Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I was not expecting this. Repeat: I was NOT expecting this! I'm gone for like a day, and I come back to see that this little guy has EXPLODED into popularity! Okay, it's not the MOST popular thing out there, far from it actually, but it definitely picked up a fair amount of attention in such little time when compared to most of my other works. Basically, I'm not used to this much praise all at once. It's kind of intimidating XD I've been in the fanfiction community for three or four years now, and yet I still feel like a little noob compared to just about everyone else...
So... Yeah, no pressure. Just everyone expecting a perfect story out of me... No problem...not...at...all ;-;
Um...I'll be fine. I have my own little team I can turn to if I ever dig myself a grave, but then again... They're idiots. Damn.
ENJOY THE CHAPTER WHILE I TRY TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN!
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She had been watching the boy for the past twenty minutes now.
She could already tell what kind of guy he was. Young, looking fresh out of high school, tall, dorky, messy blonde hair...
Textbook definition of a total loser.
And she loved it.
To her, it was the nervous wrecks that were the funnest to mess around with. They would never see her coming, they would break at the slightest twitch from her lips, they would faint at even the briefest glance of the valley between her breasts. Hell, she could probably touch the guy's arm right now and he'd cum in his pants.
Oh, how little miss Neo loved being in control.
It was because of this..interest...that she was hanging out in Junior's club instead of participating in another one of Roman's dust robberies. Not that she didn't enjoy working with the stylish criminal, in many ways his company was actually...somewhat enjoyable. Mostly because he, along with every single one of his goons, knew Neo was the one who was really in charge.
If she truly had the desire to do it, Neo could slaughter Roman and all of his men at the drop of a hat. But that would be a waste... Roman was too useful to her, and she was too useful to him. It was a perfect partnership, they balanced each other out beautifully, kept the other from going off the deep end.
Neo frowned.
Well... Almost perfect.
Roman was horrendous in the bedroom.
She didn't mean it as an insult or anything like that, she was certain his drive could bring ecstasy to any woman he could get his hands on. Any woman, except Neo. He was too demanding, he loved being the dominant. He loved a woman choking on his length, not a woman teasing it.
Which is what Neo would've done had Roman complied. It was Neo who dominated in bed, not Roman or anyone else!
So...one could say that she and Roman needed some space at the moment, hence why she chose not to help him out with his latest heist. So here she was, sipping some unknown alcohol that one of Junior's thugs had delivered to her. She normally would've preferred a bowl of delicious ice cream, but unfortunately Junior had told her that he was out of stock.
The only thing that stopped her from killing the fool was his promise to give her the next stock entirely as well as the ice cream truck that it would be delivered in.
Oh how fun it was being feared by these meat-heads.
She took another sip of the yellowish drink as she stared at the boy Junior was currently serving. His shoulders were heavily slumped, no doubt he was either drunk off his ass or in a pretty big pile of depression. She hoped it was the former, it would make things a whole lot easier.
Oh well... Downing the rest of her drink, Neo stood up and slowly crept towards her target, looking forward to a fun night with the kid. A cat-like grin emerged from her small lips as she sat down next to him, her hand stealthily inching closer towards his, almost laughing at the thought of some awkward teenager stumbling and blushing at the mere touch of someone of the opposite sex.
No one would ever be able to tell if she was just horny or psychotic. It was kind of hard to tell when she was mute.
She was almost there when she froze at a peculiar sound. Raising an eyebrow, she took a closer look at her target's youthful face. Was he...was he crying? Neo rolled her eyes. Great...so it was depression. And here she was hoping she could have a good time. Still, since she was already right next to him she figured she could at least try to figure out what got him acting so gloomy. After all, it was a personal life lesson of Neo's that one should always keep a smile on his or her face, no matter the situation.
Of course this life lesson always cause people to run away in fear whenever she killed with a charming grin... But that probably didn't matter at the moment.
Probably.
She noted that his eyes were bloodshot, yet tears still ran down his cheeks. Okay, so she could guess that he has been like this for awhile. Neo's brown and pink eyes drifted down to the glass of...something...he held- no... Practically clutched in his right hand. She watched closely as he gulped down the burning liquid in one go, and she couldn't help but admire that. He actually could hold a drink, not many people like him could. However, the moment was gone when she saw him slam his fist down onto the counter top, his shoulders shaking as he let out choked sobs.
"Goddammit...Goddammit...Goddammit..." he chanted under his breath, earning a rare twinge of sympathy from Neo. Yeah, she knew people got depressed, but... She never expected that a guy would be so down in the dumps that he'd openly start weeping in public. For a moment Neo thought she should wrap her arms around him, and find a way to tell him that whether he liked it or not, the world was cruel and the best he could do was keep moving forward.
Of course, it was only for a moment...
Sighing, she knew it could possibly damage her reputation if she was seen sitting here with some tear-stained mess, but then again she felt like she had to at least do something. Neo silently listed off some possible options. 'I could talk to him...' She thought, but then remembered that she technically couldn't talk. 'I could order him another drink, maybe I could...' Her signature smirk reappeared on her face. 'Heh...I think that might work...'
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How long has it been? About...a month and a half, if Jaune really had to guess. Yeah, that sounded about right. A month and a half since he had been forced to leave behind such a good and promising life. A month and a fucking half since he was expelled and here he was losing already losing all his dignity and shit he had left. He wondered to himself what had got him into the position he was currently in: drinking in some shady criminal hideout and losing himself to whatever he could find.
After all, he promised his team he would visit them.
'Former team,' he reminded himself bitterly.
They were better off without him, he had decided. They would be horrified, they would be disgusted by how he was living his life. On the streets, eating out of the trash or whatever he could find. Working in petty crime and prostitution (yeah, he said it... Prostitution) just to make a quick few bucks. Only to spend it on useless bullshit like a night drinking at Junior's. Yeah, his life was total shit right now.
He could only really hope that Pyrrha could forgive him, although he knew it would likely never happen.
He hadn't returned home like everyone thought he had. During the ride in the bullhead a month and a half ago, he was alone with his thoughts just long enough to realize that he couldn't go back home. Not when he had been expelled. That would've proved them right, that he couldn't accomplish his stupid dream. That he was worthless, that he should've never enrolled.
He knew that returning home would just bring more shame to the Arc family than he had already offered. So, he somehow managed to convince the pilot to drop him off in the middle of Vale, and then he ran. He ran away from his problems like a coward, foolishly leaving his luggage behind without a second thought.
Of course he eventually realized that running had been a horrible choice too, that he should've gone home and faced the consequences. But no matter how much he wished he could reverse time, he had made his decision. And by the time he had realized his stupid slip-up, it was by far too late.
He was in too deep.
He couldn't get any real job, not even a part time one. He had no experience, no skills, no knowledge of a resume. Sure, he had tried to get jobs, but no matter what he attempted to woo his would-be employers, no one would even spare him a second glance as he was ordered away.
It wasn't until a mugger offered to share some of his 'prizes' with Jaune that the former knight realized that in this hell-hole he was forced to call home, he had to be willing to do anything and everything to get by.
And so that's what he did. He did anything he could just to get a scrap of food, warmth, clothing...
He was only thankful that he never had to kill anyone. At least, not yet...
He shuddered at the very thought of murder.
But something like prostitution... Yeah, that was something he had done. He hated it. He hated the hungry looks both men and women gave him, he hated how he was treated because of the 'profession'. If he were a faunus, he probably would've joined the White Fang without a second thought.
He couldn't help it at that point as he gulped down the rest of his 'drink'. It burned, sizzling down his throat and into his shriveled stomach. How long has it been since he had a semi-decent meal? Three days, and that was a small hamburger from some dinky fast food joint.
He couldn't help it when he began tearing up again, and before he knew it he was sobbing. "Goddammit...Goddammit...Goddammit..." He murmured through his hiccups. Fuck this life. He hated it. He hated it! He should've just gone home, he should've kept contact with his friends at Beacon, he shouldn't have been such a fucking idiot!
But he knew there was no helping it. Once you were in this lifestyle, there was no getting out of it. He was sure he would've just died as a nameless street rat, without anyone to remember him.
At first he didn't notice the tap on his shoulder. Or the second one. Or even the third one.
He noticed the fourth one, though. Mostly because it was less of a tap and more of a slap to the back of his head. Wincing at the brief pain, he glanced up in minor annoyance to find the source of the hit, when suddenly he felt a small pair of lips crash against his. His eyes immediately widened upon the intimate contact, and he let out a muffled cry of shock as his mystery partner deepened it, wrapping her (he sure as hell hoped it was a her) arms around his neck.
Normally he hated something like this, and while he did find it uncomfortable... It wasn't like the rough, sloppy mouth rapes he was used to receiving. This kiss was lustful, yes, but it had a playful feel to it. Like whoever was kissing him had no intention to harm him, she only wanted a kiss.
The mystery partner finally pulled away, revealing herself to the former Beacon student. Even a depressed idiot like him had to admit she was oddly beautiful... Her hair was evenly colored pink and brunette, with streaks of white showing on the pink side. Her face was cat like, full of mischief and mirth, but somehow hiding a sinister glint in her eyes. Speaking of her eyes... Jaune had to do a double take when he saw them suddenly switch colors, the eye that was brown was now pink while the one that was pink was now brown.
The woman had an assortment of necklaces draping across her chest, barely reaching the valley between her...very nice looking breasts. She wore a white jacket whose front only covered her upper torso, leaving her lower torso dressed in a blackish-brown corset. She finished off her look with brown pants and white boots, with a pink umbrella dangling from one of her forearms.
"C-can I help you?" Jaune asked after a minute of silence. She was probably just here for 'business', and as much as he wasn't in the mood he knew he couldn't refuse.
The woman shrugged, then gave him a quizzical look that took him a minute to interpret. Realizing she must have been asking him what was wrong, the blonde shook his head and took a chug from the glass the bartender had just refilled. "Nothing's wrong," he lied, not even attempting to hide it. "Just... Dealing with the past."
Despite his answer, the woman accepted it with a curt nod. He had expected her to leave, but it was ten seconds later that he realized his mysterious companion was still staring at him.
'Probably just wants a quick fuck.' he decided, turning back towards the woman. "Can I help you?" He asked for a second time, slightly annoyed that he could no longer be alone with his thoughts.
The woman got a mischievous look in her unique eyes, and in an instant she was straddling him, the look she gave him being the only answer he needed.
'Yup... Just wanted to fuck.'
Suddenly he felt his scroll in his pocket vibrate, letting him know he got a message. With a heavy sigh, he opened the message, skimming it over with tired eyes, the alcohol beginning to catch up with him.
In the mood tonight, get over to the usual spot ASAP ~Melody
He groaned inwardly. Great, it had to be Melody... Stupid bitch was always in the mood, and she always made sure to never make the experience enjoyable for him.
He hated doing this, but he knew he needed money.
Well...not anymore...
He briefly glanced down at the bulge in his other pocket, before quickly typing a response and pressing send, confirming that he would be there as soon as possible. He pocketed his scroll, before turning his attention back to tiny woman still straddling him. "Sorry..." He apologized. "I've got business to attend to..."
The woman pouted before reluctantly sliding off, settling back in her own seat with her arms crossed across her chest in a way that could ignorantly be described as adorable. The moment she was off, Jaune slapped some lien on the counter top and wiped the last of his tears away, turning away from the bar and exiting with a slight stumble in his dragged out steps.
'Tonight, I'm finally putting an end to this,' he told himself. 'Pyrrha, Ren, Nora... I hope you guys can forgive me.'
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Well that was a huge bust, Neo had decided. She sighed and waved her hand towards one of the bartenders, signaling that she wanted another drink. Here was this really cute guy who she nearly had wrapped around her fingers, only for him to slip away too soon.
Pretty disappointing, if you asked her.
With a huff she snatched the drink away from the bartender she waved at, gulping half of it down in one go before suddenly grinning. Hehe... He did seem to enjoy it, though, considering the huge bulge she felt straining against his pants. She licked her lips and chuckled silently. Another reason why she liked the dorks...
They held the biggest surprises.
"Hey, Neo," Junior's voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts, and she glanced up at the owner with an obvious look of annoyance. Junior seemed to notice this, as he held up his hands in surrender. "Hey, relax," he told her. "I just wanted a favor from you, that's all."
'What's in it for me?" her eyes clearly asked as she took another sip of alcohol.
Junior seemed to be in thought for a moment, before he sighed and shook his head, grumbling to himself as he dug into his pocket and slapped five coupons down onto the counter top. "They were originally supposed to be a gift for my niece, but I guess you can have them." he muttered. "Five coupons to the best ice cream shops in town, each lasts a week starting tomorrow. All you gotta do is flash them to the employee and you get a free bowl of whatever ice cream flavor you want." He narrowed his eyes at the tiny girl. "It took me forever to get these so you better be willing to do me a solid."
Neo eagerly nodded, the thought of free ice cream for a week to good to refuse. She snatched the coupons up and stuffed them down her shirt, her eyes asking Junior to name the favor.
Junior gestured towards the club's exit. "That kid you were just flirting with," he explained. "Well, he comes in here often, and we talk sometimes, but he mostly just drinks away and gives off this really depressing vibe. A depressed guy isn't exactly what we want around here, but as long as he pays then we can't really force him out." He glanced cautiously towards Neo, as if he was wondering whether or not it was a good idea to be asking the mute to do this.
Neo simply returned his gaze with a sly smirk.
Junior eventually gave in and continued. "So... I was just wondering if you could look after the kid for me?" He paused briefly before speaking again. "I don't know, it's kind of out of character for me but I'm kind of worried about the kid. He reminds me of just the tiniest bit of myself."
Neo thought about it for a moment. On one hand, playing babysitter didn't sound so appealing... But on the other hand... Neo grinned wickedly.
On the other hand, she'd get free ice cream for a week and a cute dork all to herself.
It was obvious which hand she picked.
She stood up and laid some lien down, nodding her answer to Junior. The owner, as well as his entire staff present, let out a collective sigh of relief much to the amusement of the small criminal.
Oh, how she loved the fear she held over everyone.
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Aaaaand that's a wrap! Honestly I wrote this like only a few hours after posting the actual story :P I guess I just wanted to crank what I can out while I still had some sanity left inside me. Sooo... Jaune's life kinda sucks ass, now doesn't it? And I hope you guys enjoyed Neo being kind of a... Lover of the bedroom, let's just say. I'm honestly kinda worried that characterization might tick off a few people, but the story is rated M for a reason...
Oh yeah, I totally lied to you guys in the summary. There isn't gonna be a possible lemon, this story is gonna have its fair share of sexual activity in it, but I can promise you that it won't act as smut for the sake of smut. If it's in there, it's because there's an actual reason for it being there.
Or at least that's what I'm gonna tell myself :')
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the second chapter. Let me know what you think in the reviews! And remember, stay wykkyd!
(PS: Yeah, I did a time skip... Fight me! Actually, don't fight me...I suck at fighting.)
