Outsider Chronicles: A New Arc

Dieing and ending up in another world is one thing. That world being one infested with monsters is quite another. This is gonna be fun...

Hello and welcome to my RWBY idea! I intend to work on this and CoST together, but we'll see how well that works out. Anyway, Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Well, I can safely say that someone is pissed at me. Why? Well, I'd just died from having a shelf of kitchen equipment fall on me at work and now I find myself waking up in the body of a baby with a giant in a surgical mask leaning over me. Needless to say, that scared the crap out of me.

After that pant wetting introduction to my new life, I quickly made a few interesting discoveries. First of, I had been reborn into the world of Remnant. You know, the world where everyone has colour's in their name, weapons can change shape and the entire world is infested with Monsters? Yeah, that one. In other news, I was apparently not my own person but rather a certain useless, shortsighted blond. Yep, apparently I'm now Jaune Arc.

Growing up was...interesting to say the least. Last time through, I had only had one younger brother, but now I found myself with seven older sisters, all of whom were extremely powerful Hunteresses and FUCKING TERRIFYING! Seriously, the one time I managed to piss off the youngest sister, she damn near killed me. I can't even remember what I did to piss her off so much, but I made damn sure I didn't do it again.

It was strange, growing up again while knowing just what was in store for this world, as well as a potential future for the body I wore had I not been the one born into it. When I was little, I had a lot of time to think since my body wouldn't move and I spent a long time brooding over what I could do. Sure, Jaune was a weakling, at least to begin with, but he did have interesting effects on a lot of people. I couldn't help but wonder what me being...me would do to the future. After all, I wasn't really Jaune, I had nothing to prove like he did. If I wanted, I could stay put and live a semi normal life, without the constant threat of being eaten that came with being a Huntsman. On the other hand, what would become of the future if I did that? After all, as weak as Jaune was, he still had a huge effect on a number of other people, Pyrrha being the most obvious. Eventually, when I was seven, I came to a decision.

"You want me to do what?" asked my oldest sister, Joan, looking up from her morning tea.

"I want you to teach me how to fight," I said.

Joan slowly put her cup down and sat back in her chair, eyeing me curiously.

"Why?" she asked, "Do you want to be a Huntsman?"

I nodded.

"Again, why?"

I frowned.

"What do you mean why?" I asked.

"Why do to want to be a Huntsman?" asked my sister, "Is it because you admire them? Or because everyone else in our family are Huntsmen?"

"Oh no, nothing like that," I said, waving my hand, "Well, not entirely. I won't lie and say the fact that you guys are all Huntsmen doesn't have something to do with it, but its more because I want to help people."

Joan stared at me for a moment longer, before she drained her cup and stood, grabbing her massive two handed from where it was leaning against the table as she did. I stared at her as she walked to the door, feeling my heart sink as she left.

"Well, are you coming?" she asked as she opened the door.

I blinked.

"Wait, you mean..?"

Joan didn't say anything, she just nodded and walked out. I stared after her as a slow grin crossed my face.

"THANKS SIS!" I shouted as I chased her.

Worst...idea...ever! I knew that asking any of my sisters to train me was inviting agony, but I wasn't expecting it to be this bad! After a week of daily training, my body felt like one massive bruise from the daily beatings Joan subjected me to. Still, I wasn't about to give up, not now, not ever, which is why I was back in the Dojo going through the Kata's Joan had beaten into me, despite how badly my body wanted to be back in bed.

"What are you doing Jaune?" asked Joan from the door.

Despite the suddenness of the voice, I didn't jump, mainly because I was about to collapse, but also because I had developed a sort-of sense for Joan after all the beatings.

"You don't improve by taking days off," I said, not stopping the Kata I was doing.

"You don't improve by working yourself to death eather," she said, "I gave you today off for a reason. Your body needs time to recover, especially seeing as your so young."

"I'll be fine," I said.

Joan raised an eyebrow and walked over to me, jabbing a finger into my ribs.

"OWWWW!"

"That doesn't look fine to me," said Joan as I rolled around on the floor, clutching my newly throbbing ribs.

"God damn it Sis, that hurt!"

"I know and thats why I told you to stay in bed," she said, completely lacking any sort of of sympathy.

"Urrrg."

Joan shook her head and sat down next to me as the pain I was in dulled to a dull throb.

"You know, you've surprised me today," said Joan.

"How so?" I asked.

"Well, I have to admit, I was expecting you to give up after everything I've put you through this week," she said.

I gave her a flat look.

"So that was all what, a test?"

"Sort of," said Joan, "The life of a Huntsman isn't an easy one, I had to make sure you were really up for it."

I groaned and let my head fall back to the floor with a thump.

"I hate you sometimes, you know that sis?"

Joan just chuckled.

"Here, let me help you," she said, holding out her hand.

I took it and let her pull me to my feet.

"Thanks, guess I'll head back to bed," I said grumpily.

"That would be best," said Joan, "But before you go, let me do something."

I blinked as she put a hand on my chest and pushed lightly. My eyes shot open as a blast of heat flew through me, washing away the aches and pains as my body glowed with a faint blue light.

"W-what the hell?" I spluttered, "Was that my..?"

"Yep, that was your Aura," said Joan, "If you really want to be a Huntsman, you'll need it."

"I-I...thank you Joan," I said, staring down at my hands, "This feels amazing!"

"I have to say I'm impressed," said Joan, "You have an impressive amount of Aura for your age."

I blushed.

"Now, off to bed," she said, "Your Aura may heal you quickly, but you still need to rest."

"But…"

Joan glared at me and put a hand on the hilt of her sword.

"I'M GOING!"

I sprinted out of the room before Joan could introduce the flat of her Durandal to my head again.

After that, Joan cranked up my training to the point that it was actually quite absurd, occasionally getting our other sister and her team mates to help out in beating the crap out of me. Still, it wasn't all bad. Thanks to the intense training, I was advancing extremely quickly, from a weedy kid with no fighting skills into a truly formidable fighter. My parents also seemed to be pretty proud of my progress, despite the initial disapproval from my Father, and they gave me my Weapon on my tenth birthday.

It was a sword (obviously since thats what I'd been training with for the past five years) that resembled a cross between a Katana and a saber, with a black spine and no guard. Instead, a revolver cylinder was built into the blade where it met the hilt with a similar function to Weiss' sword, enhancing the blade with various types of Dust. Finally, the hilt had a hand guard and trigger built in that allowed me to fire bolts of elemental power from the blade, depending on the type of Dust the blade was infused with.

After I got my weapon (which was named Caliburn), Joan picked up my training, pushing me to the limit every day, now with real weapons to help me develop my Aura and swordsmanship with an actual weapon rather than just wooden training weapons. I also persuaded my other sisters to train me in martial arts in case I was ever disarmed, throwing weapons and the use of Dust in combat and even managed to convince them to let me tag along on a few of their less dangerous missions so I could gain some experience in the field. Then, after ten years of training, it finally came time to sign up to Beacon.

Surprisingly, getting in wasn't that hard. After all, Joan was a powerful and fairly famous alumni of the school herself, so her word carried a ton of weight in the admissions process, despite the fact I'd never attended Signal or any of the other schools. I did however have to take a test to make sure my combat skills were up to snuff for that very reason. The test took the form of a Tournament style duel with one the other would be students coming from a background other than a prep school.

I took a deep breath as I made my way through the Halls of Beacon to the room that my test was due to take place. I admit, I was nervous. This fight would determine my future and whether or not I could get into Beacon. I knew intellectually that I had nothing to worry about. After all, I didn't need to win the fight, only give my best showing so the examiners could assess my skills, but that certainly didn't stop the nerves. In fact, I was so nervous that I didn't see someone else coming the other way and walked into them.

"Sorry," we both said at the same time as we brushed past one another.

Apparently we were both in a hurry. I paused as I reached the end of the hall as the voice of the girl I'd walked into properly registered. It was...oddly familiar. I turned and caught sight of the hem of a red cloak as it vanished around the corner. Huh, apparently I'd just walked into Ruby. Interesting. I shook my head and started walking again. I doubt that encounter will mean anything in the long run.

Shortly after, I arrived at the waiting room area I had been told to wait in and began to do one last check of my gear. My attire consisted of a gray, collared shirt and black trousers and fingerless, red gloves. Over the top I wore an armoured long coat that had storage space sown into it for my various small weapons, including a number of throwing knives with Dust inside that could explode, a small handgun/bowie knife and replacement Dust supplies for Caliburn. It never hurt to be prepared after all and I certainly wasn't about to limit myself just to my sword. Speaking of my sword, Caliburn was sheathed at my hip, already loose in its sheath and ready for combat.

I was distracted from my inspection when the door opened and my opponent walked into the waiting room. I immediately felt the urge to facepalm. Black hair, black and white outfit, cat ears hidden under a bow and golden eyes. My opponent was Blake of all people. Blake threw a glance at me, before walking over to the wall and leaning against it.

"So I take it you're my opponent?" I asked.

Blake just gave me a flat look.

"Yeah, I know, stupid question," I muttered, "So, whats your name?"

"Why do you ask?" asked Blake.

"Well, chances are we'll be classmates this year, so I figure we might as well get to know each other," I said, "I'm Jaune Arc by the way."

"Blake Belladonna."

"Hmm, I wonder which part fits you best?" I mused.

When Blake gave me a questioning look I elaborated.

"Belladonna is a poisonous plant, but the word means Fair Lady. I can safely say you cover one of the meanings, but are you a deadly nightshade?"

Blake blushed slightly, before she smirked.

"You'll be finding out soon enough," she said.

"I guess so," I said with a smirk of my own.

We lapsed into silence. However, said silence didn't last long as the door opened again and a man stuck his head in.

"Mr Arc, Miss Belladonna, we're ready for you now," he said.

Blake and I nodded and followed him out and into the arena. Well, Arena might be a bit of an exaggeration. It was actually just the classroom Beacon used for combat training since it was the best place available for these exams. Sitting in the stands was a small group of extremely recognizable faces, including Ozpin, Goodwitch, Dr Oobleck and Professor Port, all ready to watch and judge our fight. As I passed my eyes over the teachers, I couldn't help but notice that Ozpin looked oddly confused about something before he hid the expression under his normal faint smile. What he was confused about I have no idea, but I just brushed it off as one of the Headmasters eccentricities.

Blake and I took our positions across from each other, our hands on our weapons.

"Hey Blake, whatever happens, lets have no hard feelings, alright?" I asked as the screen came up with our pictures, Aura gages and the clock, "I don't know anyone going to Beacon, so I could use at least one friendly face."

Blake smiled and nodded.

"Alright," she said, "But you should know I'm gonna win."

I grinned.

"Oh, thems fighting words! Lets see if you can back it up!"

"BEGIN!" shouted the referee and the clock started.

As soon as the command to begin was given, I drew my sword from under my coat and charged Blake. The Cat Faunus was just as quick on the draw as I was though and quickly drew her own weapon, bringing it up to block my blade out of pure instinct. Caliburn clashed with Gambol Shroud in a shower of sparks.

"Oh, impressive reflexes Pussy Cat," I said as our blades locked and we struggled against one another.

Blakes bow twitched minutely at the nickname and a look of shock and fear briefly crossed her face before she hid it behind a smirk.

"You're not bad yourself," she said, "But can you keep up with me?"

I instinctively ducked, barely avoiding the swing Blake had just made at my head. The Blake in front of be shimmered and dissolved as I punched it, revealing that it was one of her Shadow Clones.

"Need trick," I said, "Heres mine."

I swung my sword, pulling the trigger as I did, sending a wave of green tinted wind at Blake that she barely managed to roll out of the way of. I pushed the switch under my thumb and the Dust Cylinder spun, coming to a stop on red. I pulled the trigger and the blade of my sword burst into flames. Blake gulped as she eyed the blazing flames.

"Impressed?" I asked.

"Not bad," said Blake, "But you'll have to catch me first!"

I narrowed my eyes and lowered my stance, before charging the cat Faunus, aiming my blazing sword to stab her and end the fight. Blake flipped out of the way, leaving behind a shadow clone that took my sword through the chest and exploded, taking out a good portion of my Aura in the process. I turned on my heel and swung my sword, catching Blake as she aimed her own sword at my spine, carving off a large chunk of her remaining Aura. The Faunus skidded back from the impact, coming to a stop at the far side of the arena. A quick glance at the board revealed that both our Auras were just barely out of the red and the clock was ticking down.

"Don't get distracted!"

I snapped back to Blake as she threw her sword at me. I instinctively ducked, only to be forced to roll out of the way as she yanked on the ribbon attached to the hilt, pulling the weapon back with a loud retort from the gun part. I cursed as I was forced on the defencive by the sudden flurry of attacks from both the katana that was now being swung wildly around and Blake coming at me with her cleaver. I stumbled back as both weapons smashed into my sword at the same time, breaking my guard.

"Got you!" shouted Blake, grabbing her katana out of the air and aiming a stab at me to take of the last bit of my Aura.

"No, I've got you," I said as the cylinder spun to yellow dust and my blade sparked with electricity.

My finger tightened on the trigger of my sword as Blake's sword approached…

BEEP!

"Time, stop the match!" shouted the referee.

"Huh?"

Blake and I both froze, the tips of our blades inches from one anothers throats. For a moment, everything was still, before the sound of clapping was heard from the stands. We both straightened and sheathed our swords as we turned to face the teachers. Ozpin was stood up and applauding with a proud smile on his face.

"Exelent, exelent both of you," he said, "That was by far, the best and closest match I have ever seen during these tests. I can say without reservation that you both have a place at Beacon."

I noticed that Glynda looked disapproving, but the corner of her lip was none the less curved up in a faint smile.

"I would prefer that you didn't jump the gun Ozpin," she said, "However, I see no reason not to allow them entry. They are both extremely skilled."

"Indeed," said Oobleck, "They both seem perfect for the title of Hunter."

"Most impressive!" said Port, "They certainly have the makings of fine Huntsmen!"

Ozpin pushed a couple of buttons on his Scroll and Blake and I's Scrolls chimed. We pulled them out and, sure enough, there was our acceptance notifications for Beacon.

"Welcome to Beacon Academy."

And there we go, done. This should be very, very interesting, especially once I get to the point where I get to show off what I have in mind for Jaune's Semblance. I think some of the ideas I have for this will shock and amaze you.

Please note, Jaune flirting with Blake does not mean that he's going to end up with her. I chose Blake to be his opponent because I needed someone like Jaune who wouldn't be coming from a prep school and so, got into Beacon through other channels.

Hmm, I wonder if that little encounter with Ruby will become important? Or maybe it was just my way of hinting at something more? Who knows. For now, only I do. Hehehe.

And with that, its time for me to sign out. I hope you liked this and don't forget to give me a review!