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ONWARDS WITH THE CHAPTER!
On a random note, a few guys commented on my Jaune in PA being OoC because he has been swearing. All I will say is well noticed, but it IS purposeful. So please don't assume it is a mistake for him being OoC - or choosing to show it through foul language. I'm trying to show his development subtly.
Chapter 3 - Not-so-happy Hour
A day without problems should have been a blessing. It should have calmed him down. The moment Ozpin walked into the staffroom and held his hand up… the moment his eyes narrowed and his mouth closed, before with a curious surprise the Headmaster had told them that there "actually wasn't a problem today…"
It should have been a relief from the madness.
Instead it filled him with unease.
The entire day he had been waiting… for what, he could not say. An invasion of locusts? An outbreak of student pregnancy? Giant robots to come smashing into the classrooms? Nothing had happened, and it was already five in the afternoon. Not even the other teachers had been spared from the tension. He'd noticed Glynda looking around nervously every now and then, and even Oobleck seemed on edge.
It wasn't until he got back to his office and stepped inside however, that he realised that the anvil was finally dropping.
"Neo, what the hell!?" He cried out, looking at the devastation that had taken place in his main living room area. Cartons were strewn everywhere, and melted ice-cream was already setting into his carpet. In the middle of it all sat the bane of his existence, who was wearing a vaguely confused and vacant expression.
"What is all this mess?" He sighed, walking into the room and bending over to pick up some of the empty containers, righting them on the ground with a silent promise to dispose of them later. For now it was more important that the last dredges of melted goop didn't spill out all over his floor. "Is this supposed to be more punishment for what happened in that detention? Or have I apparently done something else to offend you?"
She didn't respond of course. Though for once she didn't make some kind of sarcastic of vaguely threatening gesture either. Instead she just watched him, her face tilted – dare he say it – cutely to the side, with pink locks falling in front of her. Now that he thought about it, she also looked a little more flustered than usual. Perhaps it was the redness of her normally pale skin, or the ruffled clothing. Perhaps she had been out on a job, though considering what she did for a living he didn't really want to know the specifics.
Meh, probably above my pay-grade anyway. Just clean this crap up and get some reading done for the next set of lessons.
"Still though, we need to come up with some kind of rules you know? At least when it comes to leaving stuf-" His words caught in his throat as a bundle of pink, brown and cream crashed into him, small arms circling around his waist as she buried her face into his stomach.
It was probably a heart-warming scene, his brain considered. A small and cute girl hugging her older brother or father, her face pressed into his stomach while his hands rested on her shoulders. The thought process in Jaune's mind was a little different however.
She's got me! She's got me! Oh we're dead. We are completely fucked. Abort, eject!
"N-neo?" Negotiation would be a good choice, right? He just needed to diffuse the situation in a way that didn't end with him being snapped in two. The girl lifted her face from his stomach, looking up at him with her eyes closed and an almost goofy grin. Right as he was about to say something more, a spoonful of ice-cream, and oh Gods he hoped it was ice-cream, was shoved into his mouth.
Knowing it was best to humour her he took the spoon from her hand and licked it clean, brows scrunching together as he tried to recognise the taste. This isn't… it tastes tangy and weird, almost like… no…
The blood rushing to her cheeks, the unusual mannerisms, the fact that as much as she was hugging him – she was also pretty much leaning on him for support?
"You're drunk!?" He cried out in shock, watching the girl who seemed to consider the question before dismissing it, burying her face back into his midriff. How the hell had she gotten drunk from ice-cream though? Even if it did have alcohol the amount was so tiny… then again, she was fairly tiny too…
A drunk Neo though… well at least that meant she might not remember being this affectionate with him, which might mean she wouldn't try to castrate him again. Then again… she would probably have a hangover come the morning…
Neo. With a hangover.
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead. His mind began to chant.
How bitchy would she be with a hangover on top of her normal attitude!?
"I suppose there won't be any training tonight then?" He sighed out, secretly pleased at getting the night off, even if it meant she might be unusually vindictive the coming sessions. Still, he would need to clean up this mess and make sure she didn't do anything stupid while she was under the influence.
He could already imagine the girl teleporting a few thousand feet into the sky by accident. Was there some kind of law against semblancing while drunk? Considering how violent many hunters were, there probably should have been.
Any further thoughts were interrupted however as the girl's arms, which were held around his midriff, quickly dipped lower and grabbed a handful of cheek each – squeezing quickly.
"N-neo!" Jaune yelped, breaking out of her grasp so quickly that the girl almost tumbled over. The girl giggled silently – which was pretty strange considering that she made no sound whilst doing so. His own hands were rubbing his behind, even as he kept his blue eyes on the unpredictable girl. Okay, so she was apparently a handsy drunk as well…
He hoped she didn't remember that, or there really would be Hell to pay.
"Okay Neo, let's just calm down." He cooed instead, holding his hands out before himself. "Why don't we get you to bed eh? I'll grab you some ice-cream… some vanilla ice-cream."
The girl cocked her head to the side, as though considering. One finger came to her lips as she pondered, before her eyes slowly drifted from him. Jaune looked behind him to see what she was looking at, but the only thing was the door leading to the hallw-
"No." He rebuked, stepping in front of her so she couldn't see the door. "You need to stay in here Neo, you know you can't be seen in Beacon!" Roman had assured him she wasn't actually wanted anywhere by the police, but that was still no reason to have everyone see her. Even assuming she remained innocent – which knowing her seemed pretty damn unlikely – there would still be questions as to how, and why, a girl who clearly wasn't a student was free in the halls of Beacon.
Drunk at that. And looking like she could be fourteen. Oh Gods, he could already imagine the looks he would be receiving if an apparently underage girl was drunk in his rooms.
The girl in question stumbled to the left a few inches, swaying but having another look at the door. Once more, Jaune stepped before her.
"No, Neo!" He ordered, holding his fists on his hips. "You can't go outside!" The criminal pouted, stomping one dainty foot on the ground as she refused to even grace him with her presence. "Look, how about I get you some ice-cream and we can watch some movies together, okay?"
A simple compromise, and one that might keep her peaceful if he was lucky. Thankfully the girl nodded, although she did puff her cheeks out in displeasure. Neo's displeasure was hardly something he was new to dealing with however, so it was easy enough to ignore her sulking.
"Alright then, I'll grab us some ice-cream. Why don't you check which channel you want to watch…"
He turned back from the fridge just in time to see the door swing closed with a loud slam.
…
"Neo!" He shouted angrily, bursting through the door even before the bowls shattered on his kitchen floor. Left, right… she had already vanished from his sight. Though to his left he could hear a loud feminine yelp and a crash. He chased after the noise.
Glynda was just pushing herself off the ground when he arrived, waving off his efforts to help her as she righted her glasses on her face and blew some loose strands of hair from before her. One didn't need to be a master of Goodwitch-fu to realise she was pissed.
"Mr Arc! Did you see the girl who crashed into me?" She demanded, abandoning the sheets of paper now scattered across the hallway. Oh Gods, Neo had made her spill the exam papers! They'd spent like ten hours marking those!
"No Miss Goodwitch!" He lied quickly, reaching down to start picking up the papers. Save the papers, don't let me have to re-do all this!
"Pink hair, with brown and cream. I don't recognise her but we'll certainly get to know each other over detention!" She growled out, bending her crop between her two hands. "You stay here and clean this up, I'll apprehend the girl."
"N-no wait!" He tried as the woman stormed off, leaving him with naught but crumpled papers and a vague sense of horror. If Glynda got hold of Neo… "Argh… shit!" He cursed, upending the papers back onto the floor as he chased after them. Maybe the exam results would still be there when they came back right?
Definitely no reason for all the students in those halls to get hold of them, check their scores and alter them…. Right?
Damn you Neo!
Yang didn't exactly know what to expect when the tiny girl stormed into their rooms. Oh she recognised her as that girl the Professor was seeing on the side, Neo or something? Not that she could admit that to Ruby or Weiss since she'd promised to keep it quiet.
That was a travesty – quality gossip material straight down the drain.
But she hadn't expected the girl to come and break into their room, let alone trip over Ruby and land on top of Blake, who yelped like the cat she definitely wasn't, before scrambling to dislodge the stranger.
"Uh… hey…" Yang greeted uncertainly as she reached in and expertly disentangled the girl from Blake – who after being saved jumped to her feet and moved away from the strange girl – holding her book like a shield. "What are you doing here?" She quietly whispered.
And why did the girl's breath smell funny?
The girl in question cocked her head to the side, pondering the question before holding up one finger as if to say she had figured it out. Yang grinned at the mannerisms, the girl was cute – almost reminded her of Ruby when she'd been younger.
Although the way the girl reached out and dragged her down into a wet and sloppy kiss certainly did not remind her of Ruby. Nor the heavy-handed squeeze she gave to Yang's breasts.
"Yang, Blake's right here!" Ruby screamed in protest, even as the taller blonde pulled herself away from the crazy girl. "Don't cheat on her!"
"We're not together." Blake answered immediately, it had become somewhat of an automated response by now. "Also, what the hell?"
The door slammed open once more, right as Yang was about to try and explain just what the hell was going on – not that she fully understood it herself. Professor Jaune Arc stumbled into the room, panting as though he had run a marathon – and lost badly.
"Stop!" He gasped out, reaching out towards the girl, who skipped back from Yang towards their window.
"Professor, this crazy girl just made out with my sister!" Ruby tattled, pointing towards Yang as though she were the one to blame for it all! Though now that I think about it, she tasted like cheap booze.
"Damn it!" The man cursed. "If only I'd been faste- I mean, that's terrible! Miss, I'll have to ask you to come with me."
Yang sighed, turning to look at the girl just in time to see her climb onto the window frame and look outside, Yang's heart froze in her chest.
"Oi! Hey wait!" She tried, reaching forward to grab the girl. Ruby screamed, even as Weiss swore angrily and made a frantic grab for her weapon to try and cast some kind of glyph. It was all in vain though. With a quick grin the girl spread her arms wide and leapt from the window.
"No!" The Professor yelled, diving after her and just about grabbing her arm as she fell. There was a thump from outside as the girl's body slammed into the wall, but thankfully the older man's strength stopped them both. "Damn it you idiot!" He cursed, taking a step back to pull her up into the room. Yang moved forwards to help, a breath of relief coming from her.
She barely even saw it happen. One moment he was straining to bring her back through the window, taking a step back with one foot – which to her horror landed on a discarded book on the ground. The book slipped on the floor under the pressure, skating away as the man's balance was completely shot. With a startled yelp he too fell out of the window – screaming as he fell towards the ground.
The four girls just looked at one another, equal parts shock mixing with horror.
"Did your porn just kill a man!?" Yang managed to get out, looking towards her partner.
"You're blaming me!?"
Jaune heard nothing past the whistling of air. Not even his own girlish screech as he reached out with one hand to try and get hold of the free-falling drunkard. If he could just reach her he could draw her in, maybe absorb the blow with his aura.
Hell, the kids had survived being thrown off a cliff, a few floors would probably be fine – so long as they didn't land badly. Like a certain flailing and silently laughing girl was sure to!
"Neo!" He shouted, catching her attention as she met his eyes with almost sudden clarity. Behind her he could see the floor reaching up to meet them.
And then, with a shatter of glass…
It was only reaching up to meet him.
I hate you Neo…
In tales to come they would say he struck the ground like a meteor, in efforts to save a student from certain death. It would become a legend of Beacon Academy. But at that very moment he couldn't help but think he slapped into the ground like a man performing the world's worst belly-flop. Luckily the pavement broke his fall, even as cracks spanned out from where he landed.
He could feel his aura drop like a paralysed falcon.
"Fancy seeing you here my lad!" A jovial voice cried down towards his body, even as a large hand picked him up by the scruff of his neck. Jaune tried to focus on one of the six Port's standing before him, despite how badly they were swaying and dancing.
"I don't feel so good."
"Hmmm…" The older Professor hummed, before giving him a solid shake by the scruff of his neck. Dust rained from his clothes, although his headache only got worse thanks to his brain slamming around the inside of his skull. "That help?"
"Mbrhl…"
"Hey teach, is he alive!?" Yang Xiao-Long shouted from about a hundred feet above them.
"Fear not lass! We Professors are made of stern stuff. Why when I was a lad-"
"Kay, thanks! Good luck Prof Jaune!" The girl shouted back, slamming the window closed before the lecture could continue. Thankfully for his own dwindling sanity Port didn't feel the need to continue his epic saga. Instead the man placed him on his feet, before throwing an arm around his shoulder.
"You cad!" The large man whispered. "I heard about the girl you've been chasing around campus. I thought you'd tell your ol' friend Peter. But no! You have become a true man, and not even I was made aware of it!"
"Wh-what are you talking about?" He coughed out, thumping his chest to try and clear some of the pavement dust from his lungs. And skin.
"Why I mean the girl you and Glynda have been chasing across the campus, of course. And I thought to myself… Peter old boy! What could be so important to keep a secret, that my boy Jaune would leave the exam papers just strewn about the floor – just to stop Glynda finding the girl first!?" The man's eyes narrowed then, dragging Jaune's face closer. "Though you will suffer unimaginably if I need to mark those papers again!"
"Understood." Jaune wheezed.
"So there I was, my thinking cap firmly in place! When I had a spark of genius! You had a girl in your room and didn't want Glynda to know, and she's out about Beacon, am I right!?"
"I..I-" Jaune paused to take a deep breath. Trust Peter's over dramatic imagining to strike at a time like this… even worse that he was pretty much on the spot. How did he keep doing that? "Alright, fine, yes. You're pretty much right. Except the reason she's out and about is because she's drunk."
"I knew it!" The round man crowed, striking his fist into one hand. "Though I am ashamed at your lack of sharing of any alcohol, I approve of your bravery." The man paused then, suddenly looking nervous. "And make no mistake, it is bravery. For Glynda will kill you."
"Yes, I know that!" Jaune sighed. She might not even get the chance to kill him if she was found by the authorities, or worse hurt herself. Then if Neo didn't get to him first, Roman might have something to say about his prize partner being hurt. "Peter… I need your help catching her. I know it will be a pai-"
"I'll do it." The man agreed instantly, shrugging one shoulder.
"- but I need your help and, wait- really!?" It wasn't like Peter to go out of his way to volunteer to help with the madness that went on around the academy… in fact he was usually the first to vanish whenever Ozpin came to them with a problem. "Why did you agree so easily?" Jaune mumbled, blue eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Why it is my duty to aid my young apprentice in his…" The man paused as Jaune's glare took on Glynda levels of scrutiny. "Well, I'm not sure if it counts as a student or not, but if Bart hears about this he might think he won the bet! Jaune… this cannot be allowed to happen."
Ugh… that damn bet again. Still, if it worked to his advantage?
"You know what? Fine I don't even care anymore. Help me find her, and you'll still be winning the bet. But we need to keep this quiet from Glynda."
"Understood my boy, now come – she went this way." So saying the man sprinted away, leaving Jaune to stumble haphazardly after him. Sure, aura was good for preventing you from being turned into a red water-balloon, but when it was running low it didn't actually do much for the agony coursing through your body.
Thankfully he didn't have to travel too far, until they reached the next casualty of Neo's rampage.
"Oh Gods no…" Peter whispered, one hand on his chest. Before them knelt the proud Headmaster of Beacon Academy, Ozpin himself. Jaune's eyes surveyed the damage. Though on his knees, the man didn't seem injured – and surely he was far stronger than Neo? There was a stain on the tiled floor however, dark like coffee…
"Why must conflict always find us so?" The Headmaster whispered, reaching down with one finger to push aside a broken piece of white porcelain. Even his signature mug had not survived.
"Headmaster, have you seen a young girl run this way?" Jaune tried, making to reach for the man's shoulder, before Peter stopped him – shaking his head.
"These tired eyes see nothing but bloodshed… lessons not learned from wars long past… broken dreams and spilled opportunity."
"Leave him Jaune… we must carry on without him!" Peter bellowed, taking hold of Jaune by the shoulder and dragging him away. For his part he could only look back, watching Ozpin's face lower to the tiled floor.
"Wait, we should-" He tried, only to be pulled further away.
"He's lost to us Jaune! We must avenge him!" And for a moment, Jaune could almost swear he saw tears in the man's eyes.
It was just coffee!
As he looked back though, he could just about make out the Headmaster on all fours, doing his best to sip the spilled ambrosia from the cold tiles. The moment before the man's tongue could touch the floor however, he was bodily pulled to his feet by an irate Glynda Goodwitch.
"Headmaster!" She cried, shaking him bodily. "Please remember that you have an image to uphold!" She looked past him for a second, catching their eyes as they made to escape. "Port, Jaune!" The two men shared a sheepish glance before walking back towards the Headmaster and his Deputy.
"Glynda, how are you?" Jaune tried, only to get a sharp look from the woman.
"I will be much better when we find the student running rampant around campus Mr Arc." She snapped back. "Did you see the woman who knocked you over Ozpin?"
"Unfortunately I did not." The man sighed, while Jaune let out a breath of relief. "I was caught off guard and knocked down before I could react. Perhaps we should hunt this felon as a group."
"We can cover more ground individually." Peter attempted, only for Ozpin to shake his head.
"The direction the student ran, there are but a handful of rooms that way. Whether they realise it or not, they are trapped there." The Headmaster smiled as he spoke, lifting his hand up towards his face – only to pause when he realised there was no mug in it. His brown eyes hardened. "Let us not waste time then."
Jaune swore to himself as sweat started to prickle on his skin. Beside him, Peter could only give him a weak grin in support.
"There's only five rooms." Glynda announced as they reached the final section of hallway. "They are unused, little more than storage rooms for the janitors, so don't worry about forcing an entry." The blonde woman suited action to her words, striding forwards and pushing her way into the darkness of one of the rooms. Ozpin did the same for another, his cane held threateningly in his hand.
"What do I do?" Jaune hissed to the more experienced man, hoping Peter for once in his life might actually have some useful experience, rather than a story.
"Sometimes…" the man began, one hand rubbing his chin. "Sometimes the Grimm we hunt are too powerful to bring down my boy. In those cases all we can do is lure them away from civilisation, so they do not harm us."
"What use is that here!?" Jaune hissed, fisting both his hands in his blonde hair. There was no Grimm here for him to lure away, and he could barely fight anyway!
"All I can do is work to lure Glynda away, distract her to buy you time. But the rest is up to you my boy. I pray you will find an answer where I cannot." The man left him then, walking towards the room Glynda had entered to impede her search. Before he stepped into the darkness he turned back however, for some final words of advice. "Don't let Bart win my boy! Fight until the end!"
And then he was gone.
Screw the damned bet! Jaune thought to himself, spinning on the spot to try and get some glimpse of his errant guest. If she gets found out… if Ozpin or Glynda figure out she came from my room, I'm going to be completely screwed! Damn it!
His eyes suddenly zeroed in on one of the doors, or rather a small crack of light coming from beneath it. The lights were on in that room, despite them not being in any real use. Biting back a gasp, he pushed his way quickly into the room.
It was empty… Damn it!
Before he could leave however, a weight landed on his back, driving the wind from him in an explosive gasp. His already tortured legs nearly gave way, as a pair of legs settled beneath his armpits, and a thin set of arms wrapped around his neck.
Rapid breathing, the closest she would ever come to laughter, sounded in his ear. Even as pink locks fell across his face.
"Neo?" He dared to whisper, shuffling so that he was supporting her legs with his own arms in a rough approximation of a piggy-back. The girl answered by kicking her heels into his side, driving the wind from him as she attempted to make him giddy-up like a horse. "S-shit, Neo. Please don't do that…"
His ribs already felt bruised enough as it was…
"Mr Arc!?" The female voice of his doom called out from outside the room. "Have you found something?"
"Damn it!" He whispered. "Neo, you need to get out of here. Teleport away!" The girl ignored him, kicking her legs once again so that her heels dug into his side. "Neo, get hold of yourself!"
"I'm coming in Mr Arc."
Damn it, Damn it! Not like this!
"Sometimes the Grimm we hunt are too powerful to bring down my boy. In those cases all we can do is lure them away from civilisation, so they do not harm us."
Peter's words echoed in his mind. Lure them away… he had meant Glynda, had tried to buy him time.
"Neo, Roman says he wants to take you to an ice-cream factory! But only if you get there fast!" The words were barely out of his mouth when the weight on his back vanished, just as the door to the room opened.
"Nothing?" The blonde woman asked rhetorically, sighing in defeat. "That's all the rooms."
"She must have slipped past us." Jaune offered, wiping his brow with the sleeve of one hand. That had been a close call. Who'd have expected Peter's advice to actually be useful for anything?
"Damn it… we should keep looking however. Certainly Ozpin isn't willing to give up the hunt after what happened to his favourite mug. Regardless of his reasoning, discipline is important to maintain."
"Well it's Ozpin isn't it?" Jaune shrugged with a small laugh. Before the two could continue however Jaune's scroll began to sound angrily. He spared an apologetic glance for his fellow teacher, before taking a look at the screen.
Melodic – the code name Roman had used when adding himself to Jaune's scroll.
"Aren't you going to answer that?" Glynda prompted, as he stared down at the still ringing device. Finally with a sigh he pressed down on the screen, causing it to go black.
"Eh, it was a telemarketer. Let's get back to this search eh?"
Have fun Roman.
There we go. Yeah, this chapter was hellishly rushed by me. I spent the entire weekend looking after a small orphaned bird who I found by its dead mother on the road. Took it home on Friday and cared for it all night, then Saturday, then Sunday – but sadly it died in my hands Sunday evening…
I don't even know why, it had fed on mealworms all day and was taking on water. It had seemed so loud and energetic all morning… Pisses me off that sometimes your best efforts just aren't enough to make a difference. I had a cry about it on Sunday, dramatic perhaps, but I really adopted it and loved it. I suppose when you're responsible for something's survival like that you build a stronger bond with it than normal. I even let it share body heat with me as it slept each night.
So yeah I didn't get any writing done all weekend, then when it died on Sunday evening I obviously had no inclination to write at all. So this was all done tonight after work… don't worry though I suppose. It's an unusual situation, and normally I would have had all weekend to do it.
So it's a little rushed and I apologise – I'm sure a lot of you wanted some seduction action to go on, but I don't want to suggest anything like that for the main story. Remember that these events are canon in a sense, though I don't say when/where they happen. Though given Yang's reference to Blake being a faunus you know it's after the current events of PA.
Omake (a short one this time): Coeur al'Aran
"This isn't the first time the Headmaster has made to drink spilled coffee from the floor." Oobleck sighed as they recounted the story of the day to him. The five of them were sat in the main cafeteria for a change, having been worn out from the fruitless search. "I do recall one time he spilled coffee on a set of tax returns and tried to eat them."
"Yeah?" Jaune asked, sparing a glance for the man in question. He seemed to ignore the conversation, content to leave his staff slandering him as he sipped his coffee from a new mug. Still white, and still sporting the Beacon insignia.
"The Headmaster's… obsession, for coffee is well documented." The history professor nodded.
"It's beyond embarrassing at some events." Glynda also agreed. "He shows up to official meetings at restaurants or major conference venues with his own mug… do you know what it's like asking five-star restaurant managers to serve coffee in a mug we brought along?"
"Then there was the time a Beowolf managed to cut his thermos in half…" Port butted into the conversation. "We had to hold initiation at Forever Fall that year, just to let the Grimm in the Emerald Forest repopulate."
The four of them turned to look at the white-haired man. Who simply cocked a single eye-brow in response.
"As fascinating as this conversation is." The man began, climbing to his feet. "I need to host a call with General Ironwood, so I will need to leave things here with you." He made to leave, turning to walk away before something stumbled into him.
"Ow, sorry!" A young feminine voice apologised, before yelping as warm coffee splashed across her white shirt. "Ahhh hot hot!"
"Ruby, you okay?" Yang rushed to her sister's aid, holding a napkin to try and brush the spilled coffee from her sister's chest. Clearly the shirt was a lost cause, now that it had coffee spilled…
Across…
…
"Umph!" Ozpin grunted, as Jaune slammed into him in a flying tackle, carrying the older man into a nearby table, before they both slammed to the ground. Plates and food flew everywhere as the two landed, with Jaune doing his best to hold the man down.
"Mr Arc." The man managed to grit out, cracked glasses slipping down his nose. "I am not that desperate."
"Don't trust him!" Glynda cried out, as three more bodies piled on top of them.
