The leaves around Beacon academy had long since turned from green to orange, as summer slowly turned to fall. On this particularly cool day, Lie Ren found himself standing in the middle of an ever familiar courtyard. The slightly cold air was calm and still around him, allowing a feeling of peace to settle within his chest… It was on days like this that he was almost amazed to see the school standing in one piece again.
It felt like just yesterday that the foundation was brought to its knees and the school had fallen. It felt like barely any time had gone away since then, but then reality would sink in again. Ren could feel how much time had passed, with the healing of every broken bone, pulled muscle, sleepless night- He felt it. He could see it in the obvious age that had settled in his face, and in the faces of his friends and loved ones.
They had all changed in some way or another in the passing of the years, including some old students returning with their children, but there were some things that-
BOOM!
As usual, this peaceful trail of thought only lasted for a few seconds, as it was quickly ended with the sounds of the yelps of several frightened students.
"That's the third time this week!" One student exclaimed.
Several others just cried out, some gripping one or two of their peers by their elbows to help them to their feet again, while others ran in many different directions. A chair from one of the third story classrooms had been tossed from the window, landing amidst the fray, but somehow (luckily?) dodging any and all students.
"What on-"
As if the chair and screaming wasn't bad enough- loud blasts, and soon several rattling desks rained down from the sky like rain fall, with the shake of the building down striking down to its core. Lie Ren cast his eyes toward the building, hands finding his hips as he watched in awe. When the dust began to finally settle, the seconds seemed to count themselves down, awaiting feedback from whichever poor teacher had their classroom viciously destroyed.
"Arc, Wukong, Vasilias! Report to the Headmaster's Office! IMMEDIATELY!" The poor teacher bellowed.
"Some things never change…" Ren mumbled to himself as he turned his back from the damaged building, calling up to the teacher over his shoulder. "Are you alright, sir?"
"I'm fine, just- YOU TOO, LIE!" The teacher's tone went from amused to annoyed in an instance, causing Ren to stop dead in his tracks.
"Of course…" The man groaned with a pang of irritation in his tone, as he turned and redirected himself to the head office instead.
"Do you four have any idea how much damage you have caused?" A coffee mug is slammed onto the desk separating the four teenagers from their headmaster.
The four exchange glances, seemingly exchanging silent answers. Titters and grunts of suppressed laughter followed, ending only when the leader of the four spoke up.
"Um, sir, the amount of damage we caused is well within the school's policy-" The answer was clearly NOT one the older man wants to hear, but it is not wrong either.
"That's true, after Beacon was rebuilt, the curriculum HAD changed… Focusing more on combat rather than paper and pencil work- Though I never agre-…" The Headmaster muttered, wanting to acknowledge where the student was correct, but viening slightly off topic. "HOWEVER! That doesn't mean you can go destroying a classroom!"
"We didn't destroy it...just, er, roughed it up a bit-"
"That's enough out of you, Wukong!" With that, the blonde male shrunk back into his seat., "You all should be considered for expulsion after the amount of stunts you've been pulling lately...I just don't understand-"
"D-er, Mr. Arc, you can't-"
"I'm the Headmaster, Eli! I can and will- Or I would... but instead I'll send you four to see Ms. Rose for your punishments!" The headmaster, one Jaune Arc, stood from his desk, gesturing for the team to stand with him,
"But-" Eli stammered.
"Your mother would be disappointed in you…" Jaune cut off, his gaze casts back to Eli.
'Will you be calling our parents?" The leader, Lie Joan, asked in a soft tone as she glanced up.
"No need," Jaune folds his hands behind his back, eyes leaving the red-head and turning toward the door, "I know your dad will catch your mother up to speed, and we all know how news tends to spread from there."
"Quicker than I can tell her..." Ren's disproving tone suddenly floats into the room, causing everyone to visibly tense up.
"I'm dead, aren't I?" Joan whined, her tone causing her to sound like a younger, more accented version of her mother.
"Perhaps a bit." Ren sighed, though he can't seem to keep the ghosting of a smirk off his face.
He could imagine Nora's delighted face when he tells her of their daughter's recent 'Fight club' meeting. It's the same face she made EVERY TIME their daughter pulled a stunt like this. However, it was still Ren's hope that this "club" wouldn't be a permanent extra curriculum in their beloved daughter's school years.
"Guys...this might be a crazy thought here, but, maybe we should- ya know… Disband 'fight club'?" The third member of the team, Uzziah Wukong, mutters while he shuffles past Ms. Ruby Rose's desk, grabbing a sucker and detention slip as he passes.
"Disband fight club!? How else would I get my favorite nieces and nephews to visit me!?" Ruby jumps from her chair, "I mean- see you four in detention…?"
"You know you love us!" Eli laughed as the raven-haired woman gives a short wave, idly reaching into her desk to refill the candy dish,
"See ya, Aunt Ruby!" The final member, Liesbet Vasilias , called back, laughing happily as the group files out of the office, only to quickly turn serious. "Anyway, we can't just 'disband'! We have to leave our mark, remember?"
"Yeah, I guess, but all we've accomplished so far is six detentions in one month!" Uzziah retorts, folding his hands behind his neck, "And, no offense, but I'm really getting sick of seeing Eli's dad…"
"Slight offence…" The redheaded Arc groaned, running a hand over his slightly chubby face, "But I agree with you. He keeps trying to guilt trip me with mom, and it's really-"
"Guys, if Team JEUL is gonna go down in history as the team with the most detentions, then so be it! We got a rep to keep, people!" Joan throws her arms above her head, causing the rest of her team to turn to face her, "That...sounded better in my head…"
"And my mom is a huge fan of ours, " Liesbet ran tentative fingers through her blonde hair, as she usually did whenever she wasn't fully invested in a thought.
"Yeah! With Yang Vasilias as our sponsor, there's no way we can get expelled for this!" Joan chirped. "I forgot all about that!"
"But with Captain Hardass in business..." Uzziah cut in, "There's no way we can keep this up…"
"Would ya stop making up names for him?" Eli huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest, a scowl fixing on his face. "Sure, he probably knows every trick in the book, but-"
"Actually…" Joan turns her eyes toward the floor, " Commander Dick-Von-Ass-Hat seems pretty fitting."
"Or President No-Fun-Time." Liesbet reminded, jumping back into the conversation now that hair hair was tangle-free.
A slew of laughter that followed, which in no way helped to quell young Eli's ever growing anger.
"Alright, alright, SHUT UP!" The male's fists clenched, jaw setting has he walked past his teammates.
"Oh, come on, Arc! Don't be such a Corprol Dick-Von-Ass-Hat!" Uzziah took a step forward, though he knew better than to follow his teammate. Joan's face fell, watching her partner stalk off toward their dorm.
"Guys...maybe we should chill for a while...just until things calm down…" Liesbet sighed, putting both hands on Joan's shoulders in a 'settle' type way.
"Let the "Corporal" go. He'll be fine by detention tonight…"
And with that, the remaining three members of Team Juel set off toward the dorms, a silence settling over them as they walked, ignoring the sudden cold wafting in through the hallways from the outside.
A/N: A little Future AU I decided to work on over break. A big shout-out to PurpleDragon6 for being my beta reader and for all of you who stick around for this emotion-coaster.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.