Pre-chapter AN: Hello F.F.! The D here, no... no... that's a terrible name. Ignoring that, since Day and Night (my Yang x Jaune concept) won the poll, I decided to actually go through with this idea. If you couldn't guess, it's Yang x Jaune. Enjoy...
Fast Night
Jaune Arc wasn't skeptical of his friends often. He trusted his friends with his life, that's just the kind of guy he was. But when a fiery, short-tempered blonde says it's a good idea to celebrate your eighteenth birthday by drinking the night away, you get a little skeptical. Yang was not one to take no for an answer unfortunately. She made it so there was no way to refuse. This time, she turned his friends against him.
Nora was easily convinced with the mention of food and good music, Ren followed shortly after, for obvious reasons. Pyrrha and Weiss both decided to come to make sure nothing bad happened, Ruby thought it would be fun, and Blake was literally dragged along. So, Jaune didn't have much of a choice, it was his birthday after all.
Not a minute in and everyone had disappeared into a throng of party-goers at the club. Jaune, being the socially inexperienced guy he is, headed for the emptiest place in the room and, for whatever reason, that happened to be the bar. Maybe it was because grinding on a random stranger was more appealing? He didn't know and didn't care.
The bartender, a giant bear of a man, was there to take his order before he even sat in the stool.
"What'll it be?" His voice was gruff and straight to the point, making Jaune slightly nervous.
"J-just a water, please." Before the man turned to get his order, Jaune heard an all too familiar shout from behind him.
"Heya, Vomit Boy. 'Whatcha 'doin?" Yang slung an arm around his shoulders. The bartender seemed even more annoyed than Jaune at her appearance.
"Blondie!? What are you doing here!? I thought I said to never come back!" Yang shot him a playful smile.
"And I thought you said you had info on everyone in Vale, but we all know how that turned out the last two times." The bartender made a low growl, causing Jaune to flinch. "Now, get me and my friend here two Strawberry Sunrises, don't forget the umbrella." She winked and the bartender stalked off to get their drinks, grumbling under his breath. Jaune was visibly confused, looking between his fiery companion and the man. Yang noticed this and, after untangling her arm from his shoulders, took the seat next to him.
"Long story short, I wanted some answers, he didn't want to cough them up and I ended up destroying half his club." She told it as nonchalantly as you would the weather. Jaune just sighed and decided to ask about the drink instead.
"So, what's a Strawberry Sunrise?" She grinned.
"It's the best drink in Vale, and even though I don't really like the guy, Junior really knows how to make one. You'll see what I mean." Jaune didn't have a good feeling about this. All he wanted was a glass of water, and whatever she ordered was most likely alcoholic. Not wanting to deny his friend her fun, he rationalized that he did come to a bar and it was his eighteenth birthday, so why not?
The drinks arrived and Junior watched closely as Jaune tasted his drink. He expected the burning taste of alcohol, but it was surprisingly sweet with a hue as red as strawberries and it looked like the sun was peeking over the top of his rim. He realized that he was actually looking at Yang's hair through the glass rim.
Yang gave Junior a thumbs up, and Jaune gave a surprised, but pleased, hum.
"So, 'whatcha think?" She twirled the umbrella in her glass, making the yellow coloring swirl with the red in a hypnotic display.
"It's... actually pretty good. I thought it would be disgusting, to be honest." Yang smirked.
"Give me more credit, Vomit Boy." They both shared a laugh.
"Maybe if you acted more mature I would think drinking with you was a good idea." Yang quirked an eyebrow, and even Jaune seemed surprised at his own words. He never talked to Yang like that, he was always too worried about losing his genitals. Maybe the atmosphere was affecting him?
Yang's smirk returned tenfold before a pleased, "Oh?", escaped her lips. Jaune had warning bells going off in his head. Something was telling him to avoid whatever it was she was thinking. But another sip from the Sunrise and he felt his confidence return. Something about the challenging way she looked at him was alluring. Like a predator stalking it's prey.
"Tough guy now, huh? How about a competition?" She teased. Jaune, with his growing confidence, matched her smirk.
"You're on." Yang's smirk grew into a full blown Cheshire grin.
"Junior! Get some more glasses ready!"
And so they drank. So much so that Jaune didn't even notice he was drunk until he tried stumbling to the exit, Yang helping him along. They had started a game of playful flirting sometime during the contest, and it was escalating fast.
"You know, I like fiery girls." His speech was slightly slurred, but Yang didn't seem to mind. She gave him another predatory smirk, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"And I like guys I can push around." Jaune's drunk brain didn't even have time to register her words before he was roughly shoved into a wall. Yang slowly approached his swaying form and then everything went black.
The blinding light peeking through the curtains awoke Jaune. He covered his eyes and tried to sit up before a splitting pain coursed through his head, causing him to collapse back onto the bed with a groan.
Ignoring his hangover to the best of his abilities, he looked over to see if Pyrrha had already gotten up, but her bed wasn't there. Looking around more closely now, he noticed he wasn't in the dorms at all. Instead, he was in a burgundy room with white curtains, and clothes strewn across the floor. He began to panic. Where was he? How did he get there? What the hell happened the night before?
He remembered trying the Strawberry Sunrise, drinking with Yang, and then being shoved into the wall... then... then being kissed! Kissing back, groping, words of consent, and being lead to a hotel. He remembered Yang pushing him onto the bed, remembered her nude body, how beautiful she was. Then the things they did, the things that carried into the night until they both couldn't go any more before passing out.
So... what did this mean? He had slept with Yang, but what did that mean? They weren't in a relationship, and nothing had made him look at her that way before. How did she feel about this? What would his friends think about this?
A rustling from his right broke him out of his thoughts. Yang rose from her place next to him, hair disheveled and unruly. She took one look around before resting her eyes on him. They had a silent moment to try and register what the other was thinking.
Jaune didn't know what to think. He always imagined his 'first time' would be a happy occasion, where the love of his life woke up next to him with a smile before whispering good morning. But Yang didn't look particularly happy, in fact she didn't look like she was feeling anything. She just stared at him with a blank expression. No crappy puns, no wry smiles, just... nothing.
Before he could say anything, she got out of bed and began putting her clothes back on. It was like she didn't care about him, as if she wasn't involved at all. Why was he thinking so much about it anyways? He knew about these things; one night stands. He never imagined having one, but it was supposed to be something casual, right? So, why did it feel so wrong? Why did it feel like she should stay?
"What do we do now?" The question escaped his lips before he even had time to think about it. She paused as she pulled on her shorts, but didn't turn around to answer.
"What do you mean? We go back to Beacon." Jaune didn't like the serious tone of her voice.
"What will everyone think, though?" His panic was giving way to worry. Would their friends think bad of them? What would Pyrrha think? Ruby?
"We're not telling anyone." For some reason Jaune was starting to get a piercing feeling in his gut. Like something wasn't as it should be.
"What do you mean?" Even though he asked, he already knew the answer.
"This was a one time thing, Jaune. No one needs to know." Her voice carried a finality, but maybe it was that fear of the conversation ending that spurred Jaune to protest.
"That's not right. This isn't right." He shook his head. She finally turned to face him after putting her tank top on.
"What?" He got out of bed with a pensive expression.
"I... I don't like it. It doesn't feel right." He put his boxers back on, still not completely understanding where he was taking the conversation.
"It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, Jaune. We made a mistake." Jaune physically recoiled from her words. "Last night was a mistake, okay?"
"But.. but you're the one that..." He didn't know what to say. She had just basically said he was a mistake, that everything they had the night before shouldn't have happened.
"I know! And it was a mistake." She gripped her shirt uncomfortably. Jaune's confusion finally gave way to anger.
"So you just toyed with my feelings?!" He growled. He wasn't going to let her go without taking some form of responsibility.
"No! I don't know... I didn't mean to..." Her voice was getting quieter. She was looking uncharacteristically small, but Jaune didn't care. He was too blinded by his rage to think anymore. He took a threatening step towards her.
"Well, what if I wanted something more, huh!?" He didn't know where those words came from but, after thinking about it, he realized he meant it. He didn't want their relationship to end on this note. Yang bounced back surprisingly fast, maybe it wasn't so surprising when you consider it was her.
"Don't push your luck! Just because you got me for one night doesn't mean I'm yours!" She matched his step, putting them in each others' face. Her eyes flashed red, warning of a painful future, still Jaune continued.
"If last night was such a mistake, then why are you still here!?" Yang didn't even grace that with an answer, instead she graced his face with her fist. Jaune held his right eye in pain, barely hearing the door slam shut through the ringing in his head. He slid down the bedpost until his knees hit his chest.
"I'm an idiot..." He muttered to the empty space, grimacing at his stupidity. He couldn't tell if he meant arguing with Yang, or thinking he had a chance with her in the first place. Either way, he had messed it all up now.
He slowly put on his clothes, repeating the entire event over and over in his head, regretting his actions more and more, before shutting the door and heading off to find somewhere he could clear his head.
Post-chapter AN: So, here's my first oneshot... is what I would say if it actually was a oneshot. Nope, it'll be two chapters. I was inspired to write this because of All Time Low's song "Don't You Go", so go check that band out if you're into punkish stuff. I think they're actually classified as Pop Punk, but whatever.
Hope you enjoyed, please fav and review if you deem me worthy. Be on the look out for the next/last chapter.
We've got a long 'Svenska är skit' question today: Om du var TVUNGEN att bli huvud karaktären i ett våldsamt tv-spel, du får alla krafter som karaktären har/kommer få, vilket skulle det vara och varför? Candy crush går inte att välja, våld mot folk som spelar det räknas inte.
(If you had to be the main character in a violent video game, you get/will get all the forces that nature has (DD: I think this means you get all the abilities you would get in the game, but I'm not sure how literal the translation is), which would it be and why ? Candy Crush can not be selected, violence against people who play it are not counted.)
Well, assuming I also get put into the game world, I'd want to be the Dragonborn. Being able to learn an ancient language instantly is cool enough, but then you get to use your voice to set things on fire or blow them off cliffs. It's pretty awesome. Plus I've always wanted to travel around Tamriel. Now if I don't get sent to the game world and I have to live my life here, then I'd probably go for James Heller from Prototype 2. This is all assuming my translation was right, of course.
