A/N: So some people were actually fooled into thinking I would end it on Chapter 2. Ha! Ha, I say! Of course I'm not that much of a horrible person. We need some closure so here it is. The final chapter. I promise. I'd put in some frick-fracking but that's not something I'm comfortable writing due to... inexperience. Enjoy!
Comments and criticism, especially the latter, are greatly appreciated!
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Red Like Pyrrha Part III: Pyrrha with a Vengeance
"Pyrrha!" yelled Jaune, accompanied by Ruby as they searched the halls for the scraggily blond's partner. His shoulders slumped as he kicked the floor in frustration. Why had Pyrrha run off like that? Rubbing his thumb and forefinger, he still felt the dampness of the tear he had wiped off the ground. He had never once seen her cry and had no idea what could've caused it.
Jaune felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Ruby, smiling softly. "I'm sure she'll be fine, Jaune. Let's keep looking."
The blond nodded, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. "I'll take the left wing, you take the roof." Ruby nodded and the two team leaders went their separate ways, crying out the redhead's name to many a confused looking student's surprise.
Pyrrha sat on the rooftop, sobbing into her knees. Her long red covered her face so that even with her emerald eyes wide open, she only saw darkness. The thought of the other team leader sinking her claws into her beloved Jaune was despair inducing, but nowhere near as bad as the realization that he reciprocated those feelings. Screaming internally as she tried to fight back the tears, Pyrrha swore the day couldn't possibly get any worse.
"Pyrrha…?"
Jumping up and spinning to face the voice in a single smooth motion, the Amazon saw a short pale girl through her bleary eyes. "Oh, it's just you…" Pyrrha sat back down, this time sitting on the edge with her legs dangling off the roof. It seemed like an eternity ago she first took Jaune up here…
Weiss figured she could piece this particular puzzle together although was a little confused at how it brought Pyrrha to tears. "What did that dunce do this time?" she asked, walking up to sit next to the distraught redhead. "Did his cooking actually hurt?"
Pyrrha blinked, turning to the heiress. "N-No… What are you talking about, Weiss?" Cooking…?
"Oh no…" Weiss rested her head in her hands as she realized that she jumped to the wrong conclusion. "I mean… Nothing. Why are you so upset?"
Rubbing her tears on her sleeve, Pyrrha debated on whether to share with her cold companion. On the one hand, she was clearly close to Ruby and would probably take her side in the conflict. On the other hand, Pyrrha really needed to talk to someone about this.
"I think… I think Ruby is making a move on Jaune."
Weiss stared into her friend's bloodshot eyes for a few solid seconds before uttering a single syllable. "No."
"N-No…?"
Weiss sighed, her breath frosting in the winter's evening air before her. "No, Ruby isn't interested in Jaune. Well, not that way. Really she shouldn't even be interested in Jaune at al—"
Pyrrha interrupted Weiss's rambling by gripping her by the shoulders and looking at her with wide green eyes. "What do you mean?"
Weiss really didn't want to talk about it. In fact, she made Ruby swear an oath of silence over it. And yet, seeing how hurt and desperate a friend of hers was, she felt like she had no choice to tell her.
"Ruby and I… are girlfriends."
"Well, yes, you are close, but what does that have to do with Jaune?"
Weiss felt an annoyance grow inside her. "That's not what I mean. Ruby and I are going… are going… we're going to be dating soon, okay?!"
Pyrrha sat unmoving for a moment, processing this newly fed information. "Wait… So that means…"
Weiss was about to further explain just what that meant but was prevented by having all the air squeezed out of her when the Amazon crushed her with big hug. The redhead was now all wide smiles and gentle sobs. Weiss slapped her on the back, desperate to start breathing again as her pale face took on a slight purple hue. "Let… go…"
Pyrrha realized the cold skin of the heiress was growing colder and immediately drew herself away from her. "I'm sorry. I'm just so happy! Wait… You mentioned something about Jaune cooking earlier?"
Weiss was saved the embarrassment of trying to cover her tracks by the sound of a squeaky voice calling from behind the access to the roof. "Pyrrha! Pyrrha!" The door opened and a rather surprised Ruby emerged, seeing Weiss and Pyrrha looking back at her, noticing that the redhead was no longer crying. Ruby, not one to question a good thing, smiled at the duo. "Oh, hey guys! We were looking for you, Pyrrha!"
"I'm sure she figured that out by you shouting out for her," Weiss scowled. "I'm going to assume you and the other dolt are who you mean by 'we', right?"
"Yeah, Jaune was really sad about making you cry, Pyrrha," Ruby said, her voice shrinking. "He really likes you, you know? I mean, he prepared—"
"Ixnay on the innerday!" exclaimed Weiss, shooting a venomously glare at her partner, who covered her own mouth in shock of almost giving away the surprise. Pyrrha raised an eyebrow as she slowly sauntered up to the younger girl.
"You know… you were part of the reason I was so upset, Ruby Rose," she whispered, an almost sinister smirk growing on her face. "So I think I'm owed an explanation?"
"Hehehehe… Oh biscuits."
Jaune was feeling relieved after getting the message from Ruby, saying Pyrrha had been found and was feeling better. He did have a slight tingling feeling of dread due to the fact that it wasn't his partner sending the message and his friend hadn't ended it with her customary winking emoticon. But the important thing was that Pyrrha had been found and was feeling better. As he approached the dorm room, he froze, realizing that in his fevered search he had forgotten to warn Nora and Ren to clean up the room. Bracing for the worst, he slowly pushed open the door.
The room was pitch black but for the soft warm glow of candles. The small group dinner table had been set up with a gorgeous crimson tablecloth that Ren claimed was an ancient family heirloom. Considering how many of Ren's items were 'ancient family heirlooms', Jaune was beginning to doubt the legitimacy of these claims as excuses for getting the clumsier members of the team from touching them.
"You made me cry, Jaune Arc."
Spinning around, he saw a pair of gorgeous emerald eyes staring back at him from a dark corner of the room that the candles' light had not quite reached. But there was no mistaking who spoke to him in such a soft and forgiving tone. Yet still, Jaune knew he had done her wrong somehow and the guilt came crashing down on him once again. "I'm so sorry, Pyrrha… I don—"
She moved with a speed that the blond boy could never hope of matching, placing a single soft finger on his lips. Having silenced him, she grinned. "But that was in the past. You need to think of the present and the future. And how you are going to make it up to me."
Jaune audibly gulped as the fierce yet kind redheaded warrior pulled him closer and reached a hand around the back of his neck, pulling his head down and closer to her own. Jaune's face rapidly turned a hue of red darker than Pyrrha's hair, which he felt his hand running through with a mind of its own. He could feel her soft breath washing over his face and her eyes shimmering with a thousand different emotions. But what he noticed most was her own reddening face. I must be as red as she is, he thought as their lips finally locked.
