out. Yes, I know I'm a terrible author with inconsistent schedule that doesn't update what he promised. Hopefully this will tide you over until I finish what I said I would. Plus, what are you really going to do? Refuse to favorite the story? Send me money so I have something to lose for not keeping my promise? I take .

Onto the story. Honestly, this story started as something that was supposed to be serious. Jaune wanted to restore the arc honor after his father abandoned the legacy. It would explain why Jaune had no training and was completely ignorant of hunter stuff. But that was just too bland and was more of a cannon theory than an idea for a story. So rather than just not being a hunter, Jaune's father became a manipulative bastard. Of course, if he's manipulative, then either the old man sucks and everyone hates him for it, or is a master and no one but Jaune realizes that it's happening. The later fits my writing style more. Of course, saying your dad is secretly a master manipulative bastard and no one else can see it makes you sound rather paranoid. And thus, the idea of poor Jaune going slightly bonkers after being constantly beset by his seven sisters was born.

In the end, it became a story of what Jaune was really running away from when he joined Beacon. Poor guy is a chew toy.