CHAPTER 2: OBSESSIVE RAGE

It was precisely one hour later that Jaune finally left his dorm, but not before being on the receiving end of a (mostly) one sided kiss that involved an unnecessary amount of tongue action, courtesy of his now officially mentally deranged team mate Lie Rei.

Despite the somewhat disconcerting experience he had run into at the hand of the Mistralian bo… *ahem* girl, It wasn't that bad per se so he didn't deem it necessary to blow it out of proportion by calling it 'traumatizing'… that would just make him a drama queen…

…

…

…

'What am I even saying?! I don't think I've been that terrified in my whole life! Heck, even Glynda wasn't that terrifying that one time I accidentally groped her chest as I tripped on my shoe laces!'

At that particular train of thought, the blond haired boy came to an abrupt stop as he recalled a certain event that took place the previous week. Shaking his head to get rid of that train of thought as well, Jaune resumed his trek to his next class, which if memory served his right was supposed to be Grimm anatomy taught by Professor Peach.

Said blond snorted at that, "Yeah right, the best we're getting is an assignment with details of what to do written on the board and no sign of a professor whatsoever" he mumbled to himself in slight irritation. His aggravation was somewhat understandable, considering the fact that not a single first year even knew what the damned professor looked like talk less of even receiving a lecture from said staff and this was their second semester in Beacon.

Deciding to give up on grumbling at the moment, his mind wandered back to incident that took place in the past hour.

'Something must be very wrong with me if I could forget something as disturbing as Rei promising to kill someone over something that was mutual just because she loves me' Jaune thought with a hint worry.

Did he doubt that Rei would kill Amy?

No he didn't.

Did he care if Amy bit the bullet?

Disturbingly enough, his answer was still a definite and conclusive 'No' and that on its own was enough to make Jaune Arc halt once more.

'What the hell is wrong with me?!' he questioned, practically screaming in his mind.

Before he could begin his attempt at figuring out exactly what was wrong with him, the school speakers blared to life as an announcement was given.

"WOULD JAUNE ARC OF TEAM JNPR PLEASE REPRORT TO GLYNDA GOODWITCH'S OFFICE WITH IMMEDIATE EFFECT"

Jaune, now cut off from his musing, raised an eyebrow before his second eyebrow shot up to join the first leaving him wide eyed as a trickle of cold sweat rolled down his back, "I hope this isn't about what I think it is" he whispered to himself in a tone that wasn't quite worried, but definitely concerned… for himself.

Shrugging a bit stiffly to himself in what he thought was a non committal manner (in all honest it looked less like a shrug and more like him physically bracing himself for the worst) and began trudging towards the terrifying Goodwitch's office.

Maybe if he dragged his feet, he would get there slower.

Glynda's Office:

On the bright side, it took him a solid thirty five minutes and twenty eight seconds to reach the Headmistresses office, and on the down side, he could no longer delay the inevitable.

Seriously! He wasn't looking forward to this!

Taking in a deep long breath, and exhaling with sigh (an action which he was beginning to get a little too acquainted with), he knocked thrice and waited for affirmation to come in, all the while praying to God that he was being called for counseling or something.

A heartbeat later, he got his reply; "… Come in".

Bracing himself once more, Jaune stepped into the office and took a few more steps, stopping only once he was a satisfactory distance away from the combat instructor's desk.

Glynda frowned at the teenage boy that stood a few feet in front of her, "You're late" she stated crisply with a hint of annoyance in her tone.

Jaune could only shrug in response.

Biting back a growl at his seemingly nonchalant attitude, she spoke again, "Sit down Jaune" she commanded in that same tone of voice that made Jaune suspect as he took the offered seat, that she would be the kind of person to enjoy being the dominant one in a relationship…

The blond sighed, 'I really need to check with a counselor or something, my thought process is practically all over the place, and I'm pretty sure some of my thoughts are out of character' he was cut off from his internal musings as Ms. Goodwitch cleared her throat to get his attention.

Sitting up from his slouched posture of the armchair, the Arc awaited what his combat instructor had to say.

"So… how have you been Jaune?" Glynda asked quietly making the Arc fight back a wince as his suspicions were confirmed.

Glynda actually requested (more like demanded) his presence because of that.

It seems that fate was indeed bored today, for misfortune of this sort to hit him twice in one day, there was no other reasonable explanation for this to happen to him again in under two hours.

Swallowing a wad of saliva that had been pooling in his mouth as he felt a sudden dryness in his throat, Jaune shrugged half heartedly as he felt a disturbingly familiar feeling of pure and abject terror wash over him, "Um, I'm okay… I guess" he stated without stuttering much to his surprise.

Glynda frowned a bit before reaching over and grabbing his hand in hers an action that made Jaune feel like an asshole over what he was about to tell her pertaining to the reason she had called him here in the first place.

"Is Cardin bothering you again?" she asked worriedly and he could only shake his head in the negative, not trusting his own words at the moment.

The Goodwitch's frown deepened as she noticed his poor attempt at subtly removing his hand from hers before letting said Knights hand go.

"Well then…" she adjusted her glasses, "… I believe you know why I called you here Jaune" she stated rather than asked.

Said blond rubbed his palms together underneath the table anxiously but regardless maintained his poker face, "Not really, No… does it have something to do with my grades in combat class?" he asked.

The combat instructor's frown evolved into a scowl as she glared at the blond harshly, "Don't fuck with me Jaune! You know exactly why the fuck I called you here!" she hissed at him making him fall of his chair and scoot back a little in fear.

Jaune for perhaps the first time in his life repeated a particular question twice under the space of two hours and thirty minutes…

What. The. Actual. Fuck?!

He didn't say it out loud for obvious reasons though…

Jaune didn't even know that the Glynda Goodwitch could actually talk like that!

Seemingly regaining her composure, the combact instructor adjusted her glasses once more and gained a tinge of pink on her cheeks as realization of her very unusual outburst caught up with her, "Apologies for my outburst Jaune, I've had a very stressful day, please retake your sit" she requested – ordered – in her usual tone of voice.

Jaune stood up a bit cautiously, and with a great amount of care (in case things went south) retook his former position in his chair.

Clearing her throat, Glynda repeated her question, "I repeat my question Jaune, do you know why I called you here?"

Jaune grit his teeth in frustration, "Could you please stop calling me that?" he managed to bite out through grit teeth. Glynda's frown returned, "Jaune…" she started but was cut off as said blond stood to his feet with enough force to send his chair flying back, "I said stop that!" he roared making the woman flinch in surprise, but the Arc wasn't done yet, "Stop calling me by my first name! There can't be anything between us Ms. Goodwitch and you know it, we are just student and teacher and that's all we'll ever be! Me the student, and You the teacher! And. That. I. All!" Jaune finished his tirade panting slightly as he glared at the professor whom had her head down and her emotions hidden from his piercing glare.

"… you can't make that choice for me Jaune" she muttered softly.

The blond scoffed, "Last I checked Ms. Goodwitch, I might be your student, but I also have human rights too" he remarked dryly.

The headmistress stood up from her seat and stared back icily into his sapphire blue eyes, "Jaune… you don't really have a choice".

Jaune sighed in irritation, "Miss Goodwitch…"

That was as far as he got before his limbs locked up and before he could comprehend what was going, he was literally flung to the opposite end of the room with enough force to leave an impression of him on the wall making him gasp in pain as he slid to his knees. Before he could blink away the haze of pain that blanketed his vision with white and filled his ears with a recurring ringing sound, he was lifted off his knees and was yet again flung to the opposite end of the office, this time he came to an abrupt stop mid flight leaving him floating in the air for a few tense seconds before he was promptly slammed into the floor leaving an impression there as well.

Despite the immense pain he was in, Jaune could still hear the sounds of heel clacking before his head was raised to look into blank emerald eyes, "You don't have a choice love, you will have to learn how to call me by my first name from now on…" she licked her lips and a shiver (or was it a tingle?) went up his spine, "… after all, I will be the mother of your children in the future" she whispered on his lips in excitement just as she claimed his lips with hers.

A single thought passed through the blonds mind as his mouth was molested, effectively halting his attempts at struggling as he attempted to figure out what was wrong with him…

'That was kinda hot'

***THE TAST OF OBSESSION***

Amy Rose was notorious throughout the commercial district of Vale (mostly the night clubs) for her ridiculously large sex drive. Armed with thick, shiny black hair, bright green eyes, high cheek bones, a heart shaped face, an hourglass figure and a thick accent reminiscent of those from southern Vale which left many a man fantasizing, her reputation as the 'succubus of the night' was no exaggeration. Considering the additional fact that she took no less than three men with her to her home every night in order for her to even come near sexual satisfaction.

Well that used to be the case until that blond huntsman in training came around a couple of nights ago.

What was his name again?

John? Nope.

Jonah? No.

Jaune? Yeah!

Anyway, Jaune might have been an inexperienced virgin, but with him in her bed, Amy had under gone so many earth shattering orgasms that night and that was the first time that had happened since her first boyfriend.

Showering off the remnants of last nights foursome off her person the twenty nine year old lady considered asking about on the whereabouts of the boy just before she heard the door bell ring making her scowl at the thought of one of the men who participated in the foursome last night possibly forgetting his stuff and her having to leave her hot shower just to see him in and out.

Huffing in irritation, Amy turned off the running water and wrapped a towel a towel around her voluptuous frame, before making her way to the door and yanking it open impatiently.

Coming face to face with one of the guys from last night made her roll her eyes, "Grab your stuff and get out" she deadpanned immediately.

Her irritation soon gave way to horror as she noticed his opened, bloodied chest cavity just as the man dropped to his knees.

Before she could scream, there was a flash of movement behind her making her turn just in time for the wind to be knocked out of her as a fist collided with her gut making her cough up blood before hitting the floor and beginning her futile quest to get air into her lungs.

As she blinked in and out of the realm of consciousness, she managed to catch a glimpse of glazed pink eyes and a single statement…

"I believe you and I need to have a long talk on boundaries slut"

And with that the 'succubus of the night' fell into the realm of unconsciousness.

AN: I am stuck between being irritated and being flattered concerning a certain PM I received regarding this story from a certain fanfiction author in this section. I'm not calling names, but I guess what baffles me the most is the fact that this author is a fairly popular RWBY fanfiction writer (one of his stories does have over 2000 favourites).

Mr. or Miss (You Know Yourself) deemed it fit to accuse me of stepping on his/her toes by writing this story and going further to threaten me by stating that I won't last long here.

My response? Thanks pal, I guess I am a better writer than you after all.

That aside…

Hello Again! Welp, I can say with 100% confidence that I am surprised at how well received this story is, and here I was thinking that my fanfiction career would begin and die in the Percy Jackson section, thanks guys, for proving me wrong.