The packing didn't take as long as Jaune anticipated, considering he really had not unpacked in the first place. All he had to do was pick out a few clothes, and some cosmetics packed into a rucksack which he placed on his bed. Jaune looked at his watch. Four more hours before I head to the landing pad. He sighed, what am I supposed to do for that time? He wondered.

The answer popped into his head, I should go to the training grounds and practice before I head into my mission. Jaune smiled, considering it would also alleviated the uneasiness he was feeling. Having to work with team RWBY again. He grabbed his shield, sheathed his sword and walked out of his room. As he got into the hallway he pulled out his scroll and popped up the map of Beacon Academy.

After staring at the map, he spotted the indoor training grounds. "So I have to go to the building the houses the cafeteria and go to the room two doors down from it," Jaune told himself with that he was off with a brisk pace.

As soon as Jaune opened the main doors, he was greeted with a blinding light from the sun reflecting off the snow. Followed by a blast of frigid air that threw him off balance, taking someone as he fell..

"Oufff," the person sounded female, as she hit fell on her butt.

"I-I am sorry," Jaune apologized as he somehow kept his footing underneath him. His

eyes adjusted to the light, as he reached a hand to the downed blurry figure.

"It is quite alright. I should have been looking to where I was going. It is as much my fault as much as it yours," the female said as she grabbed Jaune's hand.

As he to picked her up from the ground, she came into focus. Jaune almost lost his grip as he realized who it was followed by an ominous dread. It was the one person he had never wanted to have to talk to again, his old partner, Pyrrha Nikos.

Don't freak out. Stay calm. She does not know who I am, he told himself internally to smother the panic attack that was about to be him. "Ah...no. It...was...entirely...my...fault…" Jaune managed to squeak.

Why her of all people? Why...why...why! Today really must have it out for me he concluded to himself, considering the probability of him running into Pyrrha of all people is one to a thousand.

"Are you okay?" Pyrrha asked Jaune. Her voice sent a shiver down his spine as memories he had buried emerging into his mind.

He shook his head to clear those thoughts. No emotion, no doubts. If I give into any of those two my blood, sweat and tears, these last few years at Greenlight Academy, would have been for nothing. "Yes. Sorry. I am fine," Jaune told her with a blank stare and a calm voice.

He eyed her up and down, seeing how years had changed his once friend and partner. She had grown quite a bit; her red hair, which he usually remembered in a ponytail, was now free falling down her back. She was taller, her facial features matured, her beauty enhanced with makeup, and that is when he noticed she was wearing a red dress and a light red jacket. Not her usual armor. He brought his gaze back and met her green eyes with his. A hint of longing for the past rushed up, hitting him. He forced it down just as fast as it came.

"I am glad to hear that Wiliam. That is your name is it not?" Pyrrha asked Jaune.

"That is correct and you are?" Jaune asked even though he knew exactly who she was. Play dumb or risk getting found out.

"Pyrrha Nikos," reintroduced herself and extending her hand to Jaune, who calmly grasped her hand and shook it firmly.

"It is nice to meet you Pyrrha. I am pretty sure I have heard of that name before, didn't you win the Mistral Tournament four years in a row before you came here?" Jaune asked her clearly he knew the answer already.

"Yes, but that is long in the past," Pyrrha replied and Jaune could not help but to take notice of a slight tone of disappointment in her voice.

"I am sure that in your four years at Beacon you have accomplished many more feats that dwarf your winnings of those Tournaments," Jaune said. He felt a slight smile creeping upon his face. Pyrrha would most likely avoid him from here on out which was fine with him indeed.

"No I haven't really accomplished anything worthy of praise from anyone. If anything being here at Beacon has taught me that even though others may think I am the best and a protege, I am anything but…" Pyrrha stated and her gaze fell to staring at the ground and a grimace appeared upon her face.

Jaune stood there, staring at Pyrrha. His internal calm slowly broke again as the memories once again pushed their way past his mental barrier he had put up. Flashes of betrayal due to his cowardice assaulted his consciousness.

Jaune looked away from Pyrrha to hide the look of guilt that played upon his once calm smile. He closed his eyes and calmed himself again by putting up his mental barrier..

"I am sorry for saying something so weird," Pyrrha finally spoke back up breaking the silence that had built up between them over the last few minutes.
"It is fine," Jaune said to her as he reopened his eyes and forced a smile upon his face. "It is kind of weird that you would be so open with me, considering we just met a few minutes ago." Jaune then faked laughed at all.

Pyrrha chuckled a bit. She said to him, "you are right, it is weird but it feels as though I have known you for a long period of time. Weird right?"

Jaune facade broke replaced by a look of doubt.

"Yes that is weird indeed…"

"Sorry I am late Pyrrha," a male voice from behind Jaune interrupted him before he could finish.

Jaune turned his head away from Pyrrha to look over his shoulder, to see a guy who was the same age as him with a more slender build than him and jet black hair. He also wore some dress up clothes and a stylish jacket.

"Oh, it is okay Aureolin. I was coming to meet you at your team's room when I bumped into Wiliam here. We started talking so in all honesty it should be who is apologizing for being late not you," Pyrrha replied.

The man named Aureolin then looked at Jaune in surprise as though he just noticed him. Did he honestly not see me? Jaune thought to himself in disbelief.

Then a second later Aureolin glanced away from Jaune and said to Pyrrha. "If we don't hurry we'll miss the airship to Vale."

He really did just ignore my whole existence didn't he? Jaune thought to himself a feeling of annoyance growing within him.

"You're right!" Pyrrha exclaimed, looked at Jaune and said, "it was nice meeting you Wiliam. I hope we will get a chance to talk again."

"Ah...yes me too," Jaune replied not really thinking as to what Pyrrha had just said instead he stared at Aureolin with distaste.

Aureolin ignored Jaune's stare and walked down towards Pyrrha, purposely bumping into Jaune. Just as he bumped into Jaune, saw Aureolin glance at him with a look of hostility towards him and just as fast he looked away as he reached Pyrrha.

Then something happened that stunned Jaune to the core of his being, Pyrrha and Aureolin kissed each other. Time slowed down for Jaune and a feeling of jealousy bloomed inside his heart. He closed his eyes to block out the sight, why I am feeling jealous? I have no reason to be jealous at all, considering it is only natural she found someone to be with. But why with a jerk like him? Pyrrha deserved a guy who would treat her right and Aureolin did not seem like that type of guy at all. Then again, why does this matter to me? Of course it shouldn't matter! What was between her and I, it ended a long time ago and that is that! Even though he knew that those thoughts of his where true, the feeling of jealousy would not leave him be.

Jaune opened his eyes back up to see the couple walking away from him, hand in hand. He clinched his hands tightly forming a fist and grinded his teeth together until the couple disappeared from his sight. The feeling of jealousy left him and loneliness took its place. To hell with her and to hell with these past few days, Jaune thought as his emotions roller coasted through his sadness. He drudged on through the cold outdoors, not really feeling the cold at all as he felt uncomfortably warm.

Jaune made his way into the training room to only see Blake, and a gorgeous blonde fighter who could only be Yang facing each other in one of the training rings. She hadn't changed much, he could tell. Her hair seemed to be longer and even more lustrous than he remembered. If that could be possible, beside being taller than him now she still had her great figure. She may look the same on the outside but I am sure that after all these years her personality has probably matured, Jaune thought to himself as he tore his gaze off of Yang.

Why did it matter? Team RWBY, or what Pyrrha had turned into either physically or personality? Jaune had vowed to himself, when he took this offer from Ozpin he must dissociate from his former friends. Two other figures standing on the outskirts of the ring, one was Ruby, and the other could be none other than the person who when Jaune was a part of JNPR wanted to date super badly. It was Weiss, she still had the same petite figure he remembered and her hair was in the same ponytail. She put it in whenever she knew she was gonna take part in combat. She also still wore her combat dress, all in all she looked just like the Weiss he had fallen for.

A wave of longing came upon him. Longing for what could have been if he hadn't been such a coward and run away when his team and his partner needed him the most. What path could he have been leading right now had he more courage? Would he have gotten the date with Weiss he had so desperately desired? He turned away from the group and pushed back the thoughts of the past, and the what if's.

He walked up to one of the computers that stood next to one of the empty training rings. Two categories popped up on the screen once he did, Simulation, or Peer to Peer match. He clicked Simulation and three more options of difficulty popped up on the screen. Jaune didn't hesitate as he clicked on the hardest difficulty and stepped into the ring. Ten robotic Bewolves, and two three robotic Ursas, along with one robot Deathstalker came up from under the floor surrounding Jaune.

Was this all that the hardest setting on the solo trainer practice course that Beacon had to offer? Jaune thought to himself in amusement. This was nothing compared to the training simulators at Greenlight Academy, where the hardest setting was at least twenty Bewolves, five Ursas, three Deathstalkers, and two King Taijitu, and to top it off one Beringel. Compared to the struggle he had with that this would be a piece of cake.

With that Jaune smiled as all his doubts and worries melted from his mind. He got into his combat stance, and he focused on his inner breathing and movements of all the enemies around him. All of the Bewolves acted just as Jaune knew they would by attacking him as a pack coming at him from all directions at once. He smiled as he pulled out his blade and charged with as much speed as he could muster at the Bewolf directly in front of him. With a snap of his wrist, he slashed with immense speed and power behind it the robotic Bewolf in front of him was cut clean in two and exploded in a fireball in front of him.

Jaune attained his combat mindset. The rest of the Bewolves around him seemed to move in slow motion towards him. He grinned. Brought his shield gun and fired five shots at the four Bewolves coming in from his left side, and with his other hand he slashed five more Bewolves on his right side. With inches to spare his brought his shield behind him and blocked the last Bewolf's claws from digging into his back.

The last Bewolf jumped back away from Jaune. "Oh no you don't, you are mine," Jaune told it in a low voice as he did a thrust forward with his blade into the last Bewolf's mechanical stomach ending it. He withdrew his sword and sidestepped out of the way of the body of the fallen Bewolf as it's lifeless body fell to the floor.

He turned his attention to the three remaining Grimm who had been standing back watching as Jaune had dealt with the Bewolves, watching and studying him looking for a weakness. The two Ursas began to circle him, the Deathstalker started inching its way towards him. Jaune wasn't about to let them have the first move, as with unnerving speed and accuracy he threw his blade which struck into one of the circling Ursa's heads before it had a chance to react. The other Ursa cried out in anger at the Ursa's death and charged Jaune, knowing it was coming. With two huge claw arms the Ursa swiped upon where Jaune stood. Wanting this to happen, Jaune ducked under the Ursa's huge claws as the swipe barely missed him but it was too late for the Ursa to try and attack again. Jaune had just ducked into its' guard and smiled somberly into the Ursa's face as he pointed the gun hidden by his shield and shot the Ursa point blank in the face.

The Ursa flew backwards Jaune and slumped to the ground. Jaune spun around and brought his shield in front him just in time to redirect the blow of the stinger of the Deathstalker so that it flew by his left wayside and slammed into the ground next to him. Then with the power of both arms his brought the pointed end of his shield down onto the middle off the stinger which snapped off and the Deathstalker fell back with a hiss of pain. This was the breather that Jaune needed to rush and collect his sword from the Ursa whose head it was still stuck in.

Jaune turned towards the Deathstalker with a look of pure bliss on his face. This is what he now lived for: fighting and killing Grimm, no need to worry about anything else. No having to deal with old memories that being at Beacon brought back. No, everything was so simple in this game of death. No backstabbing, no more feelings other than exhilaration that came with fighting opponents who wanted nothing more than your absolute death. "Now come you beast I haven't finished having my fun yet," Jaune taunted the hurt Deathstalker, with little effect.

Then again, it had. The Deathstalker ran at Jaune with a angered hiss and swiped at him with one of it's crustacean pincer, or it had actually swiped where Jaune had been. Jaune did a frontflip dodging the Deathstalkers attack by a hairs breath, and landed upon the Deathstalker's back.

With this, my fun must come to an end. In just a few days I will be hunting real Grimm which is way better than fighting these robotic simulation clone ones, Jaune thought to himself as he sent his blade through the super hard shell of the Deathstalker's head.

"Simulation over," a robotic female voice rang out around Jaune as he collapsed his shield and sheathed his blade. I need to have a word with Ozpin about upping the difficulty of these simulation, he noted considering that he hadn't even broken a sweat at all.

He was about to pull out his scroll to check on time that before the Bullhead came to pick him and his watcher squad up for his first mission. Only to be stopped by the sound of clapping coming from the direction he had seen team RWBY. Ah shit he thought to himself as he turned around to face the source of the clapping.

Team RWBY, just Yang, stood on the sidelines of his training arena and as he made eye contact with her. She stopped clapping. A wave of what could only be described as annoyance overcame him. The fucking universe just kept pushing all these meetings with the people he wanted nothing to do with anymore came upon him. Jaune decided to ignore Yang and looked away from her, walking the other direction. Only to stop in his tracks as he felt a very hostile air form from where he knew Yang to be standing.

Damn it seems I don't have a choice. I don't really want to be on anyone's bad side for these last few months I am here at Beacon. With that Jaune took three deep breaths and pushed away his annoyance and turned to face Yang. Who was now glaring needles into him.

So, how should I start this conversation anyway? Jaune thought to himself as he noticed Yang walking towards him with her patented style of confidant and sexy. Just as he was about to try and say anything, her fist smashed him square in the face, causing him to stumble backwards to maintain his balance.

Yang gave an impressed look, followed by a smirk. "Is that any way to treat a pretty woman who came to cheer you on?"