The Jaune with two souls

Okay so this fanfic is about Ospin and Jaune going through bacon with Os in the head of Jaune. So basically Ospin dies duet a heart attack due to an overdose of caffeine in the form of coffee. Due to Ospin's ability to transfer his mind to another body he goes into Jaune's body. Now our shining knight will have to deal with a Beacon headmaster in his head while dealing with usual life. 'This is talking' "these are quotation marks" (when text is in ( ) Jaune is talking to you), A/N or authors note will be written as this and thought will just be wrote down like normal narration and Ospin's voice or thought will be shown as this.

Chapter 1: "I hate you dug" (Revised)

As the sound of an irritating bing! forced my eyes to awaken in a slow movement. As the cruel burning light infested my eyes, a yawn was forced out and my muscles ached for movement leaning up I stretched my arms out feeling pops and cracks. My back arched as my chest raised from the comfortable surface that was my mattress. While my body reacted to the morning disease called walking up, a annoying buzz that was my alarm roared like a lion with anger issue.

With a lazy movement of my hand I hit the top of the sound maker, missing the first few times I am finally am able to hit the god forsaken machine's off button. I don't know why someone would intentionally put this in your room, the only reason I keep the cursed thing was because I fear my Mum more then I do sleep deprivation. 101 to surviving the Arc house hold. Never, ever! Tell Mum bad news in the kitchen, it is scary what she can do win a spatula.

Using what little energy I had, I slid my legs off the bed along with the bed sheets with it. Blood rushed to my legs as I got off the bed and I could feel my back ached as it hunched over weak with tired legs.

I wore nothing but a blue bunny onesie. (Don't judge me, it's comfortable.)

Moving my neck sided to side to to stretch it out I reveal the room around me. It was a plain white room with a single large rectangular window granting light over eight single beds with a meter space space in-between that hugged the walls of the room. A circular window was placed next to a door on the opposite wall to the beds and windows. A inbuilt closet that covered an entire wall filled with female clothing except for the few are male wear.

It was a fairly standard room. Yet as the eight beds was shown by the light flowing through the window, all of which were empty.

With an tried sigh I forced my body towards the door with several pops and cracks within my body going off as the morning makes walking a gruesome task. placing my hand on the metal doorknob which sent shivers down my spine due to the cold touch. I opened it showing the corridor on the other side of the door. Walking outside I glimpse the corridor

The design was that of a basic one two large lights shone on the hallway with a white tile floor design and white coloured walls filled with art. They were mostly painting of nature featuring lakes and forests. The quality of the paintings were realistic and well done but no where near of a professional. At the bottom write hand corner it had the name, "Jasmine Arc".

Walking through the hall I found myself in a room that I find my self often in. The kitchen/lounge room. There was a kitchen which took up 1/4 of the entire room which had a kitchen bench which had a sink, oven, stove, a small fridge for drinks, and all other things you would find in a kitchen bench. On top was a microwave and toaster. Behind was a white fridge and cupboards and drawers. That took up the left of the room from here I was standing and in the middle was a glass table with eight wooden chairs, on the wall (which was white) was a shelf on display due to the weapon it carried. Crocea Mors in it's sword sheathed into the shield form of the weapon. To the right was a T.V in the corner with two navy coloured couches facing diagonally to the T.V and a small space between the to couches. A wooden table large enough so both couches could reach it was placed before the T.V and to the left of the wall was a glass sliding door leading to the balcony, that was stories above the ground. Yet the m ain item that drew my eye was four girls ranging from twelve too seventeen. Each with a bowl of cereal of pumpkin Pete's marshmallow flakes.

However one girl who wasn't with the other four walked up to me. She had platinum blonde hair that was straighten out and went down just pass her shoulder and she had bright blue eyes. She had large gold earrings and her cheeks puffed and her face covered in makeup that made her face almost doll like. She wore a pink jacket with a white shirt beneath. She wore a blue skirt and black leggings beneath. She was 16 (This takes place a year before beacon) as well, due to being my twin.

Behind her was packed bags and she was currently reaching for Crocea Mors.

"Well good morning Jaune, woken up just in time for me leaving. You know to a real hunter academy." She said as she took the sword and shield down.

Thats right, today was the day she went to Signal. They start school later in the year. The reason she was talking Crocea Mors was because she proved herself to dad that she deserved it more then me to dad. She never let me go idea without forgetting that she was better then me.

Too tried to care I replied "Good morning Alice. A pleasure as always." Yawning I walk over to the couch with my other siblings.

"Don't mind her Jaune. She's just mad cause her and Jarred broke up for what, like the fifth time." One of the four girls on the couch said. She was 15 and with light blonde hair, her eyes were dark blue and she wore no makeup however she did wear hoop earrings. A black leather jacket was worn over a blue tank top shirt that reached down to navy coloured jeans. Her skin was pale and she had the her hair in a ponytail. Her name was Simone.

"Almost, It's the fourth offical time they broke up. Fifth if you include the 'unofficial' time apart after Alice kissed that other guy." Replied a young girl who was 10 years old. She was fairly short for her age and had dark coloured blonde hair that was wrapped in pigtails and bright blue eyes that shone. She had a purple hoodie that was too large for her and black skirt on. Her name was Rebecca.

"I accidentally tripped and our lips brushed against each other. It was an accident." Alice retorted.

"The dude was like eight feet. Even if you did 'accidentally tripped' you still wouldn't be close to reaching his lips unless you tried to. Not gonna lie but I think he is going to have quite the talent for a basketball player." Simone pointed out. Alice gave a snarl at the fifteen year old.

"You know I'm fully capable of stabbing you right now. Unfortunately I'm going to be leaving for Signal academy and instead of talking back to me Rebecca, you should start practicing for Signal. Your approaching the age to start going there, you wouldn't want to end up like Jaune now would you?" That hit below the belt as me eyes drifted down into the cereal I prepared while during all of this.

As Alice left I could hear her complaining about how tripping and accidentally kissing someone is something you shouldn't be blamed for. "Don't listen to her Jaune, Alice has always been a bitch." One of the 2 girls that hadn't spoken during all of that was Zoey. She was 17 and wore a blue scarf above a red shirt, Zoey also had dark blue jeans on. Her hair was that caramel and eyes of sapphire. "What did you just say?" Asked Rebecca innocently.

"Uh… I said Alice has always been a bully?" Zoey answered questionably as if trying to convince herself. "Smooth Zo real smooth." Said the final sister. She was basically a young clone of Alice in appearance except she wore no make up or jewellery she was 13 in age and wore a dark t-shirt with a blue skirt. Her name was Grace.

"Yeah but she ain't wrong. Here I am going to some scrappy school while Alice will soon be joining Spring (If you are wondering Spring is one of the 7 sisters and she's in Atlas instead of Beacon and the other sister Sapphire also Amy is going to a university. Just so everyone knows i'm not just forgetting about 3 sisters.) in Atlas after she is done with Signal. How can I compete with that?" I complain, my heart fell as even I have to know where to cut my loses.

"Not easily. I mean the chances of you even getting close to her level is if you become a total badass, grim slaying or world saving hero in the next year." Zoey confirmed. I couldn't help but glare at her. I mean sure I don't have years combat of experience but I can still be a hero.

Sitting down eating my cereal next to Rebecca I couldn't help but sit there in annoyance. Alice was always our dads favourite ever since she picked up a sword. I tired compete with her but I was never good enough things got even worse when she went to signal and I didn't. I don't know what they did but now she can kick my ass so easily I don't know why I bother.

"How about some T.V to cheer up."Simone stated as she used the remote to turn on the T.V.

"This is Lisa Lavender reporting breaking news of a sudden death. Professor Ospin of Beacon Academy has suffered a fatal heart attack. Paramedics believe the cause of this overdose of caffeine and think that is tragedy was cause by large quantities of coffee. Professor Goodwitch comments "I told him that decaf wasn't that bad and might save his life. I was almost fired that day." The news of how this effects Beacon is unsure, but we can tell it has brought many to tears. The council however has made the decision of electing Glynda Goodwitch head master of Beacon. Our only hope is that this disasters will not affect to young students of Beacon more then it already has.'

The T.V was suddenly turned black again. "Okay maybe T.V wasn't the best way to cheer you up." Simone reconsidered.

God I hate pity, it hurts more then what alice says sometimes.

"Look if its all the same I would just like to go to school now. Do you know what time mum is returning back home?" I asked as I stood up going to the sink at the kitchen to clean my bowl.

Grace answered "Mum won't be home for ages. Hell she is hardly here in the morning nowadays. The busy life of a surgeon I guess."

Time Skip: To school

What is school, good for? Answers simple really, to help you train, have epic battles and kill monsters, well that would be the answer if you were going to a combat school. Sadly I go to regular school, with regular people and regular lives. Kids in the back talk, kids in the front listen. There are the class clowns, bullies, nerds, geeks, divas, goths, smokers, alcoholics, cool kids, jocks, outcast and then there is me. I'm part of the huntsman wannabes. sadly that means i'm low on the food chain:

Cool kids

Divas

Jocks

Bullies

Class clowns

Nerds

Geeks

Goths

Huntsman wannabes

Smokers

Alcoholics

Outcast

Anyone lower then class clowns is prey for bullies. And sadly that meant I am in that prey section.

My mind wondered off as the teacher rambled on about world war 2 or our assessment on persuasive writing. Wait what class was it again? I'm sure it wasn't important anyway, if it didn't have anything to do with being a huntsman it did't matter.

"Now as you are all aware as this is business class-" Uh I wasn't even close.

"and due to me being contractually forced, I am here to ask the class what they will do next year."

"Isn't it the start of the year? we still have ages to decide." One kid in the back interrupted.

"Well that explains your last years report card then Joanathoan." A few snickers could be heard through the room as the teacher remarked.

"Now Sarah any ideas." The teacher continued. She was that of a typical diva hot, sexy and always had the latest fashion.

"I am going to be a lawyer after I graduate." She responded.

"With your grades?" The teacher asked raising an eyebrow.

"What does that have anything to do with it?" she asked.

"Okay Sarah is going to be a stripper, anyone else?" The teacher remarked which was returned by a glare from Sarah.

"How about you Jaune?" He questioned as he began looming over my desk. Now during all of this I was currently in a book. Not reading just trying to sleep a little.

"Uh… Could you repeat the question?" I asked wiping my tired eyes and shutting the book infant of my face as it didn't work what so ever.

"What are you going to do after this year?" The teacher answered with a bit more ferocity than last time.

Great this again. Why I hated this was pretty clear at my school. Due to the social ladder I could say 'I am going to be a huntsman.'

which would make everyone laugh at me and mock me, or I could say 'I was thinking about something in architect.' which no one would care about.

Sadly I chose the wrong thing to say. "I plan on going to Beacon." I would of slapped my self there if it wasn't for the fact that I had to cover my ears from the shear laughter.

"Jaune be realist, i've seen a cat beat you up." the teacher laughed.

"Hey that cat had claws. I was genetically disadvantaged." I defended which the class laughed more at.

Amiss the laughter though I was hit by something on the back of my head and then landed on my desk. picking it up I open the note which read. 'Meet me on the roof of this building, you want to be a huntsman I can help.' Glaring at the offer I knew it would be a trap. My life sucks and if it was true then It would probably have one hell of a back lash. Placing the card in my pocket I wait for the laughter to die down.

Time Skip: Lunch

With the sound of a 'clang' my locker door closes. "Bro you have to do this. This is a once in a lifetime chance" My friend Dug said next to me. He was also a Huntsman wannabe. He had a brown hair and was a bit fat. he wore a green shirt and brown trousers, he was around 6 ft and his skin was creamy.

"Look if there is a guy up there waiting to beat the crap out of you then I got your back.'"And I had no doubt that he wouldn't.

"The only time people are invite to go to the roof is to get beaten up. There is a blind spot for the cameras and the bullies use that to make some sort of fight club." I respond as I began to walk away with a sandwich in hand.

Two things are going to happen, One I get the best deal ever, or I get beaten the hell up. The second option was more common then anything else

"I'm not doing it." I responded as he and I walked down the hallway.

"Look I will pay you 10 lien if you go up there. I promise." He bribed.

He was so lucky I was low on cash. "Look fine. I will go up there okay, so lets just go." I complain, I lost my bus money on the way here to school.

Following Dug through the school was less then ideal as well it involved giving me time to think about how stupid this plan was. And boy was it stupid. The chance of someone actually wanting to help me was less the one percent. I may be not the best at maths but even I knew that meant I fucked up.

Dug and I finally made our way up to the stairs.

"Maybe the person can make me a huntsman as well wouldn't that be cool." He said.

"Yup. Fan-fucking-tasic" I said rolling my eyes as I walked ahead of him to the stairs.

Now walking up those steps was so nerve racking that my teeth chattered. "Holy shit, I'm going to get punched, I'm going to get punched, I'm going to get punched." I repeated in my own little chant.

"Maybe you shouldn't look." Dug said as he opened the door to upstairs. And there they where a crowd surrounding one man Andy "blackout". The worst bully of them all he got his name from the fact that he beat kids up till they fell unconscious.

"Why hello Jaune, fancy meeting you here. Want a spar?" He said

"I hate you Dug."