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Hello, again. I know I have been silent for a long time without posting anything, but I have some good news: Black blood huntsman chapter 5 in 6000 words long but still not complete, I am aiming for typing 10,000 words. I'm halfway there already, I just need to finish it.

Now for my actual authors' notes

Hello people of I am writing my first official RWBY fanfiction, yay. Anyways the story came to me when I pondered on Yang's weapons ember cilica. But let me tell you, it took a while for me to fully cook this story up, but I did it. So hi I'm WOTLS and this is my first non crossover story, I have a poll up currently on my account. I have two other stories: Black blood huntsman, and cold servos.

New story and new idea, now then.

On with the show

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It was a regular day at the prestigious academy known as beacon. A place where teenagers train to be the protectors of the four kingdoms: Vale, Vacuo, Atlas, and mistral. There are academies within these kingdoms where the huntresses and huntsmen in training go to hone in their craft.

There is one boy who had gotten into the prestigious academy, Beacon, with having no real skill in fighting. This boy's name is Jaune arc. The brother of seven sisters and residential goof of Beacon. How he is still alive today is still a question that many of his peers ask themselves. He shouldn't be alive, he should have died multiple times, but somehow he survived it all without even a scratch.

Let's go to the arena inside the academy.

In the arena during combat class Jaune arc was getting his ass kicked by Yang Xiao Long, the exuberant blonde with the unholy power to make bad puns.

Jaune charged at Yang with his sword in both hands ready to slice that taunting smirk off her face, it was just so fucking annoying, it was annoying for two reasons: one he knew that Yang could have beaten him and won the match at any time. And two he had made the dumb mistake of betting a favor. The bet was simple: if he won, Yang would stop calling him 'vomit-boy' that insufferable nickname was the bane of his existence. However, if Yang won the fight, he would have to do her a favor.

That was the real kicker, he had to do her a favor, whatever it was, and that was why he was desperate to win the fight, because of the unknown factor. But knowing Yang, you just knew that it would lead to nothing good if you lost. No it wouldn't be anything good for you. And what was worse was that fate hated him. No Jaune isn't allowed to be a normal teenager, no, Jaune has to go through hell. No because apparently Monty Oum didn't want him to have fun in life, no he wanted him to get ravaged over and over again until his body is a pulp for beowolves to feed off of.

Jaune closed the distance between himself and Yang, going for a multitude of stabs at her head.

Yang redirected and slapped away Jaune's sword, getting him angrier, her plan was going all according to plan. She just needed to wait for the opening she needed, and Jaune didn't disappoint, so she took her chance.

Yang grabbed Jaunes' arm, with her left hand and gave one mighty tug, causing him to stumble forward allowing her to pull him into a punch aimed at his face, and it landed on Yang's preferred target; his face.

Jaune felt as if he had been hit by a truck, in the moment of that punch, time seemed to slow down to the speed of molasses, and he realized two things. One; he just lost the fight. Two; he just lost the bet, and now he had to do whatever Yang. Just great. 'just fucking fantabulous, nice going Jaune, you succeeded in getting yourself ensnared in Yang's fucked up clutches full of bad puns and narcissism.' He berated himself inwardly.

Jaune's aura meter dropped into the red, causing the arena to shut down and cancel the simulation.

"The winner of the fight is, Yang Xiao Long." Glynda said unknowingly sealing Jaune's fate.

Yang turned to where Jaune was when she knocked him down only to see him run faster that she thought he could, right out the door.

Fifteen minutes after the very one-sided fight.

After fifteen minutes of searching for Jaune, Yang had found him hiding under his bed, he looked like a scared little kid who just had seen something extremely fucked up.

'Ohhh the possibilities~' Yang thought as she forcefully dragged Jaune out from under his bed, getting screams of protest from her friend.

"Jaune, what was it you said about the arc family and keeping their promises." Yang said with a shit eating grin.

Jaune sighed. "An arc never…" he mumbled the least part.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, could you repeat that again please." Yang said with a mischievous grin that spoke of nothing but trouble.

"I said; An arc never goes back on their word!" Jaune shouted, earning a look of amusement from yang.

Now Jaune, I told you to never doubt the master of bet winning." Yang said barely containing her laughter.

"I didn't doubt the master of bet winning: I doubted you." Jaune said, causing Yang to break out into a fit of laughter. 'She really has that bad of a sense of humor?' Jaune sweat-dropped.

5 minutes of Yang uncontrollable laughing later.

Jaune couldn't understand how someone could laugh as long as Yang had been, it didn't make sense. But the real question was: when did comedy ever under any circumstances make sense.

Eventually Yang's laughter died down and she talked to Jaune for about thirty seconds.

"So, Jaune, the only thing that the 'favor entails, is you helping me test out ember cilica to make sure my new modification that I and Ruby made works." She stated. 'oh this almost too easy, you will soon be mine Jaune. Oh so very soon.'

Yang grabbed Jaune's arm and started to drag him across the hall to her team's dorm room and threw Jaune into it before she shut and locked the door. Sealing Jaune's fate behind doors.

"so Jaune…you're probably wondering 'Yang, why am I here, and what am I going to have to do?' I expect you to say that again." She said cheekily.

'You told me what you wanted me for already, when we were across the fucking hallway!' Jaune screamed internally. Jaune sighed and repeated the words "Yang, why am I here, and what am I going to have to do?" he said.

"I'm so glad you asked, Jaune. You are going to help me test out my new modification." Yang said readying ember cilica, she then proceeded to get ready by putting her hands in front of her as if to shove him away. "Jaune, punch both my hands as hard as you can with both of your hands, at the same time."

Jaune nodded before rushing forward and punching Yang's palms only to have Yang grab his fists and say two words "secondary function."

Then suddenly Jaune heard whirring of a small engine and mechanisms shifting, he looked at ember cilica and saw that it was the very weapon he was looking at that was making the noise it was transforming.

Ember cilica shifted its' plates and encased Jaune's hands in its' metal before leaving Yang's hands and leached onto Jaune's. and then a powerful magnetic burst forced jaunes hands connect at the wrist, like a pair of handcuffs.

"Okay Yang, is that all you wanted to test?" eager to get out of his handcuffs, feeling as if he were in danger.

"Nope!" Yang exclaimed pushing Jaune to the ground and pinning him to the ground. "You're going to be all mine now. You knew this was eventually going to happen." Yang said holding a struggling Jaune in place with her gloved hands.

She loved it when her pray struggled, it made the victory just that more exciting, and it was a major turn on for her.

"Relax, Jaune. It'll be over in about two hours." She said "Well maybe 2wo and a half, I don't know, until I'm satisfiyed." Yang said tearing Jaune's clothes off exposing his bare chest. "it'll be over ver soon." She said the last part seductively.

Meanwhile in Ozpin's office

Ozpin had been watching the whole event transpire between Jaune and Yang and by the end of it, he had filled his empty coffee mug with his blood via nosebleed.

Glynda walked into his office looking exhausted.

"Hello Glynda, to what do I owe the fine pleasure?" He said regaining his professional composure.

"What do you mean by 'to what do I owe the fine pleasure', Ozpin, we made plans for tonight." Glynda said. In return Ozpin did a great impression of a gold fish.

"Our date, you dork!" Glynda said somewhat annoyed that Ozpin had forgotten.

"ah yes, now I remember." He said walking off to his room forgetting to close out of his tabs of security cameras.

It was when Glynda heard moaning that she walked over to Ozpin's desk and found his tablet with interesting 'content'. She could totally black-mail him with this. She could get anything she wanted out of him.

"professor Ozpin, could you please come here for a minute, please." She stated more like a command than a question.

Ozpin walked into the room to see Glynda holding his tablet with a sinister grin on her face.

He gulped.

"so Ozpin, this is how it's going to work: after our date, you and I are going to come back her, so I can get some stress relief. Do you understand?" All Ozpin could do was just stare in utted shock, slack jawed at what was happening to him. He the headmaster of beacon, was getting black-mailed into sex. Although he couldn't complain.

"shall we." Glynda said holding out her arm, Ozpin chose to swallow his pride, and took Glyndas' arm, walking out the door Ozpin realized something.

'Shit, I need to turn off my tablet, oh wait, it turns off eventually, what am I worrying about.' He mentally sighed.

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Hello, I wrote this in one day, and I'll admit it was just an idea, and it didn't turn out how I wanted it to, but, eh. I've learned to accept disappointment, and take it with stride.

Announcement, 7000 words in black blood huntsman so far.

Hope you enjoyed, review, favorite etc.

I am Writerofthelostsoul, and I will see you all next time.

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Omake

"Achoo." Pyrrha sneezed. Looking up at the sky she said four words "There is a disturbance in the shipping force."

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See all you guys later until next time.

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