Hello everyone! I'm here with a story I've been hoping to post for awhile. It's been sitting around long enough that I have a backlog of about 70k words, more on the way. I've mentioned before that while most of my ships revolve around Jaune, I have different reasons for them. Knightfall for the enemy to lovers trope, and the sadly unrealistic hope that it could happen in the show. It's really a guilty pleasure of mine to read and write. Lancaster would have to be the most realistic for me, not just for how much it feels like it's entirely possible in the show, but for how much they click and really just the large amount of wholesomeness they produce. Which is why I have a story involving Lancaster in the works, something for everybody you know. But for Dragonslayer I always felt it was the most unique and interesting ship that produced great story plots.
So hopefully this will be unique enough to keep you entertained and sate some Dragonslayer fans at the same time. I know it is helping me out when there's little posting of the ship right now. Please enjoy, and please leave a review, criticism or just stop by to say hi. Anything at all helps me improve the story for your benefit and mine.
Training Arc
CHAPTER 1 - Please Quit Your Day Job
Yang Xiao Long; ex-assassin, full time party animal, part time DJ, and all around symbol of awesomeness. At least that's what she wanted to put in her resume. The ex-assassin part really seemed like a turn off. It could be replaced with delinquent, but then it becomes the resume of a delinquent. No one wants a delinquent working for them.
Sure, she should probably add something about her degrees and where she graduated, but it doesn't really add any pizazz to it. Catching the eye of the employer is one of the most important parts of gaining a job. Oh well, might as well just put everything in the resume. The Headmaster of Beacon would totally like a bodyguard who's a jack of all trades. Nothing could go wrong with that.
The resume was only needed as a formality. Unofficially, Yang had come into contact with Professor Ozpin after one of her gigs (DJ, not killing anyone) at the school. He'd recognized her from the Remnant blacklist and from the last time they had met, which had actually been a good while, impressive. It was easy to assume that the whole reason Yang had been invited to DJ was for that meeting. She would like to assume that it was because of her amazing skills. Though, officially, she was being scouted as a personal bodyguard. Which is the cause of the resume.
She sighed. Being an average citizen on its own was pretty tiring, but all the extra work was wearing her out. It'd only been a year since she'd stopped working as an assassin. Shade Academy had decided that she should take a "break" after one particularly good looking assignment had maybe, possibly, could have, not actually been killed. Totally not her fault. Abs like that would have been a crime to ruin.
Apparently being one of the top assassins and trained by the Headmaster didn't give you any leeway either. It was practically illegal to kill something that adorable. Even if they are an international arms dealer that sneaks weapons to the bad guys through stuffed ponies.
So, here she was. Still on her "break". Yang pushed away from the table, figuring that she could cure her lack of motivation to write any more with some good 'ol milk and cookies. Just like her sister always used to insist they did. Not even the magnificent view of the telephone pole from the balcony would cheer her up.
The sun had already begun its descent as Yang made her way to the couch. Not a bad day for an assassination, if she dis say so her-
"ACHOO!"
-self. Wow, that was a good one. Anyway, most assassins say that night is the best time for a silent job. But Yang thought that a setting sun is one of the best points in a day for it. Play your cards right and a single glint to blind your target will give you a perfect opening. Plus it's way less work then all the planning that goes into a night assassination.
'Work smarter, not harder'. That's what the Headmaster used to say at least. It probably included a few more paragraphs of knowledge stuff, but Yang assumed that was the main theme. Honestly, she was more focused on the "armor" and fighting at the Academy than learning.
Her awesome seamstress/armor instructor Miss Jelavic always said: "Stun your targets with yourself, then a flashbang." Definitely a fan of her work, both her assassinations and clothing creations. She's actually coming for tea next weekend.
Fighting wasn't just hand to hand combat and whatever squirt gun everyone was taught to handle. It was everything Yang could have imagined and everything she hadn't. It went from a dinky pocket glocks to a Desert Eagle, a sword to a chainsaw, even a table lamp to a foam finger.
Man, all this assassination flashback stuff was reminding her of something. It can't be the cookies and milk. Yang already ate most of the cookies and drank all the milk. Groaning as she pushed herself up, she headed toward her fridge to grab some more milk. The milk-stache disappeared from her lip as she subconsciously wiped it, more focused on whether she was thinking about the always annoying problem of having more dip than chips and vice versa or that one time she had to be a bodyguard on Christmas in Vale.
A small squeak of floorboards interrupted her thinking.
Ah, that's what she forgot about. The intruder. Since Yang was on the second floor, that must've been the fifth step squeaking. Man, she hated that step. Not much anymore, though. The intruder was just about up the stairs as Yang finished pouring the milk down the sink. What a valiant waste, giving up your support for the deliciousness of cookies for her. It won't be in vain.
Yang made her way to the wall closest to her, situated on the corner of the hallway from the stairs. More squeaking reverberated throughout the house as they opened and closed doors. As the third squeak came around, which meant one more door to go, Yang looked around to find out her intruder was quite the attractive man. A sleeveless hoodie, with cargo shorts is not too shabby. Problem is that while you're able to carry a ton of more tools for an assassination, but sacrifice speed and stealth. Too much ruffling, and just horrible fashion sense. At least the sleeveless hoodie brought out his biceps.
She assumed the intruder was an assassin based on that. But the dead, heh, giveaway is the dual short swords. The fourth squeak reached her ears and Yang flung her head back behind the corner. She was lucky. He was more focused on searching, he wasn't very aware of his surroundings. Quite the rookie mistake if she did say so herself.
She took a quiet, slow breath and swung her glass around the corner. The glass shattered and sprinkled on the floor, small tinks accompanied them. Yang quickly slammed the assassin against the closest wall with her left forearm, pressing hard against his collarbone. Though she was dominant with her right hand, which had the other half of the broken glass, she still had a good amount of strength in her left. Totally strengthened by months of training.
Yang pushed the glass poking the chin of the assassin, getting slightly distracted by the fact that he only had a hoodie on. Which became evident as it was creating a great peek in the chesticle area. He definitely paid attention in armor class, at least in the distraction aspect. Not so much with the armor part.
"So, uh, first of all, I'm Yang. Yang Xiao Long. Also known as Firecracker to most, probably you too. It's because one time at band camp…" A scowl was all she received. "Oh, manners. Uh, so, what's your name?"
Something wet slide down her cheek. Did he just spit on her?! "Okay, wow. Not cool. Like, I can't even wipe it off. Am I not speaking in the right language? Sabes que eres muy atractiva?"
His scowl deepened, but a slight tinge of red showed up on his cheeks. "Ha! Okay, well since you're so fun I'll let go. But please don't run. I don't want to get the origami out." Oh, maybe she should try something less complicated. Spanish is too hard. "Do. Not. Run. You. Regret. It."
"I can understand English and Spanish. I mean come on."
Yang exhaled in relief, "Man, that's great because that one sentence was the best I've got." Silence. Tough crowd. She let go of the yet-to-be-named-assassin and headed back over to the fridge, stopping to sweep the glass away with her foot. The assassin shifted behind Yang, but something didn't seem right.
She went with her gut and spun around, raising the broken glass bottle in defense. And surprise, surprise, there he is with his two swords drawn. Both come down, parallel and possibly aimed to chop her arms off. Smart, because what can someone do without arms? Actually a lot, but the bleeding out would definitely limit them.
Crossing her arms, Yang's left hand redirecting the sword to only skim my clothing and right hand doing the same with the bottle. After dropping the bottle, she quickly rushed forward, throwing a right hook to stun, then grabbing the wrists of the assassin and pulling him towards her. A knee to the chest and the hard twisting of his arms sufficed to make him drop the swords.
She expected that to happen and already had commandeered the swords before they hit the ground. The assassin seemed to be left handed, meaning she should probably go for the said hand for an incapacitation. But since it was better to be safe than sorry Yang gave him a quick shove and drove the blades into his shoulders. A loud cry was what she received, along with a slight amount of struggling, but ultimately the assassin fell relatively silent as he fell into unconsciousness. Yang rushed to get the Neosporin and a few bandages.
This is the dream. Yang sat on the couch, watching some show that involved ponies. She was currently waiting for the assassin to wake up, whose head was situated on top of her lap. She'd patched him up quickly, impressing herself with how well she did it, but he has yet to wake up.
"Ughh."
Speaking of the assassin. Yang looked down to see that he had slightly opened his eyes, gently rubbing them soon after. They opened up wider as he looked around, and fully opened once he looked up to see me. Struggling ensued.
Once he realized that he couldn't get off the couch, after some persuasion from my tight grip on his damaged shoulders (oops), he stopped and stared at her. "First of all, why didn't you kill me? Second of all, why do I only have on such an abnormally tight t-shirt and some sweatpants? Lastly, why am I on your lap?"
Yang gasped in an exaggerated manner, "So you are talkative! Well, person whose name I don't know, since you're such a sweet little cooperative thang I suppose I can do a Q and A." She looked down for his reaction, which, surprise, was a scowl.
A shift to a more comfortable position, his head still on my lap. "Okay, let's get down to business. Let's get the first question over with since it'll probably take the longest to explain. I didn't kill you for a few reasons. One, because, like I said, you're hot. Two, I'm on 'vacation'." She made sure to add air quotes. "Doing so would just ruin the experience. Plus, I wouldn't have been able to do this." Gesturing to the assassin laying his head on her lap.
"Lastly, three, I'd like to know more about you. All these questions have a price ya know. As for your second question, I had to change your clothes because they were bloody. And-"
"You stripped me?!"
"I had to stitch up your shoulders." The assassin gave Yang a, heh, murderous glare. "Hey, don't worry, I had my eyes closed the whole time." He narrowed his eyes. "You don't believe me."
The assassin scoffed, "Not even a bit."
"Hey, I've defused a bomb with a rubber band, gum, and a paperclip. I'm pretty sure that changing some clothing and stitching pale in comparison."
"How am I supposed to believe you, when all you did was reference a movie?"
Yang grinned, "Okay, so maybe I peeked a little bit. I hope you're happy to know that I quite enjoyed the view. Sure the groaning and occasional yelling didn't help, but I give the overall experience an eight out of ten."
Noticing she had succeeded in making him blush Yang went to the next question, "Anyway, you're on my lap because the couch is comfy and you're on it, so this was the compromise. Plus you need the rest. Oh, and I've always wanted to be a lap pillow. Do those answer your questions, handsome?"
The assassin sighed, "Yes, all except one, I guess."
"And that is?"
"How long do you plan on keeping me here?"
She tapped her chin in thought, "Ah, well, I kinda wanted to keep you for, like forever. But I guess I can decide after you answer my questions."
He gestured for me to continue, most likely already given up hope of escaping. "So, first off, let's start with something simple. What's your name?"
"It's Jaune Arc, sweet simple, rolls off the tongue. Ladies love it."
Yang grinned, "This lady concurs. Now, let's get a little more into this interrogation. What's your age? Why are you here? Are you currently single? Who do you work for?"
Jaune sighed, "Same age as you, twenty-six. I'm, obviously, here to eliminate you. More specifically, because of the threat you impose on the Headmaster. Yes, I am. I work for Beacon, under Instructor Ember. Is that good enough?"
"You work for Sparky? Oh, she's a jerk, but I guess she somewhat knows what she's doing. Now, do you know Reaper? Because she is the bomb! I had her do a fly-over during one of my shows, it was 'cause of a bet she lost, and the crowd loved it! Anyway, back to the unaliving part of this." Yang rubbed an imaginary beard in thought. "I still don't understand why you want to kill me. Like, you work for Beacon Academy. They're pretty much the most skilled assassin company, the only company that even rivals them would be like Shade Academy."
Really the only difference between the two is the mindset. Shade assassins are more for eliminate everything, celebrate with a beer. The Beacon assassins are like, the exact opposite, where they plan everything out, go in pairs and go after the exact target, keeping collateral damage at a low. It's why they're the more popular of the two. Along with the reason for being the Headmaster's go-to people for when they need something more, say, under-the-radar done.
"I mean, sure, the two companies are practically enemies, but it's not like we've tried to kill each other before. But I still don't understand why you'd want to, or have to, kill me."
Jaune raised his hand, "I can answer that, but I need to know something else first. Are you planning to kill Professor Ozpin?"
"What?! No, why? Like, my upcoming job is to bodyguard him, not kill him."
Jaune nodded his head, "Well, it seems I may be able to answer your question, Miss Xiao Long. If you are telling the truth, that is. But, nonetheless, it seems we were both set up."
He paused, after a few seconds Yang realized that he was waiting for her approval to continue. She shook her head a few times and he began his explanation, "I was sent here to kill you, yes, but the reason behind my assignment was because Instructor Emerald told me that she'd heard plans of you planning to kill Professor Ozpin. Which could be a really bad mix up of her overhearing the Professor talking about you being a bodyguard, but that seems highly unlikely…"
Jaune's continued explanation of why it was most likely a setup became background noise as Yang thought about what to do. This could definitely become a problem. She had to get in contact with Ruby. Emerald was most likely a member of the Infiltration Squad of Shade. Which meant her assassination would be taking out loose ends.
Yang couldn't go to the Academy yet, Jaune was still recovering. Her only worry would be that Emerald had already found out. Though, most likely, she wouldn't become suspicious for at least another week. As was mentioned before, Beacon took their time planning ops, and a week for one mission is considered a quick and efficient success.
Sure, she could probably give Rubes a call, but Yang really didn't want to risk it in case Emerald actually had some kind of wiretap or, really anything that would track a warning coming in from any electronics. The best plan was to get Jaune to recover enough to get him back to the Academy, who had way better medical treatment then she could ever give, then get to Ruby after she dropped him off at the infirmary. Plus, Professor Ozpin was already expecting her for a meeting at some point, so she shouldn't expect any resistance.
Yang looked down and prepared to tell Jaune the plan, but stopped once she saw he was peacefully sleeping. She smiled…definitely living the dream. Yang slowly and carefully got up from the couch, cupping his head, definitely his head, not those biceps, never, and placed him back on the couch gently. She went to go about her business, but not before placing a kiss on his bice-head.
Jaune was recovering quickly. It had only been a day or so and Yang should already be able to move him to the Academy by tomorrow. Though most of taking care of him resulted in her having to carry or help him to someplace. Most of the time it was the bathroom, which didn't give some remarkable moments. She'd rather not think about those times.
There were times when he wanted to move somewhere different from the couch, places around the house like the porch or maybe just the chair next to the couch. The night after he had come Yang put him in the guest bed. He particularly liked how comfy it was, though he wouldn't tell me that he did. The best example for me to deduce that was when he had the covers wrapped tightly around himself and was cuddling the pillows while he was asleep. She took a picture immediately after, it's her wallpaper now.
Currently, Jaune and Yang were sitting on the porch. He had wanted to get some fresh air, saying that the house was getting boring and too cramped. The porch wasn't too small or really big, in her opinion at least. It had a simple set up of two chairs, a couch of sort, more like a love seat kind of deal, along with a table in the middle of it. There was one small table on one side of the couch in between it and one of the other chairs for whatever was needed.
It held some books Yang had been planning on reading, but hadn't gotten to. The porch was on the second floor and was nice to walk around on during the day, since the wood was smooth enough to feel good when it was slightly heated. But the view wasn't that great since she had chosen a neighborhood near the outskirts of Vale for her assignment. She had already been considering the job and moving there before she had to "find a better fit for her skills".
Seriously, the higher ups sounded like a board of directors for some business corporation firing some worker for being too lazy and didn't want to hurt their feelings. Just because of one slip up. Like, sure, the weapons dealer was building a quantum computer and stuff to, maybe, slightly, take over the world. But you don't just kill a hot dude.
Plus there wasn't just one hot dude, there were more. Honestly it probably would've been a worse crime to kill them then prevent a takeover of the world. Yang thought it would be in good hands if it was controlled by them. She was totally not biased or anything.
Speaking of hot dudes, one just happened to be in the vicinity. Yang looked over to Jaune. He seemed to be looking a lot better, more so than he already had. It seemed like just a good a time as any to find out more about him. Not about his skills as an assassin or more on how he found out about her, none of that stuff really. She just wanted to know the good and simple stuff.
Yang turned toward Jaune to give him her full attention, "Hey Arc, I've got some questions for you."
Jaune lazily turned his head, fully content with basking in the sun, "Yeah, what's up Yang?"
Yang hadn't actually planned what to ask, so she said the first thing that popped into her mind, "So, how many inches are you?"
Well, that's a shade of red she had never seen. Jaune regained his composure and grinned, "Oh a reasonable seven. Don't worry I won't even ask about your double D's."
"How do you even know that?!"
He scoffed, "I would think it's quite obvious Firecracker. Anyone at Beacon has to know everything about their target. Just in case. And I like to be extra thorough with my planning. If we're getting into that, why don't we discuss the Christmas incident?"
Yang gasped, "Okay! Okay! How about we just talk about the really simple stuff. Like, say...your favorite color. Yeah, how about that?"
Jaune gave a sly smile, obviously showing he knew he'd won. Yang felt like it came from some character in a movie. "I like blue and red, they complement each other well. And how 'bout you Yang?"
She scrunched my face up (that's possible, right?) in nervousness, "Uh..blue. I like blue too." She regained her composure, "So, a slightly more serious question." Jaune raised an eyebrow. "Heh, yeah. Uh, how long have you been working as an assassin?
He nodded slightly, Yang had passed apparently, "Well, actually, this was supposed to be my first assignment. I hope to get another chance, once this is cleared up with Commander Rose and Professor Ozpin, that is."
Yang hummed in agreement, "So, I heard that you've got to do a solid fifteen plus years before you're considered a possible Master Assassin, or at least a chance to be one. What's the deal with that stuff?"
"Yes, you need at least fifteen years of experience before you even have a chance of becoming a Master Assassin. I hope to become one, as do all other Trainees working for Beacon. But it requires, at the least, a recommendation from Commander Rose, one hundred successful missions, and to pass the test given to you by one of the Professors themselves."
Yang grinned, "Sounds cool. Do you ever think you'll be doing anything after? Or at least some hobbies during R and R?"
Jaune scratched his nine o' clock shadow in thought. So hot. "I don't think I'll get to the point to where I would want to retire if I made it to Master Assassin. But, I suppose, I would like to learn how to play the guitar during my free time."
Yang gently gasped, "I could totally hook you up! I've got this guy, Sun Wu Kong, who owns a big music store in the Crystal Empire. It deals with, like, anything you can think of that even vaguely relates to music. Partly a huge gun store too, funny enough."
"I would love to. But you understand, as much as I want to, I still can't fully trust you. It will be that way until we go to the Academy and find out if you really are planning to assassinate the Professor or not. And if you are, and you try to escape from the Academy, you won't make it out alive. Do you understand Miss Xiao Long?"
Yang sighed, "Yeah, I got it. Prove innocence. Find culprit. Get reward, or recognition. And finally, get the girl, well man." She propped her feet up on the table, winking at Jaune. "But let's do that all tomorrow. I'm not feeling it today. It's too hot out. Plus, then I can say 'all in a day's work.' or some cheesy, awesome, one liner."
The Academy was way bigger than it seemed like on the brochure. It was included in the letter (who sends letters nowadays anyway?) Yang got from the Professor, specifically made for when she came, or didn't come, to accept the bodyguarding job. She liked it, plus, as a bonus, it was free. Yang always liked free stuff.
Jaune and Yang made their way to the administration desk to check in or whatever you've gotta do when you check into an Academy for some of Remnant's deadliest assassins. The front desk lady seemed slightly taken aback after Yang walked up to the desk. She was a little curious as to why, because even though she was well known in Shade, she wouldn't expect to be well known at Beacon.
Yang looked around the desk and wall behind it while pondering the reason and her eyes eventually landed on the wall behind the desk. It had ten profile-like pictures on the wall numbered one to ten from left to right. Thinking it was peculiar Yang skimmed the pictures and noticed one of them was her. The number above listed her was six, six for what? I looked above the pictures, in large black letters it said: MOST DANGEROUS SHADE ASSASSINS.
"Are you kidding me?! I'm only number six?!" I turned to Jaune, "Do you see this, Arc?!"
Jaune sighed, "I do Yang, every time I have to go to work. Which is almost every day." He looked toward the receptionist. "We're here to talk to Commander Rose, is she available?"
The receptionist blinked a few times before responding, "Ah, let me check." They quickly grabbed the nearest phone and began calling Ruby. It didn't take long until they were done talking. "Commander Rose is busy currently, but she said to tell you two to wait outside her door. Trainee Arc should be able to show you the way. And, you, Miss Xiao Long, need one of these.
The lady fished around the desk a bit before handing her a stick on thing that said "My name is _. I'm just visiting! (Do not kill)". Subtle. Yang scribbled Yang Xiao Long in the blank after she grabbed the pen the lady had in her other hand. She kept the pen though. Maybe that would teach those idiots at Shade to put her at sixth!
Yang and Jaune made their way to Rube's abode. The trek was long and supplies quickly dwindled from a KitKat and some Skittles to nothing. Jaune wasn't faring much better with his wounds from the viscous tiger that we encountered. The soles of Yang's feet burnt like her hottest mixtape as she continued what seemed a fruitless endeavor. But there! Over yonder there was hope! It seemed to be salvation. The door, the place they had been searching for over a fortnight.
She stopped just short of it. Something didn't feel right. It was like it had been with Jaune, except lighter and didn't smell nearly as nice. It seemed like danger was there, but all there was in the hallway were a crap load of doors. It was just a really long hallway. Yang shook her head, pushing it off as too much suspicion from being in an ex-enemy's training grounds. Too many potential assassins.
More importantly, she had to get Jaune to go to the infirmary and get her wounds checked. Hopefully she doesn't get charged for destruction of private property. "Hey, Jauney, shouldn't you get going to the infirmary. I mean, I get that I probably did an awesome job, but learning that stuff wasn't one of my priorities when I trained to become an assassin. Ruby's my little sister, so I don't think I'll be in danger or anything."
"'Tis lovely of you to think of me Yang, but you need someone to watch you." He mumbled something quickly after. She could've sworn he said, at least Yang hoped, preferably from behind. It seemed like he was saying it in a good way too.
"Fine, fine. Do what you want." Yang knocked on the door with Ruby's name, hoping she'd answer and they wouldn't have to wait. But something different happened.
The door behind her opened, and Yang's danger senses kicked in, making her all tingly. Most liked to call it a gut feeling, but she said it was experience. Through her peripheral vision she saw Emerald. Who had apparently just come from a workout, because she was dressed in some tight yoga pants and a sports bra, along with a sweat rag of some sort hanging from her shoulders.
Which turned out to be pretty sweaty. Yang found this out after Emerald proceeded to try and choke her with the sweat rag! Yang went for the first place she thought would benefit her the most; Emerald's boob. She grunted a bit, which would be expected of a Master Assassin. But seeing as Yang was rapidly losing air, she figured she might as well actually do something. Yang elbowed her again, gave a quick stomp to a foot, and ran towards the opposite wall. Which, by the way, did not really help with getting air back.
Yang continued to run straightforward, but went up the wall and over Emerald while keeping her hands on the rag. This effectively switched their positions, except Yang remembered to deny all routes of escape by wrapping her legs around Emerald's own. Quickly after she slumped forward, but Yang still held on a little bit longer to make sure.
The door was still ajar as Ruby had rushed over to the commotion and was currently standing outside the said doorway. Yang grinned at her shocked reaction and waved, "Hey Crater Face!"
"Sis? You weren't supposed to be here for another week."
Shortly after, Yang and Jaune were seated in two of the seats in front of Ruby's desk. Emerald had been carried away to wherever they wanted to take her, while we were in Rube's office to be questioned about the whole fiasco. In a short time Yang had given her a rundown of what had happened in the past week and she didn't seem all that surprised. Yang also didn't add certain things, because those would be relayed to her personally and unofficially.
"So, Oscar just notified me that Emerald had been in contact with Cinder. Any thoughts on that Yang?"
Yang gave herself a few seconds to think, glancing over to Jaune, who had all his attention and, hopefully, trust focused on her. He was quite angry over the fact that his intelligence had been dunked on and T-bagged by Emerald. He'd somehow been used, and Yang had a feeling it was because of her.
"I have a theory, but I can't confirm it because I don't really have any evidence. But, nonetheless, it seems like Emerald could be apart of the Infiltration Squad of Shade Academy. Most likely here because they wanted to keep an eye on everything." Yang sighed. "But, in all likelihood, she was activated because of me. But she most likely had gotten lazy and didn't want to leave here. Because, obviously, you'd have to blow your cover. Which led to her finding a way to get Jaune an assignment to kill me."
Both Jaune and Ruby were still paying attention. Yang waited a bit to gather her thoughts before continuing, hoping they were believing her. "So, that still begs the question, why did she want to kill me? Think about it. I'm going to be tasked with being a personal bodyguard for Professor Ozpin. Those Shade Academy dimwits don't want any information, especially information that could destroy them, getting out."
Ruby nodded, "Which is why Emerald sent Jaune to kill you. And then tried it herself. I hadn't paid attention to what she put through as Jaune's first mission. Emerald had gained my trust enough that I thought she would make a wise decision for the first mission of one of the most promising Trainees we've had in awhile."
Jaune blushed, Yang glared, Ruby smiled innocently at her. "You're dead to me." Yang silently mouthed.
Ruby continued, "Anyway, if the Professor trusts you with his life Yang I don't see any reason I shouldn't trust you, other than being the best big sister. Plus there's not any evidence pointing against you. Just be a little careful, we need you alive to guard the Professor. Now," She waved them off, "you need to get Jaune to the infirmary. I have a ton of paperwork to go through."
Yang and Jaune got up, but at the doorway Yang stopped. "Hey, Rubes?"
Ruby looked up from her papers. "Yeah?"
"Who's taking over Arc's training?"
Ruby's grin returned, "I was thinking about taking it over. But I hear there's a great assassin coming in to guard the Professor. I was thinking of asking if she could take on a side job when the Professor isn't needing guarding."
"Hmm, I think she'd be alright with it." Yang waved goodbye and caught up with Jaune, keeping pace in case he needed help.
They soon arrived at the infirmary. Yang helped him lay down on one of the beds and called one of the doctors over. One of them had already noticed them and came over, he had a nametag with Flynt on it. Totally knew that because she was looking for it, not at something else.
"So, do you want me to drive you home? I can wait for them to check you out and everything, I've got nothing better to do."
Jaune chuckled, "I don't think that they're going to let me go after I was stabbed by two swords Yang. But thank you for the offer, I live in the dorms provided for Trainees and Teachers on campus so I should be fine."
Yang hummed in acceptance, "Well, you know, I heard that the only reason Trainees stay in the dorms is because they can't afford to stay anywhere. And it just so happens that I've been feeling pretty lonely. I was thinking about getting a roommate and I also was wondering if you wanted to be said roommate. With paying the proper expenses of course."
"That would be awesome Yang, but you said yourself, the reason I'm in there is because I can't afford living anywhere else."
Yang smiled slyly, "Well, I'm sure we can work something out. If you're-" Flynt tapped me on the shoulder. There's a word for people like you.
Flynt gestured toward the door, "We need to do some surgery on Trainee Arc, only medical staff will be allowed in for awhile. Please wait outside after you finish up." He walked away shortly after.
Yang turned back to Jaune, having stopped at the door, hoping he would actually accept her offer. Because, while it would be great to be able to take over his training, having him close would be...beneficial. It would be fun to have Jaune there too. Being alone in a big house does get lonely, plus Yang would be able to watch his training more closely and help him improve much faster with his skill.
It seemed like quite a while before he answered. He really did seem to consider it, thinking over every detail of Yang's sincerity. All this had led up to a chance. A chance to go from hunter and target to student and teacher to master and pupil to something beyond that. To a great pairing of skill, mind, and everything else.
"Okay, Yang. Come back here." Yang walked over to him, but still stood. "I think that would be great. Especially because I'll be able to pay rent eventually and," He matched her previous sly smile. "I'll hold you to what you said about finding a different way." He paused for a breath, "But for now I have to get better for all the training and whatever else you'll have in store for me. So…" He grabbed my shirt and pressed his lips against mine. "Until then, you'll have to wait."
"Uh, huh."
There we go! One chapter down, plenty to go. I'll put out the next one in a decent time, we'll see considering it's the longest out of the ones I have saved. I want to make sure there aren't too many kinks before I post it. Hopefully soon, but just keep an eye out I guess. Hopefully you enjoyed reading it, if you did please stick around. I have many more words to post. Have a great day!