Howdy do!

Last night was my 21st Birthday!
For all my american readers, y'all know what that means!

Anyway, I wrote ninety percent of this sober and the last bit a little drunk
But it's still up to my standards!

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY

Chapter 13: Knightshade Pt. II

"Blake!"

"Jaune!"

"Blakey!"

"Jauney!"

A small group of teenagers dressed in their huntress and huntsman outfits walked about, each one tired and sweating bullets. Members of four teams were present; Nebula Violette, leader of team NDGO, the sisters, Clair and Doré Arc of team CNDR and the remaining members of teams RWBY and JNPR. The students were worried for the two missing friends. It had been exactly two days since the two had up and left Beacon. It was nerve-racking – especially since Jaune left vague text messages and passive responses.

Pyrrha walked briskly, feeling her arms shiver and skin grow cold. Nora and Ren were slightly restless, running about every kiosk and store they could find. The weekend was winding down and not a single sign of their leader – what would they tell Ozpin, or worse – Goodwitch?! Nora was very vocal about this, demanding they find their lost teammates. Not a mention of pancakes nor random hyperactive statements. She was shaking in her shoes when another store claimed to not have seen the two teens.

"Have you thought of going downtown towards more of the dust shops? I know the docks is where the massive SDC shipment is coming in but we've scoured the area all day." Weiss asked with a raised brow. "Blake was mad about the White Fang…and those cops said it was the White Fang that have been robbing the Dust Shops anyway."

"They assumed it was the White Fang." Ruby corrected. "Oh man…it's been two days since they've disappeared…I really hope they're okay…"

"They are…" Weiss frowned, looking away. Her heart raced in her chest, remembering Jaune's parting words and Blake's terror at her confession. "I swear to Oum they are…"

Continuing to walk down the street, her hand grabbed her arm, trying to hide her face into her small jacket. His anger and hate, it may not have been visible but she heard it – felt it. It wallowed over her like a thick cloud of smoke. It smelled like burning clothes and heavy scotch. Her fists clenched at her reaction, her anger towards someone she was beginning to see as a friend.

She'd treated her like trash and insulted her all the same. Jaune, of course it would be Jaune, ran to aide her in whatever mindless, reckless, suicidal quest she decided to get herself into. Weiss's anger shifted from herself to her teammate and foolish sister-team's leader. Her teeth clenched and her body felt cold. She didn't know what the idiots were doing but she knew nothing good could come of it. They were alone together in the city, doing gods-know-what and there was the threat of the White Fang.

Despite being a White Fang member, Weiss concluded that Blake had no hand in what they were doing in Vale. Whatever this was, it was out of her hands and she had been foolish enough to force Blake into revealing a secret she didn't feel comfortable revealing yet. The Faunus had been in Beacon for the last three months and only Beacon. Then she and Jaune started hanging out in Vale for poetry weekend, Weiss rolled her eyes at the ridiculous excuse. There was something going on between the two. No one disappears for a Friday, then returns Saturday night because of 'poetry weekend'. Even as bookish as Blake was and smart Jaune seemed to be – they were terrible liars.

The heiress scowled, hissing to herself. Icy-blue eyes trailed to the cloudless sky, spying the airships flying by and the birds fluttering past. She didn't want to be angry anymore. She didn't want to have this weight on her shoulders anymore. A fiery pain pulsated in her chest – she couldn't stand another minute searching.

She wanted her friend home.

In a room several stories off the ground, cool late autumn winds blew through the open windows of the suite. Drapes danced in the breeze, shifting through the room, easing into the bedsheets and between the two occupants. One was a blond-haired boy, knocked out completely, spooning a pillow. The other was a black-haired Faunus reading a book in silence, enjoying the winds coming from Vale's bay. Wearing a purple yukata that Junior managed to drop off, Blake was content to the silence she adored.

Eyes trailed from her book, examining the shirtless teen beside her, drooling on his pillow. He mumbled in his sleep and turned barely enough to make sure he didn't bother her. A smile formed on her face, staring at the blond. Even when he wasn't entirely conscious to know, he still cared enough about her to not move too much. Feeling a warmth grow within her chest, she turned a page and lowered a hand to his sleeping face, caressing his features and hair.

Concentrating on her book, she couldn't help but still gasp at how incredibly soft his hair was. A part of her wanted to put the book down and lay down with the boy but decided against it. Instead, her thumb rubbed against his head with her fingers cupping his cheek. A laugh escaped her lungs, if anyone were to walk in on them, they'd think they were a married couple. Looking up from her book, she stared at the wall in front of her, a funny laugh escaping her lips. While thinking they were a married couple was wrong…it wasn't far from the truth…

Two nights before…

Jaune stood from his seat, wiped the sweat from his brow and motioned for the girl to follow after him. Blake watched him stretch and groan in relief as bones popped up and down his spine. He walked into the room and immediately began to undo his armor straps letting the pauldrons, lames and vambraces fall with loud clunks and thuds. Afterwards, he pressed a button his breastplate that Blake had never seen before, and the breastplate hissed and released its magnetic grip over Crocea Mors. Another hiss was heard and soon enough, the breastplate unhitched itself and fell to the floor, clanking heavily.

Bending over, the body glove creasing with his body, he undid the cuisses and let the plate armor collide with his breastplate, ringing slightly. He quickly unlatched the belts holding his poleyn and swiftly kicked the poleyn and greaves from his legs in a half-assed attempt to remove his armor. Walking to one of the closets, he sighed in relief and grabbed a yukata, which is something that Blake liked to wear when she went to sleep and tossed the article of clothing to the girl.

"Get dressed into something more comfortable…" Jaune smiled. "We'll be here for a while until Junior lets us know when the White Fang's operation goes down. Might as well kick it."

"You're right…" Blake huffed, taking the clothing and marching to the bathroom.

Slipping from her shirt, shorts and stockings, she tossed her bra away, hissing like a cat at the smell of sweat. Slipping her arms through the silk fabric, she quickly tied the robe shut with a dark blue obi. Looking at her reflection, her ears rose in attention at Jaune's grunt of frustration. Quickly throwing water on her face, Blake rushed from the bathroom only to freeze in her steps.

Jaune stood in nothing but sweatpants.

"Uh…" She looked at him with wide eyes, fighting the blush growing on her cheeks.

Jaune laughed awkwardly. "Don't look so surprised at my body! You've seen me shirtless before, okay!"

"R-Right…" Blake laughed as well, turning her head. "You don't have any other shirts?"

"You don't have any pants?" Jaune asked with a raised brow.

Blake blushed a deep crimson. "It's a yukata! It's what's supposed to happen." Fucking Junior, meddling in things he really shouldn't! I had it handled, Junior! I'll get him when he's ready – when I'm ready! You did this on purpose, didn't you?!

"R-Right." Jaune looked away, face and cheeks burning. "So how do you wanna do this? You bed and I get the couch or…"

"Or we can both get the bed." Blake spoke nonchalantly, but on the inside, she cursed herself for speaking without thinking.

"U-Uhm…" Jaune trailed, backing away with wide eyes. "Not that I don't want to share a bed, I just feel it would be a little inappropriate since we're kinda not even dating."

"I said we get the bed, not fuck in it." Blake raised a brow. "Seriously, sleeping in the same bed isn't bad…unless you're saying you don't want to?"

"NO!" Jaune laughed, raising his hands in defense. "I meant…I am the problem here."

Blake walked past him, hips accentuated by the hakama, catching Jaune's eyes like a fish to bait. "The heck do you mean by that?"

"I…" He sighed. "I move a lot when I sleep. I guess you could say a bit of trauma from the future somehow followed me here."

Blake frowned, eyes trailing to the bed just acting like an inviting beacon. "Jaune…have you been having trouble sleeping?"

"Maybe?"

"Jaune."

"Okay fine. Once or twice."

"Jaune."

"Fine!" He sighed in exasperation, ignoring Blake's left hand on his right shoulder with her left resting against his left pectoral. "At least once a week…"

"Once a week?!" Blake shot back, spinning on her heels. "We've been training and seeing one another for over two months and this is the first time I'm hearing about this! What the hell, Jaune?! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because, I didn't want you to be worried about me!" Jaune shouted. "Pyrrha, Ren and Nora worry about me enough. Ruby started to notice and began to hang around me around school, trying to figure out what's wrong. Weiss, being analytical, sure is noticing signs, but hasn't openly sought me out. Yang, she has absolutely no idea. But not you Blake, I couldn't risk you worrying about me. You already have so much on your plate, aside from being a Lieutenant, one of my best I might add, but almost everyone here looks up to you. Having you stressed and worried about me is just asking for trouble. Besides, it's not like there's anything you can do to make it go away…"

What the boy didn't expect was a hard hand to swing across his face, colliding with his cheek. In its wake, a hand print that stung and throbbed remained.

"Shut up, Jaune!" Blake pushed him. "Don't tell me who I can or can't worry about! You may decide that you can be selfless and carry this weight yourself, but you don't make those decisions for me. I am your friend, hell I'm your right-hand woman! I thought you trusted me."

"You don't understand, Blake." Jaune frowned. "I have to carry this weight myself. I don't want you to worry, I don't want you to concentrate too much on this pain I feel. We're already making such incredible progress in our goals, having to worry about me would just make things more complicated than they have to be. Besides, the memories and the trauma should disappear when I kill Cinder Fall."

Just like before, a slap rang across his face.

"Once again, Jaune. Shut up." Blake grabbed his strong hands and flipped him into the bed. His eyes were wide, revealing the crimson strands within his sapphire blues. His arms were at his side with Blake straddling his sweatpants' waist cord. "I decide what I worry about. At the moment, I worry for you and only you. The Army, the Fang can all go to hell, the plans too. Right now, your issues are what matter to me. You of all the people don't deserve to constantly walk around feeling the weight of the world on their shoulders. You'd be insulting me…and yourself. You don't have to suffer while waiting for the chance to get at Cinder Fall – who by the way, we still know nothing of where she is."

Her hands snaked up to cup his cheeks tenderly. "I'm your right-hand woman, you've said it yourself countless times. Confide in me, Jaune. Tell me, let me know your pain and I will do what I can to make you feel better…"

The boy laid into his pillow, sighing in relief as he was released from the girl's monstrous grip. His eyes trailed over to the wall and the windows, glancing at the flickering lights in the skyscrapers in the night. It was hard finding words to describe what he was feeling. "I saw my friends and family die. I'm not gonna say something cliché, or give a sob story of my future past. I twist and turn from dreams I've been having of everyone – of how they died…of how you died…Blake…"

She stared at him, golden-amber eyes locked with his features. His eyes were a glorious sapphire color, almost like the ocean outside. It reflected the incandescent light of the lamps beside them, glowing with an orange hue. She could see the small tears at the corner of his eyes as he stared into her soul. Like a pane of glass, the pain that writhed and contorted within him was visible to see. The tears he held back slowly broke through the surface.

It sent ripples up and down her spine feeling the pain he felt; seeing the things he suffered. Her skin went cold beneath her yukata, the silk never feeling so rough against her flesh. Her hands had found their way to his shoulders and chest, pressure pressed against his tight muscles, finding an anchor to reality. The look he gave her, the actual terror he possessed within him, it didn't bode well for her. Like a silent cry for help when he couldn't voice the pain himself.

Slowly, the tears fell from his eyes, streaking against his temples and digging into his ears. He sniffled, feeling a sob rip through his body. Blake herself felt the same. Tears trickled from the corner of her eyes, the images engrained in her mind. As he released all his soul to bear – so did she. The girl bared her soul for the boy she straddled, his eyes locked with hers. He could see the weight she carried, the fear of the reparations to come. She was strong, holding herself together. She was beautiful, despite what she endured. He could see without a doubt, the sorrow and agonizing regret that bubbled within her soul. They were alike – carrying a past no one can know, shouldering their deeds like chains.

Before he could speak, her head slowly dipped down, lips brushing against his. She leaned her body against his, skin against skin, chest against chest. Her eyes were shut, a hint of a blush on her cheeks. Jaune shuddered beneath the contact, feeling electricity spur between their lips. She leaned closer, tears painting streaks across her skin, scared to connect.

"Blake…"

"Jaune…"

"You need someone…" She whispered. Her breath smelled fresh and clean. "You can't hold it in forever…"

"I know." He smiled, wrapping his arms around her. "I have you, don't I?"

Her heart raced in her chest, feeling his bare skin and arms wrap around her, caressing her in a way no other would do. She gasped into his neck, feeling the muscles firm against her own. The hint of a blush beneath tear stained cheeks grew, slowly closing the distance between their faces.

It felt like fire.

It felt like ice.

Their lips crashed, pressing against one another, their tongues immediately meeting. Her hands ran through his hair, soft to the touch sending tingles throughout her arms and body. She felt like she was melting in his embrace.

It felt warm.

It felt cool.

Soon enough, his hands, strong and large, filtered through her black curling locks, making their way to her cat ears. He purred into the kiss they shared, as he scratched the ears. Biting down, his bottom lip was caught, eliciting a groan from the boy.

It was heavy.

It was light.

Their kiss deepened, sending explosions between their bodies and lips. Their souls echoed together to the same heartbeat. Their actions quickened and their hands shook with excitement. Her breath hitched and soon enough…she lost it.

It was a fantasy.

It was a perfect reality.

She was flipped and now, Jaune was between her legs, sweatpants and panties between their areas. His lips locked with hers. One hand on the headboard of the bed, the other pressed into the mattress between her arm and torso. When they broke, a soft click was heard echoing in the silence of the room. They parted, staring at each other, breathless and hearts racing at the same pace. Their faces were a crimson bleeding blush. Cheeky smiles spread ear to ear.

"Why'd you stop…" She asked, between breaths. "We were just getting started…"

Blake snapped from her thoughts, feeling the blush grow warm across her face. Looking beside her, the boy was still asleep, arms clutching the pillow, drooling an ever-growing puddle. Her hand rubbed his cheek, running against his hair. He was a different person that night, almost like an animal. She shuddered in mental delight, remembering every kiss, every roaming hand and every gazing eye. He saw all of her that night and she saw all of him. Every muscle, every emotion. They bared it all and by the next morning, felt like the weight they carried was lifted off their shoulders.

The blush grew deeper. The night was energetic, exciting and left her sore for most of the next day. A wistful smile grew on her face, spreading with every passing thought. Adam Taurus, the man she thought she loved, never held her like that, never loved her like that. The blond boy, spooning a pillow, was the best night she ever had. He cared for every inch of her body, every crease, every curve and scar. Long story short, that night was a literal, dream come true.

Resting her book against the bedside table, she slipped under the covers and threw her arm over the boy's shoulder, slipping the pillow from between his arms and legs. Taking a towel that had been discarded on a chair, she wiped his arms and face carefully, so as to not wake him. He snored softly, leaning into the mattress. Sighing at her luck, she slid her pillow along, resting his head upon it, next to hers. The winds came in, cold and cool, clutching Blake, and surprisingly, not affecting Jaune at all.

Her arms snaked around his muscled torso, moving in to close the distance. His warmth flooded into her body, heating her up and deepening her blush. Leaning forward, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead and laid her head down onto the pillow.

"I was wondering when you'd put the book down…" Jaune mumbled in his sleep.

"How did you –?"

"Blake…" He smacked his lips. "Nora's making pancakes…stop reading, nerd…and eat…Goodwitch is gonna feed us to the Grimm if we don't."

Blake snickered softly. Bringing a hand up, her thumb wiped away a trickle of sweat. She sighed to herself. "How the hell are you sweating in this cool weather…"

"A hot babe is in bed with me." He responded.

She froze, eyes wide with surprise. "H-How…I thought you were sleep talking! H-How long…?"

"Since you stopped rubbing your thumb against my hair." He responded, eyes still shut. "It was comfortable and felt like a nice massage…then you decided to get lost in thought."

"Let me guess, my ears bent differently?" She asked, smirking into the pillow.

He laughed with her, pressing his forehead against hers. "No. It was the burning blush growing on your cheeks that told me. Oh, there it is again."

A playful punch was sent against his chest. "Oh, shut up, idiot."

"You know you love me." His face nuzzled into her neck.

Blake giggled up a storm, a hand resting against the back of his head. "Do I?"

"Oh, you never cease to hurt me." Jaune groaned against her skin. "What must I do to earn your love?"

She didn't respond and simply held his head against her skin, soft and smooth. "Remember how I said I could have been lying through my teeth a few days ago…well…this is my revenge – oh HAHAHA!"

She shuddered against his lips, writhing in sudden laughing fits. He was kissing one of her ticklish spots on her neck. "You didn't think this through, did you, foul knave!"

"Jaune! No!" She laughed, trying to escape his grasp. "Please, stop tickling me!"

"Nope! Not until the fair maiden loves me!" His kisses grew heavier, leading down from her neck and upon her chest.

Her laughter slowly turned to moans as his head went lower and lower between her cleavage. It was there that she forced him to stop. Wrapping both arms around his head with a deadlock like Doré's own. His kisses soon devolved to licking, sending electricity straight to her heart, turning her blush into a searing, raging inferno. Her heart screamed for reprieve, to calm down, but damn, Jaune knew what he was doing. Blake's anticipation grew with each second – Jaune after all, was almost married to Yang in the future, one of the most beautiful women she knew.

The things she could only assume the Xiao-Long knew sent shivers up and down her spine. Blake released Jaune, his hands now sliding underneath her yukata fabric, grabbing her breasts as he lowered himself. She gasped at the touch, sighing in delight. It was midday – the best lunch she ever had.

Yang jogged along the seawall, staring at the glimmering waters. Her lilac eyes used to be empty, filled with nothing but worry. Now, a sickening smile grew on her face. Her fists danced with elation. No longer was she angry that Blake ran off, no longer was she worried for Jaune when he went off after her. She didn't care about their reasons for running away, she didn't want to dwell on their decisions. But for some reason, she felt the urge to laugh.

"Oh, Blakey, Lovey-boy." She bellowed a laugh. "I can't wait to sink my claws into this little puppy. You two will never hear the end of this."

A part of her had an idea of what was going on, but she never had any substantial proof. They were always together during the weekends, be it for studying for the classes, doing homework, or even poetry weekend at the bookshop his sister works at. The fact was that they were together almost as much as they were with their teams. The thought alone gave her all the circumstantial evidence to prove her theory, but she needed more. Sighing in defeat, her thoughts wandered to the night it all went down.

Two nights ago…

After Jaune made his exit, Weiss was left practically shell-shocked. Ruby was worried and collapsed into the wooden chair at Weiss's desk and soon enough, the rest of JNPR rushed into the room to see what had happened. They wanted to know everything after receiving a chaste farewell and the subsequent escape of their leader. Weiss told them everything, and surprisingly, in great detail without embezzling the truth.

The rest of JNPR were surprised at the story, Pyrrha adopting a thinking look, Ren seemed not surprised in the slightest and Nora, well…she was so far gone, she immediately thought of running out there to get Jaune and Blake back. She disappeared for a few good moments and returned with Magnhild and was already dressed in her combat clothing. She saluted to Ruby who was actually the only team leader between the six students.

After a few minutes of careful talking and explaining, Nora finally calmed down and downtrodden, walked back to the JNPR dorm and returned in her pajamas. She sighed in defeat and was easily consoled by Ren and Ruby. Pyrrha, Weiss and Yang looked at one another, actually at a loss for what they should do. Silence had fallen on the six students, so quiet, one could hear a pin drop.

But then, a knock on the door caught their attention. Pyrrha opened the door to reveal none other than Jaune's sisters, Clair and Doré, along with Nebula Violette and Sun Wukong. The four looked like they had gone full sprint to find their dorm. Pyrrha was about to speak but the four foreign exchange students burst into the room, trampling over each other like fools but managed to keep their balance.

"Guys…" Doré gasped, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Jaune and Blake ran away from Beacon!"

"We know…" Yang frowned, staring at the four students. "Blake revealed she's a Faunus and a former White Fang member."

Sun choked on his spit. "She was a Fang member?!"

"Yup…" Weiss said, trailing off. "She said it with her own lips…"

"This is interesting…" Clair turned on her heel. "Sun, didn't you say something about the dust shipments?"

"Yeah, I overheard some dock workers talking about a massive dust shipment coming in."

"Yeah, the cops did say something about the White Fang robbing Dust Shops across Vale." Ruby pipped.

"That's true…" Yang slammed her fist into her palm. "If there's a massive shipment coming in, then we should be there to make sure Blakey and Jaune-Jaune don't do something stupid."

They all agreed with grunts and nods, but there was one who raised her hand. Doré looked confused and tilted her head. "Jaune-Jaune?"

"Y-Yeah." Yang gave her a confused look. "What about it?"

"Who even started that?" Doré laughed.

Nora walked up to her with a prideful look in her turquoise eyes. "That would be me!"

"I like you." Doré bellowed with a laugh, completely changing the mood in the room.

Now, she sighed in defeat once again. Yang watched the ships carrying tourists from Vacuo and foreign exchange students. They floated without a care, blowing their powerful horns. There were boys and girls, of varying ages and school year flooding the docks. She felt a little intimidated by all the students coming in. But there was a feeling in her chest – they were all so oblivious to what was happening around them. They would never expect there to be White Fang operating in the city, nor would they know about their two friends missing in gods know where, in Vale.

She, along with the rest of RWBY, JNPR, Jaune's sisters, Nebula and Sun, scoured the docks and all known apartments in the immediate area surrounding the docks. Every apartment block, hotel, motel, even the run down, sketchy love hotels, not a single sign of the two. They tried calling their scrolls, but Jaune would always respond the same – 'We're fine.' Or 'We'll be back before Monday, I promise, we promise.'

Needless to say, those responses didn't sit well with the blonde beauty. No one, absolutely no one, withholds information from her. She would find out eventually and when she does, she'll exact righteous justice on the boy and give her lovely teammate an earful about running away. Walking by, she passed by the docks once again, this time a civilian transport dock, rather than a trade. Men and women wearing huntsmen clothing of varying protectiveness and weapons of varying effectiveness, walked along.

As she walked along, she kept her smile spread across her face, nodding at the various men and women she passed by. Her long, thick, voluminous curling blonde hair was the trophy, attracting gazes of lustful men and admiring women. Yang sighed at her annoying luck and continued on her way, ignoring cat calls and whistles from Shade students following her figure with their eyes.

Where's Jaune when you need him? Yang sighed in defeat. While I can handle these assholes on my own, having him near makes me feel…at ease.

He never cat-called her, nor did he ever whistle as she walked by. That kind of thing got old, real fast. When every guy who walks on the same path of her whistles like a dog without sense, barking at her to get her attention, it was enough to make her want to break someone's skull in. But Jaune…oh, that boy was something else entirely.

He was a cocky bastard for sure, but he had the skill and talent to back up his cocky attitude. Which hilariously enough; was only done to her. Yang at first was peeved when he showed a more intellectual side with Weiss and Blake, a strong warriors side with Pyrrha, a brother with Nora and Ren and a best friend with Ruby. She herself, was given the dick-headed, cocky, confident and sharp-witted Jaune. No, she wasn't complaining – far from it. In fact, she felt she'd hit the lottery with Jaune.

For once, a confident guy who didn't lust for her body – or at least, didn't make it disgustingly public that he lusted for her body. He didn't leer, he didn't creep over her. He especially didn't stalk her. Yang stopped, falling over, letting her arms fall lax against her sides.

And Blake ran off with him.

Oh, I'm definitely never letting those two live it down.

Jaune stared at the world in front of him. Cars rushing past, zooming down the streets and the massive highways. Lights flickered in the distance and the ships continued flowing in and out. Airships floated through the night sky, parting clouds with their strong, plasteel hulls. Their wings waved up and down, stabilizing their flight.

The night was calm – far calmer than the nights before. His arms rested against the railing of his balcony, watching his life pass before him. Turning on his heels, a naked girl lay in his bed, long black hair falling down her back with cute cat ears at the top of her scalp. She was in deep sleep, arms strewn across the mattress, bathed in an ethereal orange incandescent glow. Like an angel, even in sleep, she looked radiant. Something he never thought he'd say.

A chuckle shook through his body, thinking of their time spent so far. With nothing but free time on their hands and Junior looking out for them, they spent almost all of it confined to their massive presidential suite, doing whatever it was that couples do. They kissed, they had sex. They watched a movie, they kissed and then had sex. They talked and planned and ate dinner at a nice restaurant down the street. It almost didn't even feel like a pre-deployment phase of a battle. It didn't feel like they were going to be fighting an enemy armed to the teeth tomorrow night.

Yet they were.

They trained for this for two months. They prepared for this, fighting, training, winning. They'd swallowed almost the entirety of Vale's industrial and economic districts along with some influential families. They had military grade weaponry and actual military trainers from Greene Armament Ltd. Howard Greene's son, Anthony Greene was a Colonel and weapon designer that came to help train the troops with Melanie and Miltia.

The White Fang is their first test as a military – as a force for revolution.

Good lord. Jaune paused. Is that what Adam Taurus sounded like?

Shaking his head, his thoughts continued rambling along. They were at the precipice, the climax of their abilities thus far. If they failed, they would fall to obscurity, if they succeeded, more businesses and moguls would flock to his side. That was exactly what he wanted. Even though the SDC had questionable business practices, they were Remnant's de facto Dust producer, the largest in Dust sales and manufacturing and the number one, in mining operations in the entire world. That was an ally he desperately needed.

He walked from the railing and collapsed into a seat, reaching over to pour himself a half-glass of bourbon. His sapphire eyes gazing upon the dark, starry night. He was a knight, a king lost to time, with the powers to change the future he came from. But that brought its own problems. He didn't know if his skills would disappear, his memories of his past. That was something he didn't want to risk. Jaune desperately wanted to seek Ozpin out and talk with him but a part of him knew that was out of the question.

"Oh man…" His head tilted down as he downed the glass of whiskey bourbon. "Doré's gonna kill me if she finds out what's happening."

Rising from his seat, he walked back into his room, sliding the glass door shut and shutting the locks. He pulled the drapes and threw off his clothes before jumping into bed with his lovely cat. She purred in his embrace, leaning into his chest.

"I was wondering when you'd come back to bed…"

Jaune sighed in defeat and threw an arm around her body, pulling her body to his own. "Oh hush, I'm not going anywhere."

"Well…" She trailed. "You were out there for a good while…brooding."

"That's your thing, Blake."

It was her turn to deadpan. "I'm quiet. I don't brood."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Just, shut up, Jaune." Blake sighed, giggling into his chest. "Tomorrow's the big day…"

"Yup…"

"Are you scared…?"

Jaune kissed her forehead, placing his chin against her scalp. His jaw tickling because of her cat ears. "Of course. But…in my timeline, you girls wrecked ass so hard, you sent the White Fang running."

"Team RWBY was with us?" Blake asked.

"Nope, you, Sun, Ruby and a girl named Penny took them down." Jaune laughed, holding her close. "From what I know, you four pushed the White Fang around like children's play things."

"So, what's with the cloak and dagger?" She gave him a pointed look. "Seems a bit over kill to have a small company swarm the docks."

"I sense something is different with the White Fang this time." Jaune shook his head. "With almost everything else that's different, I won't take any chances with the Fang. A company would do best to aide us in defending our Dust and apprehending Roman Torchwick."

"So, our main mission is to get Roman Torchwick." Blake nodded. "And our secondary objective is to protect our Dust…"

"As simple as can be, kitty-cat." Jaune smirked.

"Alright." She laughed, leaning into his body. "That's a plan I can get behind…thank goodness our clothes are clean…"

So, Knightshade is officially happening!
And we get a little insight of Yang and Jaune's relationship

If you haven't noticed, I like to showcase each character in a personal way
to build that emotional attachment because without that attachment
characters are just names with a face. Each person in this story is important
each name and personality is planned to be unique

So, don't you worry about the other girls of the Harems being neglected. Each girl will get a series of chapters
dedicated to them and their man, be it Jaune or Ren with canon ship names or made up ones for the sake of the
chapter name lol
Romance is a thing that can't be made on the spot, it has to be felt, or else, it comes off really awkward.
I mean, it took Jaune and Blake, several chapters to finally do the do; the dance with no pants
As Tucker would say - Bow-chicka-wow-wow
Team NDGO will be a challenge seeing as their personalities are kinda hard to decipher and portray
Without taking too much from Azndrgn - one of my inspirations to make a RWBY fanfic
Just know that RenxHarem is gonna happen and it'll be glorious lmfao

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