...Chapter 3...
~Three months ago~
On the Airship to Beacon Jaune and Morgana are taking a photo to celebrate. The two friends are happy and excited to finally start becoming legit Hunters. The Polaroid comes out of Morgana's camera.
"We made it Rainbow Snake, I almost can't believe it." A motion sick Jaune says while still in awe of the view. The two fist bump when she gives him nausea medication."Lookout Beacon, two unstoppable badasses are coming your way." Morgana quips while writing A Fresh Start! on the white part of the photo.
The two laugh with real mutual enthusiasm. The two look into each other's eyes when their faces are close to each other. Then Jaune panics as he faces away from her, face bright red. "S-so yeah, we made it! We're are gonna be huntsmen!" Says Jaune awkwardly avoiding eye contact with her. Morgana however, is unsure on the issue.
"I wonder what dad would think if he was still with us?" She quietly asks herself. She thinks about her father. Jaune gives her a hug to cheer her up.
"I'm sure he would be proud of you, Morgana. He was the coolest dude there was! Remember when he turned your thirteenth birthday into a mini-carnival? With actual rides and a petting zoo."
Thinking back to that day brings a smile to her face. "heheha! I remember a pony tried to mount you, and Eve tried to make out with you in the haunted house." Both of them start laughing about the whole thing.
"I don't know what was more awkward. The way she used that black forked tongue or the fact she wasn't devenomized yet. Just my luck I had a cut on my lip when she kissed. " Jaune says, thinking about how that kiss almost killed him. He still has a smile on his face thinking about Eve.
"Being a black mamba Faunus has its ups and downs." She gives him a sly wink. "~But don't worry buddy, a kiss from me won't hurt you.~" She says to him in a flirtatious tone. She leans in with her hand on his leg. "I heard a rumor we get to have a partner, Want to be mine?"
"That implies you're not my partner already?"
~Team JNPR Dorm - now~
Pyrrha is still awake at 3:00 AM texting Jaune. When are you coming back? Li Ren is woken up by the light from her scroll. "Pyrrha, go to sleep. Jaune can take care of himself." He frankly tells her. Pyrrha's only response is an awkward chuckle. "Yes, you're probably right Ren. I just wish he would call if he was staying out."
A ping goes off on her scroll, she got a text from Jaune.
"Sorry for the late text Pyrrha, We got WAY too drunk. But don't worry, me and Morgana got a hotel room to spend the night in. I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning."
Pyrrha drops her scroll on the floor in shock. "W-What!?" She stutters completely at a loss for words. Ren yawns as he picks up the scroll, reading the text. "I know that sounds bad without context, but don't jump to conclusions." He goes right back to sleep while Pyrrha lays there unable to do the same.
"Jaune ..."
~Hotel room~
Jaune puts his scroll on the counter. He finds his clothes on the floor, by the foot of the bed. "Thank you, God!" He also finds Morgana's underwear and clothing next to his, high-end black lingerie. His eyes nearly pop out of his head. After getting dressed, Jaune collects Morgana's clothes from all over the room. The rooster made a nest in her jeans and he had to fight the surprisingly badass chicken. The chicken kicks him across the room, he hits the wall with a loud thud.
"Did I get my ass handed to me by a chicken!?"He whips blood from the claw marks on his cheeks. Morgana comes out of the bathroom in a bathrobe.
"Jaune the fuck is going on out here?" She sees the rooster wiping the blood off his talons and Jaune on the ground. "Did you get your shit knocked out of you by a fucking rooster?" She asks, holding back laughter.
"This is not an ordinary rooster Morgana! I think it has an active aura." He sees a tiny collar on its neck with an ID tag. Jaune laughed so hard he starts crying after reading the roosters name. "AHAHAHA His name is Cockbite?!" The two laugh as Morgana helps Jaune back up. " HAHA Jaune you got cock-smacked!"
Cockbite the Rooster gives Morgana her jeans back. Her fake ID falls out of her pocket. Jaune picks it off the ground with a smirk at the name on it. "Kelly Hu, still funny that's the fake name you chose." He quips with a chuckle. Morgana gets an idea how to tease Jaune. A mischievous and seductive grin forms on her face as she pins him against the wall. Her robe coming undone slightly, slightly exposing her cleavage as it's pressed against his chest.
"~You're one to talk, Miles Luna.~" She sweetly purrs into his ear then playfully kissing his cheek. Jaune is frozen solid in place, his face as red as a tomato. Trying really hard not to look down at the soft F-cups pressed into him.
"OK Jaune, She's teasing you again. Nothing new, just have to stay calm!"
Morgana starts laughing when something pokes her. "You know Arc-Angel, I'm beginning to see this as a blessing in disguise. ~Wanna do something we'll both be glad we remember this time?~"
"l-l-like what?" Is all he can say in his frozen state. Morgana rolls her eyes.
"Jaune, I'm tired of tiptoeing around the clearly mutual attraction we have towards each other." She says getting serious about the issue. "For crying out loud Arc-Angel, we got blackout drunk and had most likely unprotected sex! You are my best friend Jaune, but I have these feeling for you that I don't completely understand." She lets him go to get back in bed. The covers over her head.
"I feel the same way, Morgana." Jaune finally getting over his shyness. He sits down next to her. "Morgana, I don't have a fucking clue what being in love is like. I have similar feelings you do. When I think about you, I freak the fuck out!" Morgana pokes her head out of the covers. Her eyes wide with shock and seems happy. "I always thought I was never good enough for you like I'm a clown! You are the coolest woman I've ever known back home! Which is why I'm VERY proud of myself for finally doing this."
He rips the blanket off her and French kisses her. Pinning her down while on top of her. Morgana wraps her arms around him as they both moan loudly. She flips the both of them over so she can be on top. Jaune takes his clothes back off, Morgana rips his boxers right off him. She starts to tease him again by undoing the tie on her bathrobe, agonizingly slow.
"How badly do you want me Arc-Angel?"
~Unknown Location~
In a dimly lit warehouse, Eve Basilisk waits with her personal Elite The Slayer Six. A ruthless team of Huntsman-Slayers who act as Eve's elite hit squad. A single one can turn a whole city to rubble, and in fact, each one has at some point done so.
"Well if it isn't The Slayer Queen herself." Roman Torchwick says stepping into the light, bowing in respect. His number two Neapolitan doing the same with pure terror written all over her face. Eve takes a polite bow in mutual respect for her fellow master criminal. "I hope the trip down from Atlas was smooth, Madam Basilisk." The White Fang that came with him get on their knees.
"Roman it's been far too long. How is Vail's number one criminal mastermind?" She asks Roman with a soft yet menacing voice. She sounds ominously motherly in her manner of speaking, even has a warm smile. "Now then the shipment of weapons we agreed on." With a snap of her fingers, Her men bring in large shipping crates. The kind used by transcontinental trading companies that weigh a ton. Slayer One, an eleven-foot tall hulk in a metal mask. He casually has one resting on his shoulder.
"This is the amount we agreed on, right?" Roman asks her while Neo slides a briefcase over to Eve. The Slayer Queen quickly inspects the money inside. She seems pleased with the amount.
"As always Roman darling, you are a pleasure to work with. I have the sincere hope and joy you use them to kill as many Huntsman as you can." Malicious smile forms with her plump permanently black lips. Her yellow eye glows as she disappears into the shadows. "After all, each and every one of them deserve death. Remember to be thorough and murder their families as well." She and her men vanish without a trace.
A VARY afraid Neo hides behind Roman. "I may not be a big fan of huntsmen myself but She REALLY hates them!"Roman gently pats her on the head. "Now how about we get some Sundaes, my treat?",Neo smiles.
A big black garbage bag is thrown at his feet, a load squish noise can be heard and blood drips out of it. On it is a note in Eve's handwriting.
Dear Roman, In this bag, is the deserter Tucson. My men took care of him for you as a gesture of good faith. Plus the White Fang take care of their own. Yours truly Eve.
One of Roman's henchmen opens the bag and immediately vomits. The rancid stench of rotting flesh seeps out. Roman holds his nose. "Someone clean this up before it starts to smell even worse!" Roman commands his White Fang goons. His face has visible disgust. "So much for my appetite!" Neo nods in agreement, no longer wanting that sundae. She even starts to look sick. "Yeah, I know this is gratuitous, even by my low moral standards. And I'm a Sociopath."
~Team JNPR dorm room~
Pyrrha is still awake, restless about Jaune being with another woman. She knows she is not in a relationship with him, but can't fight the feeling of envy within her. Ren wakes up to pee and he notices she is still awake.
"Pyrrha enough of this! If he is indeed with someone else in that way, you need to tell him how you feel or move on." He says in an annoyed tone, taking Pyrrha aback. "Love is a battlefield Pyrrha, treat it like one." He lays back down in his bed, Pyrrha does the same.
"Or don't, I'm sure he is in good hands."
~Hotel Room~
"OH GOD JAUNE, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING WITH YOUR WITH YOUR HANDS, BUT I FUCKING LOVE IT!" Jaune and Morgana are under the covers. The bed rocking, violently banging into the wall behind it. Both of them panting and moaning loudly.
"KRAKATOA!" both shout in unison.