Welp, he's back at Beacon again.
Velvet didn't wake up anytime during the incident, and he used that unconsciousness to dump her back into Coco's grubby hands.
Never has sneaking back home to his educational system-which he partially owns-felt so abstractly fucking naughty in retrospect. Strange, since outta everyone he interacted with that night, Jaune would readily claim himself the purest boy of them all.
Or young man. Figure of speech really.
Junior was a bartender and forager of death transcripts for minors, Roman was a narcotic using motherfucker with a pension for unstableness and rambling about past war crimes. Neo was...no...is the best definition of what he'd expect an E-girl to look like in anything not like the simulations.
Her two twin followers were in a similar boat, except they're not the kinda hoes who'd deserve his hard earned shekels. Accredited fresh from momma's bank account, figuratively speaking.
They're more like the greasy bung holes civilian frat boys plow, like Atleasian potato farmers pre-great war.
That is to say, hungrily, and very often.
Fortunately though, Jaune's not that kind of piece of shit. Having an entirely different standard of romantic practice for doing his dating and or harem stuff.
Huntsman also live up to a much grander name and fame, compared to the non-threatening positions in their Valen Democractic process.
See...people could be lots of things-accountants, engineers, drug store owners, drug owners-but it takes a certain kind of character to develop the proper Beacon ethics. Or any huntsman school ethics necessary to function.
That's why he went and unabashedly inseminated a minor: because he doesn't apply to the goddamn system anymore, he was the system. He could prance around Beacon in his fucking underwear and have his fucking material under his fucking underwear get fucked.
If he can get secret blowjobs from their science teacher, who's to say some public PDA wouldn't pass?
...Uuuh, on second thought, he'd best avoid flaunting too much.
Powerful or not, Jaune doesn't want footage of his girls doing that on the internet, neither the potentiality Ozpin of all people would see that shit.
Yikes, man, he's getting cocky, literally. It must be something with a successful operation: as in, returning Velvet home, without her proto-mommy team tearing him a new one.
Coco gave him some shit about carrying women un-consenting to bed, but that's about it. The whole 'your teammate was mugged in a vegan ice cream shop, and I disrespected e-girls to save her' thing didn't sound good in either his head or out loud, so he kept silent on that.
It worked, and-after he made sure everyone was informed of his relative safety-he caught some sleep. And continued in his daily schedule afterwards, a new pep in his suited step. One simple realization that he, Jaune D'Arc, had things going pretty smooth, and was gonna be finally doing that Vale Remembrance day event in the next week from now.
All's well that ends well, then. But before that...
He's been thinking, and thinking hard.
On top of his gauntlet were the soul gems of Ruby, Velvet, Professor Peach, and Pyrrha.
The marks of the women he's relatively gotten to know pretty well, some more then others. It's a sign that he and them share some sort of commonality that allows him to acquire physical and or mental value in their beings.
It's a Collector, and a Connector, essentially.
So whilst Roman fucked around with fire-literally, cigars or otherwise-and the Vale Remembrance day party neared the horizon, Jaune wondered about women. Treacherously doth this be, and solely thanks to his stupidness becoming a splurge of confidence.
The other girls...his followers, the other teachers, and anyone with a vagina and lacking hoeness: what if he collected them?
What if he finally broke through to Weiss that he's an alright guy? Or that Blake hadn't a need to hide her curiosity of his relationship with Ruby? Or that Yang's irrational Yangst twenty four seven at him seducing her little sister wasn't fair?
What if these techno colored superwomen were…, you know, with him. Like Ruby and Pyrrha-also maybe Velvet-were?
Wouldn't that help secure the sovereignty of Beacon? And beyond?
It'd get him more semblances, and instantly more connections to foreign bodies all over Sanus at least.
Weiss's influence in the Schnee Dust Company in particular. She'd perhaps help him get an understanding of Atlas's political situation, and maybe help him dismantle the necessity of funding billions of lien notes to foreign powers that didn't benefit them.
It sounds crazy, and kinda power hungry...but would it really be far fetched?
He's already got two practical lovers already, so wouldn't there be little stopping him from sorta, uhmmm...dividing and conquering?
He didn't know, so that's why Jaune D'Arc sat on a courtyard bench, hands neatly folded into his lap, and eyes collected pools of perception. A scroll's digital screen barred to life below him, and he gave the device a firm once over, pulled from his thoughts.
Hey! I'm on my way. Like, almost there!
That's Ruby, as he asked her to come out and talk to him about stuff. Mostly on what he's thinking about, and really?
Jaune would think his first waifu supporting his desire in colonizing the dating sphere of Beacon-sorry, all his foreskin boys-would be the desirable outcome.
The-key fuckin' word-desirable outcome. He can't get new ones if the old ones go away.
Besides, he loves her, and wants to have her with him forever. So he's gotta ask first.
And when his Pretty Girl, Cookie Girl, wife-to-be, and loli all around came to him; on quick feet blinding across the courtyard, beaming smile on her face, he breathed. Letting out all those feel bad building up, and metaphorically watching them poof up to the stratosphere.
They didn't, really, but it was good to imagine.
Ruby hadn't noticed the stress, and like the happy camper she was, her arms latched onto his sides in an instant. Burying her head in his shoulders, and slipping herself onto his suited lap. Excited, giggly, and all sorts of things he's very surprised about; considering it's only been three hours since they've last seen each other.
He loved it though, and held her tight. Planting lots and lots of kisses on the back of her scalp, whilst rubbing methodical circles into her back. Enough to hear those small snap crackle pops, and the happy moans of satisfaction she muffled into him. Sounding like she's just glad he's touching her, all things considered.
And he did. Laughing along with her, and doing so until they sobered up. Content to lounge away the love hormone stuff until somebody speaks up. Which, as her lap felt really distracting on his, was several dozen minutes later.
When her silver eyes fluttered closed, and little grumbles to stay awake and-not sleep on his body-sounded out.
He squeezed her; and whispered conspiratorially into her ear, more amused about the ridiculous cuteness than anything. "Hey. Hey. Rubes?"
"Mhuagha?"
He poked some more, chucking at the sleepy mumbling she did on him. The slobbering after-effect stressing him not a single bit.
She's more important than the suit, and he planned to fight in the damn thing, so yeah.
"Wakey-wakey~, Jauney's not a pillow, and unfortunately don' got any bakey-"
She snorted, and turned her head to him, still on his shoulder. That little grin on her face, amused and happy at the same time, like a shining star. "Ah man...hate when that happens."
"I know, and ya know how to fix it?"
"Nope." She giggled. "You gonna tell me?"
He nodded, and poked her forehead in.
"By getting some better bed sheets, because last I checked? Grown men don't make good nighty-night furniture."
"...Says the furniture-"
"See? You're the one at fault here. Only crazy people and tasteless customers get furniture like me. I'm a hassle and liable to make you do crazy things."
"Like what?"
"Like make you talk to furniture. Like a crazy person."
"But what if it does talk?"
"It doesn't."
"But if you're furniture and you're talking-"
"Uh-uh."
She pressed a finger all around his chest, cheeks puffed nice and red.
From humor or embarrassment? He couldn't tell.
"Doesn't that mean that I'm not crazy, and that we live in a crazy world that let's furniture stuffs talk?"
He looked her right in the eyes, and grinned.
"Nope. That's fake news. Furniture can't talk and you're living in a society." He kissed her forehead, she giggled. "Or in other words? Don't talk to furniture, especially if it talks back and kisses you."
That finger stopped at his chin, digging the little nail in gently. "Kinda late for that one, y'know?"
"I wouldn't, I'm just furniture."
"...You're my furniture-"
He groaned, leaning his head back, hearing her giggly voice muffle itself Into his neck. "My holy Oum, Rubes, you've got my sappiness now."
She popped up with a hum. "And for some reason, Sempai, you're swearing in the Holy Oum's name. Where'd ya get that from?"
He blinked at her little grin. "Uh...The Holy Oum?"
She rolled her eyes. "Smarty-pants. Ugh."
He liked it though, and leaned back up, happy to hold onto her for a bit as she did the same for him. Cradled in his lap like an overgrown child, and loved even more than one.
Which is how it should be with his girls. Every single one of them-
Oh! Right, he almost forgot.
Jaune cleared his throat, and rested his chin on her head. "Hey, Rubes?"
She hummed.
"How's everyone in Team RWBY doing?" She looked taken aback by that, so he elaborated. "We've been kinda quiet these past weeks, which means we really haven't gotten the chance to 'Team v Team' in the off time. How's Weiss doing? Yang? Blake-"
That clicked things into place for the girl, as she snapped her fingers. "Oh, yeah! Well..." another pause, her mind-cogs Ah' whirling to the forefront.
"Yang and Weiss have been training a whole lot more, just separately. Yang likes to do those schoolwide jogs in her tank top getup, and Weiss goes to the official school training grounds every..." she frowned, counting her fingers. "Say, every other day? She's trying to sharpen up for the Vytal festival coming up, and all that."
He nodded. "And Blake?"
"Training, but, eh...lighter, I guess?" She looked off into the distance, towards the statue. "I only really remember her going to stuff on weekends, and where she goes? Eh...not sure. All she's told me is that it's nice and refreshing. I'm guessing it's the forest or something."
"And how do they think about you?" He ran a hand through her locks, frowning at the split ends here and there. "You've hung out here and there, but nothing like overnight stuff. What's their thoughts on that?"
It was her turn to frown now, slightly concerned.
"Jaune?" She asked, turning to him. "I'm not super smart, but I know when you're thinking about stuff, and that look?" She poked him again, cheeks puffed. "It's not that good looking, y'know? It's like when I think on what crappy a leader I've been to my team-"
"That's not true, Rubes, you're fine."
"They're always busy with themselves, and not with the cool stuff I want to do with them," she sighed, brushing some stray locks out of her vision. "But that's besides the point..."
That little finger poked him again. "Stop being such a Goober and tell me all your secrets."
When she didn't let up, Jaune groaned, gently brushing her finger away. Figuring not to stall the day anyone, as realistically?
He's got too little time to be fucking around with, the big party things soon and he's...well, got plans. And that desire to be a womanizer for his own clout, ish. If he's gonna do this, Jaune'll have to make sure his best followers know what's up.
Starting with Ruby.
So he cleared his throat, and spoke his mind.
"I kinda wanna date your whole team."
...
...
...
Ruby snorted. "Took you long enough, eh?"
He 'bout flipped his shit. "Excuse me-wha-"
Her poking finger bopped his nose in, silver eyes dancing with a knowing mirth he really didn't expect her to have. Then again, neither did he expect his second waifu to be okay with blatant-and reckless-polyamory, so that's fine.
Really fine, if he'd get the ol' ego out, and imagine the screaming post that is Jebodiah's non existence in his head. Rebelling against that false idol's scuffed narrative of incompetence, while at the same time defying it in action, one waifu at a time.
In other words? He's already feeling the hype, and gave Ruby a surprised-but welcomed-smile at her acceptance.
"Sempai," she started, and in the best way, with his scuffed Mistrali lingo name, as is the greatest nickname he's got. "You've taken the school by storm, and can literally maybe sorta sometime become Headmaster." This time, it was her turn to run hands through his hair, sighing tiredly at his own split ends. "You've said it yourself, rememberer?"
"Yeah, but, what about that makes you okay with...that."
Ruby deadpanned at him, which, in all their interactions together, seemed to be her more mature of actions. As a result, he tighter up, and listened to her voice neutrally tell him off, in a way he could feel that honesty like a shot of whiskey he never got to take. Thanks to Roman and his stupid war crimes n' shit.
"Because you're the best man in the world, and I love you." He wanted to 'aww' at that, but she continued on, poking his forehead this time. "I also love my friends, who for some reason seem to either wanna avoid you, or dislike you for dating me. Not...super unhappy with you, I don't think, but, like, eh...-"
"Catty?"
"Yea-hey wait." She put her hand up, scratching her head. "Isn't that kinda racey?"
"..." He thought about that, and groaned. "No. It's a figure of speech, not a racially derogatory thingy to people with cat ears. In particular, a female cat Faunus with a lotta sass and prejudice."
And for extra measure, he smacked his face, not liking the way this conversation took a turn for the dumb. Not even worst, just dumb.
"So no, my wonderful Rubes, I'm not racist."
"Eh?! Didn't say you were!"
"You said that was a lil bit racey-"
"But you're not racey," she insisted, hands on his shoulders. "It's just that, y'know, people could take it that way!"
Jaune deadpanned at her now, which got her to sigh, and relax a bit. Fortunately, they changed the subject. "Anyways, ehm...yeah. They're kinda acting like those stereotypical mean girls, who deny stuff for dumb reasons."
She almost went to count her fingers again, but frowned up at the heavens above, and shook her head. "Y'know, the simple stuff. Pride, anger, the lack of sexy times they've gotten in the past several months-"
"That's a thing with them?"
"That's a thing with Blake, I'd freaking bet." She corrected, a giggle on her tongue. "Ever since you came back with Velvet, she's been reading her literature a lot more. I also know for a fact her and Velvet have been chattin' up too, and whose not to bet you're man they talk about?"
"If they're talking about men."
"Eh?" She tilted her head, but after thinking on that, nodded. "Oooh, I see. But since it's Velvet, I'm pretty sure she's at least talking about dudes. Ever since you brought her back from that vegan ice cream shop-"
He snorted, overtly pleased that out of all the things he could've told everyone, he chose that.
He also told them the vegan ice cream made her sleep and weak in the knees, which even better, most of RWBY believed. Sans Blake, of course.
"-she's been talking about you. Just...not directly at you, if y'know what I mean."
He did. She's been avoiding him ever since that day, but she wasn't afraid to wave at him or whatever during lunch and class.
It's probably the nerves, so he shrugged it off, figuring to harem everything out as things come along. All the girls in his life are individuals, and if they're busy or unable to hang out with him? He'll have to either bare with it, or convince them otherwise.
And Velvet? Well, he'll do the latter sometime soon, but first...
Jaune nodded along. "You think they're up to their daily stuff right now?"
"Weiss is, I think..." Ruby, like the smart cookie she truly way, thought on that for a brief moment, then gasped. Smacking her hand atop his chest, lightly but firmly, a cheeky smile on her face. "You wanna start now, huh?"
He could only grin.
"Heh. Figures..."
And like that, they went silent. Choosing to just enjoy each other's company, while the sun shone from above.
Eyes off towards all sorts of things not usually focused on; like that tree with it's leaves blowing around, or the random people walking in between dormitories here and there.
He liked that latter one the best, as it reminded him of how he-as a student-shouldn't really be able to do this. Neither Ruby, honestly...
Yet here they were, in a lovers hold, just vibin' along.
It made him smile at his quiet cookie loli, and lean over her with a whisper.
"You mind?"
She looked up at his own cheeky grin, and snorted, pushing his chin up and away with her the palm of her tiny hand.
"Mind what, Goober?"
He felt that digit smush against his cheeks now, but it didn't stop him from speaking, or feeling even cheekier than before.
"Mind your manners, first of all." He nabbed that hand at his face, gave it a audible smooch, then plopped it down to Ruby's lap.
All before she could've said a single word, or speak her mind. Which surely was choked full of confusion and uncertainty, as she instead stared at him with that kinda stuff, mouth hanging open and face flushed. "Second of all, my love..."
Jaune enacted the next stage of his plan, shuffling himself up in his seat and grabbing Ruby then by the hips. She made a little noise of protest at that, but nothing else, as he shimmed his waifu into the seat next to his own. Her hands still in lap, and face still watching his every move with a confused-but now kinda bemused-curiosity.
She likes these games they played, in her own little way.
It matched her, Jaune thought, so he stood up from his seat and gave her little forehead a kiss. And to his continued joy, she didn't pout or anything because of it.
She instead...looked calmer. Like, she stopped pouting, and let loose a cute little loli sigh, as though they were back at the post-interteam super conflict, where they got to sleep next to each other after he stopped Weiss and Blake's attempts to kill each other.
Well, Pyrrha was there...but the point still remains.
Ruby's cute, and...
Jaune smiled. "Thanks for this, Rubes. You don't know how much this stuff means to me-"
She shushed him, rolling her eyes.
Which, if he might add, looked mature. That same maturity which blindsighted him not too long ago, and helped her assert dominance over both Goodbitch and her team.
It's a kind of look she's employing now, but a lot less seriously, more...uh...happy.
Happy friendly, friendly happy-
"I know, I know..." she smiled sweetly from under her darkened bangs, shaking her head. "You've got some Deputy work to do, I know the drill. Just go before I change my mind, and kidnap you as a body pillow."
"But I'm older than you."
"Only in physical, Sempai." She rapped her noggin, silver eyes dancing with amusement, his eyes probably as well. "But in the mental game? I'm totally a solid two decades older. It's just a fact, y'know?"
He didn't, so he rolled his eyes this time, and strutted off, holding his cloak around him once more. Letting the dark blue welcome him like a silky ocean.
Yet, even closer than that, he held that sound of her wholeheartedly laughter right before his heart, and smiled to himself.
"Yeah, I know."
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Well, here he was.
Standing off to the side of the training room area, with his back to the wall and head to the opening, Jaune listened for anything vaguely 'conflict' sounding.
He's still got tons clout around campus for his actions as of late. And he doesn't wanna get hooked in on a random conversation with a random student; who wanted to fan over him for being awesome or whatever.
No…see, he's trying to find a different student in particular.
Aka, one Weiss Schnee, whose possibly somewhere around here, surely pra-
He heard a shrill roar of challenge, and an accompanying explosion of matter against a metallic surface.
In wake of the assault, he could already smell the putrid fumes of Fire Dust in the area, that're also leaking into the hallway.
The reddish clouds basically all but confirmed it, and he took a full glance into the room, squinting past the yucky dust stuff.
Weiss was there: in her proper stance-shoulders centered, hands gripping her blade's handle for a jab-and facing the next couple of droids. The dispenser thingy in the back already producing a handful more.
Her focus, ice-cold and tougher than the metallic robot things she slayed, on herself and only herself.
As the next few enemies rolled her way, with their inbuilt swords and axes and all sorts of shits, Weiss took a deep breath, holding her sword before her face. Charging a pale-blue Aura around her, letting it crackle across her surface, and then move with it.
Which, as she already placed several Schnee emblem thingies in her wake. That rapier of hers charged with something likely to be Ice-Dust, working in tandem with the crackly Aura both protecting and empowering her. It was a really fast-and efficient-process.
She ended up gutting the two robots in the span of twenty seconds, and returned back to her place on the other side of the field by the nineteenth. Her Aura killed one as an after effect, and the other froze over like an ice cube. Just missing a face and not frozen over arm.
It was good, Jaune had to say.
"Hey!" He said, waving. "That was good, I had to say!"
She rounded towards that voice in an instant. "You're..."
When she saw him standing by, ungloved hand waving side to side at her and the destroyed training robots, Weiss groaned. Putting her guard down, and turning away from him in a big huff.
More interested in walking over to the nearest bench, where a conveniently Schnee Dust Company brand water bottle sat nice and pretty.
"Go away," she grumbled, sitting down without a word, and taking a healthy chug of her drink. A few seconds of that, and she stifled a burp in her dress sleeve, still glaring those icy blue eyes at him.
"I'm trying to improve myself, Mister 'Deputy', and I would rather have the combat teacher judge me for my actions."
"Why say that?"
He took a few strides closer, happy that she didn't stop him any bit. She did squint a little more though, as he's now on the half way mark in the training grounds.
Right where all the robot bits are getting swept up by tiner rolly robots dispensed in the back.
It's Mantle sponsored technology, penned by Professor Peach not too long ago. And though he hated the idea of working with that stuff...it's pretty effective for cleaning up the student messes. Especially since the robots were a popular way of training, whenever nobody else was around.
And as Weiss was a perfectionist, she made prime use of that. Until she saw his happy smile, that is, which caused her focus to get shot in the head and thrown in the back of a getaway car. Leaving her-metaphorically-without a thinking head, and that intense glare in her eyes.
Which he doesn't get. All throughout his time at Beacon, not once did Weiss ever openly try to cooperate with him. It was always something by osmosis: where either everyone else was doing it, so she joined, or she had to get coerced into doing it. Not once did his Snow Angel ever say 'hey, Arc, I completely agree with you and want to help out.'
Not a single fucking time, man. It's always, 'no Arc, I don't like you and you're semi tolerable.' or-
"Because you're problematic," she squawked, and took another drink. "You're a decent leader, yes, but the way you conduct yourself when around others-"
Aka, exclusively her-
"-is very concerning, because it could lead to a lack of focus, and distract others when they shouldn't have been." She put her water bottle down, and flicked her floppy pony-tail back, as well as some beads of sweat across her forehead.
"You, as a leader, have every incentive to listen and work around the interest of those who serve you. Otherwise, you become a tyrant who not only subverts that which is deemed 'not good'..."
Her rapier's Dust swirled around a bit, getting filled up with another few vials of Ice and Fire Dust. She preened at the quick maneuvering, and sat up, giving him a side-glance.
"But also the hearts and minds of innocent people."
"What, like you?"
"Yes! Especially me!"
"Why tho?"
She rounded on him, a squawk on her throat. "What do you mean 'why though'?! Isn't it obvious?"
Jaune took a brief moment to yawn, which-more so than words-seemed to get the message across. And some more oxygen into his system, as he needs that so this little chat can keep going. "Not really, could ya explain that one for me?"
The way her pony tail bristled with her scrunched up face was a sight for the sorest eyes, yet he looked on, raising a brow. Watching her chest go up and down in angry breaths, like she was trying to control herself.
Probably was, on second thought. He wanted to have himself a giggle-
But she went on, with a newfound calmness-enforced though it be-about her. Her rapier returned to her side, and that forehad's sweaty exterior wiped clean by a pale hand.
"No. I don't think I can." This time, her words-angry words, but much calmer-were quiet. LIke a big storm, either going past Vale's waters; or heading to them. Hellbent on wrecking everything around it.
She's a hurricane of emotions, her frowny face said it all.
"So I suggest you wait until my heartrate isn't at elevated levels compared to the average, yes?" She sighed in that passive aggressive 'mean girl' way Ruby knew her for, and he almost sighed too.
In sympathy, for both the deluded Ice Queen, and the Cookie Loli who's a lot smarter than people give her credit for.
"I'm in a state of stress here, Jaune. My body wished to fight and not deal with any shenanigans you've shown up to entangle me into."
"Like?"
She hissed this time. "What's with these one word questions?!"
He shrugged with all the carelessness he had, and she groaned.
"Fine. Since speaking the truth gets me nowhere, I'll tell you this." Her hand-probably as a coping mechanism-played with her rapier's Dust compartments.
"Ever since this foreskin and Headmaster debacle, I've had to deal with all sorts of abnormalities and abuses, like-"
"Me poking you in the face, and Blake nearly killing you?"
"Yes! You poking me in the face, and Blake nearly killing-" she caught herself splitting at that point, then rewound the tapes, glaring her soul out at him. "H-Hold on! Where did that come from?-"
He rolled out his neck, as well as any loose stress left in it, and fiddled with Crocea Mor's pommel. Not caring for the intense eyes on him, neither the weapon she suspiciously tinkered with herself. Looking antsy to do something she might regret.
"My mind, because i'm not stupid, Schnee." He looked down on her now, all lack of care gone by the wayside. Instead, he filled that apathy with a critical lense, staring his ocean eyes into her own.
It had an effect, too. Her hand paused on top of her own pommel, and if he's not letting the testosterone stuff talk? Jaune could see those chicken legs wobble a bit.
That's questionable, though, because said snack-bites were under her dress, which still covered her to the knees.
The mental imagine, and soundbite, of his Ruby-from a lunch period not long ago-saying 'actually, it's a combat skirt' rang in his mind. And he felt his frown deepen.
"I can understand what people're going through when they have a problem." he nodded, waving his hand out. "Ain't the most accurate with it, yeah, but after campaigning to defeat our Headmaster in a political election, and soundly getting my ass beat? I realized something..."
He strut away from her, with his blade on his suited shoulder, sheath included.
Their eyes weren't meeting right then, but if he'd wager a guess? The tiny sound of that pommel being adjusted said something about her calm when he looked away.
Whatever it was? He hadn't a fucking clue.
But that's why he's here: to figure out what's up with his Snow Angel, and somehow, try and seduce her in a way that's one hundred percent 'consensual' and 'non-tyrannical' or whatever.
And to do that?
Jaune turned around, seeing her wary gaze on him. He locked in as well.
"I realized that if i'm to get up on the high places, I need to do more of what works more often. Know what that means?"
She kept quiet, so he explained it for her, nice and simple.
"It means that I'm gonna need you cooperating with me by the time we get to the Vale Remembrance day thingy."
He unsheathed his sword, humming to himself when she jolted at the shwing of metal being released. "I don't care if you're all grumpy here and there, but if you wanna follow along, and be the best that you can be? You're gonna have to be my friend."
"And how," she stressed, hand on her rapier just itching for whatevers to go on.
Her face...flushed, actually. Huh. "Am I too do that?"
"By fighting me."
"...That's it?"
"Yeah," he saw her winding up, strutting her damn high-heels all the way to the other side of the training ground. Right before him, at the center.
She wanted this, in some scuffed way, and who's he to deny it?
"You up for that?"
She didn't answer him, focusing more so on herself, unlike the Schnee killing robots not ten minutes prior. A change in perspective must've made something click in that head of hers, because she looked absolutely on it.
Icy blue eyes sparkled in fervour, lithe muscles tightening for a strike from the ankle-up. A tiny smirk across her flushed face which, on second thought, worried Jaune the most out of the scenario.
Why's she so happy to beat him?-
Oh, wait, nevermind. Jaune could still feel the ghost of his finger touching her forehead all those weeks ago at the cafeteria, and the cookies immediately began to crumble into place.
They did so sadly, however.
Like a cookie that's been stolen from poor people because slightly less poor people had the physical endurance to yoink the cookie for themselves. Who can then break the sweet treat down all they want.
And did, with vengeful prejudice. Which described Weiss to an absolute t right now.
She lies as easily as she breathes, and Jaune should've known that. He's dealt with lots of people doing lots of different stuff that-in retrospect-was very stupid. Weiss's poorly concealed distaste for her easy beat down outside the cafeteria should've been realized, then.
But it wasn't. And now they're here now: squared off, even though Weiss said they'd be able to talk, and he wasn't all that bad a dude for what he's done.
The only way he could make sense of this dumb situation is if Weiss simply needed sense knocked into her. In a legal and somewhat consenting way, that is. Relative to how consenting spars really are.
Which brings them here now. Face-to-face, sword-to-rapier, and grumbly Shcnee-to-morbidly confused slash annoyed Arc.
Funny, how that cookie crumbles. He could almost imagine Ruby's laughter now, if not deeper and actually spooky-
Before he could muse further, Weiss's mighty squawk bounced off the training ground walls. And in absence of the glass shattering-almost literally, fucking ow-call to challange, he saw that icey-blue bullet coming his way. With everything at her disposal.
Her Aura, a prominent blue, frosty and crackly across her form. It's misty form covered her rapier, which glowed with a similar blue, common with Ice Dust. That blade's pointy end was heading his way like the thinnest hurricane in the history of man. Straight for the jugular, and boosted with blinding speeds. Glyphs marking her path
She was using her semblance, after all, and it tended to make glyph stuff that enhanced-
Nah, ya know what? Fuck it.
Jaune saw her advance coming from a literal few feet away, and took some action of his own.
And in that brief moment of said action, Jaune felt his gauntlet shine to the surface. Glowing it's soul gems out nice and bright for him, and against the flustered Schnee nearing close.
This respite was all Jaune needed to 'power-up', in Mistrali cartoon terms, and he moved.
Inside a storm of rose petals, Jaune moved left, leaving her to dig that rapier into thin-air on the right.
That nearly jolted her off those sparkly blue high heels when the momentum almost moved without her.
A pony-tail bobbed his way after the failed attack, those eyes of hers meeting him with a slight twitch in them. A showcase of the crazy Schnee syndrome deep beneath the surface, if anything.
"Oh!" She hissed, holding the rapier across her face, like true fencer, and insane Ice Queen with far too red of a face for his liking. Getting back into a balanced stance and regaining control of her stupid high heeled feet tapping all crazy-like.
"I've been 'up' for this since eternity! No matter who you've been, Arc or D'Arc!" She held the rapier down at chest level again, tiny glyphs glowing in all sorts of shapes and sizes around her. "I've wanted to spar you for so long, to finally prove myself competent and independent!"
...Yeah, he didn't get it.
But he did get the glyph she formed right below herself, with it's weird gravity platforms enabling her to jump doubly high across-and over-the clearing. Which she did whilst completely airborne, except for the extra glyph platforms she semblance'd up on her way onto him.
He took a deep breath, preparing himself for a really angry Schnee Dust Heiress-
She's almost to him now, ready to continue her beginning salvo of stabs from atop a glyph created split second. Once again barely a second's breath from piercing his shiny suit and all the fleshy stuff underneath.
But, he blocked it, stationary. Not slipping into a steady stance, neither with any particular technique, just his shield moved a few inches ahead of him did enough.
And more than enough apparently, as the rebounding effect sent her skidding a few inches back.
THe lack of contact tore a growl from her throat, and she came at him again, this time with her ice-dust first.
A multilayered puedo-wind came his way, shooting directly from her rapier's tip and a solid ten feet in height. Collectively, that is, as the blizzard didn't come for him in a single blast: it looked like they'd freeze him in spurts, limb by limb.
She's definitely using her high-grade stuff.
He's kinda flattered, annoyed, but flattered.
Jaune pushed that aside though, and slided into a proper stance.
He figured to worry over the little details, whenever he makes Weiss do the same. She's looking way to satisfied as is with all the waves of icey stuff coming for him, and he oughta end this quick, 'least she gets anymore funny ideas.
So he flared the white-gold power bubbling below his flesh, and confronted the first layer with a vertical slash, sending it off to the sides of him in twos. When meeting anything solid, ground or otherwise, the chilly stuff immediately froze the area over.
It made him roll his eyes, and focus on the rest.
The second layer dispersed from the exact same technique, but the third and fourth sorta actually meshed together, and Jaune had the pleasure of seeing Ice-Dust freeze over his sword. The rest of the super-dust-wave spiking into hills behind him.
All said and done, Weiss was panting a tiny bit, yet remaining in a determined pose, with her rapier pointed forward. Her cold eyes staring at-and through-him with beady intensity. That purebred unhappiness practically squawked that she didn't expect him to get off so scot free.
And honestly? That's pretty funny. He had to chuckle, which he did, much to her chagrin.
"You…!" She tampered with her Dust vials for a second, somehow not having to squint through the minty smell of freshly used Ice-Dust, like he was now.
"Unbelievable! I'll show you manners!"
The dust vials rolled back into place, with the blade itself getting pointed his way once again. "And pain! Lot's of pain!"
"Ho-" he stopped himself, frowning. "Actually, wait, give me a second here-"
In three seconds top, her face curled into the nastiest snarl he's seen yet, and her Aura hit a maximum spike in output around her.
This energy wasn't for show either: it dispersed into a massive glyph right below her feet. A pale-blue glyph, much like her Aura, taking one hundred percent of her attention.
She didn't even look at him, instead squinting her eyes shut while her energy conduit of a rapier worked it's shiny magic against the glyph. Doing something he idly considered to worry about, and as such, he made sure his guard was both up and heavy.
Nothing was said in these moments, and as he's confused in all sorts of ways, Jaune hollered over the buzzing sound of her Aura-and semblance-focusing into that massive glyph. A shaky affair that left her cringing to herself and straining to keep posture on one knee.
He, for that long moment-while she suffered in silence-hadn't a clue as to why any of this was happening. But the way she just threw all caution to the wind, all speed by the wayside, and even looked to have forgotten her opponent even existed, just made him question his sanity a teeny bit.
"Weiss?" He inched closer, seeing that frosty power condensing into a miniature whirlwind of power. The quality of them would likely put more Ice Dust on his sword, and he didn't want that. Any chance his family blade could disintegrate or chip was a chance he'd rather not take.
Already, the-
His gauntlet seemed to shimmer in reminder, which made his eyes widen.
Professor Peach's soul gem stood out very apparent to him, and he focused on the dull beigey orange glow, remembering the power within.
Peach's semblance was some kind of 'Dust Manipulation', and he could use that for pretty much anything pertaining to said shiny element details.
And as he didn't want to risk breaking his familial lineage with some Schnee brat's scuffed Dust, that blow-job aquired power-up should get it's proper use.
So, he focused on his soul gem, and saw it glow with it's inner energies. Whilst the Schnee still struggled in her own little storm, like the improper fighter she was.
All the way over his other shoulder, and right to the abnormality cake-frosted over his blade. Which, after meshing against it a bit, caused the Ice-Dust residue to deteriorate into a somewhat watery cloud of condensation. Giving him less to worry about, and an opportunity to check up on Weiss-
She glowed, like a icy-hot sun, whilst that glyph had something coming up the-
Oh.
He blinked, as a fucking gniormous-and armored, oh boy-white knight roared challange at him. It's broadsword held high, and fervour in it's summoning as potent as Weiss's own. They actually echoed each other for a long moment, with Weiss pointing her rapier-and ice demon-his way.
"Take him down!" She squealed, her cheekys now completely rosey in either pleasure, excitement, anger, or some unholy concoction in between. "Avenge me for my weakness, and make me no longer imprisoned by my past!"
It seemed to understand that edgy nonsense, and stalked forward, dragging it's broadsword agans the training ground soil, which literally indented the material wherever it went.
And needless to say? It's likely not going anywhere but to him.
He saw it's icy eyes locked on his own, after all. Those dark spikes in a sea of even greater darkness inside a medieval helmet. It wanted to perform its duties and beat his ass, but Jaune's...got some other ideas-
Which got enacted, right when the first broadsword slash came down unto him, marked by the knight's cry of uproar. Only increasing in pitch when the knight saw his cloaked form hop atop the blade's length, and zoom past it's face with a sword and shield crackling in white-gold.
See, Jaune's been learning a lot from Ozpin these past few weeks. Mostly in little ways, as the old boomer couldn't teach him all that much about proper sword techniques. He instead taught Jaune valuable 'methods and concepts' to fight people with.
Ways that he can, say, eliminate the target and make sure her summoned stuff didn't get to flatten him.
And that method? Speed. Speed, precision, patience, and technique.
Ozpin drilled this into him, literally, by blitzing at him with his cane thingy until he didn't get his ass immediately beat. Which took a week all on it's own, and Jaune's still unable to last long against the man-
But he understood the concept well enough, and planned to put it in good use against the baffled Schnee he's descending down towards. Like a rocket, and comparatively faster than the Schnee ever was.
Her shock-and squawk-said it all.
"What are you?-"
She tried, but he came in, nearly boding her into the floor with a shield bash, right before she hopped back-
But then again, Jaune gave her no respite, coming down on her with a heavy vertical, followed by several side-to-side slashes she strained to weave away from. Not prepared for the footwork, especially after summoning such a bigass creature.
It's her own fault, though. The Schnee angst made her prematurely exhaust herself, which gave him good chance to once again lay a slash onto her from the side-
And yet, even as she stumbled into stance, almost tripping her high heels across the dirt, Weiss slid across that slash and held them. Looking at her ice demon in worry, and simultaneously at him with disdain.
She pushed their lock closer too. So much that he could see the way those eyes dilated, the absolute bafflement within them. An unsaid question on her tongue, probably about how the hell he's even doing this.
"Impossible…!" She muttered, and idly, he realized he was absolutely enlightened, a guru through and through.
"You stay right here! My knight must flatten you!-"
Too late for that, though, because Jaune's getting sick of this shit. And to prove it? Jaune made sure he looked her dead in the eyes, as his sword hand inched that little bit closer across-and below-her rapier's length.
"We're not doing this anymore, Weiss."
The knight was coming for him, he heard it, seeing the delight in Weiss's eyes at it's lumbering sprint. Her knuckles nearly bone-white on her hands, and face probably readying to scream her shrill head off.
"I'm ending this."
Yet he went unheard, as she pushed back against him, so that he'd met a quick end by the knight's hands. Her rapier failed to connect past Crocea Mor, however, and he took the momentary lapse in judgement to bat the blade to the side.
Lost in her own little world, Weiss didn't notice this maneuver in quite the right time, and neither did she get to react with anything other then freeze-framed surprise.
He imagined many things, just then, as the whoosh of the knight's broadsword came down at his back. The kinds of things any average Deputy Headmaster thinks, when their own subordinate willingly attempts their murder on a whim.
You know, the why and how's.
The thing's he's seen in other fights, the fact Weiss definitely thinks vegan ice cream is the reason Velvet came back from Vale unconscious. The fun things that make this weird moment on his quest to waifu seduction tolerable and fun.
Above that, though, is the memory of Ozpin's...green, semblance...thingy?
Yeah, he's figuring as much.
It enhanced the man in ways Jaune could barely understand, coincidentally making it a chore to not only spar with Ozpin, but to pick stuff up here and there without needing explanation right afterwards. When he's nothing but a dust-heap with a dirty suit.
Here, when everything needed to feel quick and precise, Jaune internalized that method-and or concept-his Headmaster has impressed upon him.
So with this knowledge in mind; Jaune acted efficiently to end this whole shebang accordingly, short and long term.
He slipped in her guard-fast, precise-and slammed his forehead into hers, with violent amounts of his white-gold Aura tracing along for the ride. It dulled the pain of contact, even fizzling prettily on her face for a few seconds afterwards.
Confused, dazed, hurt, and still fucking blushing, Weiss held her head in agony. Eyes shut tight, her hands squeezed over them for any sort of comfort, oblivious to the danger they're both liable to get squashed by.
No, the only thing she cared for was herself, and she cried out as such.
"Ow!" She screeched, Aura crackling at the thuddy red-much bigger and redder than when he flicked her-on her forehad. "You absolute fiend-"
Once again, Jaune ain't having this. The principle of 'talk shit, get hit' was a treasured commodity which he needed to properly respect women.
So he continued with phase two of the plan, and grabbed the weakened girl by the tucked-in shoulders. It shocked her enough to meet his eyes in a painful stupor-as watery as her own looked, geez-and he used that to his advantage.
The sword landed it's apex towards them, an apex Jaune's reflexes got him and panicky Schnee outta the way of, right on time.
He didn't break that eye contact either; not even for the shockwave in the sword's wake, which blew both their heads of hair outta wack.
He saw that conflicted-and shuddering-look the entire time, and gave a big Arc grin.
"Cover your head."
She would've screamed her confusion at him, yet he stopped that dead in the ice-waters, as he yoot this bitch off her feet and right towards the ice demon's sword,
A bulky blade that, currently, remained buried several feet down in the soil. Perfect for being the 'rock' in a Schnee place he really could've used a long, long time ago.
As a result of this, Weiss's screams came not from his cryptic advice, but the huge slab of soul-metal he flung her face first at.
And scream she did, until her face CLANG'd against the heavy surface, ping-ponging her a few feet off-and over-him in result. Landing tummy first onto the ground for several painful durations of time, as her body went rag doll.
It ended at the otherside of the center-field, with her bruised and dirty body curled up atop the dirt.
Crackly frost Aura just about depleted, and Ice demon already fizzing away in her lack of power or focus. Leaving her nothing but the sweat on her brow, and just recently chipped high heels sorta on her feet.
Also sorta all over the ground in little rocky piles, but hey!
If it motherfuckin' fits, yeah?
Weiss's groans of misery caught his ears, and he shrugged.
"Guess it does, Snow Angel." He mused, walking over to her prone rutt, wistful smile on his face. "Guess it does…"
When he hovered over her, Weiss didn't move, or react with anything other than muffled groaning into the ground. The action almost made him sympathetic of the prissy bitch's plight, as she was a subordinate in the great overthrow of Ozpin, which is still in the process-
But her angry pride is to blame here, which means this Snow Angel brought the painful blow on herself, deserving every ping-pong of misery her rebellion got her.
A principle equally true to all people, with or without a cock and balls in between their legs.
So he leaned over the prone Schnee, grabbing a gentle handful of dress on her shoulders, and then began turning her around to him.
"Do you see why I do this, Weiss?"
He had to stress this last bit, especially for when she sees him, tired out as she was.
"I don't want to hurt you, but you literally need friendship beaten through your goddamn skull before-"
…
…
…
She's blushing. But…
Jaune blinked, as her legs-from under him, as he's basically holding her by the scruff of the neck now-crossed over each other.
Rubbing and rubbing and rubbing. Pale flesh getting that dirt not beaten onto it, but-like he's saying-schmoozed on by tender touchies.
It went in tandem with the breathy pants coming out her throat, and damn near salivating atop his hand gripped under her dirty chin. The sound was muffled by the sheer breathiness itself, yet he heard it not only from ear, but from the soul.
This sound, and look-
Her eyes were wide, staring at him again, with a dying spark of resistance in them. Evidenced by the grabby hands digging their uproar at his own, relentlessly-yet weakly-attempting to free herself from his clutches.
Yet, those sounds ands looks were unique to say the least-
"Bastard." She whispered, face grimacing, and heavy trail of saliva dripping down the side of her jawline past the chin and right onto his hand, again. "Bastard Arc, how dare you treat me this way?"
"...What…?"
More struggling from down below, and even more concern worry, those tiny chicken legs she kept under that combat skirt suddenly curled together, perfectly in time with the throaty-yes, he's not shitting himself here-groan she grounded out to him.
Her chest increased it's bulging pitch for air, apparently fueling her enough to put that teeny tiny extra strain on his hold. Digging those nails deep into the knuckles of his fist, scraping against his bubbly Aura protecting it almost immediately.
She whispered something, he frowned.
"I'm sorry." He muttered, pulling their faces closer, the action jolting her entire body into a curl faced his way. Eyes forced to stare blearily into his own, surely seeing his confusion there. "Could you say that again?"
"..."
Weiss opened her mouth for a sweaty and breathy second, paused in her ministrations, then gained that courage fully. Eyes hardening in challenge, dulled pain, and…lust. Lots of it, too.
What the actual fuck?-
"You've had your fun, sir." She spat, literally, the spit wad going down his face and underneath his undershirt. "But I'm not done. I'm a Schnee that won't go down lightly, I was born to take punishment like a champion."
Her face leaned even more, shoulders off the floor and in his guard, an expression of what he'd best describe as 'pleasured fury' there, and in those eyes.
"Yet that? That's all you've at your disposal, Bastard Arc?" She hissed, lowly, yet deeply. "How dare you! How dare you discount my name and blood, thinking yourself a worthy man…"
...Uhhhhhh-
"Do it." She licked her lips, shuddering in fucking excitement. "Hit me, hit me again. See if you can do it better than Daddy. Rip me to shreds in ways that Belladonna whore could only dream of!"
He blinked, not sure if he was liking where this was going. Especially since, ya know, according to all the stuff he's heard about Blake, she was the crazy one. The kind of girl who'd like punishment, a masochistic person through and through-
Then he realized, as her breath grew that confident high-note to it, that they might both be irrational pain-junkies. Who noticed their inner similarities from the very beginning, which resulted in them being at odds from the get-go.
One Faunus terrorist with far too primal an attitude underneath, and one Schnee princess with unhealthily built up reverses of pain and bitterness underneath. Both like pain, making him hella confused, and anything not related to each other.
A match he'd say was made in The Heavens, but then again, Sun's told him before: Blake didn't really have that, more an ancient ancestry of animal people doing cool stuff than anything.
This mindfucked him in ways he'd rather have been actually fucked into him, and-
Oh shit.
Jaune felt his eyes widen, and goals seem ever so slightly more attainable. For Weiss's masochism slinked around him like the world's slipperiest snake, tugging at both at his sleeve and aspirations.
She's meaning business now, her face shakily inches from his own, lips puckered for an angry whisper, eyes sharing that same anger.
"You've always said you're a man, and deserving to lead, yes?" Those puckered lips were licked, and the mouth-hole accompanied with it shuddered out a breathy moan. "Fine, prove it. You're always asking to talk, to settle this like adults and men...but I want more."
Another breath, another moan. "I want to know; without a shadow of a doubt, that the man whose potentially leading us to greatness is both powerful in the mind…" a hand stopped clawing at him, choosing to then rake at his suited chest. "...and in the body."
He grabbed that hand, raising a brow.
"But didn't you say that-"
She shushed him, laying that finger atop his lips, frowning her disapproval.
"Do not listen to what I say, especially in the company of others." Those lips were close, man, holy shit. "Listen to what I want, boy. Listen to that, and give it to me. You're not a man if you don't, is that clear?"
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…
…
Jaune looked up to the ceiling, a question in his eyes and heart-
Yet, he froze, as in that moment? Jaune realized yes, this was exactly what he asked for.
He wanted to collect all the waifus, to rise above the expectations his skeletal personification thought he'd never be rid of. An ancient feeling of subverting expectations, and making yourself better and better.
Was that this though? Should he bother with this woman, who obviously had issues with lying to herself and others? Does Jaune need a lil' bit of Schnee sass in his life, and will it make him happier?
Jaune glanced back down at his opponent, whose eyes never left his head, regardless of if he turned away or not. Those eyes demanded answer to her questions, an informative to all this weird-ass angst she decided is fine for resoleutly fucking him over.
No second-hand consideration: just power, charisma, and the fact he was a leader with influence.
It's...fucking crazy man, this isn't how women work, right?
…
Jaune noticed her breath hitch, and hand raised up to his face, holding it tightly, anrigly. Now resorting to the physical so she got her way. Yet all the eager for his answer.
And, the more he looked at that quiet desire, and anger means of getting there? Jaune grew comfortable with it, and even smiled at the crazy girl, despite that pit in his stomach telling him 'No, don't stick your dick in angry crazy masochist waifu!'
Which, uh, didn't go anywhere.
He's already lost in the sauce, now. Her body was hot and he's starting to see the soul gem forming on his gauntlet hand at his side. A dull-so far-ice blue, just itching to give him those Schnee power-up goodies, if he simply sticks his dick in angry crazy.
Pyrrha don't count, she didn't wanna be choked out or something.
So...with that said…?
Jaune gave up on trying to understand women, and instead focused on pleasuring the one he just beat up.
Again. Lesson learned, man. Lesson learned.
Weiss didn't hear this internal turmoil though, and gave him her most affronted look.
"...Do you not understand, Jaune?" The whisper was pushy, yet a little bit realer than the blind anger from before. She was uncertain. "Have you truly given up on your-"
That train of thought didn't get to continue, though, as instead of wasting time? Jaune leaned a little bit farther in. Tasting those pale lips against his, and keeping her there whilst he hunched over for extra maneuverability.
Like a 'man', and like an effective Waifu Collector would do.
A fluid balance, as all things should be.
Alrighty! We're back everyone!
So, he's some things to note:
*Yes, next chapter is gonna have the sexy times in it.
*Last chapter basically mapped out the plot for the foreseeable, which will now let me have Jaune focus on seducing the rest of the waifus, or as many as possible until the party
* I figured that, if anything, it'd be pretty fitting to have both Blake and Weiss be equally unstable in different ways. Hence the masochism, and hence the blatant hypocrisy and conflict of interest. Weiss's mind was telling her no, but her body eventually encouraged her to say yeah.
*Im gonna try to make chapters be from the 8-10k range, as I can't being super wordy anymore. Ive got school and all the priorities that entails. Actual english papers included.
*Also, side note: remember when I made that genetically engineered catgirl joke in chapter one? Yeah, i'm actually doing that now, I shit you not. Check my profile if you're interested.
Anyways, thanks for reading, take care.
