Bit of a lengthier chapter today, I couldn't quite decide where to end it so i kinda just kept going, this was my first real attempt at writing a conflict based chapter.I hope you enjoy chapter 7.

Jaune awoke to a face full of red hair and smiled. He kissed her head lightly and ran his fingers through her hair. It was a rare opportunity, ordinarily the Spartan would be awake long before the blonde..

The knight cast a brief glance around the room, Nora lay half on and half off her bed, her the crown of her head rested upon the floor whilst her legs remained on the mattress. Jaune couldn't help but chuckle as the Valkyrie attempted to roll over bringing the remainder of her body crashing to the floor.

Pyrrha stirred at the loud thud, taking a few moments to gather her bearings she cast a look up at the knight. Jaune kissed his red-head, a familiar burst of warmth flowing from his heart.

"Good morning beautiful, did you sleep well?"

The Champions cheeks coloured slightly at his greeting, and gave him a sly wink.

"Yep, we should do this more often, you're much more comfortable than my bed is."

Jaune gave his sheepish grin and resumed combing his hand through her hair. The red-head gave a sigh of contentment and lay her head on his chest once more. She occupied herself by listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. The couple settled in as Jaune his free hand to ensnare one of hers.

The two were torn from their trance by Nora stirring. The Valkyrie stumbled to her feet with a look of confusion. She scanned the room with hazy eyes before settling on the couple. She smiled mischievously before laughing to herself and skipping over to Ren to wake him.

Pyrrha left the warmth of the Knight's arms and left for the showers. Jaune was about to do the same as his scroll vibrated. He tapped the screen to reveal a message from Ozpin.

'Teams JNPR and RWBY report to the training facility for a demonstration at 10:00 sharp.'

The scroll's readout read as 7:30, plenty of time. Throwing his scroll onto his pillow he headed out the door. Before he had gone more than a step he collided with something soft and fell to the floor.

Jaune came to his senses and found himself entangled with the young leader of team RWBY. Faster than the eye could follow, with a face matching the colour of Ruby's hair and a seemingly endless string of apologies, the knight was on his feet and helping his friend to her feet.

"Oh! Hey Jaune!"

"Hey Ruby"

He gave her one of his famous sheepish grins, she returned the favour by beaming him one of her own.

"I got the message from Ozpin, looks like our teams are gonna go head to head! You excited?"

The Reaper was practically hopping up and down on the spot. She was wearing her signature combat skirt and bullets. He chuckled at her enthusiasm and shot her a grin.

"You bet I am, I hope you guys are ready to get squished!"

"Oh really Vomit-Boy? Why don't we make this interesting?"

Jaune cringed at the use of his old nickname and weighed up the chances of his winning any bets. Ruby had a devilish grin across her face and mischievous gleam in her eye, almost goading him.

"Alright Crater-Face, I'll bite. What did you have in mind?"

"How about if we win you gotta let all of us paint you in make-up and you gotta keep it on all day? Yang will have a field day!"

Jaune considered it, Yang could be merciless in her teasing and this would be solid gold to her. And how would Marron react if he lost?

"And what do we get if we win?"

The red-head seemed shocked, she went silent in thought. The knight could practically hear the cogs whirring as his fellow leader struggled to come up with an offer.

"How about my whole team offers back and foot rubs to all of yours?"

The blonde laughed. It was almost too good an offer to refuse, he had every faith in his team and had every confidence that they could win.

"Alright Ruby, you're on! Just how are you gonna convince the others?"

"Just you leave that to me. Just be prepared for your make-over!"

The red-head turned and re-entered her dorm, there was a brief pause, then an explosion of voices and a series of bumps, crashes and shrieks. The blonde laughed nervously and left for the showers.

Team JNPR finished their breakfasts and returned to the dorm to brush their teeth where Jaune explained his bet, toothpaste dripping down his chin as he did. Nora became an even greater ball of excitement leaving Ren to attempt to calm her down, the Valkyrie loved fighting, but even more so when there was a prize involved. The knight felt a light tug on his arm as his partner took him off to one side.

"Jaune, are you sure about this?"

"I weighed up the pros and cons Pyrrha, I decided it was worth the gamble. If I can wear a dress to the dance, I can wear make-up for a day"

The Champion smiled at the memory of her boyfriend in a dress. To say she was shocked would be the understatement of the century, but no-one had ever gone to such lengths for her and she had loved him for it.

"Well, if you're sure..."

"I'm positive, I have every faith in you guys."

Team JNPR collected their weapons from their lockers and began a leisurely walk to the training centre. The weather had yet to choose a course for the day, it was overcast with threats of a summer rain.

The high-tech facility was a short walk from the centre of campus having only been built two years before. It was a great circular building comprised of three floors, each dedicated to a different angle of training with one underground and two above. The basement housed the live fire marksmanship ranges, and the free weights rooms. The ground floor was home to the four huge sparring rooms, and the top floor housed the simulation rooms equipped with a wide range of Grimm-sim robots.

The team arrived to find RWBY, Ozpin, the Arcs and Goodwitch, equipped with her ever present frown. RWBY was a comical image. The team's leader and namesake stood in the midst of a severely pissed off looking Weiss,Blake and Yang. Jaune chuckled and whispered to his partner

"I guess they didn't take to kindly to the arrangement."

This earned a smirk from the redhead.

Ozpin stepped forward from the group.

"Ah Mr. Arc, now that both teams are here we can begin the demonstration. If both teams could make your way into the arena. Louis, Mabel and little Marron, please follow me to the stands. We will have good view from there. Glynda, if you wouldn't mind accompanying the teams and serving as the match official."

Goodwitch nodded and followed after the two teams.

The two teams walked in single file, not a word spoken between them. Every one of them was lost in thought, carefully preparing themselves for the match ahead. Jaune pondered how he would arrange and use his team most effectively against their rivals.

'Nora will have to go against Yang. She's the only one that can match her blow for blow and has the energy to sustain it. I'll leave Blake to Ren, her combat style isn't two far from his, they both make use of the martial arts although Ren may have the advantage. Pyrrha can handle Weiss, she didn't win the championships four times in a row for nothing. And that leaves Ruby and I, with her speed it'll be difficult to keep up, not to mention that sniper could take my head clean off...that is if the Scythe doesn't get me first. She relies on hit and run attacks, so if I-'

Jaune was brutally torn from his thoughts as the passed through the final set of doors into the arena by the sound of roaring applause. Looking up and into the stands he saw a large proportion of the first years and some of the older students. This he had not accounted for. It was no secret that RWBY and JNPR were the two top teams of their year group and so when the two clashed it was an event to see. With Goodwitch being present to preside over the demonstration her class had been cancelled and as a result the students had come to watch. Go figure. Pyrrha squeezed his shoulder with a reassuring smile.

The two teams split apart to opposite sides of the arena to plan their tactics.

"OK, here's the deal, Nora I need you to keep Yang occupied by any means necessary. Basically, just do what you do best. Pyrrha, you tackle Weiss, remember to watch out for her dust-based attacks and keep your guard up. Ren, you've got Blake, remember she will most likely use her after-images against you, try and trace her aura and attack. And I'll keep Ruby busy. Try and deal with your opponents quickly, I'll need all the help I can get with our resident Speedy Gonzales. Are we all OK with the plan?"

The team nodded as Jaune finished his brief and headed to the centre to meet Ruby. She gave him her same mischievous that she had in the halls that morning, only this time it was almost...intimidating.

"I want a clean match, try and keep all strikes below lethal. Each member will be withdrawn as their Aura hits the red leaving the rest to finish the match. Best of luck to the both of you, now shake hands."

The two leaders did and returned to their teams, Jaune gave his team the widest smile he could muster.

"OK team JNPR, give no quarter! It shall be foot rubs at dusk!"

The knight drew his sword and held it aloft as though to illustrate his point as his three teammates drew their weapons and dropped into their respective battle stances. Crocea Mors gleamed in a fierce light.

Ruby could feel the seething anger from her teammates as they too readied their own armaments. This would be a rough battle and they all knew it, nothing could be left to chance. If there was one thing Ruby knew about Jaune, it was that he was a fantastic tactician, capable of changing the tide of a fight in mere moments. She remembered all too well their encounter with the death-stalker, he had managed to direct his team in such a manner that they ruthlessly tore it apart one weakness at a time.

Jaune shot a casual glance up to his sister in the stands, she was wearing her hoodie and jeans combo again. She was enthusiastically waving a 'JNPR' flag and a large foam finger, presumably gifts from Ozpin or the older Arcs. He caught her eye and she beamed a toothy grin at him.

The audience went silent in anticipation as Goodwitch prepared to start the match, she sounded the klaxon and the two teams shot into action. To his left and right he caught glimpses of his team running to engage, Nora chuckled like a girl possessed as she hefted Magnhild over her head and ran forward.

'OK Jaune, remember your training. Steady your breathing, focus. Now where is Ru-'

Before he had time to react he had hit the ground. The wind rushed out of his lungs leaving his gasping desperately, the crowds exploding into groans of empathy. Ruby stood over him poised to deliver a downward strike that would take him out of commission. A cloud of rose petals slowly falling around her. It was a strangely beautiful sight, well, beautiful and terrifying.

"Yield."

The Reaper's tone was blunt and merciless. Jaune weighed up his options, he couldn't yield and let his team down, and yet his options ran thin. Crocea Mors lay roughly ten feet away on the cold stone. He was alone. His shield would be of little use, it would take too long to produce when her final strike came, that left him with nought but his aura. It was a gamble, Pyrrha was still teaching him to master it, it was a wild card, but one which might just work.

He drew at the energy within just as Pyrrha had taught him to and gave a defiant grin,

"Not on your life!"

"Hmph..."

The red-head swung and time seemed to slow down. The point of her scythe becoming the only object of his focus. His skin began to glow white-hot as the full force of his soul flowed out to stop the blade. The passage of what Jaune believed could be his final seconds ground to a near halt.

There came a blinding flash of white light, the audience gasped in shock. When their eyes adjusted again, Crescent Rose hovered an inch from Jaune's chest. His hair-brain half-plan had worked! Well kinda, the Knight felt as though he'd run a marathon. He placed his palms in-between the blade and his flesh, re-enforcing his aura flow he began to push the scythe back.

The two leaders stood locked in a titanic battle of wills, neither willing to back down and accept defeat. Neither so much as flinched at the resounding crack of Ren snapping Blake's wrist, or the yelp as Ren was fully encased in ice. They focused only upon one another.

The blonde noticed in anguish that his strength was failing, the point of Crescent Rose was creeping back towards him. In desperation he cast a look about, Ren and Blake were out of the match, Nora and Yang were still trading hits of earth-shattering magnitude and Pyrrha was hacking away at the Ice Queen herself.

His gaze once fell upon little Marron and his parents. Their smiles had faded to a look of deep concern. He returned his focus to the scythe, now half an inch from him and slowly moving closer. His mind began to wander, he thought of his family and how disappointed they'd be if his team lost. He thought of the look of worry and fear in her eyes as he fought for his life. He thought of the ridicule Yang would force him to endure if he lost. He couldn't lose. For Marron, his partner and his self respect he would have to win.

With these images of the consequences of his failure firmly fixed in his mind he felt new vigour. The aches and pains of his exhaustion lifted as he began to push the rose back. He pushed himself upright fighting to gain a footing. The audience were silent, hundreds of eyes transfixed on the power struggle.

He pressed against her with all of his might, the strains showing on both their faces. The knight pushed with every fibre of his being, his aura blindingly bright. Suddenly, there came a loud creak and a metallic ringing. Jaune felt an explosion of pain as something tore through his cheek before being launched to the floor in a blinding flash.

His vision blurred as he once again sat up. Ruby lay a number of feet away, severe confusion etched on her face. In her hands lay her 'beloved', the final seven inches of the blade was sheared off. She cast a glance at her rival and confusion changed to horror, she pointed to him with a shaking hand.

He felt something drip down his cheek, running a hand across the left side of his face he found it damp. Pulling his hand away he found it dyed crimson with his own blood. Shock set in as the blonde felt waves of nausea flow over him. After dry-heaving twice he checked his reflection in his scroll. A long jagged cut ran up his cheek and was bleeding profusely, he steeled himself and tried to draw forth any remaining aura but found he could not. He powered on his scroll and read his aura levels. It gauged in the red, he was out. He briefly glanced at Ruby's, she too had spent her aura in their test of strength, and with Crescent Rose being severely damaged she was out of the running. He walked over and retrieved his sword, sheathing it he offered his opponent his clean hand. She took it and the two headed off to the sidelines first aid post to get Jaune treated and to spectate the remainder of the match.

Nora and Yang seemed to be on the point of collapse, the two stood weapons locked. The head of Magnhild pressed firmly against Ember Celica. With a fiendish grin Nora pulled the trigger detonating one of her custom grenades and sending both fighters on a short flight in opposite directions, neither having the strength to get back up.

'Only Pyrrha and Weiss left.'

The two were trading fierce blows with one another, they were in more or less the centre of the arena in an area covered in large ice crystals and heavy scorth marks, evidence of Weiss' unrelenting assaults. Pyrrha had closed with the Heiress, Miló in its sword form. At such close proximity she held the advantage. Weiss was unable to effectively employ her rapier in the stabbing, thrusting patterns it was designed for, as a result she struggled to block effectively allowing Pyrrha to cause mass damage almost uncontested.

The final strike came as the champion threw Akoúo̱, the heiress deflected it, sending it harmlessly behind herself. Pyrrha stepped up her offensive her aura flaring black, Weiss knew what was happening and before she had time to react, the round shield collided solidly with the back of her head sending her sprawling. Not allowing her opponent the chance to counter-attack she switched Miló to its spear form and levelled the point with the base of the Ice Queen's skull.

The crowd went wild roaring with applause and cheers as the klaxon sounded to end the match the Redhead pulled the Heiress to her feet.. He ran forward and pulled Pyrrha into a tight hug spinning her around. The two laughed in their victory. Before stumbling over to check on Nora.

The Valkyrie lay unconscious her usual grin plastered on her face. Jaune steeled himself wearily plucked her off the ground to carry her over to the medibay.

"D-did I do good?"

she managed to croak out a few weak words. Her leader shushed her softly.

"You did great Nora, I'm proud of ya, and guess what? We won! "

Her face lit up at his compliments before she once again succumbed to exhaustion and went limp, her breathing calm and steady.

Team JNPR celebrated on the sidelines as best they could in their shattered state. Jaune felt woozy by the time it was his turn for treatment, he had insisted that his team be seen before himself.

He winced in pain, his eyes welling up as the nurse cleaned and dressed his cut. She told him it probably wasn't as bad as it had looked and with luck wouldn't scar too badly. The Knight thanked the nurse and walked to his team. On the way he stopped Ruby.

"That was a great match! Though I'm sorry about Crescent Rose, think you can fix her?"

"Yeah, it shouldn't be too bad, at most I'll only have to replace the blade, a simple procedure really."

"Well, I'm glad."

He left the rose and led his team to the locker rooms.

Jaune left the locker rooms with his team and was nearly barreled over by his younger sister. She had surprising strength for one so small. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. She was still clutching her little flag and foam hand. Next to him stood his parents, proud smiles etched upon their faces.

"Well fought all of you" Mr Arc boomed.

The older Arcs turned to the rather dejected looking team RWBY. Yang, Weiss and Ruby were still in fair shape, but Blakes arm was sealed up in a cast.

"I'm glad that my Son has such a fine set of Hunter and huntresses to watch his back."

At this the team seemed to brighten up, a touch of pride illuminating their features.

"Sir, Jaune has been a good friend to us all. It is our privilege to be able to fight besides him."

Jaune went on to make the introductions of team RWBY.

"This is Ruby, my rival and their team leader, behind her is her sister Yang, and then there's Weiss and Blake."

the team gave simple greetings at the sound of their names and Weiss gave a small curtsy.

Team JNPR crashed through the door and into their dorm room, utterly spent from their battle. Jaune stumbled over to his bed and collapsed upon it, it felt so soft and perfect. The Knight groaned and dragged himself up and off to the showers, the the rest of his team soon followed. In the hallway they joined up with team RWBY and continued their walk for the hot water and relaxation it would provide, they resembled the march of the dead as they shuffled along with their shoulders hunched. Even Nora had lost the bounce in her step.

Jaune turned on the shower and felt immediate relief as the water rushed over his body. Its effects were magical, loosening up his muscles and washing away his aches and pains. He let out a satisfied sigh and went about his usual shower routine of; five minutes washing, half hour contemplating his performances as a leader.

The blonde returned to the dorm partially reinvigorated and once again collapsed on his bed, he still had several hours to burn before they all met his parents for dinner he set his scroll's alarm. He closed his eyes as he heard the door open, shuffled footsteps headed his way and a familiar form climbed in next to him. He cracked open his eyes to once again find Pyrrha with him in her usual red and gold night gown, head resting above his heart. He placed an arm around her and drifted off to sleep.

The alarm blared out tearing the partners from sleep. He reached over and shut the noise off. The room became alive with activity as the four teenagers dragged themselves from their beds and rubbed the sleep from their eyes.

Jaune stretched out before donning a fresh set of jeans and hoodie. Pyrrha smiled as she noticed the sizeable hole in its hood, it was the same one he had worn for initiation. She was surprised that he still had it.

The team left their dorm and knocked on RWBY's door, Ruby answered and they were joined by their rivals. The two teams made their way to the canteen at a leisurely pace, they chatted animatedly about their match.

"Ruby, did you manage to fix Crescent Rose?"

the inquired, he knew that the little Reaper wouldn't have rested until her beloved was back to its same old self.

"Its in the forge, I had the Beacon smith take a look at it, he said it should be fixed by tomorrow morning."

"so no permanent damage?"

"Nope, it'll take a little more than a broken blade to put my beloved out of action for more than a day."

They entered the cafeteria to find the Arcs already occupying their usual table. The two teams joined the queues for the various foodstuffs and returned laden with mounds of food. Jaune set down his own meal of Roasted potatoes, Lamb and a lake's worth of gravy. He dove in realising his hunger, and regretting having skipped lunch.

The eight teenagers said very little until they each finished their meals, pushing away their empty plates they each breathed a sigh of contentment. They all moved onto animated conversations about all manner of topics,Yang and Pyrrha both plied the older Arcs with questions about Jaune's youth, the Knight turned a shade redder with each subsequent anecdote his parents told. Ruby took a vested interest in Marron and the two were soon chatting like old friends over what was left of Ruby's third plate of cookies. Jaune smiled, glad that his friends had been so accepting of his family.

They had been talking for what seemed like hours, the cafeteria had long since emptied of students leaving the Arcs, RWBY and JNPR alone. The sounds of their voices and laughter echoes off of the walls. The Arcs were the first to leave.

"Our Dust-plane leaves early tomorrow, so we had best be getting some rest. Come on Marron say goodnight to our friends."

Jaune's little sister got up and hugged her brother tightly. As she released him he gave her hair a light ruffle and smiled.

The tiny brunette subsequently went around bidding each of the teenagers a good night's sleep and made to leave with her parents. The two teams promised to be at the air station to see them off the following morning before class.

Shortly after, the two teams made their move to return to their respective dorm rooms. Jaune gave Ruby a smile before he entered his dorm room.

"Oh, Ruby! One more thing."

she gave him one of her quizzical glances.

"What is it Jaune?"

"Don't think I've forgotten our agreement."

He gave her a wink and closed the door leaving Ruby standing in the silent hallway.

Pyrrha changed back into her night gown and made her way to Jaune's bed. She found the Knight already sound asleep, the day's activities having fully drained him of energy. His covers were rolled back and he slept off to one side in anticipation of his partner's arrival. A smile leapt to her face as she deftly climbed in next to him and lay her head on his shoulder, ever so lightly so as to not disturb his rest. The Champion kissed the blonde upon the cheek and closed her eyes. The sound of his breathing synchronized with her own as she drifted into her dreams.

So there it was,you requested RWBY and i tried to deliver. Let me know if you prefer longer chapters like this one. Next chapter will probably be a little more tame. As always please follow/favourite if you enjoyed this. feel free to review and PM me with plot ideas.