A/N: Yay! So another chapter. And good news! I has beta, so... yay! Less mistakes!

Cain: Yang is having a field day! Literally! XD

Enjoy!

Beta: Prince of Austria

"You're making a big deal out of nothing, you know that?" Yang teased Jaune.

Jaune, standing outside the school grounds next to an idle Bullhead arms crossed and leaning next to a light pole, turned his attention to Yang and frowned at her.

"What're you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about lover-boy," Yang continued. "Or should I call you jelly-boy?"

"I'm not jealous." Jaune said adamantly. "And I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Uh, huh." Yang raised a doubtful eyebrow. "And I'm not a gorgeous funny blonde."

"What? I didn't realize you consider what you say a 'sense of humor'." Jaune made invisible quotes around his words.

"Yeah yeah, very funny." Yang rolled her eyes before punching Jaune in the shoulder. He winced, knowing that she didn't hold back after taking offense to his verbal jab.

"Something wrong guys?"

Blake and Sun walked up towards Yang and Jaune, the pair of them holding onto crudely made White Fang masks. Well, Sun's looked crudely made, while Blake's didn't look like it had many flaws on it. Jaune assumed that it was her old mask from when she was a genuine member. He ignored any sinking feeling in his stomach as the two of them approached. Yang decided to answer for the two of them.

"Yeah there's a problem. Jaune doesn't think I have a sense of humor! I mean, that's just ridiculous right?!" Yang waved her arms around wildly.

"He is right, you know?" Blake quirked a side of her mouth in a soft grin as Yang groaned and slumped downwards, cursing the world for going against her.

As the four of them stood together, they made sure that everyone understood what they were doing, and boarded the ship, Jaune looking very reluctant to go on, but knowing that it wasn't as if he could run there. Even if he wished with every fiber of his being that he could find a way to teleport to the places he needed.

Jaune was still working on that, not finding a suitable solution with alchemy.

And so, the rest of the journey in the Bullhead was summed up by Jaune placing his head in between his knees and trying not to throw up, while everyone else was either trying to comfort him or staying as far away from him as possible. Yang was also leery of Jaune, muttering "not again," every once in a while under her breath.

Jaune expressed his relief pretty openly when the Bullhead touched down, him sprinting as fast as he could off and throwing himself onto the floor, practically kissing it.

"Oh sweet ground, how I'll never leave you again…" Jaune whimpered, caressing the ground. Everyone else looked at him with amusement.

"You do realize that you're going to need to get back on after we're done here, right?" Blake asked, making Jaune groan.

"You guys go without me. I'll find climbing gear and scale my way back up." Jaune said. Everyone laughed, even though they weren't exactly sure if he was joking or not. They finally split into their pairs after Jaune picked himself up.

"Alright, so you guys know what you guys are supposed to do." Blake said seriously, waiting for them to nod their heads in affirmation. "We'll meet up back here at around ten. If there's any trouble, make sure to call it out on your scrolls. Is everyone good?"

With a synchronized nod, the pairs broke and went their separate ways, Jaune only glancing back once at the retreating form of Blake. He yelped when a strong arm looped around his neck and pulled him close, practically shoving his head into Yang's bosom.

"Don't you think it's a little rude to be looking at other girls when you're paired up with someone else, partner?" Yang said, aggressively holding onto Jaune. Jaune tried his hardest to wrest himself away from her grasp, but without knowing where to put his hands, his efforts were met with nothing.

"Yang—please, get off me," Jaune said, struggling not to just plant his whole head into the chest of the grinning girl.

"Aw, come on, isn't this something all boys dream of?" Yang said, before gasping at a sudden thought. "Unless—you aren't attracted to… you know?" Yang said, trailing off. Jaune's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

"What're you talking about?" Jaune asked, genuinely having no idea what Yang was trying to insinuate. Instead of explaining it to him however, Yang kept talking to herself.

"Oh my gosh, when I saw you react to Blake and Sun, I thought you were jealous of… but you were actually jealous of… Oh this makes so much more sense now! No wonder you aren't falling for me!"

"Yang, first off, I was not jealous, and second off, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Yang turned to Jaune with a sympathetic look on her face.

"Oh I'm so sorry Jaune. I wanted to pull something so that we could be partnered up so that I could talk to you about Blake, but I just pulled you away from a chance with Sun didn't I? No wonder you were so cold to him. I mean it all makes sense! You don't know how to interact with people, so of course you don't know how to flirt with him—"

"Whoa, wait, wait, wait," Jaune had to practically force his hands on top of her mouth to shut her up.

"First of all, just because I am bad at talking to people, doesn't mean it's not rude to say that. Second of all, what?! Are you implying that I'm gay?"

Yang tilted her head to the side, waiting for Jaune to withdraw his hands.

"You're not gay?"

"NO!"

"Oh...darn. That would have made so much more sense."

Jaune blinked.

"More sense than what?"

"More sense than the fact that you don't think I'm hot. I mean come on. Look at these puppies!" Yang pointed to her generous chest. Jaune made a pointed effort not to look at where she was gesturing, glared straight at her.

"I'm not gay." Jaune said slowly, making sure to keep his eye on Yang. Finally Yang gave up and relented.

"Fine." Yang puffed her cheeks out in indignation.

Finally, talkative Yang fell silent as the two of them continued to walk to the garage that Yang put Bumblebee in. There might not have been any talking, but dealing with Yang, even for a few minutes, made it so that Jaune kept his guard up. Because of this, Jaune was ready for when Yang decided to talk again.

"I don't know if you know this, but subtly planned it so that we could be partners for the day." Yang said out of the blue. Jaune's eyes were getting a little exhausted rolling at Yang's remarks.

"No Yang, you pulled that off with several strokes of genius. I doubt anyone would have been able to figure that out without you telling them." Jaune deadpanned.

Yang turned Jaune and grinned, ignoring the tone of sarcasm.

"Thanks. I knew I was doing something right, but I need to talk to you about Blake."

"Talk away." Jaune said, waving his permission with a careless flick of his hands.

Yang nodded thankfully at Jaune before pausing to gather her thoughts, a frown appearing on her face. She looked like she was uncomfortable with what she was trying to portray.

"Blake's my partner," Yang finally said. Jaune nodded. That much was obvious. "And it just feels…" Yang sighed. "It feels like we're not any closer than we were when we just first met."

Jaune didn't see the problem.

Well, yes, Jaune could see that lack of knowing your partner would be concerning, but Jaune wasn't sure why it was so hard for Yang to tell him that. After all, he and Pyrrha weren't all that close either, but were still functioning partners. Given, they've gotten better now that Jaune was making the effort to get to know her.

"Why are you telling me this?" Jaune asked, assuming that if he didn't get it, there wouldn't be a problem asking Yang to clarify.

"I don't like the relationship between you and Blake."

Oh.

"Why not?" Jaune demanded. He seemed to be doing a lot of that it seemed. But this one seemed a little more angry. Could anyone blame him though? "Shouldn't you be happy that we're opening up? We're telling you guys things that we would've never told anyone else." Why can't you guys be happy with that? Jaune wanted to ask, but held back in an attempt not to sound to accusatory.

"But that's just the thing." Yang shot back at Jaune. "You guys aren't sharing much. You guys are telling a few things. You're explaining the basics of alchemy and she's explaining the White Fang, but neither of you are explaining the personal side of it." With a glance, Yang could tell that Jaune didn't understand what she was getting at.

"You guys are telling us about one side of your secrets—the basic information. But you guys haven't talked about the most important things. Why the White Fang and alchemy are important to you guys." Yang pointed at his chest. "You can talk to us for hours about how alchemy works and the movements and goals of the White Fang, but it's not going really resonate with us until you guys tell us why this is important for you guys."

Jaune opened his mouth, ready to lambast Yang for saying something like that. He has told them about his personal side. So has Blake. Did they just not listen to what he was saying? And then he realized something.

He really hadn't talked about his experiences to anyone but Blake. It was the same with Blake, and her past with the White Fang. They had talked a lot about their pasts, but only to each other.

Their teammates had gotten nothing.

Yang seemed to intuitively know that Jaune had reached that point, and continued to hammer her points into his skull.

"You guys talk to each other a lot. But in the end, this is just as bad as one of you guys keeping the secret and not telling anyone." Yang laid a hand on Jaune's shoulder, making him meet her in the eyes. "I know that you two are trying to open up and trust us, but it would really help if you decide that telling Blake isn't telling everybody, and the same with her."

And with that, Yang stopped talking, sliding her hand downward until it rested next to her side again.

"I know that this might be a little difficult for you guys, holding onto such secrets for a long time, but just think about it, won't you?" Yang asked kindly. Numbly, Jaune nodded.

Yang smiled in relief, glad that she was able to at least get the message through his head, and turned to look at the garage in front of them.

"Well, we're here." Yang declared simply, looking at the garage. Jaune didn't see anything special about it. Gray, drab, a pretty standard garage judging by the many garages that Jaune had judged in his lifetime.

Yang dug around until she procured a key, inserting into the base of the garage door and lifting it up, revealing a sleek black and yellow motorcycle. Giggling excitedly, Yang approached it almost caringly.

"Aw, who's missed you baby? I did, yes I did," Yang cooed, making Jaune step back slightly in amusement. Walking to the side, she grabbed a spare helmet lying on a nearby bench and tossed it to Jaune, who caught it.

"Come on," Yang said, putting on her helmet and tossing a leg over the bike. "Let's ride."

Jaune grinned and slid on the helmet walking up to the bike before realizing something. He was going to be riding a motorcycle with Yang, one of the most reckless people he knew… and he had motion sickness.

"Uh...Yang? H-how do you usually d-drive?" His voice muffled by the helmet. Yang just grinned mischievously at Jaune.

"Hard and fast baby."

Jaune whimpered in fear.

"I… hate… your guts." Jaune panted, doubled over and trying his very hardest not to throw up. Or at least, if he was going to throw up, ready to aim it at Yang. Yang was chuckling to the side of Jaune, happy to throw him around for the heck of it.

"Oh come on Jaune, it wasn't all that bad. I even held back for you." Yang said, before adding, "Oh and if you throw up on me or my baby I'm killing you. Messily."

Jaune groaned and straightened back up, taking slow deep breaths to control himself.

"Okay. I'm good now." Jaune said, straightening his ruffled clothing, as well as Crocea Mors. Double checking that everything was covered, he walked towards Yang, who turned and led him towards a pair of doors.

With a grand sweep of her hands, Yang knocked the doors open and revealed a lit bar that was half full of patrons.

"Hey hey Junior! Guess who's back?" Yang said loudly, giving the whole room a big grin. The room froze at the sight of her, which wasn't an uncommon thing to do anyways, and in faster time that Jaune ever thought possible, cleared out the whole bar so that it was only Jaune, Yang, the bartender, and a pair of twin girls with a color scheme similar to Ruby and Weiss.

The bartender, who Jaune guessed was Junior, glared at the girl. "What're you doing here? You goin' to trash the place again?" He said bitterly. Yang kept her easy going smile.

"Oh come on buddy. That's no way to treat a friend. I'm just here to ask a few questions."

As the two bantered back and forth, the two girls stalked towards the lone Jaune, who could see it happening, but wasn't sure what to do about it.

"Hello there." One of them said quietly, trailing her fingers across his shoulders. "How very nice to meet you, I'm Melanie."

"And I'm Militia," The other one cooed, also circling around Jaune. "And what would your name be?"

Jaune turned his head frantically to try and track the two girls, not sure it would be wise to let them out of his sights.

"I'm, uh, Jaune. Jaune Arc." He said, swiveling around.

"What a dashing name." Militia said, getting very close to Jaune, fingers touching his cheeks. "Me and my sister would love to get to know you better. Why don't we go somewhere a little more private and… talk?"

Ignoring the sudden excitement of mini-Jaune, big-Jaune shook his head.

"That's really nice and uh, flattering, but I'm kind of here with someone. But not like that, we just need to talk to the boss about some things and—Yang help me here!" Jaune said desperately, looking over to the girl leaning on the bar table. She turned to look at the situation before grinning at Jaune and giving him a wink, turning back to Junior.

Ignoring the protests of how that didn't help him at all, Yang returned to her conversation.

"Now Junior, I just wanted to come over and ask if there's been anything that's happening on your side of the world that's a little bit… strange." Yang asked, placing her hands casually on the table, showing off her matching golden bracelets. Junior glanced down at the objects and sighed, already having enough bills that his insurance had to pay for.

I mean, does anyone know exactly how expensive it is to cover damage to your nether regions?

"I haven't heard much," Junior answered her, leaning a little closer. "But there has been something weird going on with a lot of the… seedier businesses. They say that there's a new boss in town that's asking for a bit of lien as protection. Anyone who doesn't pay seems to just… vanish. But that's not the weirdest thing." Junior added, leaning even closer.

"There's been a lot of disappearances that are kind of… random. People are starting to just vanish. Mob bosses, mercs, some of my goons… people are just disappearing from the streets." Junior said.

"And they say that the only thing they have in common is that there's always sightings of a women dressed in red." Junior shook his head. "It's like a freaking horror show, that's what it is."

Yang frowned a little, not sure if that was something she needed to know or not. She didn't think that it involved their search for the White Fang. With a resigned sigh, Yang thanked Junior and turned around, bursting into a belly laugh at the predicament of Jaune.

Somehow, the twins had gotten a way to get Jaune out of his hoodie and were working on his pants, throwing him off by paying attention to the metal arm and complimenting his lean body. Jaune, despite his valiant efforts, was completely red in the face and slowly losing the battle of trying to keep his pants on.

"Yang help me!" Jaune pleaded. Finally Yang gave in and moved to intercept the two girls.

After all, she wouldn't want to spoil anything for Blake now would she?

"You're the worst." Jaune grumbled, pulling on his hoodie as they walked out of the bar. Yang grinned at him and punched him on the shoulder, causing him to wince in pain.

"Aw, you know you love me." Yang said happily. Jaune sighed, shaking his head.

"Well, I'm glad this is done though. I wanna go home and sit and not do anything crazy for the rest of the day." Jaune rolled his arms around. Yang laughed at Jaune.

"Ha! You really think we're gonna have a chance to take a breather like that? Come on Jaune, you gotta remember who we are." Yang puffed her chest out proudly. "We're Hunters and Huntresses! Nothing ever goes right for us!"

Jaune face-palmed at the show Yang was putting on.

"That's not really something we should be bragging about." Jaune said. "And besides, even Hunters get breaks right?"

"Mayday, help! Sun and I really need some help right now!" Jaune and Yang's scrolls burst into life. "We're being chased by a giant robot!"

Yang turned to Jaune with a smug grin.

I am never going to live this down. Jaune thought to himself miserably.