A/n: So, new story, fun, right? This is a Rwby fanfic if that wasn't obvious already. The schedule will, probably, be two weeks for Void Genius, and the rest for this fanfic. I'll try to get the chapters out, but things can happen. Just expect a chapter every week, but two for this one and the rest for Void Genius. Anyway, enjoy. Peace.
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A man stood in a mirror. He was tall-ish, had white hair (not natural), and naturally tan skin. It could be said that he looked like a certain person from another world. While that statement was correct, it didn't mean the person was that said certain person since they didn't look alike despite sharing some features previously mentioned.
No, he was a man fascinated with cosplaying a certain universe. Right now, for this year, he was the Counter Guardian, EMIYA, or Shirou Emiya for a special group. He was a young adult with a passion and, luckily, could do it. A well-paid job, with great benefits and many more, meant he could allow time for himself.
This was one of many things he did during his free time; however, that isn't important now. It was during this year's major cosplay convention that everything would flip for him. As mentioned before, at the start of the first day, he was decked out already in cosplay, and the costume enhanced his decent looks.
It was quite early in the day, and the reason was because of waiting lines. He didn't mind waiting, but when he could get in early, it was obvious what the choice was. So, here he made his way after not so subtly checking himself earlier in the mirror. The two ironic swords of EMIYA were at his waist, great replicas.
Although, they couldn't cut anything and were only used for decoration. Despite that, he loved them and they worked perfectly with his costume. Since he couldn't trace them as the Counter Guardian could. As magecraft didn't exist in the world, and unlike others, wished for it not to be. The implications weren't good on his mind.
With a sigh, he took a shortcut to the building where the convention was held. A short alleyway, since he lived here and knew this area. Perhaps he'd get food on the way, he thought. Not much time for breakfast when he had to put on the cosplay. As well as wanting to be there a bit earlier than others, his fault, he lamented.
As he continued to walk, he didn't notice the shift of the world. Reality seemed to break before it was fixed, a second that would be easily missed by anyone. The surrounding area turned into a city, unlike the ones in his world. He didn't notice as his eyes were closed from a yawn until he bumped into a person.
He motioned to apologize as his eyes opened and went wide a second later. A feeling of unease crept up and his eyes moved rapidly, taking everything in. His palms were sweaty as nervousness began to settle in as well. Once he took in the surroundings, old European architecture he noted, he noticed the person in front of him.
They had black hair, and clothes unlike he'd seen before. More like, they've been gone for centuries, at least in his world. The person held fair skin, a bit of wrinkles, and an unhappy face. Our transporter had been staring for more than half a minute. As he saw the unhappy expression, he was about to respond before seeing something.
Two round, fluffy, ears protrude from their head and hair. Our transporter's eyes widen even more in shock and surprise, mouth agape. The man being stared at was getting angry as he noticed what was being looked at. His ears twitched, and his unhappy face turned into anger as he spoke with some anger behind it.
"Hey, man! Stop looking like me at that, what, never seen someone like me!? Too high up in status to see someone lower, huh?! Answer dammit!"
While the man continued to scream in his face, it slowly attracted people to watch. With the yelling, our transporter finally got the memo and returned to reality. It was obvious, that his lack of awareness put him in this situation. Try as he may, he knew the situation wouldn't stop even if he said sorry. Suddenly, many things went into his head.
His outward expression didn't change, and it seemed his body was moving on autopilot. Instinctively, he turned into blue specks of light particles. The man with animal features yelled in surprise at the disappearance of the man. Many others also gasped in surprise as the person in question was still there, just not visible.
It seemed he disappeared to a normal person, which was true, it wasn't the full story. With everything in his mind slowly calming down from the shock and surprise. He finally began to think much more clearly about where the hell he was. Everything was familiar and he couldn't pinpoint it until he saw the animal feature of the previous man.
RWBY, or Remnant, as the world was called, that's the place he ended up in. While it would've been safe to say that he ended up in a generic fantasy world. The main reason why he pinpointed the world as the one of RWBY, was standing not too far away. A female, with black-into-red hair, fair complexion, and a white cape…? What…?
A flash of a memory not his, yet feeling similar was forcefully shoved into his mind.
'He bumped into her and apologized, since in this one, he recognized being transported. The person was familiar, bearing similar features as the protagonist of RWBY. Shape some features a tiny bit differently and you'd get the protagonist. She introduced herself, her lips and mouth moving, yet no sound came out…? What…?'
Pained spilled his head as he hunched over, the intensity too much. Still in the spirit form, luckily, no one could see him. A few minutes passed and the pain began settling down, however, a headache had crept. He stood up and looked in the previous location and saw no one. His eyes hurriedly moved as he began to move as well.
It would be important to prove where in the timeline he fell into, ignoring everything for the time being.
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Summer Rose felt excited, more so than usual, at the prospect of what could define her life. Beacon Academy was one of the Four Academies which resides in Vale, one of the Four Kingdoms. She had just arrived recently from where she lived, Patch, not far from the city. Perhaps it was nerves, but she had come a day earlier, as well to see the city.
She lived in Patch, living with her grandfather, and rarely left. The times she left to visit the city were short only to find items not available in Patch. Due to Beacon not being that far from Vale, it was only natural she would come to the city. The entrance test was tomorrow and she was prepared for anything to be thrown at her.
Her parents were Huntsman and Huntress, respectively, and her dreams influenced her. She wished to be a hero, reminiscent of those in fairy tales. Which she loved and despite loving them, she wasn't as naive to believe them wholeheartedly. It was still to note she held a sense of justice you could say.
She sighed happily as she continued to admire the City of Vale, as she was in front of a store. At the front, she felt a nagging sense of someone staring at her. So, she turned around, yet no one was looking at her but the feeling was still there. Not long after it disappeared, and due to not knowing what or who stared at her, she just left.
Perhaps it wasn't the most ideal plan, but she didn't feel any malice in staring. She may have used her semblance, but can you blame her? Her speed was great and only enhanced by her semblance, along with that. It also left summer-themed roses, no, the irony was there but she refused to admit it. Rosebuds were left where she stood previously.
They wilted and decayed slowly or more, depending on her emotional state. Her grandfather said it was because she was moody at times, stupid old man, she thought while walking. The rosebuds were decaying faster than normal, as she just moved on, sighing in the process. Before tensing up, that same feeling from earlier was there.
More than just staring, they were stalking her now, her eyes darted around the surroundings. Still, not one figure had been spotted looking at her. It was slowly frustrating her as the feeling just continued to stay. Until she finally had enough and ran toward Beacon as she had been putting off the tour of it due to wanting to see the city.
There, her would be stalker wouldn't be able to enter, if they were a shady figure. The thought of them being a possible student too crossed her mind, but the chances were low. It was required for her to inform the staff of Beacon as she'd be entering the school premises. The same applied to her stalker and they would be stopped, hopefully.
At the front of Beacon, the feeling had stopped, and she felt relieved. It was a feeling that felt weird and she wasn't keen on having it. Melancholic, longing, sadness, grief, and guilt, all feelings she didn't like and had been directed at her. It didn't make sense and as she entered the school, after being cleared, for a moment, the feeling appeared.
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He viewed her enter Beacon Academy, noting that along the way, she spotted him staring. Even if he was in spirit form, her senses were strong enough to tell he was there. Perhaps it wasn't the brightest idea to follow her, but in his mind it was important. When he got a good look at her, he finally realized what time he was in, before RWBY started.
All he needed was that one little confirmation and that was Summer Rose. He saw her enter Beacon, presumably before classes started, barely any people were at Beacon. It was unknown what year they would be, but as he followed in spirit form. Summer's expression was of surprise and very much, unhidden, excitement.
The same expression was on our transporter, despite it being decades away from RWBY's time. It was different from the one shown in the show, however, it still held the general gist. While Summer was admiring the sight of the school, he followed behind. She hadn't noticed and wouldn't as she was distracted by Beacon.
Following along, when they passed Beacon Tower, he felt a magical sensation. It didn't do much, with his resistance, and the fact it was just calling him out. Despite being near Summer, it seemed she didn't feel anything and continued. This showed it was directed at him and only him, he knew who it was, it was only natural.
One of the few remaining people who could use magic in this world was Ozpin. It made sense, our transporter's body was made out of magical energy despite appearing human. If it was physical, he wouldn't be able to go into spirit form. The sensation continued and he knew he couldn't brush it off, so, made his way up.
He entered the tower, it was grand inside as well, before spotting an elevator. The elevator doors opened, revealing an unfamiliar man as they made their way out. Our transporter entered the elevator as it closed and stood stationary. While materializing, his hand was the first as it pressed the button before it started moving and his full body was there.
It took minutes before reaching the top, and as it went up, he finally took a look at his situation. Safe to say, he hadn't gotten the time to think about it. Summer's excitement over Beacon had distracted him as she went through the school, along with placing what time he was in. As that was revealed earlier, he focused on his body.
Undoubtedly, it was Shirou Emiya's body, his future self to be exact. Also, his cosplay that he planned to use earlier in the day(?), but couldn't due to what happened. He knew what kind of cliche this was, but never expected it to happen to him. Tracing a nameless sword only just confirmed the situation, as a beep and the elevator opened.
It opened to an office, the office had a desk, some chairs, and shelves. A plant to the side, for some reason, and a window behind the chair and desk. The chair was currently occupied by a certain person with a small smile. He also looked incredibly young compared to what our transporter knew, yet the resemblance was there.
He had black hair with some white hair appearing faintly, a light complexion, and shaded glass spectacles. The small smile was still there as he motioned to our transporter to take a seat. It was weird seeing him, our transporter thought before taking a seat. As he did, Ozpin finally spoke, as he asked the forever ironic question.
"Young man, what's your favorite fairy tale?"