8Ok I am officially now sailing in uncharted waters concerning Jaune's family. If and when any are revealed on screen I may come back and change a few things around. That will depend strictly on what comes to light and the flow of my own story.
Disclaimer: Still don't own a single thing!
The morning was starting off just as it usually did in the Arc residence. Leaving his bedroom on the second floor Jaune could easily hear the sounds of breakfast being prepared in the kitchen by his mother while his father was no doubt already sitting at the table reading the latest news. It almost seemed like a stereotypical family setting. All it missing was some kind of cheesy music from one of those old TV shows. Heading down the steps and into the kitchen with a yawn the family patriarch immediately took notice of with his grey eyes. "There he is." Arthur Arc announced with a warm smile while setting down his newspaper. "The soon to be rising star of Beacon Academy himself!" the older blonde haired man said as Jaune smiled weakly scratching the back of his head.
"Morning dad." Jaune said pulling up a seat at the table as his dad grinned patting him on the shoulder clearly excited for his son's future. Ever since the day he was born, Arthur would tell his wife and anyone else in the family that their only son was going to be something great. Saying it was a gut feeling that only he could understand. As a retired Huntsman and father, he would love to talk about his glory days fighting alongside others to stop the Grimm and so on. The thing was though when the man started talking you felt compelled to listen as if his voice had the ability to draw you in. Something Arthur coined as the 'Arc Charm'.
"Oh come on aren't you excited?" Arthur asked as his son looked away. "In just a few days you'll be off on the beginning of what will be great adventures." He said as Jaune looked back and smiled trying to ignore the uneasy feeling growing in his stomach.
"Oh leave him alone, it's a big change in his life." Jaune's mother Gwen Arc said as she sat down a plate of hot pancakes in between both male members of her family. Gwen was a woman in her late forties like her husband with long dark brown hair that was beginning to fade always tied up in a bun with a set of deep blue eyes that Jaune obviously inherited from her. "Now eat or no bacon." She chided her husband with a small smile as the man hung his head in defeat.
"Yes ma'am…" Arthur responded as Jaune looked around noticing the significant absence of the others in his family.
"Hey…where is everyone?" Jaune asked curious where his sisters were as Gwen moved to start taking care of the dishes.
"They left to go visit your older ones to do back to school shopping." Arthur replied. "You're not the only one getting ready to start school after all young man." He said. As Jaune was born in between a considerable amount of sisters three of which had already moved out it didn't come as a shock if they tended to stick together more like girls did at that age with the occasional suckering their brother into some scheme. "Now eat your breakfast, afterwards you and I are going out to get you some armor." He spoke with a grin. "Can't have my son go into battle without some protection." He said before taking another bite of his pancakes.
-Meanwhile-
In an undisclosed location in the woods a camp sat. Populated by men and women with various animal traits such as additional ears, dressed in white uniforms with masks fashioned after the Grimm. These individuals served under the organization adorned on the banners throughout the camp. A banner with the symbol of a red animal skull with three claw marks upon it, the image of the White Fang. A militant organization dedicated to ensuring that their race the Faunus were not an insect to be crushed under the boot of mankind. No matter the cost.
The sounds of painful grunts could be heard from a tent sitting in the heart of the camp with the sounds of someone talking. "Where is it?" the voice asked as the other inside the tent growled out in pain again with the sound of an electrical current active at the same time. "There's no use hiding it! Tell me where it is and all of this will stop!" he demanded as a young man with red hair that had a pair of horns curved backwards nearly blending into his hair approached the tent. As he drew near the sounds of what was occurring inside died down as a White Fang soldier emerged from within with a cattle prod in his hand while some blood stained his uniform before standing at attention before the individual.
"Has he said anything yet?" Adam Taurus asked his subordinate whom only shook his head making the bull Faunus narrow his eyes behind his mask.
"Nothing sir, he has a high threshold for pain. None of our…methods have made him speak." The Interrogator said. "Sir could it be possible that it perished and dissolved?" he asked as Adam shook his head.
"No, this…thing. Is not like some animal that crawls away to die after it's wounded. It's a survivor even without a host." Adam said looking past the interrogator to where a man in his late forties hung tied up by his wrists while various wounds adorned his bare torso while his head was covered by a black cloth bag. "Try harder. I want something before we move out tomorrow." He ordered before turning and departing.
This situation was beginning to grow out of control. First the betrayal of his partner during the train heist. The unlikely alliance with the woman. Then it came to the man who had undoubtedly tracked them down and was trying to dismantle their operations. Asking questions about the three that had visited their camp the week before this man attacked them. They needed to find the symbiote and fast before the situation grew worse. More than likely it fled to the town that wasn't far from their position. It was a common strategy they utilized. By establishing nearby the White Fang could not only scout out the town for any potential raiding targets leaving its limits but also a possible area for recruitment to their cause. Only now they had a threat fleeing to the one place they didn't want it going. An area ripe with candidate hosts. If the organization their prisoner answered to recovered the symbiote not only could it have potentially critical information but then their enemy would regain its most power weapon. One that could threaten everything they were planning.
The soldiers blending in with the people were already informed of the situation and to keep an eye out. If it hadn't bonded with someone yet it would most likely be dwelling somewhere dark away from heat and with little sound so it could try and recover. No chances were to be taken if they saw it or whoever it was attempting to bond to. Kill on sight. He wouldn't be losing much sleep if it was another human the creature chose anyway.
-Later that evening-
The streets of the town were dying with activity as the sun began to set while father and son walked past the various people minding their own business. In Jaune's hands was a package consisting of the pieces of armor they had managed to find for him. Consisting of a pair of white pieces of shoulder armor and a chest plate it was a simple set that was on sell that fit Jaune and would sever him well for the time being. After all the boy would probably only be dealing with sparring matches primarily and the equipment was only meant to help in the event Jaune's Aura was depleted. Unfortunately for Arthur however he was not aware his son even knew what Aura was. The father just assumed the son was already aware of it and either unlocked it already or would soon.
While in Arthur's hand was a longer slim package. Jaune didn't need to guess what was underneath the cloth his father insisted keeping it wrapped in. It was their family's blade and shield, Crocea Mors. The same weapon that his great-great-grandfather once wielded during the Great War eighty years ago. After the arrival of his Beacon acceptance letters Jaune was hoping his father would help him forge his own weapon. Instead he heard the older man talk to his mom about taking the sword and shield down where it hung over the mantle since he last wielded it himself and have it cleaned of age and sharpened anew. Don't get the young man wrong it was a nice gesture from a father to a son, but Crocea Mors was an antique in comparison to the advancements made to weaponry. Outside of the shield collapsing into a sheath for the blade it was just two pieces of old metal. It didn't even have a gun mode meaning he didn't have any ranged offense! Regardless Jaune heard how excited his father was over the notion of the minor restoration of the family heirloom and he couldn't back out now. Not when he knew his father was planning on giving it to him tonight. Especially when he had nothing else to use on such short notice. Hand me down antique or not, it will have to do for the time being. At least his dad had given him the occasional lesson on how to wield a sword. Despite those instances being scarce and in between.
"We should be heading back, your mom is probably getting worried over us being gone for so long." Arthur said to his son as they walked down the street back to their home that sat on the edge of town. After finding a set of armor appropriate and picking up the sword, his father and he had spent the rest of the day together by themselves. They went a saw a movie together, ate at Jaune's favorite diner, and he enjoyed every moment of it. Part of the young man felt sad he would be leaving and wouldn't be coming back often enough for four years.
As they neared their home Arthur paused for a moment making Jaune blink in confusion as the older man's eyes scanned the night. "Is everything alright dad?" he asked as he began to look around worriedly as Arthur shook his head.
"Yeah must be my nerves is all." Arthur said before looking back at his son and smiling. "Come on let's get inside." He reassured his son as they headed inside. All the while a figure with a set of wolf ears top his head watched from a nearby alleyway before looking at a small device as it a pulsating blimp appeared on the screen. The figure in the alleyway grinned as he pulled out his scroll and relaying a message.
"Found you."
That night long after everyone had retired for the night Jaune was busy finishing packing the last of this things into his bag before changing into his pajamas with a tired yawn. Tomorrow was it, the day he would say goodbye to this town and take the first step to becoming a hero! Ignoring his fears for once of the if scenario that could occur if his rouse is discovered he fell back onto his bed with a sigh. Tomorrow would be the first day for the rest of his life. As sleep finally took hold of him did the soon to be student of Beacon relax with a soft snoring filling the room.
It was about time! The black substance that had hidden under his bed just earlier that day emerged from beneath it and began crawling onto the bed. Weak and barely clinging to its life it had no choice now but to temporarily bond with this boy. At least until he got to Beacon. Once there it could separate from him and wouldn't have to worry about much else. Until then it would probably be best if he laid low and didn't interact with him. The last thing it needed was the kid having a panic attack. Inching closer to sleeping form a single black tendril latched onto Jaune's arm. While strange dreams began to fill Jaune's mind as the substance crawled up his arm and began to cover his body.
It was a dream of some kind of landscape that looked to be out in the countryside. Watching from a first person perspective. Jaune was running, father than he knew he could in real life towards a group of four ahead with another man by his side. He could feel the rush of adrenaline, fear, and concern growing as they neared the site of two teens holding a young woman by her arms while she was on her knees. All the while a woman in a red dress stood with her hand outstretched towards their captive as the two began to glow. The man next to Jaune was the first to react leaping into the air and slashing at the black tendrils connecting the woman and the captive. Then it was his turn to react as some kind of black tentacle sprouted from his arm to force the two teens holding the woman captive to leap out of the way grabbing the woman they held captive in his arms before she hit the ground. "Autumn!" a voice that wasn't Jaune's cried out as he held the woman as part of the black ink on her face faded and became part of her skin. Fear, worry, regret, and despair all crawled into his mind as he looked down at the woman before a new feeling erupted from within. The anger in the dream felt real as his head whipped around to the woman responsible her face seeming distorted by some kind of illusion as he drew a pistol from his belt. The undeniable desire to kill the one responsible flooded his mind as he pulled the hammer back.
"Watch out!" the man with the large sword that was his ally warned as a dark shadow formed underneath his body forcing him to jump out of the way taking his eyes off the attackers for a moment. By the time his eyes returned to where she stood. The woman in the red dress had vanished into thin air. The anger did not dissipate however as he looked back down at Autumn, he didn't know what that person did or what she was after, but he would find her and he would kill her!
As the dream ended the black slime that coated Jaune's prone body solidified into a solid skin tight suit with a large white spider symbol on Jaune's chest before it vanished seeping into his skin to hide and go dormant to recover its strength. Now all it needed to do was lay low and wait until tomorrow, it just hoped that the enemy wasn't close behind.
Ok up next Jaune heads to Beacon…with some complications along the way. Thanks to those who have followed and favorited this story since the last chapter! Please drop a review to let me know how I am doing. Plus I am still looking for someone to give me a hand with this story I just ask you have dececent grammar and are familiar with the two fandoms this crossover involves.