A/N: Whoo! Super early! It's like 1 here and... yeah.

I should probably go to sleep.

No Omake today cause... yeah. 1 in the morning. Sorry. :(

Enjoy!

"You got everything packed and ready?"

Jaune looked up to see Yang leaning against the door frame, a soft smile on her face. Jaune looked down at his bag, which had a change of clothes, toiletries, and a journal. Jaune shrugged.

"Not much to get ready." Jaune said quietly. Yang nodded, walking into the room and letting the door slid back into place. She walked past Jaune, finding his bed and settling on the edge, turning back to Jaune. Jaune turned to Yang and waited for her to say something.

"This is crazy isn't it?" Yang finally said, breaking the silence. "I mean, just a few days ago everything was pretty normal. Then a dragon decides to attack and you unlock your semblance and… well. And then all of this happened. It's hard to believe that it hasn't been months ago instead of less than two weeks, you know?"

Jaune turned his attention back to his bag, tightening the string on it.

"Yeah." He said quietly. Yang frowned at the minimal response. Standing up, Yang walked over to Jaune, touching his shoulder.

"You alright there Jauney?" Yang asked in concern. Jaune didn't look at her, still staring at his bag.

"No." Jaune admitted. "I have a hard time accepting what Imaar did."

"Yeah, it's kind of crazy isn't it? And that's from someone who can explode when she gets angry." Yang joked, hoping to get a response from Jaune. Instead, he just shook his head angrily, turning to look at Yang.

"No, I can't believe that Imaar would just leave us alone because I said so, just to turn and kill off an entire kingdom." Jaune said bitterly.

Suddenly Yang understood.

"You're blaming yourself for refusing him." Yang said, not a question, merely bringing the fact into the light. Jaune brushed the hair from his forehead with a quick swipe as he growled.

"How can I not?" Jaune said, his voice filled with despair and pain. "If I didn't so no—"

"Then Imaar would have still taken over Vacuo. And he would have had Beacon as well." Yang said shortly, pointing out the flaw in Jaune's way of thinking. "Besides, it's not like you could actually speak for all of Beacon anyways."

"Except I did." Jaune said insistently. "Instead of being the in-between for Imaar and Beacon, I chose to refuse. I made the decision for everyone here, and everyone else on Remnant."

"That's not true Jaune." Yang said, her voice faltering for a second. She couldn't believe the amount of blame that he was placing on himself. Then again, wouldn't she have done the same if this happened to her?

Which one of Yang's friends would feel any differently under the same circumstances? And knowing her friends, they wouldn't stop blaming themselves just because of a few words from anyone.

Yang couldn't make Jaune feel better with her words, because no matter what she said, Jaune would have something to counter it, logical or not. But there was something that couldn't really be countered.

Yang knelt down and surrounded Jaune with a firm hug, trying to get through to Jaune in a way that words couldn't.

Jaune raised both his hands and grabbed onto the back of her shirt, bringing her closer and Jaune buried his head into her shoulder.

The two of them sat there, Jaune shaking under the pain of his choice, but also feeling the wave of reassurance that Yang was constantly sending through with her hug.

Neither of them said a word, electing to just stay like that. One giving and the other receiving. Finally, long enough that no one knew how long they were together, Jaune pulled back slightly, signaling to Yang that the moment was over. She pulled back and looked at Jaune in the eyes, face fixed in determination.

"I know you won't ever stop blaming yourself for this." Yang said, not admitting that Jaune was right, but acknowledging that Jaune wasn't going to change his mind anytime soon. "But know that you always have your friends by your side."

Jaune nodded, head still low enough that Yang couldn't see his expression. With a single sniffle, Jaune raised his head, his face clear of any want of weeping.

"Sorry about that." Jaune said quietly. Yang nodded, giving a grin that Jaune, thankfully, returned.

"Now, is there a specific reason why you're here?" Jaune asked, silently pointing out that he hadn't forgotten that Yang had basically let herself into Team JNPR's room for no reason and just brought up topics to talk about. Yang nodded.

"Yeah actually. I wanted to talk to you about your uh, semblance." Yang said. Jaune nodded, having had a feeling that was what she wanted to approach, seeing as how they were interrupted a few hours ago before Jaune could really explain everything to her.

"Sure, what do you want to know?" Jaune asked.

"Everything." Yang replied back right away. Jaune opened his mouth, before closing it again.

"I… might have some trouble doing that." Jaune admitted.

"Oh," Yang said, deflating a little before perking back up again. "Well can't your uh, dragon buddy explain everything then?"

Jaune glanced at Crocea Mors, which was hanging from his hips, before touching the pommel. Vedrahgol didn't need Jaune to explain anything to him, as he heard everything that Yang had said.

I have something that may help, but you will need to channel your Voice to make it work.

Jaune nodded, ready for instruction.

Good. This will also be great practice for when we start to venture into other shouts as well. Now, do what I say…

After Vedrahgol relayed the instructions to Jaune, he started to act on it. Putting out his hands, he told Yang to hold onto them, which Yang did with raised eyebrows. Closing his eyes, Jaune did something that was akin to meditation.

He thought carefully about the words in the forefront of his mind, understanding their meaning and taking it into himself. He had a feeling that he wasn't supposed to know how to do something like this, but for some reason, could recall that this was the proper way to train oneself in the way of the Voice. Jaune understood that with stunning clarity, even thought he wasn't quite sure why he knew this.

With one more breath outwards, Jaune spoke the words in his mind, understanding the meanings implicitly.

And also understood why he was acting so differently.

Black Rage.

"Ved… Rahgol!"

And with that, as well as the careful concentration of Jaune's will and Vedrahgol's careful application of power, Jaune summoned the dragon's soul from across his soul and transferred it over to Yang.

While the shout would normally summon the dragon himself, being locked inside Jaune's body meant that he could only extend the soul a little farther than the confines of his own body.

Yang gasped in surprised as she felt a foreign presence enter her mind.

Hello there, krienmon.

Sun's daughter. Jaune translated silently.

It is a pleasure to talk to you. My jul is very attracted to you.

"I am not." Jaune said aloud, his face flushing at the sudden admission Vedrahgol gave. Yang looked up at Jaune, blinking slowly.

"Uh." Yang hesitated for a second, brow creased.

"What's he saying?" Yang asked, making Jaune practically face plant.

"You, uh, you don't know what he's saying?" Jaune asked. Yang shook her head. Jaune just covered his face with his hand in exasperation, while Vedrahgol continued to laugh and laugh.

Did you really think I would tell her something like that? No, my host must be a shining example of a predator.

That, and I am not going to fight that battle for you.

There is no battle, Jaune hissed in his mind, still trying to fight that blush.

"Did you dragon buddy say something to embarrass you? 'Cause if he did, there might be something we can bond over yet." Yang teased, noticing the pinkness tingeing Jaune's cheeks.

"Shut it." Jaune muttered, smiling at Yang to show that he didn't mean it.

Alright Vedrahgol, behave and talk to Yang in our tongue. Jaune could feel the dragon soul roll his eyes, but relented easily, repeating his greeting in a human tongue, minus the crush part. Again Yang jumped at the sudden talking inside her head, and she looked uncertainly at Jaune, not sure how to reply before closing her eyes.

Thank you for talking to me¸ Yang thought respectfully at the dragon soul. Her inner thoughts rang out in Jaune's mind, her mind sounding the same as her voice, but with a more ethereal ring that simply sounded mesmerizing to the ear—or to the mind as it should be.

I am not above talking to humans, and I can respect a human who has the strength and viciousness of a dragon. Vedrahgol said to Yang. Jaune could even hear the slightest shades of respect in his tone. And you are the closest human I have seen portray the grace of a dovah without actually having a bit of dragon inside of you.

Yang turned to Jaune, who had a surprised look on his face shaded with a little jealousy, and gave a smug grin. Jaune just rolled his eyes and ignored her.

Now, I know that you have a few questions to ask of me. Vedrahgol said, the air becoming more serious. Yang's humor quickly changed as well, as they approached Yang's desired topic.

For the next half an hour, Yang and Vedrahgol talked and caught her up to speed with the lore and information that involved Jaune. While they were doing so, Jaune drifted off into space, his mind flitting to different ideas, from his skill in the Voice, to Vedrahgol's teasing about his—nonexistent—crush on Yang.

But, Jaune thought, glancing up to watch Yang. Her eyebrows were scrunched up in concentration as she continued to communicate to Vedrahgol, something about the history of dragons and what he knew about the dragons of Remnant. Her hair was free-flowing, like it always was, and glowing from the light that reflected through the window.

It didn't take a genius to admit that Yang was a beautiful women. Many Huntresses were, as a matter of fact. If Jaune thought about it, he couldn't even think of one girl that didn't look stunning in Beacon.

But that wasn't the only thing that made Yang such an attractive force of nature.

Her personality, while a bit forceful, was just so bright and energetic that it was hard to resist the pull of simply enjoying life with her. She wasn't a cuckoolander like Nora by no means, and she wasn't just needlessly optimistic and naïve, like Ruby. At times, especially when it came to caring for Ruby, she shed her fun-loving persona and took on a more mature approach to life.

She was strong, on the inside as well as the outside.

Jaune!

Jaune snapped to attention, eyes focusing to Yang, who looked like she was giggling at something.

If you could stop trying to evaluate krienmon as a potential mate, may I have a word with you? Vedrahgol drawled, sounding very human as he pushed as much sarcasm into his voice as possible. Jaune flushed and tried not to look at Yang, who he knew was laughing like crazy internally.

"Y'know Jaune, if you want you should just take a picture. It'll last longer." Yang teased, making Jaune groan.

"I was just thinking of things." Jaune defended weakly. "It's not my fault that you were right in front of me. My eyes just happen to lose focus while you were sitting there."

Yang raised an eyebrow.

"So what you're saying is that I'm boring." Yang said, crossing her arms. Another mental trip for the socially awkward Jaune.

"I- no that's not what I meant." Jaune corrected himself hastily, stammering and trying to find an excuse. Yang kept her pose for a little while longer before giving a small chuckle.

"Just kidding, I know that's not what you meant." Yang said, making Jaune draw out a long breath of relief, glad that Yang understood what he meant.

"I mean, we were kind of connected together so I could hear everything you were thinking about in the first place." Yang said casually.

Jaune froze in place. Yang's smile changed into a grin as her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Why Jaune, I didn't know you thought so much about my mature personality." Yang said, stifling as much laughter as she possibly could.

Jaune wanted to bury himself in a shallow grave.

"Kill me now." Jaune muttered, causing Yang's mental fortitude to shatter, and she keeled over laughing.

"Yeah yeah," Jaune said, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "Laugh it all off. I'll wait until you're done."

And so Jaune waited until Yang could control herself.

"Ah ha, oh sorry Jauney." Yang gasped out, wiping the tears out of her eyes. "That was just too much of an opportunity to pass up. No hard feelings?" Yang asked,

Jaune looked levelly at Yang for a little longer before relenting, giving her a small smile accompanied by an even smaller nod.

"Great!" Yang exclaimed, raising her arms straight up to the sky, before dropping them down again.

"Oh and Jaune?" Yang asked, commanding his attention again. Leaning forward a little, Yang got closer to his face, showing a different angle to Jaune that had him testing his willpower not to glance downwards. Yang rested her palms on his knees, her face less than half a foot away from his.

"I don't think you're all that bad of a guy either." Yang breathed out huskily.

If Jaune's heart hadn't been stopping and starting throughout the conversation with Yang, Jaune would have definitely felt it stop at that moment. Ah Dust, Jaune did feel it stop.

The doorway to Jaune's room slid open, revealing Pyrrha standing there. Her eyes slid over to the Jaune and Yang sitting close to each other, their faces much too close for her liking.

"Oh, Yang, what brings you here to our room?" Pyrrha said politely, omitting many other words that sprang to her mind. Yang just kept the same position and turned towards Pyrrha, her hair briefly whipping across Jaune's face, making him scrunch up his nose and lean back just a little.

"Oh, I was just talking to Jaune for a bit. I can't do that?" Yang said with a casual tone that flew over most guy's heads, but didn't to most girls. And Pyrrha, while an exceptional Huntress, was also a girl that didn't lack subtlety.

"Oh it's fine. I was just wondering if it's really a good idea so close to us departing for something so dangerous. I would have thought that you would be spending as much time as possible with your teammates to get ready for something like this." Pyrrha said, her voice a fraction of a shade colder than it normally was. Yang, never one to back down from a challenge, looked her straight in the eye.

"I'll be spending plenty of time with everyone on my team for the whole mission. But you do make a good point," Yang admitted, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "So why is it that Jaune's been sitting here without his teammates for the past hour or so?" Yang challenged.

Jaune wasn't the most observant of people, but even he knew that there was something going on in the air, as it was suddenly really hard to breath.

"I was here by myself because I needed some time alone." Jaune said, defending his teammates. Jaune finally moved from his spot, leaving Yang to sit there by herself. Jaune held out a hand, which she took, using it to stand up.

"Thank you for visiting me though." Jaune said, smiling. Smiling back, Yang drew him into a tight hug, making Jaune squawk in surprise.

"Nothing to say thank you for Jauney. Anytime you need some company, just call out for the beautiful, mature Yang." She said, making Jaune laugh and blush at the same time.

With that, Yang nodded at Pyrrha and brushed past her. Pyrrha kept her gaze locked onto Yang, a frown marring her face. Jaune laid his hand on her shoulder, finally causing a break from her thoughts.

"Is everything ready?" Jaune asked softly. Pyrrha nodded.

"Then let's go."