I'm back. To be fair, this chapter had been done weeks ago it just took me too long to actually reread through it and stuff. So yeah.

Steve doesn't like that kind of language.

"I approve!"

"Selina, no!" Glynda retorted.

The Headmistress groaned and slumped in her seat. She then proceeded to pout and fold her arms as a child would. "Why not? It's just like those love stories we used to watch together!"

"There is no love here!" Jaune shouted, gesturing to his situation with his one free arm. The other had been claimed by Cinder who held it in an affectionately deadly vice with the biggest smile on her face. "In what world do you see this as love!?"

"A perfect world," his fellow blonde replied dreamily as she proceeded to swoon.

"Why would I even think to ask you..." Jaune grumbled flatly. "Professor Goodwitch, please, I would rather not resort to violence here."

"Cinder, would you be so kind as to release Mister Arc? He is visibly uncomfortable with your actions."

"Extremely uncomfortable," he growled.

"Mmmm, but I don't wanna," the younger woman half whined, half moaned. It was very similar to that of a spoiled teenage girl. She tightened her arms around his, trapping it between her breasts as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Are you truly uncomfortable with me, Jaune?"

"Yes!" He answered with zero hesitation and a deep amount of venom. A shiver shot up her spine and she hummed with satisfaction at the cutthroat response. As she squirmed at the warm, tingly sensation running through her, the young woman pulled at his arm, forcing his hand to trace over her stomach before being pulled closer to something he did not want to go anywhere near.

He yanked his hand away, her grip having loosened, face growing slightly red as he backed away. Cinder pulled her hands to her cheeks, trying to calm the heavy blush that took over her face. Jaune, on the other hand, rubbed his hand furiously, as if trying to rid himself of her mark.

Salem chuckled lightly. "Isn't love magical, Glynda?"

"That isn't love!" "This isn't love!"

Jaune and Glynda shouted simultaneously. The Headmistress only laughed heartily, further irritating the other two who glared at her. Cinder started to murmur to herself, her cheeks dusted red as she entered her own little world of imagination.

"You two are so easy to tease," Salem replied, wiping a lone tear from the corner of her eye.

"I'll put you in a box and push you off a cliff!" Jaune shouted. There was a good amount of him that wanted to follow through with that promise.

"Oh dear," Salem fauxed concern. "Glynda, Jaune is bullying me. You'll save me, right?"

"I'll help seal the box..."

"Glyndy!" The Headmistress cried out.

"What even is your relation to her?" Jaune asked, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder to the bane of his existence. Cinder seemed to have finally started to recover from her vivid imagination, her face flushed.

"Hm? She's my daughter, of course," Salem answered as if it was obvious.

Jaune blinked. "Like... daughter, daughter?"

"Is there any other kind?"

"Well, I just knew of a different situation between 'mothers and daughters', so I just wanted to be sure," he replied quickly. The mood shifted as Salem and Glynda picked up on what Jaune had been hinting at. "Call it personal curiosity that history doesn't always repeat and the situation is as you say."

"Ah, I see. Then I shall assure you that you have nothing to worry about. Despite her own weird and awkward nature, Cinder is a good girl at the end of the day."

Arms wrapped around Jaune's waist and he went stiff immediately as two mounds pressed into his back. A chin grazed over his shoulder and someone blew a gentle flow of warm air that tickled his ear.

"That's right, Jaune, I'm a good girl~. Although..." Her hands rubbed up and down his chest and stomach, making him shiver in extreme discomfort. "...I can be a very naughty girl too~."

The knight looked ready to respond before the young woman was yanked away from him. Yanked. And suspended in the air. Jaune turned to see Glynda, crop out and pointed towards her. He couldn't thank her enough as his retaliation may not have been as peaceful as hers.

"Cinder, I have warned the student body and I am now going to warn you, something I should have done prior. Further instances of sexual harassment towards Mister White will be faced with dire consequences. You are not to speak or talk to him in such a way nor touch him, am I clear?"

Cinder folded her arms and pouted. Pouted. If Jaune didn't know how evil and cruel this woman could truly be, he would have actually thought she was cute.

"What're you going to do, ground me? You're not my mother."

"But I am and you will listen to your auntie Glyndy," Salem reprimanded.

"She's not my auntie!"

"I'm not her aunt!"

"I just can't win today." Salem could only sigh. "Glynda is right, however. Harassing Jaune isn't good. You'll chase him away if you're too persistent or clingy."

"But mommmm, I want him!"

"D'alright, fine! I can't stay mad at you," she cooed. "I want plenty of grandbabies to spoil!"

"Selina!"

The Headmistress groaned. "But I'm getting old, Glynda! Any longer and I won't be able to show them how cool their grandmama is before I'm using a cane or brooding in the office all day. I'm still young and free. Wait, maybe I can give Cinder siblings! Jauney, how about it?"

"Hey, no stealing my man, mother! I called dibs!"

Salem laughed. "I'm joking, darling. Or am I?"

The deputy could only pinch the bridge of her nose and sigh with obvious frustrations. "I have told you time and time again that you have to stop spoiling this girl. This is a situation where you need to put your foot down!"

"Hmm, sounds like you don't want to be invited to the wedding."

"You'll be kissing godmother privileges goodbye, too!" Cinder chimed in.

"There is not going to be babies OR a wedding!"

"Oh yes there is. No grandbabies of mine are going to be born out of wedlock! We are of royalty and the last thing I need is a bastard running around because someone didn't want to put a ring on it."

"Language!"

"Can I say something?" Jaune tried to intervene.

"No!" "No!" "No!"

All three women turned him down simultaneously, forgetting he's the topic of discussion. Or ignoring it completely in their debate of weddings and children. He could only sigh, realizing that coming here was a mistake. Cinder wasn't as severe a threat as he thought and now Salem was back to her usual loving to mess with him shtick. Why even try when he knew that someway, somehow the Headmistress would find a way to annoy him in ways no one else could.

Glynda, bless her heart, was trying her best to defend him. She truly was his savior but when caught between two demons, it was an uphill battle, even for the baddest woman on the planet.

So, while the three were still distracted, Jaune decided to cut his losses and make his way out before they remembered who they were talking about. None of them heard the ding of the elevator, no one saw him walk in, and no one noticed the elevator doors close.

"You don't understand because you're not a mother, Glynda. It's best you do it now before what remains of your youth fades, you know."

Glynda sighed deeply. "Selina, we have been over this. I am choosing to focus on my career. I do not have time for a family."

Salem rested her cheek into her palm. "And I have always told you I would give you maternity leave and even offer to babysit."

"You are the Headmistress of a prestigious Huntress Academy. You do not have time to babysit."

"Says you," she replied.

"Wait, where's Jaune?" Cinder was the first to finally notice the male's absence. The others looked around to also notice the boy gone.

There was a moment of silence as they all just stared towards the exit.

That was until Cinder gushed. "Aww, he's just playing hard to get. I'll win him over eventually."

"Cinder, no." Glynda groaned

"Cinder, yes!" Salem cheered.

-XOXOX-

A week passed and after the fight with Cinder, and the mistake of a meeting with Salem, Jaune slowly tried to readjust himself to the slow motions that was school.

Easier said than done.

Thing was, in his moments of absolutely crushing Cinder, he forgot about the audience that he had displayed his abilities in front of. And, in doing so, showed them just how strong he was currently.

There were plenty of students who doubted that he would make it far. He had silenced those doubts immediately. There were others who had put him on a pedestal as some Messiah simply because he had aura. They only wanted to praise him more now. And there were plenty of people who were simply curious of just how strong he was. They seemed to only have more questions than answers.

His and his sister team were included in that last category.

"Jaune, can we train? Pleeeeaaaassssseeeee?"

The boy sighed and rubbed his temple. "Ruby, this is Aura Studies. We can't exactly train right now."

The small reaper was on his left, half sitting half leaning in her seat, begging him to train with her. Something she had been doing the entire class. In every class. For the past week. He loved her to death but that She giggled and nudged his shoulder with hers. "I mean later, silly! You were so fast and awesome! You were all 'huaaa!' and 'raaaaaawr!' and it was so just so... so... awesome! You gotta train with me!"

"How can you train with him, Ruby? Your fighting styles don't work together at all." Yang pushed herself into the conversation, having taken Jaune's right side. A seat that had initially been Pyrrha's. It had been for the fact Pyrrha was too kind and a bit of a pushover that allowed Yang to commandeer the seat for her own nefarious purposes. "Obviously I'm better suited."

"What? You don't have a sword!"

"I'm talking about hand to hand!" The blonde bombshell clarified and then turned to face him. "Come on, Jaune, fight me!" Then an idea popped in her head and a devious smirk stretched across her lips. She folded her arm underneath her breasts, pushing them up and popping the top button of her shirt. "We can focus on our wrestling first~."

Jaune sighed again, something he found himself doing a lot of recently. "I'm going to say no to both. Again," he replied firmly.

The sisters deflated. "But why?" Ruby whined.

"Guys, you realize I haven't even been able to train with my own team yet. Something I'm sure you also haven't done, right?" Both girls had the decency to blush at being called out. "My point exactly. I'm giving the same answer to you that I have had to continuously give everyone who's asked. Right now, I would prefer to train and work with my own team before even thinking of training with someone else."

"I guess that makes sense," Ruby muttered, placing her head in both her hands, elbows resting on the table.

"And you." Jaune, now satisfied that Ruby would understand, turned to the other sister with narrowed eyes. She laughed nervously as she faced down a very stern, and slightly hot, looking redhead. "You don't need to flash your assets to try to get me to do something, I'm not that shallow. Normally, I'm willing to help out but, in this case, I'd rather train with my team before expanding beyond that. I'll make it up to you, that's a promise. And an Ar-, I mean, and I don't break a promise."

The brawler felt her cheeks warm as he then gave her an apologetic, yet easing, smile.

"That's f-fine..."

She didn't just stutter. Yang Branwen does not stutter! And she would vehemently deny it till the day she died!

Jaune mentally cursed as the sound of the bell ringing cut the noise of the classroom. His notes had barely been filled in, his pencil held tight in his grip. He had been so distracted by the two sisters, he hadn't been able to write down the notes Nora would inevitably need for the surprise test at the end of the week. He scarcely remembered the material but he could get by on skimming but Nora would need all the help she could get. If JNPR was to be number one, their academic successes would have to match their physical ones.

Team RWBY had already picked up their books and were heading for the door, no doubt so they could reach the lunchroom first. Ruby and Yang were the first two up and out the door, having not taken any notes at all. But that wasn't anything new as he remembered how little they had the first time around. And while he hadn't been much better, once he started training with Pyrrha, he had also started to take his studies very seriously as he knew even less material than Ruby who had some primary combat school education.

That test would possibly wake them up that they would need to pay attention. Or they'd just do what they did last time and annoy their partners until they relented their notes. It was moments like this he felt a little bad for Weiss and Blake.

His team looked to him before he waved them off to go on ahead and grab their usual spot. He continued to try and furiously scribble down the notes on the board, slowly lifting himself out of the seat the closer he got to the end. He would much rather grab some food before all the baked chicken was taken but curse his bleeding heart to want to help Nora. Honestly, she was just as bad as Rose when it came to school.

Jaune suppressed a chuckle but smiled fondly. Nora truly was his eighth sister.

Bam!

"Ow..."

The sudden noise of skull hitting wood made Jaune's head shoot up. He looked around to see no one else in the room but he didn't believe himself to be hearing things. He stood up, notes forgotten, and stepped towards the place he heard the cry of pain originate. The teacher's desk.

The knight walked around the desk to see a butt sticking out from underneath. There was a lab coat, pants, and high heels, but it was who was dressed in it that he cared for.

"Um... are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," the teacher groaned as she pulled herself out and sat back, still rubbing a spot on her head.

Jaune looked confused, never having seen the professor before. She was a beautiful woman, as most Huntresses were, and rivaled Goodwitch in terms of looks. She had long sunset orange hair with pink highlights, tan skinned that showed she spent a decent amount of time in the sun, and plump pink lips, shining with a coat of lip gloss.

At first, he was confused as he had never seen this professor before. Then he remembered exactly who was supposed to be the professor of this class.

"Professor Peach?"

She let out a yawn that was actually pretty adorable as she rubbed the last bits of sleep from her eyes. She then turned to him and revealed big, pink orbs that shimmered with hints of orange around the edges of the iris. "Yeah, that's me. Aren't you that special boy I've been hearing about?"

"I guess that would be me, wait, is this where you've been hiding this entire time!?" He asked genuinely shocked.

"I mean, yeah. Glynda always comes searching for me but the one place she never looks is where I'm actually supposed to be," the woman replied with a smile full of pride. What she didn't know was that Jaune hadn't meant the entire week, he meant the entire year from his original world.

"You... You... This whole time... And no one checked..." He eventually sighed in defeat and shook his head slowly. "Whatever, if you were here, why were you sleeping under the desk instead of, oh I don't know, teaching?"

She grimaced at the question. "Eh, I'm not really the teaching type. I'd rather continue my research and, speaking of, you reminded me..."

She turned to him, a scary look in her eyes. Jaune had seen it before. Many, many, many times, even before he became a student at Beacon. His sisters had given it to him plenty of times when they had a mischievous plan.

"Ohhhh no!"

"Oh, come on!" She pleaded.

"Nope! I'm not becoming a test subject for whatever you're planning!"

"Please, I promise to be gentle."

"Hell no! Whenever people say that, it always ends up being not so gentle!"

"Would you prefer that instead?"

"No!"

Peach huffed and folded her arms. "But why?"

Jaune looked at her, baffled. "Uhh, because I'm a living, breathing person?"

"You're also the first guy with actual aura. That's not something I, nor any true scientist, can pass up. Especially if I can figure out how you did it." She then turned to him, on her knees, and clasped her hands together. "So please, please, please, please, please~?"

Jaune gave her a flat look. "No."

"Boo! You're no fun!"

The knight folded his arms. He wasn't here for fun, he was here to better his team and friends. To help them become capable Huntresses so they could fight off the Grimm. While many first and second year students took it as a title to flaunt or think that it would be a "cool" profession, the upperclassman, teachers, and he knew of what went on outside of those walls. And even then, very few of those knew of the horrors that laid within the Grimmlands.

If it wasn't for his massive aura pool and beacon in the form of his Semblance, he and his friends would have not survived as long as they had. It was due to his tanky nature that allowed them to kill some of the monstrosities Salem had built in his world. And there were plenty of times he had to recharge their aura and continue to fight, sometimes with little to no rest at all. A pressure he hoped a lot of these students would not have to be put through. But a reality they would have to come to face as a Huntress.

And then he realized something as he focused back in on the teacher pouting before him. She was the aura instructor they never had. Primary combat schools only helped students who had their aura recently unlocked. How to control it to a certain extent, summon it instinctively, and basic Semblance training if they had one. And normally, one would start to master their aura for their missions during their second and third year with one having true mastery by their fourth year when they were more out of school than in it.

Jaune and his friends didn't have that on the account of the school blowing up and them immediately chasing down Cinder. If there was one thing all of them could use, it would be the opportunity to start honing their aura now and Jaune can start building back the level of aura that he had from his past life.

While he was still limited, as one's aura wouldn't reach its full height until the rough age of twenty-five, he could still do some training and potentially make it better than it was before. And, at the same time, his team and Team RWBY could gain some actual aura training before they were forced out to save the world.

"How about a deal, professor?" He finally spoke up. The woman looked back at him with an arched brow. It was a curious look that told him to explain. "You can study me and my aura-"

"Really!?" Her eyes shined.

"-If you teach class from here on out."

The shine faded and she slumped forward. "Poo... But I don't wanna."

"That's my only offer," he replied with finality. "And I mean genuinely teach it. These students need to learn how to control their aura as well as ways they can help utilize and expand it. Half of these students still overuse and expend too much aura through flashy moves or to defend against blows. If they're to be ready for what's to come they need to start early and learn to better control them and start growing their auras before they start taking missions."

The teacher cocked her head to the side as she faced him again. "You're sure knowledgeable for a first year, Mister White. Very mature for your age to recognize the problems of your fellow classmates."

"I take being a Huntsman very seriously, ma'am. Even more so now with everyone's gaze on me."

She nodded her head. "This is true. Fine, you have a deal. So long as I can study your aura, no questions asked."

"I can ask some questions. Like 'will this hurt' or 'wrong hole'."

Peach giggled. "That last ones not a question!"

"Yeah but I don't trust you enough not to add that tidbit in," he replied, holding out his hand. "No butt stuff."

The professor laughed and smiled before she grabbed his hand. "You got a deal."

-XOXOX-

Jaune slipped into his seat in the cafeteria. His team had been waiting on him, even Nora, before they all began to start eating. He could shed a tear at the sight. Team RWBY was already about halfway through their meals but had stopped altogether. Possibly due to the conversation, the book they were in, or, in Weiss's case, staring at him as he sat down.

"All I'm saying is that if he throws in a scythe-, oh, hey Jaune!" Ruby stopped mid sentence, giving him a wave.

"What took you so long?" Pyrrha asked, sliding him his tray of food. He smiled fondly, asking how he was so lucky to have gotten her as his partner a second time around.

"Thanks Pyrrha. And I got caught up talking with a professor before getting here," he replied, picking up his utensils. "We should be getting better lessons from here on out if things go well."

"Ughh, if it's Port, I hope that means less of him babbling on about his 'youth'," Yang groaned, using her fingers to make quotation marks.

"Hehe, sorry, I don't think I could convince him to do that," Jaune chuckled, scratching his cheek with a lone finger.

"Was it for Professor Oobleck to slow down in class? I can barely take notes as is," Blake chimed in.

"I'm sure with the amount of caffeine in his system, he believes he's going slow," Pyrrha replied.

"Oooh, did you convince Miss Goodwitch to let us smash more things!?" Nora asked excitedly between breaths and pancakes. A skill Jaune believed he could never achieve.

"Nora, please, Professor Goodwitch already has enough on her plate. Last thing we need is to add more onto her already high stacked plate," Ren replied as she sipped her tea.

"So who was it?" Weiss finally asked him.

He went to answer but not before the sudden sound of a tray hitting the floor caught his attention.

"Gah, what the fuck!?"

He, along with the rest of the cafeteria, turned around to see two students in the middle of the room. Two students Jaune recognized.

"Watch where you're going, dumbass!" Lyone growled at the other party. Her top was covered in food and drink, sticking to her body in a sticky fashion. It was obviously a mistake by how the other girl was on the floor and was still reeling from the contact.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I-."

"I don't give a fuck that you're sorry, what are ya gonna do about this!" She pulled at the stained shirt, as well as a few drink splatters that coated her bosom that had been showing from where she had not tied the top buttons. "It's gonna get all sticky and gross!"

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened! Please, I'll pay for the cleaning-."

"Nah, I don't give a fuck about that," Lyone replied. She gave a quick look around before grabbing a drink from a random person, their shout of surprise unheard, and turned back to the other girl. "You've heard the saying 'eye for an eye', right?"

Just as she was about to dump the contents of the drink on top of the girl, a hand struck out and grabbed her wrist. "I think that's enough."

"Who the hell-!?"

The blonde faunus shot around, ready to tear the interferer a new one. However, the words died in her throat when she came face to face with an irritated Jaune. He took the drink from her hand, setting it back down on the table before turning to her with a cold stare that brought a chill through the area.

"Just what did you think you were doing just now?" He asked with a dangerous tone.

Lyone felt like she was being scolded and, deep down, she felt a little guilty. She still pulled her wrist from his grip before pointing an accusatory finger at the other girl and another at her clothes. "Do you not see what this bitch did to me!?"

"Watch. Your. Mouth." He warned her.

Both girls shivered.

"Yes, sir..." Lyone replied.

He nodded. "Good. Now, I'm sure this was a simple accident."

The girl still on the floor nodded her head vehemently.

"So what!? I'm still gross and sticky!" Lyone still decided to argue.

"Then go change," Jaune told her with a shrug. "Unless you wish to take out your frustrations on me."

To anyone who had only been listening, the implications behind his words could easily have been confused for something sexual. However, for both girls, and the students who saw the look in his eyes, they knew it was anything but. The glare he gave her and the chilling winds surrounding him gave them plenty of reasons not to take him up on the offer.

"N-No, sir. I'll take my leave..."

"Mmm, you do that."

She was out the cafeteria door within the minute. Jaune watched her before turning to the rest of the hall, everyone else turning away immediately to return to their eating.

He released a sigh and finally turned to the girl on the floor. "So, mind telling me what actually happened?" He asked as he held out a hand for her.

The girl took it and he lifted her to her feet. "I still don't know. One moment I was walking to a table and the next, I'm tripping."

Jaune furrowed his brow before looking over her shoulders. Just behind her, he saw a group of girls snickering to themselves. None of them made eye contact with him but the way they tilted their heads or subtly pointed at her back let him know they were the culprits.

"Yes, well, do be more careful from now on. Your name's Velvet, right? Velvet Scarlatina," he asked as he held out a hand.

"That's right! And you're Jaune White, we have history together," the faunus girl replied, smiling brightly.

"Got it in one," he replied with a chuckle.

There was a brief pause as both students stood there. Velvet seemed to contemplate something before looking back at him.

"Listen, Jaune, this may be a bit abrupt and unfair of you to ask..."

"If it's within my power, I don't mind."

"Would you like to head into Vale sometime? Maybe this weekend?"