A Drunken Bouncing Silent Knight Marriage 6
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(Vale; White Fang Staging Area; same time)
"Commander Taurus!" At the yell from a male porcupine Faunus, the male reddish-brown haired bull Faunus looks back and sees concern on his masked face. "It's about Torchwick, sir!" Gritting his teeth in aggravation, the bull Faunus steps toward him, hand on his weapon's hilt.
"What about Torchwick?"
"He's… been arrested, sir." A snort of mirth emits from Taurus' nostrils.
"Was he so impatient to be arrested he gave himself up?"
"I… I don't think so, sir. It was just announced on the news. Details are scarce, but he's in Police custody."
"Hmm… send word to Menagerie. I want Sister Ilia here ASAP as I've a task for her." The other Faunus quickly nods and scurries off to do so. As he watches the Faunus scurry off, Taurus' face takes on a musing expression. 'With Torchwick in custody, will that aid or hinder our role in what that… human wants us for?'
(Beacon Academy; Dining Hall; same time)
His arms still tired from scrubbing the stone walkway, in which every trace of his vomit had been removed, as defined by Professor Goodwitch as to what her satisfaction was, Cardin scowls as he looks around. Sky noticing.
"Cardin? What is it?"
"Looking for Arc. I could've sworn he'd be here for lunch by now."
"Well… he was earlier. As was his team and Team RWBY. But then…" At Sky's trail-off, Cardin arches an eyebrow.
"But then what, Sky?" Dove speaks up at that.
"He got a scroll call and left. His team and Team RWBY went with him."
"Now why would that happen?" At Cardin's query, Russell smirks widely.
"There's a rumor going around that Jaune… got married." Cardin's eyes bolt wide open before he smirks.
"Yeah, right. Like a girl would want a noodle like Arc for a husband." Cardin then starts laughing, only to not hear laughter from the others before he gulps. "You are just messing with me, right, Russell. Right?" At the headshake of negation, Cardin slumps backward into his seat. "Well… that was unexpected. So… who's the unlucky girl?"
"No name, yet, but we'll ask him when they get back."
"I see. So… when did this happen?"
"Last night, apparently, while you and Jaune were out drinking." Cardin's eyes go wide at Dove's reply before he remembers the hot twins that spurned him and gravitated to Jaune. Giving a groan, he facepalms.
"I think I know who he got married to." Shaking his head, he then asks, "Any other rumors I need to know about?" The three look to each other before Sky takes it.
"Uh… yeah. There seems to be another rumor he killed a Beowolf Minor in Professor Port's class. On his back, no less. There were even bets against him while his team and RWBY cheered him on." Cardin smirks widely.
"A Beowolf Minor is small potatoes compared to that Ursa Major in Forever Fall yesterday. Perfectly textbook case for Jauney Boy." The three all blink before Dove chimes back in.
"So… you're not annoyed by that?"
"Oh, I am annoyed by that. The weakest one in our year and surviving as far as he has so far… he has a lot of catching up to do and, with him being a married man now… well, it'd be a shame for all that hard work to not come to fruition, right?"
The other members of CRDL all ponder it before smirks alight on their faces before Russell asks the big question.
"What do you have in mind?" Sky, however…
'I just hope this doesn't blow up in our faces! Of course, with our luck, it will!'
(Junior's Club; same time)
Nora's beaming ear to ear, holding a trophy high above her head. On the top of the trophy's wooden base is a golden Beowolf, its posture lunging, mouth wide open in a snarl and with a sword impaled into its chest cavity. Mel, Mil and Neo are all awed and Pyrrha loses her fight to control her giggles.
"Nora! You didn't!"
"Sure did, Pyr-Pyr!" Pyrrha screeches into laughter and Ren facepalms, his shoulders shaking in mirth at his best friend's antics. Jaune, however, bashfully laughs.
"Nora, you didn't have to."
"Nope, but I wanted to, Fearless Leader." Nora's wide smile doesn't recede one bit as she hands it to him. "Even got it engraved for you." Jaune blinks before reading the engraving.
"Jaune Arc; Glyph Sliding from Bullhead"
Jaune blinks again as Nora speaks again.
"Granted, you're the first one I know of that slid down glyphs without faltering or falling when meeting the ground… thinking of… Weiss? Did anyone else slide down your glyphs like Fearless Leader did?" Weiss smiles softly at that.
"No, Nora. It pleases me to reply that Jaune's the very first one."
"Great!" Nora's eyes then go wide as she excitedly adds, "Weiss, 'Fearless Leader' and I just created a new sport without even trying! 'Glyph Sliding from Bullheads'! It'll be great!" Weiss' blue eyes go wide before she mulls it over and grins widely.
"I'll speak to Headmaster Ozpin about it being included in the Vytal Festival. See if we get anyone interested in trying. We can even be commentators for the event." Jaune chuckles haplessly before sighing.
"Much interesting as that sounds… I've a long overdue call to make." Weiss and the others blink before he brings out his scroll. Once he's pressed the icon, it only takes a split second before it's answered. A mature feminine voice with excitement within.
"Jaune! Oh, my baby! Are you okay?!"
"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine."
"Oh, that's good." Mrs. Arc's voice is now calmer as she asks, "Are you ready to forget about being a Huntsman and come home yet?" Jaune smirks evilly, yet softly, at that.
"Nope. But I think I may come for a visit soon. And not alone."
"Oh? How many?"
"At least three." The evil fading from the smirk creasing his face, with it becoming gentle, he asks, "Are you sitting down, by any chance?"
"I am. Why?"
"I'm married now and you have three beautiful daughters-in-law." Mrs. Arc's voice goes back to high volume at that.
"My baby has three wives! When are the grandchildren coming?!" At the excited query, Jaune lightly chuckles before looking to his brides and seeing them blushing prettily, yet with soft smiles. RWBY, CFVY and NPR, however, are struggling to keep from laughing while Professor Goodwitch lightly chuckles.
"Maybe in nine months, Mom." Mrs. Arc squeals in delight before Jaune goes serious. "Mom, do you recall Roman Torchwick?" When her voice comes back, it has pained venom within.
"All too well. Why do you ask?"
"He's been arrested and… before it happened, he told me he punched you when you were pregnant with Joan and I. Did… he really… Is that why…" Mrs. Arc sighs sadly at that before speaking again, her voice and sentence structure lightly breaking.
"Yes, he did. We almost lost you while Joan came out strong. Which was why we didn't want you to become a Huntsman." Curious, she then asks, "But, Jaune, how did he come to your attention?"
"One of my wives was being used by him in his crimes. She wanted to break away, but things went sideways for her. Luckily, the other two were able to get word to me. With the help from my other classmates and teacher, she was saved and Torchwick arrested."
"But not before he shot Jaune in his armor." Blake's words get an angered shout from Mrs. Arc.
"He shot my precious baby boy?! Where is he?! I'll frickin' kill him! I'll take that cane of his, cram its muzzle up his ass and pull the trigger!" Ruby, Weiss and Velvet cringe and Yang chortles as Neo nods, liking the idea before Jaune speaks again.
"Mom, Mom, it's okay. My armor took the hit and the round didn't penetrate. It'll probably leave a little bruise, but I'm not hurt."
"It doesn't matter, Jaune. Your Father and I nearly lost you when you and Joan were born. You… you…" Mrs. Arc starts lightly sniffling before she rallies herself. When she speaks again, she has unabashed pride in him. "And now my baby's married with maybe grandchildren on the way. Can I see them?"
"Uh, yeah… just a moment." Jaune turns on the scroll's outer camera and points it toward them. "Mom, this is Mel, Mil and Neo. Mel's in the white dress, Mil's in the red dress and Neo has Neapolitan hair."
"Oh, my baby! Welcome to the family, girls!" The three all smile bashfully before Mrs. Arc goes on. "I can't wait to hug you three!" Mil sighs softly.
"We can't wait either. Just… please be gentle. We may be carrying precious cargo."
"Oh, don't worry. I'll be super gentle with you three. Oh, and Jaune?" Her query is in a serious tone, prompting Jaune to lightly gulp.
"Yeah, Mom."
"We'll have much to discuss when you four come home during break." Jaune chuckles uneasily as the call ends and then sighs. Mel noticing before gently clasping his right shoulder.
"You okay, Jaune? You seem… uneasy."
"I'm… I don't know, Mel. For the longest time… I'd been coddled, encouraged/discouraged…" Sighing, he goes on. "I love them, don't get me wrong…" Mel gently kisses his right cheek before speaking.
"Mil and I… we're kinda in the same boat as you with our Mom. She 'loves' us… but she considers us more like assets. So we know where you're coming from."
"If you want to talk about it, I'll be ready to listen."
Mel and Mil both smile softly before Yang clears her throat.
"Much as I like what I'm seeing… are you two going to be able to bounce if you're preggers?" The twins both put their right hands onto their lower bellies and caress them, soft frowns of concern on their faces.
"Probably not, Blondie. Which is where you'll come in." Junior's voice gets her attention as he goes on. "Seeing as we've been on the receiving end of your punches, we can't think of anyone better to have as a bouncer here. Part-time, of course."
"You're… offering me a job?" Junior gives a smirk at that.
"More like 'volun-telling' you. You caused quite a bit of damage that wasn't even fixed correctly." Yang sheepishly chuckles before nodding. "Great. You'll start in a month. Mel and Mil will be your supervisors."
"Sounds fair. But…" Turning to look at Neo and the twins, she goes on. "Jaune's a good guy. If you break his heart, I'll make what I did here look like a mild workout." Her lilac eyes flickering somewhat red, the three quickly nod their understanding while Jaune facepalms.
"And I thought my family's overprotective." Yang smirks toothily at him before replying.
"I think Nora's got something to say about that."
"Yup!" Stepping to in front of them, she adds, "Break the heart of my 'Fearless Leader', it'll be leg breaking time! Like I did with Torchwick!" Neo looks to Mel and Mil before signing.
*I really don't know who's scarier of the bunch. Nikos, 'Blondie' or Nora.* Mel and Mil both nod their agreement, only to hear Weiss lightly snicker.
"I really can't tell myself. But…" At Weiss' words, they look to the heiress and see ice in her blue eyes. "If any of you three or all of you three do anything to impact Jaune in a negative way, I'll freeze you where you stand and make you watch as I take him for myself." With each word, a rosy blush emerges onto her face. Getting Mel, Mil and Neo to smirk, with Mil taking it.
"Now that we'd really like to see." Weiss' blush becomes even more pronounced before she lightly twitches, getting Mil's attention and concern. "You okay?"
"I'm… I'm fine. It's just… you're going to think I'm crazy if I tell you." Mel smirks widely at that.
"Oh, we already know you're crazy. Nevermore shit crazy. You turned Jaune down when he tried wooing you, didn't you?" Weiss' lips twitch lightly in amusement at Mel's query before she regains control.
"I blame my Father for that. He and his high standards." Mil scoffs at that.
"I know exactly what he can do with his high standards. He can take them and…"
"Stick them up his butt. Yeah, Jaune told me earlier." Mil smirks right back at her.
"I was gonna say something more colorful, but that'll work just as well." She then starts giggling, with Weiss giggling as well before Mil sighs. "But, seriously, we won't hold it against you, given your having been heavily jaded. If…"
"I tell you what I was talking about." The twins both nod, prompting Weiss to sigh. "Fair enough."
"It's not going to be that bad."
"To you, perhaps. Me?" Uneasily looking around, she then asks, "Is there somewhere private we can talk?" Mil smiles gently and nods before striding away, Weiss in tow. Mel, however, stays behind in order to 'orient' Yang as to her new job before she starts.
"Okay, 'Blondie', let's get you undergoing orientation so you'd have a leg up." Yang lightly chuckles before following Mel, leaving Neo with the others.
(Mil and Weiss)
"Okay… this is as private as it'll get." Mil's words get Weiss to nod before sighing.
"Just… how twin are you two?"
"We're very twin. Why do you ask?"
"When I was younger… I was so lonely I had an imaginary twin sister." Seeing a soft smile of understanding on Mil's face, Weiss goes on. "In some ways… in my mind's eye… she'd look like me. Only quite different."
"How different?"
"Coal black hair in a braided ponytail… red eyes… lacking my scar… speaks quite vulgarly... wears black…"
"Sounds like we'd have gotten along if she really existed." Weiss nods before lightly smirking, getting Mil's attention. "What is it?"
"I think that, if she'd been real, she'd have fallen madly in love with Jaune instantly at first sight." Mil's face takes on glee before she squeals.
"Ooh, gossip! How so?!" Weiss smiles softly, yet sadly before speaking.
"As I found out earlier today, Jaune doesn't much care for high titles, family reputations or prestige. Bleiss didn't much care either. That's why…" At the trail-off, Mil realizes what Weiss' getting at before chiming back in.
"So… Bleiss was her name, huh…" At Weiss' nod, Mil lightly smirks. "Sounds like she'd have been fun to have around."
"Yes… she would've."
"Wanna have some fun?" Weiss kinks her head to the left as Mil goes on. "I'm thinking it's past high time Bleiss made an appearance." Weiss' eyes go wide before Mil starts descending upon her. Only for Weiss' scroll to chime. Curious as to who could be calling, she brings it out and smiles widely before accepting the call.
"Klein! Hi!"
"Hello, 'Snowflake'. How's Beacon? Make any good friends?"
"It's going… quite well and yes. I've made some friends. In fact…" Uncertainly, Weiss looks at Mil and gets a soft nod with smirk. "I'm with one of them right now. She, along with her twin sister and another girl, is married to one of my classmates."
"Oh, the set aside's still active? I'd have thought that someone would've noticed by now and canceled it." Weiss can only shrug before Klein goes on. "In any case, 'Snowflake', I found something in your late Grandfather's study and felt you should know about it."
"Why me, specifically? Shouldn't… 'he' know about it." The venom in Weiss' voice is unmistakable.
"It involves you, actually. Granted, I didn't look at it, but I did see 'For Weiss' Eyes Only' on it."
"I see… How soon can you get it to me?"
"I'll put in a request it be delivered to you by another Huntress in training from Atlas."
"Okay… any idea as to who it'll be?" Klein can't help but sigh sadly at that.
"I'm afraid not, 'Snowflake'. But, rest assured, I will request that the hand-off be done discreetly. The less 'he' knows, the better."
"I can't agree more, Klein." Mulling it over, she then asks, "How're Mother and Whitley doing? Winter?"
"So far… your Mother and younger brother are holding together. I spoke with Winter the other day and she hopes to visit with you at some point in time." Weiss smiles softly before speaking again.
"And I hope to see her soon as well." Klein gives a nod before the call ends. Mil then chimes in.
"He seems nice." Weiss smiles softly, nodding, before Mil asks, "Any idea as to what he found?"
"None. I guess I'll find out when it's delivered." Looking toward Mil, she gulps at the predatory smirk on the red-clad twin's face and sighs. "Please, be gentle."
"No promises."
(Mel and Yang)
"Okay… here's the rundown. On occasion… we'd get some unsavory characters that try something with our customers."
"Like… drugging?"
"One of them, yeah." Mel's reply gets Yang to frown upon the thought of someone trying something with Ruby, getting her eyes to go crimson and her golden blond hair to ignite. "Thinking of someone dear to you, huh?" Blinking, Yang gets herself under control and nods. "Who?"
"Ruby, my cute little half-sister. She's the one with the red hood." Mel nods in understanding before Yang asks, "What else do they try?"
"Oh, I've got some spooky stories for you on that front, but I don't want you blowing your top with thoughts of Ruby."
"Probably best." Cracking her knuckles, she goes on. "So, basically, I'm to watch out for someone getting to be problematic, beat them to an inch of their life and throw them out, telling them to never come back or it'll be worse if they do." Mel can't help but lightly sweat-drop at that.
"I wouldn't go that far on the beating, but yeah." Yang grins toothily.
"I can handle that." Mel grins right back, albeit not as toothily, before kinking her head to the right.
"Earlier, before you went to help Neo, you called Jaune 'Vomit Boy'. Why?"
"On the flight to Beacon before Initiation, he threw up on my boots." Mel can't help but wince in sympathy before Yang goes on. "I was able to get them clean before it could stain."
"Poor Jaune and your poor boots." Yang grins slightly at the condolence.
"Thinking about your own heels, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty much. But I wouldn't hold it against him like that. After all, motion sickness is quite common." Yang arches her right eyebrow, getting Melanie to add, "I've actually seen it happen to other people when they're sober and in a moving vehicle." Deciding she doesn't want to know, Yang's grin goes predatorial.
"What's he like in bed?" Caught off guard by the out of nowhere question, Mel rallies herself and smirks.
"Not that it matters to you, but he's a world rocker. Wanna try him out?" Yang goes beet red before shaking it off and changing the subject.
"Where'd you two learn to fight, anyway?"
"That, Yang, is a long story." Curious, she then asks, "What was that visit that night about anyway?"
"Long story." Lightly pursing her lips, she asks, "Is it just me or is there a lot of long stories?" Mel lightly giggles.
"It's not just you."
(Mil and Weiss; twenty minutes later)
"So… that's what she'd have looked like if she was real." Mil's makeup work is, to Weiss, exquisite. Her eye scar concealed, her hair coal black, eyes red and her body clad in a black top with extremely small skirt. Weiss' tone is soft and musing before she hands Mil her scroll and asks, her query trailing off.
"Any chance you can..."
"I can, actually. Something to 'remember' her by?"
"Something like that." Smirking widely, she then adds, "I wonder what it'd be like if 'he' found out about her being 'real' for a brief period of time." Mil echoes the smirk.
"You could always send 'him' a picture of her, expressing a vulgarity toward 'him'. Say, maybe, both middle fingers extended, telling 'him' to take 'his' high standards and shove them up 'his' ass, sneer on her face." Weiss gives a soft shudder at that.
"Don't tempt me, please, Mil. Don't tempt me." Mil gives a soft pout/smirk mix before speaking again.
"Aww, why not? After all, he deserves it for causing you to become so horribly jaded before coming here." Weiss sighs, nodding in agreement.
"He does…" Sighing again, she adds, "Let's get this done before I come to my senses and change my mind." Mil chortles wickedly as Weiss' face takes on a cruel sneer before her middle fingers come up. At the sound of the shutter, Weiss brings her fingers back down and blushes deeply. "I've… I've…"
"Suppressed it for far too long, Weiss. But, if you're worried about getting blowback from 'him', we could use a burner scroll we've got here to send it to him."
Weiss shakily nods as Mil brings out a burner scroll, sends the picture from Weiss' onto the burner and enters the scroll info for Jacques Schnee before sending it. She then hands Weiss' scroll back to her before speaking again.
"You might want to put the picture into a password-protected folder so if 'he' gets his grubby mitts onto your scroll, he can't access it." Nodding, Weiss does so, smiling softly. Mil noticing it. "What is it?"
"I've the perfect password. It's… what Jaune called me… well before his wedding to you three." Tears of shamed regret shimmering in her eyes, she barely registers Mil holding her into her side. Mil then sultrily whispers into her ear.
"Mel, Neo and I really don't mind sharing Jaune, Weiss. In fact, you can do it with him as yourself or Bleiss, or even both at separate times, sending 'him' the ones with Jaune and Bleiss." Weiss' blush returns full-bore to where steam practically comes out of her ears. "Mmm, you like that idea, don't you?"
"I do… I truly do… but… what if… I get… I wouldn't be able to become a Huntress so I could restore my family's honor."
"It wouldn't be the end of the world. After all, Mel, Neo and I went at it raw with Jaune, getting some nice warm baby batter into our wombs and we're happy with the possibility of having his babies." Mil gently rubs Weiss' lower belly before going on. "As for restoring your family's honor, you don't have to do it alone, Weiss. You'd have us, Jaune, your teammates, his teammates." Weiss smiles shakily.
"You're… really intent on sharing him with me…" At Mil's nod, Weiss is about to reply when her scroll chimes again. Looking at the screen, she grimaces at who it is. Remembering her current circumstance, Weiss leaves the camera off and answers it. "Hello, Father."
"Weiss, why did I get an obscene picture from a girl that looks like you? Only with dark hair and without your scar?"
"I have a dark-haired double?" Weiss' voice is filled with 'awe', with Mil stifling her amused snickers.
"Don't take that tone with me, young lady! You know full well you don't have a dark-haired double!"
"Maybe a girl liked my face and not you. So, she made herself up to look like me behind our backs." Silence is on the other end before 'he' speaks again.
"If that is the case, then how did she get my number? It's not exactly one that's easily given out, after all."
"Anyone that doesn't like you that much, that has a lot of lien, can conceivably get the information they desire." Silence once again before 'he' speaks once more.
"I'll… accept that explanation. But… why is your camera off?" Thinking quickly, Weiss smirks.
"Well, Father, I'd just gotten out of the shower and, well, I seriously doubt you'd want to see me in the nude."
"Very well. Next time we speak, I expect to see your face." With that, the call ends and Weiss sighs in relief.
"Talk about a close call." Mil gives her applause, cheerful smirk on her face.
"I think you missed your calling. You should've been an actress." Weiss blinks before giggling.