[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

The dusty interior of Vale's Used Weapon Emporium was a treasure trove of battered blades, dented firearms, and the faint tang of oil and steel. Shelves groaned under the weight of relics from forgotten battles, their stories etched in nicks and scratches. Team RWBY and Team JNPR wove through the narrow aisles, but Ruby Rose and Jaune Arc weren't browsing—they were on a mission. Ruby's silver eyes gleamed as she scanned the racks, while Jaune trailed her, his expression a mix of determination and nervous energy.

"If I'm gonna master my Semblance," Jaune said, adjusting Crocea Mors on his hip, "I do need to keep training with it."

Pyrrha Nikos, ever supportive, flashed him a warm smile, her crimson hair catching the dim light. "Jaune, I absolutely understand. And you are getting better at controlling your other selves!"

Jaune's grin was sheepish, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Thanks. I was afraid of losing myself after a while."

Weiss Schnee, clutching a clipboard as if it were Myrtenaster, scoffed, her cheeks faintly pink. "I-I find that ridiculous! After all, it-it's merely an expression of your true self and influence from another! Someone who… who may see things in you that she didn't before!"

Yang Xiao Long smirked, leaning against a rack of axes. "Your denial is hilarious, Weisscream."

Weiss's glare could've frozen a Grimm. "Says the girl who keeps trying to make him use gauntlets and gloves!"

Yang's cheeks flushed, her lilac eyes darting away. "W-Well, I also train him properly when he's not using his Semblance now."

Pyrrha's smile turned sharp, her emerald eyes glinting with a scary edge. "I train him. Me."

Yang's grin was all teeth, undaunted. "You're not the only one now, Cereal Girl~."

Blake Belladonna, lurking near a display of katanas, spoke up, her voice cool but intense. "Clearly my connection is best. It allows Jaune to become a ninja… a powerful one!"

Ruby spun around, clutching a scythe that wasn't Crescent Rose, her voice brimming with pride. "He's become very strong when he uses my Crescent Rose, ya know!"

Yang snorted, crossing her arms. "He becomes a total nerd."

"WHICH IS AMAZING!" Ruby declared, her eyes sparkling.

Nora Valkyrie, slouched against a barrel of spears, sighed dramatically, her pout rivaling a thunderstorm. "This is boring! I wanna see Jaune-Jaune do more funny things! Hmmmm…"

Her eyes lit up with a dangerous spark. "AHA!"

Before anyone could react, Nora seized a weathered cutlass from a nearby rack and hurled it at Jaune. "JAUNE! CATCH!"

Jaune's eyes widened, his hands flailing. "Wait, I—"

He caught the blade mid-air, his fingers closing around the hilt. Ren, standing calmly nearby, sighed. "Saw that coming."

Weiss whirled on him, her voice shrill. "But you did nothing to stop it?!"

"Nope," Ren said, his stoic mask unshaken.

Jaune's lips curled into a broad, reckless grin as his Semblance flared, a shimmer of aura rippling around him.

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Thirty minutes later, aboard General Ironwood's flagship…

The command deck hummed with the low thrum of Atlasian technology, officers bustling at their stations. A sensor operator spun in his chair, his voice urgent. "Sir! One of our ships is evacuating due to a reactor malfunction!"

Ironwood's steely gaze snapped to the viewport, his voice clipped. "Get everyone off the ship! Stand by to receive casualties! Move the fleet away from the vessel and deploy hardlight shields to protect Beacon and Vale from the blast!"

The fleet scrambled, ships parting like a school of fish as hardlight barriers flickered into existence, a glowing bulwark against the looming disaster. But instead of a Remnant-shattering kaboom, the rogue ship surged forward, engines roaring as it rocketed away at impossible speed.

Ironwood's brow furrowed, his voice low. "What in the…?"

A black flag unfurled from the ship's mast, emblazoned with a grinning skull and crossed scythes—a Jolly Roger, bold and defiant.

The communications specialist's console lit up. "Sir! We're receiving a transmission!"

"Put it through!" Ironwood barked.

The main screen flared to life, revealing Jaune Arc, his grin as wide as the horizon, decked out in a three-cornered hat and pirate garb, a cutlass gleaming at his hip. Behind him, Team RWBY and JNPR stood in equally outlandish attire—Ruby with a bandana and eyepatch, Yang brandishing a flintlock, Weiss clutching a spyglass with a scowl, Blake slinking in a sleek corsair's coat, Pyrrha poised with a saber, and Ren looking resigned in a striped waistcoat. Nora, sporting two eyepatches and a sloth perched on her shoulder, cackled maniacally.
Ruby waved her hands frantically.

"It's his Semblance, he didn't mean to pirate your ship-!"

"Gentlemen!" Jaune declared, his voice ringing with theatrical flair. "You shall always remember this as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrowhawk!"

The transmission cut off, leaving the bridge in stunned silence. An officer, staring at the screen, muttered, "…That's gotta be the best pirate I've ever seen."

Ironwood's scowl deepened, but a glint of reluctant amusement flickered in his eyes.

"So it would seem."

Second part of my chainsawman crossover and here is a young taiyang freshly out of beacon on his first solo mission.

A Young Taiyang moved swiftly through the dense forest, his weapon at the ready. His spear ready to crush grimm.He quickly comes upon this shocking scene. The air was thick with the stench of death, dead Grimm littered the ground, torn apart and smoldering. But something was off. An unnatural darkness shimmered in the shadows, and the chill crawling down his spine warned him to stay alert.

Suddenly, a guttural, guttural roar tore through the silence. The trees seemed to shudder as a shadowy figure erupted from the darkness—a beast unlike any Grimm Taiyang had seen. Its form was twisted and grotesque, limbs elongated and contorting in unnatural ways. Its eyes glowed with an unholy red light that seemed to burn with malevolence.

The creature's claws flashed as it tore through a Grimm with savage brutality, blood splattering across the forest floor. It turned its head, sensing Tai's presence. Its face was a mask of terror and rage, mouth full of jagged teeth, skin mottled and peeling, like a nightmare made flesh.

Tai's grip on his weapon tightened. "Stay back," he managed, voice trembling despite himself. The beast's gaze locked onto him, and it snarled, a sound that vibrated with pure fury and darkness. Without warning, the devil lunged forward. Its claws tore through the air, faster than Tai's eyes could follow. He barely dodged, stumbling backward as the creature's claws gouged deep into the earth beside him. His spear broken by his side.

The devil roared again, a sound so primal and deafening it made Tai's ears ring. Its body shimmered with a corrupt, black aura that seemed to pulse with a life of its own—an aura suffused with pure chaos and hatred.

Suddenly, a blur of red and silver shot into view. Chainsaws revved furiously as Denji in his Chainsaw Man form charged into the scene, reckless and ferocious. "Hey, kid!" Denji yelled over the chaos, blades spinning wildly. "Get back!"

Tai stared in shock, eyes wide as saucers, as chainsaws roared to life, then, suddenly, the beast's form was torn apart in a frenzy of metal and flesh. But what truly made Tai freeze was the sight of Denji's head, his face replaced by a massive, spinning chainsaw, teeth grinding and sparks flying.

His mouth was a whirring, deadly saw that looked like it could cut through anything—and the blood, sweat, and dirt smeared over his face only made him look even more terrifying.
Tai's breath hitched, his eyes trembling. "W-what… what is that?!" he stammered, eyes glued to the terrifying metal monstrosity that was Denji's head.

Denji grinned wildly, chainsaws revving even higher. Without a word, he charged into the beast with reckless abandon, blades tearing into flesh and bone. The creature shrieked, a nightmarish scream that echoed through the woods, as the chainsaws tore through flesh and bone.

The devil let out a deafening roar, an unearthly, primal sound that shook the trees, and lunged toward them again, claws extended. Tai stumbled back, clutching the remains of his weapon, in his hands and they are trembling. He watched in horror as the beast's body was ripped apart, but something was deeply strange. The blood and severed limbs and body parts didn't evaporate or dissolve into the air like they normally did after a Grimm was defeated. Instead, they remained, dark and glistening, refusing to fade away into nothingness. A cold dread crawled up his spine as he realized how unnatural and wrong it was.

His eyes widened further. "This… this isn't right," he muttered under his breath. "The blood… the body parts… they're not disappearing. Why aren't they evaporating?" Denji leapt forward, chainsaws spinning like hell incarnate. Blades sliced into the creature, sparks flying. The beast shrieked and thrashed wildly, but Denji's relentless fury overwhelmed it.

Finally, the shadowy figure dissolved into a dark cloud, the remnants of its form fading into the night. Tai stared, wide-eyed and trembling, still shaken by what he'd just seen. His body was drenched in sweat, and his mind struggled to grasp the terrifying reality.

Denji lowered his chainsaws, panting heavily. "You okay?" he asked gruffly. Tai's voice trembled as he nodded. "Y-yeah… what was that thing? And… what's with your head?"

Denji chuckled grimly, a wild look in his eyes. "That's just how I roll. No big deal." His grin stretched even wider, chainsaws revving softly. "You get used to it… or you don't survive." Tai's face paled further, still staring at the terrifying chainsaw head—half expecting it to start spinning again at any moment.

Here is the next part for my rwby x chainsaw crossover.

Beacon Academy — Ozpin's Office

The soft hum of the elevator faded as Taiyang stepped into the dimly lit office. The air smelled faintly of coffee and old books, and the rhythmic ticking of the clock filled the silence between them. Ozpin sat behind his desk, fingers steepled, eyes calm but sharp — the kind of gaze that seemed to look through you, not at you.

Taiyang's hands were still trembling, though he tried to hide it. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he muttered, voice low. Ozpin tilted his head slightly, the faintest hint of a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "You'd be surprised what I'm willing to believe, Mr. Xiao Long."

Tai exhaled shakily, pacing once before stopping in front of the desk. "I went out near the southern woods—Grimm activity had spiked. I thought it was just a nest. But… what I found out there—" He stopped, searching for the right words. "It wasn't a Grimm. It wasn't anything like I've ever seen." Ozpin didn't interrupt. He simply reached for his mug, taking a slow sip, watching Taiyang's every movement.

Tai's eyes darted to the floor, his brow furrowed. "It tore through Grimm like they were nothing. And the way it moved… it didn't make sense. It was like watching a nightmare crawl out of a storybook." He hesitated. "And then someone else showed up. Some thing." Ozpin's mug paused midway to his lips.

"He had blades," Tai continued. "Chainsaws—coming out of his arms, his head. Just… spinning, tearing through everything. I thought I was seeing things, but the sound—" His voice wavered slightly. "You could feel it in your chest. Like the forest itself was shaking." Ozpin slowly set the mug down. "Chainsaws, you said?"

Tai nodded, a haunted look in his eyes. "Yeah. Said his name was Denji. Looked human… mostly. But there's no aura. No Dust reaction, no semblance signature. Just blood, metal, and madness."

Silence stretched between them. Ozpin's expression had gone distant, thoughtful. He turned slightly toward the large window overlooking Beacon's courtyard. The morning sun filtered through the glass, casting soft golden light across the stone statue that stood at the academy's entrance.

Tai followed his gaze, a man carved from pale stone, holding two chainsaws, one in each hand.
"You've heard of him," Tai realized quietly.

Ozpin's eyes didn't leave the window. "There are stories," he said softly. "Old ones. From before the kingdoms were united. During the Great War, when monsters walked beside men, and devils bled like mortals."Tai frowned. "You mean those myths about the 'Chainsaw Devil'? I thought they were just propaganda from the old Vale archives."

Ozpin's voice dropped to a murmur. "Most myths begin as truths too terrible to be remembered." The clock ticked again. The sound felt almost deafening. Tai swallowed hard. "If that thing's back… what does it mean?"

Ozpin leaned back in his chair, his eyes distant, the kind of gaze that carried centuries of secrets. "It means," he said finally, "that history might not be done with us yet."

The camera would slowly pan down, to the base of the statue outside Beacon, where the engraved plaque, worn and nearly unreadable, bore three words:

"The Man Who Fought Hell."

The faint wind stirred the leaves in the courtyard. Ozpin stood still for a long moment, eyes reflecting the fading light, the look of a man who had just seen a ghost from a story he'd once buried.



Bonus Scene:
The Arc Homestead : Outskirts of Vale, Nightfall

The forest outside Vale was quiet, the sounds of nature replaced by the soft hum of crickets and the glow of fireflies drifting lazily in the dark. Nestled between two old trees sat a large wooden cabin, sturdy and well-kept, smoke curling gently from the chimney, windows glowing with golden light.

Inside, the home was warm and alive. The interior was spacious, expanded with hand-cut timber and patched walls that spoke of years of patient labor. Pictures, some hand-drawn, others simple sketches, lined the walls. Such as Beam grinning with a massive fish, Reze smiling in the garden, Denji holding up a crooked table he'd built himself.

And near the front window, resting on a small wooden table, sat a shrine. Two framed portraits , a kind-looking man and woman with gentle eyes, stood among candles and flowers. The inscription beneath read:

"In memory of Giles and Alina Arc , our first home in this world."

Fresh flowers rested at its base, carefully arranged by Reze earlier that morning. The soft candlelight flickered against the faces of the couple who had once taken them in, taught them to live quietly, to build, to belong.

Denji stood by the stove, stirring something in a pot. "Smells good, huh? Guess all that chopping wood paid off." Reze, seated at the table, smiled, one hand resting gently on her stomach, now visibly showing. "You've gotten better. Still can't believe you figured out how to cook without burning down the place."

Denji chuckled. "Hey, it only happened three times. Four, tops." From the far corner, Beam was sprawled out on the rug, tail wagging lazily. "Denji! Reze! Beam feels blessed! The house is warm, the food divine, and the mighty sun shines for us even in the dark!"

Reze laughed softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "You're ridiculous, Beam." Beam beamed wider. "Correct!" Dinner was simple, stew, bread, and freshly caught fish, but the laughter that filled the room made it richer than any feast. Denji served Reze first, sliding her bowl over carefully, before taking his seat beside her.

As they ate, the light from the shrine flickered in the background. Reze's eyes lingered on it for a moment, her smile turning wistful. "They'd be happy, you know. Seeing us here. Seeing… this."

Denji followed her gaze, his grin softening. "Yeah… they saved our asses. Guess we owe 'em more than we can ever pay back." Reze leaned her head gently against his shoulder. "Maybe just living a good life is enough."

Beam nodded solemnly — for once — before stuffing his face again. "A glorious feast in honor of the Arcs! Beam eats for them too!"
Denji snorted. "Yeah, sure you do, bud."

The camera lingered on the three of them, a strange little family from another world , laughing together under the warm light of a home built by their own hands, the shrine's candles flickering behind them like stars.

The wind outside sighed through the trees, and for a fleeting moment, it almost sounded like two gentle voices , proud, watching, and at peace.