Author's Note: I decided to continue this oneshot! It's going to be about three or four more chapters. The next chapter will be up sometime after the next episode of RWBY, because hopefully that will be the episode I can use for a reference. You'll understand what I mean at the end of the chapter. Hope you like the second chapter!
Disclaimer: After all this time and all the disclaimers I've been giving, shouldn't it be obvious? I still don't own RWBY!
Melanie and Miltia's wounds had healed, as it was a couple months since the fight at the club. They were doing relatively well since that day, but the thought of a certain blonde boy they'd met kept Melanie up at night.
'Why would he need fake transcripts? Why wouldn't Junior tell us what they were for? Is he on a top secret mission or something?' Melanie thought as she lay in bed in her dark blue pyjamas, trying to sleep. 'I wonder if we'll ever see him again...'
Miltia had the same problem. She'd been thinking of her savior every night also, wondering if he was doing well.
'Where could he be right now? He could be anywhere in Remnant at the moment. I hope he's doing fine.' Miltia thought as she lay in bed in her crimson pyjamas, trying to sleep. 'I wonder if we'll ever see him again...'
Little did they know they would see him again in the near future.
One evening, the doorbell rang while the Malachite Twins were finishing dinner. They had been eating alone, as Junior was out of the residence for the day.
"Who is it?" Both twins called to the door in unison.
"Jaune!" A familiar male voice called back.
The Twins shared a look of surprise before racing to the door. Melanie opened it, Miltia beside her.
"Hello, Jaune," Melanie greeted him with a small smile. "What brings you here?"
"I just, uh, wanted to say hello," Jaune said awkwardly. "Er... Hello." Jaune waved. Miltia waved back, smiling at him.
"Do you want to have some dinner?" Melanie proposed boldly.
"Huh? Oh, uh, sure, if you don't mind..." Jaune stammered, scratching the back of his head.
"We don't mind. Come in!" Melanie bowed, stepping to the side, letting him in. She closed the door and led him to the dining room.
Miltia jogged ahead and put some pasta on an extra plate before Melanie and Jaune came in. Melanie sat in front of Miltia, who was sitting beside Jaune.
"So, Jaune," Melanie looked at Jaune with interest. "What have you been up to these past three months?"
"Where'd you go?" Miltia added, looking at Jaune.
"I went to Beacon," Jaune said proudly.
The Twins looked at each other before looking back at Jaune.
"Beacon Academy?" Melanie questioned. "That school for Hunters and Huntresses? You passed the initiation?"
"Yes I did! I'm the leader of my team too!" Jaune bragged, taking a huge bite of his pasta.
"What's your team like?" Miltia asked.
"We're team JNPR. Pyrrha Nikos is my partner. She's the best of the best, and she's on the front of Pumpkin Pete's!" Jaune said with a big grin. "There's Nora and Ren too. Nora's always, uh, hyper... and kind of has a screw loose. Ren's her total opposite. I think they've been friends for a long time."
"That sounds nice," Melanie nodded with a smile. "Do you have any other friends?"
"Yeah, team RWBY," Jaune nodded. "Ruby's their leader. She's fifteen, so she jumped ahead a couple years and she's really good at fighting and loves cookies. Then there's Weiss-"
"Hold on, Weiss Schnee?" Melanie exclaimed in astonishment, dropping her fork. "Heiress of the Schnee Dust Company? You're friends with her?"
"Well, yeah, but, uh..." Jaune stammered. "Never mind. Alright, you know her. There's Blake, who's always got her nose stuck in a book. She's a F... un person, though! And there's Yang, who's Ruby's older sister. She's a blonde and hates anyone touching her hair. If you do, her eyes go red and there's fire everywhere."
The Twins exchanged a look of recognition.
'Blonde, red eyes, fire everywhere...' The Malachite Twins thought. 'That's how Junior described the girl at the club!'
"We know the blonde girl, too, Jaune," Miltia looked Jaune in the eye. "She's the one that hurt us at the club that night. She came back recently with a blue-haired guy but didn't do any damage."
"Wha- really?" Jaune said, surprised. The Twins nodded. "So, uh, what have you two been up to?"
"Nothing much," Melanie sighed. "Our lives haven't been very eventful."
"Nothing really ever happens to us," Miltia added. "Not much that's good, at least."
"Well, there's going to be this dance at Beacon," Jaune said nervously. "Weiss already turned me down, but..."
"But what?" Melanie pressed.
"I was j-just wondering if, uh..." Jaune twiddled his thumbs nervously. "If one of y-you would g-go to the d-dance with m-me?"
'No, Jaune!' Jaune thought, beating himself up as he put his face in his hands. 'Why did you ask two women at once? They'll think you're desperate!'
The Twins looked at each other, smiles on their faces.
"You go," Melanie mouthed to Miltia, who nodded.
"I'd love to go with you, Jaune," Miltia put her hand on his shoulder, smiling at him.
"Seriously?" Jaune's head snapped up, looking at her in shock. "You want to go with me?"
"Why not, Jaune?" Melanie scoffed, arms crossed. "Besides, you got yourself a date! Be happy about that, at least."
"When's the dance?" Miltia asked Jaune.
"This Sunday," Jaune replied.
"I'll see you there, then," Miltia's smile grew.