Very short chapter.
There was pain and suffering (writers block) for my friend and I on this one.
We tried to put in the song without getting all tangled into the setting. Oof. Next chapter will pop up later in the day, maybe...
Chapter 4:
Jaune loitered behind Weiss as she hissed at the blond boy, ready to draw her rapier; Myrtenaster, and stab the boy for every A Minor he had played in her presence. Also, an extra stab for singing Why Can't We be Friends? – War when she tried to confront the little girl in red who blew up her Dust supplies.
All that aside, she will have to admit. This Jaune fellow is a good singer and a musician. Though that doesn't exactly put him on her good side.
"Please don't stab me." Jaune half-whimpered.
He's also very good at reading people's intentions and thoughts. Great…
Weiss silently sighed, "Why did the academy put your stuff near mines?"
"Is that a question for me, or the academy?"
"That was a rhetorical question."
"Oh. Got it."
The two went silent as they reached the third storage room that housed their luggage. Weiss retrieved her nightgown from her suitcase and held it close to her chest as she turned towards Jaune, glaring daggers at him.
Jaune felt her glares stabbing at the base of his neck as he hoisted his sound synthesizer and white silk pajamas from his luggage. It was a good thing he ditched his wooly onesie for something nicer. After wearing in front of a mirror, and being mocked by his sisters, Jaune decided to change his nightwear to something less… Humiliating.
"Can you stop glaring at me. I'm getting uncomfortable and I am also not a pervert." He groaned, unlocking his specialized scroll that is his sound synthesizer. A wide, transparent screen appeared in front of him as he checked the battery before collapsing it.
"You are assuming." Weiss huffed as she was about to exit the storage room.
Jaune quickly stops her, "Okay… But before you go, shall I play a brief song for you? Take it as an apology as well. You might even find it inspiring or intriguing."
Weiss paused at this and decided to add her own terms of condition to his 'apology'. "Will you never talk to me afterward?"
"Sure?"
"Your response was not affirmative enough."
"Sure." He shrugged, "Just a heads up, I can read a person's soul, so… You might wonder how I would know certain things."
Weiss narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean you can read a person's soul?"
He didn't answer as he opened his synthesizer and started playing Cold as Ice – Foreigner.
"He's as cold as ice,
He's willing to sacrifice their love."
The heiress looked peeved as she crossed her arms, staying silent and listening. After all, she was a bit curious about what he meant by reading a person's soul. Not to mention Weiss was impressed that he had perfectly described someone she knew all too well. Her uncaring and unloving father. In song no less.
"He never takes advice,
Someday, he'll pay the price, I know
I've seen it before
It happens all the time
You're closing the door
You leave the world behind
He's digging for gold
Yet throwing away
A fortune in feelings
But someday he'll pay."
"Mr. Arc." Glynda Goodwitch appeared behind them, cutting Jaune off from singing the next verse. "I hope you do realize that it is nighttime. You can have all the time to play and sing during the initiation, tomorrow." She said sternly with a cold expression.
Jaune and Weiss gulped as they felt the deputy's stare freezing their insides.
"S-sorry, Professor Goodwitch."
"My apologies as well," Weiss said with a curtsy bow.
Glynda nodded as she dragged Jaune with her. "Thank you. If you excuse us, the headmaster and I would like to speak with Mr. Arc here."
"I see. I wish you a good evening, Professor Goodwitch. Oh, and Jaune?"
His eyes met hers. "Yes?"
"You can dismiss what I made you promise earlier," Weiss said haughtily as she walked off to change into her nightgown.
"Uhm… Okay."
"Come now, Mr. Arc. The headmaster would like to have a few words with you."
Pardon my grammar.
