A/N: So, am I horrible for leaving this for so long? Yes. Am I the laziest son of a bitch this side of Remnant? Also yes. Do I care?
No, not really. I just work here. Also, I'm sorry to everyone who recognizes this song from certain memes. When I listened to it back in 2013, I never saw it becoming the GigaChad National Anthem.
Jane Arc's Yuri Harem
Summary: Jane Arc just wanted to go to Beacon and become a huntress. Becoming the object of every girl's desire was never part of the plan! Why did things have to be so complicated?
*Can You Feel My Heart?*
When Jane arrived on the dance floor with Emerald, she was aware of the flashing lights that came from the hastily built stage, nearly blinding her. They went well with the loud thumping music that could be heard through heavy doors; really all the prep team had done was convert the Grand Hall into a massive live performance for the Vytal Festival. Not that it was done poorly. In fact, the blonde would say that the hall actually looked quite nice. 'Are those smoke machines? Where the hell did they get their hands on those? It's not like you just find them lying in the middle of the road.'
Velvet, one of the members of Team CFVY, was checking people in as they entered the hall. The rabbit Faunus waved when Jane and Emerald signed up, giving her a friendly smile. "Hey! Glad to see you made it!"
"Wouldn't want to miss this for the world," Emerald said with a purr, arm around the blonde's waist. Jane let out a squeak as the other girl's nails gently scraped along her stomach, blushing a little. Shut up with the lame jokes; she was sensitive there.
The stage was really well done; lights along the top of it shone bright blue streams across the entire dance floor and a bunch of young men with various instruments were setting up for their live show. From the excitement buzzing in the hall, it seemed as though they were pretty well known.
"So, who's that supposed to be?" Jane asked, gesturing to the band.
"You haven't heard of them?" Emerald looked at her skeptically. "Band from Mistral called Touching the Sky. Deathcore, all a bunch of young guys."
"They as good as Argus Undead?"
"Oh yeah."
If they were as good as Argus Undead, Jane's favorite band, then they were definitely in for a hell of a show. Just how the hell did Ozpin manage to pay for all of this when he spent nearly forty percent of the school budget on coffee? And no, that wasn't a joke. The study rooms and student lounges were always kept stocked through means Ozpin had yet to share. Her money was on intense bribery or petty theft.
Seeing how he managed Beacon, the latter seemed most likely and that was a little worrying. Along with the knowledge granted to her as the Summer Maiden that Beacon was hiding an artifact from the time of the Brother Gods and keeping the wounded Fall Maiden in one of the safest vaults in the world.
Ozpin did tell her that the vault she could open was in Vacuo, containing the Sword of Destruction. However, thanks to the Vytal Festival it was impossible for her to go to the desert kingdom at the present time. Not that she was complaining as Emerald's hands settled on her waist and they took their positions on the dance floor. Custom dictated that team leaders representing the host school and their partners were the first allowed on the floor. Seemed a bit daft, but it was above her pay grade.
As everyone else started to come into the hall, the blonde knight could see her little fanclub all watching Emerald closely. No doubt they were wondering if the visitor was going to officially become part of Jane's not so subtle harem and were waiting to see what act she'd do besides dance.
The only one glaring was, to no surprise, Carla. Good God, how jealous could one get? It was just a dance, for fuck's sake. Woman was acting as if Jane shoved her tongue into her mouth. Though now that sounded tempting…
No, no! Bad brain! Behave goddammit. She was representing Beacon Academy and more importantly, Vale. Having a raunchy kiss with her date to the dance was bound to result in a harsh scolding from Glynda and the blonde maiden was in no mood to get her butt smacked by that damn riding crop. Again.
Yes she enjoyed it because before then she had yet to try any of the freaky, almost shameless shit that Raven boasted about. It was nice every once in awhile, but a weekly occurrence? No thanks. Jane quite liked being able to walk.
"Do you…know how to dance?" Emerald asked cautiously. "Because I definitely don't."
"Oh don't worry."Jane grinned. "I've got moves for days."
"Hey now, easy on the flirt."
"Who said I was flirting?"
Emerald didn't have a snappy comeback at the ready and the blonde tried to look pleased without being smug. "I win."
A few other teams joined them on the dance floor, everyone falling silent as the lights in the hall dimmed. The lead singer of the band performing raised a microphone to his lips, flipping his shoulder length black hair out of his face. Even in the dim light she could see the sweat beginning to pour down his face as he started to get hyped up for the performance, eventually talking quietly into the microphone. "Can you feel…my heart?"
Jane shivered as Emerald's hand wrapped around her, the sheer volume of the thumping music beginning as the singer screamed out into the hall. "ARE YOU READY!?"
"HERE WE FUCKING GO!"
Cinder snarled in anger when she saw Emerald dancing away with that damn blonde they bumped into a few weeks ago. She was supposed to get information that she was indeed the Summer Maiden like Cinder suspected, not hover her face close enough to kiss her. 'You traitorous little bitch! I'm going to kill her!'
Cinder stopped herself from igniting a fireball in her hand. If she were to attack now, she'd ruin Salem's entire plan on destroying Beacon and getting the Relic of Choice. No, she'd deal with Emerald later when Beacon was nothing more than a flaming ruin birthing more Grimm. Right now, she still had an important mission to oversee. Letting Ozpin know his efforts were in vain and his academy had been infiltrated required all of the staff to be dragged away from the CCT, and she wasn't going to get a better opportunity than this.
She could see the headmaster and General Ironwood sharing some small talk while everyone else in the hall danced away to a bunch of emo kids' music. Good grief they had no taste these days. Stupid hormonal young adults, always letting their angst drive them.
The agent of Salem slipped away into the shadows, fishing out a black mask that covered the top half of her face from her leather trousers. She fit it on in a hurry and broke into a sprint across the rooftops of the academy's dormitories, leaping over swiftly. She doubted they'd leave the CCT unguarded even during a formal event, but getting inside shouldn't be too difficult. Men were often swayed by a pretty face, something she'd definitely use to her advantage.
As she approached the CCT, she could see a few of Ironwood's soldiers patrolling the tower. They were armed with standard issue semi automatic dust rifles, nothing that she couldn't easily handle. Like all of the Tin Man's pets, they were too stiff and rigid. Too disciplined, too predictable. Typical Atlesian arrogance. It would lead to their downfall. Pathetic weak old men claiming to have their power for peace, but when all was said and done, war would break out across Remnant.
Not only that, but she would help turn Ozpin's own allies and friends against him. The old man would break from being betrayed by those he thought would never do so. The world would burn around him, Salem being the one victorious in their long and bitter feud.
She gracefully leapt down from the rooftops of the dormitories and snuck behind the two soldiers patrolling the entrance to the CCT. With a mere whisper of noise she formed twin daggers in her hands and slit their throats, leaving them to bleed out in a puddle of their own blood. One of them rolled onto his back, trying to get a good look at her, and Cinder smiled before sinking a dagger into his chest. 'Pathetic.'
The two blades vanished with a shatter of glass, leaving no evidence behind. No alerts sounded and all was well.
Pushing inside, she found the central room to be patrolled by four more of Ironwood's soldiers. Normally she could take the stealthy approach and just slip around them. This was to send a message after all, that it was too late for Ozpin to do anything to stop this round from being won. But she wasn't able to forget the fury that had filled her when she spotted Emerald fraternizing with the enemy.
Flame flickered at her fingertips and she squashed it. 'Get a hold of yourself. If you screw this up, Salem will make you suffer a fate worse than death.' She had seen what Salem could do to those who crossed her. Leo was a prime example. The witch had tortured him with her vile magic until he broke; now the headmaster of Haven Academy was so frightened of what she could do that he willingly betrayed Ozpin and gave them a ticket into the Vytal Festival.
Cinder focused her semblance and formed two scimitars, grasping each one firmly. The noise resulting from their formation had gotten the attention of one of the soldiers and he called out a warning to the rest. "Stop! Only authorized people are allowed in!"
Cinder grinned. This was too easy.
"I can't believe she went with her of all people!" Carla seethed. "What the actual fuck?"
"What, jealous or something?" Yang smirked.
"Oh fuck off. She only likes your tits."
"Do you want to throw hands right now, bitch?"
"Will you two please shut up and kiss?" Weiss groaned. "Dear god it's like idiots in stereo. And…wait, when did Raven join them?"
"Oh for…really Mom?" Yang groaned. "Is she really going to corrupt Emerald too?"
"Too late." Carla grimaced. "Look at her face. She's swooning. Jane, to no surprise, doesn't notice a damn thing."
Shocker.
"You're complaining about her being happy and dancing with someone," Weiss deadpanned. "You are unbelievable at times, I hope you know that." The heiress took a sip of the not-so-subtly spiked punch and blinked back the effects of alcohol. "You need to get laid."
Carla glared and didn't snap back with a snide remark. Seeing the mace wielder be at a loss for words for once was amazing. Weiss was definitely holding it over her head forever.
"You haven't slept with anyone either," Yang reminded.
"What, are you offering?" Weiss smirked. "How flattering."
The brawler turned a bright red and her mouth moved wordlessly, making her look like a complete dolt. The heiress tried very hard to look pleased without being a bit smug. It didn't work. "This might be the liquor talking, but you look like you need a kiss right now."
Yang regained her senses and took a big chug from her own spiked drink. "…how drunk are you?"
"A little. Not drunk enough to forget your ugly mug."
"That's it you little shit."
Yang shoved her drink right into Carla's hands, grabbed Weiss by the face, and kissed her. The heiress let out a muffled squawk and the busty blonde scooped her up by her backside, refusing to remove her lips from hers. Weiss's groan shot up to a squeal when her teammate grabbed her, turning a bit red.
Yang pulled away with a coy smile, wiping away. "You know, I'm surprised none of us ever thought of having a bit of fun with ourselves." She repositioned Weiss to make them both a little more comfortable. "What do you think? No one will notice if we slip away for twenty minutes or so."
Weiss glanced over at Jane. The blonde knight was sandwiched between Raven and Emerald. They'd keep busy for god knows how long. If the night didn't end a threesome, she'd be fuckin' amazed.
"Why not? Could use a bit more fun in my life." Weiss licked her lips.
Yang looked too happy to oblige.
Cinder sat down at one of the terminals, plugging her scroll into it. The screen came to life and her fingers flew over the keyboard as she uploaded the virus that Watts had designed. Ironwood's soldiers lay around the central control room, all of them dead.
"Uh, Cinder? We have a problem," Mercury warned.
'Of fucking course there is.' Cinder rolled her eyes and sighed. "Which one? We have a few."
"Raven Branwen is dancing with Emerald and the Summer Maiden. Also, General Ironwood is leaving the party. I guess the Tin Man's had enough fun for one night." Mercury chuckled. "Do you want us to intervene to buy time or are you all done?"
Cinder hit 'Enter' and the display of a black queen chess piece flashed on the screen of every terminal. "Nope. We're done here. They'll be scratching their heads long after our work is done."
She stood up, only to find the elevator door opening and revealing a young girl in a red dress carrying a scythe. The little mite she had come across before during one of Torchwood's failed robberies. Annoying little girl, but one who was of interest due to having silver eyes. Getting in the way once was a coincidence. Bad luck. Twice? This had to be on purpose. Did Ozpin seriously put his faith into a little girl who couldn't even walk in heels properly? The old fool had gone senile or was planning something of his own.
No matter. It was too late.
"Hey, you know it's not a masquerade party, right? So why don't you lose the mask?" the girl suggested, loading a bullet into her weapon. Cinder rolled her eyes and conjured a few shards of glass, summoning a wave of molten magic to fire at the intruder.
The girl blocked every one with her scythe. For a youngster she had potential; no wonder Ozpin wanted her on his side. The damage she could do to Salem's plans if molded into a weapon…
Cinder would have loved to put a sword right in her gut, but she was interrupted by the elevator opening again. Ironwood was here.
The half maiden immediately dove for the window while the general was distracted by seeing a student in an area she wasn't meant to be.
"…that could have gone a little smoother," Cinder admitted to herself as she slid down the roof, using her Aura to tank the fall. Still, the main objective was to let Ozpin know that it was too late for him. This would be brilliant to watch go down. Could be worse.
"Now…where the hell is that little bitch Emerald…?"
Bzzt bzzt. Ah, there was her scroll vibrating. A message for her.
Cinder opened her scroll to find herself even angrier than she was when she initially saw Emerald with the suspected Summer Maiden. Emerald in bed with her and Raven Branwen.
"YOU BITCH!"
A/N: *Classiest looks for 'Sorry'. Item not found*
Worth it. Very worth it.
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