Over the next week Jon learned that Blake was not a morning person. He also learned a very funny, and dangerous, way to wake her up.
John's scroll started to sing Flight of the Valkyrie, bringing the male out of his slumber. He pushed the button on the scroll and it went silent. The steady soft breathing from his left told him Blake was still asleep.
"Blake! Get up. We got to get ready for class." No response. John threw his pillow and missed. "Alright, you leave me no choice." He laughed internally at what he was about to do. One of his clones appeared in the air above the sleeping faunus, casts and all. John fell on top of Blake and pulled her into a hug. "Morning!" He cried gleefully.
Blake sprung out of bed and back handed the clone, who disintegration into shadow. "I thought I told you don't do that!" She hissed.
"Well short of shooting, I don't know any other way of getting you out of bed. Now help me up. I need to use the bathroom." She complied, helping him into his chair. Through much effort, John had learned how to get from his chair to the toilet on his own. He wasn't letting Yang get a picture of that happening.
Blake busied herself with giving Bella her morning feeding. I know it's hard to wake me up in the morning, but that always feels like he's over stepping his boundaries. She removed her bow and began to brush her hair. John had begun dropping clones on her after two days of her sleeping in. On both accounts they had been late.
The bathroom door opened an John wheeled himself out. He was sporting a fresh shave and smelled of deodorant. "Bathroom's free." Blake left the room and he rolled over to his draws. He pulled out a new pair of pants. He had struggled his way out of his sweats and was trying to get another pair on when Blake finally came back out.
John turned beet red and spun his chair to obscure her view, desperately attempting to get his pants on his massive legs. "You know." Blake said. "For someone who is so friendly in the way you wake me, you seem to do your best to stop me from doing my job when it comes to you getting undressed."
"Of course I would!" John exclaimed as Blake helped him into the pants. "Only a helpless pervert would want a girl help with those things, not to mention the fact you know I like you far beyond the friend zone."
"Then wouldn't you want me to see?" She tossed him a new shirt and he put it on. It was interesting on how he could change shirts so quickly and always have one on at the same time. Who would have thought the guy who would gladly toss clones on a sleeping girl would be self conscious about his body.
"No. Absolutely not." John was trying to slip on his tennis shoes with the tip of his sword. Blake put a stop to it immediately. As she tied his shoes, John reached under her bow and scratched the base of her ears. "But I will spoil you without regrets, but not in public. Secrets should be kept." She gave a quite purr before she came to her senses and shrugged him off.
"What about that promise you told me? Didn't you say you were not going to make a move?" She reminded him. She had her usual glare on, but John couldn't help but feel like it was just a bit softer.
"It's not making a move if I'm paying you back for your help." Blake just huffed. John sighed. To cute. "Come on. The rest of your team should be at breakfast by now." They took an elevator down to the main floor and made their way to the cafeteria, were they joined up with team RWBY and JNPR. Blake seemed to have put the mornings events behind her.
"What do we have today, Weiss?" John asked as Blake handed him his tray.
Weiss checked her schedule. "Today we have Professor Port in the morning and Professor Connor in the evening." She didn't sound to excited. Port was generally boring to begin with, but Professor Connor was usually fun. When the room wasn't exploding, that is.
They finished their food and began to head over to Ports class room.
"Hey John." Yang said as he kept pace with the group.
"What? Got anymore good leg jokes?"
"No." She flashed her smile. "Wan'a race?" She didn't wait for an answer and took off running. John fallowed close behind in hot pursuit, dangerously cutting sharp turns around corners.
"That is so childish." Weiss commented as the two teens burned rubber. "And I had thought he was mature when I first met him."
"Well, he is fifteen." Blake pointed out. "It's like expecting Ruby to act like an adult."
"Wait, he's younger than me!?" Ruby exclaimed loudly. "But he stands at about six feet tall!" Blake snickered.
"It makes it hell to put on his pants." Blake told them about the events of that morning. By the end of the tale the girls no longer felt as if being tall was going to help John. "He was happy to have me take care of him until he found out he needed me to change his underwear."
Weiss and Ruby blushed. "You've done that?" Weiss asked. Blake immediately blushed as well.
"No. When he found out he stole my key and hid in the bathroom. He used his sword to get dressed, but he ended up with a really big scratch on his chest." She remembered how she had scolded him as she tended to his wound. And to believe she had thought he was a good guy, just to find out he was as bad as she was on catnip sometimes.
The trio heard a loud crash, a cry of pain, and hysterical laughter. The rushed to the scene to find John had tried to take the turn in the door to quickly and had lodged the chair snug in the door way. John now lay in pain on the classroom floor in pain and Yang still in the hallway, bellowing with laughter.
"AND JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? DO YOU WANT ME TO BREAK THE REST OF YOUR LEGS?" Blake yelled. John flinched and stopped moving, staying perfectly still in fear. She was really angry and he was really hurt, so he didn't see how this was going to end well.
Blake and Yang got him off the ground and back into the chair. "Even with your aura focused completely on your legs, it's going to take at least three weeks to heal." John saw that Blake's eyes were dilated.
"I-I'm sorry Blake." He suddenly felt like he was a kid again, being scolded by his mother. "But the injured guy out ran The Blonde Dragon, that got to count for something."
Blake raised an eyebrow. "The blonde dragon?"
"I don't know." Yang said. "I kind of like it." Ruby agreed. She was blonde, and her attacks were fire based. The name fit well. "Is Ruby the cookie blur?"
"Why not?" The five started to think of new nick names until the bell rang and the girls had to go to their seats. John took up position in a corner of the room. The lesson went as usual, meaning Professor Port got sidetracked almost immediately. Somehow class had turned into a really boring story of a fishing trip when he was younger, and John had started to dose off. Port noticed immediately.
"Oh? You think you don't need this class anymore, since you can sleep while I'm talking?!" He spoke with an even voice, but John could tell he was angry.
"Well, the only thing I learned today is that you were spinning the reel the wrong way, and that's why you couldn't catch the fish." He said groggily. Port's eye twitched.
"Ok. If you think your so skilled, get on the field." The professor ordered. John tried to protest but was cut off. "You are allowed one weapon. Get to the field." John sulkily moved onto the field.
"You can't do that! It will kill him!" It was Blake that yelled out. She was standing, team RWBY was with her.
"Just let him. He deserves it after what he did to me on the first day." It was Cardin. He roared his approval at the idea of John getting murdered.
Normally quiet Velvet spoke up. "What are you talking about? I remember you doing that on your own will. I didn't see him do anything to you." John mentally face palmed. They had forgotten to tell Velvet the truth.
"I was possessed!" Cardin protested. "His voice was in my head, I swear!" There was a wave of laughter throughout the crowd. Even the professor chuckled slightly. John didn't like Cardin, but no one deserved to be rejected because people thought he was insane.
"Cardin, stop." John called up the row. "There is some truth to what you said. And if you don't want said experience to happen again, don't make me your enemy." John pulled out his gun and and checked the cartridge. "Red, white-yellow, non modded tip. Could have gone with APR, but this will do."
John rolled onto the stage and had his back to the cage. John already knew it was a boarbatusk. What else would port use? "Are you ready?" Port asked. Cardin yelled that he was a cocky bastard. John nodded. "Then begin."
The cage slammed open. John counted to five as he listened to the grim charged. He turned into a shadow in just in time. The boarbatusk smashed into his chair, speeding past. There was a yell and scuffle from somewhere in the classroom, but John couldn't lose focus. He piggybacked on the grim's shadow as it rolled past. He dropped out after 3 seconds, knowing from his studies that the charge lasted only 10-12 seconds max. He had landed on his back. As quick as he could possibly move, he gripped the pistol with both hands aimed, and fired.
There was a flash and a squeal of pain, fallowed by a small explosion and splattering noises. The combination of white and yellow dust had accelerated the bullet, easily piercing the unprotected hide of the boarbatusk's hind quarters. The red dust kicked in and that is were the explosion came from.
John looked at professor Port blankly. "Can you get me my chair? As you can see, I'm a cripple right now." Silence. The room was utterly silent. John wondered if he had died again.
Suddenly, a loud roar of applause and cheers echoed through the room. Team RWBY and JNPR came down and carried him to his chair like a trophy. Cardin was practically smoking out of the ears in rage. Blake had tears in her eyes.
"Your one crazy bastard, you know that right?" Blake honestly thought he had really been killed.
"I made my first kill in the same manner." John watched with a smile as Port tried to calm the riot that had sprung up. Someone had caught the whole fiasco on camera. "I can see the headlines now. Professor makes severely injured student fight, student wins and starts a riot." Then added hopefully. "Maybe wins a girlfriend?" The group laughed.
Professor Port finally got the class back into order just in time for the bell to ring. The class flooded out of the room, determined to tell everybody what had happened. Team RWBY was heading to the library to study. John tagged along, needing to return some books.
When they walked out and hour later, John's chair was loaded with books and Yang looked like her soul was stolen. John's scroll vibrated. There was email of the video in Port's class.
"Wild fire. That's what this is." He shook his head as he put the scroll away. After lunch, (John hid out in the courtyard, avoiding the chaos) they went to professor Connors class. This time the teacher was the one who congratulated him on his achievement.
"Well done, me boy, well done! I have never seen such advanced usage of dust, especially for someone at such a young age!" Professor Connor taught the art of using dust, combining them to produce different effects. It was John's favorite subjects.
"To be honest, I had to develop that one outside." The two of them laughed. "If you combine pink, white, and yellow you get this little ball of light that sits there for five minutes." The two of them talked about what different mixtures wielded different effects for almost ten minutes before Blake finally dragged John away.
Today's lesson was based off of John's stunt in grimanolagy, giving that everyone in the room had it fresh on their minds. Connor went over in quite detail about how it was done. John noticed throughout the lecture, Weiss was more bored then ever.
John reached out mentally to her. Don't freak out. I'm using telepathy, so only you can here me.
Weiss flinched. John could sense her confusion. Finally, she talked. What do you want?
How did you make that ice-shell? I've tried many times and couldn't get it right. He sent her memories of him freezing everything around him and, occasionally, himself.
Try using your aura. It gives you a greater range of manipulation. He sensed a bit of pride in her words.
Ah, so that's how you could bend your shots. Thank you, my lady Schnee. He made sure she knew he was joking around before he cut the line.
The class ended with Professor Connor having John display some of his special ammunition. John used his his newly famous PER (penetrating explosive round), his non lethal water bullets, his lightbulb shot, and his smokescreen shot. He refused to show any of his bullets he would use during sparing though.
"You know." Yang commented as they left class 20 minutes later. "I got a nickname for you now."
"Oh? What's that?"
"The Unbeatable Cripple."