Hey everybody, back again for another installment for this story! Before I begin there are a few things I just want to say: one; a lot of you seem to like "A Piece of Me" so I'd be interested in co-writing a full-on story for it, giving it the time it deserves, and second; if you follow my other story "War!" then I'd like to say that the poll is up and it will be the only one I use to count the votes for pairings.

Thanks again guys. Also, if you sent in ideas, I'm currently working on them so consider this a small filler if you will.

Enjoy!

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Her Majesty's Bodyguard:

Jaune was never fully trained by his family, nor was he allowed to go to combat school. Instead his father, using some of his connections, got Jaune a new job that will train him in every aspect of life: the personal butler and bodyguard of Weiss Schnee, Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company.

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"Jaune! Jaune where are you!?" shrieked a shrill voice from within the confines of a large and imposing gothic-style manor. Jaune sighed as he finished buttoning his vest, why his charge insisted on being so belligerent was beyond him. He finished getting into his work clothes and strapped his sword to his side, taking a deep breath, he excited his small room in the servant's wing and followed the voice.

He ended up behind the open door of his charge, one Weiss Schnee, and, even the though the door was wide open, he knocked tentatively. Inside the room was Weiss herself, the ice queen of the Schnee family, finishing up her makeup while huffing indignantly to herself. When she heard him knock he whirled around with an annoyed expression on her face and proceeded to chew him out.

"Why can't you be here on time? You're my butler aren't you? You should be awake 30 minutes, no, an hour before I am you dolt!" she barked at him, a less experienced man might have felt the need to snip something back at the little brat but Jaune just shook his head, far too used to that kind of treatment.

"Apologies Miss Schnee, but Klein made it very clear to me that I was to sleep a little extra after our previous day's exhaustion." he said graciously, Weiss simply huffed and turned back around.

"Do my hair, I must look my best for today." Jaune sighed once more, a reflex at this point, and walked over to her and proceeded to do as she ordered. The day would be a long one indeed; the Schnee family was putting together a charity fundraiser for underpaid schools in Atlas, there'd be a who's-who's of people from all across Remnant there, which, in layman's terms, meant that everything must be perfect.

You see, Jaune had been employed as a servant of the Schnee family for a little over 3 years now. He had been brought to the manor at 15 and had stayed there to be trained and to serve the Schnees as a sort of conditioning for his dream of entering a Huntsman school, specifically Beacon Academy. The deal his father made was this: Jaune would cater to and protect Weiss, and by extension her older sister as well as Mr and Mrs Schnee, in exchange for training in dust usage, educational skills, combat conditioning, and a personal letter of recommendation from Jacques Schnee himself.

Jaune's eyes crinkled into a lipless smile as he remembered the hell of trying to cater to Weiss's needs for the first couple months. The girl, for her talent and upbringing, could be a surprising handful thanks to her arrogant personality, no doubt inherited from her father, and need to be perfect. Sometimes, he felt so bad for the little girl; her family used her and Winter like tools to get a better standing in life and, intentional or not, deprived them of everything a child should have: loving parents, the chance to get hurt, to grow on their own, and, most importantly, to be children.

He finished tying her hair into an asymmetrical pony tail and left as she finished putting on her new white dress, outfitted for both combat and high-class style it was expected to be her outfit for her combat school (if that argument ever was won on Weiss's side). He waited outside her room for her to come out, and in fifteen minutes, she came out looking as prim and proper as ever.

"Jaune, the schedule."

"Of course: breakfast begins in 9 minutes, the guests arrive in 2 hours leaving time for some studying and cleanup, drinks and heure d'oeuvres 20 minutes after, you father's speech 30 minutes afterward, and then mingling with the party guests until 6." he spoke cordially and professionally, she didn't thank him or even react that much except for a little "hmph" sound. They arrived at the grand dining hall in the mansion to find her family already there, Klein giving Mr. Schnee his daily coffee -black- and a jinseng tea -all the way from Eastern Mistral- to Mrs. Schnee. Whitley, Weiss's younger brother, sat there with his hands clasped as he awaited breakfast to be served.

"Jaune, have you informed Weiss of today's schedule." Mr. Schnee asked, eyes not looking up to regard him.

"Of course sir, she has been properly informed and is prepared as such." Mr. Schnee slightly nodded and turned back to his paper.

"Jaune, what is today's breakfast?" Whitley spoke up from the table as Weiss went to sit down next to him, Mrs. Schnee flashed a glance at her son but thought better than to say anything.

"Crepes sir, banana and strawberry for today." Jaune smiled as he and Klein prepared to enter the kitchen, and he could almost swear a saw a collective tug at the lips from all the occupants at the table.

Jaune worked hard and fast to serve them their food and came out with a full platter of hot crepes, strawberry syrup oozing slowly and bananas adorning the top of it. He served them their plates with practiced carefulness and made sure to leave the cream for Whitley and Mrs. Schnee. They ate in perpetual silence, a far cry from his family's morning breakfasts, and he couldn't help but feel an ache in chest; both from being homesick and the realization that both Whitley and Weiss missed out on such trivial, but comforting, things.

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4 hours later...

The party was in full swing with many guess going for their third or fourth round of martinis and enjoying the orchestra that was playing. They mingled and talked with the calculated politeness common among rich folk, Jaune could never get into it with all the high-waisted coats and expensive perfume. After spending so long in such a soft and sleek world, he would not have minded from a somewhat grittier person to enter into his life.

He shook his head clear of the thoughts, loosely following Weiss -and by extension, Whitley- around the party to make sure she was ok. He wasn't just her butler, but also her bodyguard y'know.

He wore his usual black dress coat, white dress shirt, grey vest, and red tie alongside matching black slacks and shoes as he ghosted around the fellow guests. Something felt off, beneath the murmuring voices of the party guests he could feel a certain intensity. He mentally sighed, if something could just not go wrong tonight he would be much more secure in his belief of a higher power, but alas, he tempted fate and everyone knows how that goes.

30 minutes late and still no signs of that quiet energy disappearing. He rested a hand near his trusty cutlass, Goldmine, and scanned the crowd for anything, but yet he found nothing out of place. No suspicious persons, no threatening message, no unaccounted for variable just that feeling of a powder keg about to go off.

His hand pulled on his walkie-talkie and he put his lips close to it. "West Wing check in this Arc... West Wing, West Wing check in this is Arc"

"... Sir, this -ugh, Art checking in." Jaune put down the walkie-talkie and made his way with haste over to Weiss who was lazily engaging in conversation with some other rich young men.

When he got close he whispered into her ear. "The party's been compromised, don't panic we're leaving." Weiss, to her credit, did not react but just politely smiled and excused herself for a moment.

They walked briskly over to Mr and Mrs Schnee, including Whitley, and Jaune leaned in once more. "Sir, the part's been compromised, we need to evacuate I've lost contact with the West Wing."

Mr. Schnee nodded grimly and excused himself and his family, they left through the double doors as Jaune alerted the remaining guards and got the silent alarm activated to send in reinforcements.

"Art was taken down by an unknown assailant, whoever picked up the call was trying -poorly- to impersonate him." Jaune explained as they moved down the hall near silently, near the end was a thick, metal door with two guards standing outside it. He nodded as they both prepared to open before disaster struck. The whole house lurched like it had been moved by some giants and an ear-splitting boom! came from upstairs. Seconds later, cries of terror and surprise erupted as the ambush was sprung.

Jaune shoved the family as quickly, and gently, as he could into the safe room before sending the two guards in as well, he would keep watch over the door. It came as no surprise when, minutes later, a small detachment of White-masked figures charged down the hall wielding basic swords and guns except for one near the back who must have been some kind of officer given her weapon: a pistol/tonfa weapon that used dual berettas at the grips. .

Jaune drew Goldmine, his dust cutlass, and thrust forward with the speed of a true bodyguard. The leading fang member was too surprised to dodged and found himself run through with the tip of his sword. The others were quick to react as they fired of a flurry of shots, all of which Jaune dodged as he exploded towards a deer faunus with another burst of speed.

This one was much more adept and used her dual berettas/tonfa to block the attack. Swirling them around she struck diagonally across Jaune's sword sending him back before barraging him with more shots. Jaune dodged and easily cut down two more fang members as they tried to take him by surprise.

Jaune could hear Atlesian forces breaking through the ambusher's small forces, with the Schnees out of reach there'd be no point in staying. Jaune clicked the red dust into its place on Goldmine before aiming it at the remaining 2 fang members who had been pushed to a standstill.

The one with the tonfas spoke up. "Who are you human attack dog?"

"My name is Jaune, and I'm but a humble butler." he slashed at them with as much force, sending a wall of fiery dust at them, effectively disintegrating the unfortunate one who didn't make it out in time, but, although minimally, he could of sworn that the officer had disappeared right before...