So this chapter is longer than usual lol
Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY
Chapter 6: It's Just Baby Steps
The Ursa roared, releasing its final breath as it collapsed to the ground. Almost immediately, the creature misted and began to disintegrate. As the thick black smoke filtered, Beowolves and Boarbatusk were waiting in the brush. Enraged and feeding off of a distant fear, the creatures charged at the Arc, completely unaware of his abilities.
With a cry, Jaune brought his shield up, blocking a Beowolves claw in such a way, it slid across the broad piece, sparking. The creature was stumped, momentum crushed and left itself wide open. He cried out once more, swinging with might and power, the blade he wielded extended outward, melting through the beast's neck. Beheading it with ease, the Arc turned his attention to the rowdy Boarbatusk, three of them in total adding to the flanks of the Beowolves.
The first dashed towards him, spinning like a twister of death. Its bone protrusions and ivory tusks sang and beat against his impenetrable shield, barely able to break his stance. There was little to do in the situation, Jaune lunged forward, removing his shield at the perfect moment and skewered the overgrown Grimm. It squealed in agony before it too disappeared like the Ursa before.
He continued his actions, moving like water, fluid and dangerous. The Grimm stood no chance against his skills – over a decade's worth of combat was in his brain, feeding his movements and actions, reminding him of who he was and who he is. No more than five minutes had passed and over fifteen Beowolves, three Boarbatusk and a pair of Ursa had been dispatched.
"That was so much easier than the last time…" He sighed. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, a laugh escaped his lips. "Of course, the body glove wouldn't stop my face from sweating."
A howl echoed through the forest, snapping him from his musings. "Welp…I guess the Grimm want more."
He readied himself, Pyrrha's words echoing in his thoughts. Shield up; keep your grip tight and don't forget to keep your front foot forward.
From the forest, though; an Ursa burst through, howling, backing away in pain. It turned its head to face the knight but before it could react, a bronze spear lodged into its head through the base of its neck. It groaned out, hissing its final breath before it disassembled and faded into nothingness. In its wake, a woman wearing beautiful armor and a glimmering bronze tiara stood. A cheeky smirk was spread across her face.
"Well…" Pyrrha's eyes locked with his.
Jaune's own smile grew. "Looks like we're partners, Pyr."
The pair quickly went along through the forest, killing Grimm they encountered and avoiding any unnecessary twists and turns. As they continued through the Emerald Forest, nearing the north end, something began to bother him. Pyrrha's eyes were constantly planted on him, watching him as if a Grimm hatchling had merged with the back of his neck. Deciding he'd had enough, he turned to face her with a steady stare.
"Something's up. Why are you staring at me?"
Pyrrha had enough shame to look bashful. "Your Aura…where is it?"
Jaune froze for a moment. Damn it! How did I not get my aura unlocked already?!
With a sigh, he looked to Pyrrha. "My semblance activated without my aura. So, my father for some reason, sisters included, didn't even think about unlocking it. I guess I was too good to need it…"
"Nonsense!" Pyrrha walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and another on his cheek. "I can do it for you…"
"Are…are you sure?"
"Absolutely." She smiled. "Now…close your eyes and clear your mind. For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee."
Suddenly, the color of the world around him disappeared. Dull and monochrome, something within him exploded marvelously, echoing within his stomach to his heart. It beat against his soul, breaking down the barriers and walls, releasing the floodgates of his latent power. But something happened – something that didn't happen the first time around. Something actually touched his soul. It was so soft, caressing and loving. It was kind, pure and true.
It shook him to his core, shaking his body. Monochrome and hazy, the colors dulled further, blending into blacks and whites. But the feeling was still there. It sang a melodious tune, keeping the deepening lifelessness at bay. It wrapped around his soul, protecting it but did nothing to hinder it. As the thing engulfed his soul – the thing was immediately absorbed. Color rushed into his irides, processing every amazing sight, from greens and blues to pinks and yellows. Every block and shade of the spectrum rushed at him at once.
The balance he prided his older self for was lost. He stumbled away, shoving his blade into the dirt to keep himself upright. Sapphire orbs met emerald with terror and surprise. This didn't happen the last time. His eyes locked with hers feeling something beaming within him. His soul had every single emotion as the thing that touched his soul – tenfold. Everything was held bare for the man, its caressing nature and hope, brought a powerful warmth that fell upon his shoulders.
"Pyr…" He gasped out after a few minutes of silence. "W-What was that?"
The redheaded spartan looked no better. Giant beads of sweat had formed on her brow, slowly beginning to trickle against her cheeks. Pyrrha never sweat, never grew tired – this was new. This toll unlocking his aura had caused definitely didn't happen the last time. Taking a few moments to catch her breath, the woman finally faced the blond.
"I honestly don't know…" She responded with a frown. "I've never seen or heard of something like that happening…"
"Regardless, we should go…" He grabbed the woman along and trudged through the forest. "I think we'll figure this out later when we are out of the forest and at the abandoned temple."
"What do you think we'll find?"
"I don't know." He sighed, charging off through the great expanse of green. "But…"
Suddenly, ripping through the foliage, a girl with orange hair was riding on the back of an enraged Ursa. Barely able to keep up, Lie Ren was chasing after them. The girl shot off explosive shots into the beasts back, forcing it to heel beneath her indominable strength, sending shivers up and down his spine. The girl pulled its spines and spikes, treating the protrusions as reins, directing the creature along. Well, doing her best to lead it along. The Grimm stumbled and howled in an agony so great, Jaune could feel it himself too.
I am never messing with her again.
One month later…
Jaune smirked to himself, digging his teeth into an apple. In front of him, Yang Xiao Long sat, a deep glare on her face. The Arc could feel the heat slowly growing off her body, almost engulfing her entirely like an aura. Nevertheless, he didn't relent. Taking yet another bite of his apple to seal the deal.
"What is it, firecracker?" Jaune smirked. "Surprised or anything?"
"Not in the slightest." The woman ground through gritted teeth. "Say, Arc, wanna know something funny?"
"What might it be, pray tell?"
"I need a new punching bag – you look like the perfect candidate!" She roared with heat. Eyes slowly glowed red and hair started to glow with a flaming heat.
"Fun." He drawled. "I can do that too."
Almost immediately, his sapphire orbs bled to crimson and the shaggy blond hair ignited into a beautiful flame. The smirk he had didn't die and in fact only grew with each passing second. Yang relented almost immediately, her hair falling, calming down and her eyes returning to their original lilac color. With a sigh, she reached over and grabbed his oatmeal and shoved a spoonful into her mouth. She lost. "Now, now, Yang…it's not embarrassing to lose in a friendly spar. It happens to everyone eventually."
"What about P-Money?!" Yang sneered. "I still don't understand how you beat me!"
"Hello, again!"
"Pyr is a different rodeo altogether, my dear firecracker." Jaune laughed. "Don't hate me for being able to control my emotions in the middle of a fight."
Yang simply mimicked him in a cruel way, exaggerating her expressions. Of course, Jaune's laughter only added to her rage. Once more, she sighed violently, slamming her fist into the table. Lilac met sapphire – lighting brewing between the two. "I'm gonna be real with you for a moment. I didn't expect calling you beautiful would get such a reaction."
Almost immediately; her face went in heat. In the distance, Pyrrha's face glowered in silence. "How would you react if I called you handsome out of nowhere?!"
"Probably look at you weird." Jaune smirked. "Not turn into a stumbling mess and lose my footing."
"Psychological warfare is not fair."
"We're huntsmen with aura and semblances." Jaune deadpanned. "If anything, we're anything but fair."
"Don't twist my words here, lover boy." Yang hissed. A smirk grew on her face. "Oh well…I did lose…but you think I'm beautiful? No one has ever said that to me…well at least without eyeing my assets."
Jaune backed away as she leaned closer, chest nearly completely visible. He choked on his spit, words falling victim as well. Looking between Yang and the rest of her snickering team, his face grew red. "What's wrong, lady killer? All that courage in the sparring ring…was it just a one pump dump or have you been lying to me?"
"Oh, leave him alone, Yang!" Pyrrha shouted exasperatedly. "Look at him, you're breaking him!"
But he did something the blonde woman didn't expect. He leaned closer, lips barely an inch from hers. His gaze was steady, locking with her own eyes. "You're beautiful."
If it weren't for his aura, he probably wouldn't be healing from the vicious punch. "You, cheater!"
He gripped his face, laughing into the palm of his hand. Yang looked enraged but Jaune could see no anger in her eyes – she was trying to hide the smile she wore. "Hey Yang…don't you think our arguing is getting kinda…Grimm."
Silence.
"What…"
"Yang! Why the Long face?"
A ghost of a smile appeared on her face.
"What do you call a little red riding hood stuck in a boat?" Jaune wiggled his brows at the reddening blonde in front of him.
"Don't you dare!" Yang shot her hands to her mouth, doing everything she can to hide her growing smile.
"Ruby…Rows."
"STOP!" Yang's giggle could be heard, lacing the half-hearted command.
"You look perturbed, feeling…yangry?"
"I will murder you, Arc!" Yang's laughter was shaking the table. Everyone else, glared at the pair, grumbling and groaning at every word escaping his mouth. Even the stoic Lie Ren put a hand to his face to hide his disappointment.
"Weiss so serious?!" Jaune could swear he heard the Ice Queen groaning loudly in disgust. Nora made herself known crying out to any deity to make it stop.
"Hey!" A cry knocked him from his verbal bout. Blue eyes launched up to see something he never wanted to see. A cold feeling fells upon the table.
Clenching his fists, he even managed to bend his eating utensils, catching everyone around him off guard. Pyrrha seeing this, rested a hand on his shoulder as quickly as she could, doing everything she can to hold him back. While her body language was screaming no, her eyes, glimmering with anger were practically begging him to.
"Go get em, fearless leader!"
Across the cafeteria, a young Faunus with bunny ears was in pain – her ears were getting pulled by none other than Cardin Winchester – someone he thought would think twice about doing such a thing. He just couldn't believe his eyes – the Winchesters spent almost a week as guests at the Arc Household! He was so close with the Doré and Clair and especially so with Margaux! Jaune did everything he could to make sure the Winchester wouldn't go down the same path as before. As he marched over to Team CRDL's table, thoughts of Margaux rushed through his mind, thoughts of how Cardin warmed up to the toddler Faunus almost treating her like a little sister. A rage unlike any other flowed through his heart and blood stream, flooding his thoughts and chest. The soul he had – as pure as it remained, darkened for the first time since waking in the past. His fists remained clenched as he pushed past students older and far more experienced than him. He didn't care – a Faunus, no, someone was in trouble.
"Please!" Velvet cried. "Just please let me go! Cardin, stop it!"
"It's real!" His team laughed heartily, only adding fuel to the flame. Russel punched Bronzewing's shoulder with a beaming smile. "You were right, Dove! It's freaking real! I wonder –"
The Winchester didn't get to finish his sentence. A strong hand slammed his face into the table, breaking his nose immediately. The rest of CRDL jumped into action to strike down the assailant. Jaune without much command or question, kicked Dove in the stomach, sending back, toppling over a few empty seats. Sky followed up with wide hooks and jabs, but Jaune dodged each fist and swing. But like a certain little sunny dragon, his hair ignited with flame and his eyes bled crimson.
Shoving his fist into the Lark's stomach, the man flew back, smashing into CRDL's table. Winchester and Thrush moved together to strike at the Arc but they weren't prepared for his hand-to-hand skill. With a quick right jab, Cardin's barely healing nose was shattered again, spewing blood down his nostrils. Almost like slow motion, the Arc ducked under Russel's own right hook. His mistake. Thrush left himself open, giving Jaune all the area he needed. Throwing Russel's still moving right arm over his shoulder and swiping his legs out from under him, Jaune slammed his body into the tile flooring eliciting a powerful crack to be heard.
"You want something, Arc?!" Cardin roared. "I'll kill you!"
"Do what you must, Cardin!" Jaune cried back, readying himself. "But I will make you pay for treating Velvet like this! Margaux and Blair – do they mean nothing to you – oof!"
"Don't you dare say Blair's name to me!" Cardin tackled Jaune to the floor, fist raised and ready to pound his face in. But a hand rested on his wrist, holding him back. For a quick moment, the Winchester froze giving Jaune the opening he needed.
Kicking at the man's groin, he squealed in agony, flying off of the Arc's body. Rising to his feet, he stretched his arms, popped his neck and fell into a fighting stance. Cardin did the exact same thing, wiping the blood from his face and busted lip. He was absolutely ready to end Jaune right then and there. Fists cocked back, the two of them prepared to attack but a timid voice and a pair of hands stopped them from continuing any further.
"Stop it!"
"V-Velvet…?" Jaune asked with absolute wonder. Cardin did the same, indigo eyes brimming with confusion.
"I don't want you to kill each other!"
"I don't intend to kill him –"
"Then why are you holding a knife?!" Velvet cried. "Both of you! Why?!"
Her chocolate eyes displayed a pain worse than when Cardin pulled her ears. But when she looked to Cardin with the same eyes, he backed away, almost awestruck by what he saw. Dropping the knife, he held, he was almost paralyzed by what his eyes showed him. Jaune dropped his own utensil and began to walk towards the Winchester. Cafeteria silent and even onlookers were in awe.
"C-Cardin…?" Velvet lowered her arms, a brow raised in question.
"Cardin…?" Jaune walked closer to him, hands held out, sapphire orbs examining him. "Hey…are you…are you okay?"
Margaux and Blair – do they mean nothing to you?!
Cardin's mind rushed at a thousand miles, speeding along with his racing heart. The words cut deeper than any sword or knife. Then, his team began to rise from the floor and table and chairs. Everyone looked at him with confusion and even worry.
Margaux and Blair – do they mean nothing to you?!
The Winchester felt his breath leave his lungs. Backing away from the Arc, he swung out, fist colliding with Jaune's cheek. In the heat of the moment, he took off running, doing what he can to hide the saline tears streaming down his cheeks. The witnesses were none-the-wiser.
But Jaune caught a glimpse, almost impossible to see. What…what the hell just happened?
Beacon's staff arrived on the scene, Glynda Goodwitch was enraged and barely containing her growing fury. Ozpin though simply walked up to her, resting a hand on her shoulder and gave her a knowing look. Almost immediately, she eased her furrowed brows and backed away from the blond-haired knight. A word with the good headmaster and a disciplinary course of action was to ensue for the near future but he didn't mind. He deserved it after all – regardless of the reasons, he beat a team senselessly and even drew a utensil against another student. But all of that was in the past – the night had fallen and now Jaune stood in Beacon's courtyard, wearing nothing but a muscle shirt and gym shorts and a scroll pressed to his ear.
It was a struggle to get past Pyrrha's questioning gaze and wandering thoughts but he managed. Ren gave him a questioning look debating whether or not he should let the team's leader wander the campus past curfew, but it was Nora he worried about. She was so inquisitive when she wanted to be and always found a way to make anyone spill the beans on just about anything. This was something that he couldn't risk his friends knowing about just yet.
"What is it, Junior?" The blond asked. "If you must know, I haven't been able to keep in contact because of my enrollment in Beacon."
"Don't worry about it, boss." The man responded nervously. "I just wanted to let you know that the first dust and upgraded armament shipments have arrived and has been distributed among our forces. Currently, a few syndicates are trying to make power plays in the industrial south-side of Vale and there are a few in particular that are being funded by some Valean noble families."
"Like yours?"
Junior chuckled. "I suppose like mine, boss."
"Anything else?"
"Something disturbing. Roman got my men but both of which have yet to return." The bear sighed. "It seems he didn't enjoy his experience with my men. Though it seems it's something I can RELATE TO! Aside from that, I'm sorry my men couldn't stick around to find out more. I won't fail again boss."
"Mistakes happen." Jaune frowned. "Just learn from this. I'd say have Miltia and Melanie train them more – have more lieutenants and strongmen to train and command your men. You can't rely only on Miltia and Melanie."
"Aside from that, what else should we do, boss?"
"Strongarm absolute control the Red-Light district." He ordered. "Remove the other syndicate families – assimilate them or destroy them; I could care less either way as long as I don't have to get my hands dirty. Once you start increasing your presence in the shady side of town, expand outwards – have a legal side. I'll need you to have contacts in the upper echelons of society. Can you do it?"
"Of course." The bear huffed. "It'll take time but…"
"I want it done by the Vytal Festival." Jaune's tone was flat.
"B-But boss! That's only two months from now!"
"Are you trying to tell me I made a mistake by choosing you to be my eyes and ears in the Underworld and politics abroad while I train to be a huntsman?" The Arc gritted his teeth. "Because I can easily put you out of business, Junior. Don't screw with me, bear because if you screw this up, I will destroy everything you own and kill you myself. I don't mind starting over! Do I make myself clear?!"
"C-Crystal clear boss! I-It'll be done, boss!" Junior's tone shook with a slight unspoken terror.
With a great sigh, Jaune pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, Junior. I'm getting annoyed and slightly stressed out. I don't have any contacts in the White Fang or anyone close to them – by default, you're my best shot because you have dealings with Roman Torchwick. On top of this – the increased amount of Dust shop robberies is only getting worse. More and more people are falling victim to the Fang and the only way –"
"I understand, boss. Time isn't on our side. I'll get started immediately."
And with that, the call ended leaving him in silence in the dark courtyard. "Cinder…I'll find you and I'll kill you."
Jaune sat upon the hidden training spot he and Pyrrha work. His legs hung off the ledge, careful to not speak a peep of a sound. CRDL's room was still located underneath. Speaking of Cardin, the teen was barely seen since the incident in the cafeteria. Some said he'd secluded himself in his dorm and barely came out unless it was for class or combat training with his team. It was irking the Arc to know that the strong Winchester, the man who'd survive with him till the final battle was this distraught over losing a school fight.
At least Velvet was okay this time around. He mentally punished himself for his deeds in the past – rather lack thereof. He remembered sitting at his table while Blake and the rest of the two teams glared and hissed with fury towards CRDL and what they did to the rabbit Faunus. How he pulled her ears and called her plentiful amounts of derogatory words. But all he did was watch, hold back and keep to himself instead of standing up for Velvet. She was after all, too kind for her own good sometimes.
Jaune knows the kind of man, great man, that Cardin grows to become. But damn it all to heck – he'd actually forgotten how absolutely insufferable the Winchester was as a teenager. After this fight, this skirmish, have you, Cardin took a different path, diverging in a way the Arc would have never foreseen. But at least Jaune didn't have to worry about any form of bullying this time around. Everyone looked at him with awestruck wonder and some even looks of adoration. Faunus and Human alike.
Heaving a sigh, his eyes trailed to the shattered moon, thinking of everything from his past. Yang was different this time around, more susceptible to his conversation skills and even respected him a significant deal – especially after he defeated her in a spar. Sure, the spar shook the room, breaking seats and ripping floorboards from the arena, but it was definitely worth it. Was angering Professor Goodwitch still worth it? Probably not but who cared? A small smile formed on his face at the memory.
"Alright, princess." Yang led team JNPR along. "Jaune said he could take me on and beat me without breaking a sweat."
"Oh, why would you say that, Jaune?!" Ruby cried in despair.
Blake seemed to agree. "This one's on you."
"Please, like I'm scared of my dear firecracker." He cackled.
Yang pulled to a stop, her eyes narrowing at the blond. "Are you implying I'm not intimidating?"
"No, I would never say such lies." His snark remarks only served to frustrate the woman further. "I was just merely stating…you don't scare me."
"Yang, I'm sure this can be settled in a more peaceful manner." Pyrrha quickly came to the rescue, doing what she can to defuse the situation. It was to no avail of course –
"Break her legs, Fearless Leader!" Nora roared with pride.
"N-Nora! No, I'm not gonna break her legs!" Jaune quickly turned to face her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "W-Why would I do that to a friend?!"
"She said she wanted to spar you, so why not go all the way and break her legs?!" Nora cheered once more. "Then we'll have victory pancakes!"
There is no winning with you, is there? Jaune sighed in disbelief, feeling a laugh rupture through his lungs. Well…alright then. Guess I'm gonna have to kick her ass.
"Well, Yang." Jaune popped his neck. "I guess my team can't be swayed."
In the background, Pyrrha could be seen mouthing the frustrated words what and the fuck.
"Pucker up lover boy, you're about to make out with a knuckle sandwich."
"You practice these one-liners in front of a mirror or are they improvised?"
"I can confirm she does!" Ruby's voice echoed from the stands.
"Shut up, Ruby!" Yang's face grew red with heat. "Doesn't matter – I'll still beat you into the dirt, Jauney."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
The two burst forward, aura kicking off the place they once stood. Floor boards and tiling flew in every direction colliding with the invisible shield protecting the stands. Jaune was the first to connect, bringing his shield out, Yang was bashed back, breaking her momentum entirely. As she slowly began to regain her standing, a glowing blade sped forward, nearly striking at her aura with perfect accuracy.
The attacks came like lightning, sparking against gauntlets, blade and shield. The lightshow was magnificent, catching a few innocent bystanders to come along to witness. Yang swung wide, firing off a few explosive rounds that whistled across the arena. The Arc saw through the act and raised his shield, jumping into the attack.
The impact nearly knocked him back completely, but it gave him the perfect chance to retaliate. Activating his semblance, he turned invisible, calming his soul and vanishing from sight of those watching. The smoke from the explosion kept him hidden leaving Yang open. He deactivated the attack just as he appeared behind the goldilocks. Swinging with power in the strike, the blade connected with Yang's shoulder, sending her flying forward, bouncing in the ash and soot of her attack.
But she didn't roll too far. Slamming her fists together, her semblance activated shooting fire through her hair and into her knuckles. The once lilac irides bled crimson, burning with an enraged ire. "Time to get your ass beat, Jaune!"
Dashing forward, her fists clashed with his shield, burning with an incredible inferno. He jumped back, catching every strike and punch. Every blast and earth shattering hit. Yang dropped to the floor, swiping his feet out from under him, throwing him to the ground. But before he could hit the ground, she shoved her fist into his chest, launching him back with smoke and heat billowing off his body.
"Go, Yang!" Ruby could be seen cheering. Blake and Weiss even had little paraphernalia bearing the team's name.
"That was a good hit, Yang."
"That should've stopped you!" She glared, taking a stance. Now, instead of just eight students, almost a hundred were gathered, eyes planted with the spar in the center of the arena – all completely unsanctioned by a staff member. They were definitely gonna get it but not one of them cared.
"A fun thing about me, Yang…" Jaune smirked, wiping his armor of dirt. His eyes were shut and his blond hair was slowly starting to glow. "I can copy semblances."
Immediately, he snapped his eyes open revealing blood red irides and flaming hair. Slamming his fists together, fire shot out from his back. Floorboards and tiles exploded outwards, only stopped by the invisible wall protecting the stands. Throwing his hands out, they were outlined by a dark colored aura. Sword and shield glowed in the same color before shooting into his hands.
"Surprise, firecracker."
Shooting ahead like a rocket, his shield bashed Yang against the stomach, knocking back a few feet. She immediately tried to defend herself, sending hooks and kicks, feigning and trying to grapple, but his strength and speed doubled at a worrying rate. His legs moved like liquid, fluid and evasive. He feigned back, kicking but then pulling back the last second. It was almost as if he was reading her moves. She rushed forward, cocking her fist back, ready to knock his face back but he dodged, using polarity in the same way Pyrrha did.
Slight adjustments. Jaune smirked to himself. Even then…I'll need something that'll break her defense.
Yang dodged each attack, bringing her legs up at the right moment and even managed to strike him a few times. While he was absolutely proficient with Yang and Ren's semblances, Pyrrha and Cardin's was an entirely different game. He did what he could but Yang was too fast, too random and too strong. Her strikes were hard to predict, even though she did teach him her fighting style. A small smile grew on his face at the time the two shared in Anima and Solitas before everything happened.
Rolling away from her axe kick, the foot ripped a new hole in the arena flooring, denting and shattering the concrete beneath. Without thinking, he sheathed Crocea Mors and slammed it onto the magnetic spine of his armor. Charging for the blonde woman, gauntlet fist met with vambrace over and over again. The clash sent sparks and visible shockwaves of wind and aura. Jaune shot along, meeting her blow for blow. Punch met punch, kick met kick; he wasn't a step ahead, nor was he back; he just knew what she was doing.
Reach back, he drew the blade from its sheath and the shield activated, protecting his back. Yang watched him with confusion but didn't think much of it. He swung, catching her gauntlets again but he knew this would happen. Snapping forward, his arms wrapped around her shoulders and he rested his weight on her.
"Yang." He whispered. Her face grew hot from the proximity. "You're beautiful."
The reaction was immediately. She shoved him off, stumbling but it left her open. He shot forward, sliding on his Beringel poleyn, spinning with his blade and shield out, creating a windmill of death. Yang was forced to back away, sweat forming on her temples and brow. She backed away, bringing her gauntlets up, blocking her face from his incoming sword strike.
But it never came.
Instead, a heavy kick collided with her right knee, breaking her balance. Falling to the floor, she punched out but Jaune kicked her fist away, letting it fly an entirely different direction. It left her chest open. Throwing his shield forward, he bashed it against her face, knocking her onto her back – a first for everyone to see. Swinging his sword with expert grace, he pointed the blade at her throat.
"What did I say?"
Yang was silent for a few moments, lilac eyes locking with his shimmering sapphire eyes. For a moment, she felt enamored almost feeling a pull – like she'd had something with him before. It was impossible of course, since she'd never even known he'd existed until that night in front of Junior's club. Nevertheless, her eyes stared at him, taking in his entire image, soaking in his muscles slightly bulging beneath his vambrace and lames dropping from the pauldrons. But there was something that caught her attention. It was so little, so insignificant, she almost missed it.
"You may have beaten me…" Yang smirked, slapping his sword away and taking his hand. She shot forward, pulling on his breastplate to hold him close. Her lips were barely a centimeter from his ear. Jaune could swear he could feel them latching onto his ear lobe. "But you're sweating…"
"Can you blame me?" Jaune smirked. "You're beautiful."
Almost immediately, she stammered, eyes wide with surprise. Her grip on his breastplate relinquished and she fell back, stumbling. Her mouth was reminiscent to a gaping fish – open, close; open, close. With a victorious smirk, he sheathed his weapon and absorbed the cheers of students and Team JNPR at his victory. That is, until Glynda Goodwitch arrived, a scowl and rage in every step she took.
Jaune's eyes rose to the sky once again. Ever since the spar and his sudden defense of Velvet, he was the subject of gossip and rumors. But he ignored every word and story, knowing absolutely none of them knew the truth. Annoyingly enough though; everyone on the two teams were staring at him more often than not. Each one would do something that would bring themselves closer to Jaune, be it coincidence or something they'd have in common. While he wasn't complaining – it was starting to come off as incredibly weird.
Blake would be reading of course, but would feel a strange need to be near him when they were in the library. Sure, he picked up reading some of Blake's books when they were in Anima but he never expected the young adult version of the cat Faunus would be so enamored with someone into the same books. They shared a few things in common – a distinct need to protect Faunus and those in need and love for books. He chuckled to himself, remembering the original timeline, how he'd shy away from reading as much as possible.
Memories of every friend he'd come to love, every brother and sister and lover; he felt he wanted to change their relationship – make them closer, make them all closer. Salem won because they were divided and didn't come together until it was too late. Salem won because the King of Vale was too late to save the day. Salem won because he was too weak. His friends died because he wasn't attentive to them or the gears turning in the background, behind closed doors and shadows.
He was going to cherish the friendships he had – he was going to make things different. A chuckle once more, escaped his lungs at the thoughts of his fellow leader; Ruby Rose. People assumed he and the little hooded girl would end up together-together as Nora would say, after travelling Anima together and watching each-other's backs; but he was swept off his feet by none other than her sister, Yang after he saved hers and Blakes life from Adam Taurus. Ruby though, found solace in Weiss. Ruby now, though, wanted to be around him as much as possible and even started talking about somehow modifying Crocea Mors to make it a long-ranged weapon – something about her Uncle Qrow's own reaper.
Weiss, this time around, didn't disdain or find his presence a nuisance. In fact, she respected him as both a leader and a fighter. Jaune had definitely proven himself this time around – doing everything he can to not fall back on calling her anything annoying or inappropriate. Now that he thought about it, Snow Angel really wasn't the best way to start conversation. Yang said it best, after all. He'd study and keep his grades up, it was easy since he already knew all the answers. The Schnee heiress was attracted to this – something the Arc wasn't too sure about.
Ren was skeptical. Jaune knew it would only be a matter of time before the man started coming to conclusions and making assumptions. Lie Ren was a very observant man, even in the original timeline. On top of that – it would only be a while before Ren starts asking questions about his semblance. But, Jaune didn't want to let him know yet. Ren was his brother – in all but blood – he wanted to rebuild that bond naturally and then decide to spill the beans of his true history.
Jaune felt a laugh rip through his body, bellowing his guffaw, despite the hissing hushes and shut ups coming from windows below. Nora was the same, loveable, hyperactive maniac. And he loved it. He missed it and there was nothing in this world that would convince him otherwise. Nora was understanding and gave her own version of advice that involved breaking legs and half-manic lightning fast rants. Nothing different between them so far and that is exactly how the Arc wanted it to be.
Pyrrha… Jaune's smile only grew. Pyrrha Nikos. Three-time Mistralian Champion, undefeated, the unbeatable. Jaune began to pick up the signs of her growing crush – just like the past. She was so painfully obvious, he felt kind of cruel playing dumb. He never noticed how much he truly loved her until after she died when Beacon Fell. That was something he wasn't intending to allow this time. Her quirks, the quiver of her lips when she'd try to hold in her laughter. The piercing emerald eyes that matched with the equally green eye liner only added to her allure mixing with the long flowing red hair.
But that is where the problem began.
Yang, the fiery babe. His firecracker. Jaune sighed, running a hand to his head. The two women were his first true loves. Pyrrha was too late and he suffered daily for his mistake for not noticing her. But now that he was here, he began to notice just how exactly amazing the woman was. Every move she did was like a dancer, smooth and silky. But Yang; she was more than just a kiss and a night of sex; she was many kisses and many nights of sex. She was his girlfriend, his lover and future wife. It had been almost four years since Beacon when he and the blonde almost tied the knot.
Old memories and new boiled within his chest, adding more to his confusion. Every second spent with team RWBY and JNPR only added to his new agony. Yang and Pyrrha. He didn't know what to do. The two girls were just so incredibly amazing in every single way – his thoughts raced like lightning. But before he could continue his mental ravings a soft hand rested on his shoulder, catching him.
"I asked Pyrrha where you were." The voice spoke.
It was Blake.
Jaune smiled at her before flicking his wrist. A few windows slammed shut giving them completely silence and privacy. "What is it, Blake?"
"Something's bothering you." She leaned in, tapping her shoulder against his. "Can't have my reading buddy perturbed."
"Who says I'm perturbed by anything, Blake." Jaune laughed nervously.
"Yeah." She deadpanned. "Totally."
"Blake…" Jaune sighed. "What's up, is something wrong?"
"No. I just…" The Faunus looked away. "I'm curious about something…"
"What is it?"
"It's dumb and I already know the answer…I just…I just want to hear you say why."
"You keep dropping cliffhangers, Blake." Jaune smirked. "The suspense is killing me."
A light punch connected with his shoulder. "Quiet you. I was…I just wanted to hear why you protect Faunus. Let's say even if your mother wasn't one."
He adopted a thinking pose, leaning closer to her. "You came out here just to ask me that?"
"Well…" She frowned. "I'm just…really…"
"I know why." Jaune sighed. "Blake."
His eyes fell to meet hers. Glowing and glimmering with wondrous colors beneath the shattered moon. She'd never seen emotions as raw as his on display to see. Adam always wore that damned mask, it was hard for Blake to even remember what color his eyes were. Jaune though – didn't hide a damn thing, it was almost as if his soul was displayed. The pain, the sorrow, the agony; the happiness, the hope, the love. She could see it all and if it were any other person, she was certain she'd feel overwhelmed.
"I know." He sighed once more, almost like a routine for him. "I know why you wear the bow but damn it Blake…you'd look so much better without it. Oh don't look so surprised. I also know you were in the White Fang. I have grown up with Faunus my whole life – my own step-mother was once a member when the White Fang was a peaceful organization."
Blake was taken aback. Her entire world was shattered, frozen and burning all the same. Jaune saw right through her and even knew about her past. It was almost as if he knew too much about her. A part of her screamed to make her body move but she didn't listen. She stayed next to him, hands barely touching. She wanted to say something but her voice had escaped her completely. This was unexpected.
"Seriously." She managed to croak.
"Yup." Jaune smiled. "She'd always come home happy but bruised; at one point, when I was eleven she came home one day with a black eye. She engrained it into our heads since our mother was gone, to respect others no matter their gender, color or race. My father saw her care for us and pretty much the rest is history – after the leader of the White Fang stepped down and was turned into a terrorist organization, several former members followed her and joined the Arc estate as guards and trainers for my sisters and I."
"Why are you telling me this?" Her eyes were wide.
"Don't be afraid of what fools say behind curtains." He said. "Wear your features proud. They say it behind your back because they wouldn't dare say it to your face. You want to know why I fight for Faunus? I fight because it's the right thing to do; I fight for Faunus because they deserve the same happiness and rights as every other person on Remnant. I hate what happened to my mom – Marie. She of all people didn't deserve that kind of treatment and there are countless Faunus that don't deserve to be treated as creatures and animals. If there was anything that I could do to bring an end to the hate and suffering to the Faunus, I'd already do it. But what am I to know? I'm just a human. Come on, let's get some sleep – classes tomorrow in the morning after all."
Success.
Jaune reveled in it. Junior managed to recruit new strong men and women. A small sliver of hope grew in his chest and the pieces were falling into place. He'd already strong-armed most of the syndicates from south-side Vale and had expanded into the southern Industrial District close to the Agricultural Districts. It was a tough fight, losing a few men along the way but Junior managed to lay claim and start carving the new territory and manning the factories and processing plants.
In the commercial district, he'd snagged control of a few docks and dust shops. Men patrolled the streets in obscure vehicles and suits. The man was smart with his resources and contacts – he apparently even had someone in top ten percent of Vale. Jaune smirked to himself, feeling the confidence in droves. Now, he just had to set a good date to journey to Junior's HQ and inspect the new lieutenants and the skill of his men.
But enough of that; the weeks boiled away as painfully slow as possible in academics at least. History was a drool – Oobleck found a way to make an interesting subject a pain; Grimm Studies was a bore – Professor Port barely taught anything new, but he did always have a new story to tell so that was a plus. No? Oh well. Geology and Herbology was torture – Professor Peach was practically never there so she'd send her students on wild goose-chases in search of highly rare and incredibly obscure flora and rocks. Lastly, Combat Class was too easy – memories and skills bred from fighting a decade long war did change a man. Barely any student aside from RWBY and JNPR could keep up with the blond knight. But now, it was his time to shine. Something boiling within him that seemed to excite the young Arc beyond belief. Glynda wanted him to show off his true skill for once.
"Mr. Arc, are you sure you want to do this?" The woman asked. "While I won't protest, I just want to make sure you know what you're doing."
"Yes, ma'am. I am absolutely sure."
"Alright then. Team CRDL; are you ready?"
A collection of growls and nods were her response. Each member took positions – Dove in the front with both Sky and Cardin on his flanks. Russel hung back, daggers wielded. Each one had a look that spelled death and murder but not a single one scared Jaune. Facing Adam Taurus was far more terrifying than CRDL. Watching them die one by one was far worse than any glare and hateful, spiteful, rueful statement they can make. As much as he wanted to pummel them into the dirt and the floor they stood, he wanted it to mean something to them.
He didn't want them to die like they did the last time. He didn't want them to throw their lives away – one after the other. They deserved a better life, one with real direction and goals, not ones artificially made to keep eyes off their backs. Jaune knew it and before he could even attempt to implement it, the war took their lives and futures and dreams. Bringing his shield up, clenching his sword and keeping his front foot forward, he was going to make sure they learn. He will not allow them to die this time.
In a dark room with nothing but a simple light, a cry of pain rocked the room. A man's face was smashed into the table, knocking a tooth from his mouth. It bounced about before clacking onto the floor. In another room watching from a safe distance a group of men groaned in a collective pain.
"Boss, you think this is the right thing to do?" A man with a red streak of hair complained, wincing with each punch and strike.
Junior wiped the sweat from his brow. "U-Uh…yeah. Carolina is the best when it comes to this –"
A loud thud echoed from within the room. The man was thrown against the reflective window they were watching from. The impact was so powerful dust fell from the ceiling and cracks formed on the window.
"Uh…" A man with copper skin winced. "Sarge…I kinda don't wanna be here anymore."
"Quiet, Grif!" A gruff voice echoed. "We agreed to the terms, we agreed to the terms, now stand at attention and stop being a little baby!"
Now the man was getting slammed into the ceiling in the other room. The man shouted at the woman, doing everything he can to stay quiet of what she wanted. But before he could continue, his face was smashed through three layers of glass. Carolina stood behind him, dragging him along and plopping him into a seat.
"This is going to be a long night." Junior sighed. "Carolina, we're trying to interrogate him, not kill him."
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