EDITED: 01/05/18

Author's Note: I apologize for taking a long time to continue this crossover. However, there was excessive school work, the event of the California fires (which affected the area I live in), and the "making" of a new language I'm constructing (if that makes sense)! So, while I may not have a new chapter uploaded, I did update this chapter to make the story more "intense" already! Anyways, I don't own either Attack on Titan or RWBY; they belong to Hajime Isayama and Monty Oum, respectively!

Chapter I: Welcome to Beacon

A boy yawned sleepily as the sun had finally set and darkness began to envelop the sky quickly. After days of being mistreated like a foreigner, and having been almost been beaten to death by a short man with a short temper just yesterday, the black-haired teen needed this. This morning, his friends from the 104th Training Corps. had come to see him, claiming that they would also join the Survey Corps. with him.

Eren's teal-green eyes shone brightly in the makeshift bedroom, with the help of the only lit candle sitting next to him on a stool. While Eren was lying on the wooden floor getting ready to sleep, his brown shoes off to the side, he thought of what was to come next.

The tired teen looked first at what he was currently wearing – a long, beige shirt and brown trousers as his only sleeping wear. This was his casual attire nowadays, dismissing the townsfolk attire he wore before the Colossal Titan showed up five years ago to break a hole through Wall Maria, thus letting the Titans from outside the wall enter the wall that had once provided a barrier between the vast number of Titans and the already-small number of humanity's last. He wore brown trousers, a green shirt with string tassels at the collar, a maroon coat, and simple brown shoes back then; now, he would be wearing a typical Survey Corps uniform.

His thoughts then went to his friends and the people that he loved – Jean, Armin, Mikasa. He soon remembered those who weren't here today – a housewife with long, black hair and brown eyes, and a soldier of his former affiliation with short, parted black hair, freckles, and light brown eyes. These were Carla Jaeger and Marco Bott, respectively. The former was Eren's dead mother; the latter a friend of his during their training days. Then, there was Annie Leonhardt. Unlike the others that had died, emshe/em was still alive. So why didn't she join with the others and become a Survey Corps. member like the rest?

Suddenly, a flashback played through the teen's mind of what happened literally two hours ago.

"Hey, Eren."

A few hours ago, Eren was confronting his former teammates, wanting to know why they had joined the 104th Training Corps. The sun was setting, and the occupants in what seemingly appeared to be a wine cellar were Eren himself, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlet, Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Krista Lenz, and Ymir.

"I heard that when you turned into a Titan, you tried to kill Mikasa," Jean continued as all of the eyes grew steely. Jean was referencing about what happened two days ago, when Eren had tried to close a giant hole in the wall with a giant boulder, but had attacked his own troops instead by mistake. Though the young Titan shifter had indeed fixed the wall a few hours later, the damage was already done.

Both Eren and Mikasa turned to the brute with short, light ash-brown hair. His small light-brown eyes were intense at the moment, but they were always like that, Eren supposed. He wore the same clothing that the other occupants in the room wore – the green cloak that displayed the "Wings of Freedom" crest.

Mikasa looked shocked at Jean's accusation. Though true that Eren had harmed her, she knew Eren never meant to attack her; her love for him denied all else. Mikasa stepped forward to protect Eren, her red scarf that Eren had given her flashing for all else to see, hidden before between her green cloak and her black hair. Jean had deemed Mikasa "cute" many times before, but instead of backing down and listening to the girl's words, he went straight for the attack and asked Mikasa about the scar below her right eye.

"So then you don't remember it, right?" Jean asked, this time shocked. "In other words, you didn't even know you had this Titan power, and you still don't have the means to control it?" Though Eren wanted to be an optimist and deny what Jean was saying, he knew the light-brown boy was right.

"Yeah, that's right," Eren finally responded, albeit weakly.

Jean turned back to the comrades behind him.

"Did you all hear that?" he asked. "That's the situation. Mankind's existence, and our lives, depend on him. We'll probably die just like Marco, without Eren even noticing!" Mikasa had had enough of Jean criticizing Eren's memory – or the lack of memory, thereof.

"Jean, what's the point in asking Eren these questions now?" the scarf-wearing girl asked.

"Listen, Mikasa," Jean started, standing an inch away from Mikasa now. "Not everyone's like you, willing to die for Eren's sake and nothing more. We deserve to know what we're dying for. We want something in return from him. Let's see what he has to offer us." Suddenly, Jean rounded on Eren, grabbing both sleeves of his shirt as he headbutts the Titan shifter his head.

"So, Eren, we're really counting on you." Eren could see the look of determination and trust through Jean's face, as well as the other occupants' faces. He had used a similar method to control a nervous Jean a few days ago, after the Colossal Titan had attacked Wall Rose and more Titans breached into the manmade territory a second time.

"Eren smiled, reminiscing about his friends and the days before the first breach. He looked down at the still-burning candle and blew it out, now letting the room darken quickly. Sleep hit him like a truck.

The first thing Eren felt when he felt the sun's rays shine on him was a cool wind. The young Titan shifter smiled at the sensation of feeling the coolness, especially when there was his first scouting routine today. Feeling something cool in the morning often meant that it was going to be fun and interesting later on in the day.

The second thing the teen felt were the many quills poking his body. Despite their sharpness, they were also comfortable and soft. He rolled over in his sleep and placed his hand on the ground, only to feel more soft spikes on him rather than the hard wood he had slept on hours ago.

That's weird, Eren thought as he raised his nose to the air and sniffed. And why does the room smell like trees and not sweat?

Realizing that someone had been calling him for the past few seconds or minutes, he let their voice travel through his ears rather than opening his eyes.

"Eren! Eren!"

That sounds like Armin! Eren thought again. But why would he be calling me awake? After all, the scouting expedition isn't until close to the afternoon!

Eren opened his eyes slowly, and noticed a pair of calm, black eyes literally on his, give or take about half a centimeter. They were Mikasa's, no doubt. Avoiding her eyes, the male decided to stare at a girl with long blonde hair, large blue eyes, and a heart-shaped face. These assets belonged to the one and only Krista Lenz, known throughout most of her years as being very pretty and kind. Eren was actually getting a decent view, until a rough hand pulled the blonde away from Eren's eyesight and another figure replaced her.

The figure taking the blonde's spot now was a taller girl, slender and with parted hair often styled into a ponytail. She had intimidating eyes and wore a scowl on her face. This was Ymir.

"Looking at someone, Eren?" she hissed, both hands grasping tightly onto poor Krista's body as her golden eyes rested on the still-lying boy. Ymir was always like this with Krista, so maybe she did truly love the other girl?

Eren was surprised now; he had first heard Armin's voice, which led him to be surrounded by three girls around him in less than a minute. In his room, no less!

"W-Wait, what are you three doing in my room?!" Eren nearly shouted, but kept his voice down in fear of waking Levi and the other members of the Survey Corps.

"Eren, look around," instructed a male this time. Jean. The Titan shifter was more surprised this time at how he had failed to notice that, not only were there six people now in the room beside him, but also that they were not in his room, but rather in a forest. The last two people in around the special boy were Armin and Sasha.

Armin's large, expressive blue eyes were behind Eren all this time, as Eren could see perfectly now. The air breezed through his blonde hair, uplifting the tufts slightly on his round, feminine face. Sasha was behind Armin, her light brown eyes and reddish brown hair that was kept in a ponytail showing brightly because of the sun in front of her. In her right hand was a stick and, once Eren laid eyes on it, she threw it away behind her, no doubt planning on using it to try to wake Eren up faster if he hadn't woken up sooner than expected.

"Heh, you finally woke up," the redhead said, laughing awkwardly.

Eren looked around fully now, noticing the bright colors that had contrasted with the gloomy atmosphere that he usually saw.

"Whoa, where are we?" he asked, looking everywhere and asking no one in particular.

"Wherever we are, it doesn't look like we're with Levi anymore," Armin answered, though it was more towards himself. "… Or near the Walls, for that matter."

"Wait, what?!"

And then they heard them. They were barely noticeable at first, but they were clearly the sounds of snarling as they louder. Turning this way and that, the teens saw glowing red eyes pierce at them throughout the nearby bushes. The bushes rustled as black, humanoid, wolf-like creatures pounced from the green and maintained a circle around them, their wide jaws displaying sharp teeth. However, unlike normal wolves, these creatures also displayed bone-like masks with red markings for their faces; bone-like spikes protruding from their arms, back, and knees; and hands and feet tipped with long, sharp, white claws.

"W-What are they?" Sasha asked as the six teens collided backs with one another, her eyes glancing nervously at these supposed wolves, which now stood up, albeit with a slouch.

"Whatever they are, they don't look friendly!" Ymir stated, drawing a pair of swords out from the two rectangular boxes on her hips and aiming them at her enemies. The rest did the same, except for Eren, who had his weapons and his vertical maneuvering equipment piled on the ground near where he had slept.

"Eren, grab your weapons!" Mikasa yelled as the first of these wolves pounced at them. Grunting, the light ash-brown teenager raised his blades at the humanoid wolf, but what surprised him was that, when he sliced the wolf in half from its face to its tail, the monster instantly dissipated into thin air.

Eren finally reached his weapons, but when he did, another one of these wolves pounced on him. Not wasting anymore time, the Titan Shifter slid two blades with their grips from the two boxes on the ground and penetrated the blades into the black creature in front of him.

The remaining wolves howled at their quarry, wanting to frighten them, before slinking into the sunlight. There were four wolves now, each one apparently aiming for a different prey. The teenagers gripped their swords firmly in their hands, all displaying nervousness.

"Move, now!" Jean shouted, roundhouse-kicking one of these creatures out of the way before aiming and firing the grappling hooks on his vertical maneuvering equipment to hook onto a branch high on a tree, and activating the gas mechanism to reel himself toward the branch. Disconnecting the hooks with the same button he used to fire said grappling hooks, he flipped back through the air, and fell on the fallen wolf, his blades piercing through the black body that soon became black smoke.

"Stand behind me, Krista!" Ymir yelled, holding out two swords as she aimed them at the two beasts that surrounded them. The wolves snarled at her, and leaped. While she effectively slaughtered one of the wolves, the other pushed the black-haired girl out of the way, and crawled closer to Krista, who nervously smiled at the unknown creature.

"Um…"

"Krista!" a female voice yelled. Slightly turning her eyes to the one who called her name, she saw Mikasa flip a sword at her direction, all the while dealing with a creature of her own. Catching the sword, the blonde girl then slashed at the creature, who opened its mouth wide and was about to take a bite of said young girl.

Backing away from Mikasa, because if looks could kill, then her looks would definitely launch cannonballs, the creature she was dealing with looked at another blonde teenager. Launching itself towards this blonde boy with speeds comparable to a horse, he opened his mouth and sank its teeth into skin. Except, it wasn't Armin's skin that the wolf-like creature had sunk its teeth into, but Jean's, who groaned in pain but ultimately still ended the life of his attacker.

"Jean!"

A middle-aged man with tousled silver hair and thin brown eyes pulled up his glass spectacles as he stared onto the holographic screen on his desk. He slowly lifted his coffee mug and drank its contents while watching the cameras displayed on the screen, specifically the cameras located within the nearby forest.

A few minutes ago, the man was staring at the courtyard of the school he was the headmaster of, when a bright light appeared out of nowhere and placed itself in the nearby forest known as the Emerald Forest. The light had attracted the attention of everyone at the school, as well as the civilians of the city of Vale, in which the school, known as Beacon Academy, stood within. Despite the chaos the light caused throughout the city, the professors of Beacon Academy affirmed that the light was just that – a light –prompting the civilians to return to their normal, daily actions and the students of Beacon to return attending classes, despite numerous groans from said students.

"Headmaster Ozpin, did you see that beam of light as well?"

The silver-haired man, identified as Headmaster Ozpin, sighed, before taking another getting up from his chair and walking to the coffee pot positioned near the window sill that beheld the Beacon courtyard, the Emerald Forest, and Mountain Glenn in the background, which hid an enormous dragon capable of producing other dangerous creatures. After pouring the coffee to a satisfactory level, he took a sip of the hot drink made from the roasted and ground beanlike seeds of a tropical shrub, before facing the speaker, who appeared in his office via three-dimensional projection.

"Of course Professor Goodwitch," Ozpin answered, sarcastically as always. "It would be kind of difficult to notice a massive beam of light shining down from the sky unless you were blind, tripped on an object and fell, or both."

"Please, Headmaster, now is not the time to be sarcastic. This light – whatever it could mean – could be a warning from Salem and her followers! We can no longer act like we have all the time in the world!"

Headmaster Ozpin nodded, before taking another lengthy sip from his coffee cup and standing up. He took the large cane that was slanted against his desk, calmly walked into his elevator, pressed the button to be descended to the first floor of the building, before turning around the face the projection of this "Professor Goodwitch." Before the doors closed, he winked at her – not in the manner that would attract people but in the manner that means he has a plan.

"Order a Bullhead to pick me up. I'll see what the cause of the light was."

"Of course, s-"

When the Bullhead landed at Beacon's courtyard, people nearby were surprised. What didn't surprise the students of the prestigious huntsman academy was that the tiltjet aircraft was physically intimidating, what with its military-like colors of black and gray, but its silent characteristic that seemed to allow those who saw it to ask: "Where did it come from?"

When Headmaster Ozpin stood in front of the descending aircraft with his walking cane, the doors of said vehicle slid open, featuring many men wearing white-gray body armor that covered their upper bodies, with green highlights along their helmets and arms, as well as wearing black pants with some gray areas on them, and belts with a few pouches, displaying a handgun strapped to each person's hips. These were Atlas soldiers, part of the larger organized body of the Kingdom of Atlas' armed forces, the Atlesian Army, and the specific color on their armor meant that they acted as airship personnel.

Professor Goodwitch stared sternly at her superior, who stepped into the vehicle, before conducting her power of telekinesis through her riding crop and flicking the weapon, causing the doors to slide close on the surrounding passersby.

"To Emerald Forest, sir?"

Headmaster Ozpin turned to the pilot of the aircraft, before nodding slightly, and the vehicle, as it was also a tiltjet, was able to use its jet engines to achieve vertical ascent, before achieving forward flight.

"Headmaster, is there a problem?"

Now, the headmaster turned to his underling with confusion. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the other Atlas soldiers staring at him with the same amount of confusion, perhaps even more. Seeing that the headmaster was bemused, Professor Goodwitch sighed, before explaining.

"You're standing up with a stern expression on your face. Not only that, but you're also clutching your cane firmly that your knuckles are becoming white."

"Ah, thanks."

Headmaster Ozpin sat down on the seat opposite to Professor Glynda, which caused her to produce a low tone of dubiety, but the sound was still heard. The nearby soldiers chuckled and the headmaster smirked, and, though Glynda's scowl silenced the troopers, the headmaster's smirk grew more.

"I'm just concerned, is all. I mean, what if the ones who caused the signal are really under the command of you know who?"

Glynda nodded, glad that she and her superior could still talk about Salem without attracting the attention of the other witnesses in the conveyance. Before they could continue their conversation however, the pilot exclaimed something in a tone of concern.

"Sir, we've got seven teenagers in the clearing! One of them seems to be severely hurt!"

"Land the Bullhead! Quickly!"

When the Bullhead landed on the ground, it perched without much of a sound. The seven teenagers displayed expressions of surprise, albeit one of them being strained, but Headmaster Ozpin could tell that there was much more than just surprise.

The doors slid opened, and two men were rolling out a stretcher. They only made it out so far when the tallest girl of the group placed her intimidating eyes on the framework.

"What the hell do you think you're doing to our friend?"

Headmaster Ozpin took this as his moment to step out of the Bullhead, walking with the cane in hand. He situated his eyes first on the injured boy, before placing them on the intimidating girl, his eyes full of sincerity that seemed to lessen the intensity of the tall girl greatly.

"Please, we only wish to care for your friend here."

"How do we know you won't do anything other than what you wish?"

"If you wish, you may accompany us to Beacon Academy, where he will be healed and looked after."

"And how do we know you all won't try anything on us once we get in that thing?"

When the girl mentioned the Bullhead in words other than what was normally standard, the headmaster raised his eyebrows.

"Well?"

"I promise we won't try anything," the headmaster answered, not only speaking for the people on his side but also for the teenagers around Ymir.

"Fine, fine. Take him."

The soldiers lowered the position of the gurney, before carrying Jean onto the bed and elevating the position of the gurney back to its original position.

"You'll be fine, kid," one of the soldiers said, not as an opinion to help ease Ymir's mood, but as a fact. "We've got you."

The remaining teenagers followed the headmaster of Beacon Academy as he followed Jean being taken away by the two soldiers into the aircraft. When Headmaster Ozpin explained the situation to Professor Glynda, it was decided that the headmasters and the soldiers should sit on one side of the Bullhead, the teenagers should sit on the other side of the Bullhead, and Jean should be placed between them.

"So, what are your names, if I might ask?" Headmaster Ozpin asked once the vehicle started to ascend into the air, causing the teenagers on the opposite side to have a plethora of emotions, mostly being confusion and excitement. Even though the man asked this question with his eyes gazing at everyone's, his eyes were mostly on Ymir's.

Ymir, in return, scoffed, and it took a lot of internal force from Glynda to not whack the girl with her riding crop.

"I'll tell you later, once we know that Jean will be fine, like you promised."

"Fine, fine. My name is Ozpin, a professor, but most importantly, the headmaster, of Beacon Academy."

Headmaster Ozpin's eyes seemed to shine as something familiar shone in the background.

"Speaking of which, welcome to Beacon, children."