Yang was furious or was she. She was heartbroken or was she. She didn't know. All Yang could do is standing the doorway of Jaune's room and stare blankly. Neither Jaune nor the woman with him seemed to notice her. Her heart was frozen cold in her chest. Her eyes dimming to a sad and lowly purple.
It was at this moment that none other than Jorge appeared behind her. Through her own pain, she could see his face almost instantly twist into one of disbelief and rage. " WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT" he bellowed in a voice filled with such power that it echoed throughout half of the school and felt throughout the other half.
The booming voice seemed to finally snap the two teens from there mutual enthrallment. When they turned and saw that both Yang and Jorge were standing in the doorway they began to turn several shades of red in embarrassment.
"Jorge, I don't know what you think you see here but I am almost certain that you are mistaken." Jaune's voice was mildly afraid as the expression on Jorge's face.
"Really Jaune, because it looks to me like you are in bed kissing my DEAD ex-girlfriend." the edge that now filled Jorge's voice was sharp enough to cut through steel.
Now it was the woman's turn to speak. "Um," she said as stood up and looked at Jorge. "I don't know who you think you are, but I don't know you and I have always known Jaune."
The whole room was filled with confusion. As Jorge knew the woman before him as Suzail. But this was younger than the last time he saw her. And Jaune seemed to know her and yet he had never mentioned her to anyone. As it all stood the room was a powder keg waiting to be detonated. If Jaune said the wrong thing then the two people standing in his doorway would most likely try to kill him. And of course, the only threat that Jaune noticed was the one posed by Jorge. He seemed completely unfazed to have Yang standing in his doorway. As everyone stood where they were in silence Yang seemed to lose her temper and storm off leaving a trail of burnt carpeting behind in the wake of her fit of rage.
It was at this time that Orin rounded the corner and found Jorge standing Jaune's doorway. "Jorge" Orin said as he motioned for Jorge to follow him around the corner. They did and once they were both around the corner Orin found himself lifted into the air and pinned against the wall by his cousin's force grip.
"The fuck did you do Orin, I didn't tell you about Suzail so you could bring her back and throw at Jaune. So you have thirty seconds to explain before I do something that ONLY I will live to regret."
Recognizing that without a very good reason he would be a smoldering corpse in a matter of moments Orin began to speak with calm assurance. "Jorge, that isn't Suzail, and I had no other choice. It was either do this or let the Arc boy accidentally rediscover how force sensitive he is and then watch as he suffers the pain you and I know all too well."
Now it was Jorge who was confused and dropping his cousin to the floor he said. "You just bought yourself enough time to explain. Now start talking."
Orin slowly rose to his feet and after dusting himself off and then he spoke. "Do you remember when you needed to leave Remnant for a few years.?"