Alright, first thing first. I normally don't do this but since Naruto is so freaking popular I'd beat there a lot of rule-lovers out here with enough will and free time to make looking around for the lack of it and flame the culprit a real job. Nothing against it. Really. I swear.

Disclaimer: RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum while Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto (who is really, really going too far with the late chapters. Kinda like Bleach. They should take tips from Eiichiro Oda).

AN: The only thing I own is my OC. I would like to thank all those who make his birth possible, both real and fictional. I hope you will like him. I know there are OC-haters out there, but every single anime/manga/whatever character was once an OC too, created for the first time by the fantasy of his author. So don't be biased please.

Also, read, enjoy, review.

Warnings: AU for both worlds (for RWBY until I have more info), some heavy language

Pairings: please don't even start. First I write the story and then we see which guy/girl interacts best with guy/girl.

MC's Theme: "Rebirth The Edge" (Sengoku Rance OST)

Prologue: I Got Framed!

Flashback

If only I had known what was waiting for me, I would've run away. Changed my name, my face and opened a bakery; the less profitable the better to discourage anyone from entering it. Scratch that, I knew exactly what was waiting for me. I just severely underestimated the magnitude of danger and madness with which the future events would hit me. It's like the more I ran away from threats, the more I find bigger ones waiting for me with open arms. Not the most charming of welcomes, I assure you of that. Since when did my life become such a mess? Oh right, since I was bloody kidnapped. As if the simple fact of not only surviving, the only one among dozens of other kids, but also remaining unaffected by it is so great of a feat. You read it right: they praised me for it, some insanity about a 'strong and mature child' and it being 'a sign of my potential'.

Let me make it perfectly clear: I did nothing to deserve it. I wasn't negatively affected because I didn't remember a single second of the ordeal. No I didn't repress the memories, I was simply so drugged I didn't wake up even once. I slept the entire time, dreaming about engorging myself with sweets without my mother butting her large butt in and chiding me with her whines about becoming fat. And for the surviving part, has anyone ever thought about how it was in Orochimaru's best interests that his subjects survived, so he could collect better data? I'm not saying the snake freak had morals or something like that, he just didn't actively try to make me and the others die because for his goals he needed at least one survivor. If it was successful all the better, more experiments could be performed. So I was just lucky, while Orochimaru was just pragmatic.

Aaah, I'm rambling again. Can you blame me? My life is a goddamn mess. And, I just realized I didn't even give you my name. I suppose I should introduce myself.

Hello, my name is Jin Araya. And I'm a Shinobi. Also called a Ninja.

What does the job entail? Oh nothing much: a cool headband, fancy outfits, the ability to breath fire and other gross violations of the natural order, kind teachers that let you play with real weapons and make you kill adult men once you're twelve. The tasks that a shinobi is called to perform include, but are not limited to: cutting the grass, catching lost cats, helping kind old men cleaning the house, playing bodyguards to important dudes, cutting the throat of said dudes during their sleep, fighting and killing fellow ninjas, torturing people for information and stealing them from heavily-guarded places, where the simplest mistake can screw you all the way to next year with a rusted light pole designed by a drunk surrealist who doesn't understand the concept of a straight line. Additional rewards can include a lack of private life, a psychosis and weird habits to cope with all the violence you'll be witness to, high-end psychopathy, mind rape to ensure you never spill out what you shouldn't, a bounty on your head if you're good enough, enough enemies to fill a baseball stadium and, if you fall in the line of duty or they simply can't find your body anywhere anymore, likely because the enemy ninjas are cutting it open to discover the secrets of your techniques, you have your name engraved on a memorial stone listing all ninja that were killed in action. To keep you company.

Fascinating, isn't it? Note the sarcasm: it's so thick you can use it to cut diamonds. Thanks to propaganda you learn how shitty the job of a shinobi really is only when it's too late. Me? They say ignorance is bliss.

I should probably start from the beginning.

I was born in the ninja village of Konoha, in a civilian family. My father Kirihito Araya was, and still is last time I checked, a cloth merchant and my mother, Higanbana Kurenai, aside from being the third of four sisters didn't have any quality worth mentioning, apart from her red eyes that she passed to me. Like many other normal families in Konoha they were content with leaving the protection of the village to the shinobi while they worked and created more work for the shinobi to do. A simple enough system.

One day...Hold on how old I was? Five? Six? Well I was a child, naive and an idiot. As I was saying, one day, after going to the market alone to buy some apples, since it was getting dark I decided, in a show of clear intelligence, to take a shortcut through a part of the town I didn't know. The last thing I remembered of that day was walking in a dirty alleyway, a hiss and nothing more.

I woke three months later inside the hospital, my entire body was aching and there was a big scar on my chest that started below my neck and ended before touching my navel. I still have it by the way, it still hurts at times. You knew what happened: kidnapping, mad ninja science and my rescue after the Third Hokage found out about Orochimaru. What I gained from the whole ordeal was at once both a blessing and a curse: the snake freak somehow managed to improve my chakra coils, giving me chakra reserves comparable to a Jounin. Because of that they said I need to attend the Academy to become a ninja and learn how to control my chakra to avoid hurting myself.

I am ashamed to say I was overjoyed at the thought. For my idiotic childish self, ninja were the coolest of the cools, the great hero that protected us from bad guys. It was a dream coming true. Had I known what the truth was I would have defected to Suna.

Ironically it was my curiosity that saved me. After starting going at the Academy I suddenly realized that I didn't know very much about what the life of a shinobi really was. The lessons from the teachers were too vague (bastards didn't want to scare us). So I sought a ninja with a reputation of being honest to ask him about his personal experiences.

I found Uchiha Itachi. Very, very ironically it was the future S-rank missing-nin that ended up saving me from the worst mistake of my life. I even thanked him for it.

"Thank you." I said as I bowed. "You may not remember me, but I owe you a lot."

"You owe me...?" Itachi looked me up and down. A flash of recognition. "Ah, I remember now. You were a student at the Academy."

"Yeah. I asked you to tell me about the life of a real ninja because the teachers were too vague. And you did: you told me about the missions, even those of S-rank, how life in ANBU was and all your experiences during the Third World War. You even described me in great details the preferred methods used by the Torture and Interrogation Division. You spared me nothing. And I ran away screaming."

"...I did, didn't I?"

"Ahahaha! What the hell Itachi!" Kisame Hoshigaki laughed. "I'm starting to think traumatizing little kids is a habit of yours."

From what Sasuke told us, me too. "Anyway; I was prevented from making the error of thinking being a Ninja is an awesome job. It's only thanks to you and your lesson that I am alive today and not dead."

"...Okay?" If I didn't know it was impossible I would have sworn Itachi was unsure of how to react.

"Itachi this is funny and all, but we have a job to do. So, are you going to stop us?" The man-shark grinned while grabbing the hilt of whatever monstrosity he had on his back.

"Nope." I promptly replied.

Both Akatsuki members blinked. Hoshigaki motioned to the unconscious Naruto and Sasuke behind me. "Isn't your mission protecting those brats?"

"I am a Chuunin and you are two of the most dangerous missing-nin in all of the Elemental Nations. Do you honestly think I can last more than one second against you?" I said with false bravado: in truth I was scared shirtless and wanted nothing more that bolting outside. But if I provoked them in any way I was a corpse. My only chance was to convince them I wasn't worth the effort. "By the way half the second is to step forward and the second half to swing your sword and reduce me to a blood stain on the wall. I can recognize lost battles when I see them."

"That's...a pretty accurate analysis. I barely need one second to kill you." Hoshigaki conceded. "But wait. Why didn't you just run away when you saw us?"

"You would have believed I was going to call reinforcements. That would have earned me a kunai in the back. So I chose to stay and explain my reasons in the hope you would understand my plight."

"...That makes sense."

CRASH!

"The great Jiraiya is here!" Ero-Sennin?!

Itachi's eyes widened. "...Unless you were only stalling for time until Jiraiya arrived." What? "To predict he would discover the Genjutsu I casted on that woman and lulling me in a false sense of security...it seems I underestimated you. Well done."

"No no no no no! It wasn't like that at all!" I denied with all my strength, but to no avail.

"Our Jin is modest as ever." Shut up you pervy sage! "You did well. Leave the rest to me."

He didn't have to repeat it to me twice.

But the truth? The truth is that I was sure the damn pervert was spending a happy time with a prostitute that somehow decided the old man was rich, leaving me and Naruto alone. And I sure as hell didn't knock out both Sasuke and Naruto to protect them. I did it because the idiots wanted to attack Itachi and Hoshigaki. Sadly my entire life is built on misunderstandings like this. Same for me carrying them away: I wasn't concerned about their well-being; I just didn't want the perverted sage to hold back in fear of hurting them and allow one of the two missing-nin to go after me. How could they say mine were selfless actions when it was clear I was only worrying about my life? Can they not see that?

After the scarring experience with Itachi I started to reconsider my priorities in life. Like how to reach twenty five and keep going without ending on the wrong end of a Raiton jutsu. I couldn't quit the school; I was stuck with becoming a ninja. At that time I already gained a reputation for being a hard-working and enthusiastic student, not exceptional but not bad either.

So I decided to hold back during classes and keep presenting a mediocre front at school, while in private I trained like a madman to hone my skills as best as possible, following the logic that the better I was, the greater the probability I had to stay alive in the hellish world waiting for me outside the village's walls. At the time I believed being average would have put me in a decent team, not one that was so bad that it would die on the first mission, but not one so good it would get all the dangerous missions, and secure myself a safe and comfortable job as a teacher until I had completed enough missions. Of course I was completely wrong about how the team selection worked, but I didn't know that yet.

Sadly I thought about keeping my private training hidden from the teachers, but not from my own family. So after my mother told to her family about how hard-working I was my cousin, a Chuunin, came to see it. I didn't know at the time she was about to become a teacher too, so believing I was safe I showed her my best.

Mother. Cousin Yuhi. I love both of you dearly, but I also hate you with all my being.

Once cousin Yuhi became a teacher at the Academy I couldn't keep up my charade anymore. The only saving grace was that, despite all my fears, I really was good without being special. I was average in pretty much any field save Fuinjutsu.

Ah, Fuinjutsu: towards you I have mixed feelings too. On one hand you make my life worthwhile. On the other hand it's because of you that I ended up struck with Ero-Sennin for two whole freaking years.

You see, I am not good at Fuinjutsu. Oh no. I am a genius beyond reason and belief. I didn't say that: Jiraiya did. He swore I had more talent than him and the Yondaime combined. A blessing, but also a curse because you see, having that kind of talent is bad. Very bad.

At least the promotion to Genin came. I was forced to pass it and put in a team with two of my classmates: Katsuro Tsurugi and Hideaki Hyuuga.

Our Jounin instructor was Anko Mitarashi.

I will spare you the horrifying, inhuman and downright seizure-inducing details of the living hell my life became after I met her. Suffice to say, I now hate snakes. With a passion.

It was almost worth it passing the Chuunin exam to become free of her soul-sucking, dignity-shattering clutches. Almost. I tried to make a poor impression: the exam was in Kumogakure, and the judges are always biased. Konoha is the same.

Who would have thought that they would be impressed with the Wind-Water-Lightning Combination technique me and my classmates created and used during the exam instead of being affronted at the fact Konoha's ninjas dared to show off with the Elements Kumo is famous for?

Paradoxically my years as a Chuunin were the calmest in my life up until now. Calmest in the sense I didn't risk dying every day: merely once a week. I tried limiting myself to simple missions, but more times than not they always ended up being more dangerous than their supposed rank. Like the time I met that nutso from Iwa that challenged me to an art contest. And for "art" he meant "blowing things up". Why me you may ask? Weelll, I may have a passion from exploding tags, that I personally make, and like to use them. A lot.

I mean, a title like "Red-Eyes Electrocuter", I get, but "Konoha's Crazy Destroyer" and "Human Weapon of Mass Destruction"? Did they think I like blowing things up with my tags? Absolutely not: I was always to take out the target without going near it. I mean if you know the target would pass through a forest but not the road it will take, you bomb the entire place with incendiary tags, right? Right? And that I am a sadist because I use Water and Lighting techniques together? Nothing could be more false: water simply makes Lightning techniques more efficient and let me end fights faster. That's all.

Still it wasn't too bad. I just needed to endure it for a couple of years, become qualified for an Academy job and finally enjoy a safe life in the middle of thousands of allied ninjas.

The wrench in my carefully crafted plans was called Naruto. And Sasuke. And Sakura. But mostly Katsuro. I remained close to my old teammates, sometimes we even did a mission together, so when Katsuro introduced to me the two boys he was helping in his free time I didn't think much about it.

Let me make it perfectly clear: I don't have anything against either of them. Even after I learned about Naruto's "guest" my opinion of him didn't change: I actually liked the little rascal. I was too young to remember the Kyuubi's attack so I didn't have the bad memories of many others. He was the same as me: an, almost, normal guy that had a rough life without deserving it. Same with Sasuke: in a sense I owed Itachi so I tried to be nice to him. That both Katsuro and Sasuke wanted Itachi's head was not my problem. At all. Personal matters and all that.

Later Sunagakure and Otogakure invaded Konoha. Nothing much to say about it, only that I had the occasion to meet Orochimaru face to face. I swear at the time I didn't know who he was or I would have run away. I simply saw a guy resembling a snake and my arm moved by itself. The only reason I hit him in the eye was because he and his goons were already fighting with the Third Hokage and a whole squad of ANBU while I arrived from behind. To be honest that should have clued me there was something very wrong. I didn't save the Hokage: it was just misfortune.

The same misfortune made me follow Jiraiya and Naruto to the old abandoned house of the Fourth Hokage. I think it was because I was bored at the time. I certainly was a complete idiot or I wouldn't have reacted like I did.

Naruto being the son of the Fourth Hokage? Meh; there were rumours Minato Namikaze was an illegitimate child of the Yamanaka clan. A secret laboratory in the basement protected by seals that could be opened only by a blood relative? The first was an urban legend and the second standard procedure for places like that. Said laboratory containing the secrets of the Fourth's Hiraishin technique and the Fuinjutsu knowledge of the almost extinct Uzumaki's clan from Uzushiogakure?

Now that was interesting. I already mentioned I am kind of a Seals nut; now I know Seals would be the death of me. Naruto, understandably, couldn't make heads or tails of the Fourth's notes. Jiraiya partially could but had problems with several areas that, by his words, 'violate at least three of the core concepts of Fuinjutsu'.

Me? It was like I wrote them myself. It was just so, clear you know? It was so complex and yet it made so much sense. I could understand the Fourth's notes, even better than Jiraiya. Working together with the pervy sage it only took me a week to figure it out and perform it. Amazing? Yes. It only had a tiny, little problem.

Performing the Hiraishin is like getting thrown in a washing machine and then coming out in a different place with the sensation your brain and your stomach just switched place. And it triggers my motion sickness. Yes I suffer from motion sickness. Nobody is perfect. When I need to travel in a wagon I take my medicines.

So what did the perverted sage do? He went to Tsunade-sama, our new Fifth Hokage, and asked, since he was already going to bring Naruto with him to a training trip spanning years, to bring me with them so he could make me his successor as a Seal Master. Never mind that such a promotion would put on my head a bounty as big as an S-rank missing-nin.

I admit I could have reacted better.

"NOOOOOO! I CAN'T DO THAT! PLEASE DON'T SEND ME AWAY TSUNADE-SAMAAAAAHHH!"

"What are you doing?! Get off me!"

RI-RIIP!

Yep, definitely better. Sadly my mouth often speaks before the brain can catch up with it.

"So the rumours are true. There is no way those aren't fake."

Like I said. Note to self: seeing a woman's, who also happen to be your boss and one of the stronger shinobi alive, bare chest is bad enough in itself. Telling her the cold harsh truth about what people say behind her back?

Let's say that the legend of a monstrous and previously unknown Biju, which some say looked suspiciously like the Fifth Hokage, chasing a group of three ninja all through the entire Land of Fire may contain more than a grain of truth.

Do you know what it means traveling with a sexual deviant and writer of shitty pornography? No? Lucky you. I'm not going to tell you about it so suit yourself. At least I learned a lot of new techniques. Jiraiya really made me a Seal Master.

And then one day we were attacked by a strange one-eyed masked guy from Akatsuki. My memories are a big foggy, but I remember being hit by a strange jutsu and blanking out.

When I woke up I was in a strange place. It was a city, but one way more advanced than what I was used to; filled with wagons that moved without horses and building of glass and concrete. Oh and half of the moon was crumbling. No I'm not joking. Faced with such a bizarre occurrence I did what any self-respected shinobi would do.

I kidnapped the first person I could find and drained his memories with a special Seal technique. What I found was, well, life-changing. I was in another world. Not the Elemental Nations but a land called Vytal decades, even centuries more advanced. Ninjas didn't exist; instead there were people called Huntsmen whose duty was fighting a race of monsters called Grimm that threatened humanity.

I should have felt scared. I should have felt the desire to go home. As far I knew I was trapped in a foreign world without my friends, a home and an identity. I was alone.

I was free. In that world where nobody knew who I was. There was no one forcing me to fight. I didn't need to be a ninja anymore. I am not going to lie; sometimes I missed, and still miss what I left behind. But, let me tell you something.

Freedom tastes great. Even when it's bittersweet.

Flashback - End

"The coffee you ordered sir."

"Thank you." I smile politely. Once the waitress walks away I take a quick sniff. No suspicious scents. Now to taste it with the tip of my tongue...no strange flavours either. Good. Aaah, this stuff is great: way better than tea. It warms your belly and drives away wariness like nothing else.

It had been three months since my arrival in the kingdom of Vale. A big cultural shock, a different language, no usable money and a lot of security-checking devices for which I had no experience. Any other man would have ended in troubles, likely arrested, locked in a madhouse or forced to sleep under a bridge while starving. So for once I was thankful for my training; if nothing else it made me adaptable. And the Henge, let's not forget the Henge. In a place without Sensors it was almost like cheating. Almost. Less than a week later I could pass for a native, I had a house and there was a document inside the registry office with my name and the strictly necessary information to make it legal. And just like that Jin Araya is now one of the many, many normal citizens of Vale. No more dangerous missions, no more deadly battles against insane enemy ninjas, no more assassins coming into your house trying to kill you, no more being stuck behind enemy lines in a barren earth country with only paprika-flavoured rations because someone, not me, fucked up big. I finally had a safe and respectable life.

Well, the last part is not exactly right. I turn to my left and behold my latest 'target' at the other side of the road. At first glance it's only an old, shabby building which once may have been an office complex with next to it a little and very, very cheap garden items shop.

Now, one needs to consider this: it's past midnight, it's raining and the only people still around outside are hobos and the occasional security guard for big and rich places.

So why the hell is the garden items shop still open?

I pay the coffee. I put my guitar case on my shoulder, open my umbrella and leave the bar. I walk to the shop and push open the door to enter. The products displayed inside are all old and covered in dust. One would question why it has not yet close for bankruptcy. I smirk. I reach for my pocket and withdraw a pack of cigarettes I brought today for this specific occasion.

At the counter a roguish bald guy wearing red sunglasses and a green tracksuit is reading a magazine of...questionable tastes. He lowers it and looks at me with a bored face. "Can I help you?"

"Got a light, man?" I say cheerfully while I take out a cigarette and hold it between my index and middle right fingers. "It's the last one before hitting bed."

The shopkeeper shrugs. "Sure. But you can't smoke here." He takes out a lighter and brings it next to me.

Sticpfh!

The guy stares in disbelief at the tiny needle sticking out of the cigarette's tip and piercing his hand's skin before dropping to the ground like a sack of potatoes. I chuckle. "Don't worry Sam. It's just a sedative. You will wake up tomorrow, with a big headache and missing the memories of the last two hours before falling asleep." I drag his body behind the counter and cover him with a plastic coat. "How do I know your name? Why, it's because I spied on you and those employers of yours for quite some time, waiting for the right moment to strike."

I open the door to the back of the shop, enter and close it. My hands flash in a series of hand seals.

Poof!

"That moment is tonight." I say with Sam's voice and body.

I move a flower pot, revealing a keyboard built in the floor after removing a brick.

"32-47-5-5-89." I type. "Next is 90-12-33-3 aaand...13." With a satisfied smile I watch as the wall behind the pot shifts and retreats to the side, revealing a staircase going down, with faint music coming from below.

After descending the staircase the reason for the music becomes apparent: a night club. From what I found out they took the old building's basement, sealed all the old entrances and remodelled it into what it is today. Nothing illegal, except the entertainment and beverages aren't the only sources of income.

Ignoring the dance floor full of galvanized people I walk toward a quieter part of the club, one where a lot of guards in sharp black suits discourage the clients from entering. But I, as 'Sam', have no such problems. Some of them nod to acknowledge my existence, the rest outright ignore me.

I almost want to laugh. This infiltration is going so well!

"Oh hi Sam! What's up?"

Talking too soon. But I'm not panicking, I predicted this would happen. Standing before me is a huge and muscular blond man with a well-trimmed beard wearing an expensive suit. Each arm is embracing a different girl in very revealing clothes. And, judging from the idiot smile and the smell of alcohol, he is wasted like a sailor. Perfect.

"Sorry Boss." I grumble in a respectful tone, sticking to 'Sam's character. "I need to use the toilet, but the one in the shop is broken. I swear I'll be fast."

"Pfh! Just that? Take your time; nothing is going to happen in your absence." You're right. Because it already happened. "By the way, did you see John? He should have come through your entrance."

...Who the fuck is John?! I've been watching the movements around this place for a week, I've been there already disguised to study the layout, I listened to a lot of calls and I never came across a 'John'! Shit! Is he one of the guards I didn't learn the name? Someone new? Did he come before me? Has he arrived yet? Shiiit! I need to speed things. And I also need to give dear 'Boss' a reason for not searching this 'John'.

"I saw him just a minute ago. But I don't think you will find him." I smoothly reply. "He was with a girl, you know, and they seemed eager for a...'different' kind of action."

"Ahahahah! That John! Always a Casanova! What was the girl like?"

Uh, need to think on the fly here. "A pretty tall blonde with a green and white dress full of pompons. Blue eyes." I put a finger under my chin. "If I'm not wrong he called her 'Jade'."

"...Sis?"

What?

"That mongrel dared to put his hands on my sister!?" He roared in anger. Waitaminute! Your sister?! "I will kill him!" With a final shout he lets go of his escorts and dashes away.

...Did I just, by complete coincidence, describe his sister? What. The. Hell? This is ridiculous. But also an opportunity.

"What are you doing? Go after him and stop him or it'll be a bloodbath!" I tell the flabbergasted guards. "I'll tell the others."

Still surprised they nod and chase after the howling blond. I run in the opposite direction, turn in another corridor and arrive before a huge door. In front of it there are only two guards, even if heavily armed.

"What's going on?" One of them asks.

"The boss is going berserk! He wants to kill John over a misunderstanding!"

They look at each other. "Shit! We better go." The second one curses. "If those two fight they'll destroy the hall." He turns to me. "Stay here and keep watch. You know what's inside."

"Okay." I watch them leave. Then, after making sure I am alone, I get inside and close the door behind me. "Of course I know what's inside." I drop the Transformation technique and concede myself a satisfied short laugh.

I really, really want to lead a safe and respectable life, but sadly the only craft I know is the one of the ninja. Coupled with the massive Grimm presence outside the four kingdoms and the inevitable criminal stream it can't be helped that I need to defend myself by any means necessary.

Plus taking advantage of such low level thugs is just so easy. And Vytal's weapons are just so, sooo coool and useful I can't help myself!

I open one of the nearby crates. Dozens and dozens of sparkling Dust Crystals of all sizes and colors greet my eyes. I pick up a crystal and examine it closer. "Gotta admit it, dear 'Boss' has good tastes. This Dust is high quality." I look at the symbol on the crate. "Schnee Dust Company? They know who to rob. Or to buy from. But who cares?"

I take out an empty scroll and lay it out on the ground. I take out all the Dust from the crate and put it over the first seal. A hand seal and the huge mass of crystals disappear in a puff of smoke.

"Storage Seals." I grin. "If you know how to use them, they are so useful." I open another crate. "And what's this?" I lift up a long rifle. "A Marlen 336-HCR? Capable of a rate of fire of ten bullets at second with sufficient power to reduce a Beowolf into swiss cheese? What a bad boy! In the scroll with you!"

For the next two minutes I proceed to empty all the crates and transfer the contents inside my scrolls, then put them inside another scroll to save up space. "Yup, this life is great." I blissfully sigh as I take out more Dust. "Nothing can go wrong."

BOOM!

"My sisteeeeerrrrr!"

"I told you, I didn't touch her even with a finger!"

The wall in front of me explode, opening a hole from which stumble out two men fighting each other. One is the 'Boss', armed with a bazooka doubling as a mace, and the other is a lanky guy in a brown suit fending off his opponent's furious assaults with a cane. Behind them quickly follow a large group of guards.

"Don't lie! I..." The blond stops as his gaze falls on an empty crate. Slowly, very slowly his eyes scan the area before making contact with my own. The lanky guy and the guards also stop and follow their leader's gaze. For a few seconds we all stand completely immobile, looking in each other eyes.

The 'Boss' is the first to break the silence. "...What the fuck are you doing?"

I look down at the Dust in my arm and back at him. "...I'm robbing you?"

Sometimes I question my own intelligence. There's simply no way I can pull out stupid moves like this and still being alive! Wait, this doesn't make sense. What the hell am I thinking?! And why am I not running away?

"Get him!"

There are...thirty of them. Oh yes, staying here is bad for my health.

I throw the Dust Crystal in the face of the first goon to change at me and bash his head with my guitar case. My steel-reinforced case. I whip out a kunai from my left sleeve, block an axe and kick its owner where the sun doesn't shine.

I reinforce my legs with chakra and jump over a large pile of crates. "Lightning Release: Lightning Clone Technique!"

"The hell?!"

Leaving behind five copies of me that engage the goons. Now that they are occupied it's time for me to bolt: leaving behind the rest of the goods is a waste, but my life is more important.

"Where do you think you're going?" Correction: not all of them are occupied with my copies. The two guards I sent away are in front of me. The first levels a shotgun at me. I throw the kunai at the hand holding the weapon causing the shot to miss me. Pfhew! That was close.

I punch him in the midriff, block the blow of his friend and use a move I learned from Maito Gai to toss both to the other side of the room.

At least! Freedom!

"Got you!"

Buwah!?

BOOM!

That new hole in the wall probably means the boss wasn't too occupied either.

"Gah!" I cry and duck down as another rocket from the bazooka narrowly miss my head. "Are you crazy?! Watch where you...aim..." I trail off, watching the shot sailing in the air and realizing with sinking horror where it's going to land: a large pile of crates containing Dust. Black Dust to be precise.

One of the most unstable and explosive types in existence.

I jump inside the hole in the wall and run.

KA-KA-KRAABBOOOOOMMMMM!

When I woke up it I found myself lying, battered and bruised, at the edge of what was once an illegal night club slash Black Market storehouse and is now a large crater, surrounded by policemen pointing their guns at me and the other survivors.

And now I am here, sitting alone inside an interrogation room in the nearer department of Police.

"My first arrest." I comment morosely while leaning back in my chair. "It had to happen one day, but damn..." They confiscate all my scrolls. I hope they are not idiot enough to damage them or later I will bomb this place.

I hear the door opening. I look down, thinking they finally decided how much of a fine I have to pay. As far as they know I have no connection with the other criminals so they can't accuse me of smuggling.

I expected a cop. Instead the man who entered is not wearing a uniform but black and green garments. Middle-aged, he has grey hair, brown eyes and wears a dark green scarf with a small purple cross around the neck in a classy way. His left hand holds a mug, while the right one holds a Scroll, the technological type.

For some reason when I look at him I feel a shiver going down my spine.

This...this can be bad.

"Jin Araya..." He leans in to look at my face. Okay this is creepy. "You...have red eyes. How peculiar."

"Yeah." I lean back. "I'm also hetero. Which is not peculiar."

"Eh." He says like he finds my answer amusing. He sits on the other side of the table. "Do you know who I am?"

"Not a single clue."

"My name is Ozpin. Professor and Headmaster of Beacon Academy."

Beacon? The school famous for producing the best Huntsmen and Huntress, the equivalents of ninja and samurai in this world? Oh, for the ghost of the Yondaime.

I'm in front of a Kage-level warrior. I'm so dead.

"Nice to meet you." I reply with false calm while inside I was shacking in terror. "If I may, what are you doing here sir?"

"That's a strange story." He takes a sip from his mug. Mmh, the smell of coffee. "I was already here for another matter, when I happen to stumble upon an...interesting video." He passes the Scroll to me.

My jaw drops. It's an almost perfect record of all I did last night at the club, from disguising as 'Sam' to the battle in the storehouse. How it is possible? "How? The entire place blew up."

"Yes." He folds his fingers together. "But it seems they were paranoid enough to put the recording room in another building. Crafty." What the hell! Since when the criminals in this city use their brains?! "It's also interesting to note your modus operandi resembles greatly the one of another person, someone that in the last two months gave a lot of troubles to Vale's criminal society. A thief famous for stealing from other thieves, for being able to assume the identity of anyone and for the liberal use of explosives to cover his tracks." He smirks. I gulp. "They call him many names, but the most famous is..."

"'Human Weapon of Mass Destruction'." I finish for him. I sigh, musing on the irony of one of my old nicknames being used here too. What a screw up: not only there is a video showing my ninja techniques, powers totally unknown in this world, but I caught the attention of an individual so powerful he could likely kill me in ten different ways before I could even grab a kunai.

I look at him with a weary face. "What do you want?"

He smiles. "I want you to attend my school."

"...Excuse me?" I wasn't expecting that.

His fingers brush over the Scroll, where a guard struck one of my copies, only to end up electrocuted when the Lightning chakra that formed the clone is released inside him moments later. "Your talents...interest me."

Oh, okay. So he wants me to attend Beacon. A place to train warriors of Jounin level and superior. For the explicit purpose of fighting the monsters of Grimm, who number in the endless and are powerful enough to give most Summons a run for their money.

I'm so going to die. "And...The alternative is...?" I tentatively ask.

He shrugs. "Going to prison."

Perfect! Years inside a cell beats almost certain death all the days of the year. "Well Headmaster Ozpin..." I grin as I stand up. "It is with my deepest regret that I-"

Blam!

"Sorry, we thought this room was empty."

"You...It's you! My club, my reputation. I lost everything because of you!"

"Stop! Take him away!"

"You replaced Sam and made John and me fight! You're gonna pay! I'm going to wait for you at the prison. I and all the guys on our payroll! Don't think you will survive!

Blam!

"...accept your gracious offer. When do I leave?"

En: And that's it for now. Deal with it. On a side note this is the most words I've ever written for a single chapter, more than 6000. Woah.

I would like to remind that I write for fun and to give other something interesting to read. Flames will be doused with the "Water Release: Great Waterfall Technique".

Now, I can put a Character Sheet in those notes of mine, but I read that someone doesn't like it. What do you think? I put it or I don't put it?

Jin Araya's Appearance: Hyde from "Under Night in-Birth" minus the sword. He has a weapons pouch on his left thigh and he wears his Konoha's headband around his right arm.

Jin Araya's Voice Actor: Ryohei Kimura, best known for giving voice to: Roche from "Neo Angelique ~Abyss", Akira Takizawa from "Eden of the East", Hinata Hideki from "Angel Beats!", Brave from "Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's", Judal from "Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic", L-Elf Karlstein from "Valvrave the Liberator" and, as expected, Hyde from "Under Night In-Birth".