Oof, it has been quite a while since I updated this story huh? Sorry about that, I ended up taking a holiday break and also started writing an original book during that as well. Ten chapters of that first book have been written already, and that was the goal before I returned to writing fanfictions. Of course, I am here now and I aim to see how I do this time around with YBWR. This is a fun story, and I am glad to have returned to it. Leaving for a bit has given me some time to actually plan some more stuff out for this story as well. Since when I started this story, my only ideas were the Salem and Ozma swap and then swapping everyone else as well. Now, it's slightly more clear. So that's helpful, eh?
Also, merry Christmas and happy new years! I know it's late, but I wanted to do it anyway.
Beta: CrowSkull
YBWR
Chapter 12- Pyrrhadice
Yang's eyes were brimmed with red as they blinked open to the sound of her scroll alarm going off. Quickly, she lunged her hand beside her pillow and shut it off before anyone else woke up from the sound. She rose in her bed and yawned heavily, feeling tired tears build up around her eyes as drowsiness took its hold on reminding her that she was still tired and had the chance to get another two hours of sleep. Sadly, that was only if she didn't have a class starting at eight in the morning every day. At least Professor Watts made his class entertaining and interesting even to the likes of her, so she didn't have to try too hard to force herself out of bed. As expected, she noticed Blake stirring to wake next. She was always second to wake up, the third being Weiss and then they worked together as a conjoined unit to wake up Ruby quickly after as well. It was the most teamwork they managed to come up with at least since the one thing Blake and Weiss could agree on was that Ruby's snoring was not pleasant to the ear. Hmph, they didn't have to live with that in the same room their whole lives as she did.
It's been a few weeks since they'd joined Beacon and passed the initiation test. A few weeks of mass studying, training in Cinder's combat class, remembering what Watts efficiently drilled into their heads, and doing their best not to grab the attention of Professor Callows- No, Tyrian Callows. She made the mistake of calling him professor once, and she ended up going against a Beringel that he had somehow caught and had chained up to two thick metal bars like a disobedient Gorilla. It wouldn't have been so bad if she didn't have to fight Jaune in the very next class. Never again, she swore to herself. Never again.
As usual, she got to the shower first and cleaned herself up of that nasty morning grime, and fixed up her hair. After lathering it with the best shampoo her mom's money could buy - or what she hoped was her mom's money, anyway - she let it drape behind her back, and used her hands to push away the bangs that fell down in front of her face. Even while wet, that strange part of her hair always seemed to stick upright in the center of her hair. She noted it as she looked at herself in the mirror. When her hair was down instead of in her usual twin-tail style, she looked a little too much like her mother. It was like she remembered what dad used to say before what happened to him, if she was born with black hair, she'd essentially be a mini Raven Branwen.
"Hmph, as if," Yang said as she brushed, dried, and tied her hair up into her usual style. "I'd never look like that, not in a million years."
As she was finishing up, she heard someone knock on the door. Without even waiting to hear their voice, Yang called out. "I'm almost done, Blake! Give me a sec!"
"You always say that!" Blake snapped. "You always say you just need a few more minutes, seconds, or whatever! Then you go and take the bathroom and keep it from us for hours! Let us get a turn, we don't want to miss breakfast again!"
"Chill, chill!" Yang exclaimed while laughing. "I was done already, I was just messing with you. Listen, I already made the mistake once of taking my sweet time to see how you guys would react. My bank account is still tanking after I had to pay for this new door."
"Pay?" Blake scoffed once Yang opened the door and let her in. "You mean you called your mother and she just showed up with a door and replaced it? Is that what you mean by pay?"
"Yup, that's the official story after all." Yang smugly remarked. "And it's the one we tell everyone and anyone who asks why our door looks slightly different than others."
"Whatever, as long as there's one there." Blake waved her away dismissively. "Now leave me, I have to clean myself up in due time as well." Her frizzled hair and dark circles under her eyes were enough reasoning for that. Yang let her in and moved to wake up her sister, as Weiss was already sitting up in her bed getting ready to move anyway. She woke her up the best way she knew how and jumped right onto her sister's chest right as she just started to stir. It was the only way. Even if it earned her straight access to the floor as Ruby woke up in a panic and shoved her off her body.
"I'm awake!" Ruby exclaimed off of pure muscle memory. Too many times has Raven woken her up abruptly for an early morning to an afternoon sparring session. She was a heavy sleeper, but not stupid in those times. "Oh wait, Beacon, still in Beacon, right." She yawned loudly. "Well, are we ready to go eat breakfast yet? I'm starving."
"Not until you clean yourself up a bit," Yang said as she helped herself back up and patted her pajamas down. "We have like, another hour." just to make sure, she checked her scroll to see if she was actually correct about that this time. It has become a routine for her, after nearly being late to almost all their classes the last go around, she decided never again. Hearing Blake's complaining was one thing, getting smug glares from Cinder was another. She swore that Cinder had it out for her somehow. Stupid shoelace… "Yeah, another hour or so. That should be enough time for us to get ready and such. Right Weiss?"
"Eh? Smyeh?" Weiss murmured.
"See?" Yang victoriously strutted over to her clothing drawers and grabbed her uniform. "All according to plan."
The classes went on as usual. Watts was awesome in explaining more about the history of the Great War, things on Benjamin Belladonna, post-war detail, the mysterious Queen of Vale, and how through diplomacy and great ties Menagerie was just able to gain its official kingdom status right before Benjamin died. Of course, like the rest of the kingdoms of today, it wasn't run by a traditional monarchy but by a council made completely of faunus. Compared to every other kingdom, it was rather young, only about fifty years old, or if she remembered correctly. Every time the name Belladonna was mentione Blake would get all clammy and closed up, sensing the eyes latching onto her as she was a well-known faunus and because of the obvious fact that she was related to this great war hero. From what Yang had been able to drag out of her over the time they had been partners for the last couple of weeks, Benjamin was her great-grandfather, and the Belladonna family moved to Mantle to expand the WFC internationally, creating a second major site and making a home of it. That was all she got from her, however, and she wasn't going to make her uncomfortable by asking anymore. Right now, she was more curious about this Queen of Vale that Watts kept on referring to, supposedly she sided with Benjamin during the war against the conjoined superpowers of Mistral and Mantle, pledging her soldiers to the cause. History said that she had disappeared soon after the monarchy was abolished and replaced with a majorly council-type government. She had to be dead now, of course, if she was somehow still around, she'd be over a hundred and fifty years old. But Yang couldn't help but wonder if there was more to her. The other King's and Queen's in the other kingdoms all had names, even the ones in Vale, but when she took over? Nothing.
It gave her a good final project concept to write about for Watt's class, anyhow. In the case of Tyrian's class, she didn't know a Grimm had so many body parts for a creature that evaporates into nothingness when it was killed. The less said about Professor Callow's methods about uncovering the mystery of the anatomy of Grimm the better. She remembered when someone asked him that very question once, and he spoke for the entire class time about it, and it was just about the heart of a Grimm and how it didn't beat at all! The only thing she understood from his rants was that the Grimm had organs, but they were dysfunctional. Unused. They were just… there, for one reason or another. Aside from the excitement of watching him drag in cage after cage of Grimm and coming in various states of injury, it was a rather straightforward class that mainly relied on how good your memory was in order to pass it. There was a written test coming up though, and she couldn't help but be nervous about it. Not because she thought it would be extremely hard, but because a man like Callows was the one who was going to be grading it.
Then there was Cinder's class… Ugh, if it wasn't the bruises she'd get from sparring with Jaune Arc, the freaking champion of Mistral for Pete's sake, it was the headaches she'd get from listening to her dreadfully complicated lectures. Thankfully, Blake was willing to help her keep up, but just barely. Cinder's voice was demanding, to say the least. It made her ears hurt sometimes. But maybe that was just because she kept on covering her ears with more pressure than necessary after being drained of most of her aura thanks to those sparring sessions. At least it was nice seeing Pyrrha get… better. Better, yeah, that was one way to put it. At least she wasn't losing in seconds anymore… most of the time.
The only class that didn't give her a ton of stress was the Botany class. It was pretty relaxing, and Professor Sustrai - who turned out to be the father of a student in Beacon from what she heard from rumors - was always so calm, nice, and collected whenever he taught a class. It was clear he was dedicated to his job, and that plant she was supposed to be taken care of would forever be watered and left out in the sun. For she feared what disappointed face Professor Sustrai would give her if she turned in a dead plant at the end of the semester.
Once all the classes for the day were over and done with, Yang was starved, tired, and already sleepy. It was only three in the afternoon but still, it was hard going through all that variety of classes in a row nearly every single day of the week! At least Professor Sustrai's class was straight after Fall's, it gave her a good hour to relax and cool down from all the moving she'd usually do.
Yang set down her tray next to her usual friend, Pyrrha, who looked even more tired and a little beaten up even. She looked down at her food, and when she scooped some of her porridge into her mouth she looked like something stung her. Yang raised an eyebrow at that, she didn't see Pyrrha get hit in the face in Cinder's class today…
"You okay, Pyr?" Yang asked, grabbing the attention of everyone else at their table, which consisted up both their respective teammates. "Bite your tongue or something?"
"A-Ah, yes, I bit my tongue," Pyrrha said with a forced laugh. "Don't mind me, you know how I can be clumsy sometimes."
"Oh really?" Nora spoke up. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I've never seen you drop anything before. Nor have I ever seen you so much as bump into something unless you were looking down at your phone. But I do remember one instance where I saw you trip and fall,"
Pyrrha's face went white as Nora stared into her eyes, unamused and relentless with her analysis and argument. "When Cassandra Winchester pushed you over and made you trip on the way out of Professor Sustrai's class."
Upon hearing this, Jaune set down his spoon and narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Is that so?" He asked, he sat opposite of Pyrrha, and it was his turn to raise an eyebrow as Yang did as well. "Pyrrha, are you being bullied?"
"What?" Pyrrha scratched the back of her ear as her face turned an embarrassed and nervous red. "Why would you even suggest such a thing? This is Beacon Academy, something so silly and pointless as bullying wouldn't be something that occurs here of all places. Besides, Cassandra and I are on speaking terms, I'd like to say we're friends."
"Is that why she shoved you into that locker the other day?" Ren asked nonchalantly like this was any other cheery conversation. "Where you were locked in for an hour before the janitor found and let you out."
"Don't be ridiculous, she didn't mean anything by it." Pyrrha waved their concerned looks with her usual polite smile. "She gets a little physical, sure. But she means it all as jokes."
"Jokes aren't supposed to hurt people-" Blake was about to finish before her cat ears twitched upon the sound of screeching metal. Every pair of eyes in the cafeteria turned to see what the source of the sound was, and they were shocked to see a dark-skinned mint haired girl with red eyes standing in the center of one of the aisles between the tables, with food and milk splattered all over her Beacon uniform as a very distinct figure stood in front of her buckling over laughing along with the rest of her teammates. The girl with the green hair glared at them hatefully with clenched fists and an angry red flush to her face upon being humiliated just now.
"Hah! Looks like Brownie here is getting angry!" Cassandra laughed, using one of her male teammates for support as she covered her mouth with one hand to try and stem her laughing. "Just look at her! Honestly, I think it's an improvement Brownie, I really do. You should wear that more often!"
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" The girl shouted loudly, stomping the floor as her mint green aura flared.
"Ah, ah, ah," Cassandra coyly held up her hands. "You know the rules Brownie, no aura applications outside of classrooms or training missions. We wouldn't want you to get hurt now, would we? As the kid of a teacher here you should know that, right?" She continued to laugh along with her teammates as the green-haired girl widened her eyes and turned to stomp out of the cafeteria with barely restrained anger in her eyes.
Ruby stood up with narrowed eyes, but before she could move Weiss reached up and grabbed her sleeve. "No," she whispered pleadingly. "Leave her alone, the situations already over."
"Bullshit it is," Ruby grit her teeth and growled. "She's going to get away with it!"
"No she won't," Yang said, cracking her knuckles. "I am going to make sure she fights against me next time. Maybe then we'll get to see how she handles herself in an actual fight."
"Ah, yes, right." Pyrrha laughed awkwardly. "There she goes again… so obtuse with her jokes… hehe…"
"You can't seriously think this is okay?" Jaune said. "Cassandra is a bully Pyrrha, and you're not even her only victim. I am going to tell a teacher about this-"
"No!" Pyrrha exclaimed all of a sudden, startling her partner and the rest of the table into stunned silence. "I-I mean, please, let me handle it. I'm aware that Cassandra isn't… exactly nice, to put it lightly. But she is still my problem, a problem I want to deal with in time. Please, allow me that."
"She's going to keep hurting you," Yang said, slapping her hands on the table in her frustration. "And you're too nice Pyrrha, she knows that and she is taking advantage of you because of it. She knows you won't do anything but take it and defend her for it."
"Do you think that little of me?" Pyrrha looked hurt as she said that.
Yang immediately felt guilty. "What? No, I don't-"
"No, I understand," Pyrrha said sadly. "I am the weakest here, I know that. No one says it, but we all know it's true. I've been getting stronger, yes, but not nearly enough. I appreciate you all for concerning over me like this, I really do," She looked to Jaune as she said that. "But if I keep letting you all help me, then I'll never be able to grow out of this pathetic state."
"You're not pathetic," Nora pointed out. "It's okay to get help every once in a while, no one can get through life without it."
"Yeah, exactly!" Ren said. "Just look and Nora and me, we help each other out all the time! Sure, we've known each other our whole lives."
Jaune stood up abruptly, only half of his tray was empty. He kept a small smile on his face as the rest of his friends at the table looked up at him with a questioning gaze. "Don't mind me, I'm not really hungry anymore." He said with a shrug. "I'm gonna go out for a bit and train, I'll chat with you guys later."
"Train?" Blake scrunched her brow. "You already sparred with Yang and trained in Professor Fall's class. Aren't you tired?"
"I can regenerate my aura with my semblance, remember?" Jaune pointed out. "I'm already back at full, and even if I wasn't, I'd have more than enough to spare for another training session." Before he left, he walked around to where Pyrrha sat and let a hand rest on her shoulder. "Talk to me later Pyrrha, I want to talk to you privately about something if you don't mind."
"E-Eh?" Pyrrha blinked, confused. "O-Okay, where should I meet you?"
"I'll find you," With that, Jaune turned away and made his leave. "Don't wait up for me guys, I'll catch up with you all later."
"Huh, that was sudden," Ruby commented as Weiss finally managed to drag her back down to her seat. When she looked over her shoulder, she saw that Cassandra and her team had already finished eating and were on their way out of the cafeteria. "Are you really gonna meet with him Pyrrha?"
"I don't see why I shouldn't, he did ask me directly," Pyrrha said with a helpless shrug. She was just happy the attention of conversation was taken off the topic of her and Cassandra. "I'll speak with him privately if that's what he wants. He is my partner after all,"
"Huh, at least you got that going for you, eh?" Yang chuckled. "Well, I guess this is where we all do our usual thing and split up to do our own thing. I have to go back and serve detention for Cinder because of something stupid."
"You called her stupid under your breath in class." Blake pointed out.
"I was whispering out loud! It's not my fault!"
Headmistress Salem sat at her desk, sipping away at tea as her deputy paced around in front of her. Sighing, she pushed her blonde hair over her shoulder and leaned back in her comfortable metal seat, finally acknowledging her protegé with a quizzical look in her eyes as she gestured for her to speak.
"The Vytal Festival is arriving shortly," Cinder continued. "Before we know it, enough time will pass by that it'd be here before we had anything ready and prepared. Mantle is already preparing to shuttle over students and their armada and General Headmistress Sienna Khan has announced that she will be personally attending and directing their fleet."
"Firstly, do you really think I don't know how time flies quickly?" Salem asked with a soft chuckle. "I may not look it but I am quite old, I know what it's like to wake up one day and think its last week still."
"Regardless, preparations need to be made. I think you have been spending too much time concerned over your latest project." Cinder remarked. "You have other important matters to attend to, the purple-eyed warrior can wait."
"You have been training her harshly as I have asked, correct?" Salem asked curiously. "Has she been getting any better?"
"She is already a strong and capable fighter, it was true what was said about her in Signal. She already has the combat skills of a Beacon student, however, it is her mind and the way she thinks I am concerned with." Cinder frowned. "But we should not waste any more time on that matter. This is a very delicate time for humanity, the Vytal Festivals have been known for going without incident or tragedy."
"What makes you think that this one would be any different?" Salem inquired.
"Because he is here, Salem," Cinder slammed her hands on her desk. "The man I saw on the Bullhead, I know it was him. His powers were too erratic, too unnatural, it has to be him. The man who rendered our guest in the basement unconscious."
"Ah, that is who you mean," Salem sighed. "Yes, he will have to be dealt with in time. But you mistake me for a fool if you think I am being complacent about this matter. I have a special agent of mine specifically working on locating him and notifying you and me as soon as he is found."
"Is that so?" Cinder crossed her arms. "And who may this special agent of yours be?"
"Someone who wishes to remain private," Salem sipped at her tea in thought. "She used to work with me before, some years ago. But things changed, and she has offered me her support."
"Can she be trusted?"
"Yes," Salem answered without hesitation. "Without question."
"Hmph, then I certainly hope you aren't mistaken," Cinder said. "With that said, there are still many details of the Vytal Festival that must be looked over. Security, festivities, meetings and the council alike. You've done this before, you know what needs to be done."
"I do," Salem nodded in agreement.
"So do it."
"I've done this dozen's of times," Salem said with a sigh. "Why can't someone else do it for a change?"
"Because you are the Headmistress of Beacon!" Cinder exclaimed.
"Ah, right," Salem frowned when she went to sip more of her tea but found the small ceramic cup completely empty. "That is most unfortunate. I swear this job is more of a prison than an occupation…"
"Stop complaining and get your work done. You're on such a good streak, don't break it now." Cinder showed as much support as Salem was going to get that day.
"Ah, I suppose you're right. Very well," Salem cracked her knuckles and leaned toward her keyboard. "Call Arthur up here for me please, he's always such a great help at times like these."
"Fine. But If I hear that he did more work than you again, we will be having words."
Pyrrha waited outside of the gym where Jaune told her he would be after his training session. She watched him through the window of the door as he finished up battling against the sparring bots that Mantle was kind enough to donate to Beacon after the renewal of the alliance agreement between the two kingdoms. He was fast and impossibly strong, she thought. The way he moved and dodged the attacks of the sparring robot was something she was envious of. When he was done, Jaune forced the robot down to the floor and manually shut it off. There was a remote to shut it off from what she was able to find out per a quick search on the web on her scroll, but she had heard that in Atlas, the huntsman academy in Mantle, the students got extra points for manually shutting it off by wrestling it to the ground and forcing open its backplate and pushing a hard to press button. Jaune was sweating when he was done, but with a flash of his aura, his exhaustion seemed to fade away almost immediately.
When he started his cooldown stretch Pyrrha looked away and leaned on the wall next to the door. She didn't want to invade his privacy any more than she had already, and some of the positions he'd take while stretching were… well, she was just glad he couldn't see her face right now.
Some minutes past and Jaune exited the training room and immediately saw her waiting. "You could have waited for me on the bleachers in there, you know." He pointed out with his usual kind smile. "Why'd you wait out here?"
"I-I didn't want to interrupt you," Pyrrha said. "You said that you wanted to speak to me privately though, right? Well, I am here."
"That you are, I'm glad you came," Jaune said. "Come with me," he offered. "Let's go somewhere a little more private, the halls of Beacon is a one-way ticket to getting eavesdropped on when you're someone as famous as I am."
"Ah, yes, I suppose that makes sense," Pyrrha said, easily going along with his reasoning and following him down the hall and outside. They walked on in silence as the shattered moon in the night sky gleamed a bright white light, and she followed him all the way to the dorm building they stayed in and followed him up to a section of the room that was set in between the dorm building and another she forgot the name of. When she hesitated, Jaune waited for her to gain the confidence to walk to the ledge of said building, standing over it and taking in the view.
"You're not happy with yourself, are you?" Jaune suddenly asked. Pyrrha looked at him and had no good answer to give him. Jaune caught onto that, and continued. "I was the same, once. Everyone had to learn how to fight and take care of themselves somehow. My father, Nicholas Arc, and my family comes down from a long line of champions and warriors and now huntsmen. I didn't want to be a huntsman at first, but that choice was made for me."
"It was?" Pyrrha asked, shocked. "You mean… you weren't going to go to Beacon? Or even become a huntsman?"
"Not if my oldest sister Saphron and father had anything to say about it," Jaune said. "The Arc family has a reputation to uphold, and we're all supposed to become huntsmen and huntresses. Me and all my seven sisters. I wanted to be a musician, actually. I started learning how to use the guitar first but, well, I was never really able to get that good at it before I started training from around seven or eight years old. It grew on me, though, and like every Arc before me and the ones living now, I learned quickly. One thing leads to another, and now all of a sudden the world knows my name as the champion of Mistral."
"That's… I don't know if I should be sad or proud of you after hearing that." Pyrrha said, turning to look at him. "Thank you for trusting me with what must be a delicate circumstance."
"No problem," Jaune grinned. "And you don't need to feel any way about it. I was just setting up my point. I was at the spot you're in right now, trying to learn how to get better, getting frustrated that it's not happening fast enough, getting my butt kicked all the time. I was like, really bad when I first started out. Actually, I was barely strong enough to even lift Crocea Mors when my father would let me hold it."
"Thinking of you as someone weak like that is just… impossible, to me." Pyrrha thought out loud. "You've always been the perfect warrior to me, you have a strong semblance, an ocean of aura, and the skill to back it all up. I wish I had even half the potential you do."
"Pyrrha, you have more potential than me," Jaune remarked suddenly.
"What!?" Pyrrha exclaimed. "What makes you think that!? No, you're wrong."
"Hear me out-"
"You're wrong!" Pyrrha shouted, turning away and stepping away from the ledge suddenly. "You're wrong, I know what you're gonna say. I appreciate it, I really do. You are too great of a partner, much more than I truly deserve."
"Pyrrha…" Jaune felt conflicted. "Just think about what you've accomplished so far, even just initiation. You went from not even knowing aura existed to leading a team of huntsmen and huntresses in training against an ancient Nevermore. Hell, you even threw that legendary spear that pinned its wing to its side. You just need time, and soon, I know you will be able to surpass even me."
"You're wrong…" Pyrrha said, holding her elbows tightly as she bit back tears. "I thought about that too… all too much… but you don't know, Jaune. You don't know… I-I wasn't even accepted into Beacon."
"What?" Jaune raised an eyebrow. "How can you say that? You're here right now, aren't you?"
"I…" Pyrrha turned to look him in the eyes, her green eyes were rimmed with red as tears threatened to spill from the corner of them. She sniffled and took a deep breath, and confessed. "I forged my transcripts, none of this is real… I cheated my way into Beacon, if I tried to apply the legit way, I would have been rejected, and I knew that."
Jaune looked at her, shocked at what he was hearing.
"Why?" He could only muster out.
"My weapon… Milo and Akouo… they were supposed to belong to my sister's girlfriend, Scarlet, remember her?" Jaune nodded slowly. "She died on a training mission, and my sister made this for her as a gift and because Scarlet's current weapons were malfunctioning and breaking. Once she died… they had nowhere else to go. My sister shut down, my father and mother had to keep working to support her smithing tuition, and I… I decided I wanted to be a huntress at 15. 15, Jaune."
"That's… really late."
"I know," Pyrrha sniffled, wiping away at her tears as they trickled down her face. "I just did the best I could to get in shape for two years, and I met with someone on the dark web to forge transcripts for me to get into Beacon with. It cost me all the money I saved up, and once I got the acceptance letter, I took the weapon and shield, and I left. I didn't- couldn't, say goodbye to them. That's why I know you're wrong, Jaune… There was never any potential in me to begin with, I'm just chasing a dream I know deep inside will probably not work out for me very well." She laughed bitterly. "I'm sorry for troubling you so much… I assume you're going to tell the headmistress…?"
"Pyrrha, no," Jaune said with a sigh. "I am just surprised, is all. Don't mistake my silence for anger against you. You uh… really dropped quite the bombshell on me."
"Yeah… I guess I did."
"I can still help you," Jaune proclaimed. "I will help you, I brought you here to make you an offer, y' know? I want to train you, one on one, just you and me. If you have a good mentor who can encourage you who also uses a similar weapon style to yours, you can learn quickly. I had this big plan for you, you see? You can learn sword fighting with me, we can ask Ruby to help with aiming and using your rifle, and you can learn how to use your spear once you get a good grasp on your sword."
"Jaune…"
"So, what do you say? Sounds like a plan? Let me help you, Pyrrha."
"Just… just give me time, please," Pyrrha said. "I can't give you an answer right now, not after what I just told you. Give me time and I'll… come to you about it, okay? Please, just give me that."
Jaune looked like he wanted to continue, but he took one long look at Pyrrha and the emotional state she was in and sighed. Slowly, he nodded his head. "Okay," he relented. "Okay, I'll give you time. If you ever need anything from us, you know we'll always be there for you."
"Mhm…" Pyrrha hummed her reply as Jaune walked off and went back the way they came, leaving her alone to her thoughts. She turned around as he shut the door behind him, she wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes anymore, not after what she just told him.
"Well, well, well," a voice Pyrrha was terrified to hear at that moment piped up suddenly from over the ledge. Pyrrha turned to the sound of someone huffing and climbing up to the roof likely from a lower floor. Pyrrha's eyes widened when she saw who it was. "Looks like I caught myself a cheater, eh?" Cassandra Winchester said with a naughty grin.
"C-Cassandra…" Pyrrha said under her breath. "P-Please-"
"Please? Please what?" Cassandra walked up to her and yanked her into a tight bear hug with just one of her large muscular arms. "I'm not gonna tell anyone, that'll just be a secret between you and me, right? That's what friends do, and we're friends, right?"
"A-Ah…"
"I'll take that as a yes," Cassandra continued. "So, you see, as friends, between you and me my team and I aren't doing so hot in some of our classes, we could use a little help, yeah? Here, give me your scroll."
Pyrrha handed over her scroll submissively and watched helplessly as Cassandra typed her number into the scroll, added herself as a contact, and texted herself to get her number in return. "Whenever I need some help, I'll give you a call, eh? That's what friends do, after all. And hey, catch me in a good mood and I might help you out with a thing or two in return. Sounds good? Because trust me, not doing what I say at a time like this is not a very good idea."
"Y-yes…" Pyrrha gulped nervously as her scroll was tossed back to her. "I'll listen to you… I'll help you when you need me too…"
"Great!" Cassandra let her go and started climbing back down from where she came. "Good to see that we've come to an agreement, Pyrrha. I can sense that this is a great start to a fantastic friendship."
Pyrrha felt like she was going to be sick, but nodded her head along anyway.
Whelp, that was only a little bit hard to write. In any case, I am back with this story and I aim to continue writing it. Updates will be coming out slower due to me writing my original story as well as my main project at the moment, but all will continue as normal from here. I don't know when I'll take another break, so that's good news for you all at least!
And now to return back to these short Omakes. Don't worry if you don't understand these concepts, these are mostly for the Detective Grimm fans anyhow. Which, by the way, is a completed story of mine on my profile, go check it out if you wish!
Omake: Wilna Schnee and the bird and the bee
"So you see, my little snowflake," Diam Grimm explained as he flipped to the next page of the book after licking the tip of his finger. "That is how humans were born to this world."
"They were born out of an argument between you and Uncle Liam?" Wilan asked with two raised eyebrows. Her light purple eyes peeked through a mop of lilac-colored hair and stared up at her Godly father. Diam had to move his head so her stout horns didn't pierce through his eyes, but she was adorable as always. Of course, she didn't know that she was a Demi-Goddess yet, but he figured it would be better to start her off young.
Surely, nothing could go wrong.
"Of course," Diam said with a chuckle. "I was right of course, as I always am. My brother wanted fish without bones and I wanted to fish with bones. He wanted herbivore animals, I wanted carnivore animals. We once had the idea of dinosaurs all the way back then before humans came, but they were loud and started doing more harm than good, so we erased them from existence and left only their bones as a curiosity."
"Hmm… I don't know, something is not matching up." The young Demi-Goddess churned. "You say that you're always right in an argument against Uncle Liam, but yet he always seems to be the one setting you right. Remember when you tried to do taxes and almost bankrupted the entire SDC?"
"Vile lies!" Diam exclaimed. "I run five businesses at once and four of them are nightclubs and sex stores! I know how to do taxes better than any other God- I mean, better than anyone!"
"Daddy, what is sex?" Of course, Wilna only picked up on that particular word.
"O-oh," Diam suddenly started sweating. "Y-You mean your mother hasn't told you anything about that just yet?"
"Nope! She said you would tell me today when we were eating breakfast together. I showed her that drawing I had of my dream about the stars and stuff, remember?" Said drawing was already framed in a museum, not because they owned the museum, but because it was drawn so well and good that it actually looked like a real picture. Despite being nine years old, Wilna was good after everything she tried to learn. It made sense, with her being a Demi-Goddess and all.
"I was there?" Diam asked. "Oh, wait… was that when you made me promise something without knowing what it was?"
"Yup!" Wilna turned in his lap and smiled brightly at him and poked his nose. "You promised, that means you have to do it!"
"Er…" Diam looked at the time and gagged when he saw that it was still morning, and he couldn't use work and a method of escape. "Well… er… sex is… well, you know that part- guh-" Diam gagged. "That part you have that boys don't have? Well, sex is painful and the boys will try to put their thing in you. Don't let that happen, because that means you will be having sex, and you are not allowed to have sex until you are 1,800 years old, understand?"
"How long will it take to become 1,800 years old?" Wilna asked curiously.
"Long enough," Diam answered cryptically. "Also, if any boy tries to touch you, you have my permission to erase them from existence."
Wilna gasped. "I can do that!?"
"One day, you will," Diam said with a chuckle, happy to have talked Wilna's child-like mind out of that disgusting topic. "But if you learn sooner, all the better. Kill them all, and I'll sort them out when I feel like it."
"Okay, daddy!" Wilna lunged and wrapped her little arms around his neck. "Thank you for keeping your promise!"
"And I hope you shall keep yours," Diam said with a laugh.
Three days later…
"Diam!" Winter screamed through his door. "Wake the fuck up!"
"Eh?" Diam looked up from his magazine and opened the door with a flick of his hand. "What do you want, wife? I was reading something that woman Blake gave me as a gift last year. Needless to say, I have a few new ideas."
Winter ignored him. "Tell me why Wilna nearly killed another student in recess while they were playing tag. Tell me and I shall have mercy."
"Was this other student a boy?" Diam asked with a raised eyebrow.
Winter narrowed her eyes even further. "Yes."
"Then I have no regrets about this," Diam said as he snapped his fingers and teleported away.
"Diam!" Winter shouted to the skies. "You get back here this instant or I am calling Celeste to take you back here! You haven't regained your full power yet, you know she could do it!"
Oh, he knew alright.
However, Celeste was still bound to Weiss Schnee and was her personal bodyguard. She couldn't abandon her post, that would be treasonous.
Diam then spent the rest of the day hiding from Winter and took Wilna out to eat ice cream as a reward for her behavior in school. He wouldn't be away from Winter forever, but he held no regrets.
He never did.
And there we have it, I hope you enjoyed it! See you all next chapter!