Greetings everyone! Due to various people asking for it, I've decided to bring back Gun X Clover, for real this time. I'll still continue with Scattered Petals but this will take a more direct approach with the crossover of Gun X Clover. It was REALLY difficult trying to create this prologue but hopefully it fulfills it's role in getting you guys to read it. Also another Author's Note is at the bottom, make sure to read it. Now then onwards to the story!

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Chapter One

This was it. This was the moment they had been waiting for. The final battle between the notorious terrorist group, Child Room, and the students and faculty of Mikado High school. It had been a grueling journey between the two groups but at last it almost over. As the members of Mikado High set up camp beyond the borders of their target, Morito Hayama, the defacto leader of the rebellion, walked throughout the camp, taking notice of the various injured students and the faculty that rushed to complete their tasks. As Morito walked through the camp, his black body armor covering most of his body except his head, the sounds of rustling children and cries were all that he could hear.

Walking past the makeshift shooting range, Morito watched as several students were being trained by his very own protege; the battlefied sellsword of Mikado High, Sabine Hammershmidt; a master of range warfare with the ability to see fifteen seconds into the future through the use of her uncovered right eye. She seemed to yelling at the students in a drill sergeant-like fashion. "You little maggots haven't hit a single target!" she yelled. Morito smiled at the woman before walking off further into the camp.

Along the way, Morito took notice of the medic's tent. Flipping open the flaps, Morito saw another one of his proteges at work; Toura, otherwise known as the black panther of Mikado High; a former protege of Morito's own former protege, Salim. Toura is proficient in E.S.L, a technique taught to her by Salim, who just so happened to have learned it from Morito, himself. Today, Toura was working as the group's main combat medic.

Seeing no problems, Morito left without much word and walked towards an ongoing match between three women; the Saiga Sisters, Hibana and Mizuki, and his oldest protege, Eleanor, the ice empress of Mikado High. It seemed like Eleanor was teaching the girls about the art of swordplay. This proved diffuclt for Hibana as she more of a heavy weapons specialist while Mizuki showed course the match ended with the winner being Elenear. The girls, while disappointed were brought back to normal as Eleanor smiled softly at them before explaining as to why they had lost.

Once more, Morito smiled at the interaction before continuing his walk. Throughout the camp the rustling children trained and trained in preparation for their final assault. The Hamelins were in the command tent planning the assault, the other master ranks were training the various children. But still Morito walked.

He walked and walked and walked, through the camp of would-be-mercenaries, people with strange almost mystical powers, and the men and women would at one time were his enemies but now his allies. Morito amost couldn't believe at just how far they had all come. But none had impressed him more than Kotonoha Nanase, a girl with an ungodly power known as Language Grave, an ability that serves as a figurative cemetery for various Dead languages. Through the use of these Dead Languages, one could create living golems, prevent death, or even annihilate a small city. And through the trauma of having to deal with the immense power she held in her hands, Kotonoha created six different personalities to help cope; Futaba, whom represents Kotonoha's distrust in others. Mitsuba, whom represents her rage abainst those that attack her. Yotsuba, whom represents her interlect that she's had to use to combat against those after her. Itsuba, whom represents Kotonoha's "masculinity" and her wish for a more easygoing life. Mutsuha, whom represents her desire for rest from the hardships she's had to endure. And finally, Nanoha, her most dangerous personality, the personality that represents the collection of Language Grave itself.

Morito walked far past the camp and up the hill that had a view of the horizon and there was Kotonoha. She wore her own version of Morito's combat armor, her hair tied back into a ponytail as she looked over the horizon. And so Morito stood next to her, neither speaking only to watch the sunset. Kotonoha turned to look at Morito, who in turn, looked back. They smiled at one another before Kotonoha walked back towards camp at the sound of the dinner bell being rung, leaving Morito alone atop of the hill.

Just across the plains lied the headquarters of the Child Room, a notorious terrorist group that utilized children, orphaned by the terrors of war and using a combination of brainwashing and stolen dead languages, turned them into child soldier who would die for the cause they were trained to believe in. At one point in his life, Morito had taken down the organization and had thought that that was the end of it but much like everything else this peace wouldn't last forever. The organization was soon brought back to fruition with a new leader and new way of thinking. This leader of Morito's own master, Sayuri Hibachi, the woman who seemingly adopted him and trained him in the ways of combat. Morito had always hoped that he could persuade his former master off the path she'd chosen for herself but after awhile Morito began to realize that his master only had one true goal, to create the perfect soldier by any means necessary, even if it costed her own life.

Motito stared across the plains, his head filled with memories of his time with his master, of his time as a teacher to his proteges, of his time at Mikado High school. But before Morito could continue his trip down memory lane, the sound of a girl giggling brought caught his attention and there standing in front of him was a little girl dressed in a schoolgirl's uniform. Swiftly, Morito pulled his five seven pistol out of its holster, keeping it trained on the little girl. "Hey there kiddo. Did ya miss me?" she asked, smiling at him despite the gun in her face.

"Master." said Morito. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

Sayuri merely smiled at her former protege, "Oh come on kiddo, can a girl pay a visit to her most favorite student?" she jokingly asked.

"You lost that right a long time ago, Master." said Morito, keeping his gun trained on her.

"Oh Morito, how you wound me so." said Sayuir, holding her left breast right over her heart, dramatically.

"Why are you here, Master?" he demanded this time.

Seeing no point in continuing her teasing, Sayuri stood before walking just past Morito and looking over the camp. "They can't win. You know that, don't you?" she asked.

"I believe they can. I have hope." he said.

"Hope will only ever take you so far. You know that better than anyone." she stated, knowing of Morito's true past.

"Hope is what keeps us strong. Hope is what makes us continue onwards through the darkness." said Morito.

"You're outgunned, outmanned, and out of ideas. Your best bet is to go for an all out assault. No doubt the Hamelins are planning the assault while you and the others flank from the sides. A classic approach but one that will almost certainly lead to the downfall of Mikado High. Not to mention you'll be dealing with my little kiddies. So tell me, Morito, do you believe your kids can win this war?" she asked, smirking at her former student.

"No. even if we were at our best we'd never win. It took most of us master ranks several years and sacrifices to last a lifetime to ever make a dent in the organization and that was before they had access to the Dead Languages." said Morito, sighing as he holstered his weapon.

"Then what will you do? I know you're too stubborn to give up but I also know you'd never willingly sacrifice your allies, at least, not a second time. So, what will you do?" Sayuri asked.

"I don't know." said Morito.

"Hmm, well you always think of something to surprise me. I'm sure you'll do it again." said Sayuri as she opened a portal back to headquarters, leaving Morito alone atop of the hill.

It would be hours later that the members of Mikado High began to mobilize, their squads lining up at the edge of the compound and at the forefront was Morito Hayama, dressed in his combat armor. To his sides were his four proteges, the Hamelins, and several other master ranks. Morito looked over the small army they had as he opened his mouth to speak; "Today is the day we make history!" His words were quickly followed by a roar of shouts. "You have gone through hell and high water and sacrificed your daily lives as children to enter the world of mercenaries! You have each made decisions in this life that will forever haunt you, but will this stop you from doing what is right!?" he shouted.

"NO!" they shouted back.

"This morons of the Child Room have us outgunned, outmanned, and we're shit out of luck. Are you excited!?" he shouted.

"YES!" they replied.

"When we march upon that compound they will hit us with everything they've got! It won't be training dummys you maggots will have to worry about! Stick with your assigned squads! Accomplish your obectives! And by all means...KICK SOME ASS!" Morito shouted.

The roars of the small army rang through the skies they raced towards the compound, its emergency lights blarring as millions of soldiers assumed positions. Turret fire rained down upon them only to be shot out of the skies by Sabine and her squadron, her right eye was a glow as she wielded two anti-tank rifles akimbo style. The men that faced them were swiftly dispacthed by Eleanor and Mizuki, both using cutlasses as Hibana and the others mowed them down with gatling guns. Diago, using his masculine form, stampeded through the army, tearing apart soldier after soldier in his way.

Morito and Crow using the two dead languages given to them by Nanoha were racing through the army, literally obliterating them from the sheer G forces they created. Kotonoha in her Futaba personality was utilizing two desert eagles to dispatch grunt after grunt. Hamelins were firing round after round from their personalized death machine as their daughters, Giselle and Myrta laid waste to the surrounding enemies.

The army moved ever so closer to the compound, as more and more enemies raced towards them. From undead soldiers to living rock golems to the very child soldiers they were here to rescue. It was almost too much for them but still they moved forward carving down more and more enemies. Blood coating the once luscious green plains beneath their feet.

The army of Mikad High approached the compound, entering its boundaries before splitting off to complete their objectives. The main strech soon became an all out firefight and racing through the middle was Morito and his squad; consisting of Kotonoha and the Saiga Sisters. Their objective was to shut down the main compund via the master controls which was in the main control room in the head's office, while simulteanously rescuing the kidnapped children and taking them away safely.

The squad upon entering the main compound was welcomed with automated turret fire and living golems. The group reacted fast, taking out eaach target with swiftness and force. Soon the atrium was clear of hostiles. "Ammo check." commanded Morito.

"2500 rounds left." spoke Hibana, checking her miniature gatling gun.

"13 rounds left." said Mizuki, her submachine gun in need of ammunition.

"12 rounds. Each." said Futaba.

"25 rounds. Just enough for some heavy duties." said Morito. "You each know your side objectives."

"You and I will make our way towards the master controls in order to shut down compound's autmated traps while the Saiga Sisters stage a rescue operation of the captured children. Afterwards we'll retreat to the extraction zone." stated Futaba.

"Good. You heard the lady. Let's get a move on." commanded Morito as they each went off in seperate directions.

Morito and Futaba traversed the compound's hallways always making sure to silence any oncoming attacker in their way. Morito using his assault rifle took down soldier after soldier always making sure to shoot the symbol on their chest, this would halt their regenerative abilities and enable them to be killed once more. Futaba using her natural agility was able to combat against them. The two fought throughout the compound until they happened upon a doorway. This was their objective.

Opening the door, the two found themselves in the master control room and sitting in a chair much too large for her was Sayuri, Morito's former master. She smiled at the two of them, "Well well. If I knew we'd be having visitors I would've prepared some snacks. Maybe some nice brownies or some crumbcakes." she joked.

"It's over Sayuri. Hand over the controls and you just might live to hear your court order." demanded Futaba.

Of course, this did little to terrify Sayuri, who merely giggled at Futaba's demand. "My my kiddo, to think you'd find another protege and with such brass, I might add. I must say you impress me little girl." said Sayuri.

Futaba merely snarled at her, keeping her weapons trained on her."I won't ask you again. Relinquish the controls. Now." she demanded.

"Hmm. No." said Sayuri, leaping out of her chair and attacking the two.

Using her stolent dead languages, Sayuri used her fourth dimension hands, summoning weapon after weapon to combat the two. Futaba, using her own dead languages and skill was able to fight almost on par with the miniature girl, while Morito used every opprotunity to attack her. The three continued their fight as Sayuri grasped Morito's hand, twirling him around and throwing him into the bulletproof glass, creating a very large crack from the sheer force. But still Morito got up and rejoined the fighting.

Outside the army of Mikado High was slowly being overwhelmed by the various enemies. And while the master ranks where able to vanquish them, they could not do so and keep the children safe. Soon an explosion caught everyone's attention and looking up they saw a large billow of smoke raise to the sky from the master control room. And leaping through the smoke was Morito and Futaba, quickly followed by Sayuri.

"Where you going kiddo!? Ain't got time to play with your master!?" shouted Sayuri, firing at them with her collection of weapons.

The two continued running from the crazed little girl, leaping from building to building as she chased after them. "Futaba! Inititiate Alpha-Delta-Upsilon-15!" shouted Morito.

Futaba simply nodded her reply as she created 5 clones of her personalities. Now it had became 7 against 1. Sayuri merely smiled at the group, "Oh, what's this? Seven of you against one little ole me? I must say that's highly unfair. This just means I'll more graves to dig." said Sayuri attacking them.

After a few moments, Sayuri, using another stolen dead language released an energy pulse, sending the clones back and destroying them in the process and sending Morito into the wall, creating a crator. The two mercenaries were forced to lay on the ground as the little monster walked over to Morito, leaning down towards his face. "Like I said before kiddo. It's over. Look at them all. All that hope means nothing when they're dead." said Sayuri as she summoned several blades before sending the down on his limbs, keeping him trapped.

"Morito! You bitch!" shouted Futaba as she began to charge at her only to be stopped as the concrete around came to life, ensnaring her wrists and feet and bringing her down to a kneeling posistion.

"Oh, you're still alive? I must say little girl you just continue to impress me time and time again." said Sayuri, walking over to her. "So you must be little miss clover, huh?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

This halted any words Futaba might've said.

"I wonder what it must've felt like after that day?" asked Sayuri.

The memories of the day came rushing back to Kotonoha, bringing her out of Futaba and changing the symbol on her chest from a two to a one.

"Stop." demanded Morito, his wounds already reaching their limit as he became too weak to get up.

"How did it feel obliterating those people? Hundreds of families gone in the blink of an eye. All because of you." said Sayuri, smiling down as tears welled up in Kotonoha's eyes.

"Stop it." Morito demanded once again, struggling to get up. But Sayuri showed no signs of stopping.

"And to think none of this would've happened if it wasn't for you." said Sayuri, causing Kotonoha to look up at her, her eyes filled with tears.

"W-What?" she stuttered.

"That's right. I mean think about it. If you weren't born then those people would still be alive. Morito wouldn't be so close to death and all of those children of Mikado High would still be enjoying their school life. So in a way, all of this, is because of you." said Sayuri, releasing her hold over her as Kotonoha slumped into herself, eyes red from crying.

"STOP IT! Do not blame Kotonoha for the attrocities YOU committed!" shouted Morito.

"Oh, Morito. Still the same naive little boy I found all those years ago. You and I both know I'm right. If little miss clover had never been around then none of this would be happening. You might've been able to retire to the remote island you always talked about. Or maybe you might've become a teacher at Mikado High, training those children to become the next great mercenary. But instead here you are and all because of her." said Sayuri, turning away from Morito and facing Kotonoha.

"You're right." said Kotonoha

Needless to say, Morito found himself shocked by this. After all they had gone through, how could Kotonoha say that?

"Hmm, smart girl. I-" Sayuri started only to be cut off.

"But you're also wrong. You're right in that if I had never been born then those people would still be alive. Morito would be living happily with the others. And the world wouldn't have become a battlefield. But I can't change what's already happened, even my Language Grave has it's limitations. I can't bring those people back but I can remember them. I can remember to always hold my friends close. To remember the good times and learn from the bad. My past may have made me who I am but I'm not doomed to remain that way forever. Morito taught me that its not our past that defines us but of the future we dream for ourselves. So, I'll continue to fight back, I'll fight until my knuckles bleed and when I'm at Death's door, I'll keep fighting. I'll keep fighting because I'm a student of Mikado High and I'll be damned if I let some snot-nosed little bitch tell me what's what!" shouted Kotonoha, activating her Language Grave as she glared at Sayuri., whom merely smiled once more before activating her various dead languages. "Alright little girl, let's see just how strong your resolve really is." And as the two godly titans attacked one another, taking off into the sky, this left only Morito atop of the building as the two women fought amongst the clouds.

After struggling some more and losing plently of blood, Morito was able to release himself from his bondage and stand up. His hands and legs bleeding profusively as he limped back to the master control room. Once there Morito slumped against the metal doorway, making sure to lock it down before doing so. His communicator blared to life as Mizuki shouted in his ear, "Morito! Are you alright!? We saw the smoke and then we saw Kotonoha flying and-"

"Did you rescue the kids, Mizuki?" he asked.

"Yeah, but Morito are you okay?" asked Mizuki.

Morito, pulling his hand away from his side, revealing a bloodied hand sighed softly before replying, "Yeah. I'm alright. Notify the other sqaud leaders about the children. The Hamelins should be there to help transport them." he commanded.

"What about you and Kotonoha?" she asked.

"I'll make sure she's there. Just get those kids out of here." said Morito, pressing against his wound.

"Alright. I'll let them know and Morito?" asked Mizuki.

"Yeah?" he asked back.

"Thank you. For everything." said Mizuki, ending their call.

"Heh, stupid kid. Bout to make a grown man cry." said Morito before switching his comm to broadcast, making sure that everyone could hear him. "To all surviving members of Mikado High, retreat to the extraction zone immediately. I repeat, retreat to the extraction zone."

Elsewhere Kotonoha in her godly state was combating against Sayuri, who had her own version of the godly state. But utilizing their own dead languages to combat against one another; from Kotonoha creating gigantic stone golems to Sayuri creating a massive firestorm, turning the giant to ash. "You can't keep this up forever little girl!" Sayuri shouted. "Everyone has their limits!"

But instead of answering back, Kotonoha continued her assault against the little girl. But deep down she knew she was right, while her language grave was indeed powerful there was only so much it could do and how long it could stay active and this was pushing her limits to their breaking points but each time she thought about giving up she'd look down and see all her friends and allies continuing to fight against insurmountable odds, which only served to boost her determination. And so she fought back. She fought and fought and fought until she was finally able to send the two of them crashing into the ground, both heavily exhausted from the use of multiple dead languages and the overall wounds they seemed to gain. Though there were some dead languages that could heal them this too would serve to exhaust them even more so. And so there they were, two godly beings standing within a massive crater as their allies fought against each other.

"Why? Why are you still fighting?" Sayuri demanded.

"For the same reason my friends continue to fight right now. I fight because it's the right thing to do." stated Kotonoha.

"The right thing? Look around you! Everything wrong with this world has been because someone thought they were doing the right thing!" she shouted. "Those children had no purpose in this world after becoming orphans! I gave them a purpose! I gave them meaning!"

"You turned those children into mindless drones. No better than soldier ants risking their lives to protect their queen." said Kotonoha.

"And what of those children of Mikado High? What of them? Are they not mindless drones? Child soldiers? Tell me just what is the difference between them and us!" Sayuri demanded.

"At Mikado High they don't force you to become a soldier. They don't break you down to build you up the way they desire. We are taught right from wrong. We learn from the lessons taught to us by those more expierenced. We make friends, memories, and dreams of a better tomorrow. But we're never forced to become mercenaries." said Kotonoha.

"And what are mercenaries then!? They are nothing but trigger-happy gluttons who's only desires are fame and fortune! Is that what Mikado High is about!?" she shouted.

"No, Mikado High is more than a training ground for future mercenaries." stated Eleanor stepping to the edge of the crator.

"It's a home. Where we learn, laugh, and love." said Diago, back in his womanly form.

"It's where those who strayed from their rightful path can find the light." said Toura.

"It's where you face hell each and everyday to protect those around you." said Sabine.

"It's where you can truly discover just what your purpose is." said Giselle, joining them.

"It's where you can be who you really are without fear." said Crow.

"It's where those who are lost can be found." said Ann, her butler right behind her, pushing her wheelchair along. And as more and more of the students and faculty of Mikado High joined the others, surrounding the two girls, Sayuri's eyes widened in shock. What had happened to her army? What had become of them? It wasn't until she looked down that she took notice that several of her various dead languages with mysterious gone. "You were right when you said I couldn't keep it up forever. But unfortunately it wasn't you I was trying to out last. It was your army." stated Kotonoha.

"W-What?" she stuttered as Kotonoha walked over to her, a blade materializing in her hand as she loomed over the now terrified girl.

"Like you said before; "everyone has their limits." even you." said Kotonoha before plunging the blade deep into her chest, ending her life. But not before Sayuri uttered one more sentence, "You may have beaten me but another will just take my place."

"Then we'll fight them as well. We won't stop fighting until this world is a safer place. Where children won't have fear of war and famine. I swear it on my life." said Kotonoha, her eyes filled with determination.

Sayuri forced out a laugh, blood spurting out of her mouth in doing so, "Heh, you're just like him. Always saying that there could be peace in this fucked up world. But as long as humanity exists then there will always be war. When you see that little kiddo, tell him...tell him that I'm sorry. I'm sorry that couldn't have been the person he wanted me to be. But that I'll alway remember the time we spent together." Sayuri pleaded, her eyes filling with tears as her eyelids slowly began to fall.

"I hate you for what you did to him but I can't help but thank you for it as well. What you did is unforgivable but it's because of it that Morito became the man he is today. So, I'll tell him your final words. As a thank you from him." she promised, before turning away from the corpse of Sayuri, her lips widened to a smile as she passed away.

And as Kotonoha turned to face her allies a resounding roar rushed through the massive crowd. They had done it. They had finally won. It was tough and it was torturous but now it was finally over. But as Kotonoha was being congratulated by her friends she was suddenly reminded of Morito. Her eyes widened before she began pushing her way through the crowd, racing towards the compound to find him. Soon she was joined by the Saiga Sister's, Giselle and Myrta, Sabine, Eleanor, Diago, and Toura as they all ran towards Morito but as Kotonoha opened the door to the main control room, they're mouths opened in shock. There, lying on the floor with a melancholy-like smile on his face was Morito. His armor was gone and in it's place was his black tank top, darkened by dried blood.

Kotonoha rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around him, cradling him in her arms. "No. No. Please, no. M-Morito. Please. Y-You can't die. You promised. You promised you'd make me happy. How can I do that without you? Damn it. Damn it. DAMN IT!" Kotonoha continued to shout to the heavens, damning the world for taking him away from her. This wasn't like last time when she'd saved him from death, at that time he was still hanging by a thread and because of her battle against Sayuri her language grave was useless now. And so all she could do now was scream and cry as the world took yet another soul for it's collection.

It wouldn't be until hourse later that Morito would get a proper burial. He had once stated that he wanted his grave to be place right beside his late wife. And so his friends honored his last request, placing right beside his wife in the burial ground of their first home.

The faculty eventually held a sermon for Morito. Each of his proteges came up and gave their speech of how Morito had changed their lives and that life would never be the same without him. The Hamelins came up and told the story of Morito had set the two of them up. More and more came up and spoke highly of Morito and the moments they all shared. Finally, it was Kotonoha's turn and as she took her steps up the stage, her memories of Morito came back to her; from the moment they met to the date they shared to the moment she'd lost him. She took her place at the podium and took a deep breath, "Today, we honor Morito Hayama. A mercenary. A teahcer. A father. A friend. A...A true love. Morito gave his life for what he believed was right. I have no doubt in my mind that he'd do so again if granted another chance. Morito knew the risks he was facing and still chosed to stand beside us. I...I...I miss him. I miss him so much... Morito had taught me about the right and wrongs of the world. He taught me that wasn't my past that defined me but of the future I dreamed for myself. Morito was my first true love. I loved him with all my heart and though it pains me to have him taken away from me, I'm remided a simply phrase he'd always say, "I'm not a lolicon."." she and the others all laughed at this. She breathed once more before continuing, "We can't change the past. But we can change the future. And I'll make sure that future is a future where children won't live in fear anymore. And that I can only hope that Morito is at peace in whatever afterlife there might be."

Elsewhere in a small hospital in the town of Arcadia, a woman with rainbow-colored hair and crystal eyes was struggling on her bed, surrounded by various doctors and nurses while her husband, a behemoth of a man with blonde hair and blue eyes held her hand, though "held" is loosely defined as the wife was crushing the massive hand in her otherwise tiny grip. The man had a look of pain on his face but continued to say words of encouragement. "Damn you Orville! If I have to suffer through this one more time I will personally rip your manhood off and use it as a hood ornatment!" the woman shouted, struggling with her pregnancy.

Orville felt a sweat drop at his wife's choice of words; "N-Now, now, Iris. Let's be calm about this. You always said you wanted a little boy to spoil right?" Oville pleaded.

"Ok, Mrs. Arc, One more big push!" the doctor commanded.

And so Iris pushed with all her might and soon the doctor pulled out a crying baby boy. "Congrats Mrs. Arc. It's a bouncing baby boy." said the doctor, handing the baby to her. Iris held her newborn baby boy close to her. Orville put his arm around his wife, holding her close as she held their baby boy. "Have you've thought of a name?" asked Orville.

"Yes, I have. Welcome to the world, Jaune Arc." introduced Iris.

Meanwhile in the mindscape of little Jaune Arc..."WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?" shouted Mikado High's very own Morito Hayama.

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Greetings everyone! Thank you for reading the hopefully amazing prologue of Gun X RWBY: The Master Huntsman. I've placed a little tidbit of information here at the end in hopes on answering any upcoming questions you might have.

1. I've decided that I would merge Morito Hayama and Jaune Arc half way through writing this chapter. It came to me when I realized I had no clue as to how I would transport Morito to Remnant. And unlike Scattered Petals, where I decided to leave it up to mystery I knew I couldn't do the same here. Plus, I merged the two characters because I always wondered what would happen if Jaune was actually a full fledge huntsman and was merely infiltrating Beacon Academy.

2. I am extremely bad at writing beginnings unless given a good template to use. So this prologue/first chapter was really tough to write on top of doing it before the deadline.

3. I've decided that I'm going to continue writing for both stories; Scattered Petals & Gun X RWBY. I'll be releasing both stories new chapters alongside each other every Sunday, unless otherwise specified.

4. I hope you all had a Happy New Years and here's to a hopefully amazing 2018!