Hello Internet, I'm back again with another RWBY fanfic. This one I plan on making into a series and I think I have a good direction for it, but still feel free to leave reviews on how I can improve or if you have any good ideas, I will be sure to look at them. Also you're probably sick of this, but please remember that if you liked this story be sure to follow and fav. I should probably just get to the story now. Let the story, COMMENCE!
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or their characters. Rooster Teeth does. Also, italics means thought.
Yang gave her advice, but Jaune still hasn't caught on yet. She tried everything that Yang suggested, but Jaune was a blind as a bat. Pyrrha, feeling discouraged, agreed to one, final meeting with the blonde brawler to try and catch that oblivious boy.
"Yang, what makes you think this will actually work? All of your previous plans failed."
"Trust me, Pyrrha. This will work." They were meeting a back corner of the library where they are alone, except for a certain cat faunus, but she was too engrossed in her book to notice them. Yang then went over the details of the plan. Pyrrha pretty much expected this kind of thing from Yang, but she thought that this might actually work. After they were done talking, Pyrrha wandered back to her dorm, while Yang stayed to try and get that cat faunus to play with her. As Pyrrha got back to her empty dorm, she sat on her bed and took a deep breath. All I have to do is message him on my scroll to come meet me at the dorm. Why am I still nervous about this? Once Pyrrha composed herself, she messaged the blondie to meet her at the dorm. Pyrrha never considered herself to be an actress, but then again, she never had fallen for someone before like this. Once when she heard Jaune's footsteps approaching, she worked up the tears.
"Pyrrha, what did yo-" Jaune said as he walked in and saw the crying redhead. "Pyrrha, are you okay? What's wrong?"
"I-I . . .." she stumbled. Jaune then sat next to Pyrrha on the bed. At this, Pyrrha seized the opportunity to lean on his shoulder.
"I can't d-deal with this." And with that she broke down in another set of fake sobs.
Jaune, buying into the redhead's act said, "It's okay. Take all the time you need to explain." The two then just sat there for a little while. Jaune continuing to stroke Pyrrha's hair in a comforting way, and Pyrrha thinking about what she could say to keep this act up.
" W-Well, for starters . . .." Pyrrha said finally breaking the silence, " My grandmother recently passed, and we were really close,"
"Oh,"
" I still have to do those essays for Port's class,"
"I could help you with those." and with that, Pyrrha looked up and gave Jaune a look. "Okay maybe not, but I could find someone to help you." he replied, hands in the air.
"And to top everything off, the guy I like doesn't even really notice all of my hints." With that, Pyrrha cursed herself mentally. She didn't mean to say that, but while complaining about fake events (her essays were already done before he assigned them) she accidentally let loose the one thing really bothering her.
"Well, who is it?" The blonde boy asked.
"Well, I, uh . . ." Pyrrha stumbled while trying to think of how to change the subject.
"You should tell me who this jerk is so I can beat them up for not noticing you." At this, the door opened and an unusually loud voice said, "Oh please, Jaune you couldn't even take the stationary training dummies." As soon as Nora noticed the current situation, she immediately said, "It's fine, I don't need my scroll. Ren, let's go for a walk." as she walked out.
"But we just went for a walk." said a whipped Ren. As the pair's voices faded down the hallway, Pyrrha chuckled at the two of them and Nora's comment, while Jaune just blushed.
"Well, I guess I will just have to have a stern talk with them."
Pyrrha laughed some more, but then she hardened as she remembered her current situation.
"Jaune, you wouldn't have a stern talk with this person."
"Really, then tell me who it is."
"Well, Jaune you see . . .," Pyrrha was at a lost for words her, "Jaune?"
"Yea?"
"If you wanted to beat them up, you would have to punch yourself in the face." The two of them laughed at this, but then Jaune stopped suddenly because he realized what she meant.
"You mean, . . . I'm that jerk?"
"Yes."
"How l-" but Jaune was interrupted by the soft feeling of the redhead's lips touching his as she engaged in the kiss with full passion. This is how Jaune knew she was serious about this, so he retaliated with his own fiery passion to show her that he wanted this too, but it was short-lived.
"So, Jaune? What does this make us?"
"Whatever you want us to be, Pyrrha Nikos."
Lunch The Next Day
Ruby noticed something odd. Both Jaune and Pyrrha were eating their meals with only one hand. Not to mention that their other arms seemed almost like they were holding hands under the table . . ., but of course, she wasn't the only one to notice and, of course, the only one to say anything was Yang.
"Is it really that cold in here?" Yang asked to no one in particular.
"It seems fine to me." Pyrrha replied.
"Oh, I was just wonder because you and mister blonde over there are pretty close." which was accompanied by the usual, and trademark, Yang wink.
"Oh, I, uh . . ." was all Jaune could muster until the other blunt person of the group spoke.
"Listen, we all know. It not really a secret." said Nora.
"In fact, we all knew about this before you." said Ren.
"What?" asked a confused blondie.
"We all knew Pyrrha liked you even before you knew." said and agitated Weiss, "Her hints were not very subtle."
"Hints? What hints?"
"You never noticed all of those times she would purposely move closer to you?" said, for once, Blake
"Or all of those times she would wear your sweatshirts?" asked Ren.
"I just thought she got cold easy."
"Tell me Jaune, in your private practicing sessions, did Pyrrha ever have you practice grappling." said Yang
"Yea, I guess."
"From behind, and in front?"
"Yea." replied Jaune, more hesitant than ever.
"One more thing, did she ever have you grab her from the waist? Or maybe below the waist?" At this Pyrrha was the color of her hair but Jaune still didn't understand.
"What about all the times Pyrrha would purposefully eat a popsicle in front of you? And use her tongue?" continued Yang, obviously trying to imply something, but Jaune didn't understand
"I just thought she liked popsicles."
"I actually hate them." Pyrrha pointed out.
"Then why did you eat them?"
"Because that's what Yang said to do." The whole table turned to the brawler as she chuckled.
"Listen, Pyrrha came to me desperate for help, so I basically hooked them up."
"Like a love doctor?" asked Nora.
"Exactly."
"I still don't get what Yang had to do with this." said a confused Jaune.
"Don't you get it you dolt?! Yang gave her tips on how to drop hints for you to catch on to." Weiss said with a little anger behind it.
"Hints?" At this Weiss blew up.
"She would sit closer to you because she likes you! She would wear your sweatshirts because that's a way to get your attention and because she likes you! She has you grapple her because she wants you to touch her because she likes you!" At this point the whole cafeteria turned towards their table and, more specifically, to the standing, screaming Weiss and the red-as-a-tomato Pyrrha. Weiss then sat down and began to angrily stab at her food once more. Everyone sat in silence for a while until it was broken once more.
"Wait," said a certain scythe-wielder, "Weiss explained the everything except the popsicles. What does that have to do with Jaune and Pyrrha?"
"Oh, well you see Ruby, th-" Nora never got to finish what she was going to say because Yang threw mashed potatoes at her to stop her from talking. The force from the potatoes sent Nora off her chair.
"It means nothing, Ruby. You don't need to worry about it." Everyone else at the table was blushing because they all knew. However, Ruby never got the chance to respond as Yang's actions against Nora started up their second food fight of this year. Once again, Team RWBY and Team JNPR were the only two who survived, as they were the most use to this. From across the room, Yang saw Jaune and Pyrrha embraced in each other's arms.
You know what, maybe I am a love doctor. Yang Xiao Long, huntress by day, love doctor by night. And with that, Yang threw herself back into the fray, ready to assert Team RWBY's dominance in food fights, because these were just too common for them.
So I know this story is suppose to be about Yang, and that this chapter was mainly Arkos focused. Don't worry though, I'll clean it up for the next chapter. Again, (and I'm very sorry about this) fav, follow, review blah blah blah. Anyway, from all of the little voices in my head, I'm thathuankid and you stay classy Internet viewers