Here we go.
JMM It In
The Club had seen better days.
The walls were riddled with bullet holes. The ceiling had bullet holes and three man-shaped holes in it. The floor was completely ruined. It was as if a giant had stomped on it with all his strength, warping the entire surface and leaving behind a massive crater. The furniture had not been spared. The chairs and tables were broken when they weren't incinerated. Then there was the fire. Oh, the fire.
Alcohol, unfortunately, tended to be quite flammable.
Luckily, they had managed to put it out before the place burned down, but the damage was done. How they still had working electricity was anyone's guess. Their home was wrecked, their alcohol nearly gone, and the grunts were probably going to use their injuries as an excuse not to work for the rest of the week. The wimps.
Not that Junior was much better. The bastard was still passed out.
"This is not good," Melanie Malachite said. In her hand, she held one of the few remaining bottles of beer. She took a long swing before passing it to her twin.
"Absolutely terrible," Miltia agreed. Unlike Melanie, she downed the whole thing in one go, earning a slight glare from her twin.
"Disgraceful."
"I'll kill that bitch if I ever see her again."
"We will kill that bitch if we ever see her again."
"Stupid top-heavy bimbo."
"And did you see that hair? Who lets her hair grow that long?"
"Tacky as fuck."
A lightbulb dropped from the ceiling and shattered into tiny pieces. The twins sighed as one.
"Think the insurance is going to cover this?" Miltia asked, causing Melanie to blink in surprise. That wasn't the sort of thing Miltia usually worried about. Then again, the club had never been trashed this badly. While it was not unusual for fights to start, the twins were very good at ending them.
Until today.
"It's an insurance company. They'll try to weasel out of it," Melanie replied. Miltia tensed at that, so she added, "It's okay. They'll cover the damage eventually, and we aren't exactly poor. The only issue right now is time."
Lots of time.
Melanie frowned, suddenly wishing they had something stronger than beer. This wasn't the type of damage that could be fixed by the end of the week.
"I'm really going to kill that bitch next time I see her," Miltia said. Her fist banged against the table. Melanie's face softened. Her sister was always the more hot-headed one of the two. However, her anger was more than understandable this time. The Club was theirs, and some bimbo had just come in and trashed them.
It was not a good feeling.
When Miltia was like this, it was usually time to bring out the strong stuff and start partying. It helped Miltia unwind in a way that didn't involve bodying the nearest fool. However, neither option was available to them right now. Most of their alcohol was gone, and there wasn't a convenient fool around.
At that moment, the front door fell to the floor with a loud thud, revealing a blond at their doorstep. His hand was frozen in front of him in mid-motion. His wide eyes looked at the fallen door then at his hand. He had probably tried to push the door open, and it had ended up falling.
"Eh," the blond looked around nervously. "Hi? I was supposed to meet someone named Junior here? The name's Jaune Arc."
For a moment, it looked like he was about to add something to that but thought better of it.
"In case, you haven't noticed," Miltia spat out. "We ain't exactly open for business. Fuck off!"
Instead of doing what a smart person should have done, Jaune Arc stepped inside the ruined building. Sure, he did so after hesitating for a couple of seconds, but he still moved closer to danger instead of away from it. Melanie hummed. Maybe Miltia would get to take out her frustrations on someone after all.
"Do you at least know when I can come back to find Junior?" Jaune asked, his tone nervous. "I just really don't want to miss the admission deadline."
Admission deadline? Melanie furrowed her brow.
"Listen here, you fuck-"
"Wait!" Melanie cut her sister's path before she could bring out the claws. She studied Jaune more carefully now. "You're the guy who wanted the fake transcripts?"
"I-Well, yes?" Jaune looked hesitant to even say it, as if afraid someone might overhear.
"Give us a second," Melanie said, smiling before dragging her sister away.
"What the hell, Mel?"
"Shh, sister dearest," Melania said once they were far away enough from Jaune. "I think we have an interesting opportunity here."
"Opportunity?"
"That guy is here to pick up fake transcripts for Beacon," Melanie explained. She had been there when the request arrived. It wasn't unusual for people to want fake documents, but it wasn't every day someone was ballsy enough to try to sneak into Beacon.
"That guy?" Miltia asked, pointing at Jaune. "He's going to Beacon?"
"That is what he paid for, yes."
Miltia took another look at Jaune before turning to her twin, her judgement made. "He's going to get creamed. Or killed. Probably both."
Melanie did not disagree, but he paid for fake transcripts, not good advice.
"Possibly, but this could be a good time waster for us."
Miltia blinked. She still didn't get it. "How?"
"The Club is not going to open anytime soon. Unless you're willing to get your clothes dirty helping out the construction crew, we'll have nothing to do in the meantime. We can either sit around waiting, or we can take some time to improve and have some fun while at it."
This time Miltia got it. "Us? Go to Beacon?"
Melanie nodded. Junior wouldn't even have a problem with it. He had suggested it to them once or twice, but they hadn't been interested. A huntress license was not something needed in their line of work, and they were strong enough to deal with anyone around. At least, that was what they had thought.
"Would you rather lose next time that bimbo shows up?" Melanie asked. The way Miltia's expression shifted almost made her feel sorry. Really, her sister was too easy sometimes.
"Alright. You made your point," Miltia said. She then nodded at Jaune's direction. "But where does he fit in?"
"Entertainment," Melanie replied. "Just follow my lead."
Melanie made her way to Jaune with her sister in tow. "Jaune Arc, right? I remember now. We had your transcripts ready."
Jaune looked at her with hope. "Really?"
"However, as you can see, we've had something of an accident. I'm afraid your transcripts burned down," Melanie said with mock sadness.
"What? But I really need those transcripts! I already paid for them!"
"And you'll get them," Melanie reassured him. "It's just that maybe you won't get them before the admission deadline. You're not our only client. We can't just drop everything for you. Who knows when we'll have time for your transcripts."
"B-but if I miss the deadline, then what good will the transcripts be?"
"There is always next year," Melanie said, patting his shoulder. "Unless..."
"Unless what?" Jaune didn't even hesitate to take the bait.
"We could move you up on the queue," Miltia said, taking Jaune's other side. "We're close to Junior. He'll listen to us."
"You'd do that for me?" Jaune asked with wide, hopeful eyes. He was so transparent it was almost sad.
"We could do that for you," Melanie corrected.
"We might even throw in some training," Miltia added. "No offense, but you look like a wimp."
She squeezed Jaune's side as she said that, prompting an unmanly yelp from the blond.
"We'll even unlock your Aura if you haven't done it already," Melanie said, mostly out of necessity. She had a feeling Miltia's "training" would involve a lot of her sister taking out her frustrations on the nearest blond and little in the way of instruction. Making sure he had his Aura ready for the beating was just a necessity.
"So there you have it. A new and improved package. You get your transcripts in time and enough training to not completely suck."
"You can get all that… for a price," Melanie said.
Jaune was obviously tempted. Still, he hesitated. "I… don't really have that much money."
The twins smiled like sharks.
"Oh, that is absolutely fine. You can pay in… other ways."
xXx
Ruby was glad to have made a friend.
After meeting a very mean girl and exploding on her first day at Beacon, things had not been looking up for Ruby Rose and her normal knees. Luckily, Jaune had been there with a helping hand and a smile.
Well, not a literal helping hand. Both his hands were occupied with other things. Jaune had about as many suitcases as Weiss. Unlike Weiss, he did not have half a dozen people to help him out. Big as Jaune was, Ruby was pretty sure he had to be using Aura to carry them all on his own.
"So, uh, I see you brought a lot of things with you," Ruby said once she had run out of things to talk about.
"What? This?" Jaune gestured at the suitcases with his head. "Most of this isn't mine. It belongs to-"
"Well, look who finally showed up."
"See, Mil? I told you he hadn't ran away."
Ruby turned around in time to see two girls walking towards them. Unlike with her and Yang, it was easy to see these two were related. They had the same black hair, the same green eyes, and the same face. They were twins. One had her hair long and wore white while the other wore red and had shorter hair.
"And who is this?" Melanie asked once she reached Jaune's side, prompting a rush of nervousness from Ruby. While Jaune was nice and approachable, these girls weren't. Plus, it seemed like she was the odd one out here which didn't inspire confidence in her.
"Melanie, Miltia, this is Ruby," Jaune thankfully answered for her. "She helped me find the main hall."
She hadn't helped him find it so much as they had both stumbled upon it after being lost for a while. Beacon needed way more signs it had.
"Ruby, these are Melania and Miltia. They are my…" Here Jaune trailed off.
"We are his owners," Miltia finished for him, prompting a furious blush from Jaune.
Ruby squawked. "Owners?"
"Owners. Mistresses. Whatever you want to call it," Miltia said, inspecting her nails. "The important part is he's our servant."
"I prefer to think of him as a pet," Melanie said. Miltia blinked at that and leaned closer to Jaune.
"I guess he does have a certain puppy-ness to him," she said, examining him carefully, her face inches from his. Jaune just blushed harder.
"We even bought him a collar, but he refused to wear it," Melanie told Ruby. "Can you believe it?"
Miltia shook her head. "Some people just don't know how to be grateful."
"It was such a nice collar too. I know he's not much to look at, but you must admit a collar would look adorable on him," Melanie said. One of her hands caressed Jaune's cheek. By now, Ruby was pretty sure there was steam coming from Jaune's face.
Ruby was not doing any better. In fact, she was pretty sure her face was as red as Jaune's. Sounds come out of her mouth, but they failed to form words. This conversation was way out of her depth. Collar? Pet? Mistresses? What did that have to do with-
Oh.
Oh!
This was… one of those relationships, wasn't it? The ones that showed up in those magazines their dad was super bad at hiding, so that meant Jaune was… and these two girls were…
Ruby swallowed.
Okay. She could handle this. She was cool. Friends didn't kink shame friends. Uncle Qrow said it to her dad all the time, so it must be true. So what if Jaune was into weird stuff? He was still nice. She just needed to open her mouth and show him how cool she was with his lifestyle. Normal knees, don't fail her now!
"Ohlookthereismysistersgottagobye!"
Stupid normal knees.
xXx
Jaune watched in resignation as Ruby sped away, leaving a trail of rose petals behind.
"Adorable," Melanie said. At Jaune's other side, Miltia struggled to contain her laughter.
"Did you have to phrase it like that?" Jaune asked, resigned.
"Phrase it like what?" Miltia asked.
"You know."
"Is there a right way of saying you're our pet?"
Jaune sighed.
When the twins told him they could get his transcripts in time, he had been ecstatic. The offer of training was just icing on the cake. When they told him he didn't even need to pay them with money, he couldn't believe it. It sounded too good to be true.
As it turned out, it had been too good to be true, just not in the way he had been expecting.
The twins hadn't been lying. They got him his transcripts in time, and they even gave him some basic training. Jaune didn't want to imagine how he would have done at Beacon if he came with his Aura still locked. That would have been embarrassing and potentially lethal.
The twins hadn't even been lying about them not wanting his money, and therein lay the problem. The twin's price had not been Lien.
It had been servitude.
In exchange for his transcripts, the twins wanted Jaune to be their servant for a while. Having little choice at the moment, Jaune had accepted. Thus, began his life with the twins. He cooked. He cleaned. He washed their clothes. He gave them massages. All in all, it hadn't really been that bad. It was kind of like living with his sisters again.
Except for the erotic undertones whenever he massaged them, but Jaune was kind of okay with that.
What Jaune was not okay with was the length of his servitude.
Miltia and Melanie weren't people he was only going to see for a couple of weeks before going to Beacon like he had initially assumed. Oh, no. They were going to Beacon too.
That changed things. There was a difference between being the servant of two cute yet criminal girls for a few weeks and being their servant for the next four years. Jaune didn't even have the option of backing out of the deal now.
They might not have threatened him with it yet, but they knew his transcripts were fake. They could easily get him in trouble if they wanted, meaning Jaune had no choice to but go along with their whims
What happened just now with Ruby was a good indication of how the next four years were going to go. Meet people and make friends? Not for him. He was stuck as the servant to a pair of sexy twins… which sounded a lot less tedious than it actually was.
"Besides, I wasn't lying," Melanie said. "You would look good in a collar."
Jaune's fading blush returned with full force.
Stupid hormones. This was supposed to be bad!
Hopefully, they'd get assigned to a different team. They couldn't order him around all the time if they were busy with other people.
xXx
"I must say, Mr. Arc, it is not often a student passes the Initiation without a partner."
It hadn't even been a full day, and Jaune was already in front of the headmaster. Melanie and Miltia stood with him, looking distinctively unconcerned.
"Is that a bad thing, sir?" Jaune asked nervously. He and the twins had landed in the same area. While the twins had made eye contact right away, there had been no one for Jaune to partner with. Jaune had wanted to stay behind to look for a partner, but the twins had dragged him to search for the relics instead.
The three managed to clear the forest and find the relics with little trouble. What they didn't find was a partner for Jaune.
"Not exactly, Mr. Arc," Ozpin replied. "While rare, cases like yours are not unheard of. I imagine Beacon's Initiation was not difficult for someone of your caliber. I am glad to see your transcripts were not exaggerating."
Jaune laughed nervously. Miltia quickly elbowed him to get him to stop.
"However, that still leaves us with a slight problem. I am afraid you are the only student in need of a partner this year. We have no one to pair you with at the moment."
"So…" Jaune swallowed. "Does that mean I didn't make it?"
"Perish the thought. You may have failed to acquire a partner, but you did pass the Initiation. There is no reason to deny your entry to Beacon."
Jaune's heart soared. A wide grin spread across his face, blinding in its intensity. "So I made it?"
Ozpin favored him with a smile. "Congratulations, Mr. Arc. From now on, you along with Melanie Malachite and Miltia Malachite shall be part of a three-person team."
Wait, what?
"Jaune Arc. Miltia Malachite. Melanie Malachite. You who have picked the Black Pawn pieces shall form Team JMM, lead by Jaune Arc. I look forward to your time at Beacon."
Jaune's heart plummeted to the ground.
AN:
The basic idea for this one is, well, basic. Jaune buys his transcripts from Junior and finds the Club recently Yanged. The twins are feeling down. In canon, we don't see them again until Vol 2 for about five seconds. Here, it's a bit of a wake-up call. They also don't really have anything better to do. If someone like Jaune is going to fake his way into Beacon, why can't they do the same? And if they can have some fun while at it, why not? That's how it starts. Their reasons are equal parts whimsical and emotional. Unlike with other ideas, there is not much of a long-term plot to this one. Just hijinks.
Overall, I'm not entirely happy with how this came out. The chapter was originally supposed to cover more ground, but I didn't get much time to write. Novembers. They are the worst.
Sure, I didn't need to post this today, but I'm sure some of you have noticed that I'm trying to update this story every other Monday. I've never said that was the update schedule for this fic, but I've been trying to stick to it just to see if I can.
By the way, Neptune would be Pyrrha's partner here to form Team LVVN (Lavender). The parts of this one-shot I didn't get to write would deal a bit with Jaune being jealous of Neptune's position (and vice versa because twins). I might do a part 2 for this one someday.
