Not Even Aura can Heal All Wounds
By wildstraydog
Chapter Two: Adamant Ideals
Beta: Super Saiyan Cyndaquil
The reception to the first chapter of this story was amazing guys, I can't express how glad I am to see that this idea will prosper. To put this in perspective – it got more reviews in one chapter then my previous stories. I'm going to do my best to ensure that all chapters will be of the same quality. So wish me luck and continue to review guys!
On a more hilarious note, some people have asked what the pairing of this story is. The answer is simple of course, its Jaune and Weiss. Will there be a foil to this relationship? Absolutely, but it will be gradual – as most relationships or romantic feelings are.
By the way, I'm looking for some cover art for some of my stories if anyone is interested!
The events of the day took a toll on Weiss, but she wouldn't allow the sudden arrival of their newest addition to the team ruin the rest of her semester. Dinner was about to begin, and she had no intention to enter the cafeteria with a massive scowl on her face; attracting the attention of other students would only continue to infuriate her. No, she would be calm and collected as any graceful heiress would be.
There was no better way to take your mind off such aching reminders then doing homework. Most would call it a chore, but she considered it a pleasing diversion from reality at times. The sound of pencil scraping across the white note sleeve paper was soothing when accompanied by the peaceful silence that was often rare in her dorm room. The library even was home to other student's shenanigans; chatting away about petty rumors that swirled around the school – especially when they involved her and the rest of her team.
But today was different. Only the second day of the new semester, which meant the Vytal Festival was ever closer; mere weeks away. There was so much to be excited for, from the dance to the main tournament – not to mention incoming transfer students, which weren't all that bad to look at. It was hard to admit, but Neptune Vasilias made a fair impression in their brief introduction. Nobody could blame her - the suave blue-haired boy was quite handsome.
The incessant teasing that followed was aggravating, though most of it came from Yang. Was it so preposterous that she would be infatuated with another male? She was really surprised by her sudden attraction, but as her older sister, Winter, often said, love wasn't picky. Not that she, Weiss Schnee, was in love with the boy – by no means – so there was nothing wrong with harboring a crush.
She could only hope the Mistralian boy would be present at their table.
Weiss heard the sound of the latch to the door open, and the familiar blonde mane of hair belonging to Ruby's older sister became visible. Soon her other teammates followed, all of them wearing a mixture of facial expressions that ranged from cheerful to indifference. The once quiet room was instantly bombarded by noise from the rowdy sisters; she wasn't even paying attention to the nonsensical conversation. Regardless, they were her teammates... and friends.
"Can't you see I'm trying to do homework?"
Yang directed her gaze at Weiss, mouth still opened when she narrowed her lilac eyes. "Sorry," she quipped, "by the way, why the outburst earlier today?" Blake and Ruby drew their attention her way, eyes filled with curiosity. Weiss couldn't fault them for being interested.
"What do you mean, I thought I was awfully clear about why I was upset." Weiss slammed the textbook shut and placed it back in the desk drawer.
"Yang..." Blake tried to warn to no avail. There was no stopping the blonde when she wanted to express an opinion.
"I know what you're talking about Weiss – but you were more rude than usual. So what gives, why the hostile attitude toward Jaune?" She gave out a low sigh and got up from the desk, her fingers tracing the crude chipped wood.
"Arc is not the reason I'm disgruntled."
"So what's the deal? You didn't have to yell at him."
She didn't feel like explaining the core problem she had with Jaune Arc being associated with their team, but she could explain the most obvious. "I already explained this once before – we're taking a civilian worker out into combat with us... someone with no fighting experience against the Grimm. So tell me, what do you think the problem is?"
Yang opened her mouth to say something, but then pursed her lips as she thought of an answer. She knew it was true though, no matter how well-trained Jaune might be in his field, none of his skills mattered; the Grimm didn't discriminate against potential prey. It was in her opinion that letting Jaune traverse with them was a fatal mistake. She didn't have time to babysit while killing the Grimm. And what if he died – she didn't want his death on her hands.
"I take it by your silence you understand."
"That's not fair Weiss," Ruby began to pout, "You don't know what Jaune's capable of! He could be really useful on the team." Oh the logic of a child. Ruby always meant well enough, but she didn't see the bigger picture.
"Ruby makes a fair point, we can't just assume that he'll be useless out there – Aren't you being a little too quick to judge?" Weiss' eyes flickered for a moment, and she realized what Yang was referring to. She was acting like herself at the beginning of the semester.
Was she really being unfair to him? She was just taking into account all the risks involved with bringing an unarmed person into the wilderness. It might be true that she was allowing for other circumstances to influence her decisions; her Father had a way of doing that. A sigh escaped her tiny lips and she flicked away a strand of white hair from her left eye, taking in the curious gaze of Yang. Weiss decided to play along with her teammates.
There was no point in trying to change their opinions.
"Very well, I won't voice any more protests – but that doesn't mean I agree to this situation." She let out a huff and crossed her arms to show her disagreement.
"Sounds good to me," Yang jovially laughed, "I don't know about you girls, but I'm starving!" a low grumble sounded from her stomach.
Going along with the sisters would lessen any complications and disagreements, though she had a feeling that Blake was also not necessarily pleased with the arrangement. Then again her Faunus friend seemed detached the past couple of days, no doubt because of the White Fang incident at the docks. She would have revealed Jaune's past, but none of them would understand the implications of his lineage.
But she held nothing against the boy for it. Weiss knew too well the pressure her family thrust upon her shoulders when she was younger. She could only imagine what Jaune went through; being practically disowned by your family and being labeled a failure from your peers. Alas, there was nothing she could do, and if her Father caught wind of her being friendly with the boy, she would suffer the same fate. Life was cruel like that – in another life they could have been friends.
The rest of her team waited at the door for her to follow, excited for the subpar meals that awaited them at the cafeteria. Her plan would not change; Weiss would continually ignore Jaune Arc and his attempts of befriending her. Yang could complain later, as she always did in the confines of their bedroom. She put on a fake smile and turned off the lights, hoping that Neptune would at least keep her company.
There was so much to enjoy in the quaint room that Beacon gave him – then again anything compared to his old dorm was seen as magnificent. He was beginning to feel hunger now that he was settled in; most of his personal items and silly little posters of his favorite comic book characters plastered on the wall. And on the shelf that was provided in the room sat the very book that brought him here. Jaune never went anywhere without it – a constant a reminder of his chosen path.
Perhaps I'll meet the author one day, he thought.
He didn't know what to expect in the cafeteria with a school like Beacon Academy. His imagination was overrun with possibilities; maybe a large buffet of exquisite meals lined up for students to enjoy, or even fancy waiters taking orders at the tables. That was a little bit of exaggeration, but everything was so lavish... except for the people. There was a divide in the team he was paired up with, and the first meeting was a rocky start to their relationship. He could only imagine how Tawny was doing with her team.
Expectations of what to expect were already high as he noticed that the cafeteria was in a whole separate building. Outside there were tons of groups chatting away as they waited in line, and he noticed several glances toward his direction as he drew closer. It had to be his uniform, but he just ignored the whispers, not wanting to fathom what they could be saying. Most of it was probably negative anyway. So instead of waiting in line he stepped to the side and decided to find RWBY.
The first thing he noticed inside was how crowded and noisy the place was. Back at his school, the environment was much calmer, many of the students mostly studying for a big test, with only the exceptional few gossiping. Everyone from different schools were jostling around with trays in hand, as the sound of laughter filled the cafeteria walls. He didn't mind the change of pace, but as he looked around his smile disappeared.
In the right-hand corner of the room near the windows, sat all of the students that were handpicked from his school... none of them with their teammates. There was a clear separation going on between everyone at Beacon, no doubt in part dealing with the same issues that RWBY was facing. He decided to walk over and see for himself what the problem was; funny enough the only person missing at the table was Tawny.
"Uh hey guys," Jaune sputtered out, "why's everyone not with their team?" Some of the students looked up, and stared as if the answer was obvious.
"Jaune, right?" One of the male students asked.
"Yeah."
"Can't you tell? Nobody likes that we just moved in and took up a spot on their team, especially when they think we're useless." He noticed the downward casts that all of them shared as they all began to doubt the purpose of the schools joint exercise.
"Then we need to prove everyone at Beacon wrong." Jaune answered with some conviction, his ocean blue eyes shimmering - It was a little embarrassing that everyone began to laugh.
"Easier said than done."
"Jaune," a familiar female voice yelled, "Over here!"
He turned around to see Yang waving across the room, blonde hair swaying back and forth. Behind her sat the rest of team RWBY and some other Beacon students he didn't recognize – but he did spot Tawny among them.
"Looks like your team might be different." Jaune nodded with a chuckle, and began to make his way past the hordes of people standing in his way.
Closer to the table, Jaune, began to notice some of the others sitting down next to Tawny. The most recognizable of the faces was Pyrrha Nikos – four year champion of the Mistral Regional tournament, it was hard not to know who she was in the Arc household. His Father would always compare them, constantly reminding him that he would never achieve the greatness that she won through hard work. Pyrrha Nikos was still gorgeous in person however.
The person next to Tawny had short orange hair and turquoise colored eyes. She was talking so fast that Jaune could barely understand the sentence, while on the other side was a boy with long black hair tied into a pony tail with a magenta strip on the left side. He wore a long-sleeved green tailcoat with black and gold trims on the sides around his torso, and long light-tan pants. How Tawny was eating between the two was beyond him.
"Take a seat next to me cowboy," Yang teased with a wink, "I'll introduce you everyone." He slid into the chair and smiled.
"How are you liking Beacon Jaune," Ruby asked with some excitement, her eyes filled with hope that he was enjoying himself. He never met someone with so much energy before.
"I'm... doing ok."
"Well since you already know us, let me introduce you to our sister team. Over here is Ren and Nora, while the girl with blue hair is Nebula, and finally we have-"
"Pyrrha Nikos... she's kind of famous where I'm from." As he looked at the champion, he noticed the brightness from her green eyes fade. She held a smile, but it wasn't genuine – had he done something to upset her?
"It's nice to meet you, I'm always happy to meet a fan."
"Hey there Jaune, Yang has told us so much about you, is it true you're a medic, does that mean you can heal all our bruises in the blink of an eye? I had a friend once who carried around a bunch of band aids, but she never really used them a lot." Jaune spoke too soon when he said Ruby was the most energetic girl he ever met.
"Nora... give him a second to meet everyone." The boy named Ren cut in.
The sound of a chair scooting closer filled his ears as he turned to the right to see the girl named Nebula. She had light tan skin, indigo colored hair swept to the left, and mesmerizing olive green eyes. "Hello there, mind if sit here?" Jaune slowly nodded, his attempt at hiding the blush on cheeks in vain. Now that he thought about it, he never expected himself to be surrounded by such beautiful women.
"I'm Jaune," he extended his arm forward, waiting for Nebula to shake. Nebula tilted her head and giggled, grasping it firmly, the unexpected strength catching him off guard. Jaune began to wonder if all the girls at Beacon were that strong. The answer was probably.
"So what kind of mission you think we're getting?" Yang asked in-between bites of her sandwich, the crumbs falling to the table as Weiss let out a grumble.
"Chew with your mouth close please!"
"According to the Headmaster, we'll each be sent to a different part of Vale for routine patrols. Nothing too serious I'm sure." That was good news at least, he didn't think he was ready for a more serious mission. This would be his first time out in the field... and among the Grimm.
"I see you guys have already met Tawny," Jaune mentioned with a quick nod. The orange-haired girl lifted her head up to look at him with the same empty irises.
"Oh, so you two know each other?" Nebula asked.
"Sort of, we're just acquaintances really," Tawny answered. He never considered them close friends, as they hardly ever hung out.
"Acquaintances? Boring." Yang sighed with disappointment.
Before Jaune could further comment on the matter, he noticed two boys approach the table from the entrance with enthusiastic grins. From what he gathered, one of them was a Faunus with distinguishable monkey features. He noticed his furry tail wagging back and forth as he stared at one particular spot on the table in Blake Belladonna's direction. The other boy was tanned-skinned and much taller, sporting an undercut of light blue hair – Jaune would describe him as a pretty boy.
"Hey guys, what's up?" the Faunus asked with enthusiasm as he bounced over to Blake's left side. He twirled an apple on his finger and caught it with his tail, biting a small chunk off with a satisfied smirk.
"Look who it is, our new boy toys," Yang teased.
"Why hello Neptune, it's good to see you again." Jaune noticed the Schnee heiress's face brighten, her tiny lips curving into a rare smile. Well it was rare for him – so far his presence only angered the girl.
Neptune returned a wink with his dark blue eyes and swaggered over to the table. "How've ya been snow angel? Your team caught up in more mischief yet?"
"Hardly, just trying to adjust to our new-" Weiss stole a glance in his direction and turned back to face Neptune. "Arrangements, I'm sure you heard the announcement."
Neptune and the other unnamed boy shifted their attention at Jaune, looking at him in excitement. He didn't have much to go on, but so far they seemed nice... not that he was the best judge of character. Based on their appearances and slight accents, he surmised that they weren't from Beacon, and were part of the pool of transfers coming from other schools for the tournament. It was embarrassing to admit, but he never had any close male friends during his childhood.
Being surrounded by so many different personality types was at first unnerving. He wasn't use to being the center of attention; usually he was jostled by bullies to become the source of ridicule, labeled the "shame of the Arcs", by some. But now it was strangely comforting to be around a group so large. He soon found himself smiling at the prospect of gaining friends within the school, or at least the attempt of doing so.
"Oh, you must be one of those medics then!"
"Um, yeah, my name is Jaune Arc, pleased to meet you."
Sun hopped over the table despite the protest from some of the girls and landed next to his seat. "Sun Wukong, what's it like at a normal school?" he blinked a few times as he processed the question.
What did he mean by a normal school? Like a non-huntsman one?
"Ignore my friend's improper manners," Neptune butted in, "I'm Neptune Vasilias." Jaune accepted his hand and chuckled.
"So what brought you here man? You're kind of ballsy for wanting to go up against the Grimm without knowing how to fight." Much to the dismay of some of the other members at the table based on their reactions, Sun was straightforward.
"Jaune you don't have to answer-" Pyrrha was about to protest, until he shook his head. Why try and avoid the obvious topic on everyone's mind?
"I'm curious as well to be honest," Yang pitched in. Of course she was.
Jaune began to rub the back of his neck, becoming nervous as everyone directed colorful gazes upon him. "Well, you'll all probably think it's stupid."
"No we won't," Ruby practically shouted, "No one here would laugh at your ambitions Jaune." It was hard to pin down the expression Ruby held, her silver eyes not filled with the same childishness as before.
She meant every word... so why couldn't he bear to tell the truth?
"Well, I really just wanted to help people you know? To be honest I was never really strong compared to the rest of my family. But I still felt like making difference – so I decided to become a field medic." A simple enough explanation, and it wasn't entirely a lie.
"Well that's quite admirable," Pyrrha commented.
Most of them nodded their heads in approval, but the look Weiss gave him was that of suspicion. She knew the real story; about his lineage and the disownment, that he was too weak to carry on the family name – yet the heiress said nothing. But why? She could have exposed all of his secrets and let the school know how pathetic he was. There was also the chance she was using it as leverage, but now he was just being paranoid.
"Pretty cool, must have taken a lot of hard work to get where you are. But tell me, have you ever faced down a Grimm before?" Yang questioned, leaning forward in her chair.
"Do they teach self-defense at the Vale Medical Preparatory school?" Nebula mused aloud, placing her finger on her chin.
"Self-defense – not really, we're not trained to be combatants, only to help the wounded on the battlefield." Yang's face was filled with disappointment at the answer, and leaned back.
"Isn't that kind of dangerous?" Neptune responded.
"Yeah, I guess, but it's our duty." The look of doubts on the boy's face was similar to the sentiment that many of the other students shared.
"And what happens when we can't save you?" Blake asked. There was no cruelty in her words, nor did Jaune see any malice in her expression.
On the short of amount of time he spent with the group, he could tell that Blake freely expressed her opinions. Her question was one of the many doubts that plagued his mind. How many people in his field died each year? He remembered the long speech at the beginning of the school about the mortality rate of his future profession – it was depressing.
"I'm sure we'll never allow that to happen." Pyrrha said with a reassured smile toward Jaune's direction.
Blake let out a small sigh and muttered, "I hope that's true."
"Jaune, you should get something to eat before the cafeteria closes for the night," Ruby suggested with glee as she led him away from the table.
He was quite hungry, and the inevitable debate that almost started made him nervous. There was a silver lining however, as most of the members from Tawny's team were quite supportive of his actions. Jaune still couldn't believe how fast he was making new friends at Beacon, and it brought a silly thought – what would his life been like if he were a student here? Could he have been a leader for one of the teams, perhaps been neighbors with Ruby and the others?
There was no point in thinking of impossibilities, all that mattered was his position now. He was at Beacon, regardless of how he got there – Jaune had every intention of making his mark at the school, huntsman or not. Ruby's grip tightened around his palm, and unbeknownst to him, a small tear made its way down his left cheek.
What was the point of school right now? That was what Blake Belladonna kept asking herself so late at night as the rest of her team prepared for bed. Dinner was only a little enlightening when Jaune let slip his reasons for becoming a medic, but honestly it didn't really move her like some of her other friends. She heard the same story before a thousand times; the underappreciated boy or girl who strove to prove everyone wrong.
Not something she could entirely sympathize with.
She had far more pressing matters to attend, starting with investigating the White Fang's movements further. Blake knew she was close, that the first clue would soon make itself available – but not if she was stuck playing as the good student. As much as she enjoyed the company of her team, her concentration was spread thin until she found a connection between Roman Torchwick and her old organization.
The one advantage that Beacon gave her search, was the library, one of the largest sources of information in Vale. It was almost ten o'clock and Yang and the others began to prep for bed, going through the usual routines such as setting the bed and changing into their nightgowns (or in Ruby's case, pajamas). She went along with the act, not wanting to tip them off to her late night excursions.
The first tired sigh escaped from Weiss who closed her textbook with a loud thud, carrying a brighter smile than usual.
"What's got you so happy princess?" Yang mumbled through a yawn. Miraculously her blonde tresses stayed leveled against the pillow.
"Nothing in particular, just ready for bed." Weiss untied her ponytail and let it fell, locks of white hair unfolding against her back.
"Don't give me that," Yang chuckled, "looks like someone got the case of the blues." A groan belonging to Ruby escaped from the bathroom – she had to agree, the pun wasn't that great.
"That was horrible, and just because I might find someone else's company preferable doesn't mean I'm suddenly smitten." A nice choice of words from their icy teammate, especially when Blake herself didn't know what to think of Sun.
When she met her fellow Faunus, Sun, had been willing to lend an ear to her problems. Even when she revealed her past connections to the White Fang, he didn't judge her, simply regarding it as a past transgression – it also didn't hurt that he was good looking. However she didn't have time for a relationship, at least not a proper one. She wouldn't lead him on unnecessarily, not when she was consumed by finding the truth.
"So what about you Blake, did seeing Sun get you all hot and bothered like Weiss? I didn't know you were into muscularly men."
"Please, I don't have a type, and it was nice seeing him I guess." Yang tilted her head at her response.
"Blake, what's got you so upset?" damn, Blake thought. She allowed her emotions to unfurl a little.
"Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about something."
"It was cool seeing them again," Ruby happily said as she hopped out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, "having Jaune around also made for a good company, don't you agree Yang?" her partner nodded, rolling her eyes as Ruby brushed her teeth in the middle of the room.
"There wasn't much to go off to be honest," she surprisingly said out loud, "he appears to be kind, but he's just doing what we are – training to be something better." A strange silence followed after her comment, and she noticed the expressions on Yang and Ruby turning upset.
"Fair enough, but I don't like all the slack everyone's giving these guys. I mean, they just came to help out, why should we reject them you know?" Blake nodded in understanding, even if she didn't entirely agree.
"Perhaps they will help."
With their little discussion over, everyone fell back into the motions, and the lights went off. Blake lifted up the black silk covers on her bed and sat her head on the pillow, watching as her teammates drifted off to sleep. She could hear their breathing slow, and in the darkness she noticed Ruby's small form rise up and down.
Not too really brag, but Blake considered herself quite the stealthy person. One of the skills that she learned while being in the White Fang under Adam's tutelage, was becoming one with the environment. It paid off, as every night she would successfully sneak out of the room without a sound. Slipping out from under the covers was easy, and she found herself exiting the room without a hitch.
The past week, she been scouring the archives for any information on White Fang raids. If she wanted to find a connection with Torchwick, she would have to look at past robberies involving Dust. There were similar cases, but nothing definitive to link the criminal mastermind. Something else she was thankful for, was the library remaining open until midnight – although she usually overstayed her welcome.
Only a handful of students stayed in the library during the late hours, leaving her as much discretion to use the computers without anyone becoming nosey. She always made her way to a terminal near the windows, being fond of the moonlight that shined through. Most of the lights were dimmed, with only the lamps on the tables guiding her – not that she couldn't see the way already clearly.
The next hour, she searched through hundreds of police files and newspaper clippings of recent crimes involving Dust shops, searching for a common element. Nothing was coming up, and with each minute passing she became more restless; a common occurrence with her lately. The crimes were too similar, and the goons Torchwick used never left behind anything to announce themselves to the police. Perhaps she needed to narrow down the search to particular areas?
Blake wanted to be stubborn and stay awake, but with their big mission tomorrow she had no choice but to rein herself in. In anger, she slammed the keyboard with a grunt, cursing her ignorance. And then she caught the sound of a sneeze from the table not far behind her. She cocked her head to side and spotted Jaune leaned over a book; he rubbed his nose and checked his scroll, his eyes holding a look of bewilderment.
"Jaune, is that you?"
Jaune lifted his head and bumped it on the lamp sitting on the table. "Oh, Blake, I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" she shook her head and peeked behind him, noticing a book that had Grimm illustrations.
"What are you doing so up late?"
"I was doing some extra studying before tomorrow – trying to learn more about the Grimm before I face them in real life." She could understand a little, though reading text wouldn't prepare him for the horror of seeing one up close.
"You didn't bother me," Blake replied to his earlier answer with a tired yawn, "actually, I'm just now leaving."
"Hey Blake..." she turned back around, her amber eyes studying his slouched position, noticing his lowered gaze.
"What is it?"
"Tell me – is it wrong to be scared?" her eyes widened a bit, surprised by the sudden question. Was he afraid of facing the Grimm tomorrow? It wouldn't be too surprising, as most people avoided the creatures as much as possible.
"Do you mean of the Grimm?"
A chuckle escaped his lips, "No... I mean, of myself."
"Why would you be afraid of yourself?" Blake asked with a worried tone – she didn't want the boy to do something drastic tomorrow.
"After hearing everything you said, and how some of the students here are acting... I don't know, I just feel some doubt. What if you're right Blake? Perhaps I'm not qualified enough, or even prepared for this?" Jaune questioned as he burrowed his face into his palms, hands ruffling his already messy blonde locks. She never meant to do this.
"Have you always fret about this?" She was beginning to feel a little guilty, especially since it was her that filled his head with doubt.
"Sometimes... I worked day and night, studied for hours into the night, practicing on mock patients until I was certain everything checked out."
"But you felt you weren't good enough." Blake let slip.
"Exactly," Jaune looked at her with an intrigued look, his eyes wandering to her bow atop her head. It twitched once or twice as she blushed in embarrassment.
"Jaune... I know how you feel – there are times when I feel powerless, but I don't let that stop me – no I can't let it," She clenched her fists as she pictured Roman with his cocky grin aboard the bullhead that whisked him away.
"Is it anything you might want to talk about?"
She hesitated for a second, bearing into his kind ocean blue eyes as they gleamed against the moonlight. There was so much she could tell him – about the White Fang and Torchwick, her childhood... but she wasn't ready to reveal so much, not to someone she just met today.
"No, I'm fine."
"Sorry for unloading all of this on you, I know we just met and all – you seemed like a good listener I guess." Jaune laughed as he reverted back to his nervous twitch.
"Its fine, I've heard much worse."
"This probably sounds pathetic, but I had no friends growing up," Jaune stood up from the table and grabbed his book, a smirk still present on his face. "It's only been a day and you guys have made me feel so welcome." Blake was a little taken back – could someone so humble exist?
"We should probably get some sleep," Blake uttered as she began to make her way toward the exit. Jaune nodded and followed suit, waving at Blake as he left in the opposite direction. As his figure disappeared, she let out another sigh.
Had she expected to meet someone in the library, she would have prepared herself more carefully. Luck was on her side however, as Jaune never noticed her sleuthing on the terminal. Although... their brief conversation was pleasant; he never pressed her for answers like others would. Which brought to mind a strange thought, only based on a statement he made. How could someone so kind not make friends?
Jaune was keeping more secrets then he let on, granted so was she. She had no plans on prying any information from him – that was his business – so long as it didn't affect the team. Sad as it sounded, she had no immediate plans to bond with him, not because he was a bad person, but because his stay was only temporary, while Yang and the others acted like he was a permanent addition.
Out of respect, she would keep her opinions about the need for medics on the battlefield to herself. Jaune, was honorable enough to not go around and tell everyone she was Faunus – not that her teammates didn't know. Yes, Jaune Arc, appeared gentle, though a little meek. But will he be able to keep his temperament when faced with the Grimm?
I can only hope.
Some of you may have noticed that nothing was updated this past week, and that's because I took advantage of Spring break and used it to relax. Then again I still work, so it doesn't really matter huh? In the end however, the story beckoned me, so I did write a little bit.