Author's Note: So this is my first RWBY story, I hope it isn't too bad. This story was largely inspired by a show I watched a little while ago and some people will probably note the similarities pretty quickly if they have seen it. When I saw RWBY, I thought both Jaune and Weiss would fit the storyline. Since it is an AU story, the characters will be a bit OOC.
Author's Note #2: I am adding this note in because I got some messages and a few reviews stating how the story is just a blatant copy of the Anime I based it off of. This was intentional. The first chapter was just supposed to be humorous, a parody of it so it is painfully obvious what show I based it off of. The rest of the story won't exactly follow the show's storyline, because lets face it, Jaune doesn't really fit in terms of abilities and fighting style.
"Some people think that life is unfair. Because they say what you were given at birth will decide where you can end up. The gifted and ungifted. It certainly is absolute hierarchy that is decided the moment you are born. Those without the gift cannot beat the ones with the gift. They must also give up whatever they want to become. But does it really have to be that way?"
The Worst One
/O/
Chapter 1: The Worst Meeting
"Weiss Schnee, the second princess of the Atlas Empire, is visiting the city of Vale today! She is said to have been accepted into the prestigious Beacon Academy, scoring in the top five strongest students of all time to attend in the past decade! While details of when she will arrive has been kept secret, rumor has it that she is already on campus, preparing for the school year. More on this later, I am Lisa Lavender, signing off!"
With a small sigh, a lone male figure turned off the TV, cutting off any more news reports that would have flooded the screen. He picked up a new shirt from his drawer, pulling it on over his head, ruffling his scruffy blonde hair. His sky blue eyes looked out the window, the sun shining bright but the weather noticeably cold with Fall slowly seeping in to replace Summer. Feeling the chill, the boy grabbed his favorite worn out black hoodie, pulling the familiar material down over his t-shirt. Feeling moderately warm, Jaune Arc proceeded to stifle a yawn as he bent down to grab his black sneakers, lifting them up to check the soles. Grimacing a little at the big bold L and R written on the respective shoes, he switched the sides in which the sneakers originally were before slipping them on. He could not let anyone see the bottom of his shoes, especially a certain blonde brawler. She would never let it go... Giving himself a short nod and a small huff of encouragement, Jaune opened his dorm room door and stepped out into the sun, "A new year, a new semester, a new beginning. Things will be different this time, I can just feel it!"
Doing a few pre-run stretches, Jaune limbered up, loosening his whole body carefully before taking off towards Beacon Academy's jogging track. As he started his familiar routine, he let his mind wonder about the world he lived in, his feet tapping a hypnotic rhythm as he jogged at a medium pace around the track. He glanced up as he saw Beacon Tower in the distance, the giant clock moving silently as seconds ticked by. Beacon Academy, the most prestigious school in the world where students from all over came to study various different areas of expertise. Some came to study the theory of aura and hoped to join the world's top scientists in exploring various uses of aura as well as unlock it's many secrets yet to be discovered. Some, to become students of medicine, hoping to heal the world one patient at a time. Others came to train themselves in the world of politics, hoping to change the world of man from the inside out. From professional careers like policemen, government workers to more artistic talents like fashion designers, artists, and even singers came to Beacon Academy to hone their skills. Only the best and brightest were invited to Beacon Academy, so that their various talents, whatever they may be, could be nurtured and carefully cultivated in a safe environment.
But most of all, those who came to Beacon, chose it to further their combat prowess. Iridescences, special beings who had the ability to manifest their souls and use supernatural abilities with their auras in ways no one else could. To materialize their soul into physical manifestations and grant them power to fight the darkness. Every Iridescence dreamed of proving themselves worthy of graduating Beacon Academy and being approved by the international organizations to be called Huntresses and Huntsmen. There were three other academies that similarly trained Iridescences to become Huntresses and Huntsmen; the Atlas Academy of the Atlas Empire, Shade Academy of the Kingdom of Vacuo, and Haven Academy of the Mistral Alliance. And he, Jaune Arc, had come to the most prestigious school of them all, Beacon Academy of the United Vale, in hopes of becoming a Huntsman. Although there were many bumps along the road, Jaune just knew that with the new year that had come along with a new school system and headmaster, things would definitely be better this year.
/O/
"Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable, Miss Schnee. This is merely a formality and I know you care not for such things, but you are a special case." The silver haired, middle-aged man smiled lightly, his right hand gripping his signature cane carefully between his fingers as he gazed at the young woman before him. His warm brown eyes observed the princess before him, her posture straight, her light ice blue eyes staring straight at him, her hands clasped together on her lap and her knees pointed slightly to the right. Prim, pristine, and neat, the very definition of the Schnee name. Bringing his coffee mug up to his lips, headmaster Ozpin hid his smile behind his drink, amused at how similar the Schnee family could be to one another.
"I understand headmaster. Please, do not treat me any differently from your other students here at Beacon Academy. I came here to learn and to earn my place as a Huntress. Not to be coddled or given special consideration. My birth does not define who I am or who I will become." Ozpin raised an eyebrow at the young princess but was not surprised to hear her words. After all, if she wished for an easy pass, she would have went to Atlas Academy instead of Beacon. Clearing her throat, Weiss' cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, noticing too late how much of her thoughts she had said out loud, "What I mean is, please do treat me as a normal student as you continue, headmaster."
Letting out a quiet chuckle, Ozpin lowered his mug onto his desk, leaning his cane to the side as he leaned forward in his seat, his spectacles hanging down on his nose yet miraculously not falling off, his brown eyes seeming to gaze at the young princess with some intensity, as if he was solving a small puzzle. Weiss actually felt herself squirm a tiny bit, not used to being under the scrutiny of someone who so blatantly showed no discomfort about her birth. A few seconds passed but to Weiss, it felt much, much longer. A gentle smile finally formed on the silver haired headmaster's lips as he leaned back, causing Weiss to let out a breath of air she did not know she was holding. The headmaster once again chuckled, shaking his head slightly, "Please, Miss Schnee, relax. I assure you, you have already been accepted into Beacon Academy as a full student, I had just wished to meet you and make sure."
Weiss tilted her head, a puzzled look on her pale face, "Make sure of what, headmaster?"
Ozpin grabbed his mug of coffee, slowly bringing it up to his lips and taking another sip but this time, his smile was plain to see, "To see if you really were serious about attending my academy. As you know, my academy accepts people from all walks of life. Rich, poor. Royalty... Faunus." Weiss visibly flinched, unable to tame the small reaction and quietly cursing herself for doing so. She glanced at the headmaster but only saw understanding in his eyes.
Shaking off her mistake, Weiss merely nodded, "Of course headmaster, I know. I joined Beacon Academy knowing you accepted all forms of students. I believe it is one of the traits that makes Beacon the top most academy in the world."
Giving the young princess another smile, Ozpin merely nodded, "Well I am glad we have your approval, Miss Schnee. Now I believe I held you up long enough. You had a long plane ride, as well as a long day of dealing with press and paperwork. I am sure all you wish to do now is go and unpack and unwind."
Weiss gave Ozpin a polite smile, standing up and giving the man a small curtsey, "I will admit sir, I am quite tired and hoping to clean myself up before touring the academy so I will know my way around before the semester begins."
Ozpin nodded, standing up and grabbing his cane as he made his way around the desk, pulling a key out of his jacket pocket, "Well, a majority of the student body has went home for the summer and will not be back for a couple of days. As long as you stay within the grounds, I assure you, no one will bother you. Our security is strict and the very best, no reporter will be able to get in. So feel free to look around, Miss Schnee."
Weiss nodded, accepting the key the headmaster had given her and turned it over, noting the number 405 on the back. Tucking the silver key into her jacket pocket, Weiss once again gave the headmaster a small curtsey before heading towards the elevator. As she got inside, she saw Ozpin watching her from across the room, his coffee mug in one hand and his cane in the other. He lifted his coffee mug in some sign of luck, a smile on his lips. Weiss couldn't help the small smile forming on her own as she bowed her head slightly as the elevator doors closed. What a proper gentleman. And here I thought Beacon Academy would feel disorganized and chaotic compared to the order of Atlas. Perhaps I was wrong. I really must stop with my preconceived notions.
As the young princess descended Beacon tower, the headmaster slowly made his way back towards his desk, taking a seat before indulging in another sip of his coffee. As he brought up the file on Weiss Schnee, he hummed quietly, tapping his chin, "I feel like I had forgotten to mention something important... Hm. I am sure it was nothing."
/O/
Jaune let out a loud gasp as he finished his five hundredth push up, a sheen of sweat covering his face as he collapsed on the ground. His hoodie had long since been thrown onto the bench nearby, his black t-shirt was drenched in sweat as he let out long breaths of air, trying to get his beating heart down to normal speed. Ten laps around the one mile long track field followed by five hundred sit ups, five hundred squats, one hundred chin ups, and five hundred push ups. A routine he followed almost every day since coming to Beacon Academy. After a minute of letting himself lay on the cool floor of the track, Jaune willed himself to get up, heading towards the benches and grabbing his water bottle. Taking a large swig, he grabbed his hoodie and draped it over his right shoulder, glancing up at Beacon Tower. Seven twenty five, right on time. Shaking his head of sweat, Jaune started to jog back towards the direction of his dorm, whistling a small random tune as he did so. Reaching into his hoodie's pocket, he pulled out his room key, wiping some sweat off his forehead as he moved up a few flights of stairs towards his room. Take a shower, meet his friends for breakfast, get some training in, some tutoring, and then training again.
Jaune inserted his key and turned, noting with some surprise that the door was already unlocked. Did he forget to lock the door again? He supposed that there really were no thieves around Beacon but the professors always advised locking doors when leaving. Shrugging his shoulders at his own forgetful nature, Jaune promptly opened the door and stepped inside. His eyes landed on a pair of white heeled boots that would have reached halfway up the calf of an average person. Ignoring the warning bells in the deepest parts of his own head, Jaune stepped past the shoes for some reason and continued on into his dorm room, kicking off his own black sneakers. As he entered the main room, he first noticed how sunny it was inside his usually dimly lit room. Someone had drawn the curtains back to let sunlight in. Shielding his eyes from the sunlight, Jaune glanced down at the floor, his eyes slowly trailing upward.
The first thing Jaune noticed was feet, delicate feet that were so much smaller than his. Pale skin, toenails unbelievably clean and well kept, Jaune wondered how in the world he could think feet were so pretty. As his eyes trailed further up, he was treated to the most lovely sight of pale yet smooth and thin legs that were connected to, his uncomprehending brain helpfully supplied in a small voice, a lacy white pair of panties covering a full bottom and luscious curvy hips. His eyes moved up to the muscled yet skinny stomach that was just as equally white and smooth as the legs and feet. His body seemed to move of it's own accord, his eyes trailing further up to see a matching lacy white bra that covered an admittedly not-so-well endowed chest. Finally, his eyes met the face of the most lovely and divine body he had the good graces to see.
Lovely. That was the first thought that entered his mind as he gazed upon the girl's face. Her eyes were blue, not like his but very light, icy like the winter sky while his own were the deep blue of the summer sky. His now slightly shorted out brain zeroed in on the scar that dared to place itself on her otherwise untouched skin, a crooked scar starting from slightly above her left eye down to the middle of her left cheek. Her hair, much like her skin, was a beautiful shade of white, even paler than her smooth skin. The white curls seemed to flow down past her shoulders to the small of her back like freshly fallen snow. Snow Angel. An angel made of snow that had come to life.
He broke out of his stupor when he finally noticed the wide eyes, the gaping mouth, and the shade of red her cheeks were slowly bleeding into. Her mouth opened wider, a scream barely starting up before he quickly thrust his hands out at her, shocking her into silence, "Wait! I know what you want to say."
Let it be known, that Jaune Arc was not the smartest man. Hell, it could be argued that Jaune Arc was downright stupid and very dense. But the one thing he knew how to do well was listen. So in the few seconds of silence that followed, Jaune Arc wracked his brain for advice, any kind of advice that he could use in this situation. For some reason, his mind landed on the words of his father. A father who had all but abandoned him and ignored his existence at the age of ten. None the less, his father's words echoed in his head like a demon whispering sweet nothings to a child he was trying to lure into the shadows, "Remember Jaune. All women look for in men...is confidence...confidence...confidence... Confidence...confidence...confidence..."
Once again, ignoring the various warning bells inside his head, Jaune gave the girl his most sincere and serious face, "So I won't even make an excuse saying I didn't see what I saw. So..." Jaune grabbed the bottom ends of his t-shirt, lifting it up so his well toned stomach was visible to the girl, "How about I take my clothes off and we call it even!?"
The girl's momentary shock seemed to snap at his words and actions, her cheeks turning an even darker shade of red as her face twisted into a very dark scowl. Her left hand short forward, her hand curled into a semi-fist form, her piercing blue eyes glowering at him as she spoke in a sharp tone, "Myrtenaster!"
In a flash of light, a weapon formed in the girl's left hand, her grip tightening around the hilt as she pointed the tip towards Jaune's throat. Jaune immediately raised his hands high up in the air in surrender, his eyes trailing over the weapon that manifested from her soul. It was a beautiful weapon, one he had never seen before in his life. It was a silver rapier with what seemed to be a revolving chamber inside the guard, the intricate design and patterns in the blade itself stunningly beautiful. He noticed the revolving chamber spin, the six different colors of red, cyan, violet, white, yellow, and blue flashing before his eyes before stopping. When he heard the crackle of electricity, he knew he was in more trouble than he had initially thought, "Die you scum!"
Jaune Arc could only cry out in fear.
/O/
"As you know, Beacon Academy has a certain reputation that it has done it's best to cultivate and keep up for the past few decades as the best academy in the entire world. At the Vytal Festival Tournament, which decides the strongest Huntresses and Huntsmen in training, our school representatives have won almost every year. However, in the past few years, we have not had much success in even getting into the top three. I took the position as Deputy Headmistress of Beacon alongside Headmaster Ozpin to rebuild this school's reputation and hope of reaffirming the claim that Beacon is indeed, the top Huntress and Huntsman school in the entire world. And yet...Mister Arc. Before the school year could even begin, you have committed quite the misconduct, haven't you?" Glynda Goodwitch reached up to push her glasses up, her bright green eyes boring sharply into Jaune's head.
Jaune Arc had the decency to look ashamed, his head hung slightly and his shoulders drooped, his slightly tinged hair and clothes straightened out the best he could on short notice. Scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile, Jaune did not make eye contact with the strict blonde-haired deputy, "W-Well professor Goodwitch, I assure you it was a very unfortunate accident. I by no means, did what I did on purpose..."
Glynda Goodwitch raised an eyebrow, once again pushing her glasses up before crossing her arms, her right hand gripping her signature riding crop hard, "Peeking at a girl while she was changing and half naked is bad enough, but you had the audacity to take your own clothes off as well. You call that an accident?" She slammed her riding crop down onto the desk, making a loud slapping sound echo throughout the room, making Jaune jump.
Jaune's shoulders drooped once again as he lowered his hand, "I honestly thought it was a very gentleman-like idea at the moment."
Goodwitch let out a sigh, her right hand coming up to rub the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes and looked away, as if willing the whole situation to be nothing but a silly dream. But alas, when it came to Jaune Arc, silly dreams were the very core of reality, "Mister Arc, I will not even dignify what you said with an explanation on why what you did was the opposite of being a gentleman of a proper caliber. But seeing as you wish to be a gentleman, I suppose then, you are willing to take responsibility for your own actions?"
Jaune frozen when right after her words, the door behind him opened and in walked the same Snow Angel from the morning, her arms crossed and a scowl on her red face as her eyes looked everywhere but at him.
Jaune did not recognize her at first when they had...met in his room, but upon closer inspection after the incident and while waiting outside the Deputy Headmistress's office, he recognized her as none other than Princess Weiss Schnee of the Atlas Empire. He cursed his usual luck for landing him in yet another bad end situation. Trying to salvage the mistake he had made, Jaune immediately took a small step towards the princess, bowing his head, "Miss Weiss Schnee, I am very sorry. I swear what I did earlier was not on purpose. But it is true that I surprised you and caused you a lot of distress... As a man, I will take responsibility! Burn me, fry me, encase me in ice, do whatever you want to do!"
Jaune kept his head bowed, his eyes shut tight as he waited. He held his breath, staying completely still. A sense of dread slowly crept up his stomach as silence followed his declaration. He expected screaming, some kind of telling off from the princess but for some reason, the silence was even more terrifying. When she finally spoke, he let out a silent breath, "You. What is your name?" Her voice was cold, neutral. Good or bad, he was not sure yet.
Slowly lifting his head, he gazed at her face, smiling nervously, "J-Jaune. My name is Jaune Arc."
A smile formed on the princess' face, though he saw no warmth in her expression as she gazed at him, "You sure are quite manly, Mister Jaune Arc. To be completely honest, I had considered making this into an international incident, but in light of your...honesty, and willingness to take responsibility, I will respond generously."
Jaune smiled in relief, his body relaxing slightly as he stood back up, "O-Oh... Oh thank you Miss Schnee. I am so grateful for you-"
Weiss promptly cut him off, her smile turning especially cold and her eyes looking quite malicious as she uttered her next statement, "I will forgive you if you offer me your right arm."
Jaune's right eye twitched as his face was frozen in an awkward smile, unconsciously taking a step back, "Y-You're joking, aren't you?"
Weiss crossed her arms, glaring daggers at him as she scowled, "If I were joking, I wouldn't compromise even this much. I would normally ask for your head, but an arm will do."
"So your best compromise is for me to cut off my arm and give it to you!? What would you even do with it!?"
Weiss tapped her chin as if she were seriously thinking before giving him a slightly bored expression along with a shrug of her shoulders, "Give it to my dogs?"
Jaune's jaw dropped open, staring at the princess with disbelief. Weiss stared right back, frowning as she glowered at him, "You told me to do whatever I want to do!"
Jaune flailed his arms around, "It was just a figure of speech!" His voice actually cracked, taking on that raspy tone whenever he was truly distressed, "And it was an accident to begin with! I can't cut off my dominant arm for something so little!"
The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees and Jaune actually felt the chill seep into his body through his hoodie. He slowly, very slowly turned to face the princess. Her jaw was clenched and her eyes were furious as she glared at him "Something so little...?!"
Jaune took another step back as he saw her hands clench into fists, "Oh I see...well. I am so sorry that you think my chest is so...so little." Jaune took a few steps back as he saw ice slowly encasing the floor around her feet and a mist of ice trailing away from her body and some specks of actual snow falling off of her and onto the ground.
Jaune turned to look at the Deputy Headmistress for help but was shocked to see her seat empty. When did she abandon me!?
Jaune turned back to look at Weiss Schnee, the ice radiating off of her in waves. He could see his breath making mists into the air now, the whole room's temperature having dropped from a comfortable seventy degrees to ten in a matter of seconds. When she spoke, a chill ran down Jaune's spine and not from the cold either, "Prepare yourself, you...you rude...perverted...uncultured...dolt!"
The last word actually caught him by surprise. For some reason, the word 'dolt' being spoken by a prim and proper princess brought a smile to his lips. The smile did not escape the sharp eyes of Weiss Schnee, the small action enraging her even further, "I will make sure that not even a single strand of hair remains after I am through with you...Jaune Arc!"
Jaune immediately back tracked, running into the wooden desk of the Deputy Headmistress, Jaune flailed his arms around, "Wait! Please wait Miss Schnee! Calm down, please!"
Weiss snarled as she took menacing steps towards him, "You snuck into my room, defiled my purity by looking upon my untouched body, and even had the audacity to call me flat chested... How dare you!"
Jaune recoiled back, waving his arms even more frantically, "Who- wait I...wait wait wait! Defiled?! I didn't...I mean I never... I never called you flat chested!"
Weiss' eyes turned dangerous as she pointed her finger at him, "You just admitted it!" Jaune vehemently shook his head, crossing his arms in an X shape.
Weiss moved even closer, the ice now spreading across the room, her furious blue eyes boring into Jaune's own deep blue ones, "You looked at me naked with a perverse and indecent look in your eyes! Like you were...you were mocking my body! You were staring at me!"
Jaune took another step back, moving around the desk as he held his arms out, "I-It's true that I saw you, but that was...that was...well..."
Weiss continued to glare, if looks could kill... Jaune would probably be dead. Jaune knew he didn't have much time. He once again wracked his brain, trying to remember advice, any advice that could potentially save his life in this bizarre situation. His father was definitely out, his grandfather was...nope, out. His mother? ...Nope. His sisters? Nope. Ruby...Yang...Nora... Ren...somebody... Jaune's eyes opened as he remember a certain crimson haired, green eyed warm warrior and the simple advice she had once uttered to him under the glow of the moon. No ridiculous schemes, no pick up lines, just...be honest. You cannot get it wrong if it is the truth.
Taking a deep breath, closing his eyes and wracking his brain for what he thought in the moment, Jaune shouted as loud as he could without his voice cracking, "I was staring because you were so unbelievably beautiful like an angel made from fresh fallen snow in the night of winter, that I couldn't take my eyes off of you!"
Jaune kept his eyes shut, hoping to Oum that honesty would truly spare him from whatever fate this vengeful princess would deal on him. He waited for a few seconds before noticing how deathly quiet the room had gotten. He finally cracked one eye open when he also noticed how the room had become significantly warmer. Daring to sneak a look at the princess, his eyes widened slightly when he saw how red her face was, her mouth hanging open slightly. She pointed an accusing finger at him, taking a slight step back, "W-W-What are you saying!? Telling an unmarried woman she is beautiful so easily without any shame! You are clearly a-a-a...dolt!"
Jaune felt a headache forming as he slowly rubbed his right temple, letting out very long sigh. Weiss immediately snapped at him, "What!?"
Jaune straightened up immediately, putting his hands up in surrender, "No it's just...earlier you said it was your room... But that's my room."
The blush on Weiss' cheeks reduced by a significant amount as she glared at him again, "You still insist on sticking to those lies you insufferable little..."
Just as she was about to speak her insult, the door to the office abruptly opened, revealing the calm form of Headmaster Ozpin taking a sip from his coffee mug with an amused look on his face and the clearly displeased and annoyed face of Deputy Headmistress Glynda Goodwitch. Before the deputy headmistress could speak, Ozpin took one step forward, waving his coffee mug at the two students. He didn't seem bothered by the situation in front of him, watching the two students gaping at him with a calm, slightly smiling face, "Oh I apologize, are we interrupting? Please, do go on."
Jaune immediately ran towards the headmaster, waving his arms around, "Professor Ozpin, what the heck is going on!? Why is she saying my room is her room!?"
When Weiss turned to glare slightly at the silver haired headmaster, the man merely lifted his mug up to take another sip, "Oh right...I thought I had forgotten something. That minor detail must have slipped my mind in all the chaos. Starting today, Mister Arc, Miss Schnee. You two will be roommates."
Both students stared at the headmaster incredulously, their mouths gaping open. One stared at the man as if asking him how he ha the gall to say such a thing while the other wanted to grab the headmaster and shake him for the trouble he caused because he had forgotten to mention such a 'minor' detail. The deputy headmistress could only let out a sigh, her face burying itself in her right hand.
/O/
As two students, one blonde haired and the other white haired, stood in front of their dorm room with irritation radiating off of their person, the equally blonde and silver haired headmistress and headmaster calmly added a name plate onto the dorm room sign post, Schnee right next to Arc. The deputy headmistress turned to the two students, pointing her hand at the sign post, "As you can see, you both are-"
Jaune quickly raised his hand, the action ingrained into him over the past two years of having the silver haired sage and the strict blonde as professors rather than a headmaster and deputy headmistress, "I have a question sir, ma'am." Giving Jaune a slightly amused look, Ozpin merely nodded, "I had thought that only students of the same level can become roommates with one another, right? So why is Miss Schnee, a Rank A among Rank A students, in the same room with a flunky like me!?"
Weiss recoiled, looking at Jaune with astonishment, "You failed?! What do you mean you failed? If you failed, how are you even in Beacon Academy?"
Ozpin still had that slight smile on his face as he brought up his coffee mug, taking another sip of his delicious brew, "Mister Arc's...situation is a unique one, Miss Schnee. While yes, he has failed for the past two years, he was not dismissed from the school for certain reasons. He is technically ranked as an Rank F student."
Jaune smiled sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head, looking at Weiss, "Yeah... My Rank is only F and the only use with aura I am good at is using the minimum enhancement of my physical abilities. But..."
Weiss frowned, "But what?"
Ozpin interrupted, waving his mug of coffee at Jaune while simultaneously somehow not spilling a drop, "Mister Arc's aura reserves however, are the highest ever in Beacon Academy in the past decade, and one of the top ten in it's whole history."
Weiss' eyes widened as she stared at Jaune hard, unable to comprehend the vast amount of aura that meant. She had researched a lot about Beacon Academy before applying, which included the Alumni before her. People who were ranked among the top ten students to graduate into Huntresses or Huntsmen included people like Summer Rose, Tai Xiao Long, Raven Branwen, and her brother Qrow Branwen. While not comparing skills but the sheer amount of aura to even one of these legends... Weiss just couldn't picture a dolt like Jaune Arc next to the legendary figures of team STRQ.
"His other ability scores are also at the lowest of the low levels. I am afraid the nickname he has earned for himself over the past two years is... 'The Worst Arc'." Glynda Goodwitch's face turned into a frown at the last sentence, clearly displeased with what the other students was calling him, "It is unfortunate to say that Mister Arc is literally, the weakest student in Beacon Academy, technically speaking."
Weiss looked at Jaune with some distaste, frowning at him for a whole different reason, "The Worst Arc..."
Professor Ozpin glanced at the two, his coffee mug held up to his lips. Glynda glanced at the headmaster and having years of experience dealing with the man, she knew exactly what that look meant. He was planning something, something that he found amusing yet useful at the same time. Which meant a headache for her and somehow a boost in his own reputation.
Ozpin promptly walked up to the sign post by the dorm room, grabbing first the Arc nameplate in his right hand then the Schnee nameplate in his left, "Let us look at this properly." He lifted up the Arc nameplate, presenting it to the two students, "Currently at Beacon Academy, there is no one else who is, in a matter of speaking, technically inferior as Mister Arc." He then lifted the Schnee nameplate, presenting it to the two students with a smile, "And I am sure we can say that there is less than a hand full of people who could fight on equal terms with Miss Schnee and even less so that can best her at Beacon Academy right now. So, to balance both out, we have paired you two up."
Weiss blinked at the headmaster, several time while Jaune just looked baffled, "T-That's just crazy..."
Ozpin seemed to let the comment go ignored as Weiss spoke up soon after, her cheeks slightly red, "But what if...what if...some...incident occurs?"
The headmaster merely lifted an eyebrow, looking straight into Weiss' eyes, "Oh? Such as..."
Weiss seemed taken aback, looking away as the red in her cheeks darkened, "I...well...I mean..."
Glynda let out a small sigh, crossing her arms, "Miss Schnee, Mister Arc. All across campus, across all four grades, there are other male and female students who are paired up. I assure you, none of them have had problems so far and in the rare cases they did, they personally sorted it out. So even if you do not like the arrangements, there is nothing that can be done about it."
Ozpin then spoke up, looking at Weiss with an amused expression, "Miss Schnee, I believe it was you who asked that we treat you no different from your fellow students here at Beacon Academy. I am sure it would be quite rude of us to try to accommodate you when you made such a request not two hours ago. Unless of course, you have changed your mind..."
Weiss clenched her jaw, choosing to abstain from speaking. She was not the type to be rude to her professors or headmasters after all. However, Weiss was a Schnee and a Schnee always found a way to win. Straightening up, Weiss put on a polite smile but none of the three were fooled as she spoke, "Of course I understand, Professor Goodwitch, Headmaster Ozpin. However, if I am to live in the same room as...Mister Arc." Her icy gaze shifted to said boy as she turned to face him, her arms crossed, "I have three conditions." She held up her left hand, her index, middle, and ring finger held up for emphasis. She continued on before Jaune could even speak, giving him her chilliest death glare, "Don't talk to me. Don't open your eyes. Don't even breath."
Jaune's shoulders drooped as he let out a very tired sigh, "Weiss...the Jaune Arc that would follow those rules would most definitely die."
Ignoring his comments, Weiss glared at him with a small smirk as she pointed at the floor in front of the dorm room door, "If you can follow these three simple rules, I will allow you to live in front of the room."
Jaune flailed his arms around wildly, nearly in tears, "I'm not even allowed inside the room!?"
Weiss glared daggers at him, "What, you can't even do that!?" Jaune immediately cut in, "Of course I can't! At least allow me to breath!"
Weiss immediately snapped back, "No way! You are probably thinking something lewd like...like trying to smell me or something you perverse dolt!"
Jaune slapped his forehead hard before grabbing his nose and squeezing it, cutting off the air flow from his nose as he breathed through his mouth only, "Fine! I'll only breath with my mouth, then I can't smell you right!?"
Weiss pointed an accusing finger at Jaune, "No way! Then you will be trying to taste the air I exhaled, won't you.. You...you sick pervert!"
Jaune grabbed his hair, yanking it as he screamed, "Oh my Oum! I didn't even consider that possibility, who would consider that possibility!"
Weiss growled, "If you don't like it, then just quit! Get out of the school and let me live alone in peace!"
Jaune yanked his hair further, "That is ridiculous!"
Ozpin glanced between the two students with a look of vast amusement, sipping his coffee as if he were watching a good soap opera by the fire. Glynda however, had enough of the bickering and stepped between the two, snapping her riding crop onto her hand and making all three of them flinch, "That is quite enough from both of you!" She pointed her glare at Jaune first then at Weiss who actually looked down in embarrassment, "Being a Huntress and Huntsman is about deciding your own destiny. To create your own road that leads you to your chosen fate rather than a predetermined one."
Jaune looked up at the deputy headmistress with a calm expression before letting out a small sigh, "You are telling us that we should let our abilities speak for themselves?"
Glynda nodded curtly, "Yes. I am in charge of combat classes. I will have you both participate in a one on one, all out sparring match. And whoever wins, will earn the right to decide the rules of the shared room."
Weiss frowned, glancing at the two headmasters then at Jaune. All three seemed pleased for some reason, even Jaune which surprised Weiss. Jaune actually grinned, nodding his head, "Well, that sounds very fair and good. Don't you agree Miss Schnee?"
Weiss glared at Jaune, "Excuse me? You are a failed Rank F Huntsman-in-training. And I am, pardon me for being blunt, an elite Rank A amongst Rank A students as you so eloquently described before. There is no way you even stand a ghost of a chance in beating me-"
Jaune smiled gently, waving his hand, "Come on Weiss. With a battle, with life, you never know what will be the result until you actually try. And despite being Rank F, despite being a failure..." He grinned, making Weiss' eyes go wide and for some reason, her stomach flutter slightly, "I haven't given up for a single day for the past two years and have been working very hard. So who knows what might happen, right?"
Squishing the feeling down, Weiss instead glared at Jaune as she scowled, "Fine then, I'll do it. Let us have a match. But if that is the case, let us bet more than simply the rules of the shared room." Jaune quirked an eyebrow before Weiss continued, "The loser will obey the winner for the rest of their lives! And no matter how humiliating, emasculating, and horrifying the commands may be, the person must become a servant who follows orders like a dog!"
Jaune laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head as he looked at Weiss with concern, "Um...Miss Schnee, don't you think that is...taking things a bit too far?"
Weiss merely glared as she poked him in the chest with each word, "Do. You. Understand!?"
Jaune took a step back each time he was poked, bringing his arms up to guard himself from any further assault, "I...I understand."
Letting out a small sigh at the strange addition to the stakes of the duel, Glynda merely shook her head, "Then it is settled." Ozpin then threw the nameplates of the two students at them carefully, both catching them with ease.
Glynda fixed her glasses, "You will both keep those on your person, as they will represent the trophy of victory for the loser to give to the winner when the duel is finished and the battle is lost and won. You will both have an hour to prepare for the spar at the fourth training hall. I expect you both to be there on time and ready to spar. As this might be a good learning example for students, I will announce the battle over the intercom to welcome any students currently on campus to come watch, if that is alright with you both."
Jaune merely shrugged his shoulders as Weiss nodded, "I believe that is an excellent idea Professor Goodwitch. I will be sure to show the students proper form and technique in the short time it will take me to win the match. I will make it as educational as possible."
Jaune merely laughed a little, scratching the side of his cheek. What in the name of Oum have I gotten myself into...?
Author's Note: Again, this is just a story idea I had late into the night. I am not looking for money or any such things, just sharing a funny story idea I had after watching two great shows. I feel sometimes people take these stories a little too seriously, just try to relax and have fun, enjoy the story if you can. If not, I will do my best to write something more amusing in the future.