WARNING! This chapter contains themes of sexual content!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
also Angau Glas every Sunday.
Classes went on as one would expect. Other than him losing a few of his fights in combat class to opponents that were faster than him, it was uneventful.
They went to the forever fall, collected sap, and joked about getting it all in Weiss' hair. Yang was borderline savage when he joked about it in her hair.
Completely uneventful.
Until now of course.
Blake had run off in the most opposite direction one can run off. Well, what she did was something more of running away.
They had been talking about the Vytal festival and the tournament to be held. Talking about Beacon hosting, Vale being full of people from all around, somehow ended up on the topic of dust, the White Fang, Faunus prejudice, and Blake saying, 'Well, maybe we just had enough!' Yeah. Lovely morning, amazing team that loved to bicker. Seriously, he didn't know if he was the team leader of a team of Hunters capable of fending off grimm and criminals alike, or a baby sitter. His team. It was the one he was given, and the one he would now have to repair.
He looked at Weiss to see a betrayed, maybe hurt face. Yang was not much different.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why can't the two of you just stop stabbing at eachother's throats and get along like good little children." The pressure in the front of his head indicated a headache was coming on.
"I-I-"
"Screwed up." he looked to her, the face she made making the situation worse if possible. "You screwed up, and I have to fix it." He sighed once more, his brow furrowing. "I'll go look for her, in the meantime, don't go running off yourselves." He said, and set off in the direction she ran, his other teammates frozen in place.
He was just about ready to give up as three hours had passed. He didn't quite imagine he would be spending today searching for a teammate gone AWOL.
And of all people to run off, Blake. He had expected her to be the last person to run off. She had an iron will. But perhaps she was insecure, or maybe she didn't like being a faunus, or maybe she was probed by aliens… He stopped theorizing at that moment. Instead he put his brain to theorize where she could have fled to.
Running around like a chicken with its head cut off was far less effective he found.
He spent another hour going to the usual haunts that Hunters would probably be at, before remembering it was Blake. He went to two different book stores, three cafes, and when he was going to decide to then search some different kind of place, he found Blake at a cafe called Nanette's.
He took a deep breath and realized he didn't know what the hell to say or take into account that Blake would probably run again if she saw him.
Perhaps giving her time to cool off would be best. He steeled himself and came from behind her, where she seemed to be talking to a blonde monkey faunus. He didn't look at her until he was right behind her.
"You know, for someone so astute, you're not that hard to sneak up on." She turned around with an almost horrified look, his face set with disappointment. He grabbed her shoulder. "Don't even think about running away aga-"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do, just-" She moved to get up but Jaune forced her back into her seat.
She may be faster and better at fighting than him, but in terms of raw strength, she was a wet noodle compared to him. Crocea Mors is heavy.
He sighed and loosened his grip when he was sure she was firmly planted in her seat, "Why… Why did you run away?" A silence loomed over them as if to swallow them. The other blonde raised his finger to talk but was silenced by Jaune using his free arm hold it in front of himself and giving the 'Not now' look.
Blake spoke, but it was completely inaudible.
"I know you're quiet and introverted, but I need an answer that I can hear." his patience was running thin. The only thing keeping him from strangling her then giving her a hug was a witness. A blonde monkey faunus that seemed to like showing off his well toned chest.
"You would hate me, I'm sure you hate me now." She had a solemn look. "I got scared okay? Is it so much to ask for to not be judged?"
He took his hand off her shoulder and balled it into a fist over her head.
She looked to the shoulder he was holding and had a fist brought down on her head.
"That's for being an idiot."
He flicked her nose, causing her to recoil. "And that's for making me worry."
She gave a confused look at him. Now it was her turn to want answers. What she got, was a hug.
It lasted for a solid thirty seconds, however long that felt to them both. He pulled back, face set with a neutral frown.
"If you think I'm mad at you, you're thinking to low. I'm furious right now, but not because you lied to us about being a faunus, or whatever lie you have cooked up in your head… I'm mad because you ran and didn't even try to salvage whatever situation that conversation descended into." He cocked and eyebrow, "In fact, part of the blame can even fall to me for not stopping it as soon as it turned south. I'm still not sure how talking about the Vytal festival tournament can make a conversation turn into you being a faunus..."
She had a confused expression, but one that seemed to be expecting something. Hatred likely. "I lied to you about being a faunus, you were completely in the dark until I just blurted it out-"
"My turn to interrupt. One, you didn't fool me with the bow, it's incredibly obvious. Two! You didn't say it per se, you just hinted to it. THREE! Why should I care that you're a faunus?"
His face was about as confused as hers right now.
"The faunus killed humans in the past-"
"They didn't do anything to me but okay."
"They still do it today in the form of the white fang!"
"Again, didn't do anything to me but okay."
"Why are you okay with this?"
He stared at her with a blank expression.
He never thought a face palm could make a sound so loud. He imagined there was now a red mark on his forehead right now.
He gave Blake a look that only said, 'Are you stupid?'
She once more adopted the confused look. "What?"
He said nothing for another minute, and when she didn't seem to be able to put two and two together, he fished in his coat for the picture he showed them.
It was of him, nine years old, and a stupid smile on his face. Beside him, a hand on his shoulder, was a taller woman, standing almost a six feet. In her other hand, standing from the stock of it, was a rifle with a bayonet and beautiful engravings depicting a great hunt.
She wore a brown overcoat that had a gray fur around the collar, long and practical to keep the cold out and in at the same time to regulate a steady body heat. The buttons were open and it made to reveal a chest that could easily fill a cup size above DD (whatever that is (Jaune doesn't know ;D)). She wore a gray shirt that left plenty for the imagination, and fading jeans that were a bit baggy.
A soft face, the face of a mother, yet still incredibly attractive, pale complexion, and silky red hair that trailed behind her. On top of her head, like a crown, were two fox ears, and a fox tail wrapped around the young Jaune. Apart from her chest, her most noticeable feature were her captivating silver eyes. She was knelt down, almost to the young Jaune's level, but still taller.
It was now that Blake's expression was set to the neutral one he was familiar with, but it was different.
It had an incredibly deep red blush on it.
He nodded slowly and with a slight tip to the side as if to say 'YEEAAAAAH! Now you remember...'
Blake seemed to find her hands to smell very nice and buried her face in them.
The blonde boy leaned over to see the picture and made a circle with his mouth, eyebrows set into high arches, and eyes bigger than saucer pans.
"DUUUUuuuuude! Who's that?!"
Jaune looked over to him and smiled. "My mother."
"I don't know you, but I think I can safely say that YOUR MOTHER, is HOT!" Jaune chuckled at the ridiculous expression the blonde faunus made. And a little at Blake for not realizing, to her expense.
"I forgot."
"Uhuh, tell me again how I defeated the ultimate evil and saved the world single handed." He had a look… A DAMNING LOOK! And it spoke volumes of humiliation to come.
The blonde faunus stopped (Slavic) squatting in his chair and took to sitting cross legged with his arms crossed over his lap.
"The common thing with what I said and what you said is that they didn't happen."
Blake dropped her hands into her lap and looked at the rather interesting ground. Away from Jaune.
"Alright, now that you're not going to run away again and I'm done tormenting you for what you put me, Yang, and even Weiss through, why haven't you introduced me to your friend here?" He said, pulling up a chair and putting the picture back into the inside of his coat.
Blake gestured to the blonde sat across from her, not looking up, "Sun Wukong." She put her hand down on the table and didn't say anything further.
"Well, short, sweet, and to the point. Kind of rude though." He extended his hand for Sun. "Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it." He flashed his award winning smile.
Sun snorted and tried (with little success) to cover up his smile.
Jaune frowned, "What's so funny?"
He looked up at Jaune and regained his composure. "I'm sorry, you just sound like my friend, Neptune."
"I like him already." He struck a heroic pose for no apparent reason, looking up into the sky. It was getting a bit late. "Oh damn." He stood up. "And I didn't even get the chance to order tea."
Blake looked up at him. "What, what's wrong."
"We gotta get back, the other's are surely worried sick… Either that or theorizing how many positions we're doing, damn Yang."
Blake seemed to lose most of the color in her face. "Oh don't get cold feet now."
When she seemed to be frozen to her seat, he lifted her up. "If you're going to protest, think again, you're going back."
"No, they'll hate me." she was content to be planted firmly at that spot, blank face and all.
"No they won't, Yang will be too busy hugging you to death and reprimanding you for running away and Weiss'll be too preoccupied with giving you forty verbal lashes to give you any lasting grudges now COME ON!" he raised his voice only a little, but it held a firmness, and so did Blake. He groaned. "You will come back or so help me I will-" He shook his head left and right to banish the thoughts of tying her up, putting her in a box and shipping her straight to their room.
Treacherous thoughts of context can wait for when he isn't going to imminently slap someone out of frustration.
He was patient, but when it came to these situations, he had none to begin with.
His time was a precious commodity and he used it all searching for her. It wasn't wasted however. But her being so reluctant wasn't helping his temper.
He sighed deeply and picked her up, carrying her bridal style. Also holding her hands in his own.
She adopted a blush, but made no effort to resist. "Put me down."
"I will carry you through the ocean to get you back to the team." Her blush deepened, consuming her entire face.
Context.
"Put me down." There was no effort in it now.
"Simple answer, no." He started off in the direction back towards Beacon.
"Mmmmm..."
"I'm going to assume that's a sound of protest, and I say to it that I'm not going back on this."
He kept walking, and turned around only to thank Sun for watching his partner, and bidding him farewell.
The walk was silent, and Blake's face still had red all over it.
Only the sound of Jaune's footsteps were heard between them as Jaune tried to think of a proper punishment.
Meanwhile in Blake's mind, she wasn't quite sure what she had in store for her right now, but had a pretty good Idea of how it would end up being.
"Is this your first time?" she managed to quietly pipe out.
"Hmm? Yeah, I guess so." He answered. He never carried anyone like this before, let alone a girl. He found it oddly intimate, yet he didn't allow his thoughts go to THAT.
MEANWHILE! In Blake's mind.
"So, this is you first time too?"
She nodded, splayed across the mattress, completely naked. Her bow was discarded and her ears were for the entire world to see. But now, only Jaune.
He ran a hand across her stomach, making her shiver. "Stop teasing." she whined.
He nipped at her ears as she let out a moan.
And it was now that she heard the sound of boots stepping on metal that she was pulled out of her thoughts, and looked around to see the inside of a bullhead, Jaune was putting her down at a seat and sitting next to her.
He had his arms crossed and he didn't quite look pleased.
Blake's blush flared as her mind went to even worse places.
MEANWHILE! In Blake's mind.
"No, their sleeping right next to us, they'll notice." she whispered as she was straddling her team leader.
"Keep your voice down and we'll get to have all the fun we want." he had a sly smile.
She nodded back and proceeded to kiss him deeply.
He grabbed a hold of her rear as she moaned into his mouth.
Blake started to take off her clothing as he shed off his shirt.
"Hey..." he said.
"Hey." he said again. She was confused now.
"HEY!" She was pulled out of her trance as he looked at her with concern now. Her face looked feverish at this point. He furrowed his brow and placed his hand on her forehead. "You don't seem to be sick. Why the red face?"
She blushed even more furiously. Why does HE have to be so calm about this? Oh well, it doesn't matter. She took a deep breath. "No matter what happens, I won't blame you. But please go easy on me."
"Oh no. YOU will get the worst punishment you ever will receive in your life. It'll be so bad, you'll beg for your parents to bend you over their knee. And I won't withhold on verbal lashings."
MEANWHILE! In Blake's mind.
"You are a naughty little kitty aren't you?" he said, she was in such a humiliating position, rear in the air.
"I'll teach you something you dirty little perv." He licked his finger and pushed it in her-
"HEY!"
She snapped out of it once again. The seat next to her seemed to be pretty interesting as she leaned a little into him.
That was uncalled for and raised a red flag and a penalty to be thrown at the thirty yard line.
"Why don't we just do it here?" She said relaxing her head into his chest. Oh god please no context, she's just wanting to get the punishment over with and she's just sulking. SHE IS NOT ASKING YOU TO SLEEP WITH HER! THIS IS NOT SOME SHITTY ANIME!
But he had to be sure, if only for his sanity. "What are you talking about?" he gave signs of concern.
She cupped her left cheek and blushed even harder, her face now being more red than Ruby's cape. "You're going to make me say it, so mean."
"Say what?!" he was now leaning away from her.
"Bending me over and having your way with me..." It was weak and quiet, but could be heard over the bullhead.
A silence befell them as Jaune said nothing. He simply looked at the seat opposite of him.
Half his mind was saying YEAH! GET THAT! The other half saying, SHE'S YOUR FUCKING TEAMMATE YOU FUCKING IDIOT! EXPLAIN TO HER THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU MEANT!
He chose to listen to the latter.
In a parallel universe, Jaune is seen having intercourse with Blake. FIN.
"Blake, you honestly thought that's what I meant."
She looked at him, bewildered at what she just heard. He wore a blank expression.
In his mind, the former half was screaming in defeat as the other was saying 'crisis averted'. Also in his mind were images of Blake in compromising positions in various states of dress. Delete mind image history, now!
He said with all the sanity he could muster, and to not say with a blush, "You're a pervert."
Blake sat there, backing away from Jaune. She looked to the seat opposite of her. The intricate details of it were quite intriguing, each line a story of its own.
"We don't speak of this and I'll act like you never had those thoughts alright?" Jaune looked to Blake for a response.
"Fine by me…"
He nodded and did his best to clear his mind of every single thought he could, save for that Blake ran away and he spent most of his day chasing after her…
God Dammit Blake!
GOD DAMMIT BLAKE!
Why you gotta be a perv? You read way too many of those smutty books.
Whatchu think dis is? Some random ass fuggin' porno?
HAHA! That's where you're wrong!
Silverfish are gross, they're in my bedroom. They're weird and tiny and EEEWWWWW!
"Semechki is the source of the infinite squat power of the slav!"
-Boris
Next update: December 12th, 2017