Death. To die, is to no longer exist, or at least, for most people, that's what it means. Not for one such Jaune Arc, however. In his case solely, it means the beginning. And to reach the beginning, you must first start from it.

Rain falls upon the slick concrete, pounding hard, like an automatic drum. The beat of rain is continuous, liquid meets earth at a rapid pace. It had been raining for at least three days straight, no clear skies in site. Jaune Arc tossed on his backpack, and stopped at the window to peer outside at the endless roar of water. The rain was almost a symbol for how the day was going to be for Jaune, for today was an important day in any adolescents life. Jaune was about to hit high school, his first day. High school makes many feel not too different from how the rain hitting the ground made those who dislike it feel; dreary, miserable, and thinking with the mindset of how it's seemingly endless. That, and the churning feeling in the pit of his stomach, made Jaune believe today was going to be a bad day. Jaune stepped out of his room and into the kitchen, where a note awaited him. It was from his mother.

It simply said, "Sorry, work came up." Jaune knew this meant his mother would be gone for weeks, even possibly months. She had never really quite explained what, or where, she worked. Ever since his dad died when he was seven, Jaune's mother would occasionally disappear for some kind of work for long periods of time and would return suddenly with a lump sum of money.

Jaune sighed and picked up the credit card hidden beneath the note. He slipped his future payments of who knows how many bills, whether they be for groceries or whatever, into his wallet and picked the keys off the hook by the front door. Jaune backed out the front door and closed it behind him, locking it. He tossed the keys up and over his shoulder, quickly spinning around and putting his hand out to catch them. The keys just hit the wet pavement below him, however, due to him being distracted by the person in front of him.

Pyrrha Nikos; Jaune's childhood friend, the girl he hasn't seen in three whole months, all of summer break, stood before him. She gave him the usual head half-tilted, half-hearted smile that brought nostalgia of many fun times, and many rough as well. Jaune opened his mouth, but for some reason, he couldn't form any. Pyrrha giggled at how the blonde goof looked standing there with his slack-jaw and dumb expression.

"Long time no-see." Pyrrha broke the silence between them. Jaune was used to that, though. He never was that good talking to females, even the ones that were his friends.

"Uh.. I.. Yeah,um..How've you been?.." Jaune finally coughed up a response, averting her gaze as he quickly scooped his keys off the ground.

"I've.. seen better times, I suppose. More importantly, how have you been?.." Pyrrha gave a concerned look.

"Well..okay. I mean, well, We're freshmen now! ugh, I, I'm a freshman, You're a fresh..woman?"

Jaune scratched the back of his head. 'Smooth' He slapped himself mentally.

Pyrrha giggled,"I guess you can say that." She sighed, "I missed you Jaune, I really did." She turned and started walking through the rain and towards the gate. She called back to him, "You're going to West Beacon, right?"

Jaune nodded and quickly caught up to her side, then slowed to her walking pace. They shared steady silence, aside from the downpour and occasional passerby, all the way to the high school. When they reached the first step to the entrance, Pyrrha jolted in sudden realization.

"Crap, Jaune, Sorry, but I gotta catch ya' later, I promised someone I'd meet up with them before the entrance ceremony, kay?" Pyrrha bolted off before Jaune could've replied, not that he would have stopped her. Jaune sighed, exhaling loud. Jaune went up the second step, but as soon as his foot made contact with the concrete, someone zoomed past him, knocking him off his equilibrium, and spinning him around before he fell on his butt. Jaune rubbed his tailbone flesh, aggravated and about to curse the jerk who just did that, until he saw the same jerk run face first into some white-haired girl. Jaune was still dizzy, but he could make out that the one who knocked him over was a girl, and she was currently being yelled at by the girl in white she just ran into. Jaune stood up just as the girl in white was about to say something really offensive, so he had to step in-

"You better pay for my dry-cleaning you little gothita looking bi-" she was cut off by ours truly, mister chivalrous.

"Hey! Leave her alone, it was an honest mistake! She just wasn't looking where she was going, okay? Leave it at that!" With that said, the girl in white stomped off, furious, red-faced with anger and embarrassment. Jaune extended his hand to the small girl. Trying to not seem like a creep, he also gave a small smile, it wasn't too much, but was also not too little. She accepted his hand and he helped her up.

"Hi..I'm..uh.. Jaune Arc" Jaune was nervous talking to this girl he had never met before, he had no idea what she'd be like, however, his worries melted away when she spoke.

"Hi! I'm Ruby..Ruby Rose. Jaune, huh? Is that French or something?.." Jaune somehow felt at ease when she spoke. She was just so cheerful sounding and happy, when she spoke he felt relaxed and calm, like he could say or do whatever he wanted, and she would still smile brightly and hold his hand.

'Hold my hand?..' Jaune looked down at his hand still locked into hers, and light pink crept across his face. He tried casually removing his hand, but her grasp was like quicksand, the harder he struggled to pull it free, the deeper into her hold his hand would sink.

Jaune distracted himself through replying, "Uh.. Heh.. Yeah, actually, I come from a line of french ancestors. And...um.. do you mind.. letting go?.." Jaune averted eye contact.

As if suddenly realizing she was still gripping his hand, Ruby let go and apologized. Jaune and Ruby started talking, and as they entered those large double doors of the main entrance of West Beacon, they entered as friends. Confirmed as such by Jaune even asking if they were friends…

"So.. we're..friends, right?"

"Of course!"

Jaune and Ruby entered the auditorium, where the opening of the year speech was about to be held by the Principal, Dean of students, and the Freshman body president. Jaune was amazed and frightened by how many people were currently in this room. He could easily make out the different groups, who were friends, who were loners, and how many people there were that he knew would never interact with him. Ruby ran off and hugged some busty blonde girl, leaving Jaune by himself in a crowd of people he didn't know, most of which he probably didn't want to.

Jaune spotted the girl in white from earlier talking to none other than Pyrrha. He wanted to apologize for snapping at her, even though she was at fault for screaming(I hate weiss, fair warning.), so he strolled up to them smiling and waving at Pyrrha. The girl in white was shocked to see Pyrrha interacting with the blonde dolt who had the audacity to yell at her earlier.

"Pyrrha, you know this dip-wad?" Weiss exclaimed, jabbing a finger in Jaune's direction.

"Yes, I do. Weiss, this is Jaune, he's my best friend and my neighbor." Pyrrha smiled in his direction. With both girls looking his way, he cracked under pressure..

..and so did his voice,"I..I'm Jaune" Pyrrha giggled at stating what she just had and Weiss simply glared at him. Jaune broke the awkward silence hanging above them.

"I.. I'm really sorry for what happened earlier" He rubbed the back of his head and tried to divert his eyes from her menacing gaze.

Weiss crossed her arms and looked away, in a 'hmph!' sort-of way.

"Fine, I'll accept your apology. But only because you're Pyrrha's friend, not because I want to. And trust me, I'll be keeping my eyes on you." And with that, Weiss left the two be, and went and blended with another crowd, disappearing into the swarm of people.

Jaune and Pyrrha glanced at each other, and both opened their mouths to speak, but immediately, they both closed their mouths, opened them again, and closed them again.

"ha ha, you first please.." Pyrrha said, allowing Jaune.

"Oh.. right, I made a new friend! Her name is Ruby, she's a freshman like us. She's really nice and sweet." Jaune smiled and turned his head, scanning the crowd for any sign of Ruby. Meanwhile, Pyrrha was internally screaming. Just the thought of Jaune with any girl, friends or whatever, other than her infuriated her. She would never have the courage to tell him, but she has always had a crush on Jaune since they met.

Jaune snapped her out of her thoughts, "So, what was your thing?.." Pyrrha blinked back into reality and realized what he asked.

" Oh, so, I guess I was voted President of the Freshman student body, and I have to give a speech in like, ten minutes!" Jaune's eyes went wide, and hers did as well when he hugged her.

"That's so cool! I always knew you were top-class!" Pyrrha took that the wrong way and thought he meant 'top-class' as in best romantic option. She always had a knack for taking things the wrong way, even if they didn't sound anywhere near what she thought. Pyrrha ran away, full speed, blushing mad. Jaune was once again left alone and confused.

Soon enough, the students were seated, and the speeches began addressing the upcoming year, and welcoming the new Freshman class. When Pyrrhas speech rolled around, Jaune awoke from his nap and actually payed attention. She gave a well thought-out speech including some key points such as 'following dreams' and preparing for the future. After her speech was complete, she spotted Jaune in the far left, back corner of the audience and waved to him smiling. Jaune smiled and waved back, of course, not knowing that he just sealed a vengeance sworn by a certain Pyrrha fan in the crowd, the school bully, Cardin Winchester.

After the speeches the students were released to explore the campus and seek out clubs and activities they wanted to be a part of. Jaune searched for Pyrrha and Ruby, hoping he could maybe join some stuff they were, so he wouldn't be completely alone in his school experience. Jaune felt a hand land on his shoulder. Jaune jolted, he spun around and saw Ruby standing there, waving with one hand, using the other to nibble on a complimentary cookie. She swallowed the cookie and spoke.

"What's up Jaune-y?" She sounded chipper as usual. (Cookie pun intended.)

"Jaune-y?.. oh,uh, I was just looking for you and Pyrrha.." Jaune slipped a cookie out of Ruby's hand and nibbled on it slowly, not using his hands.

Ruby tilted her head, a confused look on her face, "Who's Pyrrha?.."

Jaune mentally slapped himself again.

"She's the one who gave the speech for the Freshman. She's our Prez I guess. She's also been my friend for as long as I remember. I hope you two get along." Jaune looked right to left once more, hoping to catch sight of her.

"Mm-hm.." Ruby replied. Jaune couldn't figure out why but Ruby's attitude and tone had dropped all of a sudden. He put his palm on her forehead, and her cheeks went a hue of pink.

"Are you okay? You don't look good all a' sudden. Are you sick from too many cookies? ha ha.." he joked, not knowing his closeness was making her "fever" worse.

The whole rest of the school day, Ruby didn't seem her usual self, and Pyrrha was nowhere to be found. That is, of course, until Jaune spotted her waiting for him at the bottom of the school steps, where she had always waited for him in middle school. He pulled Ruby with him as he jogged up to Pyrrha.

"Hiya, Pyhrra." He greeted."This is my new friend, Ruby! Ruby, this is Pyrrha!" He claimed, smiled at them both,unbeknownst to him, warming their hearts.

They shook hands,and whilst Jaune glanced away for a split-second, they glared at each other, sparks flying between their locked looks that could kill. Ruby gave Pyrrha an evil grin. Ruby placed her hand on her forehead and swiveled backwards fake-fainting into Jaune, who fell for it, of course.

"oh.. Jaune..I don't feel so-oowooh" She acted, leading him into concern.

"Woh! Ruby, what the- are you alright?" Jaune held her in one arm, and fanned her with the other, which would do nothing, considering it's still raining..Dolt.

Pyrrha gritted her teeth, she glared at Ruby, staring daggers from behind Jaune. She wasn't going to play her childlike game. Pyrrha went to leave, crossing the street.

Wheels, eighteen, to be exact, screech along the highway. The gas tanker swivels and launches itself down the road, it's driver, completely intoxicated, unable to see two inches in front of him. He curses and slurs, slamming his hands into the wheel, shifting quickly left and comes over a hill, and happily hits the gas, enjoying his ride. He his unable to see the girl with long red hair crossing the street.

Jaune, however, sees the gas tanker coming, and shoots Ruby a desperate glance, which she returns telling him 'go!' without any words. Jaune hits the ground like usain bolt, speeding towards Pyrrha, who had just now noticed the tanker launch over the hill and in her direction. It was too late to go back, too late to cross, Pyrrha was smack in the middle of the highway, semi nearly feet from her face.

Jaune used all the strength in his legs to push himself from the earth, lunging towards Pyrrha, and knocking her out of the way and off her feet. In that split-second that Pyrrha hit the ground, she looked up and into Jaune's eyes. He said, "I'm glad you're safe.."

"SHPLACK" Jaune's whole right side is destroyed by the pure meteoric impact of the eighteen wheeler slamming into him at eighty miles an-hour. Jaune's right arm and six ribs were instantly crushed, as they took the initial blow. His skull was split, his right leg fractured, his nose broken. His already mutilated body met the pavement with force half of that the semi created, causing more fractures, his left shoulder being shattered, and his already broken ribs breaking even more and piercing both lungs. Jaune's body, after what had seemed like an eternity, finally came to a sliding stop. Jaune looked up into the sky. It was still raining. 'It seems the rain stops for nobody, or Anything.' Jaune thought to himself. 'I guess it's beautiful in that way.'

Pyrrha sprinted to Jaune's side and kneeled. Jaune couldn't make out what she was saying, but he could tell she was crying. He tried to tell her everything was going to be okay, that as long as she was fine, it doesn't matter what happens to him. But he couldn't, he couldn't speak. The blood from his lungs had already reached the pit of his mouth. Gasping for breath, Jaune turned his broken neck and coughed up blood. More and more, but it never stopped. The lack of oxygen in Jaune's brain caused it to shut down. With his last breath Jaune looked into Pyrrha's eyes and smiled. Pyrrha sat and watched in horror, crying hysterically, as the color left Jaune's eyes. Jaune Arc was dead.

On that day, crimson red met water, and lilac eyes met the sky as they slowly faded away. On that day, a life ended, But for Jaune Arc, the end…. was merely the beginning.

"You can't start the next chapter if you keep re-reading the last one..."

Hey guys, arclord here, I haven't been writing lately, but I felt it was time for something new. So this is a Jaune O.P. story. Please, if you like it, leave a comment and let me know if you like it. If you don't, tell me why, I'm up for criticism. Thanks.