It's nice to meet you! This is my first story and is a one-shot AU diverging sometime during Volume 3's aftermath. I am a big fan of Yang and have enjoyed several stories where she was paired with Jaune, so I thought to try one too. Please enjoy and be well.


Dragonslayer


Yang didn't just let anyone touch her hair.

The long golden locks were her treasure. If she so much as thought you meant them the slightest bit of harm and she would hit you so hard you would fly into next week. That was no exaggeration as many people could attest to. So for her to be able to let someone touch her hair… that person must have been incredibly precious to her. Even if that person had no idea how big a deal it actually was.

"You know, I never did ask how it was you got so good at this." Yang said. She sat on a small wooden stool in her room and faced the mirror on her desk.

She was dressed as she usually was these days, with those cargo pants and long-sleeved jacket over an orange shirt. The right sleeve was rolled up and tied in a knot that concealed the stub of the arm she had lost.

It had been a traumatic incident for her as anyone would expect. A whole part of her was just gone and never coming back. Maybe that was why she had lowered her defenses a little, finally letting someone in close enough? No one could say but her and even she might not have really known. Too many things were different now.

Jaune smiled, his expression almost longing. "I told you before about how I have seven sisters, right?" He asked. One hand gently ran through Yang's unruly blonde mess while the other pulled a comb through it. "They used to ask me to set their hair all the time. Before I knew it I was just kind of good at it."

He was dressed in his usual attire, blue jeans and the hoodie with the adorable little bunny he liked so much. The only thing missing was his old armor, something which he never wore when he stopped in to visit.

"Huh…" Yang held onto the end of her muted exclamation, not actually sounding surprised by the information. Maybe she remembered that Jaune had mentioned it before, but it was far more likely that it just made a lot of sense. Jaune having seven sisters certainly explained a lot about him. "Have you been to see them since everything?" She asked next.

Jaune's hands momentarily stopped their motions. They restarted just as quickly and it almost looked like Yang hadn't noticed. Only she most definitely had, but no apology came from her lips. They had both lost something during that time. Yang her arm. Jaune his partner. One of the reasons they became close at all was sharing in that loss.

"I've sent them a letter." Jaune finally answered after it seemed like he wouldn't. "They know I'm living here on Patch and that I'm okay. They sent me a reply and everything. Told me they want to meet you sometime."

"You told them about me?" Yang placed a hand over her heart, the motion clearly facetious in nature if her tone wasn't already a dead giveaway. "Why Jaune, I wasn't aware we'd gotten to that stage yet."

"Can it." Jaune snapped, but without any real heat in his voice. Instead it was followed by a breath of air that sounded like he was trying not to laugh. "It would be nice…" His voice took on a more somber tone right after. "If you could meet them one day." He finished brushing her hair, leaning forward to set the brush on the desk. As he pulled his hand back and Yang grabbed it, holding on and pressing it against her cheek.

She gave a soft sigh. "I hope one day I can meet them too." There was a hesitant pause. "Dad got me a new arm. He said General Ironwood sent it. I'm a… well, not quite ready to put it on yet. It might take a little more time... if that's okay?" This wasn't the usual Yang, but someone far more vulnerable than most people had ever seen.

"That's fine. I'm not going anywhere." Jaune squeezed her hand. "Just… please don't go anywhere either, okay? If you do, let's go together." Don't leave me like Pyrrha did. Those were the unsaid words that he couldn't say. Something Yang knew as well.

She let his hand go and he finished his work in silence, tying her hair in a ponytail. His hands fell to the side and Yang slowly stood up before turning to him. Her lilac eyes looked into his azure blue and the two shared an uncomfortable, if understanding smile.

They were both still broken in many ways, but that was fine. Because they were also here for one another. It was a moment just for the two of them.

Well, the two of them plus me. Oops.

I slowly backed away, praying to the gods that my big sister wouldn't catch me spying on them just now. It hadn't been my intent to do so, but dad had asked me to see if they were ready to take Zwei on that walk. It wasn't my fault they didn't hear me crack the door open.

It was just such a nice scene that before I knew it I had ended up watching the whole thing. Yang had been beyond my help after I woke up from that coma and found her missing an arm… and I was afraid she would never bounce back. When Jaune started coming around to check on me, he also ended up spending time with her.

This relationship between them was the unexpected consequence of that.

Thanks to it, Yang started to become more like her fiery old self and Jaune looked a little less depressed everyday. I don't know if they would ever move on completely, in the same way I don't know if my own loss will ever truly be filled. What I can say is, seeing them together like this gives me hope for the future.

One where we can all truly be happy.