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Chapter 2: A Golden Alliance


"I feel like a gigantic dork." Yang frowned as she carried a steaming plate of chicken nuggets in one hand as she stepped into infirmary.

Jaune was still laying in his bed, it was nearly seven'o'clock already and his eyes were still closed.

Yang pulled over a chair and set the plate onto the small table next to his bed, "Wake up, ladykiller, come on." she couldn't help but eat one of the chicken nuggets. Finding that it tasted quite good, she ate another while checking the time on her scroll.

6:59 PM, it said, and Yang groaned, "I hate waitiiiiing~." she whined impatiently, frowning.

Jaune gave a small groan as he woke up slowly, blue aura glowing over his body as he took in a breath through his nose, cracking one eye open, then the other, as a pleasant smell graced his nose.

Sitting up he reached out, "Don't wanna alarm clock." he found something solid and pressed down on it.

"Whoa~! That's a little forward, don'tcha think, ladykiller?" Yang's voice said, and Jaune's eyes snapped wide open.

His hand was lightly placed right in the center of her chest, almost touching the valley of cleavage between her bountiful breasts. His arm immediately retracted quicker than he thought possible as he backed up a bit, "OHMIGOSH YANG I AM SO SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO! PLEASE DON'T PUNCH ME THROUGH A WALL AGAIN!" he quickly and profusely apologized in a voice that wasn't quite masculine.

Yang blushed a bit, then smiled softly, 'Oh silly Jauney-boy, I may be a demisexual, but I can be quite the dirty girl too.' she placed the plate in his lap and a hand on his leg, "It's fine, Jaune, anyways... welcome back to the world of the living!" she said with a laugh, before faltering slightly, "I, uh, I brought you some food, I heard being unconscious is hungry work." she giggled a bit more.

Jaune smiled a relaxed, calm, and cool smile, eating a chicken nugget with a smile, "Thanks, hey, listen, I'm sorry about earlier, I should have stopped my sword, but I didn't and then I hurt your hair, and I'm sorry about that."

Yang's eyes widened. She punched him through ten feet of concrete, an energy barrier, and fifty feet past even that!... and he was apologizing to her.

"No Jaune, I'm sorry, I overreacted and I could have killed you!" Yang was a bit angry, why did this idiot have to be so nice?

'Okay, now's my chance, just be cool, be confident, give her a compliment, ha, that rhymed! No, Jaune, focus! I do not fear death! What I'm about to do... it can't be as bad as cutting it by accident...' he took in a breath and spoke in a calm, gentle tone, "Hehe, I probably deserved it for damaging such beautiful hair." he gently reached out and ran a hand softly and soothingly through her hair.

Yang shuddered a bit, 'Why am I so okay with this? It's... no Yang, stop thinking about that...' she was snapped out of her thoughts by Jaune's finger gently brushing over her ear, "S-s-stop that..." she weakly protested, and Jaune pulled his hand back and nodded.

"S-sorry, p-please d-don't be m-m-m-mad." he stuttered out, stuffing his mouth with a couple of chicken nuggets to prevent himself from saying more words that might make Yang punch him.

Yang sighed, "Stop that too." she hated seeing him looking so pathetic. At this point, teasing him would just feel like bullying, and Yang Xiao Long was not a bully by any means.

"Huh? Stop what?" Jaune's hesitance was replaced by confusion.

"Stop being so spineless, you idiot." Yang said, giving him a small bop on the head.

"Hehe, another friend of mine said the same thing, except he was a lot harsher about it... " Jaune looked at the plate on his lap, then took another chicken nugget and took a bite from it.

"Well, maybe he was just trying to get it through to you, I mean... you would do a lot better if you believed in yourself." Yang had little idea where the words of encouragement came from, only that they were already out and she could not take them back, yet she felt like she didn't really want to.

Jaune's eyes went wide, "You... you really think so?" Yang could see the delicate hope in his eyes.

"Yes, Jaune, you could gain a lot just by believing in yourself, hell, believing in yourself is already half of it. The other half is confirming your beliefs." Yang had years of experience giving Ruby pep-talks, and knew how to say things in just the right tone to give the maximum effect.

Jaune nodded, then looked at the ceiling, thinking, 'Alright, Jack, let's see if... *gulp*... you were right...' he mustered up all the meager self esteem he had, and smiled a relaxed, calm, cool, and confident smile towards Yang, "Well, thank you, Yang, I'm sure that your advice will be a big help." his hand gently rested on her shoulder.

Yang breathed in a sharp intake of air through her nose, 'Dear god, that smile, how did I not notice how handsome he is before?... oh yeah, because usually he's too busy looking like a scaredy-cat.' she smiled, "Not a problem, Jaune... I feel like I owe you for almost, y'know, kinda, almost killing you there... sooo~, I'm going to help you out."

Jaune was a bit confused, "Help me out with what?" he had an idea, but didn't want to make any assumptions, 'You know what they say about assuming, you make an a-'

"I'm going to help you be a better fighter, and maybe a better socialite too." Yang knew the latter would be very beneficial for him, she liked helping her friends, it made her feel good about herself to make someone else feel good.

"Oh... uh, *ahem* that sounds really great! Thanks, Yang." he smiled at her again, that same charming smile that turned his visage into one of an epic storybook hero, handsome and suave.

Yang quickly swallowed the drool that threatened to escape her mouth, "No problem, I'm happy to help you whenever." she gave him a playful little punch on the shoulder. Jaune tensed up when her fist approached, but relaxed when the only contact it made was a firm tap, he was sure that any hit he took from now on would be a lot lighter than he expected it to be.

"So... when can I leave?" Jaune thought about all of the information he had been given. If he lost consciousness, there was no telling what his body would do under the control of Jebediah, Jack, or Jacques. Another morbid thought crossed his mind: if his father's being alive was allowing him to use the Healing and Medicine semblance willingly, or in most cases automatically... then he would have a way to know if his dad died... if the blue aura stopped working.

Shaking his head, he looked at Yang inquisitively, smiling at her once again.

Yang quickly pulled out her scroll and lifted it up, "Um, let me check the time, just a second." she made a show of having some slightly trouble, while hiding the *click* of the camera capturing Jaune's expression with her falsely frustrated words, "Uh, you can actually leave whenever, really."

The knight nodded and got out of bed, setting the plate down and taking his clothes, which had been folded up and set on a chair next to the bed for him, "Alright, uh, I'm gonna go change, then, can you please walk me to the dorms?" he said, feigning a bit of wooziness, "I'm still not feeling too steady right now."

Yang nodded, "Alright, sure, like I said, I'm going to help you out."

Jaune smiled at her again, "Thanks, again, I just know that your advice is gonna help me out a lot." he walked into the small changing room positioned at the end of the room, entering and quickly removing his gown.

The knight thought to himself, 'I still hardly understand any of what I was told... so I have multiple auras... and multiple semblances... soooo... I have even more aura than my already apparently really big amount? I knew karma would recognize all my friendly, nice, and good acts eventually! Haha!' he laughed as he pulled on his socks, 'So... it's like a video game kinda... right now I only have two powers unlocked, my own aura, and I have no idea what my semblance is, and my dad's aura, and his semblance is apparently "Healing and Medicine"... what does that really mean though? I mean, healing is pretty simple and easy to understand, but medicine? Could it be, like, any medicine? Maybe... if it can be painkillers and adrenaline shots... could it be steroids? I mean... I need to become stronger, maybe this new power can help me out? It's worth a shot.' when he looked in the mirror, he realized that he was fully clothed, minus his armor plates.

Stepping out, he found Yang standing a few feet away, "Ready to go, ladykiller?" she chimed with a grin.

Jaune smiled right back at her, "I'm ready, goldilocks." he said, finding the words easy to say.

Yang giggled and blushed, a faint pink color dusting her cheeks, though impossible to see clearly as she walked to the door, "Come on, the others are waiting."

Jaune got to the door first and opened it, holding it for Yang, "After you." he said, 'Holy shit, I'm on a roll! Can... dear god I hope I can keep this up!' he felt a warm happiness filling his gut.

Yang smiled and couldn't help but giggle as she walked through the door, "Thank you~." she said, directing her grin to Jaune.

This was nice, Yang found herself wishing that 'Random Sparring Partner' day had come a lot sooner, she liked this Jaune.

"So, ladykiller, have you set your sights on any ladies recently?" she broached the subject casually, hoping to fit it into this easy flow they'd found.

Jaune did not flow correctly, and regressed back to embarrassment, blushing as he looked away, "U-u-u-uhhh... y-y-yeah... k-k-kinda..."

"Oh? How many?" Yang said, trying to coax him back into relaxed mode, 'Dammit, no, NO, NOOOOO! Don't you DARE back down, ladykiller!'

Jaune went wide-eyed, "Uuuuhhhhh~... f-f-f-f-f-five..." he stuttered out shyly, 'If Yang knew that I liked her... she'd probably kill me'.

Yang's mouth scrunched up in thought, 'Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Pyrrha, Nora... is he trying to cover because it's me asking?' it was a stretch of logic, but Yang knew what men liked, and what they feared.

"Oh? Sounds like our favorite knight has a lot on his plate, anybody I know?"

"N-n-n-no."

"Are you going to tell me?"

"N-n-n-n-no."

"Are you going to stop stuttering?"

"Yes."

"Are you gonna grow a spine?"

"..."

Yang took in his silence and turned to him, "Listen, Jaune, relax, just, relax, alright."

Jaune took in a breath, held it, and let it out slowly, "Alright... now what?"

"Now smile, keep it calm and relaxed, but try to look like you know what confidence is, alright?"

Jaune took in another calming breath, shook himself loose, and then smiled, relaxed, calm, cool, and confident.

Yang smiled, "Now then, smile like that more, it fits you well." she said, crossing her arms and smiled at him coolly.

Jaune's smile faltered a bit, "Uh, h-how can you be sure?"

"Jaune, what am I?" Yang asked simply.

"Um... a brawler."

"And?"

"Blonde?"

"And?"

'Beautiful' he contemplated saying, before deciding that he actually did value his life, "On team RWBY?"

"Jaune, I am also a girl." Yang said, facepalming.

"Oh." Jaune felt really dumb now, but then again, how was he supposed to think of something so simple and basic?

"And as a girl, I know what girls like, and trust me, girls will like that smile." she assured him warmly, nodding in admiration as Jaune resumed the smile.

"S-s-so, uh... you like the smile?" Jaune wasn't all too sure.

Yang had a chance to secure a strong foothold here, "Jaune, I think that smile makes you really attractive, I mean, you're not too bad to look at normally, but that smile is, like, super good looking." she said in a smooth, cool, admiring tone.

Jaune felt a swell of pride at receiving a compliment from Yang of all people, it was truly an achievement, "W-well, if you say so." he once again continued the smile.

Yang's eyes roamed up and down Jaune's figure, "Stand up straight." he did so, and Yang whistled at how tall he was, six-foot-four, impressive, even her dad wasn't that tall, though her dad was a lot thicker, "Alright, from now on, you're going start working out more regularly, and vigorously, go it?" Jaune nodded in response, what Yang didn't know is that he had planned that already, "Alright, now lets go, ladykiller, stick with me and we'll get you a gi-" she stopped, 'That's just gonna make him shut down again, dammit, I have to play this off now.' she let out a cough, "Get you a good record, like, in combat class and stuff."

Jaune nodded once more, "That would be great, maybe I could finally beat Cardin." he chuckled a bit, 'And it would help me unlock those other powers, though I think that, for right now, I should learn to get good at using the ones I have... which is an unknown semblance, and a healing-related semblance.' he pondered a bit, watching Yang and taking the time to observe her figure from up close, trying his hardest to not linger on her, ah, 'womanly assets', too much.

Yang was amazing, a heart of the gold-iest gold to ever be gold, a bright, beautiful smile, an incredibly cute giggle, when he first saw her, he'd thought, 'Is she a huntress-in-training or a supermodel?'. She was strong, independent, a good big sister, kind, and now she was offering to help him become a better fighter and possibly could help him woo one of the others, or maybe... 'Maybe she likes me, and that's why she's helping me?'... naaaahhhhh, that was just a silly thought. There was no way that Yang Xiao Long had feelings for Jaune Arc.

No way at all.


There was no way that Yang Xiao Long did not have feelings for Jaune Arc.

It started off simple, a few tips that Jaune took without question, accepting her wisdom with gusto. It had been two weeks since they started.

"Uh, Yang, are you alright?" Jaune asked, his hands in the pockets of his black drawstring pants. His orange t-shirt rested easily around his frame and revealed his arms, his slim, but muscular arms.

They had almost bumped into each other while Jaune was on his way to get a drink of water and Yang was on her way back from using the bathroom.

"Hm?" Yang had been busy staring, and finally looked up into Jaune's eyes.

"I said sorry for bumping into you and you just kinda started staring at me, you alright?" his tone was casual, he had been getting some looks from the others, but he didn't let it get to him.

Yang took several moments to think, it was hard to think when looking at Jaune's smiling face, it was only when his smile faded when her thoughts went at normal speed, "Huh?"

Jaune clicked his tongue, "Are you sick?" he gently laid the back of his right hand on her forehead.

Yang felt the air heat up, she became very aware of her breathing, of both of their current attires, Jaune in a t-shirt and drawstring pants, herself in her orange tank top that bared some of her midriff and her black shorts. She felt very very exposed, but then again, just add some boots and a buttcape and it's no more revealing than her normal outfit. However, there was just something about this moment.

"You're very hot." he said, sounding concerned.

"I know..." she blinked, then shook her head, "Uh, I mean, uh, n-n-not like that." she stuttered out, blushing

Jaune chuckled a bit, Yang was pretty cute like she was right now, but it was a far cry from her usual, "Hey Yang?"

"Yeah?" she asked, her cheeks as red as her sister's cloak.

"Just relax." he echoed her own words to her, smiling and laughing through his nose at her expression.

"Shut up." she punched him in the arm.

Jaune winced, "You know, for someone who looks so cute, you're a lot stronger than you look."

"I am not cute, I leave the cute act to Ruby, I am a beautiful and strong woman." Yang crossed her arms under her breasts and gave a resounding "Hmph."

"That much is true, but denying how cute you are just makes you cuter." Jaune felt that Yang's teasing personality was starting to rub off on him as he delivered the playful line easily.

"Shut UP." Yang punched him in the arm harder.

Jaune cringed and focused his healing aura on the spot she hit, a soft blue glow coating his bicep, "So, I just can't figure out what you are, Yang." he set up the bomb.

"What are you talking about?"

Jaune dropped his bomb, "I can't tell if you're a huntress-in-training, a supermodel, or a heavyweight boxing champion." he chuckled lightly in a way that held no offense.

Yang blushed heavily and punched Jaune's arm so hard they both could have sworn they heard the bone creaking as his aura flared up, "HEY! I'll have you know that these curves are light and soft, thank you very much!" she put her hands to her hips and frowned at him.

Jaune backed up immediately, his relaxation and coolness melting quicker than ice cream on a Summer's day back in his home town, "Uh, s-s-s-sorry Yang, I d-d-didn't mean it like that! I'm sorry, please don't punch me through a wall." he looked away and braced himself for the punch.

The punch did not come.

Yang simply stood there, hands on hips, frown on lips, her lilac purple eyes locking with his royal blues. Jaune couldn't take it, "Please stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Stop frowning, it doesn't suit you... s-s-s-someone as... as beautiful as you... shouldn't frown, so... please... don't frown... smile." his heart was racing and his legs were 100% ready to run like hell.

Yang was shocked from her frustration by his statement, and her cheeks burned so red it looked as though he face might catch fire at any moment. Her hands clasped together in front of her and she looked at the ground, but she smiled.

Jaune smiled at her revived smile, "See? Much better." he said in a soft, gentle tone, before closing his eyes and focusing.

If he could heal and medicate himself with the blue aura, what was to say he couldn't do the same for others?

Yang sighed as a wave of calmness and comfort washed over her body, her smile widening as her eyes closed.

Jaune had to admit, she was still very cute like this, and so he increased the flow slightly.

He suddenly felt a sharp pulling and stinging sensation shoot up his arm to his core, like a shard of red-hot metal was being roughly pulled through his veins. Suddenly, the sensation went away, leaving only a phantom pain that Jaune felt go as he let out a small cough, then took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Deciding to not test if the feeling would return, he stopped channeling his aura into her, removing his hand as he did so, "I'll let you get some sleep Yang, you don't wanna be tired for classes, do you?" she shook her head softly

He walked past her with a smile, giving her a small, friendly pat on the shoulder as he passed.

Yang quickly walked to her dorm, opened the door, and slipped inside, trying her hardest to ignore her racing heart.


Jaune re-entered Team JNPR's dorm with a smile on his face, he had had a successful conversation with Yang in nearly the dead of night. It was weird, but it felt good, he had managed to compliment her and make her smile, and she had only hit him three times! In his book, that was a major success.

Speaking of his book, he really needed to write in his journal.

Taking a few minutes to prepare his colored pencils, he sat at the desk and opened his backpack, looking inside.

His journal was not there.

He panicked as quietly as he could, he could almost feel his father's aura flaring up and using the semblance to prevent him from having a heart attack.

He slowly laid on his bed and pulled his covers up over his body.

'Okay, don't panic, it's just that all of my secrets are probably in the hands of someone who will release them to everyone, and then I'll be scorned and mocked and hated by everyone.'

He could not sleep a wink.


Yang walked into her team's dorm with a quiet yawn, looking around.

She froze when she saw Weiss sitting at the desk with a book open in front of her. Her worry increased tenfold when she saw, visible from where she was standing, the drawing Jaune had affectionately titled 'Work Wife and House Husband'.

"Yang... why did I find Jaune's journal hidden under the foot of my bed?" Weiss' words were calm, though her cheeks were as red as a metric ton of fire dust.

"Uuuuhhhh~... because I didn't hide it under the head of your bed?" Yang said with a shrug and a nervous rising pitch to her voice.

"Why did you hide it under the foot of my bed?" Weiss turned fully to the larger girl.

Yang was not normally intimidated by Weiss, the petite white girl stood only five-foot-two, while Yang towered over her at five-foot-eleven. Even Ruby stood over Weiss barefooted at five-foot-four. Yang's mind quickly added Blake to the list, as she stood at five-foot-seven.

This was not a normal situation.

"Why did you have Jaune's journal to begin with?" Weiss asked, the calmness fading from her voice and being replaced with chiding.

"Why did you read it?" Yang countered.

"I was curious what that blonde dunce had written, and I was quite sure that he has been secretly 'checking us out' as someone like you might put it." the white-haired heiress said with vinegar dripping from her voice.

"Jaune is a nice guy and you shouldn't be so hard on him!" Yang barely held herself back from going into angry mode as she jumped to Jaune's defense.

"I was pleasantly surprised, however, to find that that was not the case, and as it turns out, that big, scraggly, gangly dunce actually has some tact and couth." Weiss said with her frown lessening every few words.

Yang smirked, "Yeah, Jaune doesn't give a damn about your money or your name, y'know."

"No he does not." Weiss said flatly, her arms crossed

"And he's got quite a talent for art."

"Yes he does."

"And he's pretty fancy when he's talking about us."

"Yes he is."

"And he's got a handsome face."

"No he do-" Weiss was cut off when Yang whipped out her scroll and showed Weiss her background image, which was the picture she took of Jaune's relaxed, calm, cool, and confident smile.

Weiss's words died before they reached her lips as she looked at the image and blushed, smiling back at the image, "Believe me now?" Yang said teasingly

"A-a-alright... he's got a nice smile." Weiss stuttered out, hesitant to admit it.

"Yes he does." Yang egged on, smirking teasingly.

"And he looks like a..." Weiss couldn't think of the words

"Like a classic, handsome, rugged storybook hero?" Yang offered straight out of her own thoughts.

Weiss only nodded while blushing harder.

"Anyways, if you would care to put that book back under the foot of your bed, that'd be great." Yang whispered as she stretched and walked over to her and Blake's bunk.

"Why under the foot of my bed?" Weiss was still a little confused over that part.

"Weeellllll~... I'm surprised you found the book to begin with, since you're so short that you don't reach the foot of your bed." Yang giggled as she quickly retreated to her own bunk.

Weiss seethed as she picked up her pillow and threw it at Yang, "Shut up!" she whisper-yelled.

Yang went down from the pillow hitting her, but got back up easily, "My pillow now, ice queen." she grinned as she placed the pillow alongside her own and laid down.

The heiress, surprisingly, just pulled a new pillow out from under her bed and placed it in the usual spot, then she laid down, turned to Yang, and stuck her tongue out.

The brawler couldn't help but smile, they had all had an effect on the fencer, a good effect mostly, no longer did she whine at every little thing they did, rather she countered with her own remarks, or simply rolled her eyes and took it.

Laying back, Yang thought of the knight in the room across the hall.

She wouldn't mind taking him off Weiss' case, however she also knew two things.

Ruby had feelings for Jaune that she was too embarrassed to admit.

Pyrrha had feelings for Jaune that she was too subtle to get across to him.

Those two were going to be hopeless until someone pushed them to actually go for it.

Closing her eyes, Yang drifted off to happy thoughts.


Jaune could not sleep at all, so he decided to burn some energy training

'Alright... how far can I really feasibly stretch this medicine power?' he had been using it regularly for the past week, and the effects were showing, he had greatly increased his calorie and protein intake just for that.

Changing into his combat clothes and equipping Crocea Mors and Sanctus Mendax, as he began calling his shield in his head, he headed to the nearest training room, 'Thank god Beacon has pretty lax training rules, though I suppose it's to force us students to be responsible with how often and how hard we train.

He headed down the hall, but paused when he heard perky female voice shout, "GO!" followed by a clanging of gunfire.

Jaune knew those gunshot sounds anywhere...

'Ruby...' he thought, before heading in the direction of the noises.


And that's chapter 2!

I hope you all liked it, and I hope you all have a fantastic day.

next up, chapter 3: White, Yellow, Red, Black

until then, see ya next time~!