Knight of Nothing
I have no idea why I'm doing this, of all the ideas I've had, this had to be the one I follow through with. Whatever, I've come too far to back out now. I'll just have to square my shoulders and deal with whatever comes my way.
Weiss was most definitely not freaking out, that simply wouldn't do for someone of her status and positon, especially not about something as menial as talking to Jaune, after all that's all this would be, a talk. Sure, it would contain things like feelings and emotions but it was still just talking, and she was wonderful at that. Well, at giving speeches at least, but how different could this really be?
He wasn't going to reject her; couldn't reject her, who could, after all? She'd had enough suitors to build a small army with, though none of them had what he does. What he has, is nothing. He has absolutely nothing special about him, no unique family business, no insane hair color, no mythology behind his family, no heritage that dates back to the founding of the kingdoms, he simply is. Everything he does, everything he says comes out because that's who he is and it's who he wants to be and what he wants to say, not because he has some secret agenda or because his family expects him to be cordial to The Heiress of the Schnee Dust Company. Gross.
In other words: she could trust him. She doesn't at the moment, but that is huge, massive, she can't remember the last time she thought she might be able to trust someone, she doubts it ever happened. Even though she doesn't right now, the potential is there, and that's enough. The rest will come with time, time and effort, both of which she is willing to put in to chase after something that she has wanted for so long, something her family never gave her, never even attempted to.
Love, to be loved by someone enough that you could tell them anything and they would take it in stride and instead of blame you, they would attempt to help you. That is the goal, the aspiration, and if Jaune is the one who can provide that, then she will provide the catalyst to their relationship with her proposition, after all that is what it is at a base level; her love for his, a trade. A mutually beneficial trade at that, something that rarely happens in business, but seems to happen so often here at Beacon and amongst her friends.
She walked down the hall, dressed in her uniform minus the blazer, it was much too warm for that at this point. Her target should be in his room, and if she timed this right, alone. As she approached she heard music coming from JNPR's room. The beat was something that Ruby's father may have listened to, clearly pop inspired but also older. She put her ear to the door and listened to see if she could discern lyrics.
"Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around"
What the fuck was he listening to? The singer sounds like a dog's squeaky toy developed a brain and joined a band. And what was with those lyrics? "The way I use my walk"? He walks like… anyways that's beside the point, I'm getting off topic. Let's do this.
She straightens her back, rolls her shoulders back, and lands three heavy knocks upon the door. Almost immediately she hears a crash within and what sounds like a girl cry out in pain.
Maybe Nora or Pyrrha is still here, should I come back another time?
As she contemplates her plan, the music cuts off abruptly and footsteps head towards the door.
Looks like I don't have a choice now.
The door clicks and cracks open, revealing half of Jaune's face, though he seems to be slightly shaken.
What is he wearing? Is that a leotard? A sparkling one at that? Did I interrupt him and Pyrrha in the middle of… it would explain the noise and music. No, he still has no idea, and if he does, then I'll find out now.
"Jaune Arc," she commanded "you have no enviable status, no significant wealth, no unique talents, and not a single bit of base ability in combat. You are also horribly clumsy and awkward in almost every scenario." He seemed to slouch and pull back a bit with each consecutive statement. To him they felt like stinging insults.
Did she seriously come here just to tell me how inadequate I am? I knew she could be prickly and standoffish but… never outright mean.
She could feel her face heat up as she was about to get to the most important and consequently most embarrassing part. She stepped forwards slightly to meet his retreat, her left foot crossing the threshold of the door, she would not allow him to evade the rest of her speech.
"But, you are also one of the kindest people I have ever met, and never hold expectations over anyone's head. You're so loyal that it ends up hurting you and I've never seen you put yourself before your team or anyone else you care about. You also don't care at all about my title, my wealth, or my family name." She took a deep breath before continuing, after all, this would change the entire dynamic of their relationship irreversibly. "So, because of all the reasons I've just given you, Jaune Arc, you will go out with me!"
Whoops, that was supposed to be a question. I hope it gets the point across regardless.
what. How did she go from insulting me so brazenly to complimenting me to… to commanding me to go out with her? This is just too weird, but… surprisingly I don't find myself opposed to it. Am I a masochist? Wait, she's expecting an answer isn't she, crap. Well, what's the worst that can happen, after all, it's just one date right? If it's horrible then that's it, but if it goes well…
He was silent for too long it seems, as she began to… move slightly, not fidget. Weiss did not fidget, that was for Ruby to do, not for her, so, no, even though she may have been moving slightly because she was slightly nervous, she was not fidgeting. But it wouldn't hurt to have an answer sometime soon would it?
"Uh, sure, I guess. Where did this come from again?" he asked.
"Don't worry about that, Arc… Jaune." It felt oddly intimate to say his first name in this scenario, though it shouldn't, given when she had just said to him not minutes earlier. "You will come by my dorm room at 6:00 PM tomorrow to pick me up."
"For… what?"
"Our date, of course. Do I need to spoon-feed you everything? Just know that you will be expected to have a plan and the funding for this outing, and don't think you can take me someplace cheap either, I refuse to eat anything from McHenry's. That establishment's food is putrid."
He sighed, "Ok, well I'll be there then, I guess". This is going to be expensive.
"Good, I expect you'll be punctual, good night Jaune."
"Good night, Weiss."
As he closed the door, he had a two prevalent thoughts.
1: What have I gotten myself into?
2: How the hell am I going to pay for this?