Chapter 382 - My OC Stash #82 - Brothers in Arms by Tusk Act IV (RWBY) (1/2)

-Everytime I start getting tired of Jaune-centric stories, I always find these mildly interesting and refreshing fics~

Synopsis: In which Jaune Arc finds out that there are two Gods sealed in his family heirloom and tries to start his own religion.

Rated: T

Words: 46K

Posted on: fanfiction.net/s/13185889/1/Brothers-in-Arms (Tusk Act IV)

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Chapter 1

Crocea Mors.

Initially wielded by Laetica Arc, the sword and shield combination was said to be the first mechashift weapon to be used in a major battle. The blade was said to render a mountain of Grimm into dust with a single swing. The shield was rumored to not bend even under the pressure of a Goliath's full stomp.

Many an Arc had wielded it into battle yet it has never been said to have failed the family name. Many a hero it had created and saved. It was just as much an heirloom to their family as the very blood running through their veins.

The sword promised victory.

The shield promised glory.

To the wielder, to the next Arc hero, Crocea Mors would be the first stop to becoming a legend.

And that person would be, him, Jaune Arc.

”Yeah, I don't buy it.”

Jaune turned to his sister next to him, pouting on her interruption and lack of faith. Didn't she see he was on a roll? That this was meant to be his moment. His look of indignation did not change her own skeptical one, however.

”I mean, isn't that just what Violet uses to get something under the couch.” Saphron had never heard any of these so called ”legends” on the family heirloom. She had seen it used to get the remote when it fell out fo reach beneath the couch.

”You just don't get it, Saphron.” Jaune shook his head, unbelieving of his sister's lack of faith and whimsy. as he really the only one who went to visit nana to hear of old Arc tales?

”What I do get though is that you're still trying to be a Hunter.” Saphron turned a pointed look at him. ”Didn't Dad tell you to give up on that stuff?”

”Dad will warm up to it.” was Jaune's flippant reply. Both their father and mother had been against Jaune when he randomly declared that he wanted to be a Huntsman. It was obvious that their warnings didn't stick to her fifteen year old brother.

Saphron turned from her brother to the weapon he was still staring at. It didn't even look that impressive as Jaune's eyes shined better than the dusty old heirloom.

Well, it wasn't really her place to judge. As his Sister, she'd support him by not interesting with what he wanted to do. A passive support for siblings. Besides, if it really was dangerous than she knew her parents and the others would step in.

For now, she'd support his dreams in the best way a sister should.

”Well, good luck with that. If you're really going to use the old reacher than make sure to give it a good polish. Although, don't go polishing your sword too much eh?”

She nudged Jaune with her elbow but frowned when he didn't react to her entrendre. Terra would have loved that one. Maybe, she should go send it to her.

Jaune didn't even turn as his sister went back up the stairs and left him alone in the bas_e_m_e_nt. He was too busy admiring his future partners, his ticket out of his house and into the history books.

He just stood there in silence, almost as if he was waiting for something to happen. it It was just him and Crocea Mors. In Jaune's head, he saw himself wielding the pair out to battle Grimm, a fair maiden by his side. And they were both on horses. The fantasy drew a goofy grin on hs face.

Jaune took a quick glance up the steps. Even if it was impossible, he also tried to ehar if anyone else was nearby.

”...”

Nothing.

Knowing the coast was clear, the blonde reached up and took the heirloom from their place on the wall. Sword in one hand and shield in another, Jaune Arc did the one thing any boy his age would do.

”Swish! Pow! Take that!” With exaggerated sounds from his mouth, Jaune slashed, bashed, and did stuff he thought would look cool if anyone was watching. Moves he has seen in movies and videos.

If anyone were to see him right now, the first thought they'd think of would be-

[Pathetic]

Jaune froze. While it was true, the weapons were much heavier than he had expected, he had stopped for a different reason.

[He's too tired to even keep me up for five minutes.]

Again, suddenly, a voice had spoken up from...somewhere. Jaune looked around the Arc family bas_e_m_e_nt, looking for the source of the voice. ”Hello?”

No reply.

He turned his eyes, to seek for one of his sisters or even a speaker. May had once tricked him into believing there was a ghost with a hidden speaker.

”If that's you May, this isn't funny! Saphron already told me ghosts don't exist.”

[Oh great. Now he's even scared of ghosts.]

”I'm not scared of any ghosts!” Jaune yelled back, though he did hold his weapons closer. Just in case.

For a moment, there was silence once more. And then, the same voice spoke up.

[You can hear me?]

”Yeah, of course, I can hear you!” Jaune was now really on edge. The voice was now addressing him. Was he really having a conversation with the dead? ”And I'm not afraid, you hear?”

[...Interesting. You are the first to have heard me since that bitch locked me in here.]

Bitch? Jaune didn't know what the voice spoke was saying. ”Well, you're welcome to leave. There's no need for any ghosts in my house!”

[Ghost? I'm no ghost, son of man.]

It was then that Jaune realized that the voice wasn't coming from anywhere specific. Rather, it sounded like it came directly from his noggin.

He also realized his shield was glowing purple.

”Ah!” With a totally not girlish shriek, Jaune tossed the shield aside as if it was on fire. The shield clanged, noisily on the floor before finally settling down.

[Hey! Watch it!]

As if conforming his thoughts, the shield glowed purple every time the voice spoke up.

”W-what are you?!” half-asked half-demanded Jaune as he used both of his hands to point his sword at the shield in front of him.

The shield, ghost, spirit, whatever it was remained silent.

Jaune continued to point the sword at the shield but eventually, after what had to be five minutes of no reply and his own aching arms, he slowly lowered his weapon.

[Son of Arc!]

And just as he lowered his guard, the shield spoke up, glowing an other worldly purple that filled the room with light.