A/N: Here with the second chapter of my newest work. Let's see last chapter's reviews:

Mendacium: Sorry, lol, not telling. Wait and see!

ZenithTempest: Glad this checks for you, and nice idea with a semblance. I don't think there's anything else that could suit our protagonist more. And don't worry, Jaune won't be too OOC. He's gonna be more of a jokester, for sure, but he's still the nice guy everyone loves. In a platonic way. Speaking of which, not gonna reveal who's being shipped with who.

Well, on to the story.


"Hey, Ruby," The pair stopped before the huge doors that led into Beacon's amphitheater. The reaper in question turned to her Faunus friend.

"Yeah?" Jaune pointed to the white wings folded over his body, blending in with his white hoodie.

"Do you think you can keep these a secret, at least until after initiation?" She sent him a questioning glance. "I like dramatic reveals." She nodded in understanding. They turned forward, facing the large crowd ahead of them. Taking a bow, Jaune gestured towards the open area. "Ladies first." Ruby giggled into her palm.

"What a gentleman." She said in a rather posh accent. As soon as they stepped in, they heard a voice call out to them.

"Ruby! Over here! I saved you a spot!" Jaune looked towards the source.

It was another blonde, only this time it was a she. Her wavy, golden locks went down to her waist, meeting up with a brown belt and short-shorts. Her tan vest was unbuttoned at the top, allowing Jaune a wonderful view of her cleavage.

The eagle Faunus followed Ruby, each step having a small amount of swagger in it. As they neared her, though, Ruby suddenly slapped her sister in the cheek. "Hey! Ruby, what was that for?"

"That, Yang, was for ditching me, your little sister! Did you know I exploded in the courtyard?"

"Wow, rough day already little sis?"

"Actually," Jaune's drawled in, "she literally exploded a sizable crater in front of the school." Yang turned her head to him. She pointed her thumb in his direction, and was about to ask something when she was interrupted by Ruby, who was going on a rant on the events that led up to her explosion. As she did, she caught the attention of a certain heiress.

"Tch, you again." Surprised by Weiss's sudden intrusion, Ruby awkwardly turned around to face her.

"H-hey, Weiss. H-how's it goin?" The Schnee turned, giving a thoughtful look towards the skies.

"It was going pretty well," Then, she turned her head towards Ruby with a face that screamed dislike. "Until I saw you again." Before it could escalate further, Jaune edged his way in between them, hands up in a defensive gesture.

"Weiss Schnee, Ruby Rose, I thought we agreed to say sorry to each other! What ever happened before should be water under the bridge." Tired of being left out, Yang chimed in.

"Okay, it sounds like you two got off to a rough start. How about we start over, and try to be friends?" Ruby nodded towards her sister.

"Alright. Hello Weiss, I'm Ruby. Wanna hit Vale? Y'know, hang out?" Weiss stared at her before contorting her lips into a dry smile.

"Oh, sure! We can buy some books, go to a salon, and talk about boys like the tall, pale, ass standing right next to me?" She said all this with clear sarcasm, making both blondes frown. Of course, Jaune was also frowning about her calling him an ass. Upon seeing the genuinely excited smile on Ruby's face, though, he couldn't help but facepalm.

"Really?" Weiss gave her a very deadpan stare at this.

"…No." As this was going on, Jaune's eyes narrowed. Okay, they had already apologized to this girl for how rude they were before. This time, she's verbally assaulting them- they hadn't even done anything wrong!

I've seen enough of this flying over the back-alleys of Falconia. She needs punishment. But a minor offense begets a minor sentence. What should I do? … Ah, that should work nicely, what with her being slightly distracted. After all, stuck-up people like her hate losing face. His face took on a small visage of concentration. Suddenly, a violent updraft appeared from underneath Weiss, showing her sky-blue panties to the world. Caught off guard and horribly shocked, she couldn't even instinctively tried to put down her combat skirt if she tried. Well, for the first two seconds afterwards.

As she frantically waved her hands around, trying to stop her skirt from going upwards anymore than it has to, the wind stopped. From the loudspeakers came a light cough. All eyes turned their attention from the flustered heiress to the stage. On it was a woman with a riding crop and a man clad in green. Professor Glynda Goodwitch and Headmaster Ozpin.

"I'll make this brief…"


Later, when night had already come, students were settling down in the ballroom. Several were still inside the showers. Outside stood a lone figure. His broad chest was grand. His huge muscles were majestic. And his glorious silver moustache was extremely manly. The figure was none other than the magnificent, the mighty, the lady-killer Peter Port!

As he stood guard outside the men's communal bathroom, Jaune Arc approached the scene, carrying a bottle of… something, a baggy white tee, and blue trousers. Peter eyed the lad carefully. It seems as though he didn't shower yet- not really a cause of alarm. However, instead of entering, Jaune placed himself on the wall opposite. Before he could say anything, the lad answered for him.

"I'm not really good at dealing with other guys my age. I'll wait until the last one's out." The old hunter just smiled and nodded.

"Understandable. Ah, the trials of youth! Just watching students like you walking through these halls remind me of a time long gone. Those were the days! Oh, if you wouldn't mind me asking, what exactly is in that bottle you have there?"

"For these." He slowly, and carefully, unfolded his wings. The teacher was slightly confused- had those wings come out of his hoodie? Still, he understood the situation, or at least he thought he did.

"Ah, so that's the cause of your concern. You're worried your peers will treat you harshly."

"What? No, they're not the reason I don't want to enter, although they're part of it. I have another, more personal reason not to go where a group of naked guys are gathering." Port raised a sublime eyebrow.

"What interesting wording. Could you perhaps be…" Before he could finish, a group of guys exited the showers. Some were chatting loudly, but most were silent.

As the mob dispersed, Jaune entered the showers. Before he went further inside, he stopped, and turned to Port's side.

"I'm a B." He said this to him, before entering the showers.

"Ah, the raging hormones of youth!" The professor put his mouth closer to the showers. "Can you hear me, lad?"

"Yeah!" He shouted from within the showers.

"Shall I regale you with an amazing tale from my younger years? One related to your plight?"

"… Why not?"


Never again, Jaune thought to himself as he prepped himself for sleep, never again will I ask him to tell me a story. I'd rather drown myself.

As the lad walked around the sleeping area, looking for a place to sleep, he heard an overly cheery voice yell out 'Hello!'. Turning his head to the source of the noise, he caught sight of Ruby, her sister, and Blake. Remembering how he didn't introduce himself yet to the blonde bombshell, he strode over to their group. As he got closer, he listened in on their conversation. When he was in talking distance, Blake had just finished saying something negative about the real world.

"Well, that's why we're here." His interrupting voice somewhat startled the two sisters, but not so much the other Faunus. He continued on with what he was saying. "We're here to make things better." Ruby pouted.

"Jaune! You stole my line!"

"Sorry about that, my bad." He turned to face the older sibling. "We never really got to introduce ourselves, did we? Name's Jaune Arc; short, sweet, rolls of the tongue, chicks dig it." Using his left hand, he brushed back his hair and adopted what he thought to be a suave smile. The trio looked at him with disbelief in their faces. After one or two seconds, though, the whole group started to laugh, Jaune included. The older sister wiped tears from her eyes.

"Hahahahaha! Ooh man, you need to work on your lines, ladykiller."

"Hahaha, yeah, I realize that." She held her hand out to him.

"Well, I'm Yang Xiao Long, Ruby's older sister."

"And I'm Ruby's friend." Yang turned to face her sister.

"YOU MADE A FRIEND! I'm so proud of you!" She attempted to hug her sister. However, Ruby's embarrassment caused it to transform from a hug into a brawl between the two siblings. Annoyed by the constant noise, a certain heiress took the scene.

"What's with all the noise? Some of us are trying to sleep here!" When she saw who it was, she couldn't hide her displeasure. Neither could Yang.

"YOU AGAIN?!"

"Shh, guys, she's right, everybody's sleeping!"

"Oh, so now you're on my side?"

"AHEM!" The bickering trio turned to see the blonde Faunus. "You do realize, Weiss Schnee, that you are only adding to the increasing noise level?"

"Well, they-"

"AND you must realize that you're only drawing attention towards yourself, right?" Looking around, she realized he was right. All around them, people were staring at the raucous crowd. Face going red, Weiss made her way back to her bed, the two sisters falling suit. The only two left in that corner was the cat and the bird. "Well, I think I'll go out and stretch a little before I go to sleep. G'night, Blake." As she simply nodded, he looked back out towards the crowd. "Night Ruby!"

"Night Jaune!"

"Night Yang!"

"G'night!"

"Night, Snowpea!"

"SHUT UP AND GO TO SLEEP!"


He was on the rooftop, enjoying the night air. His wings were out on full display, him having stretched them out earlier. His eyes were transfixed upon the moon, its shattered form mesmerizing him. He was at ease. He suddenly called out. "Nice night, right, catgirl?"

He turned around to see Blake, clad in the black yukata he had seen on her before. "You are a cat Faunus, right? I can't really see what's behind your bow." She sighed, before complying and removing her bow. Two fluffy cat ears were exposed to the night air. "Aww, those are too cute and fluffy to hide behind a ribbon." She looked at him unimpressed.

"Aren't you also hiding those wings of yours? Completely folding your wings against your white shirts seems like hiding to me." The blonde gestured to his wings.

"Can you not see how big my wingspan is? I can't walk around like this. And the halls of Beacon aren't spacious enough for me to fly around in. Plus, not completely retracting my wings, like all those pictures of angels you see on the Net, just feels weird to me. It's like asking you why you shouldn't just leave your ears flat on your head all the time."

"Fair point." He looked directly into those amber eyes, and saw it. A lifetime of despair, of anger and envy. Fear and bloodshed, vengeance and agony, escape and worry, they all screamed at him through those eyes. He shifted his eyes so they wouldn't look exactly at their golden counterparts.

"You're an ex-White Fang member, aren't you?" She eyed him warily.

"How do you know that?" He held out his hand, two of his fingers splayed.

"Two things. One: have you ever heard the phrase 'The eyes are the windows into the soul'?" She gave him a pointed look that said, 'And?'. "But that probably wouldn't help me, not unless I've," Falconia has, "Helped a few escapees in the past."

"That's dangerous!"

"It's hard to catch a bird, y'know? Anyway, what's YOUR reason to join me up here tonight? It can't be because you wanted to spend time cat-erwauling at the moon." She rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"I wanted to ask you a couple questions."

"Duh."

"The voice can tell stories of it's own, small changes of pitch and tone that can help discern an individual's mood and past. There are two interesting ones about you I'd like to discuss."

"Go ahead, shoot."

"First of all, every time you talk, there's a peculiar tone coming from you. It's minute, but when I hear it, it sounds almost… posh, regal even."

Think of a lie, quick! He spread his arms out wide and grinned. "Well, what's wrong with wanting to sound high-class?" She raised her eyebrow slightly at that. Not falling for it. Let's change topics. "What's the second thing?"

"Earlier, when you were talking to Weiss about her family lineage, her father, a small part of your voice held this dark, vengeful tone to it." Jaune stiffened. "What exactly-"

"STOP!" He turned away from her, and stared back at the moon. "I refuse to talk anymore. Please, just go back to sleep. Let me gaze at the moon some more." Worried about him, Blake took one step closer.

Jaune whipped his head around, looking her in the eye. His face was emotionless, but his eyes gleamed in the night. As blue and yellow orbs met, some sort of understanding was formed. Sighing, Blake turned around, heading back into the building.

Using his senses, Jaune made sure that she was gone, and that there was no one else around. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a personalized scroll. Opening it, he dialed a number, and waited for the person he was calling to pick up. He heard a click, and a voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey, dad. Are you busy right now?"

"Jaune, I'm doing fine. And no, I have no obligations at the moment but to speak with my only son. I assume you've arrived at Beacon already?"

"Yup, and I'm about to sleep soon. Initiation's tomorrow."

"Initiation? My my, you must have some stress on your hands. Let's alleviate that. Have you made any friends so far?"

"I wouldn't consider her a friend, I doubt we're close enough, but her name's Ruby Rose."

"A girl, hmm?"

"N-not like that, dad! But she does know about my wings."

"Well, that's acceptable. Remember, until you trust her enough, don't reveal who you are. Let her treat you normally."

"That shouldn't be too hard."

"Anyone else?"

"Let's see, there's her sister, Yang. She doesn't know I'm a Faunus, though. Umm, there are two others who know I'm a Faunus. One's an ex-White Fang, and the other is a Schnee."

"… I feel very worried right now."

"Yeah, I know how you feel. But at least, she doesn't seem as cold as ice."

"Even so, be careful around her. She may have some of her father's ideals."

"I will dad, I will."

"Hmph. It's getting late, son. You should rest up for your initiation tomorrow."

"Alright, alright. Goodnight, father."

"Good night son." He ended the call, and looked up once more at the moon. Folding his wings onto his body, he walked back into the building, back into the ballroom, and slept.


A/N: Well, there goes another mediocre chapter. Anyone care to guess Jaune's semblance? Not you, though, Zenith, you already know what it is.

Now then, critique me through your reviews and PMs. It helps refine the story.

I bid you all adieu.