Oops; My Bad
Comedy / General
Jaune Arc / ?
Things were looking up Jaune. Thanks to his friends he was becoming a sufficiently skilled combatant. He still suffered from self-doubt, and couldn't get a date with Weiss if he was the last man on Remnant, but all and all things were going well for him and his friends. Taking a walk late one night after being shot down again, Totally self absorbed in his short comings, and vowing to get better; Jaune never noticed the beam of green energy that enveloped him.
/==/ Chapter Three /==/
Weiss was enraged. The incident in Doctor Oobleck's class was the final straw. Months of near constant harassment by Jaune, was the start of her deteriorating mental state. Add in Jaune's mind breaking magical change of gender… where the buffoon was somehow gifted better endowment than she was… no of course she wasn't jealous. That was not the end of her torment, the final lynch pins happened in the very class she had just abandoned.
Seeing her secret crush, Pyrrha Nikos claiming the worthless dolt was like a dagger to her heart. She as did everyone else knew that the Mistrailian champion was pining after the blond leader of JNPR; but she held out hope that Pyrrha would see the folly of her infatuation and turn to someone more worthy of her attention… than of course hearing the voice of the lone boy she was attracted to, call out after the spartan and the idiot. That was the final straw.
Neptune and Sun were not the only ones to raise vocal objections to Pyrrha's declaration; and in truth Weiss had no care for the monkey faunus leader of SSSN, him yelling for Nikos to "Let go of my Baby mama!" did make her eyes twitch. No, it was Neptune's cry of "Leave my future wife alone!" that caused the final break with sanity in the SDC heiress. Wiess had a deep burning need to stand beside Pyrrha, to be her partner and face the challenges of the grimm and the world as a couple. Yet, she did find Neptune attractive, and harboured a notion that maybe he could be the one that would help her get out from under her father's heel.
So in reality she was torn; attraction to both Pyrrha and Neptune… but now all she felt was betrayal and burning rage. Neptune and Sun had tried to chase after Pyrrha and Jaune… they never reached the doors. A black glyph appeared under them, and with a twitch of her eye; Weiss sent the philandering pair of miscreants careening through the air and into the far wall. The rest of her team was taken aback and in utter shock when the ice queen, mistress of decorum, leapt over her desk and bolted through the doors of Oobleck's classroom.
"Bring that HOMEWRECKER OF A HARLOT BACK!" The gathered students heard the heiress screeching, "She's going to pay for running my life!"
"UMM" Ruby hummed, looking at the remainder of her team, her silver eyes full of confusion. Blake just tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, while Yang just shrugged her shoulders. "Should we… maybe… go after her?"
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Jaune was holding on to Pyrrha as if her life depended on it. Her slender arms wrapped around the champion's neck and shoulders, as she was borne through the hallways of Beacon. Chancing a look over Pyrrha's shoulder, she "eeped". She had clearly heard Weiss' declaration, and was significantly worried about what was going to happen if her enraged Snow Angel caught up to her and her partner. She also wanted to disagree with Weiss' comments; she wasn't a homewrecker, it wasn't her fault that everyone was suddenly going strange in the head just because she was a girl.
"Don't worry, my angel… that wretched ice bitch won't ever touch you." Pyrrha assured Jaune as she carried her up the stairs, headed straight for the safety of JNPR's dorm room.
Jaune's grip tightened about Pyrrha, causing her to stumbled as slender arms wrapped about her throat in terror and suddenly cut off her breath. Jaune's eyes were wide with fear as she saw Weiss surprisingly closing upon them… closing because she was astride a white boartusk, with two other similar beasts flanking her.
"She's catching up!" Jaune wailed as she started to squirm in Pyrrha's grip, throwing the gaint of the choking spartan off even more. "She's going to hurt me!"
"How dare you destroy my life!" Weiss screamed. "You took Pyrrha and Neptune away from me! You'll pay! You'll pay! You wretched, horrid, bitch slut!"
Now Jaune was scared, and a little more than shocked and hurt by Weiss' words and the names she was calling her. Jaune thought they were friends… or well at least acquaintances, but now. Pyrrha collapsed to her knees, her grip on Jaune faltering, her face starting to turn blue, but Jaune's grip held strong; and in fact grew tighter once she realized that Weiss was closing even faster.
"Pyrrha?" Jaune ripped her arms away, releasing her stranglehold upon his partner, and now love interest? "Oh my god! I'm sorry! Pyrrha, speak to me!"
Pyrrha choked and coughed as Jaune attempted in vain to help get the larger woman back on her feet. With terror filled deep blue eyes, she saw Weiss closing, and made an executive decision. Weiss was after her, not Pyrrha, and as much as she felt wrong to do it… Jaune bolted. Ripping down the hallway as fast as her slim legs could carry her.
"Jaune, wait!" Pyrrha called out weakly from her position on all fours. It was that moment that four figures rushed past her. Three resembling white grimm, and the fourth and insanely cackling heiress.
"I will have my vengeance!"
"Weiss, please! People will know! They will talk! You'll get in trouble!" Jaune shouted over her shoulder as she tried to keep ahead of her pursuer, while also hoping to get her to see the sense in not running her down while on the back of a boartusk.
"I can make it look like an accident! I have money, people will believe me!" Weiss screamed back at her prey as she closed the gap.
Jaune slid on the tiled floor as she attempted to make a very sharp turn. Weiss saw the move and knew her noble steed wouldn't be able to make the same move, so she tensed her legs, and as she shot past the corner she dove off the back of the boartusk she was riding. Jaune had taken a second to stop and try to catch her breath. Her new form was completely out of shape. Months of hard work gone. Blue eyes opened in terrified surprise as a white haired demoness came flying at her claw like hands held out before her, rage coloured icy blue eyes.
A whirlwind of white and blond hair cascaded down the hallway as the two petite forms collided. Weiss' fingers sought and closed around the throat of her target. The blond seductress that was ruining her future. Jaune flailed her arms trying to dislodge the white haired demoness as they rolled down the hallway. Understanding that she was almost no match physically for Weiss' rage fueled grip, Jaune panicked and did the only thing that came to her mind. She reached up, grabbed Weiss by her now dishevelled pong tail and yanked her face down between her breasts. As soon as Jaune felt Weiss's face meet her breastbone, she latched both her arms around the heiress' head, locking her in place.
Weiss instantly released her grip on Jaune's throat and started to ineffectually slap and push against the only marginally taller girl. Jaune for her part held on, like a woman possessed, while biting her lip against the growing sensations of her body. Weiss's struggles and muffled screams were causing interesting feelings to flow through her… feelings that were rather nice. Slowly, Weiss' movements grew weaker and less coordinated, before soon she went completely limp in Jaune's grasp.
"Jaune?" Pyrrha's questioning voice caused Jaune to look up and seeing that her partner was okay, she gave her a weak smile, only for it to drop when she noticed the hurt look upon the spartan's face. "Jaune?"
"It's not what it looks like?" Jaune replied/asked before realizing that Weiss wasn't moving, causing a sudden wave and panic to shoot through her. "I killed her!"
Pyrrha moved to help as Jaune shoved the limp form of Weiss off of her and jumped to her feet. Avoiding Pyrrha's reaching hands, Jaune began to pace and hyperventilate.
"I killed Weiss!" She screeched, and cried in hurried gasps, "I'm going to end up in prison! I can't go to prison! I'll end up the yard bitch… passed around and abused, and forced to do things…."
"Jaune!" Pyrrha yelled as she trapped the object of her affections in her strong arms, and pressed a soft kiss to her temple. "Weiss is fine. She's breathing. You're not going to prison, I won't allow it."
"She's breathing?" Jaune asked in a whimper, looking for confirmation.
"Yes, she's breathing. You didn't kill her, sweetheart." Pyrrha confirmed as she pulled Jaune into a tighter hug while turning them to allow Jaune to see Weiss' sprawled out form. "See? Her chest is moving. She's just passed out."
Jaune sighed, and then narrowed her eyes. Weiss was indeed breathing, but she had a strange look on her face; one that Jaune couldn't really place. But in any event, she was relieved. Weiss, even though she had gone insane, was still someone she cared for, and Jaune felt really upset inside that she might have caused the heiress any pain.
"Let's go back…" Pyrrha started to speak when a shadow fell over the trio.
"Would someone like to explain?" came the stern and unwavering voice of Professor Goodwitch. "Why do I have reports of white boartusks rampaging through the halls? Why is Ms Schnee out cold on the floor? Why has Doctor Oobleck reported to me that a certain star student disrupted his class, and abducted another student? Perhaps someone would also like to let me know why my NIECE appears to have been molested?"
"It's not what it looks like?" Jaune replied/asked as she looked into the sharp green eyes of her favourite aunt.
"I…" Pyrrha started to offer an explanation, only to go silent as the trio of women heard Weiss moan.
"So soft… mommy, can I play with your boobies some more?"
Jaune choked, Pyrrha grew instantly red, and Glynda hung her head in absolute and utter defeat. She knew she was definitely too old for this shit, and internally was swearing that if Ozpin didn't fix this mess before something else ludicrous happened, she would be sending him into orbit. It was at that point that the rest of team RWBY and the remainder of team JNPR arrived… just in time to hear Weiss' breathlessly moaned admission.
"UMM, do we?" Ruby started to ask, only to have Yang place her hand on her little sister's shoulder and shake her head.
"No, we do not, Rubes. No, we do not."
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Glynda was suffering from a headache. She was tired, and annoyed. Jaune had been enough of a problem prior to the gender change. Being untrained and using illegal means to get admission to Beacon, not to mention the antics the sister teams got up to. But now it was like the gods had decided to turn the anarchy associated with her and those around her up from seven to twenty-one. She had just finished reading Doctor Oobleck's report on the disturbance in his class; which was the final step of her considerations about the entire incident. Lifting her head from her tablet, she regarded the trio seated before her.
All three were looking sheepish, and a little worse for wear. Glynda also noticed the slight crimson tint on Ms Schnee's face every time the heiress glanced at Jaune. To prevent any inappropriate behaviour, Glynda had all three spaced from each other but arrayed before her desk. She wasn't going to take any chances, considering the eyewitness statements and report from Oobleck.
"So," Glynda let her sharp eyes scan over the trio of girls. "Shall we discuss your actions, or shall I just announce how you will make amends for your behaviour."
"Auntie…"
"We are not alone, Jaune, so you WILL refer to me properly." Glynda gave her niece a stern look. "So back to my original question. Shall we discuss your inappropriate behaviour, or should we just move to how you will be punished?"
The trio said nothing, but Glynda could see that Jaune wanted to speak up. However, as much as she wanted to be entertained by some outlandish explanation from her students, she was past wanting this to drag out anymore.
"All three of you, two weeks detention with me starting tomorrow, also as it appears that Jaune's situation is causing issues, she will be removed from JNPR's dorm and take up residence with me until such time as the change she has undergone can be reversed."
"But…" Pyrrha and Jaune started to speak in unison, only to be shut down mid-sentence by a look from Glynda.
"There is no, but, and this is not a discussion. Understood?" Both Pyrrha and Jaune nodded. "Good. Ms Schnee, Ms Nikos, you may leave. I wish to speak with Jaune privately."
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Ozpin's mind was frazzled. He was dumbfounded as to how he was able to decipher the archaic text when under the influence; due to how much trouble he was having trying to do the same while stone sober. None of the ancient text was making any sense to him, as her flipped pages back and forth, even going so far as turning the book sideways to attempt any make the jumbled and chaotic script line up. It was of no use, and he dropped the yellow paged tome on his desk. Pulling his glasses off, he pinched his nose and sighed. He had no clue what he had done, or how to even start to replicate the magic used.
"There has to be a way." Ozpin muttered as he replaced his glasses and returned his attention to the book laying open before him. He stopped in mid-motion when a thought came to him. Reaching down, he pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk. Pulling out the partial bottle of Mistrallian Whisky, he set it on top of his desk next to the book. "If I keep everything with in the realm of moderation?"
Slowly he rose from his seat and moved over to the small bar situated on the far wall of his office. It was a well cared for piece of lacquered wooden furniture, holding his holy grail of a coffee maker, along with a few other items. Picking up a shot glass, Ozpin returned to his seat. Spinning the top off the bottle, he poured himself a shot.
"Hopefully this works." Ozpin muttered to himself as he lifted the shot glass to his lips. "Bottoms up."
He coughed as the harsh liquid burned its way down his throat, reminding him why he preferred to Vacuo his coffee over having straight shots. Shaking his head at the after-taste, he poured himself a second one, and after downing that one, he served himself a third in quick order; followed by a fourth.
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Coco peered around the corner. Behind her, Velvet fidgeted. The fashionista had been filled in by Velvet about what had happened at lunch and after browsing the Beacon rumour mill, which was the basically Dustbook, she had decided to stake out this blonde headed angel.
"You are sure you saw them taken to Professor Goodwitch's office?"
"Yes, I am Coco; but do you want to tell me what we are doing?"
"I'm checking out the competition, er, I mean I want to thank her for helping you."
"Coco?"
The pair from CFVY ducked back as the door to Goodwitch's office opened, and a pair of easily recognizable figures left.
"Nikos and Schnee." Coco muttered as she peeped down the hall, content to wait and see whom this girl was that stepped up to help out her Bun-Bun. "What did you say this girl's name was again?"
"I don't know, all I know is Cardin called her Arc."
"Arc, huh?" Coco bit her lip, as she wondered. The Adels and Arcs were related, and she had spent a couple of summers in Ansel with her cousins. She knew that Jaune was attending Beacon and sort of was keeping tabs on him, as any good family member would; well the fact she had been ordered to watch out for him, by her mother was a side point. So she wondered if it was one of his sisters, or maybe a cousin. She'd have to ask her mother the next time she called home. "You're sure, and you've never seen her before?"
"I'm sure Coco, and I'll admit she looked familiar, but I'm positive I've never seen her at Beacon before."
The pair squashed themselves against the wall when the office door opened again. Waiting a few seconds before peeking around the corner, Coco was utterly stunned at what she saw. She was definitely an Arc, though which one she couldn't place, maybe Noir?
"I'll leave you to gather some things from your dorm but, Jaune."
"Yes Aunt Glynda."
"I EXPECT you to be at my quarters prior to curfew. Understood?"
"I understand."
"This is for your own good, and protection young… lady, so stop being so glum. As soon as whatever this is reversed, you can be with your friends again."
Coco's mind was more than a little broken at the words she heard, and the vision she was beholding. Her mind replayed times with the Arc sisters playing fashion show with their little brother… a little brother who somehow, for some reason, was the picture of angelic innocence and sinful desire. Coco couldn't contain herself and softly started to giggle.
"Coco?" Velvet asked with a worried tone.
"She's perfect, absolutely perfect."
"Coco?"
"Distract Goodwitch." Coco ordered to the absolute surprise of her teammate and partner.
"W…wh… why?" Velvet stammered.
"Just do it." Coco snapped as she turned and grabbed the timid rabbit faunus by the shoulders, "then get your camera and met me at the boutique."
"Coco?"
"She's perfect, Vel, fucking perfect!"
"I…" Velvet paused when she noticed that the girl Professor Goodwitch had called Jaune moved off on her own as the Professor reentered her office. "Goodwitch went back into her office, she's alone?"
"Yes!" Coco squeezed Velvets shoulders, before releasing her grip and whipping around to eye the object of her fascination. "You brought the sack, right?"
"Sack? What sack?"
"The silk sack, the one I was going to shove her into when I grabbed her for questioning. You brought it, right?" Coco gave her partner a sideways glance.
"No."
"Okay… so we do this the old fashion way." Coco muttered as she returned her focus on the blond angel slowly starting to make her way towards the hidden pair of upperclassmen. 'She's coming this way!"
"Coco what?"
"I have this… go get your camera. Meet me at the boutique. Make sure you're not followed." Coco had once again grabbed Velvet by the shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes over the rim of her sunglasses. "Go."
Velvet stumbled slightly as Coco pushed off her, and rushed around the corner. A loud "EEP" was followed by Velvet witnessing Coco barrelling down the hallway past her, a small blonde girl helplessly struggling from her place draped over the fashion obsessed machine gunner's shoulder.
"Camera! Boutique! Not followed!" Coco shouted as she vanished around a corner.
Velvet stood there in shock, having just witness a straight-up abduction. The first thought in her mind was, Why her?. The second that Coco had finally lost it, and the third, she better go get her camera.
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So I'm breaking my rule, of only two chapters... just for this one. It will be at some point replaced (maybe) when I do up another starter idea.
Hoping this keeps the comedy aspects people are expecting. I am having some fun just being obserd with this, as opposed to the darkjer themes i have in otehr stories.
So I'm trying the shorter chapetsr and I'm playing with writing my new content using Google Docs with Language Tool to try and make things a little cleaner.
Let me know what you think.
A little PSA here (sort of)... if you like what I offer, and want to try an run with one of my ideas. Go ahead, all I ask is you give credit for the orginal idea where it belongs, and maybe point your readers in my direction. Anyway... comments, crituques and suggestions are always welcome. Enjoy.