Jaune sat on his bed, which had been pulled to the center of the room. His elbows where on his knees, his hands clasp together and his head bowed. He kept his eyes closed as he breathed calmly. Next to him was Cardin, all tied up and with a black eye. He had been pushing himself all year up until now, training hard almost all hours of his free time, ignoring anything else that didn't involve being a hunter.

His friends felt the sting of the friendly aura he gave off, which they all had become accustomed to, with it being replaced by something akin to a machine. Emotion ran wild with them as well, as Pyrrha was suddenly dating Cardin of all people. The surprising part was how happy they both seemed, and that Jaune was utterly indifferent to the sudden news, or so it seemed.

So why did he have him tied up, with a black eye?

Jaune had been pushing himself, but he still lacked skill. His grades in classes, both grimm studies and history, had been slipping to just bellow the average grade and Goodwitch carelessly insulted him, with eloquence, demeaning his improved skills, destroying whatever confidence he had built up.

Think about what that does to someone; they work their ass off, day in and day out, forcing themselves to get better, letting minor things slip away just so they can have room to grow, when it's all pushed out from under them with a small speech of how pathetic they are, and with the news that one of the reasons they worked hard for doesn't need them anymore. The answer to that question, at least for the witnesses of this tale, was to find their friend wrecking an entire room with his bare hands, costing them thousands of dollars worth of damage repair.

Jaune had a breakdown and was taken to be psychologically evaluated, which led to now.

Jaune was to take anti-psychotics for the next three months, as well as anxiety medications to help even him out. His team was supposed to make sure their leader took his meds, but found every single one of his bottles, even the ones Nora had stashed away, completely empty. By the time they found out Cardin's team was asking for him, and Ozpin was informed.

Ozpin was fairly calm about this, and simply told all three teams to remain calm while he sorted everything out. He put his scroll on speaker for everyone to hear.

"I want everyone to remain quiet. If you speak out, you leave this room. Understood?" Everyone nodded and waited. The ringing stopped and the familiar voice of their friend spoke, although there was something about it that made everyone nervous.'

"Elo?"

"Hello Mr. Arc, can you hear me?"

"Of course I can hear you, there's nothin' wrong with my hearing you cunt." Ruby flinched, genuinely scared of his tone.

"...What is it, Mr. Arc." Jaune chuckled before responding in a very mocking tone.

"What is it Mr. Arc!?" A pause. "I'm sitting here with Cardin, and I'm gonna snap his FUCKIN' NECK AND STICK IT UP HIS ASS IF I DON'T GET WHAT I WANT!" Ozpin breathed, feeling the tension in the room growing with every passing nanosecond that he remained quiet.

"...What do you want?"

"What do I want?" There was an audible sigh before Jaune responded, very calmly, as if his emotions did a complete 180. "What have you got?" Ozpin remained quiet. "Still there ya cunt? I want an answer!"

"Well, that's completely up to you, isn't it?" A groan came from the phone.

"Well I'm done here, you useless cunt." Jaune hung up leaving the room quiet as he looked at Cardin and took off his sweater, leaving him in a blue muscleshirt. He flexed and stretched before smiling at his former bully. "You might wanna keep your head down, this'll get messy."


A shitty prose story.

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