New story. Wild but interesting. Might have been done, might not. I'm a suckered for unique.
"Breathtaking as always, darlin'."
A weight fell onto his lap.
"Ya always looked so handsome. So majestic."
A pair of hands slid their way up and down his chest.
"You're like a god to those women up there."
Soft, hot breaths tickled his ear with every word.
"None of them would dare speak to ya, let alone touch ya like this."
Hands started to slide down his chest, moving to his sides, over his stomach, moving further south.
"I'm the only one with the confidence to show ya."
One of the hands reached the hem of his underwear. It hovered over the waistline, jittery with excitement.
"I'll make ya into a husband worthy of followin' me."
The other hand groped his crotch.
Jaune Arc's eyes shot open, suddenly awake and alert. He focused on the person above him, a woman much older than him. She was heavy set with short blonde hair and blue eyes. And she was way too close.
"Ah, so you're awake?" She smirked, her eyes filled with predatory delight.
Jaune moved fast, pulling himself from underneath her, flipping over the edge of the bed, and leaping back across the room. 'What the hell!? Where am I!?'
"I didn't expect the drug to wear off so fast," the blonde woman stated. He noticed that she wasn't wearing anything other than a bra and a pair of panties. And when he felt a cool breeze, he noticed he was in nothing but a pair of boxers. "Well, it's whateva. I'd honestly prefer ya awake, sweetheart."
'W-Where am I?' Jaune looked down at his hands. There was no blood, no scars, no Grimm ick, not even the speech he wrote down earlier in the day. 'Was I...reborn!?'
The older woman moved to sit at the edge of the bed. She patted the spot next to her, wiggling a 'come here' finger at him, the same smirk still on her face. "Come on, sweety. No need to be shy. I promise not to bite. Too hard."
He needed to get out of here and fast. "I, uhh, I think there's been some misunderstanding."
He turned to move to the door. A hand grabbed his wrist with the force of someone who, obviously, had aura. He looked back to see the woman, still grinning, only a bit more intense. She had moved across the room in a second. He could feel her trying to impose her will onto him as she pushed herself right into his face.
"Ye, sorry sweety, not happening. You're mine. And what Lil' Miss wants, Lil' Miss gets."
Jaune's eyes narrowed. He called upon his own aura, unsure if it was even unlocked. But he felt the powerful surge that was his soul's protection and enhancements. It wasn't nearly as massive as it once was, seeing as he was back in a younger version of himself, but it would do. He broke the woman's grip, much to her surprise.
"What!? How did you-"
He threw a punch, the older woman barely having time to raise her hands. The power behind it was still enough to push her back but nowhere near his old strength. He then noticed his clothes strewn across the floor before looking back up at her. She lowered her arms, revealing her narrowed eyes. Not in anger but confusion.
"How... How do you have aura..?"
The blonde boy didn't have time to contemplate her question. She must have thought he hadn't had his aura unlocked yet and took him as an easy target. And, rather than tell her that, he took his chance, grabbed as much of his clothing, and sprinted out of the room, aura strengthening his legs. He turned down the hall, racing to Brothers knows where, trying to find a way out.
However, he wasn't pursued. Lil' Miss stayed back in the room, staring at the open door that he had run through. She, instead, took the time to pull a pack of cigarettes from the table stand by the bed. She sat back down on the bed, pulled out a roll, and lit it. Taking a drag and puffing out a billow of smoke, she turned to her the arm the boy had struck. She could still feel the tingles from the attack, the strength behind his strike. She then flexed her hand, the same one that he had broken away from, remembering how soft and warm it was. A grin pulled at the corner of her lips.
"Well, ain't that interestin'..." She mused.
It wasn't until he turned down the fourth or fifth street, that he finally believed he was far enough away from that...that...dirty establishment.
He decided to look around, taking in the sights and sounds around him. The first thing he noticed was that the city was alive. People were walking the streets, children were playing, cars were passing by, everything seemed peaceful. It all seemed as it once was.
'I really am back... There's no ruins, no mutant Grimm, no Salem...' Jaune could feel the stinging sensation in his eyes. He just barely held them back but he couldn't stop the smile from stretching across his face.
He had been at Death's door in his past life. Team RWBY had gone on to fight Salem while he, Ren, and Nora held back the horde that would have run them down. They stood at the choke point and fought heavily against the constant onslaught of Grimm that continued to push through.
The blonde boy couldn't remember how many he had slain. Beowulves, Ursa, Creeps, Boarbatusks, Beringels. Every last one fell. Not a single one passed. Or, at least, that was what he had hoped for. All he could remember was fighting, slaying, and killing. Buying as much time for Ruby and the others to defeat Salem. Whatever happened afterward was blank and, even if he tried to remember, he didn't think he ever could.
Now things could be different. No, things would be different. He'd make sure of that.
"Waaaah, but I want it!" Came a cry.
Jaune realized he had spaced out. Clearing his mind, he spun around to see two people. A man and a woman.
"Its just a stupid handbag, I don't see the point," the woman replied frustrated. Her arms were folded and she had her back to the young man. The young man, himself, was trying, and failing, to wipe away the tears, still sobbing openly in the street. And, as Jaune continued to watch, he could see the display wearing down the woman who, after a few more seconds, groaned. "Alright, fine, I'll get it for you!"
The young man immediately stopped the act and grabbed onto the girl's arm with both of his, leaning into her with a big smile on his face. "Yay! Thank you, babe! You're the best!" He cheered. He even planted a peck on her cheek.
The girl seemed to appreciate the praise and show of affection. She puffed out her chest.
"..." Jaune stared at them, confused. It was an odd couple dynamic, seeing the roles reversed.
"Ma'am, do you know how fast you were going?"
"Ahh, sorry, I wasn't paying attention, officer."
Jaune turned again, this time coming to see two women. The first was in a police uniform and writing a ticket. The second was a woman in a car with a guilty look, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment.
Once again, he found the situation odd. Their posture and expressions seemed more manly in his eyes. There wasn't a hint of femininity to them.
"Hey there, hot stuff."
Jaune jumped from the sudden contact to his rear end. It was quick but had enough behind it to leave a slight tingle. Had... Had someone just smacked his butt!?
He spun around to see a woman, a whole foot shorter than him, looking at him. The confident grin on her face, the glint in her eyes, Jaune knew it all too well after traveling with several women for years. It was the same way a playboy or sleazy guy would look at them when he was trying to pick one of them up. Hell, some would move to two or three of them.
The first thing he took in was her perfume. It wasn't cheap and he actually liked the fruity aroma. She even dressed nice and had a well kept body. Clearly, she knew how to catch someone's eye. If this was the same him from when he was actually this age, he might have been subdued by the sheer aggressiveness alone. Everything else would have had him a bumbling and blushing mess.
"Me?" He asked.
"I don't see any other hot pieces around, do you?" She asked, flashing him the totally original million dollar grin. She was definitely a player. "So, got any plans?"
"Great! How's about you join me for a date?" She offered, taking a step forward into his space.
Jaune raised both hands to create space. "Uhh, I should probably be getting home." He took a step back.
She, once again, stepped into his personal space. "Aww, come on. Don't be like that. All I'm asking for is a date."
He took another step back. "Yeah, no, I'm good."
The grin started to slip. "Not even for a bite to eat? I can be more fun than whatever you gotta do."
"I really should be getting back home," he replied. And, before she could try again, he turned to walk away. Better to cut the conversation then and there.
"Oi! I ain't done talking to you, bitch!"
She lunged forward and grabbed his wrist. He was ready for it and, using her momentum, spun both of them around and locked her arm behind her back.
"I said no!" He shouted back.
"Oi! Let go of me!" She tried to wriggle free, possessing much more strength than the average female he was used to. He had to tighten his grip and twist her arm a little further. "Ow! Okay, I'm sorry!"
Jaune's eyes narrowed. The whole interaction felt off to him and, even now, as he defended himself, he found it unnatural. The way she carried herself, the unoriginal attempts, and then her surprising strength. There had been times he'd subdued civilian women before but none had strength like her. And he could tell she wasn't even using aura.
'What the hell is going on?'
And then he heard the murmuring. He looked around to see that a crowd had gathered and were talking amongst themselves. There were varying reactions; some were shocked, men were hiding behind their women, and there were several women who were glaring at him.
"Let me go!" The playgirl shouted again.
Jaune looked between her and the crowd. He finally released her, still looking around, confused. Then he noticed a female officer moving towards him. He didn't know what was going on or what was happening in this world but he needed to find answers.
Turning, he pushed his way through the crowd and started running. He looked around as he went from block to block. The same dynamic continued on and on, no matter where he turned. Women in roles he'd initially seen men in and vice versa.
'What the hell is going on!?' He asked again.
Jaune kept going. Wondering where he could go to find some kind of normalcy. Then he looked at the street sign and noticed where he was.
"Wait, I know!" And he sprinted off, desperate for some form of solid ground.
Jaune ran for home.
Jaune practically broke through the door, barely getting it open. It was his home, thankfully that hadn't changed. And when he saw his dad poke his head from the kitchen, relief flooded through him.
"Oh? You're back? I thought you said you would be at your friend's for the night," Nicholas Arc stated.
Jaune didn't care. His dad was here. His dad was alive. He ran up to the man and wrapped him in a bear hug. There were so many emotions that came forward, wanting to spill out. But all he could do was hold his father.
"Jaune... Is everything alright?" Nicholas asked.
And then the boy remembered his reason for coming home. "Oh, that's right. Dad..." The words died as he pulled away.
Nicholas Arc, an Arc, was shorter than Jaune. The man who the young man remembered being a mountain of a man was now an entire head shorter than him. Not only that but his muscle mass, the scar over his right eye, his beard, all of it was nowhere to be seen.
The older Arc tilted his head to the side. "Is something wrong, Jaune?" Then he sniffed a few times. "Wait a minute... Is that...perfume!?" Jaune took a step back. His father moved forward and took hold of both of his hands. He pulled him back, taking a few more whiffs. "What have I told you about going near women!? You know it's too dangerous for a young, handsome boy like you to be out! Especially in this city!"
His father released him and moved to the kitchen counter, grabbing a newspaper. He marched back and shoved it into his son's face.
"Do you see this!? A fifteen year old boy was raped and murdered! The video circulated the internet for hours before it was finally taken down! Do you want that for yourself!? Huh!?"
Jaune's eyes widened and he took another haunted step back. It wasn't just the outside world that was affected. His family also seemed to be affected by this weird reverse world. His father had been a Huntsman.
Now, looking at him and taking in the home... The place was spotless. The house smelled of freshly cooked dinner. And the apron and slippers his father wore gave him all the clues he needed.
Nicholas Arc...was a househusband!
His father took the boy's silence as understanding. He wanted to be mad but seeing the shock on his son's face, it made him a little guilty. He was always a softy for the boy.
Nicholas sighed. "Jaune, I didn't mean to scare you. But I want you to know that the world isn't favorable to us."
"W-What? What do you mean?"
"Jaune, I mean-"
The entrance to the house bursted open. Jaune's instincts immediately kicked in as he spun on his heels. He moved himself between his father and the threat before reaching for... Wait, he didn't have Crocea Mors!
"Honey, I'm home!" Came a bellow.
Jaune turned to face the threat but his jaw dropped when he saw who it was.
There was rippling muscle but still the right amount of curves. Long blonde hair that shined like the sun. And bright blue eyes that made the sky look gray. Even with the...rougher, primal appearance, she still held that beauty that no man could deny.
This was his mother. Lady Arc.
"Now Jaune," Lady crooned softly. "You're seventeen now. Have you decided what you want to do with your life?"
Jaune hesitated to answer and kept his eyes fixed on the plate before him. He rolled the beef stew around and mashed the already mashed potatoes. His thoughts were a mess and he couldn't make heads nor tails of any of it.
From what he could discern, women had somehow become the dominant gender. Now, there was equality from his timeline but there had always been those unwritten laws. Men were the soldiers, the providers, and the protectors. It was expected of them. His father had always been his inspiration, he was one of the main Arc warriors that made Jaune want to follow in his footsteps. And his mother, she was the one who coddled him. She was the one who taught him how to cook, how to clean, how to sew!
It wasn't right seeing the two so different.
The boy looked up at his parents. Both were looking at him with concern. His mother was so much like how his father had been. Strong, confident, yet caring. And his father, he seemed more subdued than his mother had been but still held that protective and loving nature. His concern was much more visible and open.
They were still waiting on an answer.
He took a deep breath. He hadn't felt this nervous to speak to them since...around the same time they had this talk in his past life.
"I want to be a Huntsman." He decided to follow the same route.
There was a brief pause. He risked a glance at their reactions. They were very similar to the last time except flipped. His father, this time, was openly shocked with a slackened jaw. His mother, however, visibly tensed and narrowed her eyes but only for a moment.
"Sweetie," Lady sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her head. Jaune clenched his fork tightly. He knew that expression and tone well. "I thought we talked about this. You can't be a Huntsman. It is too dangerous for a young, handsome boy like yourself."
"But it's what I've always bee-," Jaune caught himself. He almost let it slip that he was a Huntsman. Of course, that was his past. He wasn't a Huntsman anymore.
"Has Saphron been telling you stories again?" Nicholas asked, visibly annoyed. "I told that girl not to fill your head with those fairy tales."
"It is not her fault, dear," Lady reasoned, placing a gentle hand on top of her husband's. They shared a brief, loving smile before she turned back to Jaune, that smile fading. "Jaune, we've been over this countless times why you can't be a Huntsman."
"But I can be! I can prove-."
Lady rose a hand to silence the boy, her eyes still locking onto his. "Sweetie… we have been over this. I thought you gave up on this years ago. You know that while your sisters and I are all Huntresses or training to be, that is because it is our duty. Your duty is to be here, at home, with your father, studying."
"No, it's not!" He replied, shaking his head in disgust. It was the same, all over again. They didn't believe in him. They didn't think he had what it takes. "My duty is helping people! Saving lives from Grimm! Out there! Not trapped in here!"
"You can still help people and be safe, Jaune," Nicholas tried to reason. "You don't have to fight the Grimm to help people. You could be a nurse for injured Huntresses or you could become a psychiatrist. You could even be a weaponsmith if you really want to get your hands dirty. Your sisters always preferred that you handled the maintenance on their weapons."
"Or, you could do as we talked about before." Lady suggested with a smile. "I mean, you are seventeen. You're also very handsome, great at cooking, doing chores with your father, and at giving massages. Why not find a lovely woman to settle down with? I wouldn't mind if she was a Huntress. Hell, it would give me peace of mind knowing someone was protecting you."
"Mom!" Jaune groaned, the subdued memories of the exact same talk from his past resurfacing. It had been days before he ran away and had been the point he never called. Not just from the guilt of leaving but also from the anger towards his parents. And it was building up all over again. "Please stop saying things like that."
"But it is true. You remember when you were in middle school and all of the girls in your class had come to ask me to take you to the dance?" Jaune tried to imagine other things, even as his parents shared in a laugh at his expense. "They were lucky it was the girls who reacted first and not me. My Jaune deserves better than some hussy."
"Honey, they were still children."
"Children with evil intentions for my baby boy." His mother's response was delivered without a hint of remorse. "Women are dangerous these days and Jaune is too trusting. A woman could roll up beside him in a white van and offer him free candy. Next thing we know, he's across town, chained to a bed, and being used like a sex doll. I won't stand for it!"
"Dear, that's a bit exaggerated..." Nicholas muttered.
Jaune could only stare at the blatant hypocrisy. 'Didn't you try to scare me the same way earlier?'
"I'm not going to marry," Jaune slammed a hand down on the table. It rattled as he had infused a bit of aura to drive the point. He can protect himself, he was better than he was before. "Mom, I want to be a Huntsman! I want-"
"Enough!" Lady snapped, shooting up from her seat. Jaune's eyes widened, suddenly feeling the temperature drop in the room. It was a familiar feeling. The same one his father had possessed when he denied Jaune from attending a Huntsman Academy. "You are my son. You are my baby boy. You can not be a Huntsman. Boys can't be Huntsman! You don't have any aura! Boy's can't have aura! This is the last I want to hear of it! Am I understood?"
"Am. I. Understood?"
Yup, men do not have aura in this world. I don't know exactly what the end game is but it's more for the comedy than actually pushing the all important plot of saving Remnant. I have an idea of where I want to take it but we'll see as the story unfolds.
Take it easy. Eat pizza. Drink soda.