Back in Ozpin's office - quiet and calm if one excused the soft clanks of grinding metal surrounding the floor and ceiling and the rattling sounds from a certain man behind his desk. The very owner of the room mumbles to himself as he madly types away on his stationed scroll, his overly due work of at least two days' worth of filed documents continues to pile up. All patched up and ready for an extra round of punishment, his fingers simultaneously followed each passing press of keys, making afterimages that looks as if the he grew another set of hands. If it weren't for his unnatural talent of keen observation and patience, he would've likely lost track of what needs to be put from front to back – the coffee was a definite plus to his efforts in finishing up his schedule.
His hands of incredible speed went up a gear in silent desperation to get back what's really important, such as his well-deserved rest, or in his case a dirt nap, but he recalled a lost conversation he had with a certain blonde. Now who was it, Ozpin mentally scratches his head. Blonde, blonde, blonde… Glynda? He clicks his tongue. With no luck, he didn't have the chance to talk with her for nearly 6 days, give or take. She was obviously adamant against his ideas – honestly not the first time this happened in their time with one another - but this was a bit much even for him. If he lost her support, he'd surely lose his position and reputation as headmaster. He inwardly cursed his excessively growing workload.
Blonde… male…
"Ah yes, him," he chuckled to himself. How could I forget? Jaune Arc, the one who will be either be a benefit or a hell storm for Beacon. A promising young student who can transform into a prodigy or at least perform enough to withstand the arduous journey that is being a hunter.
A week passed ever since the new compromise was made between Ozpin and Jaune, and it was time to assign him his very first teacher, whoever that person maybe. And so came the challenging part of his day - who will be his first?
All of the regular professors are busy to the brim – probably buried in paperwork much like himself - and since he was partially responsible in injuring some of them, even if he wasn't even conscious during the carnage, this is only just the beginning of an already strenuous semester. It'll be borderline impossible for the regulars in the academy, but that doesn't stop him from using alternative people… His students are the most viable option. Yes, a thought settled inside him. Maybe someone in RWBY? Perhaps the CRDL? How about the CFVY? Anyone at all? What does Jaune have to learn first is the better question.
Well, second to his extreme inability to fight against even the weaker level Grimm, Jaune doesn't have much knowledge of anything either, but he's no cannon fodder. He can adjust to those conditions, so cramming the wondrously painful amount of topics that start from the basics to intermediate conditions should be a cake walk for him, so long as he is not rebellious with the courses. One thing's for sure, he at least has to know about Dust. A bulb lit in his head – it was so obvious. Oh, oh right. There's her…
There's definitely one person for the job.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you're asking the impossible Professor Ozpin."
"And that would be?"
"Educating a complete mook," a white haired princess harrumphed. "Helping someone like Jaune of all people in the kingdom is the very last thing on my list to-do list."
Before this difficult situation reared its ugly mug, Weiss never expected to be called into Ozpin's office for something as menial and trivial as this. Offered a seat, some tea, and all the pampering a guest should have, this revelation was quite the downer for her curiosity. She hoped for something like an award, or that he finally realized that she deserves to be the leader of RWBY – not some childish airhead who she swore has ADD. She at least expected some deal, a trade even, or a bargain. It wasn't even a request. He simply said "I need you to guide Jaune Arc – yes, that Jaune Arc - on the history of Dust." Even if she were given a week, Weiss couldn't list the reasons why this won't bode well. And of course, in her mind, she replied with "hell no! I'd rather play Remnant: The Game against Yang for the rest of my life than be any longer than an hour with him!" But no would have to suffice.
"But it's on the list, is it not?" his lips curled upward when the rapier wielding girl stared him down, or wanted to since she's planted her rear firmly on her chair. Damn his height, and damn him for interrupting her infernal annoyance against everyone.
"Harr harr, Professor Ozpin, but humor doesn't imply having a silver tongue," she lightly barked back, so close did she stuck out her tongue and not any playful way. "I won't do it."
"Does having silver hair count?"
She sighed, rubbing her temples in soothing circles. I don't have time for this. "I respect you sir - I really do - but I think we both know what my decision is. Will you respect my choice?"
Of course, he wasn't one to give in to anyone, especially if it's his students. "I would - I really would – but I think we both know we can benefit from this." He gazed past her in contemplation. "At least I will benefit from this." His confidence radiated from his straight face.
…Dick.
"And what would that be?" she drawled, shaking her head. Ha! Such an absurd excuse to prolong the inevitable.
"This," he flipped a card, his fingertips clasped its corners, revealing what appeared a card of some sort, and it looks almost like her credit card…
My credit card!
Instinctively, she shuffled through her pockets, only to find that her card was still resting in her dress. Her shoulders slacked, but it didn't answer why he had such an important item, the conniving bastard.
"You thought I stole yours, didn't you," he chuckled as he flipped around the card between his digits, "but this is more than meets the eye." He leaned back against his seat, ignoring Weiss' pouty face. "This one is linked to your family's bank account, but there's no restrictions whatsoever. How does that sound?" He stared deeply into her eyes, as if waiting for a predictable retort.
"Neither is mine."
"And that's where you're wrong," he immediately countered as he felt like he had to take away the bold girl from being so arrogant. "Your father controls the cash flow in yours. And at any time of the day, he can - no - he will cancel your access to your account. Imagine, a Schnee without their money is like a beast without its fangs and claws." He shifted his tone. "You've become too reliant on it."
She couldn't help but bit her lower lip. "You don't know my father."
"Are you pulling my cane?" he almost giggled at his words as he noticed the refreshed anger of her eyes. He had to calm her down somehow. "Where do you think I get the Dust for running the academy's electricity - from my backyard?"
Her pupils went in circles at the comment, but being rude would obviously not sway him. "You only know him from a business point of view. I knew him ever since I came into this world," her curiosity got the best of her as she inspected the card, "so I know you either compromised with him in exchange of this item, or this could be forgery." She wished it was, but there's no denying that this card's design is authentic – the Schnee icon and silver seal of the company approval flashed from the luminescent room. A genuine piece that showed that this is only available within family members. How did he get this?
"If you're wondering, I'll give you a hint: it's not your father."
No doi, Weiss said in her head. "It's from someone who's cold to the touch, or so to speak." Much to her relief, she exhaled all of the air in her lungs. The last thing she needed is more "assistance" from him.
"So it's my sister's doing?" she whispered in anticipation.
"Who else?" he looked amused when Weiss' couldn't stopped shaking in joy, only to stop and clear her throat, a tad red in the face.
"I'm almost thrilled from hearing that." That made him raised a brow of the sudden loss of tension from her face – a sparkle in her pupils. He wondered if he should tell Winter about their relationship with each other, either than recognizing this as a one-sided connection.
"This one," he pointed the card, "is free from his surveillance, free from his power, and if you agree to teach a certain 'mook', it's all yours."
She remained idle, her eyes stuck on the credit card. "What makes him so important that you're willing to go this far?" Should she be worried about this?
His eyes met hers. His showed a vulnerability, a chink in the armor. Quite likely Ozpin was reminiscing something in his past, but his playful smile distracted her too well to catch anything else. "Everyone has a role on the chessboard, even you, Weiss."
So she was a chess piece to him, a pawn maybe. "A-are on it, Headmaster?"
"Of course not," he shook his head at the inquiry, "I'm the player." Of course he is. Her mind was still filled with questions that he might deny. She may as well ask.
"And your opponent?"
His lips stretched until he bared a bit of bright white teeth. "Cortana." Her brow twitched, a sign of confusion, yet she didn't detect a tone or expression of lies from him.
"Who?" her hand raised in a way to say she doesn't really know who that person is. Still, somehow, it sounded familiar to her.
As if he became a mime, he pretended to zip his mouth, flicking his invisible slider, smiling as if he's the only one who knew. "…I can't tell if you're messing with me, or you're just… daft, but fine," she frowned as she gripped her prize to a breaking point, "I-I'll enlighten Jaune about Dust."
Bleh! Her inner persona gagged at the image. Meeting at a close proximity with no one on her team to compensate the idiot was considerably intolerable to her. I can't believe I said that! I need some mouthwash!
"That doesn't explain why he couldn't just, you know, do it himself. He can read, can't he? Or do I have to teach him the alphabets too," she couldn't help but tease about the incompetent boy, her inner self still gagging from her previous sentence.
"There's books and then there's experience," he sighed, weighing the two concepts with his flat hands as a scale, "and you did not just read through everything related to that topic; you lived with it. And now I want you to share it, expand it, and present it, etcetera." Ozpin pushed a piece of paper towards her. It appeared to be a contract. He bent his fingers, releasing a resounding crack in the air, and typed away on his keyboard.
"Just sign your signature on the bottom line, and this agreement will be concrete. You'll be seeing him tomorrow in the first room in the lecture hall after your classes. I also gave a contract to Jaune a week before today; this won't be a one-sided deal."
Already ahead of time, she skimmed through each paragraph. Teach Jaune about Dust, help him control it, then receive her reward. The rest were simply additives that is to improve their relations with each other, but they seem to be the more challenging part than the main purpose of the contract. Of course, everything checked out as planned – nothing that would screw her over - so she pressed onto the sheet with her pen. What's done is done, and she didn't see a single loophole that would work against her at the moment. "There, the arrangement is sealed."
"Excellent, your lesson should last you the rest of the day."
"Only for a day?" She raised one finger to confirm his words.
"Only for a day," he emphasized by waving a finger back at her.
She couldn't help but feel complimented and insulted at the same time. On one hand, he thinks she's capable enough to cram all of her years of knowledge into the walnut sized brain of a monkey. In the other hand, it's as if her entire studies in Dust is reduced to a measly half a day. Nonetheless, she stood up, and bowed. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity."
"It's no problem at all," he said with a nod, his mind holding him back from responding with a curtsy. "Don't have too much fun with this opportunity."
"I doubt that," she remarked. As she scaled down to the last floor of the building, Ozpin pulled out his scroll, prepared to text to the soon to be excited knight about his soon-to-be ordeal.
Man, oh man, did she doubt it. She was outside of her assigned classroom right after her schedule's been taken care of. She had everything setup for this occasion, hiding this "mission" of hers from the disgustingly interrogating eyes from her teammates – all of them knew she had a stubborn mouth, but they insist on the inquiries. Barraged by Ruby and Yang with questions that kept repeating even near their bed time. "Why were you called in Ozpin's office," the two sisters hammered the same interrogation over and over again. She would have to thank Blake for her neutral silence. Hell, she even has her case full of her own set of Dust.
Today was tomorrow, and, lo and behold, behind the double doors was Jaune who sat on the front row, bashing buttons, followed by a lengthy dialogue of profanity on his scroll with what appeared to be a fighting game on the screen. Most likely frustrated from getting his ass handed to him, her supposed student wasn't even aware of her, even if she was only a few steps away from the raging player. Not even her incessant tapping against the hard wooden floor with her heels grabbed his ears.
"Oh, you are so going down! Taste my unbreakable combo you cheating mother-"
"Ahem!" her voice echoed through the walls; sharp was it so that her tone reached right into his ears, managing to snap his attention back to reality.
And as he made eye contact, her stomach dropped; that face said many things, but they all made her feel one thing: annoyed. No, contempt – definitely along those lines that made her wish he could just quit smiling at her like a fly drawn by an ultraviolet lure.
"Why hello there, Snow Angel," Jaune played it cool as he placed his feet on top the table, if it wasn't for the scroll that shouted "You loser!" at him in max volume, followed by a nasal laughter from the victorious player. He was as charming as usual – not a spec of originality from him came to mind. The irritated angel walked past him, dragging what appeared to be a rolling case, but his eyes never moved away from her. "I don't have time to listen to your failed attempts of flirtation, so save that angel backwash when this is over. Or better yet, don't address me that way ever again. You'd be aiding me quite a lot."
His excitement never left him, even if she stared him down harshly. "I can't promise that last part, but Weiss is almost as good," he winked with a thumbs up.
Oh my Ohm, he freaking winked; all he's missing is a twinkle on the corner of his eye. If she had to bite her tongue any harder, she believed it would shoot out through her teeth like a runaway bullhead and splattered the rows behind him with bits of his brain and her mangled appendage.
"Are you saying the name my father and mother gave me is lesser than your incessant nicknames?"
"Of course not, Weiss," he proclaimed. "I just think you're something more than a name. You deserve a title! Or at least an honorific. Maybe 'Queen', or something like 'Goddess'. Oh, oh, or maybe 'my-"
"Jaune?" she called out his name, getting his attention again - her blood sugar levels raised to a clotting pressure.
"Yes my-?"
"Shut. Your. Mouth." She grinded her teeth, trying to intimidate him. She had no desire to know what comes after "my", and she's certainly not giving him the hope for it. However, this backfired as he only saw her in a delicate light, if he excused the time her butt nearly shattered his spine. Ah, he'll never let that out of his thick skull.
In a lazed response, he slid his index and thumb across his mouth, zipping it, which irked her enough to clicked her tongue in disapproval. She swore he's a distant relative to Ozpin somehow.
"Okay then," she began as she stood behind the board, her temper dropping to acceptable levels, writing her question in the black surface. "Let us start with the basics," she finished jotting with her chalk, "what is Dust?" She waited for him to answer, but it never came out of him for half a minute.
"…"
"Any day now would be great," she advised, watching his weird charade with his hands, his mouth still sealed. Are you kidding me?
"You may speak." You freaking numbskull.
The quiet knight pretended to unzip his lips. "Is it energy?"
Thankfully, his answer was beyond her expectations. Not that he was just stupid, but even his weapon is primitive by today's standard, so it would also be expected if he only knew Dust as only an energy source. "You are correct – a bit elementary, but it's the main idea. Now that you understand this much, and that we have several hours or so, you will learn its importance and harness its powers. Hopefully, you know how to control your Aura. It's absolutely, positively, extremely vital that you know the latter." Noticing the sweat running down his forehead, she couldn't help but gasped and scolded at the same time, which wasn't very difficult to her. "For the love of Ohm, please tell me you know how to control your Aura."
"Haha, Okay," Jaune scratched the back of head, not really accomplishing a very impressive promise. She glared into his very psyche, causing his back to hunch over. "I deserve whatever you dish out at me."
"You didn't even try to make it reassuring," Weiss huffed and crossed her arms. It's been only 5 minutes, so why does it feel like an eternity? She put the effort into bringing some of her supplies of Dust, read up about teaching of all things, avoided herself from Ruby's childlike curiosity and Yang's incessant elbow jabs, and this is what she gets: a dunce without a dunce cap. "I actually expected more from you," she whispered solemnly. "Maybe I'm just not competent enough to teach you." If it were Winter, Jaune would be focused and listened to every instruction from her, no matter the cost. As her eyes became distant and blurry, something in Jaune lashed at him. It barraged him for making for her feel this way, and he has to accomplish what he signed up for. He'd be an even bigger idiot not to.
His nervous grin slowly rotated upside down - his eyes hardened. "I only got this Aura thing recently, but I will definitely do whatever I can to learn from you!" His voice rose, pushing away Weiss' doubt in herself.
"Please," he removed himself and walked towards her, "I want nothing more than be a better man for myself, and for you," He lowered himself, kneeling down on all fours in front of her. Ah, that sounded off to him, but he was too immersed in receiving her approval.
"W-w-what are you doing?!" she stuttered in surprise and in hidden amusement. She expected him to apologize, but not like this, nothing like this at all. Well, maybe a little bit like this, but with her laughing and him crying a waterfall as he self-loathes himself.
"I'm so sorry, Weiss. I know that I'm no good for anything, but please accept this idiot in your lesson. I promise to keep quiet," his head rested on the waxed floor, but the reflected eyes Weiss saw was determined.
If her cheeks weren't blushing now, then it was surely flaming from embarrassment. How lucky for her that his face was facing down, or who knows how much discomfort she'll feel. No one's ever kneeled before her on all fours; although a day never passed without her thinking about it. Not even her butler or maids from her home did something like that when they asked for forgiveness, and the first one to do that was the person she's not remotely social with, let alone cared about.
But it was, to her astonishment, not a bad feeling – it was almost empowering. Well, so long as there's no one around here peeking at the two from the door. And maybe it was the honesty in his tone, or the very submissive position he put himself in, but it showed faith and discipline. Something in the stream of consciousness told her that she should thank Glynda for this behavior…
"You idiot," she whispered sternly, but it was loud enough to make the kneeling knight flinch. She reached out to his chin and lifted his head to look at her. He didn't resist - he surely didn't mind gawking at her closely. There was hope that this could work out after all. "Get up, sit back on your seat, and be amazed at my knowledge," she said it with renewed confidence.
Jumping back on his feet, he saluted. "Yes ma'am!" She immediately cringed at him. Huh, that didn't sit well with her. Calling her "ma'am" made her feel way too… out of character. She almost preferred Snow Angel.
"Please, Jaune," she pushed him back to his seat, "just call me Weiss."
This had to be a dream because if this wasn't a dream, then she's sure that she's a figment in someone else's imagination. For a while now, her jaw unhinged at how well this was progressing, and much to her amazement, it's only been a few hours. As if Jaune was possessed by a bookworm with photographic memory, he was able to catch up with her oral lecture and review back in 100% accuracy, as if each chapter was etched into his heart. She had to condense all of her topics into subsections as he grasped the theories behind them quite well – almost too well that she wondered why has he been slacking off and wasting such potential. It was no wonder he was accepted into Beacon; push him hard enough, and he would turn into a devoted student. Everything she threw at him, Jaune will happily catch them with ease. From the history to even the elemental and physical properties, he should ace the exams related to this theme… and she was having fun. Sure, he's a milestone from her own brilliance, but Jaune pushed her to try harder than she ever will alone. Truly, she can accept him for now. And it has been so long since she's conversed with someone who could have equal if not greater interests in the advancement of Remnant's greatest resource for humankind alike.
"What?!" Jaune exclaimed. "They were used as drugs?!"
Weiss couldn't help but snicker at his surprised expression as they were near their scheduled break; they had to rest up for a few minutes until they can go again without draining their mental stamina. "Yes, but the funny thing was that it was discovered by accident. Remember how one can embed crystals inside themselves to attain the power of the said type of element?" Jaune nodded to confirm; it was a dangerous method to utilize it, and it could very well be like distributing dynamite throughout one's body. It was a spontaneous and foolish way to get power, for the risks weighed much more than the pros. One said source reported that it the weak willed will be slowly eaten away by the Dust, and one's Aura will be absorbed until they were turned into husks of their former selves, yet it never deterred anyone who seeks authority and strike fear to anyone who stands as an obstacle.
"Well, this type of practice was barbaric, primitive even," she shook her head with pity, "but if one were to finely grind the crystals more granular than sand, it was reported that once it was injected inside of you, you will attain this incredible burst of energy that exceeds the initial procedure, and the effects are temporary as well – around a few hours' average. This makes its usage extraordinarily effective in dire situations… but it's beyond more useless than you might think." Weiss sighed as she recalled reading about this occurrence in her private studies.
"Imagine it - all of that finely grinded Dust inside of you, draining, eating you alive," the princess inspected the paling blonde in great delight, "but you will never have that feeling ever." The once jittering teen looked at her with a questioning gaze. "Dust doesn't simply enhance one's abilities. It flows through and manipulates the brain to incite hallucinations, dreams, and of course it produces an extremely fast rate of dopamine, creating what is considered the most euphoric rush anyone could ever have in a lifetime. In some cases, it can create memory loss, and in very rare scenarios, it can completely alter their personality in a 180."
"D-does this still happen to this day?" Jaune couldn't believe that anyone would be willing to go through such an experience and go back to it. Then again, in some small villages, narcotics would be their only way of profit and living.
"Oh, most definitely," she smirked as she thought about the result. "There are still people who act like Neanderthals, so it's not uncommon to hear people who would sometimes attack on the streets of small towns in a delusional frenzy. Of course, there are those who can handle it better," the small but noticeable sadistic part of the pure white dressed charmer grinned darkly, "but it cannot be used often. Well, rather if it was used more than a few times a day on a daily basis or even injected with more than the needed dose…" the air in the room became dead still so that only the inquisitive knight can hear his alarmingly fast beating heart, waiting for his snow angel who was passively checking at her nails. What was she going to say? He noticed that he stopped breathing, and when he opened his mouth to let air out-
"BLAM!" she shouted deafeningly as she clapped her hands as hard she could at his face, shocking and stirring Jaune's already fragile heart.
"AAHH!" he screamed in return and fell onto the ground.
"Hehehaha!" with a cute and high pitched tone, Weiss chortled at the frightened state that was Jaune with a clutched stomach who was still holding onto his chest in search of a hole, in case his heart didn't jump too far off from his rib cage. "Oh my Ohm, that was the funniest thing expression I've ever seen on your face ever! Haha!" the way she giggled at him only soothed him as he knew that she at least had a sense of humor, even though it was a disheartening one.
"Haha," he laughed with her in return, "you got me there with that joke. For a second there, I thought what you've said actually happened!"
"Oh, oh Jaune," she composed herself from letting out anymore unnecessary exhales, "that was all true. You didn't think I would lie to you at this point, did you?" She searched for any doubts from Jaune.
"Oh," now a little bit more panicky, he had to ask her, "so that thing you did with your hands-"
"I meant that whoever abuses it will explode like a premature firework, yes," Weiss nodded and emphasized it by clapping again… He pondered how he should approach this "joke", but she got ahead of him when she looked up at the clock. "Ah, it looks like we're back to learning about what's really important." Weiss said to herself, but she showed a small smile to her student. "I hope you have enough stamina to keep up because now I'm going to get serious," she smirked at him with a sparkle in her eye.
Heart attack mode engage…
The teaching proceeded like usual, the tension from the beginning vanished from the classroom and was replaced by Weiss' extreme elation about the technological advancement with Dust and Jaune growing infatuation on knowing more about her. There was no doubt in her on how he was accepted to such a prestigious school, yet he didn't stop looking as her with new founded life, as if he was driven only from her acknowledging him. What mostly disturbed her was that he seemed to be relishing every second of it – both the subject and her presence. The worst part was that she didn't mind it since she was only focused on finishing up the rest of the lesson, which reminded her.
"You're doing incredibly well for someone like yourself," Weiss admitted how he was far more capable than she'll ever be at this rate, "but we're not done until you do this last task." She read him well enough that she foresaw the knight hyperventilating and gasping because it's time.
"It's about time that you should learn how to use Dust!" She opened up her case and unloaded what appears to be a hand sized gray uncut crystal, so it's a Dust with an ice property. "This is probably the safest you can try, since this reacts solely on how much Aura you applied to it." He had to agree, considering that the other elements, even the earth was sensitive on how it wanted to be manipulated; they're too volatile for him to use and at least ice is a slow reactant with Aura. The only way he could even mess up is if he can concentrate a large and instant amount of Aura into the Dust. If he can even do something that advance, the very owner of it would be immobilized for long periods of time. After what was about 6 hours of speedy sessions, he can expect himself to graduate her class with flying colors, but even he felt overwhelmed by this supposedly simple initiation.
"But I don't know how to do that," Jaune trudged lightly, knowing that if there's a misstep, he'll be landing on a minefield, "it's all just automatic for me. I mean the best that I could currently do with it I injure myself and let it heal me. I don't even know the first step in even unleashing the energy. I don't-"
"Jaune!" she interrupted him. "I know exactly what you're going through. In fact, I had the same thought when I first used it for my Myrtenaster when I was 7 years old. It was expected from my parents and sister for me to even use my glyphs on the first try."
"And what happened?" his anticipation expanded. He wanted to hear her trial and error in hopes that he can relate to her more.
"Obviously I winged it and controlled my weapon and glyphs without a problem on my first attempt." Whatever expectations he had for himself dropped on a whole new level. She controlled her weapon and semblance on her first damn try.
Realizing that she sounded like a smug elitist, she tried to rephrase her statement without denting his emotion. "Look, what I'm trying to address is that if I can do something like that, without even using the Dust raw on my first try, then I'm a hundred percent certain that even someone like you can release the energy in this crystal on your very first time as well." Still deflated, Jaune could only nod and walked up to her, but nonetheless he motivated himself.
"Let's pray that I don't 'freeze' myself over on this one."
She was mad at him before, but to joke so terribly took the cake. She's only glad that this won't be a permanent arrangement. "…You know, you're almost as terrible as Yang," a low groan escaped from her lips.
"Haha, thanks!" he scratched the back of his head from her unintended compliment.
Grabbing his arms suddenly, she placed the stone between his two palms and enclosed it so that only a small exit between his thumbs can show the glass-like item from the top. Her hands, albeit beautiful in nature, carried a firm hold around his fingers. The warmth from it was inviting. "Now, I want you to calm your head and relax yourself. Making yourself tense will only frustrate you." This was a fast start, but he tried to inhale and exhale slowly, thinking about nothing, feeling nothing, and only stared at the round gem in both his and her teacher's grasp. "Good, now I want you to concentrate on looking at the crystal in your hands. Let the life inside of you focus into that one point you're peering at, and your Aura should travel into it."
"Alright," he began to stare intensely, doing nothing but just that with an empty conscious.
Several seconds passed by, but not even her hands felt the slightest bit chilly. It should be reacting to his life-force, and since he had his Aura unlocked, this should circulate through him naturally. So why isn't the stupid thing reacting!? A small part of her was disappointed at herself, for this was her professional field. She's an expert, yet she somehow can't get his Aura to flow through the damn thing. She shook her head in denial. No, she has to get this to work!
"Jaune, keeping doing what you're doing," she let go, much to Jaune's dismay, and she instead decided to-!
"Whoa there!" he nearly squeaked at Weiss' frisky hands patting around his upper torso. She had to find the source of his life, or in this case, she tried to find the most concentrated area that his Aura would most often circulate through. This way, she could guide him to where he should direct the power. "I'm not ready for that yet!" his blood pumped to a higher rate.
Not really getting the message across, she continued where she left off. "Just ignore me for a while. I'm trying to feel you."
"Phrasing!" he squirmed as his skin shivered at her non-top pressing around his abdominals.
"Oh shut up. You're wearing armor for goodness sake. Simply look back at your hands. Oh, that reminds me," she muttered when she let her free hand roam back to Jaune's clasping hands. "I have to make sure I can feel the change in temperature. After this, it should confirm your prowess and end your lesson. You'll thank me later." But without acknowledging his uncomfortable expression, his arms grew stiff from her very daring actions. And much to Weiss' very own dismay, she couldn't sense where the power is coming from. Usually, something like an Aura would be developed inside an organ, or even multiple organs. Generally, it would either the heart, liver, or stomach, but she couldn't feel anything in them. If that's the case, she would have to reach higher.
"Weiss, not that I want to complain, but I don't think what you're doing is helping me. In fact, I'm starting to get tense from this," he swooned. Not even buying it or believing him, she just raised her arm high enough to touch Jaune's right cheek, which startled him, but he unconsciously rested his it on her palm.
Aha! She found where most of the energy is coming from, and unsurprisingly to her, it was between his ears - so dense was his life-force. Packing this much amount of Aura was unforgivable! This could explain some of his unrecognizable talents. Just as she was about to tell him what to do next, Jaune's nervousness was simply too much for him, and the next then that happened frightened him.
From her touch, his body reacted so violently that his Aura went full gear. First, it channeled throughout his skin, making both the crystal and his snow angel absorb what he unwilling let loose. He then felt like he's holding onto a lump of ice, which triggered Weiss' astonishment.
"Oh! I felt it!" she happily exclaimed as the Dust started to glow and emit a cold air. "Looks like you didn't need my assistance after all. I knew you could do it! See, it was easy!" It was something to celebrate, but it didn't stop there, unfortunately, for her sudden happiness turned into instant regret and heat. Like a maddening ray of light was centered on top of her, she felt hot to the core, and her chest hurt from the increasing pounding from her heart. Her hand touching him felt especially burning, but it was almost like it wanted to stay there, comfortable from it where it's resting… Just what is this?
"Awesome! You're right, it wasn't so bad after all," was what he wanted to proclaim, but his attention was elsewhere. "Hey Weiss, are you alright you don't look so good. Well, I mean you obviously look great, but your face seems like it's heating up," unbeknownst to her, she felt a hand resting on her forehead. Without effort, her eyes locked onto his concerned vision, and by that alone she melted inside. This peaceful and hot comfort hazed her mind.
"Jaune," she whispered to him, not letting go of her position, "I-I want." Her fractured sentence confused the worrying knight.
"What do you want, Snow Angel?" he begged for her answer, still feeling the temperature on her head. Is she sick or ill? It couldn't be, since the symptoms are never this instant. It could be something worse. He might have to asked a nurse in Beacon, but he surveyed the room, only to realize that the place is dense with fog or mist from the Dust in his hand. Well that's weird. He didn't expect himself to be capable of making the crystal work to this extent. He felt his hand tighten from Weiss' own grip… this sensation was similar to when Pyrrha held onto him. Not good...
"Uh, maybe you should lie down. You know, calm down a little until I get the nurse to check up on you." Her unblinking yet dim eyes were stuck on him. She wanted to be even closer, to close the gap and let the hot skin heat up some more… but there was also this unrivaled rage inside of her that could equally match this infectious lust. This nagging enmity which relentlessly tells her to stop doing what she's doing right now, or else she will regret it forever.
It kept telling her to stop.
"I want…" her voice was dwindling, but a hasty hiss passed her teeth – the other emotion surfaced, "you to STOP CALLING ME SNOW ANGEL!" She snatched the Ice Dust from his hands and turned the testing item into a lethal glowing cannon of fury. Oh shit!
"Waitwaitwait!" he waved at her to stop from what she's about to do, but it was almost as if she couldn't hear anything from him. It was like she transformed into some feral beast, and her prey just so happened to submit to its whims.
"Go AWAY!" she snapped at him, her icy object shot at him like a repeating shotgun, all of which aim at his chest. Blast after blast, Jaune had flown off the and crashed on one of the seats while she kept wailing at him with short bursts of large chunks of frozen water.
The sound of the destruction echoed throughout every corridor of the building. The ground shook, which was amazingly difficult to achieve, but she kept going until her student has now become an unsweetened Arc-sicle. From his shoulders to his toes, he was frozen all over, except for his shivering head, which let out a small moan of pain and numbness.
"I can't feel anything," he said while his teeth chattered.
"Good," the assaulter yelled at him with tapped fury. Ignoring him entirely, she went packing up her case. As she loaded her stuff and walk right past him, she slightly rotating her neck and glaring at the freezing knight. "Stay away from me or you'll have your head mounted on my wall, you disgusting, useless, insignificant, perverted oaf!" Probably her last comment to him, she proceeded to stomp away and make her way through the door, catching anyone's attention who crosses with her.
"…W-w-what the h-hell?" He feared this maybe the end for him as the freezing pain took over his utter confusion; he teared up, but icicles cling onto his eyelids. Ah, I think I can see the light…
What felt like an agonizing eternity, Jaune heard the door creaked, and it was a convenient yet unexpected guest.
"R-R-Ren!" Jaune called out for his only male friend. "Buddy, you gotta get me out of here before I die of hypothermia! Or worse!"
Ren went wide-eyed at Jaune for brief second, taking in the atmosphere and observing his friend's pained expression as if the blonde was betrayed, and like a bro, he drew out his StormFlower and shot the pillar of ice that kept him a prisoner. After several shots of speeding lead, the hardened ice shattered, leaving Jaune to recover himself, but he was still cold to the touch.
"T-thank you! I owe you one! P-praise the school for letting student walk around with live ammunition rounds!"
"I would like to know what happened here," Ren began his questioning. "Everyone could hear the commotion, and I'm certain that this will not be the last time I'll ever see Weiss that livid." From what he recalled, Weiss was stomping in the hallway, grinding her teeth, seething to the point that even Ren who was approaching the scene felt his spine bent itself straight as he passed her.
"S-so you saw h-her," the knight sighed as he rubbed his body for warmth, "and did s-she say anything?"
"Other than calling a certain someone a tremendous pervert to herself," he noticed Jaune hanging his head, "I got nothing else." Carefully, he picked the freezing blonde up and began guiding him out of the frozen lecture room. From holding on, he gained back some body heat; he wanted to hug him for the help, but that would be too awkward as it was.
"It's going to be a weird story. Just so you know, I have absolutely no idea how this could have possibly happened. Apparently, I was both the perpetrator and the victim. And I know that this misfortune will be a long one." The red streaked hair companion had to only nod, for he too agreed that this will not be the end... And he expected himself to pick up the mess on the way.
Jaune, for most of his time on this planet, had bad luck with women, but even he didn't know that it would be a death sentence to him. Just what in Remnant did he do to deserve that though?! He didn't so much as move a single muscle, but he just deserved to be punished for some reason. At his point, he should have gynophobia, but at this rate, that may be a possibility. And jeez, if he stayed any longer in that position, he swore that Jaune "junior" would shrink to never cease to exist... Damn you, Ozpin. That silvered haired fox had to be involved in this somehow; he should've read the contract a little slower. It wasn't until he heard the door opened that his mental crisis went to a halt.
"Oh, glorious leader," Nora who showed up out of nowhere immediately poked at her cold captain, "you're so stiff!"
"Phrasing!"
