Hello everyone! SparkyDapperDab19 here with a new story! I hope you all enjoy! Also I don't own RWBY or the Bioshock franchises. They all belong to their respected owners.

Tears of the Mind

Chapter 1

The wayward knights return

"Where did you get that sword boy?" The man said to the blonde knight while two police men restrained him. It was a pity because if he was a few seconds faster, the mustached prick would have eaten an aura infused fastball.

"Don't you know that makes you the back-stabbing, snake in the grass False Shepherd?" the man told him as the crowd around the raffle began to gasp and murmur. "And we ain't letting no false shepherd into our flock!" the crowd cheered at this and the blonde noticed instantly how the attitude of the crowd changed from cheerful to bloodthirsty. The slow dread soon seeped in as the dozens of people all around the restrained boy became murderous.

"SHOW HIM WHAT WE GOT PLANNED BOYS!" that was the last thing the blonde could hear as he looked in sudden horror at the rapidly rotating blades of the sky hook that was inching towards him. The sounds of the small gears rotating seemed to slow down until the hooks were only millimeters away.

"GAAAHH!" Jaune shot up from his bed and pulled out the pistol that he kept under his pillow, only to be aiming at the wall at the other end of the small motel room he was in. he let out a few more gasps of breath before realizing that it was just another dream. His wide eyes soon relaxed as he got up and sat off the side of the bed. He set the unusual looking pistol on the nightstand and let out another sigh before running his hands over his face and hair.

It had been a month since he got back. A month since he discovered some things that figuratively fried his mind and a month since he was left alone. His hands squeezed tight into fists as he remembered her for a split moment and instinctively going to the bottle of whiskey on the dresser. After pouring himself a glass and downing the drink he looked back to the gun. Another reminder of the place he had been, the hardships he endured, and lives he had took.

"What the hell am I doing?" Jaune muttered to himself as he got up from his bed and headed over to the window, looking out to see the broken moon illuminating the world of Remnant. "It's been a week since I came back to Vale. Why am I still in this damn motel room?" he looked back to the dresser and let out a sigh. He knew that answer but hated to admit it.

Admitting that he was afraid.

He could hardly believe it was only a month since he was abducted by two twins that had a thing for finishing each other's sentences. Before he knew it, said twins somehow warped him to a world that literally made him vomit from not just the flying city, but the sick ideals and twisted minds that inhabited it. During his time in there, he fought, he killed, and in a way, he died. But even after pushing through and surviving, after defying the laws of space and time by getting back to his world, why did he wait on going back to the ones he cared about? The ones that were probably in hysterics about him disappearing.

He went to his folded clothes at the foot of the bed and pulled from his black slacks a photo of him and his team. A photo that they took just a few days before his disappearance and his heart clenched a bit. He saw there smiles and then immediately clamped his eyes shut.

"You honestly think they would take you back after worrying them for so long?" Jaune gave a slight growl to the annoyance that was residing in his head.

"They're my friends. I know they would."

"No, you HOPE they will. You have no clue how they feel about this and let's be honest, at this rate you never will know." Jaune remained silent when the festering voice pointed this out. "I mean, SHE just flat out left you. You really think that they wo-"

"I KNOW DAMMIT!" Jaune shouted while he grasped his head. "I know that happened alright?! Can we just move on from that?! Besides! She isn't them! She was never them!" silence was the only response for the blonde as he sat back down on the bed with photo still in hand. He didn't need the photo to see their smiles. He knew he didn't. He also knew deep down that what the voice said was wrong. He knew they would be happy to see him. After all, they were his friends.

He looked at the scroll charging next to the pistol and opened it. At first when he got back to Remnant, he was surprised to see his scroll was still operational and it had shown that it had been exactly a month since he left despite his travel to different realities. He saw that all of his contacts were still logged into his scroll and smiled at all the faces that he knew.

"Tomorrow." He muttered and set the scroll back on the dresser. "I go back tomorrow." He was about to lay back down until a sudden realization hit him. He had said the exact same words the night before. Every night for the past week he would say "Tomorrow." But instead, go out to the outer parts of the city and either get wasted or find food. Every damn day he would put the people that actually gave a damn about him on the backburner and it was at that moment, when he felt his head on the pillow, his synapses assaulted the rest of his mind with a painful jolt. Practically screaming at him to stop this.

"FuuuUUUUCK!" he said as his voice rose. He couldn't tell if it was a new-found adrenaline kicking in, or just anger at himself, but he threw his legs over the side of his bed and grabbed his clothes. During his time in Columbia, Jaune had to lose his beloved hoodie and had to settle with clothes from that time and place. He put on his black slacks while fastening his navy-blue button down shirt. After putting on his vest, he wrapped the red sash around his neck and headed towards the front door. He was turning the knob when he realized the dark bandage that he had from the knife wound was still wrapped comfortably around his hand. He starred at it for a few moments, relishing in the sudden burst of memories in Columbia. It was hell on earth, but those few tender moments though. those moments when he was alone with her.

"God dammit." he muttered as he undid the bandage. The scar was a few inches long but stood out nonetheless. He traced the scar on the inside of his hand with his thumb and grimaced a bit. Gritting his teeth, he pocketed the dark cloth and turned the knob, heading out into the night. The prominent lights of Beacon Academy shined in the distance and after recollecting his thoughts, he took his first true step towards his once home.

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It truly was quite a start of a new day for Jaune as he was vomiting up a hurricane in one of the bullhead's trashcans. Some people were actually becoming uncomfortable due to the sheer amount and ungodly noises that were emitting from the blonde.

'For Oum's sake I fought radical activists on SKY LINES for crying out loud! Why is it that the minute I get on a bullhead I'm back to "Vomit Boy" again?!' Jaune mentally screamed as he was about to go another round with the trashcan.

"Attention passengers, we will be arriving at Beacon Academy shortly. Please hold onto nearby rails or take a seat for your safety." the intercom blared through the speaker. Jaune simply grumbled as he held the trashcan tightly while the ship landed at Beacon docks. As soon as the doors opened, Jaune bolted out of the flying death trap and began kissing the ground in a somewhat animated fashion.

"Oh, sweet merciful ground! I know I left you behind for a flying city but I regret it so! Please take me back!" he exclaimed while others were looking in awe and confusion. After everyone disembarked and the blonde was left alone, Jaune quickly composed himself as he looked up to see the familiar courtyard that was a few meters away. He looked around to see not much has changed since he had left, except that the heat was a little more intense than he remembered. He let out a small chuckle though as he got up and headed for the entrance.

As Jaune entered the school, he began to wander through the colossal halls and simply marveled at how it had only been a short time but yet felt like years to him. As he continued on though he noticed that the halls were empty of any students or staff.

"Class is probably in session at the moment." He muttered to himself. One of the first things he wanted to do when he arrived was assure his friends that he was alright. That he was alive and not going anywhere else. Unfortunately, he knew well that if he even took a step into one of his classes, that pandemonium from his old team and friends would ensue. Keeping in mind the wellbeing of the teachers, he decided on another destination. Despite his urge to make his friends happy, he had to speak with someone else first.

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Headmaster Ozpin was sitting at his desk, looking over the transcripts of the new studenets that would be enrolling in the next few months all while sipping from his signature mug. He flipped through the pages of one of the students and tossed it aside into the rejection bin along with almost hundreds of others. He mentally sighed at the new addition to the almost towering pile. Not knowing why any of them thought that they could actually get by him with the falsifications that they had on their transcripts. He had taught and watched over this school for many years and he could not understand the idiocy of those that thought they could slip through the cracks.

This thought however, brought him a sour look as he remembered a certain individual that used the exact methods to become a part of his school. The only exception in his perspective. He set down the file he was about to divulge into and looked to the far-left side of his desk. A simple flyer with the word "Missing." In bold print, followed by the picture of Jaune Arc. He closed his eyes and mentally sighed at how things have been since his disappearance. Needless to say, the leader's team was not in the best of moods, neither were the ones that he truly impacted.

The headmaster was snapped out of his thoughts though as the vibrations from his scroll began to go off at the other side of his desk. He shook his head gently, composing himself as he reached for his scroll. He opened it and saw that it was an incoming call from the receptionist at the bottom floor of the tower.

"Yes?" he asked politely as he answered the call.

"Sir, there is this strange young man claiming that he is a student here and trying to talk to you. He seems as if he isn't around here so I wanted to clarify with you." Ozpin nodded his head at this. Goodwitch was in the middle of teaching combat class so his receptionist was the only staff assisting him at the moment. He also understood his skepticism but it didn't stop him from pinching the bridge of his nose due to the amount of unsureness in her voice.

"It's quite alright. Send him up." He said with sincerity before hanging up. He brushed aside some of the clutter on his desk and waited patiently for the elevator doors to open on the other side of the room. However, his cane was in arms reach if in case the person in question had the intent in harming him.

The doors soon opened and at that moment, Ozpin's eyes widened slightly at the figure that walked out of the elevator. He had definitely changed since the last time he saw him. His new attire was testament to that. Although despite the new attire and the unusual pistol holstered at his side, his distinguishing blonde hair and blue eyes had stayed the same, along with the familiar sword that was sheathed at his waist. The headmaster stared intently at the boy that was now scratching the back of his head.

"Hello Mr. Arc. It has been a while." Ozpin started and smirked a bit at the sudden jolt of surprise coming from Jaune.

"So, it has Professor Ozpin." Jaune replied. This response caused the headmaster to lean forward a bit.

"So, would you care to tell me why you have been missing for this past month?" Ozpin asked sincerely once more and this, to his confusion, caused the boy to chuckle.

"Where do I even start?"

And that's a wrap! I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter and expect more sometime in the near future. However, I want you all to keep in mind that Reaping with Sorrow is top priority in my list of fanfics that I am writing. So, expect this one to take a little longer to update. So yea, Jaune just got back from Columbia. I wonder how this will go. In the meantime, drop a comment or review and as always, BE FIERCE!

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