This chapter is a bit shorter but I felt I covered everything that I wanted to, and my writing deteriorates when I try to expand something beyond what I feel is normal.
Sorry!
-Y.A.R.N.
Yang giggled at Weiss' mortification and bounded to the door, pulling it open and grabbing Jaune's arm, "Jaune! Just the man we need!"
Jaune, much to his chagrin and surprise was pulled inside by Yang, Ruby and Blake, "Guys, what the hell?!"
He noticed Weiss looking at the ground with her face flushed, and Jaune knew this was a bad sign. He glanced around wondering if there were any traps or hidden launch pads. Jaune closed his eyes; he was about to go into his Ozpin mode and demand and answer when a weight settled on his lap. His eyes snapped open to see a particular heiress sitting in his lap.
"Weiss?! Wha-"
"Yes, I am sitting on him." she grumbled, glaring at the people in the room who were trying not to laugh or blush, "PROBLEM?!"
Jaune face was turning red fast, and was fast approaching the hue of the Schnee heiress' blush.
"Now stop staring. Nothing to see here." She said staunchly trying to retain her pride as she shifted slightly on the blonde knight's lap.
"Uh…Weiss?!" Jaune said, his hands raised as if to pick her up and mover her away, his face was the same shade of red as a rose, "Please stop fidgeting."
"No." was her reply.
Yang was smothering her snickers and flat on her back her legs kicking helplessly at the air as she tried to breathe. When she regained some measure of control, she grinned.
"Enjoying yourself, princess?" she asked.
Yang was rewarded by a scowling and embarrassed Weiss clenching her eyes shut and forcefully saying, "Sh-shut up!"
Jaune had regained some measure of control and looked to the side fighting his blush down with an audible sigh, "This is making things hard…"
Yang grinned lecherously, "Like what, Mr. Knight? Perhaps something is a bit harder."
Everybody but Jaune got the innuendo and blushed, Jaune tilted his head and suddenly his eyes widened in understanding.
So much for keeping himself from blushing.
"NO! MONTY OUM, YANG! IS THAT ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT?!" He paused -taking a deep breath- and looked at the rest of the women assembled, "Can someone give me a recap on what led to this… position?" he asked, gesturing at the heiress situated on his lap.
"Well basically Yang irritated Weiss up into choosing dare while playing truth or dare, so Yang dared Weiss to sit on your lap all week whenever possible." Ruby explained quickly.
Jaune raised an eyebrow, "Weiss, please tell me it was more elaborately planned than simply 'irritating you'." Jaune said.
"Shut up!"
Jaune sighed, "You realize this is going to cause me trouble when working right? Or being anywhere around her."
Yang smiled, "Yup! I don't have a counter-offer, so you have to deal, Jaune."
Jaune sighed and lifted Weiss off his lap before he placed her on the floor. He got up and walked to the door before pulling it open.
"Well I won't take it sitting, Yang." Jaune quipped as he left.
Jaune was half-convinced he had the oddest dream, he was of some sort of situation that forced Weiss to sit on his lap and Yang was behind it. Jaune shook his head, as he got up.
"Hey Ren, did I actually get up to tell the girls to be quiet?" Jaune asked.
Ren mumbled something along the lines of, "Yes, now shut up."
Well shit.
Jaune hopes were shot down quickly.
Weiss was sleeping in her bed and even Nora was on her 'off'…For now.
Jaune got up and took a five minutes shower, as he came out he toweled his hair and walked over picking out a fresh set of clothing for the day ahead. Jaune wasn't aware he was being watched. Weiss hadn't wanted to get up, but when she heard the shower run she had opened her eyes and when she saw Jaune's bed empty, she put 2 and 2 together. When he walked out she averted her gaze and snuggled deeper into the pillow. After a moment of indecision as two parts of her mind waged war, she glanced at him and had to bite down on a horrified gasp.
Jaune's face had scars.
She was okay with that, she had a small scar but it gave her a small sense of understanding.
She knew she could HANDLE that.
But this was hard to wrap her head around.
Dark jagged marks made their cracked path down his neck and back, spider-webbing out from the ends like black nerves across his skin. Traveling over his shoulder blades and showing marks like lightning – continuing until they had disappeared under the waistband of his jeans. She knew without a doubt that the marks were probably mirrored on his torso as well, and that meant that head literally been cleaved THROUGH and survived. His body must have been no bigger than a nine year-old's when he got that if it had sliced THROUGH him so fully! His aura was probably his only thing that kept him alive, and he may not have even noticed its colossal and simply staggering amount of potential power.
To be able to heal him after that? That hadn't even crippled him.
She was able to break out of her slight daze as he slipped on his signature orange shirt, hiding his chiseled physique and jagged scars from her eyes. Jaune turned to look at her and her eyes snapped shut, hoping, PRAYING, he hadn't seen her ogling his body. Not that it wasn't worth being looked at. He had more than enough muscle to be strong, but was leaner and more agile that people would think that when he would initially approach them. Weiss buried her face into her pillow and groaned.
Damn you and your physique, Jaune Arc!
Jaune was forking his omelet into his mouth, chewing with a bored expression as he added some more ketchup to his food. Right then Yang walked up and plopped herself right in front of him.
"Sooo, Jaune." She said.
"Sooo, Yang." Jaune replied.
"Where is Weiss? Should your ice princess be here and I don't know, living up to her bet?" Yang said gazing around the room.
Jaune smirked, "It seems she hasn't been able to make it to breakfast. I will definitely have to check on her later, too bad. Looks like the week will pass without any good material for you, Yang."
She grumbled, and tried to get a rise out of him, "You such a scaredy cat."
Jaune flinched dramatically, "Oh no, it's my shadow! Save me, Yang! Ahhhhh!"
Yang groaned, "You're pretty good at verbal play."
"I had to pick up how to defend myself, and sometimes words are more damaging than blades or guns could ever hope to be." Jaune said, his voice turning a tad stern under the humor, "You need to know that, Yang."
She blinked, "How do you do that?"
"What?" Jaune said as he took another bite.
"Change your demeanor and stuff."
Jaune took a quick gulp of milk and said, "I am a really frank person, Yang. I say what's on my mind unless I have to deceive someone. Usually I talk about things I have gone through or have seen, and it affects how I look at them."
Yang raised an eyebrow, "Hope you don't mind me asking but when people talk about your scars…"
Jaune sighed and scraped the last bit of his food into his mouth as he got up, "You wouldn't understand. See you."
Jaune slammed Tucker into the floor and blocked a vicious kick from Velvet. He used a pulse of aura to knock her away.
Jaune grunted as he jumped back, "Damn Velv, you only got stronger."
Velvet didn't respond but smirked as she spun a roundhouse kick. Jaune grinned as it came and raised his arms into a boxing stance as he ducked under and used his left side to step in. Using his aura to power his strike he launched a heavy left jab into side and switched swinging his right into her ribs. Velvet's eyes scrunched shut as her face contorted in pain. She collapsed and fall to the floor, Jaune winced; he shouldn't have put too much force behind that last blow. Letting out a war-cry, Tucker attacked Jaune with a myriad if jabs, hook, kicks, and sweeps. Jaune eyes narrowed as the moves started to become sloppy with his rage.
"TUCKER." Jaune said, "CALM YOURSELF, HOW CAN YOU EXPECT TO AVENGE SOMEONE IF YOU LET YOUR GRIEF AND RAGE IMPAIR AND CRIPPLE WHILE YOU'RE FIGHTING?"
Tucker let out a huff, but his blows became sharper and slightly faster. Jaune stuck out his left and raised his right hand's guard in an emulation of Muay Thai. He grabbed the back of Tucker's head and slammed his knee into his stomach, Tucker let out a pained gasp and stumbled back. Jaune dashed forward and clocked Tucker in the jaw with a right straight. Tucker -face twisted in pain- hurried to set his guard back up. Jaune moved out of his stance and ran forward, arms loose. Tucker backed up and threw several straights until Jaune's fist flashed across his face. Tucker hissed, it was like someone had whipped him. Jaune jumped into the air and threw a spinning roundhouse that slammed into Tucker's temple despite his guard. Tucker collapsed.
Jaune landed and blew out a breath, "Phew! You guys are…uh guys?"
Velvet was still curled up on the floor and Tucker was out cold.
"Ah dammit!" Jaune panicked.
Jaune was leaning against the wall next to Tucker and Velvet's beds, "Sorry guys I got carried away."
"It's fine." Velvet said, wincing.
"It's not!" Jaune retorted, "How am I protect people if I can't control my own strength?!"
Jaune sighed and rubbed his face against his hand, Tucker slapped him upside the head, "Shut up, Jaune. You just have trouble not losing yourself in battle during practice, we get that. You are a combat junkie, we are still your friends, and nothing'll change that although the roundhouse to my head was a bit much."
Jaune sighed but grinned, "I know, but I don't know why I have these random moments where my body's power goes into flux like this… It's like having a river that dams up at a certain point and begins to push out more aura alongside the amount I want to add…It's just kind of frustrating."
Velvet reached out and took his hand in a show of care, "Jaune maybe you should to talk to your dad about it, do you think that he could help?"
Jaune shook his head, "He remembers my father could do a few thing with his aura but his aura never had this problem, the only problem my father ever had was trying not to hyper-burn through his aura since he had so much. My father tended to be irresponsible like that and apparently it drove my mother mad. I never really had a problem with those practices."
Jaune was about to sink into his memories when he and Velvet nearly jumped out of their skins at the sound of Tucker's fist meeting the flesh of his pal and him yelling, "THAT'S IT! I KNOW EXACTLY HOW TO FIX WHATEVER THE PROBLEM YOU'RE HAVING IS!"
"How can he/I fix it?" Both Jaune and Velvet asked in unison.
Tucker's brainier moments sometimes led to more trouble than help, like the last time he had a good idea, they somehow managed to flood the third and second floor of the school they had been going to.
Good thing Jaune managed to get them out before anyone realized what had happened.
Tucker pointed at Jaune, "You haven't practiced your aura to your specific needs Jaune!"
Jaune raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean."
"You went after the common problems that your father and Ozpin went through with their aura, you never checked out what problem you may have. You aren't your dad or father, you're you. You're Jaune Arc, use your family book to see if it is a problem, or consult Ms. Goodwitch to see if it has something that a few people have to deal with, then whichever one it is, you train yourself until you have the problem under control." Tucker said, finishing with a proud smile on his face.
Jaune and Velvet stared at him until Jaune spoke up, "You know Tuck, there are times when I am absolutely convinced that you are an incurable idiot or moron, but then you decide to give me a brilliant plan or idea, and I have to hold back on that opinion until you do something stupid again."
Velvet burst out giggling, only to guffaw helplessly as Tucker sputtered angrily and begin to chase Jaune around the room.