Chapter 1: His Beginning

It never really occurred to him to ask the question 'Why?'

After all the tongue lashings he has gotten, it would be reasonable to say he was use to it.

But that just wasn't the case.

He's heard it all, "You're useless", "What is wrong with you", "You dumbass", "Why did we even have you", even "Go die", but while it hurt to hear that, it never crushed him emotionally.

So that's why he asked the question which was...

"You guys love me, right?" The 6 year old asked in a hopeful tone. He thought that even with all his parents have said, they would still did love their son. That's why he never broke.

That was, until he heard what he thought was the unimaginable…

"What a stupid question, of course not," His mother coldly deadpanned, "you're just a waste of space after all."

"Exactly," His father chimed in, "why would we ever love such a nuisance"

All of his sisters listen to this with worry in the hearts. While they did nothing to help him, but always hearing these thing being said to him hurt them as well.

But this time it was different for them and their brother. Because as they all look at him the only they could see was the brightness of his cobalt blue eyes fade away. All the while he began to stare at the ground with his blonde hair starting to cascade over his face.

His parents then stood up from their chairs in the kitchen and walked past him, leaving him in there with his sisters.

"Little bro, I-" One of the sisters tried to say before she was cut off.

"It's fine. I have to go somewhere anyway," He said monotonously before he ran out the back door.

"Wait, come back!" She called out, trying to follow, but again, was cut off by a hand grasping her by the shoulder.

"Just let him be. You know he'll be back, and we can only hope he'll be better when he does," The eldest of the sisters said with a hint of doubt that none of them could detect.

"I guess," the younger said still worrying over him, "I just wish we could do more for him, y'know?"

"Yeah," another sister said, "they're so unfair to him, and all we ever do is stand around," She said in frustration.

"But what can we do?" The youngest questioned.

"We just have to wait for him to come back, then talk with him. We'll deal with the rest when it comes along," The eldest replied, hoping that they didn't think too much on their brother.

Yet the only thing they were all thinking was if Jaune Arc would even come back.

Meanwhile…

A crow soars over a vast and luscious forest only to perch on a tree as the Jaune runs through and trips, landing face first.

"Damn it! Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" was what was shouted as he punched the ground over and over in a blind rage.

"Why?! All this time! They never loved me, never gave a damn, but I still don't know WHY?!" His voice, somehow, rose to greater heights.

As he turned to lay on his back the tears flowed out, unable to hold themselves back anymore. He just didn't understand, what was bothering him wasn't even the fact that his parents didn't love him, but rather that he still didn't know why. Was his simple presence the reason they hated him or did they simply think in all honestly that he was a mistake.

So while trapped in his depressing thoughts, and since he was still all too ignorant of the fact that the monsters of this world were attracted to such things, along with him just laying there, as if he was an unsuspecting prey, he was considered to be served on a silver platter.

As the creatures of Grimm surrounded the area, Jaune had just barely begun realized what was happening. So with panic starting to rise in him, he tried to calmed down, but then thought something.

'Who cares?' was all that was brought into his mind. His parents didn't love him and since his sisters never did anything to help him, he could only assume they didn't care about him either.

"Well," he sighed while standing up, "it's not like anyone would care," he said to seemingly no one.

He let his arms fall to his sides as he only awaited for what his thought was the inevitable, he then closed his eyes. As a Beowolf starts to head in his direction, but high in the trees is a man with dark, spiky hair, crimson eyes, and a equally red tattered cloak, is standing atop a sturdy tree branch looking to see what would happen.

While normally he would have intervened to make sure the kid wasn't going to die, he felt something from this kid. Something he couldn't quite place. So he decided to wait it out, but what he hadn't realized that while he was in thought, was that monster was closing in for the kill.

So as the wolf type Grimm went for a slash, the unexpected happened. The Grimm ended up slashing at nothing, as Jaune had somehow dodged with his eyes closed.

'What?' The man thought in confusion.

'Huh?' was the similar thought going on inside Jaune's mind.

'That shouldn't have been possible?!' The both of them thought in synch. But once again the the Grimm closed in. But with the older male breaking out his stupefied state of mind, he jumped in and stopped the the claw with a greatsword before Jaune could even recognize what had happen.

"Y'know kid," the gravely voice of the man said, "most children don't go off into Grimm infested forest just to fail at dying," He gave a chuckle as he finished, right before pulling his hair back and giving a fierce glare at the Grimm.

Jaune look on in amazement as the man kick the Grimm off himself and swung the sword horizontally, bisecting the monster. But that wasn't the end, as a five more Beowolves came to attempt the same as their fallen comrade.

Key word attempt. Since that was the word Jaune used as he kept his awe filled gaze, which only became even more so after he saw the sword have an alternate shotgun mode that made his head hurt every time he thought about it. The man was just so fast, and he had even killed the Grimm in less than a half a minute! Jaune couldn't believe it.

"Well then," The man said as he let his hair fall back into place, "why don't we get you back home, buddy!" He gleefully announced.

"Um, how abou- LOOK OUT!" Jaune tried to say before he pushed the man down to avoid being killed by another Beowolf strike.

"Woah! Looks like I forgot about the Alpha," The man said while pushing Jaune off, ignoring the kid's indignant cry of 'Hey!', and stood up.

"Looks like you don't owe me for saving you after all," He stated kinda disappointedly. But what he did next made Jaune once again stare in awe.

Not only did his sword turn into a gun, but apparently it also turned into a massive scythe, which was easily two heads taller than the man. This was something Jaune didn't dare think about, for fear his head may explode.

But for as fast as the attack of the Alpha came, the man attacked twice as fast, with him making it look like it was an everyday thing to strike that fast. So with the Alpha beheaded by the man, he soon turned to Jaune.

"So then, what's your name kid," The man then awaited for his response.

For a minute it seem as if all of time was waiting for him, but all he could focus on was the man right in front of him. And how he just wished he was like the man before him. But that feeling soon left as he gave his answer.

"Jaune. But can I please get your name Mr. Hero!" Jaune declared, and the man could see a light quickly filling the kid's eyes.

"Alright, Jaune. The name is Qrow Branwen, but I ain't no hero. I'm a Huntsman. Y'know protectors of the people, and slayer of Grimm," Qrow said with prideful tone, "now then, why don't we get you to your parents!" Qrow then cheerfully announced.

And just like that, the light from the boy's eyes soon left him.

And there's chapter one hope it satisfactory.

Also I updated the story to fix some mistakes.

Anyway please R&R and for now Bye!

~SkyXXVII