The Fall of Professor Arc
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Disclaimer and Dedication:
Dedicated to Coeur. Thanks for the stories, and the countless ideas. You've only yourself to blame, you know!
Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY. 'Professor Arc' in particular is the brainchild of Coeur. If you haven't read it already... why are you here?
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"You have a visitor, if you're ready," Tsune told him a few hours later after the cast was finished and the painkillers had set in.
Glynda had been very apologetic and promised to see him soon, and even if he hadn't quite understood what the uproar and accusations amongst the faculty had been (something about winning a swimming pool?), he was hardly going to turn away the person who was handling his insurance.
He had insurance. That was, like, as whoa as all the painkillers he was on. As whoa as aura. He had aura.
Whoa. Until they explained it to him- something about his amnesia reaching to certain topics and not just years?- he hadn't even known what aura was.
"It's okay. Send her in," Jaune waved, before poking and pinching himself again. Just like before, it hurt up to a certain point- and then the invisible force field arose, protecting his skin and pushing his fingers apart. Jaune did it again, and again, leaving a trail of little bruises along his left arm.
"You know Tsune, this aura is amazing," he said. "It's like, just a little bit of pain and then it all goes away. You have to do just the right amount to feel anything."
"Uhuh. Oh yeahhhh…" That sigh came closer than he expected- and when he turned to look at her, it was too see her staring at the trail of bruises with fascination.
"Tsune?" he asked.
"Yeah?" She asked, still hypnotized, her tail wagging lazily.
"Tsune? The door?" Jaune prompted.
"Huh? Oh!" she exclaimed coming to. "Right. The door." She made for the door- but paused and turned around. "I can help you with that later if you'd like," she offered with a strange expression. "The right sort of hurt."
Jaune waved it off. "I'm good," he said, to her visible disappointment. Such a helpful nurse, he though. She wasn't even perturbed by what could have come off as a weird fixation. Such a nice person.
Tsune let in the guest, who turned out to be multiple. It was the girls of Team RWBY- who he'd briefly been introduced to, but hadn't had a chance to speak to yet. They seemed to be… he wasn't sure. Whatever they were before, they were strangers now. But like his mother used to say…
"Hi Jaune!" Their leader in the red cloak, Ruby, greeted cheerfully as they entered. "We came to- is that a cast?" she noticed.
"Did you get hurt again?" The black ninja-maid-cat-cosplayer girl, Blake, asked with concern.
"Or did Yang hurt you more than we realized?" Whitey Weiss asked, shooting a look at the blonde.
The buxom blonde shot a dirty look at the pristine girl, but shuffled in guilt anyway.
"It was something else," Jaune said, waving it aside. "Something about winning a swimming pool? I didn't understand it myself. How can I help you?" He asked, changing the subject to them and their arrival.
"You've already done more than enough!" Yang denied, echoed in various forms by her team.
"Thanks for saving my partner from the explosion," Blake said.
"Thanks for saving my sister!" Ruby added.
"Thanks for not dying," Weiss said, pointedly not adding anything about Yang.
Jaune blinked, but then smiled. "I'm sorry," he said, "but I don't remember doing anything like that. You're welcome?" He offered.
They seemed to deflate. "So it's true," Weiss said softly, as much to herself as them. "You really did forget…" she looked at him, who had an appropriately polite but clueless expression on his face, and then elbowed Yang in the side. Yang startled, but seemed to realize the underlying message, and stepped forward and closer to Jaune's bed.
"Prof, I am really, really sorry you got hurt saving me," she said, looking down past her ample bosom towards her feet as she did so. "You wouldn't have gotten hit by the blast wave if you hadn't pushed me to cover, and you wouldn't have had to push me to cover if we- if I- had listened to you. I am really sorry, and I hope you can forgive me," she said, giving an awkward half-bow of apology that didn't do much but show tantalizing angles into her cleavage.
Then she hugged him- leaned over directly and put her arms around him, head to her shoulder. He could feel her hair, smell her- was that perfume, or shampoo? Something heady regardless, almost as heavy as the swells just barely touching his chest where she was leaning over.
"I'm glad you're okay, and I promise to make it up to you," she whispered, voice tight with sincerity. "Help with paperwork like Blake. Do anything you need with that leg. Whatever." She lessened the moment with a bit of levity. "Even help jog your memory of how you saved me."
Jaune said nothing- taken aback by the proximity, the sensation, and the smell of femininity mixed with… gunpowder? Firecrackers? It was intoxicating regardless- too much so for a sixteen-year-old mind.
Yang pulled back to judge his reaction, and noticed his shellacked expression.
"Prof? Jaune?" She asked, waving a head in front of his face. "You alright in there?"
Jaune snapped back into focus.
"I'm sorry," Jaune apologized, saying the first thing his mind could articulate. "You're just very beautiful."
Yang's draw dropped. So did everyone else's. The first to recover was Weiss.
"What?"
"What?!"
Jaune flushed, a rosy hue on his cheeks. "You're really, really pretty," he said, looking away bashfully.
"Yes!" Yang cheered, fist pumping to herself.
"Huh? What just happened?" Blake felt lost.
"That, Blake, was me winning the Prof!" Yang claimed.
"No fair!" Ruby cried out, pointing an accusing finger at Yang. "You can't do that! You have Blake!"
"No she doesn't," Blake denied, but was ignored by everyone but Jaune.
"Yeah, and he fell off of Amity Colosseum because of you!" Weiss protested.
"Doesn't matter- he doesn't remember. He just knows I'm hot," Yang said. "This is officially the Best Day Ever."
"Best day- he nearly died!"
"And got amnesia!" Ruby added.
"Maybe he forgot all her bad sides?" Blake suggested.
"Blake, I don't have a bad side," Yang claimed. "I'm Grade A all around. Isn't that right, Teach?" Yang did a little victory dance, turning around to show off her figure.
Jaune said nothing, too busy openly staring.
Tsune, the forgotten watcher, chose to make her presence known. "Technically he's not a teacher anymore," she said. "Until he re-masters the subjects, Professor Arc will be Mr. Arc."
"Professor Jaune is going to class with us?" Weiss wanted to clarify.
"Jaune is going to be a student with us?" Blake asked.
"Jaune could be on a team with us?" Ruby realized- and that made every girl pause again.
"Dibs!" They all tried to claim at once.
"You can't call dibs, I already did!"
"No you didn't, I did!"
"Yang! Say I was first!"
"Sorry Rubes, girls, Weiss-"
"Hey!"
"-but he's mine! Isn't that right, Prof?" Yang asked, throwing an arm around Jaune and sitting on the bed beside him, pulling in tight.
"Whatever you say, my little sunflower."
Yang froze. "What did you say?" She asked.
"Sunflower," Jaune replied. "You know- a pet name. You call me Prof, and I'll call you my little sunflower."
There was a snort as Yang winced.
"That is- that's just- that's just bad, Jaune," she said. "Can't you come up with something better?"
"You are my Sunshine? My only Sunshine?"
Yang paled. Blake snickered.
"My Solar Flare?"
"That one's almost- no, still lame!"
"Sun Angel?"
"No! Stop! Stop ruining my best day ever!" Yang declared, straddling Jaune's legs in order to put a hand over Jaune's mouth to quiet him. "You can't be this lame! Where did my cool, suave, and hot professor go? Where is Professor Arc, damn you? Where is Professor Arc!?"
"He got knocked off of Amity Colosseum and hit his head," Blake reminded.
"Because of you," Weiss helpfully added.
"Nooooo!" Yang wailed. "My fantasy!"
The door slammed open. "What is going on here?!" demanded Glynda Goodwitch.
Four fingers pointed towards Yang, still straddling Jaune's legs as she covered his mouth. Now, however, her eyes were wide with a different kind of fear.
"What," Glynda said, voice cold, "is the meaning of this?"
Tsune sold Yang out in a heartbeat. "Miss Xiao Long has invoked 'dibs' on Mr. Arc," she explained. "Rather blatantly trying to seduce him too," she added.
"Did she now?" Glynda asked.
Yang frantically shook her head no, but all three other girls (and Tsune) nodded yes.
"I didn't mind," Jaune said, but even he only dared to say it softly.
Goodwitch flexed her riding crop. "Miss Xiao Long, were you aware that you had claimed 'dibs' on someone with the mental facilities of a minor?"
Yang thought of her defense. "He's really twenty though, right?" She said. "He's legal!"
"Amnesia, Miss Xiao Long. Amnesia. It could be argued that he is not of legal age in terms of experience and maturity."
Yang paled. "Uh… neither am I! I'm just seventeen!" She defended.
Glynda's expression took a turn for worse. "So you were trying to lead a teacher into statutory rape?"
Yang paled. "I'm just going to shut up now," she said.
"A wise decision, Miss Xiao Long, but too late. It occurs to me that this incident might not have occurred had you paid more attention in combat training," she considered. Her eyes narrowed. "Remedial lessons. Here. Now."
"You can't do that!" Yang protested. "This is an infirmary! A place of healing!"
"I have two professors and a headmaster who can testify otherwise," Miss Goodwitch informed. "And another two rounds for lying about not speaking. Off him. Now."
Yang began to scramble, but even that was too slow. Combat lessons began when telekinesis lifted her up and threw her out the door.
"Should we have our weapons for this?" Yang cried as she flew into the hallway.
"Don't worry, Miss Xiao Long," Goodwitch reassured as she followed. "Your body is my weapon."
The door slammed shut.
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