Another RWBY AU, with a little slice of life and high school drama to go with it.
Early morning, in the days following the end of summer vacation, students from the city of Vale flooded the transit centers for their daily commutes to school. For an industrial and commercial city, there were a few urban districts that gave the city a more peaceful appearance. Some urban districts, however, were not entirely for families, for the high regarded schools in Vale captured students from all over Remnant. Housing complexes and school dorms were established to allow foreign students to come and study in Vale. The two highest regarded schools were Beacon and Brigadier's Common, what separates the two is the intense militaristic policy enforced at Brigadier's Common. From both schools came great individuals, but an unspoken rivalry keeps the two at odds, and students on a constant state of prideful boastings.
For one individual, who has experienced the training methods in Brigadier's Common, rises today with peace in mind that the clothing he would dress in would no longer be the white and teal striped blazer hanging idly by his closet. It wasn't so much the type of uniform or colors that bothered him, but rather, what the former uniform forced him to remember. As a student of said military academy, the boy was well above his peers in academics, physically, however; average was perhaps the best word to describe him. As he arose from his bed, he glanced to his former uniform with the sun's beam bouncing brightly off his name tag; Jaune Arc. A name that once brought honor to his family, but now his very sight gave his father a disgusted expression. For an Arc not to graduate from Brigadier's Common was an idea unimaginable to the patriarch of the Arc household. His last words to him were perhaps the kindest mercy his father could give him, for a man to place his pride above his own kin showed just how much the two differed from one another, even to the very end.
After relishing in the memories of his past, the blonde redressed himself. Beacon's uniforms weren't exactly unique compared to Brigadier's Common; Black and Gold Blazers with black pants for the boys and similar Blazers with crimson skirts for the girls. Once dressed, the blonde grabbed his bag and began his new morning walk. Living in a complex meant a closer walking distance to school and a roof over his head. As far as he knew, only three others in the complex go to Beacon. Two older tenants worked in a club in the city, and up until now, he was the only who went to Brigadier's Common. As he was to leave the complex's gate, the blonde was greeted by a shy, but smiling acquaintance. Her smile was only apparent after she noticed his change in attire. She wore the Beacon uniform for girls, her ears twitched upon seeing a rumor actually having some truth behind it.
"G-good morning, Jaune." She chirped happily.
"Morning, Velvet." Sleep well?" Jaune's expression didn't change much, though he was rather glad to see her actually wake up on time for once.
She nodded, though, the two stood by the doorway in complete silence. Velvet twiddled her thumbs while a faint blush could be seen on her cheeks. After a while she began mumbling to herself. Thus confusing and worrying the blonde, Jaune placed his hand on her forehead. The sudden event grew an even darker blush now engulfing Velvet's cheeks.
"You didn't pull an all-nighter again, did you? I know new games are coming out this month, but you should think about your health. You need your sleep, Velv." The blonde acted as if he was an older brother, and at times, they were mistaken for siblings. Velvet wasn't exactly social, nor did she enjoy going out much, but when it came to games, it was as if a whole other person took over. At first glance she seemed like the shy type, but if anyone knew her the way Jaune did, they'd know this girl was not someone to mess with when it came to challenges by games. When she admitted to pulling an all-nighter, the blonde just sighed and faintly smiled.
"So what game was it this time?"
"G-g-Grimm S-s-s-Souls 3." She responded, for some reason unable to respond.
"Wow, I heard that game creates ragers." The blonde removed his hand from her forehead, just in time to see a sudden sparkle in her eyes
"Yep, and I only died ten times on the first boss!" Velvet declared proudly.
'Is that something to be proud about, though?' Jaune wondered, though refrained from saying it aloud.
"Just kiss already!" The two students by the gate were now deep in embarrassment as they turned to where the sound originated from. Unsurprisingly, their complex's manager was sitting just outside her room with an empty bottle in her hand. "Damn you youths, so inocent n pure..." She was drunk, again.
Seeing her in this state wasn't anything out of the ordinary, though, if she kept being this loud, she'd wake up the twins, and if that happened; it'd be a mess no one could contain.
"Ms. Falls, you really shouldn't drink so early in the morning." Jaune commented while helping the intoxicated woman back inside her house. The manner in which she was dressed gave an implication of what she was doing the night before. Now it wasn't a matter of what, but rather, who?
"So who was it this time; the two-timer, or the three-timer?" Jaune asked.
"They have names!" Cinder argued.
"What about the one who turned out to be a gir-" Velvet added.
"Okay, I get it!" For the woman, it was sad that her own tenants knew her love life well. Though, that last one was only known between these two kids, and that was better than the twins discovering. "Damn you nosy kids." She mumbled as Jaune placed her down in her living room. The whole place was a mess, cloths and undergarments mixed with takeout boxes. The stench was terrible, but the reeking alcohol emitting from the woman Jaune was carrying was more unbearable than the untended mess. Her dress was slipping off, and her eyes seemed too hazy to pay much attention to her surroundings. Carefully, the blonde fixed the woman's dress, laid her down and walked into her kitchen.
As Velvet tried to attend to her manager, the woman suddenly shot up, startling the young Faunus.
"Oi! Why ain't chu all flustered about bein in a lady's home? You should be all 'oh man, she's so hot!' Or 'I wanna steal 'er panties!' or something. I mean c'mon, I didn't loosen my dress for nothing!" Cinder hollered. Though, the blonde continued to ignore her while he prepared something in the kitchen. Thus, further angering the woman. "What's with you boys nowadays? Is bunny-girl here more your type? If that's the case, I can dress like a bunny too. Plus my boobs are bigger, and I have experience." She cooed while pointing to a flustering Velvet. When Jaune exited the kitchen, he still ignored her rambling and placed a hot cup of coffee on the table in front of her.
"Black and bitter; just how you like it. Please try to sober up; I'll come by after school to help clean this mess." He then grabbed his bag and gestured Velvet to join him. Before getting the chance to leave...
"Jaune..." Cinder reached for the blonde and kept a firm lock on his neck. "Hurry up and turn eighteen already! I'm gettin tired of waiting!" This was what the blonde feared; Cinder's death grip, an inescapable move in which she used blind rage to keep air from circulating in and out. At the moment, the blonde was struggling to break free while his bunny friend tried to help, alas, to no avail. Even when trained in a military academy, he couldn't defeat a woman with this level of fury.
-After ten minutes of struggling-
On their walk to school, Jaune and Velvet took the main road to the campus, the blonde kept rubbing the reddened areas of his neck from his struggle with his manager. Hitting on him wasn't anything new, as a matter of fact, she tried to French-kiss Velvet once after a bad breakup she had. Why she was still the manager of their complex was beyond the blonde. But, in a way, it wasn't all bad; she did her job right at least.
"And then she says we're going to be late." Jaune muttered annoyingly. When he glanced to his companion, he noticed a widened grin on her lips. "You ok?" Receiving a nod as his only response, the two continued to walk with a spire in sight, Beacon's trademark. The amount of students on the road grew as the bell was about to sound for the first class. A few people looked at Jaune with various forms of confusion, mostly because he wore the third year's uniform and no third year had recollection of this blonde attending. It didn't bother him as much, though their opinions would probably sour when they found out where he attended beforehand.
The two continued to walk together until they reached the main office. "You gonna be okay? I mean, it's your first day." The bunny girl hoped her friend didn't have second thoughts about attending Beacon, though judging by his faint smile, he seemed content with coming here. "I'll be fine; the paperwork has been filed so it's official. Nothing I can do now, plus I'm not keen on all the paperwork signing either." He reassured her. Velvet bid her friend goodbye and left to class. She left with a wide smile on her face, something not everyone was used to seeing. Jaune faintly smiled, knowing full well the girl would end up sleeping in class because of her all-nighter. She'd complain about it later, and it wouldn't be only at the complex now. She'd go to him during their breaks and talk about how the teacher slammed a newspaper on her desk to wake her up. Sometimes it wasn't the desk that got punished either. Chuckling lightly to himself, Jaune entered the main office to meet with the headmaster.
At first glance, the man didn't seem at all special, but the blonde of all people knew better than to judge someone by their appearance. The man sipped on his mug of coffee and reviewed data on his scroll before addressing the blonde. And hand he did, his expression was lighter than when his former headmaster discovered the transfer transcripts.
"Jaune Arc, correct?" The headmaster asked.
"Yes, sir." The blonde replied, stiffly.
The headmaster chuckled lightly. "This isn't Brigadier's Common, mister Arc. A simple 'yes' will suffice. As of now I want you to understand that those who attend Beacon, unlike those of BC have a non-military future ahead of them. As a third year, I would advise you to look into a career that would best suit you, joining a club would also be a nice change of pace, if you're into that sort of thing. Now, rather than being subtle I'm just going to get right to the point; I am the headmaster of Beacon, you may refer to me as Professor Ozpin, and nothing more. The reason I asked for you to meet with me on your first day is to address the matter regarding your transfer. It is not something to look upon so lightly. After what occurred I would assume you-"
"I feel fine, Professor Ozpin. I've put it behind me." Jaune interrupted, unwilling to speak further of this subject. While the headmaster didn't tolerate such rudeness, taking into account this boy's recent transgressions it would make sense how little he wished to speak of it. Realizing the tone in which he used towards the headmaster, Jaune's faced paled. In a mere instance, he stood at attention. "F-forgive me, Professor. I meant no disrespect. I stand by for my punishment for showing such disrespect, sir."
Though, the headmaster was mostly surprised to see how deep of an impact Brigadier's training left in the boy, even now when he renounced his position in the school, his programming was still operating. At the moment, however, there were still matters the headmaster needed to settle. He brushed off the notion of punishment and began retrieving files from within his desk. "Fine, we'll speak of this another time. However, I must admit, you're the first student to actually transfer from Brigadier's Common, and that's not an exaggeration or assumption. As current records stand, you are the only student to have a transfer file that has you leaving BC."
"It's not something surprising, is it, sir? I mean, it's not exactly an impossibility." In all honesty, Jaune never heard of anyone from Brigadier's transferring. There were many who tried to get in, but few who actually got accepted. As for leaving the school, the only ones who did were those who were expelled after failing the yearly exam; in order to advance to the next year, students were required to take a joint mission that almost always ended with less than half of the participants passing. Those that didn't pass were either kept back another year, or expelled for lacking Brigadier material.
Ozpin held up a folder and reviewed its contents while giving off a running commentary. "Quite the file; in terms of physicality, you are relatively inadequate." His blunt words were without mercy. "And in all the training spent on you, there was hardly any progress on your marks." The headmaster's grin showed how much he was enjoying the reports written by boy's the instructors. "Although, in regards to how you use your head, you are quite exceptional. Your grades are perhaps your only redeeming quality, which surprises me considering BC's standards." Ozpin's words were followed by a condescending grin; he was obviously toying with the blonde boy. Though, truth be told, looking back on it, even he was mildly curious as to why Brigadier's Common made an exception when it came to his physicals. It couldn't have been just based on family connections.
"Of course we'll have much to talk on this subject another time. Classes have already begun, and I'm sure you're eager to meet your new peers. I'm sure you'll find them a bit more...shall we say 'expressive' than what you'll find in BC." The headmaster handed the boy a slip of paper with his classes and a boy's tracksuit. "Welcome to Beacon, mister Arc."
-Beacon, Third year class A-
Students were whispering loudly as the teacher had yet to start the lecture due to a transfer student arriving that same day, however, it would seem the student was late. His meeting with Ozpin was taking up too much of this class's time. When visible veins could be seen on the teacher's face, a few of the students in the front row began to worry of a possible break down. It happened before, and Goodwitch wasn't the type to go easy on passerbies either. The sound of knocking on the door silenced the whispers in an instant; the teacher stood up and waited at the front of the class as the transfer student walked in. The whole class kept their eyes on a stoic blonde as he made his way to the front. The manner in which he walked and stood showed some hints of uniformity, as if he was used to walking alongside a hundred others in unified motion. As he stood before his classmates, he glanced to the teacher whom was reviewing his file one last time. By the look on her face, she must've found out something that either she overlooked, or was left in the dark until now. The subtle shock in her expression failed to catch the attention of the students, though not the former military student.
After taking in the information, Glynda fixed her glasses and turned to the whole class. "Right then, please introduce yourself."
Almost if by instinct, Jaune stood straight and began. "Good morning, my name is Jaune Arc, ran-er..." His cutoff raised quite a few eyebrows, though he quickly recovered and finished his introduction. "I'm hoping there will be no problems between us." He bowed ever so slightly. Quite the introduction; short and simple. Before the teacher could assign him a seat, one student raised their hand and without waiting to be called upon asked a question.
"Wanna finish your sentence there; 'ran'?" The girl had short brown hair with a single long, light brown strand dangling idly by. She wasn't the only one to catch his little slip, though; he wasn't keen on branding himself by his former rank anymore.
"No." He answered stoically. Jaune had hoped to end it there, however, the unwavering smile of the girl with shades made him feel uneasy.
"Okay then, why not tell us which school you came from." She removed her shades to reveal dark brown eyes. When Jaune failed to reply, her smile seemed to fade in an instant. "Is talking not your strong suit, blondie?"
"Ms. Adel, that is enough and please remove your shades during while in class. There will be plenty of time for all of you to get acquainted after the lesson has ended. Mister Arc, take the seat behind Mister Lie. Raise your hand boy." From the left side of the class, beside the window, a boy with jet black hair and a single pink strand indicated where the blonde would sit. Calmly, Jaune walked towards his seat and ignored the various stares fixed on him. Especially the intense stare from the one named Adel. Ignoring her during a lecture was easy; she sat two seats to his right. Though, there were other methods to communicate without speaking. A traditional manner was thrown at him in the form of a folded piece of paper. Upon the paper landing on his desk, Jaune glanced around, only to have stares quickly break, all but one mind you. Strict moral codes aside, the blonde wasn't exactly the type to pass notes during class. He took the slip of paper and stuffed it in his blazer's pocket. He'd read it, just not now.
Of course, that is until another note landed on his desk. This one however wasn't folded, but rather, placed right-side up with only one simple sentence. 'Name's Coco, don't EVER call me Adel. K?' Right beside the question mark was a small heart. For some reason, the blonde felt like this was more of a threat than an informative. Again, Jaune stuffed the paper in his blazer and kept his focus on the lecture. After a few minutes, another piece of paper landed on his desk. By now, he was getting annoyed more than anything. As he reached for the slip, an angered palm slammed against his desk. Startling all but the transfer student of course. Though, the glare and false smile from his teacher did send a familiar chill down his spine.
"First day and we're already starting off on a bad foot, eh, mister Arc?" Goodwitch's eye twitched as she unfolded the slip of paper and read it aloud. "Why so serious, Mr. mysterious?" a small round of chuckles echoed in class. Glynda glanced to Coco, only she would actually write something like this, but without proof the girl sent it, she had one option to play. Her glare was then redirected back to Jaune. "See me after class." She then returned to her lecture. Jaune felt a small sense of anger, though on the bright side; the notes stopped. He didn't bother glancing to Coco, he knew just knew giving her any kind of attention would bring trouble his way.
Once the lesson ended, lunch began for all but one student. Jaune was currently keeping his eyes from making contact with his teacher. Their entire conversation was merely addressing the passing of notes, and Coco's tendencies to act immature at times. While she wanted to interrogate this former Brigadier student on the lessons taught at the controversial school, after hearing of a recent incident from BC, she assumed this boy transferred to Beacon because of said incident. After keeping him in for five minutes, she decided to let the blonde off with a warning. Upon exiting class, the blonde boy was greeted with the sassy brown-haired girl he had hoped to avoid. Her guiltless smile ticked him off, but before he could walk away a plastic-wrapped sandwich was shoved against his face.
"Sorry about getting you in trouble with Goodwitch." Her smile didn't fade, thus making it hard for Jaune to actually accept her apology. "Wanna have lunch with me?" She offered.
Jaune politely shoved the sandwich away from his face, and began walking past his classmate. "Thanks, but I'll have to decline." Without waiting for his classmate to make another offer or say another word, he walked away. Though, rather than walking towards the mess hall, Jaune decided to head towards the roof. Now he could see why the headmaster at Brigadier's compared students from the Common and Beacon all the time. While he couldn't deny that he missed the mature and no-nonsense attitude of his former school, at the very least the students here seemed to show more individuality. Still, his first day could've gone a bit better without that little incident with Adel. In some ways, she reminded Jaune of his younger sisters; mischievous and troublesome. Though, at this moment, he'd rather not be reminded of his kin. In all honesty, he was hoping to run into Velvet for lunch. Speaking of which…
"Jaune?" the blonde turned to the doorway where Velvet was standing with a lunchbox in hand. For once, a friendly face the boy was glad to see. However, he counted his blessings too quickly as another newcomer emerged with the bunny girl.
"Oh, you two know each other?" Coco popped out from the stairway, giving the blonde the impression that he was stricken with some sort of curse.
Given the situation, the three eventually settled down on the roof for lunch, Jaune avoided eye contact with Coco, while the latter did the complete opposite. Velvet was informed of their first interactions, which is to say it didn't start off on a good note. The blonde found Coco's curiosity annoying, while the brown-haired lass found him annoyingly curious. Their interactions showed no hostility, though it showed that Jaune had little to no interest in conversing with his classmate, which did little to deter her. As for Velvet, the blonde immediately took an opportunity to further avoid Adel and asked the bunny girl of how her classes went, and like he predicted; she fell asleep in class.
As the bunny girl rambled on about how she and her desk were smacked, Jaune showed a faint smile and even chuckled lightly when Velvet began pouting over his suggestions to ease up on her gaming time. This time, Coco felt like the third party. She watched as her friend and new classmate spoke as if they knew each other their entire lives, and maybe they did. If that was the case, then Velvet possibly knew a few things this blonde didn't give answers to. On a separate note, Coco was glad Velvet had more friends besides her; it put her mind at ease that she had more people to go to if the punks that've been harassing the poor thing lately try anything again. In a way, she didn't quite trust the blonde boy, mainly on the account that she knew very little of him. If Coco was to deal with anyone, first she asked around to gather as much Intel on the person as she could rather than going out and shooting blindly. But with this blonde; absolutely no one except Velvet knew him personally, he gave off no tells, showed no interest in anything besides his talks with Velvet, and, perhaps the best part of his mystery; no one but perhaps the faculty knew where this guy last attended. And why transfer? Did something happen at his last school, was he involved somehow?
As these questions swam in her mind, Coco failed to notice the blonde sneak away. She had hoped to speak to him a little more, seeing how she still knew nothing about him. By the time she realized the missing head, another issue came to mind.
"I just remembered. Velvet, I've got a report I was hoping you could help me with, mind if I come by your place after school?"
-After School-
Upon the ringing of the bells, school had ended for the day. And while many had club activities or took transit systems home, a certain group of three walked home in an awkward silence. Velvet walked in between Jaune and Coco, whom both seemed somewhat confused as to why the other was tagging along. While Coco and Velvet were friends, she still didn't tell her that both she and the blonde lived in the same complex. The idea might've led to misunderstandings and unwanted attention. Sensing a great opportunity, Coco slipped past her friend and was now in between Velvet and Jaune. Hoping to make up for their first introduction, Coco went for softball questions.
"So, Jaune, got any hobbies?"
"No."
"Ok then. What about movies; scary, comedy, a little mix of both?"
"No."
How was it that Velvet could speak to him without getting the cold shoulder? Or perhaps a better question is how did Velvet first deal with him? Jaune was stuck-up, strict, odd, and probably found anything fun to be annoying. While she was closer to the truth than she knew, Coco wondered why the blonde even bothered speaking to her, let alone give her the time of day if he actually found her to be annoying. Which in fact was a question said blonde was currently pondering.
"What about spicy food? I know a restaurant that serves some real fire-starters." She kept on going, thinking eventually she'd get a proper, human, response.
He just couldn't piece it together; why was she still trying? Most people would've given up or just start to hate him. Were all his peers going to be like her? If only to humor her for a short time, Jaune responded. "…not really a fan, but I'd be willing to try It." And for a few seconds, Coco was silent, she finally got her human response, and it didn't feel condescending. For most of the way home she kept asking him questions, though, he only gave short replies. Simple, short, and clear responses where what she got, still, it was better than getting the cold shoulder. At times, though, she did get a bit too close for comfort. On the one hand, they did hold longer conversations than on the roof. Which for Velvet, was a good thing considering both of them were her friends and she hated choosing sides. As they reached the complex, Jaune gestured to the manager's room. "I'm gonna check on Ms. Falls."
"Okay, tell her I said hi." Velvet reminded him while she took Coco to her room. The brown-haired girl glanced around to the single floor complex and wondered if any more of their peers stayed here. Once the two were alone, the questions came pouring down, and all of them from the brown-haired girl. Like most of their visits, they'd mostly study or play a few games, only this time, one topic kept coming up. Knowing she'd have these questions, and understanding why the blonde wouldn't reveal anything, Velvet did her best to keep her friend's curiosity at bay, which proved to be a challenge itself.
"C'mon Velvet, you gotta give me something. I can't figure the guy out; I get too close and he finds me annoying. I talk; he ignores. As if one mute in my class wasn't enough." Coco rambled while lying down on the floor.
"Why are you so interested in him though? Velvet asked. "Do you like him?"
"Not on your life." She brushed off the idea with a careless smile. "It's just been really boring lately, and there's this vibe around him that really catches my interest."
"Maybe you're being too aggressive with your approach. He may not seem like it, but Jaune can be a fun person to get to know, he just needs to get to know you at his own pace." Velvet reassured, remembering how hard it was for her to even get the blonde's attention the first time they met. Although, recalling past their past interactions, he was always more open when their manager was around. Jaune and Falls knew each other long before the bunny girl came into the picture, at the same time, she didn't really know how close they were.
-Meanwhile-
While Velvet was busy with her guest, Jaune was treated to quite the surprise; his manager actually managed to clean up most of her room, however, at the present moment she was drunk and watching some kind of wives' drama. In fact, she was completely unaware of the blonde boy's presence until he made himself known. She was in black, laced underwear, even with the presence of the boy she remained firm, not even bothering to cover up.
"So, how was your day?" She asked nonchalantly while offering the boy a beer can.
"…eventful." He refused and sat beside her, ignoring the excess skin exposure with nary a fluster or blush for the woman to play on. Which, to be fair, was something she'd normally be bothered by, if the boy was, in a broad meaning of the word, 'normal'. Aside from those in the complex who actually spoke to the blonde, Cinder knew the rigorous training the blonde was put through in Brigadier's Common. But for him in particular, coming from his family line, military academies were basically all that he knew. Families like his were the reason Cinder preferred her current position; away from military governments and living on her own accord. In a way, she empathized with Jaune's current situation, though, she showed very little of it. The two were alike in few ways, but greatly different. Growing up as a soldier there were four things the boy had engraved in his head; honor, valor, duty, and, above all else, loyalty. On the other hand, recent events crumbled the very foundation of the ethics he was raised with.
"What about you? Did two-timer call back? Or was it three-timer?" Jaune asked. He could feel a depressing aura thickening the air. Upon glancing towards the complex manager, the woman had a gloom cloud hovering over her head.
"You know they have names, right?" her tone was devoid of emotion, as was her face. "…and it was Roman this time."
"Oh, so it was the two-timer." Jaune commented while keeping his attention on the show.
"Could you please not give my exes nicknames?"
Twenty minutes into the show, the blonde showed visible signs of boredom and arose. He walked past Falls and into the now clean kitchen. For some reason, tv shows of any kind never seemed to catch his interest. Rather, he preferred reading and comics. Granted, Cinder was relieved that he had a childish interest in comic book fables; she still couldn't help but wonder if he should go out more from time to time. By force, if necessary.
"I'm gonna make dinner." He informed the woman while searching through her fridge for ingredients.
Although, she couldn't deny how much she enjoyed his homemade meals, so, perhaps it was better if he chose to spend his time here. For the most part, things were slow and peaceful now, and Jaune didn't seem show any indications that he hated his first day, so maybe things as they were now are for the better. When she thought of what he went through before deciding to transfer to Beacon, it almost made her think about returning home. As she watched the blonde cook, she wondered if it was best to tell him that she called earlier. Would he still want to talk to her, or will he reject her as she did to him? Regardless, it would have to wait as she felt an unnerving pain growing in her head just before…
The door slammed open with an annoying voice further boosting the manager's headache.
"Yo! We're here for dinner!" In walked two girls, identical in all but their clothing styles and hair length. The voice belonged to the eldest of the twins, Melanie. Behind her was her younger sister, Miltiades. The two stopped in their tracks when they noticed Falls with an angered glare.
"I have no problem with your sister, but you…" her venom was directed to the eldest of the twins. "…why are you here?"
Almost instantly, the genuine smile on Melanie's face was replaced with a false smile. "Oh, what's with the attitude Ms. Manager; did you get stood up again? Not surprising, but I wonder who it was this time." Her condescending tone was continuously driving Cinder up the wall.
"Two-timer." Jaune commented from the kitchen.
"Oh, so Roman." Melanie replied in a deadpanned manner.
"The bottom of the barrel." Miltiades added.
Almost as if defeated, Cinder slumped over her coffee table. To think her love life could be so easily identified and teased by these teenagers. She couldn't deny that having them stop by made her day just a bit brighter, disregarding the older Malachite of course. It was one thing for the blonde and bunny girl to use those nicknames, but the twins too? All that was left were for the other three tenants to arrive. Which shouldn't take long now, after all, they did this every night. The seven of them would gather at Cinder's room and they'd eat dinner together, despite the tensions between a certain few.
While the twins spoke with the blonde in the kitchen, their manager gazed at the three and analyzed the tenants she housed in her complex; an odd bunch to say the least. Six rooms; four students for Beacon, twins that get on her nerves but pay the rent on time, and an empty room still up for rent. Cinder closed her eyes and mumbled softly to herself. "Meh, it could be worse."
Hey guys, thanks for taking the time to read this new story of mine. Now before we proceed further, allow me to point out a few things; first, Jaune, in this story will act dark and distant at times, and the reason will be explained later. Second; this was originally intended to be only a 'slice of life' type of AU, and it'll still hold on to that element for a little while. I have decided on a pairing but I'm going to build on the plot and develop characters first so please be patient. Third; there won't be any Grimm or aura in this AU, nothing supernatural. And lastly, certain characters are still alive, despite them being branded dead in the series so; yea Pyrrha and Penny are kickin.
Anyways, thank you for reading, until next time!