So, if you guys were hoping to laugh today now is the time to let those giggles through. Or exhale hard through your nose. Whatever works for you Lol. I'll be focusing heavily on making this chapter hilarious, or as much as I can make it. The time for serious shit is over for now, so in the meantime enjoy some Diam and his purple goodness.
Beta: CrowSkull
Detective Grimm
Chapter 27
"Ah, a new challenger appears!" Diam cheered and threw his arms to the side. New people were always his favorite, first impressions were always his favorite. And anyone who liked to tease the Specialist as much as he did was automatically placed above Penny on the friend's list. The red-eyed man, whose name was Qrow from the moment Diam looked through his memories for information. "And what is your name?" He asked anyway so he wouldn't be perceived as weird.
Qrow smiled right back at him, his red eyes moving from the embarrassed ice blue to the ecstatic purple. From the outside, it may have looked like two men finally realized their most deepest desires… enjoyments of other men. But with those two, it was like seeing that one old friend who you could fuck around with however you wanted and neither of you would get offended by it. Perfect.
"Qrow, Qrow Branwen." The huntsman said as he walked further into the ballroom and extended his hand out. "And yours?"
Diam licked his lips.
"Me? Why, my name is-"
"UNCLE QROW!"
"Not that."
Ruby and Yang clashed into their uncle at speeds unprecedented. The old huntsman was not expecting it, and while he was able to catch Ruby with ease, when Yang dove in and wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his torso, he cried out and tittered over like an unstable tower. Watching a tall man fall over was a hilarious sight, especially since it was caused by two teenage girls. His legs couldn't find purchase with the floor beneath them and the air was driven from his lungs because of the human-shaped impact against his chest.
When he finally on the floor, Qrow heaved for air and surrendered himself to his two nieces. Ruby squealed even louder as if a banshee and Diam found himself picking his ear for any damage. While Yang just laughed her ass off as she tried to find a way to get off her uncle without hurting him any further, but of course it was all to no avail.
"Hmph," The Specialist crossed her arms and no longer embarrassed, smirked a satisfied smirk at the sight. "Serves you right, drunkard."
"Uncle?" Weiss finally snapped out of it. "Ruby and Yang have an uncle?"
"Are you so surprised?" Blake asked her. "Ruby's home screen on her scroll is a photo of her, Yang, her dad and her uncle."
"Why would I look or care about the background image on her scroll, Blake?"
Blake just shrugged. "I cared."
Weiss scrunched up her face and tilted her head with confusion. "Why?"
Blake looked at her, almost with a bored expression. "Because."
Diam watched the scene before him for a few more moments before deciding that it wasn't funny anymore. With a call out and a snap of his fingers, he individually teleported Ruby and Yang off of the tipsy man underneath them and put them on top of the piano up on the stage, now entangled with each other in their own limbs. Next, he snapped his fingers a second time with his offhand, and Qrow found himself standing upright once again.
"Good to meet you, human!" Diam said with an all too pleased smile that had Winter terrified as she realized that the two most annoying men in her life were about to become the best of friends. "Diam Grimm is the name, make sure you remember it or else I am going to have to wipe you from existence." His wink told the man that he was joking, but really, Qrow better not forget his name… No one forgets Diam Grimm, master of attraction.
"Ah," Qrow shook the confusion out of his face as he gripped the man's hand back in return. "You too bud, Oz told me about a new professor. You him?"
"Ugh," Diam yanked his hand out of Qrow's grip and rolled his eyes so violently it was a wonder how the planet wasn't destroyed because of it. "That would be my brother I'm afraid, you'll know it when you see him. Tall, black, golden hair and as the kids would put it, mega thick."
"Well then," Qrow laughed. "I didn't expect there to be two people in the world with the surname Grimm. Where'd that come from if you don't mind me asking?"
"Haha I do in fact," Diam said with a smirk and a shine of purple eyes. "Let's just leave it as a great idea and leave it that. You have no idea how close it was to being something that didn't nearly have as much ring to it and-" He stopped speaking as his sense spiked up. The handshake he shared with the man sent a signal to him, a signal of the old magic of a time long past. It was so small and insignificant that he didn't know if he could have found it if he didn't absentmindedly scan the man with his eyes just then. It wasn't a particularly powerful kind of magic, but it was of druid origin, of avian origin. And that brought a greater smile to his face.
"What are you doing here Qrow?" Winter leaped onto the chance to speak the moment it was provided for her. "Aren't you supposed to be on a mission? Don't tell me you returned just to gorge yourself on more alcohol."
"No," If offended, the man didn't show it. But Diam… oh did he sense it. There wasn't much that got to Qrow but being called out as an alcoholic always irked him somewhat.
If only he knew the Olympic sized pools of alcohol that he has drank, in one serving no less.
"I'm actually here because my mission dictates for me to be here," Qrow said with a teasing smile that had Winter forced to remain silent lest she be baited even more.
"And what is that mission?" Diam whispered. "Don't worry, I can keep a secret, and I ever so desire to know…"
The word was spoken and Qrow felt a dizzying feeling within his mind. His eyes, now half-lidded, were dazed as he felt himself speak without prompting. "I… had to locate Sa-"
"No no!" Winter waved her hands wildly in front of Diam's face, which broke off the concentration due to his mortal body's natural reflexes reacting and shutting his eyes. "None of that Diam, it is confidential information and there are children around."
"What… what just happened?" Qrow asked dizzily and went ignored.
"Oh please," Diam continued. "In the past few weeks, those children have seen more action than a whores vagina, and there is nothing you can say that can disprove that."
Winter wanted too. She wanted to do so badly. Just to rub it in his stupid purple-eyed face and stupid black horns. But really, in some roundabout way, he was right. Team RWBY has almost been through more action than even her and her partner have. She felt like she should be disappointed about that, but her partner had been a part of both times they found themselves in trouble, so she couldn't be too disappointed.
"W-wait, they have?" Qrow whirled. "What happened? Who did it!?" His hands balled into fists and one of them even reached behind to grab his weapon. "I'll kill him… or her... Them…"
"Calm yourself, Mister Branwen," Diam said as he clapped the man on the shoulder, immediately dispelling such foolish thoughts from his mind. "I can assure you that each and every one of those girls still remain pure and mostly innocent." He almost shivered as he glanced toward the silver-eyed Ruby, who was still laughing and giggling in amusement as she tried to escape from her sister. "You don't want to know what goes through the young ones head… trust me there."
"Okay," Qrow easily accepted, only because Diam was making him to. It would be annoying if he got up in arms about that. "Well, it was good to meet you then I guess," he continued as Diam took his hand off him, and the glanced off towards the heiress and the cat faunus. "And I'll properly introduce myself to you two later, promise. I have to go report to the headmaster for now and let him know about what I found out on my mission." He then gave a two-finger wave toward the two wrestling girls on top of a piano. "I'll visit you two later my least favorite nieces!"
"By Uncle Qrow!" Ruby waved back happily, even as she was being held upside down by her sister.
"See ya!" Yang waved back with her free hand.
Qrow then turned back to Diam and looked him up and down. He knew that there was a new detective and huntsman in town, but he didn't know that they were the same person much less that they were the brother to the newly hired professor that he wanted to meet. He was strong, Qrow immediately figured out. Very stronger, probably stronger than him. The way he carried himself, and the fact that he didn't carry around a weapon and was apparently investigating the White Fang told him that. Diam Grimm was not to be trifled with, and later he would like to share a drink with the man.
"Nice horns, they look sick." He complimented.
Diam's smile grew to face splitting proportions. Oh, he liked this man very much now. Even if he ended up destroying the world again, he would make sure that Qrow would be one of the men left behind to help repopulate the world. That, or just make it a little more hospitable.
"And you," Qrow winked toward the Specialist. Who glared back at him in reply. "Don't blow a gasket without me, I wanna be there to record it."
"Go away."
Qrow laughed and waved back at them as he walked away and left the ballroom. As he did so, Diam looked between him and the Specialist, trying to sense and see if there was anything that was going on between the two of them. He found that there was not, and he didn't know why he was just slightly relieved for finding that out. Qrow just liked baiting and teasing the younger woman, and Winter was very irritated by the man. Though, they did share a drink once. Nothing happened after that, but Qrow often boasted that he was the first to melt her thick layer of coldness.
Hah, on that front, Diam felt like he deserved a medal for how fast the Specialist warmed up to him.
"He was nice," Diam said to his partner as the man secretly turned into a bird and flew off. "Friend of yours?"
"He wishes," Winter huffed. "Though it seems that you two got along swingingly. How… utterly unsurprising."
Diam laughed. Well, of course he and Qrow would hit it off so quickly. The man was similar to him in terms of personality, the major differences being — and besides the fact that he was a God — that the God in disguise simply had more class, and the maturity to take some more situations more easily with the way he takes on the situations that present themselves to him. He was sure that there were more differences than he could list off but in the end he didn't care. Qrow was a like-minded individual to him, and he liked that. End of story. Also, if it meant teasing the Specialist even more, then he'd gladly take that chance.
"I'm in a good mood again!" Diam exclaimed to the ballroom after deciding something. What Glynda, Penny and he talked about was pushed to the back of his mind to think about another time, but for now… "You four are setting up a school dance, correct?"
"That is what we told you earlier, yes."
"Haha… Catgirl, speak to me with that snark again and I'll teleport you in a cage with a dog." Diam threatened with a shine of purple eyes.
Blake wisely leaned back and remained quiet.
"Are you going to help us even more?" Ruby asked after finally recovering from the little scuffle she had with her sister.
"I don't know about that mentor," Weiss said. "I wouldn't want to impose on you any more than I need to…"
"Nonsense," Diam waved a hand dismissively at her. "If my partner deems that her time is worthy of wasting it on you four, then I shall as well."
"Was that a compliment, an insult or both?" Winter asked, utterly confused once again.
"Indeed it was, yes," Diam answered.
"Hm."
"So anyway!" Diam spread his arms apart, and in each hand, there was a hem of purple and snapping gestures already prepared. "Let us get this party started!"
Before anyone could protest, Diam snapped both his fingers and a transparent harmless explosion of energy exploded from his body. Really, the people of Remnant retaining the ability to harness semblances was very handy, since it gave Diam so many excuses to use his magic without suspicion. Besides, he was known to be a powerful man anyway, what's a few alterations to a school dance going to do besides make him look even better than before? Nothing bad was the answer, and he was happy with just that.
The banners that Yang and Blake had made and hung up were improved upon and enhanced. The white cloth turned into expertly crafted material and special patterns of ancient times meant for parties were engraved. The font of the words were changed to a beautiful cursive as well. Next was the floor, which was clear of all litter and debris, and instead of the dull grey tiled color, Diam took it upon himself to turn all those little tiles into glowing patterns similar to that of the dancefloor in his club. Once he was happy with the result, he went on to the tables at the side and improved them as well, and then the stage, and the piano, and the speakers. On and on he went, laughing the entire time with pure joy and glee.
"Diam…" Winter was nearly speechless as she watched this all unfold. It was unlike anything that she's seen before. Just as much destruction his power was capable of, it was also able to create beauty. Somehow, that put a warm feeling in her stomach as she watched her partner… friend, go on and improve the ballroom. "You continue to impress." She whispered warmly. Content to stand back and let her partner have his fun for once.
When Diam was finally done with all his improvements, which only took about a minute or two, he waved his hands and completed all the final little touches.
Team RWBY looked around in awe at the newly improved ballroom. There was nothing to complain about, everything was pretty much perfect in their eyes. Except maybe for the slight over-abundance of the color purple, but such a thing can be looked over easily. Ruby and Yang ran around in their excitement, looking at every little detail, while Blake watched from a distance, and Weiss came up to him personally and offered her thanks.
"Thank you," She said. "We were all so clueless on what to do. I am from a different class, and they all have different experiences of parties than I do. Thank you."
"Hmph," Diam reached forward and patted his apprentice on the head. Weiss was too surprised to resist like she usually might have. "You're welcome heiress, now, get ready to get ready for the dance." His purple eyes sparkled. "Because I have a feeling it's going to happen sooner rather than later."
Weiss blinked her eyes with confusion. "What do you mean-"
Winter whirled on her. "Don't ask him that!"
"Too late!" Diam exclaimed. "New idea children! Time to make the headmaster make an announcement and none of you can stop me!" He pointedly aimed that directly toward Winter. "Bye-bye!"
He was gone before she could stop him. Winter sighed and ran a hand down her face, how could she not see this coming?
"What does he mean?" Weiss repeated, this time toward her.
"What do you think he means?" Winter snapped. "He aims to start this dance early, and since he and the headmaster are on such good terms… Weiss, tell me, what are the chances that most of the student body already have dresses or suits prepared for the school dance?"
Weiss's face ran cold and pale as she realized the same thing her sister had. "Oh… Good chances." She said. "Much too good of a chance…"
"Ozma!"
"Ah!" Ozpin let out a terrified yelp as the God of Darkness suddenly appeared again, sitting on his desk with his face much too close to his for comfort.
"Ozma? Oh come on, I'm not that scary. I mean, unless I'm in my dragon form I'm basically just a mass of purple in the shape of a person."
"That mass of purple you describe is also nearly twenty feet tall and with devil horns," Ozpin whined as he picked himself off of the ground, only to realize who he was dealing with and immediately went down to one knee. "What is it that you need from me, God of Darkness."
"Well when you put it like that I have half a mind to make you satisfy my mortal needs," Diam laughed at the way Ozpin's face paled. "But no, I have the Malachite twins or Glynda for that whenever I need them, and I have them on speed dial."
Ozpin didn't need nor want to know that. But now he can never forget.
"Moving on, I need you to give an announcement for me," Diam spoke animatedly, always moving some part of his body as he spoke. Being in his Godly form at the moment it was easy to intimidate the ancient soul of Ozma to doing whatever he wanted, and since they were alone with no sign of anyone interrupting them, it was oh so easy.
"What kind of announcement?" Ozpin asked, suddenly a little more afraid.
"Nothing bad," Diam shrugged his massive God shoulders. "Just start the School dance early tonight and… that's about it, honestly."
"I… can't just start it tonight." Ozpin protested. "Preparations need to be made, the students need time to prepare and-"
He stopped when Diam reached forward and grabbed him by the face and forced information into his mind.
"Oh lord, you finished setting it up all by yourself," Ozpin said with an explosive sigh. "I don't know why I even bother, what happens if I say no?"
"Do you really want to find out?" Diam asked, his human form returning so his threatening smile can return to adorn his face as he stared down the old headmaster.
"I suppose not," Ozpin went back up to his feet and made his way toward the button fixed to his desk that allowed him to make announcements throughout the entire school. He could mask this as some hired help from Team RWBY and blame it on them, or maybe he can just give the God his credit and make him more popular. Neither was a good option where he was concerned, but it was better than potentially angering the God of Darkness.
He sighed internally as he went on to push said button and say exactly what the God wanted him to.
Only that it wasn't him saying it, he'd been rendered unconscious the moment Diam found out what that button really was.
Mercury and Emerald didn't know what to do, say, or even attempt.
"Make sure you get all your little asses ready and get yourselves in your prom suits and-or dresses! If you don't, automatic expulsion!"
"Is that a serious announcement?" Mercury just had to ask. For anyone to make an announcement for a huntsman academy like Beacon, they had to get some kind of special permission, right? The headmaster wouldn't just let this go on without some kind of supervision, right? Why was Diam Grimm, the same guy who Cinder warned them specifically not to fuck with, able to make an announcement to the entire school without so much of an automatic censoring machine.
"And before you ask, yes, there will be alcohol."
"I don't think I want to risk not going and getting punished for it," Emerald said. "He still doesn't know who we are, and I think it'll only raise suspicions if we don't attend this… what did he call it?"
"Early activation of the ballroom dance," Mercury repeated for her knowledge. "You think he's really what Cinder swears he is? I feel like a literal God wouldn't waste his time with us humans."
"I don't know, do you want to go and see?"
Mercury whistled as if he didn't say anything.
"That's what I thought." Emerald sighed and then brought out her scroll, but before making any calls, she looked to Neo, who sat on her bed patiently with an ever so smug smile to her face. The little bitch had the perfect semblance for surprise parties, she was already in a dress and she didn't even bother to try and change her hairstyle. It required no effort for her, it just always was. Emerald thought that was incredibly unfair since she had to wrestle with her hair to get it as straight and shaped as it was even when she was in a fight.
"So do you wanna go and tell Cinder about this or…?" Mercury made it very clear that he was not going to be the one who had to tell Cinder about what had just occurred. Emerald glared at him through the corner of her eye as she scrolled all of the three contacts in her scroll. She had another list that consisted of the entire team RWBY and even two members from JNPR, but they were all listed as 'Annoying shits I want to kill later' so she didn't count them. The only ones that she did count was Mercury, not that he'd ever know, Cinder, because obviously, and then Roman. Who was in the same boat as Mercury.
She paced around awkwardly as the scroll was ringing up Cinder. She had to hide her scroll when Mercury tried to look over her shoulder and see the little red heart emoji that she had next to Cinder's name.
He didn't need to know. Cinder was queen, and that was absolute.
"What is it, Emerald?" Cinder asked tiredly. Emerald felt bad immediately, ever since that Diam guy attacked her at the docks and showed her just how weak she was in comparison to the literal fucking God of Darkness Cinder just kinda… actually, Emerald didn't know exactly what she was doing. The original plan to have her infiltrate Beacon was a bust the moment the Grimm — not the monster — saw her face and heard her name. But there were dark spots under her eyes, and she looked like she had just been woken up.
"Diam Grimm did something." She blurted out foolishly.
"Describe 'something'."
"He sorta went into the ballroom where the dance is supposed to be held, fixed it up all on his own, and then announced to the whole school that the dance was going to be starting at six o'clock sharp," Mercury explained over her shoulder. Emerald wanted to stab him directly in the nipple. "Or else we get expelled, heh, fancy that?"
Cinder pinched her nose and muttered something under her breath. Through the scroll, neither of her two underlings were able to understand it, but it was for their own good. If they had heard what she'd said, they might have just been forced to jump ship.
"Okay… Listen, just go to the dance and do whatever. We don't have time for me to arrive at Beacon to plant the virus, so just have Neo do it. And Neo!"
The mute girl happily hopped into the screen with a pleased smirk on her face.
"Whatever you do, do not, kill, anybody. Understand?"
Neo tilted her head with confusion.
"We are dealing with the God of Darkness," Cinder emphasized. "The God of Darkness is the one who created the Grimm," Neo reacted with a shocked expression. It was very forced. "If he senses death nearby, he will investigate. So I repeat. Do. Not. Kill. Anybody." Neo nodded her head with a soft huff.
"Understand?"
Neo nodded her head sadly.
"Good."
"Hey, quick question before we go," Mercury said before the call could end. "Did you tell Mommy Salami about the whole God thing yet?"
"Mommy… Salami…?"
"Yeah, Mommy Salami," Mercury said with a straight face. "Emerald said that they might have rigged our room, so we are being careful with names. I came up with that one."
Cinder did not have the energy to tell him that if Salem heard herself be called that, he would have been hung by his entrails.
"I have," She opted to answer the question, and unfortunately, she had to remember what the Queen of the Grimm, if the title even meant anything anymore, had to say about that.
"M-My Queen," Cinder nervously called to the Seer, it's tentacles dragged against the ground as it approached her. "We may have come to an uncertain hurdle in our plans…"
"What hurdle could you not simply resolve yourself?" Salem's disappointed voice replied. "It better be good for calling me so late at night, you know what I usually do at this time."
Sitting around doing nothing and screaming at windows wasn't exactly what Cinder would call a hobby. But she couldn't say that lest she lose everything she'd ever wanted.
"I apologize for the intrusion, but this is important. Has Watts forwarded you the information on one such Diam Grimm?"
"He has not," Salem looked down at her scroll. "I saw a few words pop up on this glass thing, but I still cannot figure out how to use this thing." The Queen of the Grimm made a show of trying and failing to turn the scroll on, such as turning it on its side, shaking it, and even rubbing it to see if it would work. Cinder dared not laugh.
"I shall inform you now then, and have Watts give you a lesson on how scrolls worked as soon as possible." Cinder scrunched down into a sad little ball as she prepared to deliver the news.
"Go on then," Salem threw the scroll away after giving up on trying to activate it.
"Diam Grimm… is the God of Darkness." Salem's black and red eyes widened at the revelation, she froze. "And the God of Light is here to, in fact he had just been hired as a professor of Beacon-"
Salem screamed, and kept on screaming. Cinder winced and covered her ears in an effort to save herself from going deaf. Eventually, the Seer itself just died from the sheer volume of Salem's voice. Cinder looked at the dead thing as it evaporated and hummed to herself.
Salem would call her back when she calmed down, she was sure of it.
"I most certainly have…" Cinder shuddered at the memory.
"Well, I guess it's time to get ready, hm?" Mercury said as he stretched his arms above his head. "We'll call you back and tell you how it goes."
Cinder hung up, and Emerald rounded on him with a smack to the back of the head.
"Ow! What the FUCK was that for?"
"That's what you get for telling Cinder about that stupid nickname!" Emerald whisper screamed. "Are you insane!? You could have gotten us killed!"
"Well we're not dead, so there's nothing to worry about," Mercury assured her with a flip-off. "On a more important note, I think it's a little late for us to go get a suit and dress, by the time we get back the dance will have already started."
"I think I know a way to get some clothes…" Emerald looked toward Neo, who was already sharpening her sword in preparation to directly disobey Cinder's orders. Neo looked back and hid her weapon and whistled silently as to wade off any accusations.
"Can you cast an illusion on us for the night?" Emerald asked her.
Neo thought about it and placed a finger on her chin as she did. It was a fair question, she supposed. The obvious answer was that she could, but whether she would or not was another question. With a new idea in her mind, she took off her shoe and pointed to her barefoot, wiggling her toes as she pursed her lips with wet smacking noises.
Emerald got the hint, and she went red with embarrassment and anger. "I am not going to kiss your foot!"
Mercury was already down on one knee by the time she said those words.
"Mercury!?"
"Hey, don't judge," Mercury said as he planted a chaste kiss on Neo's big toe. The girl giggled silently and patted the young man on the face, his reward being a rather dashing black suit that befitted his surname. "I don't even have feet, and when is the next time I'm going to get to do that to her?"
Neo blushed as if she was given the greatest compliment in the world.
Emerald felt sick. Mercury had a foot fetish and Neo seemed willing to oblige him for that. She didn't know which was worse.
"If you wanna stay here go ahead, I'm going to make sure I don't get expelled." Mercury crossed his arms with a smug smirk, Neo spanked him and he didn't react, but his face did go sightly red at the sound of his cheeks clapping. Emerald felt even more sick, and she was no longer going to be returning to this dorm room tonight. She'd rather deal with Ruby and her annoying friends.
"And I'll make sure to tell Cinder how you failed to follow her very simple orders."
Oh that little…
Forcing the vomit back into her stomach, Emerald slowly got down to one knee.
Just pretend it's Cinder… She told herself as Neo presented her foot.
Life was great. It was an eight o'clock night, the stars were gleaming, the night was beautiful, and he singlehandedly managed to get three hundred young teenagers drunk on the punch he spiked. Honestly, Diam didn't know what was better. The fact that no one could ever hope to stop him, or the fact that his brother was desperately trying to reverse the effects.
Foolishly, Professor Grimm assumed it was some kind of magic that Detective Grimm used to make all the kids drunk. Not this time, however, it was just plain and pure alcohol that gripped the minds of all the children. Oh, the God of Light had more than enough power to reverse the effects, but he was looking in the wrong areas…
The God of Darkness made the right choice, he ultimately decided. Becoming a human and enjoying what remedies Remnant has provided for him ever since he shattered its moon was the best choice he ever made. Glynda kept staring at him accusingly, Ozpin kept staring at everything except him, General Ironwood, who seemed to have popped out of thin air, was just as surprised as his brother was when he saw the scene before him.
His new friend Qrow however, was just drinking along with the kids. He wouldn't have it any other way.
"What did you do!?" Liam shouted to him as he sat on top of the Disco ball that was hanging from the ceiling. Honestly, he didn't even remember how he got up there.
"Whatever do you mean, dear brother?" Diam asked with a smug smirk smugly enough to melt steel beams.
"The alcohol!" Liam emphasized. "Stop it."
"No."
"Brother!"
"No!"
"Brother please, they're just children."
As he said that, Nora Valkyrie jumped onto the stage while carrying her unconscious partner across her shoulders. A blonde boy wearing a dress and some girl with red hair kept trying to catch her and stop her from taking off the boy's pants, but even drunk off her ass, Nora was too nimble and quick to be caught.
It was utter chaos, just as the God of Darkness liked it.
"And I'll say the same thing I told the Specialist earlier," Diam cleared his throat. "Fuck you- wait, that isn't what I said…"
"Diam!"
Diam perked up at the sound of the Specialist screaming out his name. In a perfect world, it would have been through ecstasy, but sadly this was not a perfect world. Winter was below him and she was glaring up at him, much more demandingly than she usually did. Her eyes spoke of murder and a lecture to be given later, but her body showed something much more intense, she was aiming her saber at him. "Stop this immediately!"
Diam sighed, always the ruiner of fun she was. Not wanting to hear her bitch about it later, Diam snapped his fingers and every drop of alcohol was removed from the dance floor. Weiss, who was just singing a song about how much she hated her father, dropped the mic and was shocked at what she had just said. Beside her, Yang continued in her attempts to sing karaoke, and Ruby was probably still in the bathroom throwing up. Blake was somewhere, but honestly, he didn't care about her. Just like that, all the alcohol fun ended, and Liam finally realized that none of this happened due to magic, it was all due to actual alcohol, in which his brother had just wiped away from the general area.
"Hey!" Qrow shouted as he found his flask empty. And himself sober. "The hell happened?"
"Oh, you can stay drunk," Diam said as he hopped down from the disco ball and snapped his fingers.
"Oh, thanks!" Qrow waved to him as he got his previous flask filled to the brim once more.
"Diam!" Winter shouted at him once again, and now that they were both on the same floor, she was actually able to glare at him properly.
"Whaaat?" Diam asked, annoyed. "Children aren't drunk anymore, that ginger girl just passed out so she won't be a problem, and Penny is now being protected again by those two weird guards who started dancing with each other while drunk. Everything is good and well!" He gestured to the dance hall. "Everyone's happy!"
"Diam!" Liam screamed for him.
"Oh, my-self." Diam groaned. "What is it?"
"Just… why?" Liam asked as he finally caught up with him. "I was finally teaching a class about the importance of plant life with Professor Peach, and I was actually enjoying it. Why must you do this?"
"You mean save them?" Diam laughed at his brother's expense. "If anything, they'll love you even more after I made sure they never had to hear your voice again."
"Brother…" Liam sounded disappointed, but to his experience, that just meant he was doing a good job. Besides, the God of Light already had an apprentice of his own, he didn't need to teach any classes.
"I accept your apology," the God of Darkness said with a nod. "And now for my last trick!"
"Diam, what were you thinking?" Winter asked him and ignored the way Diam whirled on her with shock. "I understand the dance, it makes just enough sense, but this quickly got out of hand!"
"Specialist Winter," To his shock, it his brother that came to his defense. "While my brother is to blame for what happened this night, rest assured that he only had good intentions. Who wouldn't want these kids, who are training to become monster hunters, to have one good night to themselves, a night to remember?"
Oh, that divine asshole. Diam knew what his brother was doing, but it was either being painted as a good man again, or deal with Winter's bitching again. The choice was easy, and he indignantly crossed his arms.
"Now the kids will have something to talk about for years to come, just one night, my brother wanted. One night for them to let loose, and look around." The students were laughing, smiling, giggling, and surely, some relationships would be born this night. Diam hadn't even noticed that, and he found himself sighing through his nose at the realization. "So instead of berating my brother, perhaps you shall indulge yourself as well?"
"I…" The Specialist sighed and shook her head. "I have no arguments for you there, though however unprofessional this maybe." She looked toward her sister. "It seems that you are correct, the students could use a night of relaxation for once, some more than others."
"I utterly despise the way you are now looking at me," Diam said once his partner looked at him not with disgust, but with a warmth that made him feel his issues again. "And you-" He then cursed as he realized his brother was gone as well, most likely mingling with the students or with the other teachers. Damn him.
"I never thought you would be the kind to refuse enjoying yourself," Winter said as she offered her hand, face up. "Especially one who enjoys the right of choice yourself."
Was she? Oh wow, she was. Diam chuckled and took the Specialist's hand. It seems like Liam's words had brought on the desired effect, and after she was already in a good mood, it worked twice fold.
"Very well," Diam accepted the challenge. "Let's continue our little story tonight, and see what comes after." His eyes shined, and even though there was no effect onto the Specialist, she smiled back at him.
Oh, how the tables have turned.
Don't worry, the early dance isn't over just yet. There will be more to it next chapter, I promise. I just decided that for this chapter, some major humor was very well warranted after so many serious chapters in a row. I myself is to blame for that. I have this bad habit of writing serious scenes even when I have the intention to try and be funny, and sometimes it works and other times it doesn't. I wanted this story to be more on the comedy side, and instead of stretching out arcs and making up new ones, what better way is there to simply enjoy the moment than this one? I sure as hell laughed at some of the things I came up with, I hope you did as well.
Please review and let me know what you think!
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