The door of team RWBY's door fell down as John's fist collided with it, filed by rage and embarrassment. The girls shouted, waking up to a seething teen glaring at them. Weiss shot back under her covers almost immediately, being completely nude.
"What the hell!?" The heiress screeched. John found this highly amusing, but it hardly made a dent in his rage.
"Yang, front and center!" John barked. Yang's body stiffened and then she relaxed her muscles, pretending to be in a deep slumber. John grabbed a hold of her bunk bed and vaporized the sucker, covers and all. The blonde girl fell to the ground with a thud, wearing only an orange tight tee shirt and panties. "And seriously, why do you people insist on sleeping nude?"
"Huh?" Yang said with false drowsiness. She rolled over and glanced around, searching for a blanket to pull over herself. John slammed his foot into the ground by her shoulder, taking careful aim not to hit her.
"Yang, I've had years of playing dead to avoid being caught by my parents whenever I was interrogated during the night. It never worked, but I still got good at it fast." He glared down at her, configuring his body to look as menacing as possible. He might as well have been trying to sweet talking a rock.
Yang dropped the act. She rolled on her side and gave him the famous grin she had. "So, did you come to thank me?" She said smugly.
"You better be grateful I woke up first, or else I would have to hurt you so bad you'd be the one stuck in a wheelchair." John bent down and pulled her up by the front of her shirt. The shirt stretched and gave him a view of her massive boobs, obviously pleasing Yang.
"Aggressive, aren't we?" She said seductively. Her hand shot forward to John's crotch, her grin faltering. "Wha? Why aren't you hard?" John laughed coldly and pinned her to the wall.
"I literally sleep with my girlfriend and she has never caught me hard." Yang's grin was gone now, a look of confused fear on her face. A teenager whose she couldn't seduce, how was she suppose to control him? "Mental power can control the entire body. Keep your blood flow under control, and you can stop awkward boners."
"And when did you learn to do that?" Weiss asked as she walked out of the bathroom. She and Ruby seemed unfazed by John's actions, just it chalking up to her screwing with his relationship again.
"When she had to nurse me when I had broken legs." He replied simply, removing the menace from his voice, quickly putting it back when he returned his attention to Yang. "I woke up to a naked Blake getting herself off with my side. After a discreet search of her memory, I found that she was not responsible. I then found the cameras and the alarm set to vibrate under her pillow. Quite enough to not wake me, but more than enough to wake Blake." He produced said alarm from his pocket, smashed.
"And you think it was me." Yang asked, acting innocent again. John's other hand disappeared into shadow and 2 dozen small cameras overflowed out of his palm. He dropped most of them and flipped over one, showing her name in large, yellow letters.
"Talk about death bye ego." John was really starting to like Weiss. Her smart ass bitchy attitude really added to the humor of the situation.
John summoned more strength than he was accustom to using and threw Yang, the bed reappearing before she hit the ground. She bounced once on the mattress. "There my cameras now." John said as he left the room. "And I think me and Blake can decide when to step it up. Stay out of this."
John went back to his room and woke Blake, whose was confused by her lack of clothes. She picked up her clothes and took off down the hall when he told her Yang's plot and how it had failed, probably to give her tips on her next attempt. John took the time to gather their materials, sneaking a toy mouse into Blake's bag. After putting out food for Bella, he met up with Blake and they walked down to breakfast.
Team JNPR was already at the table when team RWBY and John arrived. Pyrrha was delighted to see Blake and John holding hands again, asking questions about what had happened.
"Classified." John said, starting on a large stack of waffles. With his feelings in check, John no longer had the rage to draw energy from and he was absolutely famished. It was a bad idea to pull that stunt when I over exhorted myself yesterday. He thought as he vacuumed the food down his gullet.
Pyrrha jumped the wrong conclusion, going deep red like her hair and mumbling congratulations. Yang straitened her out, telling her that John had beat her again. Juane, clueless as ever, didn't quite understand what was going on.
"Pyrrha thought we did what you two did about a week and a half ago." John said, now making him as red as Pyrrha. Juane started to make excuses and was trying to cover up that he knew what he was talking about, and the whole table laughed. "Dude, the whole floor heard you two." Pyrrha was not quite when she was in bed, and John wasn't kidding.
The conversation generally drifted away from the topic, Yang fighting the whole way. They were about to head to class when Weiss showed a power John had no idea existed. His eyes tracked the little snow golem as it waddled down the table and fetched its master's scroll. Weiss pocketed her scroll and the golem turned into a flurry of snowflakes like the reverse of Olaf. The first thought in his head was he wanted one.
The first class of the day was professor Port, one of John's best subjects and frankly one of the most boring. At least today's rambling wasn't about a fishing trip. Professor Port had learned his lesson the hard way that John wasn't going to listen to his stories, it becoming a common occurrence for him to be summoned for fighting grim. At least, that's what John had thought.
"Mr. Straighter! Will you pay attention to me when I am teaching." Port called out, stopping his infamous story about the beowolf. John had been polishing his bone dagger, cut from the tusk of the first boarbatusk he had ever killed.
"I do pay attention when you're teaching." He said, not looking up from his job. "But I've already heard this one." Port swelled up like a balloon. The two of them had not gotten along ever since Port had tried to kill him, getting publicly embarrassed and John becoming famous.
As usual, John was called down to the floor to fight another grim. The floor opened up and an absolutely massive cage emerged, rattling at the wrath of the creature inside. "Let's up the ante." Port said with a triumphant grin. "No sword, no shield, and no hand gun. Go." Port slammed the release on the cage and jumped out of the way. A nethermore burst end out, buffing everyone in the room with the wind from its wings.
The fight took exactly 2.5 seconds. John materialized all of his guns and blasted the thing to hell, preventing it from doing any more damage. Unfortunately, he forgot to leave the RPGs out of it and got caught in the explosion, being thrown back. One giant dead bird, 58 guns, and over 200 shell casings fell to the ground.
"You sir," John panted. "Are absolutely crazy." He was light headed from the over usage of his ability. Admittedly, he probably didn't need to use so much fire power, but he had panicked at the sight of such a monster. He got up and started to make the guns vanish one by one, restoring each one to his shadow. When he finished, he took his seat next to Blake and promptly fell asleep.
There's was a dull murmur through out the class as Professor Port and a few volunteers cleaned up the Swiss cheese of a corpse. "You know, that's the first time I've seen him panic." Blake told Ruby.
"I'm surprised this nut even has a job." Weiss said. "It's like he is trying to kill him."
Ruby, on the other hand, thought differently. "I think it's that John keeps upstaging him. Though admittedly, we have been in the way of fire recently." Just last week, Port had released a whole pack of beowolves on John, forcing him to dispatch them all quickly in order to stop them from getting to the students.
"We could have protected ourselves." Weiss pointed out. "I think he just wanted all the kills. Just like in his games." She had a grudge like attitude to playing chess with John, seeing as he enjoyed to lead her around and kill all of he pieces, affectively clearing the board.
"I really pity you." Blake said. She had found out that John had been going easy on her, toying with her when she played. When he face off against Weiss, the battle was brutal. "He could out lie a snake."
The bell rang, waking up John from his slumber. He was slightly unsteady on his feet, but that was cured by a quick snack. Not shortly after class, a small rabbit faunus boy walked up to John and handed him 20 lien and walked away. John nodded and pocketed the money.
"He looks familiar." Blake said as the boy vanished. John raised an eyebrow.
"You know Kyle?" He asked, surprised that she knew the sneaky little bugger.
"I met him in town when we went into town with Lucas." She carefully avoided mentioning Sun. "Who is he?"
"An info dealer." John said. They turned into the library, John off to search for another fantasy book and Weiss to hold her study group for Yang and Ruby. "He must have gotten the video of the most recent fight." He picked a large book off the shelf, flipped through it, and put it back. "I make him a profit and he pays me for all the information on me that is added to his data bank." He picked up another book and this time held onto it. "It should be no surprise. My videos are rather famous. Especially the crippled ones."
"I thought you said you were broke." Blake said suspiciously. The rounded a corner and she suddenly ran forward, catching sight of a book she wanted. John chucked as he watched her hop up and down, trying to reach a copy of Ninjas of love, volume 2.
John grabbed it of the shelf and handed it to her. "I couldn't read this from across the room, but you could find it instantaneously." She blushed at his teasing. He ruffed up her hair, giving her a childish grin. John internally celebrated at changing the topic.
The pair found a secluded corner and sat down and started to read their respective books, Blake leaning against John's shoulder and John's arm draped around her. Together, they drifted off into their own private worlds, only bound to the real world by the feeling of fall against back.
A thought popped into Blake's head as she read her book. "Hey John?" He hummed, signaling he heard her. "Remember the first day we actually had fun together?" He nodded, not removing his eyes from his book. Blake reached over and put the book down, making him pay attention to her. "Yang knew back then and teased you. You got so embarrassed you hid from me the rest of the day."
"Yeah." John put the book aside, marking his page. "I still have that picture."
"I thought I deleted that." John hugged her as she sat on his lap, cradling her. "Ever wonder what would have happened if I didn't find you in that tree?" She said, purring as John's body heat encased her.
John had thought of it. "Now that I think about it, I really do owe that girl a lot, don't I?" If that hadn't happened, Blake wouldn't have known his secret so soon. Someone else would have probably been his caretaker, and they probably wouldn't be dating. He might have even lost to Carmon. "Maybe even my life."
"You should listen to her more often. She has good intentions." She said it in her normal tone, but John could see the rat trap she had carefully laid at his feet.
"No sex." He said sweetly, kissing her on the head.
"Damb it!"