Yang Xiao Long was very impressed with her already considerable self-control. She had only made a single 'request' for Jaune to cook the night's meal while rocking the naked apron look. Honestly, Jaune was attractive in a gangly kind of way. That said, Yang was more interested in the hilarious reaction of Ruby, Pyrrha, and Blake. The sputtering and wide-eye expressions had been perfect. Weiss hadn't really reacted, though the blonde had noticed a bit of a twitch above her scarred eye.
'I am going to make her snap!' Yang declared.
"Hey ladies and our Jaune lone guy," Yang called out.
Weiss rolled her eyes. "Yang...stop."
The blonde snickered as she ignored the pained look adorning the heiress' face. Jaune looked up from his attempts at opening a particularly stubborn jar of Crème fraîche. The other girls turned to where Yang was sitting.
Ruby was sitting at the edge of her bed, happily swinging her legs to and fro. "What's up, Yang?"
"I have a joke! Wanna hear?"
Weiss was frantically and silently motioning 'no!' in every possible way. The others simply smiled and nodded.
Yang eagerly rubbed her hands together. "So, Strioj decides to take a vacation to Remnant. She, yes I'm saying Strioj is a girl, gets mixed up in a rough crowd and helps some really shady types with a bank robbery. Their plans goes south and everyone involved is arrested. The judges sentence the robbers to fifteen years in prison. Strioj is sentenced to ten years. Now, the vacationing world is shocked. 'I didn't take part in the robbery!' The lead judge doesn't care. "Yes, but you helped planet!"
"Damn it Yang!" Jaune groaned.
"How would the largest planet in the sky even fit on Remnant?" Ruby asked, looking to her other teammates for an explanation.
"Don't over-think the joke!" Yang snapped.
"It wasn't a joke. All you did was have an overly long set up for a wretched pun!" Weiss snapped.
Yang threw up her hands in triumph. She could practically see the steam coming out of Weiss' ears!
Desperate for a change of subject, Weiss wheeled around and faced Jaune. "Arc! What are you cooking?"
"Munster Tarte flambée," Jaune answered. "I'm not sure I should give Yang any after that pun, dough."
"Jaune," Pyrrha drew out the word. She was clearly putting a great deal of thought into her next couple of words. "I wasn't expecting you...to go...the extra...lard? For puns."
Weiss paled in abject horror. Yang's puns were truly a virus! Even Pyrrha Nikos wasn't immune! Jaune Arc unleashing a pun wasn't surprising. Her closest male friend was clearly a complete dork. Pyrrha on the other hand! She couldn't believe it!
"Pyrrha! I'm shocked! Cheese tell me you have more jokes like that," Ruby quipped as much to tease her mortified partner as egg Pyrrha and the others on.
"P-Please...please stop," Weiss whimpered.
"Weiss..." Blake piped in sympathetically. "Can't you Schnee that we are all just having a bit of fun?"
The heiress had well and truly lost. If she was the last sane woman, did that make her the crazy one? Oh well, if she couldn't beat them... "I guess...I guess I'll just have to Yang on for dear life and hope this madness is just a passing phase. I just hope this doesn't turn into a Pyrrha-c victory."
"YES!" Yang cried out! She immediately started jumping around the room like the madwoman she was! "I am the greatest! I am the Pun and only Yang Xiao Long!"
The hallway leading to Professor Ozpin's office was poorly lit in the best of times. Gris figured the Professor even had a reason for that. It was next to impossible to get the drop on Oz. The man seemingly had a plan for everything.
Pausing in front of the door, Gris sighed. He really wished that this wasn't business. He desperately wanted to see how his boy had settled in at Beacon. There were more important things at stake.
"You can come in, Gris," Ozpin said from the other side.
Gris the Huntsman strode into the room with a scowl. "One day, I swear I'm going to find out how the fuck you do that."
A red-eyed dusty crow flew in through the open window and landed in one of the empty seats. In a flash of Aura and Dust, Qrow shifted forms. Ozpin's Right Hand threw his feet up on the Headmaster's desk. "Don't bother, Gris. I've known him for years and I don't have a damn clue how he does half the shit he does."
"Maybe if you weren't always pissed off your rocker," Gris snapped.
Qrow laughed. "Don't start sounding like a Schnee."
"I'd take a running leap out of the Tower," Gris laughed back.
"While this reunion is touching," Ozpin interjected. "I believe we have urgent business that must be addressed."
Qrow took the lead. "I have three leads. All point to Mistral."
"Go on," Ozpin pressed.
"Marcus Black has vanished. He's been gone two and a half years. The slippery bastard has vanished for a long time before, but he's always surfaced after at least a year. The only people who even know he's gone are the shadiest of the shady," Qrow explained.
"He must be good. I have never heard of him until now. Assassins should never be famous," Gris mentioned.
"Exactly," Qrow grumbled as he fished out his flask. "Fame gets you killed in that line of work."
"Gris, what about your investigations?" Ozpin redirected the conversation.
The Huntsman leaned forward. "I'm afraid one of Vale's best book stores will have to close soon."
"I would have never imagined," Ozpin said offhandedly. "How did you get in touch with Tuskon?"
"My production crew provides useful cover. We have to scout locations after all," Gris admitted. "We located Tuskon in the usual way." He thumbed in Qrow's general direction. "We actually got word from Qrow on this lead."
"The White Fang defectors. Most of those got a personal visit from the Asshole In Chief," Qrow pointed out.
"But our friend Tuskon managed to slip away," Gris pointed out. "He is a huge piece of the puzzle. Think about it, he was the Quartermaster for the entire merry band of fuckwits."
"No shit," Qrow groused. "No way Taurus and whoever is bankrolling the Fang are going to let him go."
Ozpin leaned forward. "We must be subtle in securing Tuskon. I will oversee the planning as he is currently in Vale. Qrow, I know you are leaving tonight. When will you be departing for Vacuo, Gris?"
"We will film two more episodes over the course of three day. I'll reach out to my friends higher up in the networks. If the chips fall right, we can direct hearts and minds in a positive direction," the third member of the meeting supplied. He paused for a moment. "I always wonder about this time of year..."
"At least the weather is stable for a moment," Ozpin said comfortingly. "Good evening gentlemen."
Qrow actually got out of his seat and followed the cook to the elevator. "What?"
"I half expected you to take the window."
"Don't want my nieces to know about my Semblance. Can't keep spying on them if they see me show up as a crow." Qrow took a swig out of his flask. He offered Fourneau, but the other Huntsman shook his head.
"Not if you are still drink that fucking Vacuoan swill," Gris challenged.
Qrow snorted. "Like that local shit you push is any better."
The two friends laughed. "At least we aren't like Tai and drinking that Oum Forsaken Menagerie Rum."
"He only started because he found out that was all Summer would drink," Qrow guffawed and slapped his buddy on the back.
"I fucking miss those days, Qrow," Fourneau admitted. "Back before we realized just how deep the shit went. I miss GRSS and STRQ. A day doesn't go by that I don't."
The Scythe Master ran a hand through his hair. "If we do our jobs, our brats won't ever know. And I do too. "
There was a quiet that settled over the two veterans. Qrow suddenly got a smirk that always promised trouble. The last time Gris Fourneau had seen that smirk Qrow, Gris, Taiyang, and Stáka had all woke up nursing a fierce hangover in one of Vale's many fine law enforcement centers.
In other words, it promised a hell of a good time.
"Want to go embarrass the hell out of our brats?"
"Qrow, sometimes I forget you are a bloody idiot!" Gris roared in laughter. "Count me in."
The acrid smell of expensive tobacco wafted through the warehouse. Grumbled curses seemingly swam amongst the smoke of the expensive cigars. A woman, power hidden behind her tiny facade, moved through the empty storehouse under an ornate parasol. She swayed to silent music as she approached her finely attired compatriot. Her redheaded partner was clearly frustrated, and even her entrance had done little to assuage his dark mood.
"Neo," Roman Torchwich greeted tersely. "Please give me good news. I've got our partners breathing down my neck."
The short woman shook her head. A shift in eye color, a wrinkle of her brow, and a twirl of her multi-hued hair carried the full breadth of a conversation.
No one could read her like Roman. "I knew it. I. Freaking. Knew. It. Our little defector has someone covering his tracks. Probably a Huntsman or Huntress knowing our recent luck. Neo, please be a dear and tell me that we've made progress somewhere."
The girl grinned darkly before somersaulting onto the desk. Neo flourished her parasol and rested it on her shoulder. Her free hand cupped Roman's chin.
"The next shipment of Dust is en route," Roman breathed a sigh of relief. His physically miniscule partner used her parasol to flip Roman's bowler hat off his head. "Ah...so there will be something else worth having on that airship."
Neo's hand traced Roman's jawline before she mimed the shape of a firing gun.
"Now, what kind of gun could get you excited?"
The petite criminal acted out taking off, and crushing, a mask while taking a very deep breath.
"I'm going to need to figure out a way to reward you for that lead," Roman took a deep drag of his cigar. The second he finished, Neo snatched it and mimicked the action. The mastermind arced a styled eyebrow questioningly. Seconds later, Neo had exploded off the table and twirled around Roman's neck like a gymnast before coming to a stop piggyback. "Oh ho ho. I really do love the way you think."
The International Brotherhood's symbol of "Someone's getting Laid" was proudly displayed on the doorknob to Team JNPR's room. Qrow looked at it with a mix of amusement and quasi-paternal concern.
Gris just chuckled. "I'm not going to have to prevent you from murdering my son. It's two of his teammates. Trust me. Jaune and I had a talk earlier."
"If he's taking advantage of either of Tai's daughters, my nieces, I don't care who he is, I'm going to castrate the fuck out of him," Qrow growled.
"That won't be necessary," Gris warned with a roll of his eyes. The two adults paused in front of Team RWBY's room.
"Come on Pyrrha! You've gotten Jaune twice! I want a go at him!" Ruby cried.
"It's best two out of three, Ruby," Pyrrha replied calmly, yet out of breath.
"Oh hell no!" Qrow snarled and threw open the door. The sight that greeted a very angry Qrow and a concerned Gris only marginally calmed down the Scythe Wielder. A frazzled Jaune Arc was being used as the rope in a tug of war between a pajama-clad Ruby and an equally night-ready Pyrrha.
"It's not what it looks like!" Jaune shouted, especially as the two girls tightened their grip on his arms. Now was not the time to think about how kind both girls' development had been. Especially since a guy who looked like Ruby's dad was drawing his weapon.
"The heck!" Qrow growled as his weapon suddenly became magnetically attached to the doorframe. Gris cursed under his breath as his prosthetic leg suddenly shifted.
Ruby and Yang gasped happily. The Pint-sized Reaper called out "Uncle Qroooooow!" and used her Semblance to beat Yang to their uncle. She latched onto his arm and greeted her mentor with a chipper "Hi!"
Yang...proceeded to tackle her Uncle. "Qrow!"
"While Qrow's distracted, care to explain?" Gris asked his son.
"Uh, not sure about the weapons and your leg..." Jaune started.
"Sorry!" Pyrrha hastily apologized and deactivated her Semblance.
"It's alright, Pyrrha," Jaune said calmly. "We were playing Two Step Turnover. Pyrrha won the Rock-Paper-Scissors game. Since, the game is well...mine...I also got first turn as well."
"And?" Qrow demanded.
"Uh, Ruby really wanted her turn?" Jaune offered nervously.
"And," Qrow repeated.
"Jaune is the nicest guy ever, Uncle Qrow," Ruby whined. "He's a gentlemen!"
Yang had detached herself from her uncle. "Jaune is way too nice."
"I didn't raise my son to be like us," Gris pointed out.
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Qrow shot back.
The cook shook his head. "It means you can trust my son. These ladies do."
"If I acted like a jackass, they'd also kick the ever living crap out of me. One at a time," Jaune pointed out helpfully. "because they are that good."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Arc," Weiss chimed in from her seat.
The Scythe Master shrugged his shoulder. "Fine. Yang, if he messes with your sister kick his ass."
"Hey, aren't you going to tell Ruby to protect my virtue?" Yang groused.
"Ha! Like she'd need to. You'd pull that stunt from Junior's and not stop," Yang's uncle.
Yang cocked her head to the side and smirked. "Yup!"
"Do I want to know?" Jaune asked, only partially ignoring that Pyrrha hadn't let go the entire conversation.
"She nearly crushed his balls," Qrow pointed out. "I could use a drink. Want to try to break our record at K's?"
Gris shrugged. "It'll be hard without Tai." He turned to his son. "Jaune, treat your friends with respect or I will get in line."
"Yes sir!" Jaune actually saluted. The two older Huntsman departed.
Ruby returned to the tug of war match with a mischievous grin. "Congratulations Jaune! My uncle likes you! That means he won't be calling Daddy to work out where to bury your body!"
A duet of quasi-sinister snickering and aristocratic laughing was an unwelcome start to Jaune Arc's final day of a long weekend. His mind slowly began to theorize why he was being laughed at. Obviously, Yang was involved. That was a near scientific certainty because...Yang. As Jaune's mind was lifted from his 'just woke up' fog, there were four details that came into sharp focus. First, he had slept on the floor in-between the two structurally-questionable bunkbeds. Second, one Ruby Rose had cut off all circulation in his left arm via an adorable death grip. Third, Pyrrha Nikos had evidently decided that Jaune's statement of being 'his right hand' needed to be literal. The Invincible Girl had mirrored the Reaper's death grip. Pyrrha was splayed out at a perpendicular angle from Jaune instead of Ruby's parallel. That allowed the fourth and final detail to be possible. Blake Belladonna had adopted his right thigh as a pillow.
If Qrow returned, Jaune was pretty sure he could face his death with a smile. Nothing had happened, but it was still quite the ego-boost to wake up with three gorgeous women clinging to his body like a life raft.
"Please tell me that you have at least a dozen pictures, Yang," Weiss said in a voice that sounded downright predatory.
"Only if you do the same, Schnee." The 'click' of a Scroll's camera app served as a pretty emphatic punctuation.
Jaune stared at his two fully awake friends. He groaned as he realized that, yes, they probably did havedozens of pictures of this situation. Joy. "So, are those pictures blackmail on me or the girls?"
"Yes," Weiss and Yang said at the same time.
"How, how did we even get into this situation?" Jaune asked. "Last thing I remember was Ruby challenging us to that trivia game she downloaded after dessert..."
"Which was amazing by the way," Yang complimented. "Gotta give the parfaits the edge over the blueberry cake thingies."
Weiss snorted. "Maybe on presentation you palate-less barbarian!"
"Ladies, focus," Jaune prodded gently. The three girls clinging to the SS. Fourneau didn't stir too much. Pyrrha gripped his arm even tighter. Ruby may have tightened her vice-like grip, but circulation in Jaune's left arm had long ago faded into an age of myth. Blake may have uttered something about sashimi, but no one was sure.
"Fine," both girls snapped at Jaune. Jaune gulped. He didn't want Blake, Ruby, or Pyrrha to wake up and have the sight of Weiss and Yang collecting Blackmail to greet them.
"You all played nearly a dozen rounds," Yang revealed. "Ruby got eliminated when the system chose the Ninja of Love category at random. Is there something you want to tell us about that series? Like say...if you secretly write it?"
Jaune gave Yang a withering 'Now is not the time!' glare. Unperturbed, the pugilist continued. "Pyrrha and Blake eventually tied in that category. There were a few more categories, but a combination of competitiveness and sleepiness made the game hilarious."
"Does Pyrrha really apologize for everything?" Weiss asked with a grin.
The 'partitioned' chef gave his awake and amused friends a dry look. "Are you recording this conversation?"
The two very pretty girls graced Jaune with a sweet and gentle smile. "Of course not," Yang assured Jaune.
"Not answering any questions while you are recording this conversation. In fact, I might never make blueberry-lemon tarts or Strawberry Sunrises...ever...if this recording sees the light of day..."
"YOU MONSTER!" Weiss and Yang shouted in despair.
The cry of anguish caused the grip on Jaune's arm to tighten and the pressure on his thigh to increase. Needless to say, this made a certain situation...precarious.
"Yang...stop yelling," Ruby mumbled into Jaune's arm.
"Why is my pillow moving?" Blake asked in sleep-confusion haze.
Pyrrha blinked a few times as she looked around. She saw Weiss and Yang smirking viciously and immediately buried her head into Jaune's arm. The Hoplite was desperately hoping that if she ignored her two friends they would get bored with this situation and simply go away.
"You've mortified us all enough, I think," Jaune grumbled. "If we all delay acknowledging this...uh...predicament for a little longer, I can make French Toast."
"Bribing us with your cooking always works," Weiss relented.
Thus began the somewhat awkward and reluctant "Great Untangling". A part of Jaune's mind readily admitted that waking up like that again would actually be quite welcome. There were a few awkward, shy, and confused apologies between Jaune and the girls. Fortunately, Jaune's threat of holding his cooking hostage and PBR solidarity staved off further threats of teasing and blackmail from Yang and Weiss.
"I need to run next door and grab something. Fortunately, I won't be stepping on Ren's toes when it comes to ingredients," Jaune announced with a yawn. The girls were already starting their morning ritual combat to see who got first crack at the bathroom and only partially responded. Jaune crossed the hall and knocked cautiously on his dorm's door.
A very disheveled Ren greeted his friend. "Good morning? I think it's morning."
"I take it sleep wasn't a thing?" Jaune asked with a smirk. Ren shook his head. "Didn't think so."
"Same, I take it?" Ren asked.
Jaune ran a hand through his locks. "Maybe not quite, but yeah...Pyrrha, Ruby, and Blake may have gotten...possessive?"
Ren's raised eyebrow usually foretold a dryly humorous retort of phenomenal subtlety. The reply was intercepted by a single clap. The only two males in the RWBYJNPR 'secretly one' Team turned down the hall. The clapping was picking up pace, but most certainly remained a slow clap.
Team CRDL, along with Atian and a few other guys were at the end of the hall. They were all looking oddly respectful, if a bit jealous.
"Ren...everyone knows that you and Nora got together-together, but..."
"I believe they are under the impression you also are together-together with RWBY and Pyrrha," Ren confirmed.
Jaune rolled his eyes. "For their safety, I'm going to dissuade those guys later. If Ruby and Yang's Uncle Qrow found out they were spreading any type of rumors..."
"That bad?" Ren asked as he led Jaune into the dorm.
"Castration bad. Launch Nora_LegBreak dot exe bad," Jaune admitted.
"I get to break legs! When?" Nora called out from the bedroom. Jaune instinctively cast a glance in the direction of Nora's voice. She had a sheet wrapped around her, but that was probably the closest she had come to being clothed in hours.
"Depends on if I can squash rumors or not," Jaune admitted as he started collecting some of the ingredients he needed. "If I can't...two words...Weapons Free."
"You are the second best man alive," Nora cooed.
"Thanks Nora!" Jaune called out.
Nora snorted. "Now that I got a look at you, I can tell what rumors are starting. I'll help dash those. Now, get back across that hall! I need to teach Renny to use Magnhild again!"
Jaune laughed as he opened the dorm's door with his foot. "That's a good one, Nora. Have fun you two!"
Professor Ozpin interlocked his fingers and smiled knowingly at Glynda. The combat instructor sighed. "I am not sure I understand why you needed this particular Scroll Contact ID, sir."
"Glynda, I am sure you have heard the rather entertaining story involving the good captain and Teams RWBY and most of JNPR?"
Professor Goodwitch scoffed. "I heard a few rumors, but the entire situation is far too ridiculous to grant it any consideration!" Ozpin merely peered over his glasses. The amused glint in his eyes caused Glynda's eyes to narrow. "It actually happened."
"Indeed," Ozpin hummed and linked his Scroll to his desk. A few taps later and a connection was established.
"This is First Mate Laal Cristatus of the Silver Cirri. Headmaster Ozpin, it is an honor to hear from you again," the Faunus officer greeted Ozpin politely.
"It is a pleasure as always. I am afraid that I must be brief today. Is your captain available?" The Headmaster was the very picture of courtesy.
Laal, the Faunus Jaune knew as 'Tusks', nodded. "Aye, Captain Colcannon just finished with dealing with those Atlas tw...Atlas officials. I'll patch you to him."
The communications gap lasted only a moment.
"Bloody Ozpin! How's the craic?" Kale greeted warmly.
The graying headmaster smiled. "The craic's ninety."
"Good ta see ya are the only 'Eadmaster that isn't a complete caffer! What can I do ya for?" Colcannon slapped his knee at the proper response to his question.
"I have word that you offered one of my students a nickser," the Professor asked as he took a sip of coffee.
Colcannon sighed. "Aye. Ya ain't cheesed that I tried to grab Jaune?"
"Kale, my friend, if I had an issue with that, you would have heard about it long before now," Ozpin assured the captain.
"Good ta hear ya ain't vexed. If this ain't about Jaune, then whatcha need with a nickser?"
Ozpin grinned. "I may have a need for an...associate...to receive a full nickser."
"That would take a wheen bitta favors," Kale grumbled.
The Professor laughed. "Kale, have I ever not delivered?"
"I take it would take more than a joyce to get more outta ya?" Colcannon asked.
"Right now, yes. This is...delicate...situation that requires subtlety and cleverness. Fortunately, I have just the teams to accomplish such a mission..."
Captain Colcannon nodded. "If ya think they are master, then I trust ya. The Cirri will be ready for ya teams when ya need this ol' lash."
"You have my thanks," Ozpin said with a bow of the head. The connection was severed with a smile. The Headmaster's amusement didn't fade as the flat look he received from Glynda hadn't subsided the entire conversation.
"Sir, are you sure we should entrust such a sensitive matter to those teams?"
Ozpin took another sip. "Glynda, my dear, I would trust no other teams to act with the tact and professionalism required..."
"Yang," Jaune growled as he tested the strength of the handcuffs. He should have known Yang was up to something when she happily volunteered to help clean up after breakfast. Alarms should have been blaring after Ruby, Pyrrha, Blake, and Weiss had left for the library. Unfortunately, he ignored his instincts and could only ask, "Why the hell did you cuff me to a chair?"
"Because, Fugitive, we need to have a very important conversation. I had to make sure that you didn't take the default male response and run away." Yang Xiao Long crossed her arms, purposefully accenting her breasts to test Jaune's reaction. Jaune pulled a guy and cast a quick glance, but looked guilty about it.
"Or, you could have asked instead of chaining me to a chair! Come on, Yang! When have I ever done anything to deserve this? Other than threaten your precious Strawberry Sunrises," the Son of Gris Fourneau snapped.
"You'll be punished properly for threatening my favorite drink! I bet you'd even serve them without those fancy little umbrellas, you fiend!"
Jaune groaned. "You really are Ruby's sister. So, you caught me! I am a fiend out to destroy the very fabric of decent society with umbrella-less Strawberry Sunrises and Oatmeal Raisin Cookies. Your dad must be proud that his daughters have saved Vale from its greatest threat!"
"This is what I'm talking about!" Yang threw her hands up.
"Sarcasm? Really?" Jaune groaned. "Not sure if you're aware, but our little group? We're all sarcastic. Even Ruby and Pyrrha make these adorable attempts at sarcasm."
"No, not the sarcasm. I can handle sarcasm. I remember to wear my big girl panties. I'm talking about that! The thing you just did, being all complimentary and flirty with multiple girls."
"What?" Jaune squawked. "Flirty? I'm not flirting with anyone! I'm trying not to intentionally flirting with anyone!"
Yang approached and leaned forward so that the only thing Jaune could see was her lilac eyes. Jaune squirmed at his fellow blond's hand placement. Her right hand was clearly in the 'stranger danger' region. "So, you're not a dense moron. You actually get that my good friend Pyrrha, my partner Blake, and my baby sister, for whom I will happily end an asshole for hurting her, are all into you."
"No crap! I'm trying to be an anti-asshole and not lead them on! Pyrrha, Ruby, and Blake are my friends too! RWBY and JNPR are probably the only real friends I've ever had, if you don't count family, in my entire life. I don't want to fuck that up. More importantly, I really don't want to hurt anyone! Hell, I'm not even sure I'm looking to date right now. I'm also not going to sit here and bullshit the overprotective big sister who has chained me to a chair and is fueled by anger. I am interested in all three of them. Shit, I'm a bit in to you too, but we both know neither of us are looking for a relationship right now. That doesn't mean I'm going to toy with them. I'd kick my own ass if I realized I was doing that."
Yang scoffed and blushed a bit. "No wonder you're a team leader. When you're right, you're right."
Jaune squirmed and looked nervously around as Yang sat in his lap and faced him. "I can tell you are being completely honest here. So, I'm not going to break your nose for toying with my baby sister. But, if you ever stop being the noble guy you're trying to be...if you hurt my friends or Oum-above Ruby, I will make sure you need to ask your dad where he got his fake leg. Capiche?"
"Understood." Jaune gulped. "Can we get out of this before that door opens and we have to explain why you are in my lap while I'm handcuffed to the chair to our friends?"
"Maybe. You have to admit, it would be an arresting image," Yang teasingly whispered in Jaune's ear.
"Damn it, Yang! Out of my lap!" Jaune snapped. He bounced in the chair twice which forced Yang onto the floor with a yelp.
"You know what. I'm just going to leave you there! Let Ruby, Blake, and Pyrrha fight over who gets first crack at you," Miss Xiao Long declared.
The Huntsman sighed. "I'm dying your hair in your sleep."
"DO YOU WANT TO GO TO WAR, ARC?" Yang exploded. Literally. Flames erupted all around her. "BECAUSE I THINK YOU JUST SAID 'YANG, I WANT YOU TO BEAT ME LIKE A RENTED MULE!' WELL?"
"Um...oops?"
It was in that moment, Jaune knew...he fucked up.
Author's note: Here we go! I can say with absolute certainty that the update speed will slow down a bit. School is almost back and I'll have my hands full teaching soon.
Please continue the amazing response!