Well, I think some of this can actually count as fluff. Should I be proud or not? Never mind. Well, I know I said that I would wait until I finished Chap 2 before I released this so I could have a more steady release date but I was bored. I do hope you enjoy.
I do not own RWBY
Otherwise half of the people we've seen, named and unnamed, would be dead. Unfortunately. Because my ideas get dark.
Aiming for Glory, Chapter 1
Jaune stood up slowly to minimise the amount of noise.
As he rose up he silently thanked Pyrrha for the gift of sleeping shorts; if he still had his onesie he would be soaked in sweat. As it was there were damp spots wherever he stepped while he crossed the room to the dividing curtain in the middle of the dorm.
They had originally had a rule that you couldn't cross the gender separating line after ten to prevent awkward encounters, but that rule had gone out the window due in equal parts to the bathroom and Nora.
He had to know that the others were safe; too many coincidences happened from his dreams to real life. Small things usually: a cut, pulled muscle, homework being forgotten and in one case an issue with the curtain. The curtain that he had now reached.
He took a steadying breath before he peeked around. A small sigh of relief escaped his mouth. Nora was in her normal sleeping position, that is to say, everywhere. Her duvet was on the floor a foot away from Jaune and she seemed to be gnawing on her foot.
Pyrrha was facing away from her leader, the faint movement of her back revealing the timing of her breaths. With a smile Jaune grabbed Nora's duvet from the ground and tiptoed over to the valkyrie's bed. He gently tugged her big toe from her mouth, replacing it with a small heart-shaped pillow before covering her with the blanket.
"Mm, pancakes…" Nora mumbled.
"Yeah Nora, you get those pancakes." Jaune whispered to himself. There was a sound, very faint, barely a whisper but audible. When he turned around he even saw the quick movement of a spartan turning away, shoulders shaking with laughter.
"I know you're awake, Pyrrha." He called out in an undertone. "I had another dream, and I'm really sorry if I woke you."
"Was it another of the dreams? Like the… um…" Pyrrha blushed, "Curtain incident?"
Jaune just nodded.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
The leader sighed, "Maybe in the morning. It was a bad one."
"Well, Jaune, it actually is morning." Pyrrha pointed to the clock above her bed that was showing two thirty-four in the morning. She moved over and patted the mattress beside her onto which Jaune promptly collapsed.
"Well, at least I didn't wake you. Don't let Nora know though; she'll blow it all out of proportion and then tell everyone."
"Well, Jaune," Pyrrha covered her mouth with her hand, "you did wake me up. And now my sheets are getting all wet from your sweat. But don't apologize!" She added quickly to prevent Jaune from blurting out apologies. She glanced over to make sure that the sudden noise hadn't woken up the whirlwind of energy that was Nora before continuing.
"I just want to know why you're so freaked out. Ever since yesterday you've been… agitated."
"Agitated? So I'm agitated am I?" Jaune's voice rose in volume, as Pyrrha waved quickly to try and quiet him down.
"You would be agitated of you saw the death's that I have. Yesterday I saw myself stabbed through the chest by Crocea Mors."
Pyrrha gasped. Jaune gave her a look.
"Not a lethal strike. I think. What?" Pyrrha was glaring now. Sympathetic one second, terrifying the next, girls were strange.
"And today I saw someone walk into an arena and kill me. Single shot to the head." His head slumped, a finger gun pointing to his temple. "I was older but I don't want to die then. I want to die surrounded by family. Children and grandchildren."
"Jaune," Pyrrha spoke soothingly, "just tell me it all and I can help."
And they talked. When Jaune's story was done Pyrrha told him of her hopes and dreams as a child. They then talked about the exchange students, switching from topic to topic, crying and laughing and sympathising, as they had done many times before.
The only difference was that this time they both talked until they slept, the leader and his partner both laying on Pyrrha's bed, their breaths and bodies relaxed and calm, anxieties quelled, tired and content to sleep out the rest of the small hours of the morning. And, though they didn't know it, the two warriors shifted until they were in each other's arms. At the touch of the other they let out a sigh in unison.
And that was how Nora found them in the morning.
"Nora! It's not what it looks like!"
"Smash the curtain crosser! Yaaah!"
"Uhh, Jaune? What happened to your face?"
The entirety of team RWBY, JNPR's sister team, was staring at Jaune's rather colourful face. His usually clear skin was a mix of yellow and purple on the left side. Not to mention the very noticeable imprint of Magnhilde over his cheekbones.
Jaune ignored his fellow leader's question, spooning another mouthful of cereal into his mouth.
With a look at her blank faced leader, Pyrrha spoke for him. "He had a run in with Nora's hammer this morning. He hasn't said a word since he was hit."
"He must have done something to incur it." Weiss spoke up.
"I agree with Weiss." Ruby announced before leaning to her left. "Hey, Weiss? What does incur mean?" she whispered to her partner, bringing up a sigh.
"It means to deserve, to invite something." The heiress explained, "I meant that something must have happened to get that reaction out of Nora."
"Weiss," Yang chuckled, "are you saying that Nora doesn't overreact?"
The white themed girl scoffed, "Of course not! I just meant that… uh, yeah! Nora has excellent judgement." Weiss hastily changed her words at a glare from Nora. "Ahem. I just want to know what Jaune did."
The two team's quiet members finally spoke up, Blake speaking first.
"If you want to know that then I would suggest asking the aggressor herself."
"In all honesty," Ren joined the conversation, "Nora did overreact, especially since she has done the same thing."
"And what was that? What did he do! What did he do!" Yang chanted.
"Jaune broke the third rule of the dorm. First is to always knock," the Valkyrie started counting her fingers.
"An understandable tenet." Weiss interjected.
"Hey Weiss… what does that mean?"
"Ruby! For crying out loud!"
"… second is not to touch my pancakes,"
The two teams shuddered; it had happened before.
"and third is to never, ever, cross the curtain past ten. There could have been an awkward encounter."
"…"
Team RWBY went completely silent, the clicking of Jaune's spoon echoing around the cafeteria as he continued to eat.
Yang burst out laughing. She wiped a tear from her eyes after a couple seconds.
"Well, vomit boy… Ha! I didn't think you had it in you."
"Yang! Don't imply such things, you deviant." Weiss scolded her blonde teammate, "I'm sure Jaune had a perfectly legitimate reason to be where he was. Right Pyrrha?"
"Yes." The Spartan breathed a sigh of relief. "We were..."
"Sleeping together!" Nora blurted out, "They were on Pyrrha's bed! He said it wasn't what it looked like! I am a witness! The law protects me and I say that the law is Yang at this time!" She leaped across the table in a blur to hang from Yang's shoulders, the newly appointed "law" stuttering perplexedly.
"Y-you? H-h-her? Bed?" Yang promptly grabbed her head, her eyes glinting with madness, "Whaaaa…?"
Her head slammed down on the table, followed by mindless sounds as the blonde's brain tried to come to terms with what she'd heard. Every single head was turned to the sight. It was several very long moments before anyone could speak at this second bombshell.
"How could either of you think of doing such a thing?" Weiss exploded into rage, "In school and in a dorm no less. You should be ashamed of yourselves. If something had happened your careers would have been ruined!"
"Weiss," Blake interjected, "while I am surprised that you aren't totally abashed by this conversation just look at their faces. Obviously nothing of the sort happened."
"I'm the heiress to a kingdom of dust and wealth." Weiss sniffed haughtily, "My parents found it… imperative that I know how to provide an heir."
She glanced momentarily to Pyrrha and Jaune's horrified faces before letting out a sigh while dropping her shoulders and head.
"Fine," she huffed, "what really happened?"
Jaune and Pyrrha shared an uncomfortable glance before the leader spoke up for the first time that day.
"Well… Uh, first of all, your parents are cold Weiss. Like, really big jerks if that's how they view you."
"It is. Unfortunately"
"And uh…" Jaune raised a hand to scratch the back of his head as he continued, "we, that is to say Pyrrha and me… Pyrrha and I!" He corrected himself as Weiss shot an enraged glare over, "Well, we were just talking. That's all!"
"Excuse me," Yang raised her head to shake it violently, Nora flying off in the process. "Bleh! Now, what was this "pillow talk" about?" the blonde asked while making air quotes.
There was a sudden crash as two fists hit the table. "It wasn't pillow talk!"
For the third time that morning the table quietened. Pyrrha was breathing heavily, her whole body over the table, clenched hands denting the heavy wood.
"Ahem, sorry." The Spartan muttered quietly as she sat down. "Jaune has been having these dreams. At first they just seemed like that: dreams. But they started happening, becoming true. He could predict what injuries everyone would have, a certain incident that happened in our dorm, one case of surprise homework…" She took a breath. "But now he dreams of death."
"Having premonitions in the form of dreams is a very common ability in all the legends." Blake spoke, seemingly unbothered. "Like many stories it might have had a faint seed of truth in it."
"Who's death?" Weiss asked.
Everyone looked to her.
"What? It's what we all were thinking."
"I won't say. I told the people who should know and that's it. Anyone else would just be destroying privacy." Jaune said with a grim face.
"Hmm." The sudden noise from behind Jaune caused him to jump a foot off the bench he was sitting on.
"God, Nora. You freaked me out." He panted, "What are you thinking about?"
"I wanna know what Ren's thinking about." The simple phrase drew attention to the quiet boy.
"I was thinking of a way that we could test this ability of Jaune's" He turned to his leader, "Was there any dream that happens at a time close to now?"
"A couple, why?"
"Uh, Jaune?" Ruby started, "Even I can get why. It's so if it happens then you have magical dreams and if it doesn't then you have an imagination." The other leader shrugged, "Both are totally fine."
"All of the ones in Beacon are going to be awkward though." Jaune whined, "I guess it doesn't matter; I get no privacy anyways. One dream was that Ozpin lost a small box somewhere in the cafeteria at dinner. He was panicking, oddly, and kept asking students for help."
"Huh, that's not gonna happen." Yang said, "Ozpin's on par with a robot when it comes to emotion."
"Another had Glynda going around door to door asking for advice…"
"I have to say that I doubt Professor Goodwitch would ever do such a thing." Weiss snorted.
"And the last dream in Beacon had Yang beating someone up."
"I…" Weiss paused mid-sentence, "I believe that one could happen. Yang can be a touch aggressive."
"Hey, whaddaya expect?" Yang threw her hands up, "I have a little sister and I have to protect her from all the curtain crossing men…"
"We already went over this." Jaune groaned.
"… and any others who would dare harm or defile her!" Yang looked around at the others, having stood up on her chair with a single fist in the air. "I did use defile right, didn't I Weiss?"
The heiress nodded slowly as her leader poked her shoulder gently. "What does defile mean?"
Weiss was obviously enraged at this point, removing a very thick leather-bound book and throwing it at Ruby, the girl falling over from the unexpected weight.
"What are these pages made out of?" she groaned, "Lead?"
"Ruby," the white haired girl spoke with a terrifying happiness, a twisted smile on her face. "you are going to the library to look up any words you might not understand. When you come back you should be able to have a civilised conversation without using me as a dictionary. And no X-Ray and Vav either; those will distract you from learning."
"B-but class starts in an hour! A-and you read the comics too…"
"Ah bup bup bup bup." Weiss' face hardened as she interrupted Ruby's whines, " You. Dictionary. Library. Now!"
Ruby vanished in an explosion of petals, no doubt running from the wrath of Schnee. Weiss let out a deep breath and settled down at the disappearance of the hyperactive girl.
"I think I know who I'm going to punch"
"Yang, you would only hurt somebody if they hurt Ruby." Weiss began explaining, "And that means that Jaune's dream showed something happening to Ruby, but if Ruby knew something was going to happen she would try to force it. I got rid of her so that we can plan."
"You could have still done it a little less rudely." Blake spoke again, "Ruby will be sulking for a while. But now," she closed the open book on the table in front of her, "Jaune should tell us what happens."
All eyes turned to the knight, causing him to blush and stumble over his words.
"W-well, I uh, I don't know who it is, but Yang punches them really, really hard." He winced, "the guy hits the wall hard enough to uh, kinda stick in it."
"Yes, yes, we all know Yang can punch hard." Weiss waved him off.
"What happened?" Blake finished, "Why did Yang hit the person? That's what we want to know."
"Ruby ran into him or her and they uh… they end up kinda... kissing."
"Where was she when this happened?" The voice was calm and neutral, somehow more terrifying than if it wasn't.
Yang Xiao Long was in a very dangerous mood.
"The hallway going to the library from Grimm studies, why?" Jaune took a moment to realise what he'd said, "Oh, no."
Yang finished the thought through gritted teeth.
"That's where Ruby is now."
The group was rapidly walking down the hallway, having already been told by Professor Goodwitch not to run, with as much speed as possible.
The expressions of the group were very diverse as they walked; Blake seemed uncaring, Ren was mildly interested, Nora was bouncing around excitedly, Weiss appeared intrigued and biting the inside of her lip while Yang was stomping determinedly and relentlessly. All the while Jaune was begging for forgiveness while Pyrrha tried to console him.
"C'mon Yang!" Jaune pleaded, "I know I should have realised sooner but it wasn't my fault I had the dream."
"It wasn't your fault." Pyrrha patted her leader on the back, "She doesn't blame you and you shouldn't blame yourself,"
"But I knew! I should have done more to stop it."
"Just because it's been accurate so far doesn't mean it will be now." Weiss spoke doubtfully, "She might not end up kissing someone."
"Are you worried too Weiss?" Pyrrha asked, "You seem… off."
"Oh!" Jaune exclaimed, "She's the one who sent Ruby to the library. She thinks Yang might blame her!"
"All of you shut it!" Yang growled, pulling all the attention to her.
"What is it Yang?" Blake asked softly.
Yang raised a hand, index finger outstretched. "Do you hear that?"
As everybody stopped moving they became aware of what Yang was speaking of; a slight rumbling mixed with a gentle breeze.
"Uh, yeah." Jaune spoke, confused. "What is it?"
The brawler sighed from her position at the head of the group, cracking her neck before crouching down into a wrestler stance.
"That's the sound of Ruby running. Everybody get to the sides of the hall."
"But Yang, wait!" Jaune lunged forwards grabbing Yang's shoulder, "You're going to grab her?"
"If that's what it takes to stop your little dream from happening, then yes."
"Yang," he was speaking urgently now, "It won't do anything; she runs into them. If you stop her now she'll just hit them later."
A glint of colour in the corner of his vision caught his attention. It was a swirl of red speeding down the hall with such speed that the petals in its wake were sent spinning away.
As Jaune looked towards it time seemed to slow down, letting him see that he was about to be hit.
'Well,' he thought to himself, "this is gonna hurt.'
Then he was hit and blacked out before his head even bounced on the ground.
End of Chapter 2
To be continued…
I'm sure everyone wants to know what happens to Jaune when he wakes up. Most likely something painful.
Until next time. By the way, I would sincerely enjoy any help I could get with my fics; Opinions, typos, actions I am prompt to do. I especially need help with a certain scene in Two Roses Chapter 2 where RWBY are shopping. For dresses. But I'm a guy. And I do not enjoy shopping.
-ScytheReaper
Post-Script: To anyone that reads this, I would implore you to read some of my other fics.
The Closed Diary was published last week and is based around Weiss.
Dark Descendants was also published last week and is about the Grimm and RWBY.
Cooling Flames is a tad... Darker. Features a first person story about Yang rated M. Do not read if you have a queasy stomach or want to have a good opinion of me.
Imperfection is to be Expected... I haven't even looked at it in ages. But people appear to think it is good. I do have to finish Chapter 4...