Hello once again! here we are again with a new chapter. It was good fun writing this one so i do hope you all enjoy it.

Jaune was torn from sleep after what only seemed like minutes by his scroll's alarm. He groaned already missing the weekend. Around him the rest of JNPR struggled out of their beds. Of the four of them only Nora seemed truly unperturbed by the early start. Ren left for the showers with Nora talking his ear off as was customary. As Jaune went to follow he was pulled back by his partner. She pulled him into a tight hug and lightly kissed his cheek.

"Jaune, I wanted to thank you." she spoke with a blush.

"What for?" Jaune replied, a quizzical look upon his face.

"For last night, I know you must've gone to a lot of effort and I wanted you to know I'm truly grateful."

"I-it was nothing, really".

The knight scratched the back of his head sheepishly his face fully red.

"Well, the next date is on me, I can't have my boyfriend organising them all." she headed for the door before pausing and shooting him a mischievous grin.

"Oh, and I promise not to fall asleep next time."

The blonde stood dumbfounded.

'Boyfriend?' he thought 'so we're actually, properly together!'

Jaune knew that breakfast would be the first major hurdle. It was not so difficult to actually tell their friends; for the most part he knew they would be accepting, it was Yang whom he was concerned about. The brawler was infamous for her ridicule of the group with little to no remorse.

He reached the canteen to find all of RWBY and the rest of his own team at their usual table. The knight yawned as he grabbed his tray, some food and returned to the table. He took his usual place next to Pyrrha but the moment he found his seat she leant over wrapped herself around his arms and gave him a light kiss on his cheek leaving Jaune a new shade of red.

"So lady-killer, I'm guessing your date must have gone well last night" Yang winked slyly. Pyrrha lay her head on the knights shoulder in response leaving Jaune to explain. Jaune laughed nervously as he described the previous nights events,though leaving out details of their kiss because that was for Pyrrha and himself alone, earning many an 'ooh' and 'ah' from the girls.

"Not bad Jaune, not bad at all" the Brawler seemed genuinely humbled by his descriptions.

"T-thanks Yang" he replied sheepishly.

It was a Monday, and that meant classes. That morning in particular was scheduled to begin with one of Professor Peter Port's fascinating lectures. Jaune groaned, his only consolation was that he could spend the time with Pyrrha. It was common knowledge amongst the students at Beacon that once Port got going they could all relax and enjoy hushed conversations with one another, Pyrrha and Jaune had often had these chats but today was different.

He entered the room to find his usual seat, his partner already having arrived. He took his place at her side earning himself one of her signature smiles. The professor himself arrived just as the bell rang and wasted no time before settling into his rambling of his glory days long since passed.

It was not long before he felt the Spartans hand take his own interlacing her fingers with his own. Jaune found himself blushing scarlet, butterflies erupting in his stomach. He heard giggling to his left and turned to see team RWBY, they clasped their hands and mouthed one word in unison. 'Awh'.

At last after what had seemed like an eternity the bell rang cutting short Port as he described a series of events from his younger days in which he slaughtered a pack of Ursa single-handedly.

"Well, it seems we're out of time it seems, don't forget to have your essay on the variations of Grimm and their hunting habits on my desk no later than Thursday afternoon."

The students let out a collective groan as they all filed out.

Rather than head straight to lunch, Jaune headed off to the mail-room. Giving a brief kiss to Pyrrha promising not to be gone too long he set off at a run. Jaune had been exchanging letters with his friends and family back home since being accepted into Beacon. As such, it had become his custom to check his mail first thing each week. He wasn't disappointed.

He thanked the Clerk as he received his letters, and was surprised to see it was a small stack. There were the usual collection from his childhood friends, but one stood out in particular. It was a red envelope. The address was written in a hand that he hadn't seen for a good while, it was that of his youngest sister.

Ordinarily it would be Jaune's parents that wrote to him, and so it was a pleasant surprise. He decided that he would wait until that evening before he read his mail so as to avoid distraction during his next class.

The knight detoured to the dorm to drop off his mail before lazily making his way to the dining hall. There he found his friends gathered round their usual table whilst Nora explained her usual recurring dream in which she and Ren killed fifty Beowolves on their own. It wasn't a new story, but the Valkyrie's enthusiasm for telling it ensured that it was still exciting no matter how many times you heard it.

Jaune took his seat next to Pyrrha, who gave him a curious look.

"Anything particular today?"

The knight nodded enthusiastically.

"I got a letter from one of my sisters!"

"Well, what did it say?"

"I don't know, I've not read it yet. I'm gonna save it for after Goodwitch's class, y'know build the suspense"

Saying no more the knight tucked into his food, before long it was gone leaving Jaune both surprised at his sudden appetite and disappointed that there wasn't anymore.

The bell rang as the two teams found their seats. Not seven seconds later Professor Goodwitch stormed in apologising for her lateness. The chief of discipline in the school fervently believed that punctuality was the single most important thing for any student to have and so any form of tardiness even seconds was abhorrent to her.

The professor wasted no time in dividing the class up into partnerships for sparring. Jaune listened carefully as she called out the partnerships.

"Miss Rose will be paired with Mr Winchester and Mr Arc will face Miss Valkyrie."

The blonde cringed, his sparring sessions with Nora nearly always left him sore for the rest of the week. Despite the fact she claimed to 'go easy' on her leader Jaune always had an impressive array of bruises to display for weeks after.

The arena was split into sizeable sections by hard-light walls projected from gaps in the stone flooring, each new arena was given over to a partnership for the duration of their sparring matches.

JNPR's leader made his way to the combat square designated to himself and Nora and drew Crocea Mors. He adopted his ready stance and prepared his aura. Nora on the other-hand skipped complacently to her side of their arena and drew Magnhild. The sight of the hammer-grenade-launcher never failed to intimidate Jaune, especially when he compared it to his own weapon, a simple longsword.

The klaxon sounded, and before he could prepare his defence Nora had used the recoil from her monstrous hammer and struck with a flurry of such momentum it left him reeling. Pyrrha had told him he had a lot of aura but it still hurt whenever Magnhild connected.

The knight recovered and went on the offensive. With his best foot forward he flourished Crocea Mors and ran through the forms Pyrrha had taught him, and for a while it seemed to be going well, he acted and reacted upon impulse to respond and counter Nora's strikes, he had even landed a few hits of his own. But he was tiring, and as he tired he became slower with more and more hits snaking past his guard, that is if it is possible for one to 'snake around' anything with a huge hammer-grenade-launcher.

Nora noticed his change and made her play. She swung her hammer with all her might and struck Jaune's shield sending him to the ground. Planting Magnhild face down she pulled the trigger catapulting herself up into the air, the hyperactive Valkyrie perform a series of flips as she prepared for a momentous downward strike. Jaune saw this coming and threw his shield up in a feeble last ditch attempt to save himself, he began to glow white as his aura flared around him bracing the knight for impact.

Magnhild struck with a blinding flash and bounced off, catapulting the now confused Valkyrie across the arena. Jaune was still crouched under his shield in the centre of a massive crater. Nora lay sprawled out ten feet away. He felt exhausted, whatever had happened during her final attack had sapped him of all his spare energy, but seeing Nora injured gave him a small burst of vigour. Jaune was nothing if not completely loyal to his team mates and he would do anything for them. The knight threw down his weapons and ran to her side.

"Oh my god! Nora! Are you OK? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do...whatever it was that did."

The Valkyrie gave Jaune her famous grin and weakly gave him a thumbs up. The sheer force of her impact had left her totally drained. Jaune crouched next to her a worried look on his face.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"C-can we go for some pancakes?" she replied with childlike innocence.

A second klaxon sounded signalling the end of the duel. Professor Goodwitch stepped into the arena holding her scroll and reviewing what had just happened.

"Well Mr Arc, that was quite surprising indeed. That was one of the most interesting and reckless uses of aura I have ever seen. You have improved a great deal in your time here, however you still have yet to win a match. This duel is in fact a draw. Your bold defence of Miss Valkyrie's attack left the both of you in the red zone. As always Mr Arc I encourage you to check your aura gauge before attempting such bold courses of action so as not to over exert your aura reserves in the future."

The professor surprised the knight by giving one of her rare smiles and left him thoroughly confused. Pyrrha had unlocked the knight's aura but he had yet to master it, how had he managed to use it without meaning to?

With little else to do, Nora and Jaune both sat in the stands and watched the various other bouts that were still going. Both Pyrrha and Weiss were still fighting with Sky and Ren respectively, whilst Ruby was making short work of Cardin in her own match.

Jaune returned his attentions to his girlfriends fight. Sky didn't stand a chance, no matter what he tried the Champion was always one step ahead. The CRDL member threw a stab towards Pyrrha who easily ducked out of the way. Upon realising he had stabbed a now-empty space for what must have been the fiftieth time his frustrations began to boil over into unrestricted rage, this lack of self control only served to make it easier for Pyrrha to dodge, dip, duck, dive and dodge her way around his relentless assault.

'She's just toying with him'

the realisation dawned on Jaune much to his amusement. He knew Pyrrha well enough to see the games she was playing. He was offering her countless opportunities to end their match and she wasn't taking a single one. The look on the red-head's face said it all, she looked as though she could've started laughing at any given moment.

After what must have been another five minutes, Pyrrha seemingly decided that she had had enough. The other matches had all finished and Sky was beginning to grow tiresome. She waiting for his next strike, as it came she blocked with her shield. Sky seemed taken aback that he had finally landed a strike, his triumph was short lived however as he took a shield bash from Akoúo̱. As he staggered back the Huntress-in-training transformed Miló into its javelin form and, using the haft, swept sky's legs out from under him. Within mere moments the dagger wielder had ended up flat on his back with the point of Miló quivering less than an inch from his throat. The audience watched the spectacle in silence as Goodwitch stepped in to call the match.

"Thanks for the warm-up Sky."

the champion smiled warmly as she sauntered over to the stands where Jaune was stood.

"That was incredible! I can't believe how quickly it all changed!"

The knight pulled his girlfriend into an enthusiastic hug as the rest of JNPR gathered around.

JNPR sat in their dorm room each and every member furnished with a stack of pancakes, Ren's treat. The various members felt rejuvenated after Goodwitch's class, their various fights having taken their toll but it was nothing a shower couldn't fix, after all the healing powers of hot water are so often underplayed.

"And then it was like BLAM! I just sorta flew off and next thing I know I'm on the ground. It was like I teleported Renny!"

Nora had finished reciting the story of her encounter with Jaune for what seemed the fifth time. Pyrrha had announced her pride the first time round but now she just sat giggling at the Valkyrie's account.

Jaune on the other-hand sat on his bed reading through his mail, he was saving his sister's for last. At last he got to it and tore through the envelope leaving shreds of red paper everywhere. He read through the lines with feverish intensity until finally he stopped dead. A horrified expression on his face.

"No. Way."

Ooh, suspense (I hope). Just as a brief heads-up, I'm back at college now so the frequency of chapters may have to drop a little. I'll do my best to keep it to at least one a week minimum. As always, if you like what you read, favorite, follow and review. It is through critique that i can improve. anyone with plot suggestions feel free to PM me and ill do my best to do them justice.

Thanks again for reading, and T.T.F.N