Foreword

Yo! Would have liked a foreword chapter, but the site doesn't like that. So here we are. I'll just spread my 'foreword' across the first four chapters Author's notes, which introduce the titular KVKC.

Anyways…

Welcome to my fanfic: "RWBY: The KVKC Chronicles"

You can skip this if you want to dive in fully blind.

Formal Synopsis:

This is not a world of social conflict between those born with power and those without. This is a world of fairy tales, where monsters and heroes are real. In another story, they were shackled by the notion of Adepts and Septimas. Here, they are freed by those of Hunters and Semblances. Crossover of RWBY and Azure Striker Gunvolt.

Informal Synopsis (Part 1):

As stated, this is a crossover fic of Rooster Teeth's web animation RWBY and Inti Create's video game franchise Azure Striker Gunvolt (ASG). This includes both ASG 1 and 2 as well as Luminous Avenger iX. I MIGHT also pay lip service to other Inti Create's properties, if only because Gunvolt, as their favorite child, tends to make and do a lot of cameos. In that same vein, I might do cameos and Easter eggs if I see the opportunity.

Chapter 1: K

People around were looking at her with trepidation. Occasionally their eyes flickered to those unconscious, fearing the consequences of the events to come. The say, after all, that's better to let giants sleep. It wasn't long before their eyes met her again. Waiting. Counting the seconds. Dreading them with every fiber of their being.

She was a bomb. She was fate incarnate.

She was… inevitable.

"WE ARE GOING TO BEACOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNN!"

Across the transoceanic airship cabin, people begrudgingly woke up to the loud young woman yelling at the top of her lungs. The dim light did little to hide the disgruntlement of the passengers. Many just grumbled in irritation, aghast someone could be so inconsiderate. Some, while similarly annoyed, had their annoyance melt away as the girl's excitement proved contagious, lightening the mood upon seeing the energy of youth. A handful, those with smirks in their face and weapons in their person, chuckled lightly; indubitably remembering their own excitement many years ago when they were green students themselves.

Still, the outburst was intrusive, and it was not long before a flight attendant made her way to the offender.

"Miss, please refrain from disturbing the other passengers," the portly woman told the girl.

It was unclear if the girl heard, lost in her own world as she hummed one energetic song or another, eyes closed and probably imagining all the cool things she was going to do as a Huntress-in-training.

Next to her, a boy awakened by the outburst saw the one-sided conversation. He attempted to shake off the last remnants of sleep. With one last yawn to scare off the slumber, he addressed the stewardess. "Get her a hot glass of milk, a spoonful of chocolate, stirred, and a little something extra," he instructed as he passed the lady a sheet of paper, an ID card, and a couple of lien.

The stewardess, looking warily at the instructions and the boy – who responded with a charming, thousand lien smile that had been practiced a thousand and one times – nodded and went to prepare the concoction that would hopefully calm the girl down.

"Youuuuuu…" the girl singsong, leaning and fallings on top of the boy's shoulder, "CAAAAAARRRRE!"

Apparently, she wasn't as unaware of her surroundings as she led people to believe.

Gently placing a hand to the side of her face, the boy pushed her off, leaving her in an awkward position: her right cheek supported by his hand, neck bent towards her left shoulder while her body retained the leaning position.

"Sho ruff!" she mangled the words.

"Sis, you are making a scene," the boy said while observing the stewardess approach with the drink.

"Here's your chocolate, miss."

With the beverage on the table in front of her, the girl returned a radiant smile and a thanks to the stewardess, who in turn sought desperate reassurance from the boy; words of clemency that promised the concoction will do its job. None was given, the boy's attention commanded by the happily sipping girl. The stewardess left, presumably to pray.

"So, what did you tell her to add to this?" the girls asked, savoring the drink in an attempt to identify its ingredients. Her knee-jerk reaction was something hazelnut based. That was a popular thing to mix into anything chocolate.

The boy smiled, never being able to pull a fast one over his sister. "A hint of almond liquor. You like it and it has always helped to calm you down."

"I'm not of drinking age. And as much as I love him, dad is a horrible role model when it comes to calming me. Also, you shouldn't put stuff in a girl's drink." That didn't stop the girl from continuing savoring her sugary solution. It was less of a reproach to her family's lax attitude towards her and more a matter-of-fact observation.

The boy deadpanned. "By what? Seven months and change? Besides, weren't you just yelling about being a Beacon student?"

The boy finished storing his own Beacon ID, not even a month old from when it arrived by mail and no doubt used to convince the stewardess that they could, by law, order a bit of alcohol. Old enough to die, old enough to drink. The life of a Hunter has its perks, and nobody dared to take them away.

Rolling her eyes, she answered, "Eight and change, you dork. You're my twin. Get with the program. Also, we aren't in yet. We need to pass Initiation."

Her brother raised an eyebrow as her words contrasted with her previous excitement. "You don't believe you'll pass Initiation?"

"Ha, of course I will. I'll break it in so many pieces generations of future students will speak legends of my awesomeness!"

But what if she didn't pass Initiation. She was told she was good. Dad thought so. Big bro thought so. The family's maid, a former Huntress, thought so. Her instructor thought so. And she wasn't going at it alone. Her brother would be there, and she had zero doubts he would fail. He was just too damn good to fail.

That didn't stop her niggling thoughts of 'What if's.

"You worry too much," her brother reassured her, "you'll do fine. Even if you fail due to some freak accident, you can always just take the fast lane in Atlas."

"I don't want the fast lane to Atlas," she frowned. One of the reasons she chose Beacon was because it was in Vale. She had spent her entire life in Atlas. And a considerable part of that in her room, too sick to do much. But not any longer. She was healthy. She was strong. She was going to become a Huntress with her brother and travel the world, helping people and being a beacon of hope. Pun intended.

"Excuse me?"

The girl's and her brother's conversation came to a halt as another girl caught their attention. White hair, offset ponytail, a dainty scar over her left eye, and a white dress smattered with snowflakes sigils. That last one narrowed the girl's identity to a handful of individuals, but the other descriptors told the siblings all they needed to identify her by name.

"I couldn't help and… overhear that you are going to Beacon."

"…" both siblings answered.

"'Overhear'? I suppose that is one way to put it," the boy added. That earned a giggle from his sister and several chuckles from people that were actually overhearing the conversation.

The Schnee, to her credit, did not react adversely. She merely became flustered before recovering, clearing her throat, and continuing.

"Right. I am also assisting Beacon Academy," – that earned a look of surprise from the siblings – "and I was wondering if we can discuss a mutually beneficial partnership."

The girl looked at her brother, who looked back at her. They said twins had this supernatural ability communicate wordlessly with each other. That was not true, but the twins attempted anyways.

'Is that her way of making friends?'

'I don't know.'

'Does she want to be a Huntress or a business tycoon? Making a team, or a board of directors?'

'I have no way listen to your thoughts!'

'Ugh, you're useless!'

The Schnee was starting to fidget, her façade slowly breaking as the silence extended. Pitying the girl, the lavender-haired twin took a sip from her spiked drink and smiled warmly at the heiress.

"Sure. I'm always up to talking about how cool Beacon will be."

With an owlish blink, the Schnee nodded a bit too fast and took a sit across their table. A quick call to the flight attendant and the three of them soon had some kind of beverage in their hands.

"Mine the only one spiked…" the lavender-haired girl muttered while glaring at her twin. He shrugged and continued drinking his tea.

"My apologies. I don't think I introduced myself properly. I'm Weiss Schnee," the Schnee said, extending her hand.

Both twins shook it, the female twin saying, "we kind of figured it out. The hair is a dead giveaway…"

"He has white hair. Does that make him a Schnee?" Weiss asked, a tinge of mockery on her voice.

The girl made a so-so hand gesture. God knows her brother could make a very convincing Schnee if allowed to be.

The boy in question rolled his eyes. "Your snowflake emblem is also a dead giveaway."

Weiss nodded as she sipped at her own drink. The scent of coffee reached the twins.

"Not going to ask for our names?" the boy asked.

Weiss finished drinking, taking a second to enjoy the aroma. "I shouldn't need to. After giving my name, proper etiquette suggests you give yours. That said, I'm glad you haven't. I've been trying to figure it out on my own since you woke me up."

The twin-girl laughed nervously, tilting her head sheepishly and merely responding with an 'Oops.' Weiss assured her it wasn't an issue and returned to looking at the twins while verbalizing her line of thought.

"We are in a high-class private flight," Weiss muttered.

"Super-hyper high-class," the twin-girl corrected.

"Super-hyper high class," Weiss repeated, face scrunching at the childish string of terms, "so you either have money, political pull, connections, or a combination of the above."

"All of the above." the twin-girl clarified and shrugged. "They tend to sell those in packages. I suggest you focus on my brother. I haven't exactly been in the public spotlight."

Weiss mentally weighted her options. "Have I met you in a social gathering?" she asked the white-haired boy.

"No."

"You might have seen him in the corner of one, though," the female twin offered. "My brother is not the most social of individuals."

The boy glared at his sister. The sister was unfazed, her brother never managing to give any heat to the scowls he rarely directed her way. It was more for show than anything. A valiant, if doomed, attempt at salvaging some semblance of pride.

The minutes passed and Weiss was not any closer to guessing. Finally, she gave up.

"I got nothing. So, what are your names?"

No harm, no fault. With her brother being the epitome of the paradoxical anti-social socialite, her being bedridden most of her life, and their late mother – the actual well-known person in the family – being out of the picture for almost a decade, the girl didn't blame Weiss for failing to pinpoint their names.

With a bright smile and excitement at this new life, the girl answered:

"Mytyl Kamizono. Nice to meet you."

Author's Notes:

Our first character from the titular KVKC: Mytyl Kamizono!

I'll be straight with you all. If you have an interest on experiencing the Gunvolt franchise fresh, especially the second game and the spinoff Luminous Avenger iX, this is not the fanfic for you. Despite taking place in the RWBY-verse, I leverage a lot of the Gunvolt's character's background, personality traits, and skills from the Azure Striker Gunvolt game.

In the case of Mytyl, she is a VERY spoileriffic character. To the point that, outside of the surface level stuff you learn from her very first scene and the fluff dialogue you can optionally partake on, everything about her is a big reveal and recontextualizes previously known information. Big in the context of an action platformer inspired by Mega Man X/Zero. From a literary standpoint, the reveals are pretty basic.

With this in mind, I want to talk about Mytyl herself, but be forewarned.

Spoiler for entire GV franchise ahead!

In the original games, Mytyl is a sickly girl that exists just to suffer. Seriously, the GV-verse bends itself backward to make Mytyl as miserable as possible. One of the reasons I am writing a GV fic in the RWBY setting is because I wanted to explore Mytyl away from all the shit she has to endure in the GV-verse. Also, because I cannot think of a good premise for a GV-verse fic, but my point stands!

In this fic, Mytyl is seventeen and healthy. Or at least has been healthy for the last few years. We'll get to explore her further as time goes on. For now, just know that she plays one of the most pivotal roles in the story. If you cannot stand her, the fic is probably not for you.

I talk about the ASG characters looks on a later chapter's Author's Notes, but for Mytyl I need to tackle her a bit earlier. If you're unfamiliar with ASG and want to search how Mytyl looks, the first image you'll probably stumble upon is a white-haired, sickly looking girl with a sleeping gown and a bell hair ornament. This is not the image you should be looking at.

And, again, I cannot stretch this enough, the image I'm about to recommend you look for is literally the last image you'll see if you beat ASG2.

You should search for one of Mytyl with lavender hair, especially the one of her smiling at the camera with her hand extended. That's the Mytyl that's stuck in my mind when writing this fic. Also, age her up three years (The entirety of KVKC is 14 years old in the games)

Mytyl's name, and the rest of the main ASG crew's names honestly, are very convenient when it comes to RWBY's naming convention. Kamizono means "sacred garden", so the color green is invoked in her last name. Then her first name happens to be shared with a character from Maeterlinck's "Blue Bird: Tyltyl and Mytyl's Adventurous Journey".

That last tidbit could be a coincidence given that her Japanese name is "Michiru"… written in katakana, so never mind. Given her relationship with the characters of Cyan and Copen (both shades of blue) and her morpho butterfly (a blue colored butterfly) motif… yeah, blue is the color of this lavender-haired cinnamon roll. Let that phrase stew a bit.

Mytyl also reminds me of mythril, which tends to be shown as a greenish metal. But that's just me.

And it even works with RWBY's storytelling motif!