Chapter 44: Dance of the Knights
The final countdown... Will Whitley and Jaune make it out? Will the Schnees have that girl talk between them? Will Jaune have a RWBYWW Orgy? Find out now, in the latest chapter of the dance of tigers! (and I'm adding her to the pairing)
Jaune was not very happy right as of this moment. Dodging another swipe from a bat-wielding moron wearing a track suit and having horrible teeth, he swung the piece of wood that he'd liberated for the beating of brigands, Whitley behind him and undoubtedly feeling uncomfortable, scared and definitely needing protection. It was enough to make him annoyed. That wasn't a good thing, because he was sure that there would be some kind of horrible surprise waiting for him.
"Jaune!"
He turned around after the druggy with the bad teeth went down like a bottle of gin on a friday night for certain tiger Faunus, spotting one of the girl that he'd knocked silly earlier in the start of the melee, thin and wearing a ratty shirt with 'Pwr Grrlll', a spiky Mohawk standing up with the smear of blood against her cheek where the improvised weapon had hit her, leaping right at Whitley. A Time Dilation Glyph materialized around her waist and he swung his wooden improvised club with the intent to put her down for the count.
Wood met face and the girl passed out, blood coating the club as it quivered in his hand from meeting the face of the girl. He was careful to moderate the force that he used, since none of these people had Aura, trying to keep casualties to a minimum. The Glyph dispelled and she dropped like a sack of potatoes.
"WHAT'RE YOU DOING TO MAH KIDS?!"
The fat woman he'd met at the entrance came hobbling up the stairs, looking like she meant business. His foot met her face, giving her the business with a bit of extra oomph behind it.
"We're getting out of here, Whitley."
They got out of the house after he'd stepped over the woman he'd kicked down the stairs, the thud-thud-thud-splat sound of the woman hitting the ground being enough to tell him that there'd been something that'd broken, yet he did not care much about that at the moment as acrid smells that shouldn't be coming from a human body started to irritate his nostrils, just happy that he was with the fresh air again, breathing in the non-toxic fumes of fresh air and non-drugs.
"Mister Arc, I'm…"
He looked at Willow's only son and shook his head slightly, smiling at the boy as he looked a little sheepishly, still looking back at the place they had just evacuated. There was a bong in the young lad's hand, almost a little like a weapon. Jaune guessed that it'd be good for a hit to someone's face before it'd shatter, Whitley wielding it like a club.
"Jaune, Whitley. No need to call me Sir, Mister or anything. I'm just Jaune."
The kid had a wet stain on his side from a bong that'd been thrown at him, his face a little flushed and weathered in the light of day, the blue eyes glinting with something more than just the cunning that the child displayed usually. Jaune just kept the smile going as he wrapped an arm around him, trying to offer comfort. Whitley moved a little closer, as if seeking the comfort of someone familiar.
"Let's get you with me to the spa, alright? Your mom would like to know where you've been, and I'd feel better if you were safe. Oh, and you can throw that away. Nobody's going to harm you when I'm around, okay?"
Seeing the young guy looking a little lost just made his big brother instincts rise to the forefront of his mind, Whitley nodding lightly and obediently. Jaune thought that he wasn't a bad kid, not that Whitley had ever been a bad kid before.
"They just pulled me into a car after we went into an alley. They said it'd be fun, and… Well, I had to call you, it didn't feel good doing... I just… I didn't know what to do."
He could understand that feeling well, that helpless feeling at times when you had to do things you didn't like, like assassinating a murderous bitch or telling Sienna that you were going to leave when she was in one of her moods. Whitley, with his lack of experience, would be a target for whoever saw the fat wallet and the posh clothing, as he patted the kid's shoulder encouragingly.
"You're safe, that's all that matters."
Whitley looked at him with eyes that seemed to hesitate, a question burning in them that seemed to wish to be voiced, taking a moment to breathe in and out.
"Are you grandfather's illegitimate child? I knew he was in Vale around the time Weiss was born, and…"
'What? No, he was just there for a month or three to recover from heart surgery, because Solitas' climate is inhospitable at best.'
Whitley looked at him and a small Glyph materialized on the palm of his hand. It was strange to see it, Willow didn't even know that he could do that.
"The family Semblance. I'm… I've never really tried, it's not… I'm not- Fighting is for soldiers. Father always said that I should be better than them."
Jaune smiled at the effort, patting the younger guy's shoulder again in a gesture that felt somewhat familiar, knowing that his grandfather had often done it to Willow. The son of Willow was not as bad as he appeared at times, the burning passion that Willow had being somewhat different from the care that her son held. Whitley was different from Weiss and Winter, a little bit more vulnerable.
"I've been around your mother and…"
'Honesty works…'
He cleared his throat, knowing that he should be truthful. It had been too long since he'd voiced the truth, this young boy that he knew so well from the memories of his mother being almost like a stranger to him, a slightly older teenager who only knew the kid as someone who was way too formal for his age.
"I saved her life. I pulled her back from the brink of death and… Her Semblance just latched on. It's… It's humbling to say, but I've seen your mother in ways that she hasn't even seen herself."
It was understanding in his eyes, which looked vulnerable and childish, younger than they should be. Jaune's arm wrapped around the younger boy's shoulder, not rebuffed in the slightest by the youth, Whitley's head turning slowly to face him.
"I'll call my bodyguards, I'm…"
He looked on for a moment, Whitley's sentence just stalling there, a complicated expression on the young teenager's face, the eyebrows furrowing, much like his mother and sister's expression. There was a heavy silence that fell, as they just walked together, a younger teenager and an older teenager.
"She loves you three so much. It hurts her to know that your father is so cold towards you."
There was a pained look in the young boy's eyes as he said that, knowing that it'd hurt to hear that. There was something in them that was hurt, that seemed to feel the pain of those words. Whitley's hands turned white as he gripped them, still held behind his back, the boy fidgeting as if he'd gotten a bad grade and had to explain himself.
'You shouldn't be worried… I'm just here as a friend of the family.'
"He hit her. Father is… touchy, whenever something does not go as he wishes. I just wanted to ask about the itinerary for the next day, but-"
There was frustration and pain in the boy's voice, as he seemed confused as to why he spoke. Jaune just watched, rubbing over the younger teenager's back, Whitley's face dark with emotions, like his oldest sister often did. It was a voice that was bitter, pained, older than a boy his age should and yet brittle, like a small snow crystal that was about to land and shatter.
"He didn't hit me. I was the good child, he said as much when I- well, that isn't important. It's always 'Whitley, a Schnee must be…', it's never…"
Jaune gave a low murmur of assent, rubbing the boy's shoulder, feeling that the kid needed it. He could understand that pressure. He had to deal with it himself when dad had died, being responsible for the heavier tasks because he was a guy, Vivian still working.
"When my father died, I've had to do a lot of tasks around the house. I'm… My mother isn't the best with finances. I'm going to be a Huntsman who can support his family."
The younger teenager looked at him, exhaling slowly and yet delicately. It was not the need within him that burned, as above them, the skies rumbled with the odd thunderous boom. He sighed deeply, looking at Whitley's face, which was looking more introspective, yearning perhaps for something.
"Your mother and I haven't had sex, if you're wondering about that."
It was important to make sure that that distinction was made. Whitley made a surprised sound and his face showed disgust, not quite understanding why it was being mentioned. He knew that Jacques might've told his son, but it seemed that Whitley had not known.
'Good, at least there's still some innocence left.'
"Weiss came to me a few weeks ago, offering herself to me for my bed for the night. Your father is…"
'A man who doesn't care.'
He moderated his words, in the case that the young man might take offence to him speaking in such crude terms. It would not do for the young man to go and inform his father, though Jaune had little cause to think that Whitley would break the confidence that he'd been taken into.
"not someone who would be unwilling to use his family for such goals. Your mother, a few nights later, was offered as a 'favour'. Jacques Gelé is not a man who cares for people in his family, in my opinion."
Whitley went silent, his footsteps hastening a little as he escaped Jaune's hold. Jaune felt bad, saying it bluntly like that. Whitley looked at him with a look that was hurt, perhaps a little more hurt than he should be.
'I'm sorry, but it's the truth…'
"Is it all a game to you, to toy with people's feelings?"
The question came from the younger teen, Jaune frowning at the insinuations. He didn't know what Whitley was getting at. The young teenager looked at him, an accusing look in his eyes.
"Mother smiles when she mentions you. She does not smile whenever she mentions father. It was the first time I had seen her smile truly in seven years when she mentioned you."
He wasn't toying with her feelings, he knew that she was married and that she wished to keep her vows. Whitley might not understand that, but he could understand that from where he was at, in his stage of life.
"She does not wish to hurt you all with doing something hastily. Until your father is divorced from her, she will think of your happiness and that of your sisters before her own."
It was a light smile that came to Whitley's lips, something in the young teen's eyes looking to change. A hesitant look, conflicted and doubtful, as all that energy seemed to fade out.
"I would not mind it if… If our personal lives became a little more entangled, if I may use that turn of phrase. I truly did enjoy our outing a few days ago, and… And I do believe that Mother will be happier with someone like you, but- but don't take that as confirmation that I am alright with it, I am just-"
He smiled, the denial behind the wish for a bit more closeness just to deflect. Willow wanted him, he knew, but her children came first. They should. They were all wonderful in their own way. The smile became even warmer, as he ruffled Whitley's hair affectionately.
"I'll always be a big brother to you, if you'll want me to be. Weiss is absolutely adorable when she gets into that mood where she's just huffing and puffing and making that cute smile pop up… and Winter is not- Well, I don't fully approve of what she did in order to get close to me, but I can forgive her for that."
The look on Whitley's face showed concern, before the light little smile came back again like the rain had passed and the clouds were parting again. Above them, the clouds most certainly were not, as he looked worriedly at the skies. It had been overcast for the past few days.
"I'd… I'd like that. A big brother's not… not the worst thing, I suppose. My sisters do not really care for me, but I would-"
'That's a lie.'
They did, but they couldn't really show it appropriately. Weiss' defiance of her father, Winter's anger and frustration, seeking an escape through the military…
"They will love you as they should as sisters, once your father is out of the picture."
He was going to kill the man. He looked up as he felt the soft droplets of water against his skin. It was starting to rain, Whitley's expression looking a little darker at the change of the weather.
"I wish mother would divorce him. I remember… I remember her smiling and laughing with us when I was six. It was…"
No boy should be looking like they were yearning for something that was out of reach, but it was something that stuck with him, as Jaune went for his best and easiest smile. He saw a boy in need of a good older brother figure, and he'd always been the youngest, so he'd share some nuggets of his wisdom.
"I'm here, Whitley. Big brother's watching you, and my girlfriend no doubt would've got some words for your father as well. Sienna's a lot of things, but she does care for her best friend."
Whitley's surprised look was amusing to him, as the knowledge that Sienna Khan and his mother were friends. That was a revelation that seemed to have shocked Whitley because his face just lost most of the placid expression it'd had.
Why else would Sienna Khan allow them access to her personal sanctum? He was friends with her, and well, she was his partner, but that wouldn't mean that she'd be hostile…. Well, perhaps. She'd fillet Jacques if she could.
"Khan? Friends with mother?"
He gave an affirmative nod at that question. They were quite good friends too, if the pictures were any indication. She smiled more when she was around Sienna too. He was glad that the two had found some common ground.
"They started drinking together and I started to get texts with them two just drunk-texting me. Your mother…"
He probably shouldn't mention that she'd sort-of tried to get him to sleep with her after their first meeting. That wasn't going to go over well with the young lad, he supposed.
"is someone who cares, at least for those she deems worthy."
That's the best thing he could say. Willow had a way about her that just made him feel better. The rain started to come down, as Whitley yelped a little. He hoped that they could get an umbrella or something.
"Tell me about mother. Is she… Her new look, did you do that? She and Winter could be twins."
'Winter has the sex appeal of a donkey compared to Willow. Winter is inexperienced, she doesn't know what she has and only goes by the book… But Willow could make a stone turn into pudding.'
Not to say that Winter wasn't beautiful, on the contrary, Winter had beautiful features that were like a work of art but they did not have the charm of the masterpiece that was her mother.
"I might have done that after saving her life."
They sought shelter under one of the storefronts' overhangs, the smell of the rain in his nostrils as the water droplets started to fall in greater numbers. He hadn't brought an umbrella, but the weather seemed to be finicky for a while. It'd been clear weather a few days before.
"I… I want mother to feel better. Father is… It's regrettable to say this, Jaune, but I do not think he is much of a father. If-"
The teenage boy paused, looking at Jaune for a moment, taking a deep breath. There was a conflict in his eyes, something treacherous that seemed to lurk there, as the honest plea turned to something more in the eyes of the boy.
"If she cares for you and you reciprocate it, will you become a part of the family?"
It was an honest plea, Jaune smiling softly. He could do that. If Willow wanted him, he was sure that he could get something arranged. Whitley was a good kid, and he needed a good role model. No more drug-addicted women for Whitley to be caught up with and him having to spring the kid free.
"I'd love to."
A genuine smile on Whitley's face, as he nodded to himself. His body language shifted to something a little more relaxed, as tension just drained out of Whitley Schnee and something a little more casual and like he had been before when they'd went out for something fun to do with Eve. Whitley Schnee, when he could just relax, looked like any other fourteen-year-old teenager.
"Let us call my bodyguards… They must be beside themselves with worry for father's response. We can say that it was an abduction… It is close to the truth, yes? An abduction, a gallant Huntsman that happened to receive my Scroll call, with no mention of… things best left unsaid."
He laughed, patting Whitley's head affectionately. It wasn't rebuffed with some sort of bluster, Jaune could see a certain fondness in the teenager's eyes that had been awakened because of this honest chat.
"Of course. Abducted by a set of girls who wanted to do horrible stuff to your body. I simply happened to get your emergency message and tracked you down. No mention of being hit with a bong. Nope."
Whitley looked a little quizzically.
"What's a bong?"
Jaune started to laugh, giving a big smile. Whitley's ignorance of some things in the world was definitely precious.
Willow barely felt the massage as her mind kept rumbling over the topic on her mind. She looked at Winter, whose face looked as pensive as it should. The girl didn't know what she had done. A world war, with Khan in the lead, would be nothing short of a massacre.
There had been peace for so long, for decades, but the fear of what the White Fang could do… For five years they had been agitating against her, her daughters knowing the terror as well…
She caught sight of the blonde called Yang luxuriously stretching, her bountiful chest moving softly with the stretch, a slow flex of muscles showing a Huntress' physique. It was a minor stab of jealousy that was smothered as she watched her daughter, whose eyes looked a little hesitant at her.
"Are you mad at me, mother?"
She shook her head, not quite feeling like explaining herself to her daughter, the masseuse giving slower pushes with her hands, a sigh escaping her lips.
"No, sweetheart. I'm just tired."
Weiss could be a fussy girl at times, when things didn't go as they should. Weiss was not intended to be the heiress, it should've been Winter, but Winter ran from the household. Winter looked a little guiltily at her, understanding well that she'd messed up.
"Thanks for taking us, Mrs Schnee."
She made a hollow sound, trying to forget. Someone was missing, someone was definitely not present, and it ached inside her. As she got up after the massage was done, she let her fingers slide over her body, the sweat that clung to her body from the massage feeling like labour done well, as her eyes beheld the girls.
They were girls, because they hadn't seen the world as she had. They hadn't felt that pain as she realized that the young man she loved would keep her to her word, to her vows. She was not going to suffer through another of those hurtful moments, even if she had to break that vow.
She washed herself, carefully scrubbing her skin, the bareness of her skin hardly a bother. They were just girls and one woman here, after all, her guidance desired by her youngest daughter. The bathing suit was just a formality, even though modesty was not typically very high on her list, Atlas having a culture of people going to the sauna in the nude. With her renting the entire place for the day, there would be no issues.
A towel was provided, as she saw her daughters shift a little nervously as she joined them. Winter still looked like a good girl who'd been schooled in how big a fuck-up she had made, whilst the other members of Weiss' team looked like they had put in the additional preparation to look perfect.
"Mother, I'm… Do you think I could have a moment alone, with the boy I, no, we, like?"
'Oh for the sake of-'
She gave her eldest daughter a look, as she put a smile on her lips. She knew how to play the mother that they should have had, in an attempt to mend the rift that'd been made.
"No scandalous things like an orgy, my dear. Your father would finally kick the bucket from the minor heart attack he'd have after hearing that his youngest daughter had been caught in such debauchery…"
Her daughter flushed, and Winter looked ready to say something, but Willow wasn't having it. Winter had messed up, and she would not mess Weiss' day up. Wolfgarde would be marrying her daughter and making her his wife.
"We're willing to share, well… I think we are. We've talked, and I think we'd like to share our virginity with him."
She saw Winter turn pale as she seemed to click together another conflicting conclusion. Willow just felt a headache coming up. She knew Jaune better than most here, because she'd known from his memories how he worked, how noble he was.
"You're still a virgin? So he didn't have sex with you?"
Weiss looked a little saddened by her sister's disbelief, and Willow could see the clouds hang in the sky, already preparing for that moment when the thunderclouds would be showering them with another thunderous revelation.
"Well… no, I offered but he said no."
'Stupid girl… You stupid girl, say anything more and you'll break your younger sisters' heart.'
Winter looked a little forlorn, as her fingers brushed over her knee, rubbing it slowly. Winter's eyes were doubtful, her voice sounding odd and peculiar.
"Oh. But he said that he'd slept with you two."
Weiss looked at her older sister, a little confused about why Winter would say something like that, her eyes a little suspicious. Willow knew that look well, having worn it herself as well. It was sadly, something that had to be fixed with time.
"When did you get the time to talk with him, Winter? I thought you didn't like him…"
Her eldest daughter kept silent, so Willow thought that it might be best to clear the air¸ in a manner of speaking the truth, uncomfortable though it might be.
'The shaft that is supported with proper care for supports, crumbles not.'
"Your dear sister is pregnant, Weiss."
Winter's look of consternation at her mentioning it, she hardly cared about at this point in time. The pain was raw again, as Winter saw what an error she'd made. Weiss beamed at her older sister, undoubtedly happy with the news.
"By Ruby's uncle? I'm so happy for you, Winter!"
Willow could see the other girls have a brief upwelling of misplaced happiness as well, as Winter seemed to beg her with her eyes not to continue. She had half a mind to finish the words she wished to say, but she was not going to.
'Time to live with the choices you make…'
"No, I'm-"
Her hand grabbed her daughter's thigh and she squeezed hard. Winter didn't make a sound, but she'd made sure that her daughter shut up and let her mother talk for her.
"The father is going to abort it, and you will do it, Winter Schnee."
Weiss' face fell, as did the two nieces of that annoying man, as Willow's gaze met Winter's, whose indignant sound was loud and disrespectful.
"I tied him to the bed and was going to do it, but he woke up! I didn't do anything else, mother!"
Willow shook her head, her lips parting to bare her teeth. Her eyes were cold, and she hissed softly, but did not speak with a raised voice, her displeasure and more of those dark, vile emotions inside her vomited out.
"I am still upset, Winter. I had expected more of you. A girl from my blood should not be laying hands on anyone without their consent."
Winter made a sound like a kicked cat, but Willow did not think it mattered. It was all done and over with anyways. She could hear the door opening and saw Jaune walk in wearing a set of swimming trunks, followed by Whitley, whose pace was a little more hesitant and nervous.
She didn't give a damn anymore about her decorum as a mother and nominally the host, as she looked at her daughters with a look that cautioned them before getting up and giving him the best smile she could manage.
"Mister Arc, how pleasant to see that you've arrived. Did everything go well with your trip?"
He smiled, like the bright ray of sunshine in her life should. His eyes were warm and loving, and they looked deep enough to dive into. She wanted him. She wanted him, craved him and wished that he'd be there with her, a band around his finger with her name on it.
"Whitley needed a bit of assistance. We've had quite a morning, Willow."
Her son looked almost shy as his gaze strayed everywhere, before he tried to give a summary, straightening his back.
"I have… I have seen Jaune beat his way through a den of addicts, Mother. It turns out that they were not very polite company, at any rate. I think my brief dalliance with those girls is now well and truly over."
Relief flooded her, as she sat down again, taking a deep breath and beckoning for her son to come closer, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close to her chest. Whitley didn't struggle against the hug too much, not that she'd let him. Her baby boy was safe again.
"Thank you, Mister Arc, for assisting my son. I know that I can only apologize in this situation, but… thank you."
The other girls looked like they did usually, as her son tensed a little in her grip. She hugged him a little harder, just in case he felt sad. Her son was still her son and she loved him. Whitley did not deserve to be alone.
"Mother.. stop, I'm not eight anymore, I'm fourteen."
She was rubbing her hands in circles over his back, just like she'd done when he was young. She didn't care, doing it anyways no matter what her son might say about it. She wasn't going to let her little boy suffer from something bad.
"You'll always be my little baby boy, Whitley."
It was a soft yearning in her that made her look at the young man that had endeared himself so much to her, as Whitley fidgeted in her grip. She would not let her son go, even if he was being fussy. She wanted to keep her children safe and happy.
"Thank you for coming… and for helping Whitley, Jaune. It's… It's nice to see you."
He smiled that easy, casual smile, her heart skipping a beat as she watched him sit down, her body feeling a surge of irritation as most of the other girls, for she refused to call them women, only Winter, the fool, being above the age of twenty.
"Mother, I'm being squished."
She might've tightened her grip a little reflexively, Whitley looking a little beleaguered in her arms, her grip having made his body a little awkwardly twitched, but it was not a bad thing, she supposed.
"So, Jaune…"
Weiss said, Willow's eyes following the dialogue as she put Whitley next to her, scooting aside a little to let him sit next to her.
"Winter's pregnant!"
Her eldest flinched, Jaune looking at her and surprise appeared on his face. Willow could see the looming thunderstorm before it would hit, as irritation and frustration appeared on his face, that sterner look that she enjoyed so much appearing there in his eyes.
"I see. Congratulations."
The words were pinched and frustrated, as she could see that look in his eyes, accusing her of failing her daughter's education, accusing her of the worst of crimes, as her daughter shrank away, Weiss still smiling.
"Ruby's uncle probably doesn't want it… Mother said something about ensuring that it is… taken care of."
Weiss looked a little saddened for saying that aloud and Whitley merely looked at his older sister with eyes that held some sort of dark and moody nature, Jaune shifting a little as he seated himself, pulling his legs up in a thinking manner, looking at Winter with eyes that seemed to brood.
The girl had the audacity to puff herself up a little and proudly stick her chest out.
"I did not have sex with Qrow Branwen! I would rather make out with a subordinate than to ever submit myself to a man like that!"
Her daughter was definitely telling the truth, if she guessed the inflexions right. With Winter, indignation was better to gauge her mood than any words that came when she was in a less heated state.
'So it's definitely not that guy…'
"I haven't even had sex!"
Another lie, but that one sounded more genuine than the other lies that her daughter had spewed. She sighed softly to herself. Winter wouldn't just learn how to behave.
"Let's just enjoy ourselves, alright? Let's just unwind, relax… and whatever's stressing you out, let that lie."
Direct words, as Jaune shifted himself to that position, fixing her daughters and herself with a look that meant business, the face showing clearly that he was fed up with the topic. She smiled softly to herself at the warmth that pooled in her gut, her body rising.
"I'll be heading to the Sauna, dears… Feel free to join me."
A good moment of heat and sweat would cool her tempers a little, before she said something to tarnish her daughters' memories. There was unease within them, but Willow Schnee did not show weakness before her man. Her daughters held affections for the man, so it would come to her to be the bigger woman.
"We'll join you, Mrs. Schnee! Weiss, go and chill with your sister for a bit, sweetheart. Jaune? Think you can keep them company?"
The blonde looked like she meant business, her eyes clear and direct. Her younger sister looked a little hesitant for a moment before she acquiesced, their Faunus teammate's ears twitching a little, as she sniffed the air and gave Jaune a weird look.
"I will remain here, mother. Someone has to ensure that Weiss and Winter's chastity remains intact… Or at least, somewhat intact."
Whitley said, a strange look on his face, a smile on his lips that didn't quite seem to be natural.
'He took well to Jaune… But there may just be the whole 'saving his life' thing acting up.'
As she entered the hot steam of the Sauna, she loosened her hair a little, letting it fall freely over her face, catching sight of the blonde entering behind her, as well as several of the teammates of team RWBY, her two eldest daughters remaining behind.
'With Weiss there, Winter wouldn't dare to try anything.'
She rested her back against the seat, feeling the hot air baste her body with that feeling of oppression.
"Mrs Schnee? It may be an odd question to ask, but…"
The blonde girl spoke first, and Willow's attention went to her, waiting for the question, trying to keep her smiling face up. It looked more like a grimace, really, but it was as smiling as she could make it.
"Did Winter perhaps… do things with Jaune?"
A soft sound rushed from her lips like a tire deflating as she felt the empathy drain out of her and her eyes turned cold. Looking at the blonde with a sterner look, she watched the expression on the girl's face change. She didn't even have to say anything, but the girls were perceptive to pick up on it.
"If we're talking about abducting him and sleeping with him with the intent of begetting a child with him, then yes, Miss Xiao Long."
Her voice was cold and distant, she knew that, as the bitter look finally settled on her features, as she looked away, her expression showing clearly.
"Oh. That is not good. Not good at all."
The Faunus girl spoke, Willow's piercing eyes never quite leaving the girl, the Faunus ears flattening with her stare.
"No, I would think not. I am most displeased with her."
It was lighter than she really wanted to say, much lighter. She wanted to scream, to hiss abuse at the girl who had cut in line of her romance, apologizing to the man who had taken her heart and ran away with it.
"And… And you like him too, right?"
The silver-eyed girl said, her older (and more developed in the breast department) sister looking sharply at her sister, the Faunus girl's face turning complicated.
"I am a married woman, Miss Rose. I simply cannot break the vows that I have sworn to my husband, and I will not. My children deserve a mother who is a mother, rather than some adulteress who chases after her feelings."
It was the truth, and she spoke it delicately. The silver-eyed girl looked pityingly at her, as she nudged her chestier sister. Willow hoped that it would be like osmosis for Weiss, because Weiss' breasts still hadn't grown bigger.
"As if she'd like him like that, Ruby. She's like… 43? She's married to Weiss' father, dickish as he is."
It was blustering talk, but there was hesitation in that voice, as the blonde looked uncertain for a moment. Willow's lips pressed together tightly.
'How rude!'
"Do I look 43?"
Willow couldn't resist a catty comment, the blonde looking her over for a moment, biting her lower lip and chewing on it for a moment as she thought.
"Well… no, but…"
Willow was done with the pretence. These girls were doubting her sex appeal! She still had her pride as a woman, even though her pride as a mother had been dragged through the mud and shot outside with a double-barreled shotgun filled with fire Dust.
"Allow me to show you what a woman can do to your vaunted Jaune. Let's have a little competition."
She was not going to be dismissed simply because she was two decades older than these girls!
Whitley currently was enjoying the benefits of the hot Jacuzzi that they'd gone to, as Jaune sank into the spot next to him, Whitley's two older sisters seating together opposite of them. He felt worried for Winter, whose eyes never seemed to go from his face after he'd told them to get into the Jacuzzi. Weiss was hesitant, as she looked at him with despairing eyes.
"What are you even saying? Is it true? Winter?"
It was. He could hear Whitley mumble something about needing one of these, but the young lad was clearly just tuning out the conversation, though there were a few signs that he was doing so just to give his older sisters some space.
"I didn't sleep with any of you. Winter just strapped me to the bed and wanted me to have sex with her, but I said no. I'm still not very happy with that, Winter. You have a serious issue with boundaries."
The stubborn look on his face did not change much, as the woman gave a low groan. Weiss gave her sister a look that looked hurt, betrayed and a little tense. It shouldn't be like this, and he knew it. His hand grabbed a hold of Weiss', drawing her attention to him.
"Weiss, what your sister did is bad, but I can forgive her. She's just become a product of how she was raised, badly, I might add."
Winter looked angry at him for saying that, but it was the truth. His eyes glinted with barely suppressed annoyance, as he knew that they would be free of the shadow of Jacques Schnee soon.
'Just a little more time…'
"I was ready to give myself to you, you just had to act stubborn! Any man would be happy to have Winter Schnee in their bed, but you denied me!"
Weiss looked at her sister with eyes that seemed to blaze with fire. Jaune had a sudden sense of ominous doom, as Weiss placed her hand on her modest chest. He checked out Winter for a moment, just out of casual interest.
"He denied me too! He said that it wasn't proper for a beautiful girl to be offering herself to him, and now that I've managed to work up the nerve to just go and sleep with him, you do this, Winter."
'That doesn't sound like it is much different... and I'm sort of missing the whole 'consent' from that part.'
The older sister drew herself up, puffing herself up and giving her sister a heated look. It was the damn pride of the Schnee family at work, he reckoned. Neither sister was willing to admit that perhaps they should take a closer look at their own flaws. Weiss' defiance and Winter's temper were contrasts.
"Well, if you'd just made things clear, I would've backed off! I can't help it that I like him and he is infuriating and attractive at the same time!'
He let go of Weiss' hand, and just leaned back, as the two sisters started a heated argument. He'd learned from his family that these things better were fought out like this, and he'd spring in when there was an issue.
"They don't even know about you and mother."
Whitley said, a hint of some amused interest in his voice, Weiss and Winter's arguments starting to pick up in the verbal speed. Jaune just watched, sighing and shaking his head.
"Talking seems to be a thing that's of the past. You know, Sienna always said that if you can't talk things out, it's best to beat them up and make them listen."
The two Schnee women turned their gazes at him. He paid attention to them now, as they gave him a serious look.
"Which one is better? Winter or me?"
He looked at the two of them and raised an eyebrow slowly. Weiss' bikini top and Winter's bikini top went off and he saw their breasts bounce, or rather, saw Winter's breasts bounce and saw Weiss' petite mounds give a little wiggle.
'Honestly, I'd say your mother. I'm not going to lie.'
Saying that aloud would undoubtedly make them hate their mother. He had seen it often enough in the house with his sisters that denying one of them made it bite you in the rear with the others taking offence.
"Cover up, sisters… I don't think I should see this petty squabbling over a man."
Whitley's confidence seemed to be rising, Jaune could see that, as his sisters looked at their youngest sibling with looks that weren't friendly. Feeling how Whitley's arms wrapped around him and the younger teen's body suddenly pressed close to him, he had the sudden feeling that, as far as inheriting traits from their mother went, Whitley himself showed some parts.
"Out of all the Schnee children, he likes me best. Why would he go for a girl with no chest and a military woman with no tact, when he could have a bit of stimulating talk with someone groomed to become the best businessman in the world? Money talks, dear sisters…"
The look on Winter and Weiss' face turned stony, as both looked at their youngest brother's actions, Jaune getting the sudden feeling that he should say something to diffuse this situation.
"I do like you, Whitley, and it was fun going out on that date together, even if you said that you didn't like the games we played."
Winter and Weiss turned ashen-faced, as they looked at him with eyes that seemed to hold a mingling of something horrified and strange. He'd enjoyed himself! Whitley did too, no matter how much he'd claimed otherwise.
"Right, daddy. I'm your favourite son."
The look of smug and devious teasing in Whitley's eyes was definitely telling him that he was just having a bit of fun with an ambiguous way of phrasing things, as he turned to look at the sisters.
"No, I won't allow it. You're not going gay on us!/No, you're not buggering my little brother! We'll straighten you out."
The synchronous statements of Weiss and Winter made both look at each other and the two then fixing him with a look that showed more harmony than they'd had before, as both young women, for Weiss could not be called anything but a young woman, moved words. Their tops were still off, so he watched as they pushed their younger brother out of the way.
"I'm pretty sure my girlfriend would not enjoy me going gay, Weiss…"
He wasn't into men. Sienna had teased him a few times with how Adam should repay him with his body for some reason, but it had just been that, teasing. Eve… was a different subject and one that he wouldn't delve into right now.
'At least she's stopped sending me those pictures…'
Sienna had words with Eve, apparently. The last picture had been titled – Girlfriend found out, I got tenderized. No more beef for your pork – and it'd been a black-and-blue Eve who looked pathetically at the camera, a grinning Sienna, equally naked, on top of her giving him a look of 'Yeah, I'm here.' The follow-up picture that'd been sent had been very… interesting. There was a certain aesthetic to the contrast of darker skin and pale white skin.
He most certainly had not taken the time to appreciate it in private a few times, nope. He was a young man who most assuredly did not do such lewd things, even if the close-up shot of two women in a state of total undress and their yearning- Nope. He was chaste. He was pure. Eve being dominated by Sienna was just an idle fancy in his mind, especially with the tagline 'Tenderizing beef' that had been added.
Faunus were a bit weird like that, but he didn't mind their honesty. Sienna was as pure in her intentions as she could get, even if she let her emotions get the best of her sometimes. He just had to get her back in line and tell her what he wanted.
'I should tell Willow…'
He felt good about that thought for a moment before he focused back on reality, as two pairs of hands were making their way in his pants, and he looked at both daughters of the woman who just traced over his mind's thoughts, both looking at him with a look that was most definitely 'Schnee-sexy'.
"Hey! Stop that!"
Weiss' hands left his manly tackle, but Winter's stayed, her cheeks flushing red, a hand grabbing Winter's head and dunking her under the water. The hands squeezed his manhood, making him feel a hint of pain.
"It would be a bit uncouth to start an orgy here, Weiss. I doubt the proprietors of this place would enjoy watching it or cleaning up the mess."
Willow Schnee had somehow managed to get into the Jacuzzi with them, the four Schnee's and him fitting in very tightly, as Willow placed herself into his lap after a moment, Winter surfacing after a moment, and thankfully the hand disappeared from his groin, her mother's rear having sat down on it. It was a nice rear, a nice rear that was definitely giving him trouble if Willow moved just a bit back and forth.
"Mother, this is-"
He couldn't see Willow's face, but Winter's voice had stopped. There was something in Willow's body language, as she shifted a little
"No. Mister Arc is getting out of this Jacuzzi. Now. There's no 'Mother' about this. I won't hear of it, Winter. If you had wanted to get this man as your partner, you could have asked him politely and requested an encounter, should he feel the fancy. The moment when etiquette and manners went out of the window, you blew your chance."
Willow turned her body, and he felt one of her full breasts bump against his chest, her eyes meeting his own as she seemed to gaze at him with a look that held flame and frost in those eyes, a contrast to Sienna's burning passion, as her fingers traced over his chest for a light touch, a smile on her lips that was meant just for him.
She pulled herself out, her fine derriere moving, as he followed after her, the water droplets dripping off the woman's body. He was unashamedly checking her out, he knew, the woman turning around a little and a faint smile ghosted on her lips, seizing her hand.
"Mister Arc, some time in the sauna might do you good… It is unpleasant to worry about the burdens of my daughters…"
A smooth, cool look at the two of them, Winter's top floating away still. Both daughters looked embarrassed, and he could imagine why. It was intense, and it was…
"I'll join you, mother. Daddy needs his best child to be with him."
He caught sight of Willow's lips twisting into an angry sneer, her thoughts obviously on her husband. As Winter fixed her attire and Weiss corrected her own, conversation sprang up between the two of them, Willow tugging him closer to her in a possessive manner that wouldn't look too out of place on Sienna, Whitley joining them, warm air gusting out. With just having emerged out of the Jacuzzi, his shorts were sticking to his skin, his eyes watching team RWBY sans Weiss sit there, looking a little hesitant at him, as if he'd been the final frontier.
"Let the games begin, girls."
That did not sound very great for his chances, as Yang swallowed heavily and got up from her seat. She wobbled a little with her steps, taking his hands and guiding him to a free space.
"Sit. Alright… So…"
The door shut behind Whitley, who sat next to Ruby. They didn't look much different in age, save for the fact that they were both looking a little awkward. Willow sat herself down next to Blake, who looked uncomfortable.
"We've had a chat with Willow. And… And I think it's time to be honest, I mean- I think you're great."
That was fair to him. He knew that she thought the world of him, and he thought warmly of her as well, knowing that it was hard for her at times to be the extraverted and social big sister. He could see that Ruby looked hopefully, as Yang looked at him with a hint in her eyes that she wanted to say more.
"I know you're great, always trying to protect people. When you killed Fall, you were doing it to protect all of us, right?"
She looked at him and smirked, the teasing smirk of the girl whose warmth and concern eclipsed the bold front that she put on. Yang was pure, as her eyes shone with that honest light of appreciation and care.
"I love you, you silly man. And, well, I've been talking with Blake. That girlfriend of yours isn't as closed-minded as she appears. Kitty-Khan did a lot of weird stuff in her past, apparently… So, here I am."
'Is she seriously asking me out as a girlfriend whilst saying that I'm already with someone?'
He saw Willow look smug, as she watched Yang, who shifted a little. She wasn't looking too nervous yet, but Yang definitely seemed to be uneasy around the hawkish gaze of the woman.
"Well… Any response? A 'Yang you're so amazing, I'll take you into the harem'?"
He wasn't sure. Maybe in a year or so, but right now? He'd have to seriously start training and hope that he'd make it through the year.
'Since when did I become open to polygamy?'
That was kind of the antithesis to marriage. It was something that made people not stick with their original partner. His expression darkened a little, as he didn't respond.
"Well… Let me know after the others are done. Two more shots, I reckon…"
Yang sat down, looking at him with a pouty look on her face, her skin flushed and red, no doubt from the combined embarrassment and the whole sensation of something more. He caught Ruby and Whitley talking about something, Ruby making gestures and hearing something about 'Dust-round munitions' with Whitley providing some counterpoints.
"Jaune?"
Blake got up, standing before him, her smile catty.
"I want your babies. Impregnate me."
The soft 'bluh' that came from his mouth was enough of an answer as Blake lifted her top and did a little wiggle. There wasn't much to move, but it was an effort. It was more half-hearted in the way that Blake didn't really look like she was very serious, just filling in the blanks a little for the competition.
"I'm honoured that you'd consider me for that, but no, I don't think I will. Sienna would probably drown you, if your mother doesn't get you first."
Blake pouted before she shrugged, sitting down again, sans top. He didn't quite get why Sienna had said that if Blake wanted to do something like that, Kali would drown her, but it must be some Faunus thing. Eve had said that Blake should 'remember her place', which was not elaborated upon further either, only a look given at him as if he were stupid.
'I sometimes wonder if there is a Faunus 101 course that you could take…'
Sienna had been needier these past few weeks, Eve just acting like she was about to go and commit a public obscenity with him, touching and caressing him. Both smelled him, too! They just sniffed him and then nodded their head, Sienna mumbling something about not wanting any interlopers.
'The sniffing is something that I can do without… She was just sniffing me for a minute and looking at me like she wanted to grill me and eat me.'
"So, eh… Now it's your turn."
He looked at Willow for a moment, the woman's hand pushing her hair behind her ears, the locks kept restrained there with the moisture in the air as she got up slowly. His eyes watched. She got his full attention as she rolled her shoulders a little.
"Mister Arc…"
She spoke his surname with a little hint of delicate passion in her voice, her body moving. Contrary to Yang's heat and warmth, Willow was like an ice sculpture, delicate and frail-looking, as she moved. The bikini bottom and top looked like they'd manage to contain her, as she laid her hands on his shoulders, holding on to him, her eyes looking into his own.
"I cherish you, my dear."
A finger pushed against his skin, as Yang said something about 'Hey, there wasn't supposed to be any touching!' but Willow ignored that, as her fingers left his shoulders and she straightened out, her skin glistening in the light from the lamps, the heated steamy air washing over her. She was hot, in more ways than one, as she slid to her knees, the sauna barely allowing her to, her fingers and palms touching his knees and then pulling herself up.
"And for all that you've given to me, I will enter this battle."
It was a strange sensation, as he looked at her face there between his legs, blue eyes pleading at him, begging and whispering of sweet things that only could be done between a couple. Her tongue slid over her lips as she brought her face closer to his own, her voice like a soft sultry whisper. The girls started to shift nervously, as his attention laid on Willow.
"because if my daughters cannot find agreement with the man who will be their stepfather, I will have to simply make sure that there will be no contest left to be had, Jaune Arc."
He forgot to answer, her fingers making their way down to his inner thighs, sliding from them. He froze up, as her hands teased over the skin, fingernails that'd been lacquered before, making a soft teasing tone, as she smirked and then leaned down, giving a light touch.
'Glah. Ah.'
Fingers clawed against his inner thighs as she rose up, mounds pressing against something that had suddenly gotten very hard and upright.
"Because whenever Willow Schnee enters a fight… There'll be none who will be left standing."
A sultry, heavy purr, almost like Sienna when she got really into certain things, oozing with that sensuality from her lips, her eyes looking into his own with that twinkle in them, as her breasts gave a little shake. Sienna did not have the cup size that Willow did.
Her eyes went down and the smug little grin came to her lips, as her upper body did a slow rise and fall.
'Oh.'
"Among other things that are standing, though…"
Her body rose, her hands grabbing a hold of his sudden hard pressing issue and a slow moving motion up and down was given, as the woman's grip tightened and then loosened. If Sienna was fire and passion, Willow was frozen seduction.
"And that, girls…"
She got up and moved back to her seat, leaving him to feel embarrassed and straighten himself out in his swimming shorts at the thought that they could all see his hard problem. He wasn't particularly modest, but it was just a little embarrassing after all that teasing that she'd done.
"is how you make a man crave you."
He shivered a little, despite the warmth, Willow's smug smirk enough to reinforce the fact. Yang sighed, as Blake pulled her top back on, Yang's smile almost sardonic as she spoke up.
"I accept defeat in this round. We'll keep silent about this, alright? Weiss doesn't need more stress on her plate, what with your husband just marrying her off to some old dude… You're a lucky guy, Jaune."
He supposed he was. He looked at Whitley and Ruby, the latter currently going through the emotive process of something about a 'barrel adjustment' at which Whitley just seemed to be smiling smugly.
'Thank the gods that they weren't watching...'
Whitley's little thumbs-up dashed that hope, as he groaned. Team Schnee seemed to be on his side.
'Well, that's something at least.'
The door opened and Weiss and Winter entered together. Winter's face was frosty, whilst Weiss' was red.
"We're sharing you!/We have come to an accord and we will share."
He groaned again, knowing that this was going to be another misunderstanding. He'd been having lots of those when it came to the Schnee family, it seemed. Sienna was blunt like a battering ram most of the time, but you didn't have to tread on eggshells and avoiding the dangers she had.
"Alright, then I guess you'll share the experience of watching me leave."
He got up, Weiss and Winter grabbing a hold of his sides. Winter's chest was pressing against him, as Weiss' hand didn't stop holding on to him.
"I'd… I-I'd really like it if you stayed, Jaune. I-I think I love you."
'Didn't we just do this?'
Yang looked pained, as Willow's head shook lightly.
"Yes, stay. Weiss and I have discussed it and we think there is a good option for marriage with me. Two sisters for the price of one."
'There went the businessman argument. Jacques, I guess she's got that from you…'
The man's influence was too visible in his children and spouse when things got stressed.
"I don't want to marry anyone just yet. I'm seventeen, I'm not ready for a baby yet, and I most certainly am not going to cheat on my girlfriend, who, I might add, is still older than you and maybe wiser. Sienna Khan is not someone you would like to dismiss, because she will fuck you in ways that aren't pleasant."
The toys that she'd gotten a hold of were interesting, though he wasn't going to get that massager anywhere near there again. It'd been… interesting. She'd liked it, though. He was definitely going to throw it away or hide it.
"Winter did not rape you, Mister Arc?"
Willow was formal again, speaking with that practised tone, as if inquiring with him for verification. Winter looked like she was going to be blowing up some more with a heated argument, but he shook his head.
"Most certainly not. Winter is a lot of things, including a little brat who doesn't know the concept of consent, but she is not someone who would do that, or at least, I do not believe her to be a woman who is capable of doing something so vile and disgusting."
His eyes met Winter's, who looked vindicated, Willow's warning tone showing in her voice as she spoke up.
"Then I do believe that that is clear, Mister Arc. Winter, apologize for your actions."
The eldest daughter looked pained, as if she was going to do something she disliked, but she swallowed that fury in a moment, taking a deep breath.
"I apologize, Mister Arc. I should have perhaps followed the wisdom of myself, rather than trusting the guidance of Sienna Khan."
That was good. An apology was good enough for him, a smile given to her. Winter's pale cheeks turned red as he nodded.
"Apology accepted, Winter. Stress makes us do things we do not really wish to do." He extended his hand and she shook it, lightly.
"I may have been… hasty, Winter. I'm sorry, daughter."
'Apologies are good, and at least, things are now on the road to recovery.'
Weiss cleared her throat, looking at him and then at Winter.
"I'd like to have sex with you. Please?"
Winter and Willow fixed their youngest sibling and daughter with a look, Willow's expression turning a touch stonier, fingers touching the sides of the sauna. It was getting hot in here, he knew. Perhaps he should've drank more in the morning.
"I'm afraid that isn't an option, but…"
He hesitated, wondering whether to tell them about the plan. He had talked with Whitley about a part of it, mostly just to get the man into place, the Schnee Dust Company's CEO having spoken briefly with him over the phone. It had been arranged.
"let's just enjoy the day, alright? Who knows what tomorrow will bring?"
Jaune stepped off the bullhead that'd brought him to Vale from Beacon, landing on the spot where it was already there, the rain coming down slowly. Three of the bodyguards were visible, as Jacques Schnee had a smile on his face.
The orange umbrella that he held up was enough against the drizzling rain, his eyes looking at the heavens for a moment, a flash of lightning in the distance, forked and there, as he made the smile creep onto his face.
"Mister Schnee, it's so good to see you. I'm sorry I couldn't get to Whitley earlier."
The man's posture was relaxed, from how he was standing there in the drizzle. Jaune knew that he was going to go according to plan, everything had been prepared. It was a risk, yes, but it was one that he would take.
'This is all for the good of your family, Jacques Schnee…'
"Mister Arc, thank you for your swift rescue of my son. It was perhaps good fortune that he knew how to arrange for a huntsman of your calibre to come to his aid."
The man didn't fully trust him, despite the paternal act. There was always mistrust and worry for the finances in Jacques Schnee's line of thought, though the man hid it well under the false face that he wore for the charming of people.
'You'll never hit my Willow again after today, Jacques Schnee.'
The wind picked up a little, the rain coming down a little heavier and his jeans were getting wetter. He had picked the humblest outfit that he had in his closet, especially to give that impression to the man, to disarm that suspicion until he could get into range of the man.
"It would be bad of me if I let someone hurt Whitley. He's like a little brother to me. I never really had a little brother, I've only had older sisters, so…"
He shifted the umbrella a little in his hands, looking as innocently honest as he could, the bodyguards keeping their gazes trained for danger as per usual operating procedure, giving them a bit of space, Willow's husband wrapping an arm around him as he was fond of doing whilst walking, the umbrella raised a little higher to shield the man from the rain as well.
'Sometimes, you have to do distasteful things to make the world a better place.'
A smile on his lips, as the man started to talk. "I've heard of the financial troubles, Jaune. If there's anything that I can do to assist... I have heard of your mother's signing of a loan for three thousand and-"
The man's veneer of amicability was like a lie, as he only saw money, the bullhead pulling away and leaving them to wander away. He flared his aura a little and closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking another step and squeezing the button on his Scroll, which'd been put in his pocket.
'Rest in hell, Jacques.'
The skies lit up as a massive lightning bolt struck the tip of his umbrella, bathing the spot where he was standing in a flash of blinding light, the lightning-Dust-metal infused umbrella having served as the perfect lightning rod. Three more strikes of lightning flowed from the heavens as the Fall Maiden's power honed in on the one who bore a similar signature in their Aura, the power of nature and magic channelled into the lightning strikes.
The skies roiled with thunder and lightning afterwards, as the bodyguards shot into action, the bodies of two people in the centre of the lightning strikes as the bodyguards checked for the signs of life, medically trained personnel starting to come to render aid. Jacques Schnee was definitely a goner, as thousands upon thousands of magically enhanced lightning had shot through his system, not having had the Aura strength to keep himself safe, someone calling for an ambulance to deliver the other unfortunate victim of a lightning strike to the hospital.
And so, the thunderous demise of Jacques Schnee. 'Natural Causes'.
Jaune's sacrificing nature plays up again. It'd either be freedom or death, and well... The title was chosen for... well, it's a very great piece of music, and I try to find the right title for the chapter. Jacques Schnee got some heavenly justice.
The Jacques Schnee Revenge Arc is over!
The next Arc is the last one!
Until next time, ladies and gentlemen! Leave a review at the review box, and know that Jacques Schnee is deader than dead.