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The Dragon and The Dork Knight.
Chapter 1.
Jaune Arc: An ambitious but caring young man, and a perfect gentleman to boot! Born into a family known for its history of producing great warriors in times of strife and of peace. The brother of seven sisters, five of them older and two younger. Jaune had spent his childhood playing games with his sisters and listening to tales of the exploits of his ancestors. He epitomized kindness, love, and patience.
Yang Xiao Long: The flirtatious blonde brawler whose half sister was the prodigious Ruby Rose. Her flippant attitude hiding a childhood filled with loneliness stemming from her biological mother abandoning her and her father, Taiyang, only weeks after her birth. Yang had practically raised her sister after her father's second wife, Ruby's mother, died sending Taiyang into a downward spiral the he almost didn't come back from.
Who would have thought these two very different blondes would fall in love with each other?
Jaune Arc awoke to a cold, grey morning. Now thirty-one, he regretted nothing about his life. He was happily married to the gorgeous Yang Xiao Long, who loved him as much as he loved her. At twenty-three he and Yang had retired from the Hunter life to take care of their now eight-year-old daughter, Saffron Arc.
Jaune looked to his right he saw his wife of ten years still deep in slumber. As he leaned back and placed his head against his pillow he turned on to his side to face Yang. He wrapped his arms around her and heard her mumble in her sleep. This brought a smile to his face. He began to drift back to sleep, and as he did he thought about his younger days.
By Oum, this'll be quite the story!
14 years prior:
Jaune hated airships, he really hated airships. The Bullhead he and the other to-be Beacon students were on shifted beneath their feet. If Jaune didn't suffer from motion sickness this wouldn't be a problem, but he did, so it was. The Arc boy had purposefully sat as close to the trashcan in the back as he could so he wouldn't vomit on anyone.
It had been going well, until a the crew member who must have been in charge of keeping the Bullhead clean had taken the trashcan Jaune was using. He was almost certain that he had emptied his stomach and wasn't about to vomit again. But then disaster struck.
Jaune had made the mistake of looking out one of the airship's windows after a holographic projection of Glynda Goodwitch had appeared and stated that they were nearing Beacon Academy. Jaune had managed to distract himself and ignore the Bullhead shifting beneath him. But looking out the window had proved to be a really stupid idea. He felt the bile rising in this throat.
Jaune suddenly remembered that there was a second trash can near the front of the Bullhead. He stood up with his hands over his mouth and stumbled towards the entrance of the airship. He passed a shorter girl with orange hair who stood next to a taller boy with black hair that was pulled into a ponytail that reached his lower back.
"Hey Ren, did you see that blond guy? He didn't look so good, do you think he's alright? Ooh! Do you think he'll puke!?" The orange haired girl energeticly asked her taller companion.
"I'm sure he'll be fine in a minute, Nora. It looked like he was just experiencing motion sickness." The raven haired boy deadpanned, ignoring the last part of his friend's question.
Jaune didn't stop to tell the boy how right he was. He kept stumbling forward, attempting to keep the vomit from escaping and soiling someone's clothes. As he lurched forward the front of the airship he saw a blonde girl with hair longer than that of the boy he'd passed a minute ago. Said blonde girl was talking to a girl with shoulder-length black hair that transitioned to red at the tips. He heard the blonde saying something to the shorter girl, but he didn't pay attention. It was rude to eavesdrop, that and he was too focused on the trash can few feet away from him to comprehend what was said.
The trash can was practically calling out to him. 'Come, empty the contents of your stomach into me.' It seemed to becon to him.
He was so close! All he had to do was move forward a few feet and he would me there.
But of course, his luck was awful: Jaune tripped over his own feet. For a moment that seemed to stretch out for an eternity he wobbled in place, then the Bullhead shifted. Jaune then fell to the left, just in front of the two girls he had started to move past. The fall was too much for poor, poor Jaune. He puked up his breakfast and lunch. By some miracle Jaune didn't get anything that had exited his stomach on himself, but the blonde girl wasn't so lucky. The tip of her left combat boot had a large splotch of Jaune's vomit on the brown leather, but she didn't seem to notice. Jaune silently prayed to Oum that she wouldn't see it until he put distance between himself and her, then the short girl pointed it out.
"Oh, Yang, gross! You have puke on your shoe!" She exclaimed.
The blonde girl, Yang, looked down at her boot. When she saw the puke in question she growled. Jaune wasn't sure if it was an angry growl, or one of annoyance. Either way Jaune was afraid, the scary blonde girl standing in front of him was obviously much stronger than him- her defined biceps said so. Before anything bad could happen the Bullhead gently banked to the right, signaling that the airship had docked at Beacon. Jaune quickly scrambled to his feet, only to be swept away by the crowd of to-be students.
After being moved by the crowd Jaune decided to go with the flow, turning toward the exit and walking forward. When Jaune reached the door he suddenly felt another wave of nausea. He dashed through the door and hunched over a nearby trash can.
'How is my stomach not empty yet!?' Jaune thought to himself in dismay as he puked for the fifth time that morning. 'This is ridiculous! Stupid motion sickness.' He griped silently. After a full minute and a half he finally stopped heaving.
"Oh, thank Oum!" Jaune said aloud. Jaune had started to turn around when he heard a particularly loud explosion, but by the time he had fully turned around the explosion had faded from view.
"That can't be good..." Jaune mused aloud. 'What if someone got hurt?' He thought to himself.
Jaune started walking at a brisk pace toward the source of the explosion. When he finally reached the courtyard he saw a girl dressed in red and black laying on the ground, looking utterly defeated. She looked kinda familiar, but he couldn't place it, so he put it out of his mind. Jaune walked up to the girl and held out his hand.
"Hey. I'm Jaune. You looked like you could use some help." He said to the girl.
"I'm Ruby." She said, taking his hand. Once she was on her feet she looked at him quizzically. "Aren't you the guy that threw up on the ship?" She asked.
Jaune groaned. "I was hoping no one would remember that." He said.
Ruby giggled, and smiled at him. He smiled back, glad to be getting along with a stranger.
They began to walk down the courtyard, toward the entrance hall, conversing as they went.
"All I'm saying is that motion sickness is a much more problem than people let on!" Jaune exclaimed.
Ruby chuckled. "Look, I"m sorry! Vomit Boy was the first thing that came to mind." She said with a smile.
"Oh, yeah?" Jaune said. "What if I called you Crater Face?" He declared playfully.
"Hey!" She exclaimed. "That explosion was an accident!" She explained.
"Well, the name's Jaune Arc!" Jaune declared with pride. "Short, sweet, rolls off the tounge... Ladies love it!" He said.
"Do they?" Ruby asked skeptically.
That caught him off-guard. "They will! Well, I-I hope they will. My mom always says that... Never mind." He said nervously.
Ruby chuckled again. For a moment there was an awkard silence before she spoke up again.
"So... I got this thing!" She said, pulling out a block of red metal with black accents. She spun it around in her hand and it expanded in to a large scythe- the blade of which she stabbed into the ground, startling Jaune.
Jaune jumped back a few feet. "Whoa! Is that a scythe?" He asked.
"It's also a customizable high-impact sniper rifle!" Ruby proudly explained, cocking back the bolt and smiling.
"That's cool!" Jaune exclaimed. "What's her name?" He asked.
"I named her Crescent Rose." Ruby said, looking at him. She was glad to have met someone who understood the sacred connection between a Hunter and their weapon. "So what've you got?" She asked.
"Oh! I, uh..." Jaune started. "I got this sword! Her name is Crocea Mors." He said, pulling his grandfather's arming sword from it's sheath.
"Ooooohh!" She said while marvelling at the white steel the sword was made of.
"Yeah, and I've got a shield, too!" Jaune said as he attached the sheath to his arm. The sheath expanded into a heater shield with the Arc family crest on the front as he raised his arm.
Ruby reached out to touch the shield. "So, what do they do?" She asked, wanting more information.
The poorly fastened shield/sheath fell off of Jaune's arm. When Jaune reached his now free arm under the falling shield it retracted back into a sheath. He fumbled with the shield for a moment, it expanded again before retracting into the sheath form again. After Jaune finally caught it he reattached it to his belt.
"The shield gets smaller, so when I get tired of carrying it, I can just... put it away..." Jaune explained sheepishly, embarassed by his bumble.
"But... wouldn't it weigh the same?"
"It does, but it's more for convenience." Jaune elaborated.
Ruby giggled a second time. "Well, I'm kind of a dork when it comes to weapons, sooo... I guess I did go a little overboard when designing it." She admitted.
Jaune was taken aback. "Wait - you made that?!" He questioned in awe.
"Of course! All students at Signal forge their own weapons!" Ruby explained. Didn't you make yours?" She asked.
"It's a hand-me-down." Jaune said. "My great-great-grandfather used it to fight in the war."
"Sounds more like a family heirloom to me!" Ruby laughed. "Well, I like it! Not many people have an appreciation for the classics these days." She stated.
Jaune sheathed his sword. "Yeah, the classics..." He said.
"So why'd you help me out back there? In the courtyard?" Ruby asked innocently.
The two began to walk again towards the entrance hall again.
"Eh, why not? My mom always says, 'Strangers are just friends you haven't met yet.'" Jaune quoted, smiling.
"Hmm." Ruby said, looking around "Hey, where are we going?" She asked.
"I think we're headed towards the entance hall." Jaune said.
Post-Chapter Author's Note: I started writing this fic because I felt bad that my continuation of 'My Chair and The New Year's Promise' is on an indefinite hiatus, and I wanted to give you all another to Jaune X Yang fic as a substitute. The reason for the hiatus is the tablet I had been writing it on broke. I'm trying my hardest to recover the file, but so far I haven't had any luck. Before you ask, I was writing it on a tablet so I could write when I had free time. I was recently given a little notebook PC from 2003, and have been writing on that.
Yes, Jaune is slightly OOC. Please don't heckle me about it, I just can't stand how dense he is in canon. Don't worry, he's still Jaune, just slightly less dense.
-Updated Post-Chapter Author's Note: After going back and making revisions I remembered that there's already a character named Amber in RWBY, so after a few minutes of researching names I changed the name of Jaune and Yang's daughter to Saffron, to avoid confusion. -
~Adieu, for now.