As promised here it is, my second fic. the first few chapters will be mostly canon although following Jaune's viewpoint most likely. I do hope you enjoy.

The blonde haired boy clutched his arms to his stomach and did his best to take slow and deliberate breaths, it was all that he could do in his efforts to prevent himself from emptying the contents of his disgruntled stomach right there and then. The airship's flight was not anywhere near as smooth as he had been hoping for and his motion sickness was playing up. The Airship itself was luxurious, furnished with deep carpets, couches and even vending machines. A testament to Beacon's high level of funding.

At first his joy at being accepted into Beacon had been boundless, the school was perhaps the most prestigious of all the advanced combat schools that Remnant had to offer and the fact he had been granted a place there was cause enough for celebration, even if his application had been completed through certain... unorthodox means.

This boy was one Jaune Arc, the second youngest child of Louis and Mabel Arc and their only male child. He came from a proud line of hunters and huntresses, including each and every one of his older sisters. And now, that would include him too.

Jaune braved a brief glance out of a nearby window and caught his first glance of Beacon's campus, sure he had seen photographs of it but they couldn't truly do it justice. It was huge, a collection of buildings sprawling across a gigantic plateau above the city of Vale. The buildings were large and ornate, with towering pillars and sweeping arches. In the centre was the famed 'Emerald Tower', a huge clock tower set with gigantic sheets of green stained-glass. The sun shone brightly hitting the tower and bathing half of the campus in a soft green light and giving it an altogether unearthly appearance. His fellow passengers around him looked on with gasps of amazement and murmurs of appreciation.

He was forced to tear his gaze away from the sight as fresh waves of nausea washed over him. He stared at the carpet at his feet, studying every inch as though it were the most fascinating thing on Remnant in an effort to calm his rebellious stomach.

In the background he caught snatches of speech from a holographic display screen a short way away. From what he could gather it was another news report about a string of dust robberies believed to be carried out by the notorious criminal Roman Torchwick. A thief whom had been terrorizing Vale in recent weeks.

In addition to that there was brief mention of another violent protest by the 'White Fang', an infamous terrorist group using violent means to establish equality for the Faunus. They attacked dust-shipments from companies which exploited Faunus labour and struck out a human-supremacist meetings often leaving death and destruction in their wake.

The news reporter was cut short as the broadcast was replaced with a holographic projection of a blonde woman. Jaune looked up at the apparition with renewed interest, his motion-sickness temporarily pushed to the back of his mind.

The projected woman was quite tall, although whether that was because she was wearing heels Jaune couldn't tell. She was relatively young, appearing to be no older that her mid thirties, and she looked great for it. She was clad in a simple white blouse and black skirt hemmed sharply just above the knee. Her eyes were of a entrancing green colour and sat behind a set of square framed glasses. She bore herself a stern yet not unkind expression, if Jaune had to sum her up in one word it would have been 'precise'.

Everything about this mystery woman had its place and seemed rather efficient, nothing being without purpose. Save for one thing, her cape. It hung from her shoulders and down to around her knee level. It had no order to it, following a swirling design that seemed somewhat out of place amongst the rest of her outfit. She was beautiful but not in the traditional sense, rather she was beautiful in a 'I'll break you if you try anything funny' sense.

'Who is she?' Jaune wondered.

"Good afternoon, I am Glynda Goodwitch-" Jaune internally face-palmed as the holograph introduced itself.

"I am a professor here at Beacon. We are fortunate to be experiencing a wondrous time of peace and prosperity, and as future huntsmen and huntresses it shall one day be your responsibility to uphold that peace. Please be aware that you shall be arriving soon, prepare yourselves and allow me to be the first to say; 'Welcome to Beacon'."

Jaune sat and pondered the professor's words. Goodwitch was right of course, here he was about to attend perhaps the most prestigious academy that the world had to offer. His situation dawned on him bringing about a profound sense of realisation that this wasn't just some distant moment in his future, but that it was really happening. His family had given him no indication of what they could expect, they had simply given him the family sword Crocea Mors and sent him on his way. He couldn't help but resent that a little, all his older siblings had their own custom weapons which had been built especially for them but he as the only male heir had been forced into using the family heirloom.

His musings were interrupted by a gurgling sound rising from his stomach. The blonde's eyes widened in horror as he knew exactly what it meant. His stomach had finally had enough of being ignored and was about to make a statement.

Panic welled up in him as he shot to his feet and anxiously scanned the airship's lavish interior for any sign of a potential receptacle for his breakfast. He knew that eating such a large meal before flying had been a thoroughly bad idea but his mother had insisted. Hope rose within him as he caught a glimpse of a sign pointing to the craft's onboard bathrooms. He set of at a run diving and dodging around his fellow passengers hoping to get to safety before the ticking time-bomb that was his stomach went off.

He bolted round a corner and caught a brief glimpse of gold before colliding with something soft and hitting the ground with a subtle thud. Jaune started as he came to his senses and found that he was entangled with a somewhat annoyed looking blonde girl. Quick as he could muster he climbed to his feet apologising fervently and offered her his hand. She took it and hauled herself to her feet rubbing the back of her head.

"You should watch where you're going!"

She was quite tall with long and flowing golden hair. Her eyes were a calm lilac, a strong contrast to the look of annoyance burning within them. She was clad in a brown leather jacket under which was a yellow t-shirt marked with what appeared to be a burning heart. The jacket was open at the front to allow for her sizeable 'assets'. Around her neck was tied an orange scarf and on her wrists were a strange pair of bracelets, the likes of which Jaune had never seen. They were bright gold and trimmed with black. Her lower legs were covered by her knee high platform boots and around her left leg was tied a single piece of blue cloth. Around her waist was hung a strange half-skirt, it covered her behind but left the front open allowing view to her black short-shorts. She was gorgeous by all accounts.

"Relax Yang, I'm sure he didn't mean it!" a soft and high pitched voice said.

Stood besides Yang was another smaller girl. She looked as though little red riding hood had leapt straight off of the pages of a story book and into reality. That is if little red riding hood had carried around .50 calibre rounds on a belt around her waist. The smaller girl had short-ish black hair tinged with red that fell around her face framing the most captivating silver eyes Jaune had ever seen. Her attire itself did seem to be a carbon copy of little red riding hood, a simple corseted skirt of red and black accompanied by a plain black belt. Her belt buckle was elaborately shaped into a rose.

Jaune opened his mouth to agree but at that very moment the dust-ship lurched. With a slight heave the poor motion-sick blonde lost a portion of his breakfast...straight onto the toe one of Yang's boots. He looked to her in horror waving his hands in front of him as to signal that he hadn't meant it. Her eyes were no longer lilac but had flared an angry red, and the flowing golden locks of her hair were tinged with flame.

He soon found out the nature of her bracelets as, with a series of mechanical clicks and whirring sounds, they transformed into a pair of fearsome looking gauntlets before his very eyes. Jaune backed away with a look akin to that of a frightened rabbit in his eyes. Little red had leapt onto Yang and was desperately trying to wrench her away from him as Yang cocked back a fist.

It was like watching David and Goliath in reality as the little rose girl struggled to reign in the raging blonde and calm her down.

"Yang, stop!" She pleaded to the taller blonde. Yang's eyes transitioned back into their lilac, although a hint of red was still present.

"Ruby, he puked on my shoe! These are brand new!"

Jaune blushed bright enough to be mistaken for a traffic light as he went into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief. He sheepishly offered it up to the angry blonde before him.

"I-I'm sorry about your shoe. I didn't mean to, honest! P-please take this to clean it?" He stammered, praying to all the gods both known and unknown that he would make it out of this alive.

Yang gave him a glare and slowly reached out taking his favour. She stooped down and proceeded to wipe clean the brown leather of her boots. Once done she handed the soiled cloth back to him, the look in her eyes cooling back down as the anger dissipated.

"Accidents happen right?" Yang grumbled before walking away, the young redhead in tow.

"See you round!" Ruby called back to him.

Jaune was left alone once again. He slumped to the floor against the cabin's wall in defeat and stared at the ominous damp patch in the carpet where he had hurled mere moments before.

'Good going Jauney, you're not even at Beacon yet and already you've thrown up on a girl's shoe and nearly been beaten up...' He thought sarcastically venom flowing through his mind's voice.

The only silver lining to this cloud was that his stomach seemed to have settled down now, he glared at the carper in frustration. He just wanted the flight to be over, things had to get better once he was back on solid ground.

The aircraft docked and Jaune barrelled off, pushing past people in his rush. He looked about frantically until at last he found what he was looking for. He made a beeline for it moving as fast as his legs could carry him, Crocea Mors banging against his leg uncomfortably.

He wrapped his hands round the rim of the trash can the moment he reached it and loosed the remainder of his breakfast in an angry torrent. The back of his throat burned when he eventually finished heaving. His hands were trembling as he wiped his mouth on the back of his glove. He took deep breaths to calm himself.

An earth-shattering explosion rang out making him jolt and dive to the ground. He looked up just in time to see a huge fireball billow into the sky accompanied by what he thought was...ice? The smoke and dust cleared to reveal an angry looking girl in white shouting at the same little redhead from before. Although he couldn't make out what they were saying it was clear that the girl in white wasn't best pleased.

The blonde staggered back to his feet and made his way over to what was now a sizeable crater in front of the campus. In the epicentre lay a somewhat dazed and confused Ruby. He arrived just as the girl in white stormed off. He made his way over to her skirting around blasted and scorched pieces of luggage as well as the odd disgruntled servant. He stepped into Ruby's view and offered his hand with a smile. She nervously took it and he helped her to her feet.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked softly. She nodded in response and looking him up and down.

"Aren't you the guy that threw up on the ship?" she giggled.

Jaune blushed bright red in embarrassment.

"Y-yeah, but motion-sickness is a lot more common than people let on y'know?"

"Whatever you say Vomit-boy." She replied, a smug grin on her face. She was clearly quite proud of the nickname she had just given him.

"It was an accident! I couldn't help it. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time is all. W-what should I start calling you Crater-face?" he said getting more flustered by the minute.

"I'm sorry, Vomit-boy was the first thing that came to mind." she explained defensively as she tried to backpedal.

"W-well my names Jaune, Jaune Arc. Short, sweet rolls off the tongue. Ladies love it." He said with a wink. Though he would never admit it, he had been practising that line in front of a mirror ever since he got his acceptance letter.

"Do they?" Ruby giggled and raised her eyebrow.

"T-they will, or at least I hope they will..." Jaune looked at the ground. This was not good, his attempts at conversation were beginning to flounder.

"Well, pleased to meet you Jaune. I'm Ruby. Ruby Rose." She offered her hand which Jaune shook.

The two walked together in awkward silence for a long while, Jaune whistled quietly to himself, unsure of what to say or do. Surprisingly enough it was the little Rose next to him that broke the silence. Her face lit up adorably as she retrieved a large metal object from underneath her cape.

"Soooo I got this..."

She hit a button on its side and it began to whir and click, just like Yang's bracelets had done on the airship, as it unfolded before his very eyes into a large scythe more than six feet in length. It was painted the same colour as its wielder's hood and had a spear tip on the base of its haft. The blade was long and curved, honed to a keen edge. But perhaps strangest of all was the scope and magazine protruding from two thirds of the way up its haft.

"I-is that a scythe?"

"Its also a high impact sniper rifle" she responded, caressing the weapon as though it were her very own child. She sighed softly as she caught his blank expression.

"Its also a gun." She explained, pulling back the bolt and cocking the weapon as though to illustrate her point. The little Reaper looked at Jaune expectantly, with an embarrassed look he unsheathed his family's sword and offered it up for her inspection.

"I-I don't have anything as cool as that. I have this, my grandfather fought with it during the war."

Ruby scrutinised Crocea Mors under a trained eye from its blue leather wrapped hilt to the very tip of the long sword's blade, Pausing to appraise every scratch, nick and dint that the weapon had accumulated over its lengthy history.

"Well I like it! Not enough people have an appreciation for the classics these days." she said with a smile.

After half an hour of hapless wandering around the campus, both the little Reaper and her Knight companion found their way to Beacon's vast auditorium. It was a huge place packed full of all different kinds of people from all walks of life. There were faunus and human alike of all shapes and sizes, although Jaune noticed the two groups tended to stick with their own kind.

Off to their left they heard a voice calling out Ruby's name, the two turned to see Yang calling to her and waving emphatically. Jaune looked at the blonde bombshell I a new light, During their wanderings Ruby had explained that Yang was her half-sister by their mother. Before he could respond Ruby had bid him goodbye and rushed over to stand by her sister leaving him alone once again. He contemplated following after but decided against it.

"Great, now where am I gonna find another quirky girl to talk to?" He muttered under his breath with a sigh. It was at that moment he could've sworn someone was watching him, a tingle ran down his spine as he turned around, casting a look for any watchers. When he found nothing he shrugged moving deeper into the crowds hoping to find a better spot from which he could see the stage.

Before long two figures stepped out from stage right. Jaune recognised one as Glynda Goodwitch, the same professor from the hologram during the flight. She was accompanied by a man whom Jaune didn't know.

He was an older man judging by the grey of his hair and was garbed in a dark green suit, seemingly tailored given how well it fit him. He looked as if he was about to laugh and cry all at once, his shoulders hunched like he was carrying the weight of the world upon them. He leant upon a cane with one hand and in the other held a white china mug with the Beacon crest emblazoned across it. There was little else about him save for a voluminous green scarf and a pair of small round spectacles, perched precariously upon the bridge of his nose. Goodwitch introduced him as the professor Ozpin. The mysterious headmaster of Beacon and the same man that had been training remnants strongest huntsmen and huntresses for close to a decade.

Ozpin wearily made his way to centre stage where a microphone was set up for him. He began his address to the wide eyed initiates before him, although his overall message was far from uplifting.

"I'll...keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge-to hone your craft and acquire new skills-and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose-direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."

The somewhat confused students applauded politely as Ozpin finished and once again left the stage, allowing Goodwitch to step up to the Microphone again.

"Thank you, that shall be all for today. Tonight you will all convene in the ballroom. I would suggest using this time wisely to prepare yourselves and your equipment as well as getting a good night's sleep ready for initiations tomorrow. You are dismissed."

Jaune followed after the crowds to the ballroom, where their luggage had supposedly been taken for them. Unbeknownst to him, from within the depths of the crowd two emerald eyes surrounded by fiery red locks watched him go. The watcher smiled to herself before she in turn made to follow after him being sure to keep a reasonable distance between them. There was something special about this blonde boy... and one thing was for certain, it would be fun finding out just what.

Oh what mystery! Who could this mysterious watcher be I wonder? Hope you all enjoyed this, I'll be updating roughly once a week if my schedule permits. This shall remain my secondary fic depending on how well it is received. Please follow, favourite and above all review so that I might try and get this off the ground and flowing properly. If you haven't already please do check out 'The Sword and Spear' and I'll see you all in the next chapter