Season 1: Jaune Arc's Heroic Deeds | Act 1: Dragon Slayer
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-= *How to Find your Mark* =-
Jaune may or may not die one day because he's was probably one of the biggest idiots in all of Beacon, but he wasn't. He studied enough to show exuberant care for his friends when it came to the know-how on killing Grimm. He had killed more than a few on his days, but it was getting annoying how everyone kept on trying to watch his back every possible second. He could get them killed, or possibly himself in the process. Knowing that, it wasn't as fun being a Huntsman anymore.
So he squished whatever love he held dear in killing Grimm by going out on his worse days and practicing in the Emerald Forest. He did this throughout the second semester of his first year. It droned on and on throughout the summer and he got better and better and improved everything. He was able to sway everyone on his team except for Ren, and the green themed boy seemed to be content with keeping a secret for his team leader.
That was a year before the Grimm began to besiege Beacon Academy. Just the academy, it seemed. None of the Grimm bothered to toy with the town, they were boring. No, these Grimm were much more intelligent and tenfold bloodthirsty. They wanted a fight. They wanted to fight something they knew could fight back. They could tell who was a civilian and who was a Hunter by the look in their eye.
That besieging meant more fighting for the people of Beacon than studying. And as much as they liked not having to study, fighting for the protection of your campus as a class was much more tedious than worrying when it came to lives. A year later, and it was a normal and routine life for everyone. Teams RWBY and JNPR were third years at this point, and either team could care less what they had to do for homework.
Such as...
"Ugh," Weiss groaned. "I can't believe we have guard the towers again!"
"Hey!" called Blake. "Appreciate the fact it's what kept us so alert the last year and keeping this place protected!"
"Calm down, kitty," Yang joked, getting a stern glare from her. Yang recovered. "Weissy is just annoyed that team JNPR got less punishment than we did!"
"That's exactly why!" hissed Weiss, ignoring the nickname. "All they had to do was do paperwork!"
"So, I'll just be in this corner..." Jaune started. "Doing the work..."
He stared off at the three more powerful Hunters. They were all sleeping in the library, on top of opened or closed books. Nora, as usual, sat down in one of the more comfier seats in the library, who had dozed off since the beginning. She lay on top of the Grimm Studies notebook that surprisingly actually held readable and understandable notes about the class, closed and refined. A bubble was in her nose, inflating and deflating every breath that was inhaled and exhaled. He looked over at Ren and wasn't surprised by the boy's position in sleeping. He had adopted it so easily every time they had to go to the library for more fitting work of the team. The guy was propped against an uneven bookshelf that ran jagged in and out of the area, so Ren was slumped in unusual areas, sitting on the floor still.
Pyrrha had been more...graceful. She laid her head down on an open book that she had actually been reading unlike Nora who had one book - her notebook - closed the entire time and Ren who had been on the floor reading. Pyrrha had been a lot more refined in the ways of studying than Jaune could have imagined from anyone trying to pay attention to everything they did themselves and what they read. It was near insanity at her exuberance in work and durability. He paled in comparison to her and he envied her more than he liked her.
That slipped out, he thought with a smirk. He kept his feeling bottled up this long, why not satisfy them a bit? He knew as he wasn't that oblivious without a doubt she liked him back and not without reason. He hadn't even known her the day they met two and a half years ago. It was the first semester of his third year and he was feeling guilty for not letting anything happen between them. He was over to her and in her chair, a quiet tactic gleaned by Ren and Blake who had done so to him often. Pyrrha wasn't as quiet and he'd always act like he hadn't heard her. He'd never tell her, however, because she would snap and probably never be his friend again for half-stalking her when she tried waking him up. He was a lot more durable than she thought, and he kept the damsel in distress an act to stay near her.
Sure, he was one by default, but actually trying made him look worse. He could care less about his reputation, because her babying of him actually became quite the fetish. He had to be honest with himself, staring at her while she was asleep would never've grazed his mind as a seventeen year old. As a 19 year old, however, it was very different.
He satisfied the love he bottled up for so long by running a finger in her hair that went too far over her eyes. He marveled at the beauty of this Nikos that he had been so privileged even to be near. He traced his finger across her cheek upwards which made her sleep-smile. He smirked. He was getting better at making her smile in her dreams.
As creepy as it sounded, she actually got more sleep than she realized. He took Health Class more seriously and it donned on him that classes do wonders to your latter life, and he absolutely loved it. After his tracing was complete, he pulled his thumb up to pinch and pull a little on her cheek. Her face turned to frown a little, and that cute little groan escaped her mouth again. He absolutely loved teasing a sleeping Nikos. Then, a thought came to his mind. Was she actually awake the whole time, every time? That would be awkward to explain, he thought. He was so caught up in his thoughts, he forget to realize what amount of strength to keep in his fingers when pinching her cheek to make sure she didn't awaken, which she did.
"Jaune?" she muttered, yawning as he let go in shock.
"I-I, uh, Pyrrha, uh, HI!" he sputtered incoherently.
She didn't respond at first, and Jaune recovered only from his shock in the most unusual of ways. She began to stretch her arms up and he took in every moment of it. Maybe his new fetish included this? Because he was pretty sure he loved it to the point savoring and swallowing his saliva. He freaking hungered for it! She brought her arms down with a messed up face and smacked her lips twice before looking at him confusedly. "Jaune?" she asked. "What's going on? Why is your mouth opened?"
Jaune smacked his jaw shut. Control... he told himself. "Nothing," he came up with a smile quickly, formulating a way to dissuade her before she realized his intentions. "Just...just waking up myself," he said with a yawn that was more real than he had intended. It satisfied her curious mind.
She looked around at Ren and Nora. "We should head back to our dorm," she said with a smile. "I'll get Nora," she said. That left him with Ren.
As awkward as it may be for a guy to hold another guy and bring him to his bed, he wouldn't leave his teammate in distress. He picked up Ren and doused his hand over his shoulder, dragging him out of the room.
Pyrrha had trouble with Nora, and she begrudgingly allowed Jaune and she to switch holding people. Jaune held Nora bridal style as Pyrrha did the same with Ren. Jaune fell into place behind Pyrrha as they walked through the hall. He could practically feel her pout the entire way. He found it cute to torture her like this, and he wouldn't hear the end of it if she found out. So, he opted to keep it a secret and to continue his tactic.
Though when she awoken in front of him like she did, yawning and stretching, he'd have to find a way to replicate the process without her getting too curious of his actions. Maybe he could push it down? Maybe a cold shower was in order? Or maybe another Grimm hunt by himself again? Though it's more dangerous than his first year as opposed to his now third year.
He sighed as they entered the room, barely skimming Nora's head against the wall. She, luckily, stayed asleep.
They put Nora and Ren into their respective beds, Jaune asked for the shower since his teammate refused to get into her pajamas and slept in her uniform. Something Jaune had to deal with after the shower.
The shower had been immensely useful. It put Jaune in his place and gave him time to think. It calmed and relaxed his tired muscles as he slowly became the one doing more work than the rest of his team combined, as showed in the library.
By the time he had said that he'd do the work in the corner, they had been asleep for more than two hours as he fixed up the library and worked at the same time. It had been profuse and hard work, the sweat on his brow threatened to put him asleep at any moment. Pyrrha had sometimes noted and teased him for having more stamina than Nora.
That pleased him much more than it should have.
He shook his head and the warmth in his lower region was cooled by the water.
Soon after, he had shut off the water, gotten dressed and looked over Pyrrha.
She had been sleeping in her armor or uniform as of late, and forgetting in the morning that she had done so. So, it was fairly easy for Jaune to change her clothes in the middle of the night. At first, it was hard because he had no idea what kind of stress to put on her body to wake her up, but she - Pyrrha, of all people - slept like a brick. Harder to wake up than Ren, though he never voiced that to Ren or she. Not even Nora, who wouldn't say anything no matter what the two in question would do to her and would continue to grin like a maniac through any type of interrogation. Nora was known for that.
On second thought, that's not what he needs to be thinking about when getting Pyrrha ready for bed.
He lightly chuckled. It was like taking care of a child who never changed to proper nighttime attire, a toddler who forgot to put on he or she's pajamas. And he, the father, had to put it on Pyrrha himself.
It sounded really twisted to call himself a father at this age, and especially over Pyrrha. Had anyone else found out, even Team RWBY, he would probably get kicked out. But, he swears, he finds one camera in this room with more than enough recorded data on him changing Pyrrha's clothing, he'll have Ozpin sued and delete the information for Pyrrha's sake mostly.
Well, it was agonizing, but Jaune had ignored every temptation to do more than what was necessary (but still leaving her asleep) to change her clothes. He finally laid her back in her bed and she smiled in her sleep, curling up into a ball as he draped the blankets over her again. He looked over the uniform Pyrrha wore, and did what he did every night. He smelled it.
Not like that, of course not. He wasn't that much of a pervert...
...okay, maybe he was, but that's not the point. He was smelling to make sure if needed washing, okay? He smelled a bit of sweat and grime, so he took it outside of the team dorm room towards the laundromat.
He wasn't too bothered about being out in his pajamas. Ever since the beginning of the Grimm besieging, he had gotten a better set of pajamas. One that consisted of black gym shorts with a white stripe down one side, a white tee with two blue arcs resembling his emblem on the shirt. That was it. Not even socks. He doesn't sleep with socks.
He made it to the laundromat and put in Pyrrha's clothing, washing out everything and set it for thirty minutes of washing and the automatic machine would send it to a dryer for another half hour.
Then, he heard a sound. The sound of a Nevermore.
As he charged outside, he let the statistics go through his mind.
Ever since the Grimm Siege, as everyone dubbed it nowadays, there had been new strains of Nevermore. Nevermore, at the top. Beneath that were Dragons. The Night Fury as old coots and farts called them. The grandmothers and the grandfathers who had seen the incredibly rare Grimm.
Recently, they had a boom in breed of these highly lethal strains, and they are what made the Grimm Siege possible. Communication was something a bit new for Grimm, but they hard worked so well, humans believed it was the only cause.
Intelligence. The intelligence to communicate.
It had once even been confirmed, but it would've been more believable if the person who recorded it on the luckily recovered Scroll had survived the way back.
He came outside, looking around profusely for the Dragon. Then, a shadow.
It darted across the sky too quickly for him. He searched again.
Another shadow. He followed it.
He ran, ran and ran. Jaune ran to the nearest turret and sprinted his way up, searching for the Great Guns of Navarone. He finally made it to the top of the tower, some hundred steps up, and grabbed the triggers to the weaponry.
As of this moment, Jaune had no care of boasting. He only wanted to protect his school. He sat down in the hard seat, grabbing the vertical handle with his left hand and grasping the horizontal handle with his right. He spun the gears around until he had turned the gun around and up enough to aim and fire.
Last year, a day before the Grimm Siege - ironically - he had obtained his Semblance at the hand of Pyrrha's training. It was hard to find out that his Semblance had been Telescopic Vision, but he didn't mind that. Perfect sight, perfect aiming. Perfect anything in these two categories.
He completely decimated Pyrrha's score in the next five minutes when they tested it at the gun range. Pyrrha was happy that he beat her, and so were the students as they began to insinuate things about the two that Jaune and Pyrrha hadn't minded. They both wanted to be together, but Jaune's act as the oblivious boy kept them separated.
He wanted to complete this academy first, then turn to her.
Jaune pulled away from the good aim and prediction of the oversized bird's path, placing his hands on the triggers.
"What do we do with a drunken whaler?" he singsonged that creepy song he found on the internet. "What do we do with a drunken whaler?" he repeated. "What do we do with a drunk-en wha-ler?" he said much higher at the end. "Early in the morning?" he finished the verse.
He fired- "Wey hey," -the shell soared- "-and up-" -the shell carved in half, the oversized bullet hurling towards its target- "-she rises.-" -the bullet came intact with its wing- "-Wey hey," -it shrieked- "-and up, she rises.-" -it tumbled- "Wey. Hey. And-" -it roared in anger- "up she-" -and in pain- "-rises.-" -it fell out of view into the silhouette of the Emerald Forest- "Early in the morning," he finished as he heard a large thump.
"Great..." he joked to himself, letting out a chuckle that sent his drooped head up a little. "I forgot about Pyrrha's clothes. That must've been about five minutes, though," he checked his Scroll.
He left at one in the morning. It was now 1:10 AM.
He shrugged. "I have 50 minutes," he opted. "Why not?"
It took him about five minutes to head over to his locker, don his clothing rather than his thin attire and ran out with sword and shielth in arm.
He ran into Cardin on the way out.
"What's up, buddy?" asked the now-nice friend and Faunus-sympathizer.
"Oh, I shot down a Night Fury," Jaune said nonchalantly like it was normal. "Gonna see if it really died. Landed in the Emerald Forest."
He patted Cardin's shoulder before jogging his way out.
He did not know he left behind a stunned and slack-jawed Cardin.
-= *line break* =-
Jaune, last year, learned how to drive before Pyrrha did and still continued to tease her about it. She doesn't take it lightly, but only goes lightly because of her infatuation with him. But, he's digressing.
Jaune stepped into the truck he had so very much loved. Schnee model 2500 and can haul about that same amount of cargo. 2,500 pounds. One and a half tons was fine to him, as long as he was always in the lead of the others, he didn't mind. Especially Pyrrha. It had grown on him and he really loved his beautiful blue truck with white racing stripes down the center. Yes, he watched Transformers. No, his truck wasn't one, nor did they really exist.
Or that's what they said.
Jaune smirked at the thought before turning on his truck which hummed back in response. He loved being a speed-demon, but wasn't allowed to do so on Campus, so he took it nice and slow. His trusty family heirloom was racked nicely behind him on a shotgun rack, but he told everyone repeatedly he didn't have a shotgun when he should have. But, old people had shotguns racked on that, so he just racked his sword and shielth up there. It was a nice convenience to have such a thing.
He drove down the hard-to-find cliff he 'discovered' when he wandered Beacon back in one of his mulling about Cardin in his first year. He smirked at how far Cardin's come. The guy actually got the guts to ask out a Faunus, who had hated him. But, after learning from Jaune he was a pretty cool guy then, she immediately said yes and the two were even together now, as he thought this.
He drove down the thin slope, hoping he mapped it out properly on his Scroll which he held in his hand. He looked back and forth from the map to keep an eye on the hardly lit path even with his headlights on. He didn't want to set it any brighter to save gas he may need in the future.
He found that drawing on his map of the mild U-turn and took it, slowly going down. After about ten minutes, he found himself in the Emerald Forest, truck-donned and hoping he wouldn't attract Grimm and saw the stupid idea. He smacked his head as he turned off the car.
"I knew it was a bad idea..." he said before recollecting himself and grabbing Crocea Mors off the shotgun rack and heading out of the vehicle and locking it. "Heh," he chuckled. As if it would do anything.
At least his vehicle would hold contrast to Pyrrha's orange van. She complained about Jaune's being too dark.
It was true, it was a bit gloomy, but he had a thing for dark blue, so they paid no heed to him any longer after that berating from Pyrrha about how color can affect mood.
Like Jaune's beautiful dark blue truck coul cause him to become depressed. Pfft, Pyrrha was overprotective.
Then again, Jaune more protective in ways she never imagined, and he loved every second of it.
He shook his head clear of his thoughts when he realized he had been walking clearly in a random direction. At least it held somewhat a close line of where the Night Fury- "YAH!" Jaune yelled, falling down a massive hole he hadn't seen before.
It, at least, wasn't some damn cave. The place was large enough to fit two dorms inside! But, the walls were steep and even cliff-hanging at the bottom, refusing anyone trapped inside out. He fell and landed face first into water. The last thing he thought he heard was from his Scroll at the indication Pyrrha's clothing was done washing.
-= *End of Chapter 1* =-
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