Hello my dear readers! Good news is I'm back with another chapter, bad news is it took me an entire month to do it. So for that I am terribly sorry. Though the chapter mostly took a bit longer to update because I was sick and didn't have the strength to edit.
On another note, it's surprising just how many of you guys and gals read this story, mind blowing even. Unfortunately there was a problem with fanfiction where the amount of views weren't recorded for a few days, and one of them was the day that I had last updated the chapter, so I missed out on a few views there. It's a shame too, because now I can't tell how many new people have begun reading and can't properly welcome them.
Unimportant rambling aside, welcome!
Onto the reviews, and dear God have there been a large amount as of late.
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You were close with the first two guesses, but at the same time very far. You'll see in this chapter.
New Universe Returns: It was briefly explained in earlier chapters that Yang absolutely loves (horrible) puns, and thus wanted to find whoever laughed at them due to everyone else disliking it. When Jaune laughed she realised that he was the person, so in a brief lapse of proper judgement she pounced on him in order to receive her prize for finding the person.
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Amusebeard: It's unfortunate that you don't like this chapter, but it's a pretty big one in terms of plot and character development. Some of which, Jaune himself hasn't noticed and thus will have to deal with the repercussions and consequences later.
You also seemed to be confused. While Jaune did ask Pyrrha for help earlier, this was just a one-time request for tips and advice in order to pass the upcoming test he had. He didn't want her to constantly waste her time on training with him so he rejected her request. I probably could have conveyed it a little more smoothly, but I am still a novice writer so you'll have to put up with mistakes here and there.
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Chapter 13- I love my master! Pt 1.
Jaune gaped as the tray clattered to the floor noisily with Weiss following suit. The class stared worriedly at the heiress before them, but their murmurs of concern fell deaf to his ears. "A-are you okay Snow Angel?" Asked Jaune hesitantly. Goodwitch shot him an incredulous look from behind as if saying: 'She just had several bottles-worth of different types of dust poured onto her head whilst being hit by a metal tray, what do you think?' An unusually descriptive look, but an incredulous look nonetheless. Next to the worried knight a certain buxom blond that was the cause of the situation snored happily, rendered unconscious due to an impact to the head.
The blond boy moved to help the girl when she suddenly stood up, much to the surprise of the occupants of the room. The white haired girl smiled brightly at the worried writer. "Of course I am Master!" She laughed as if nothing happened.
The students within the room directed their gazes at the knight in hopes for answers. Even Goodwitch was baffled by the unusual behaviour coming from the normally cold girl. Jaune sighed in relief, she was okay, "Thank dust you'r- wait what?" Her previous statement finally clicked in the boy's head as the heiress tackled him affectionately. Everyone stared at the two wondering the same thing. What in Remnant just happened?
Jaune and Weiss sat before Ozpin nervously. Weiss was currently wearing her combat clothes rather than her school uniform due to the uniform being covered in potentially hazardous dust. Jaune had just explained the situation that had transpired a few moments prior when the man moved into a thoughtful position, his hand resting on his mouth in deep contemplation. In reality he was amused by the situation but wanted to remain 'professional' in front of the students. He could laugh over the poor boy's problem with his coffee later. "I see…" Mumbled the illustrious headmaster of Beacon as he casually took a sip from his mug. "Unfortunately we do not have an expert of dust and it's effects on hand, or in Vale due to the inconveniently timed dust convention in Atlas as preparation for the upcoming Vytal tournament." The knight groaned, that took out a fair amount of options. "If you want my honest opinion, I believe that Ms Schnee here might have been the most knowledgeable on dust types, their effects and dust alchemy in this school. Even the majority of our teachers here in Beacon lack as much knowledge as her, with Glynda being at the top." The knight groaned once more, though he couldn't help but feel as if Ozpin was hiding something from him. "However, there are cases of students learning more complex forms of dust manipulation. Perhaps they may be of assistance. In fact, you may know of a few already but I will leave you to see for yourself." Surprisingly enough, Jaune's displeasure of the situation did not lighten at having to find someone other than Weiss who is experienced with dust. However, before he could begin looking for the rest of Team RWBY so that he could leave the strangely acting Dust Meister with them, the Headmaster spoke once more.
"Lastly…" He began as he nonchalantly signed documents, seemingly bored with the conversation, "Because it was you, Mr Arc, who put her in this state, I am leaving you in charge of assisting Ms Schnee in snapping out of her newfound personality and attending to her until that happens."
The heiress smirked coyly and hugged the blond writer, much to his displeasure. "I hope you take good care of me Master!" She cheered happily. Much to the Headmaster's surprise, the boy was not in the least bit happy with his current predicament. Hmm, he thought to himself as he watched their interaction from the corner of his eyes whilst he signed a confirmation notice, I had been led to believe that Mr Arc was infatuated heavily with Ms Schnee. Were my informants wrong?
Jaune mentally sighed as the unfamiliar white haired student smiled at him, Oh where did my Snow Angel go? Most people would take advantage of the 'predicament' the writer had found himself in, but he knew that if he did take advantage of Weiss' new personality she would kill him the moment she turned back. Then again, she would most likely murder him for causing the accident in the first place.
"If that is all Professor Ozpin, I will take my leave." Stated the blond formally, a defeated tone clear within his voice. The older man couldn't help but pity the boy, maybe it wasn't the right decision to make the knight have full responsibility over the heiress as he was fully aware the entire situation was Ms Xiao Long's fault. The young man just appeared to be the spitting image of someone he once knew long ago. He could only hope he was mistaken or the boy would surely have an… eventful, road ahead of him. Oh well, he just signed the confirmation for the shipping container of coffee so he has that to look forward to in the upcoming weeks… The young man could probably sort out the problem himself.
Jaune sighed as he walked out of Ozpin's office, Weiss skipping uncharacteristically behind him. Then again, she wasn't exactly Weiss at the moment. Perhaps he should think of a new name for her whilst she's in this persona in order to make things easier. Wait 'till the teams hear about this… Though Ozpin's clue of someone he may know being knowledgeable on dust intrigued him.
The blond thought deeply, someone who knew a lot about dust and it's applications, that wasn't Weiss? Unlikely. The knight thought back to all of the people that he had met since arriving at Beacon. Ruby was most definitely out if the explosion on day one was of any indication. Yang caused the problem so she was likely out, therefore that left Blake, his team, Cardin, Velvet, Coco, Amethyst, a few other students he had talked to briefly, the cafeteria lady, that one janitor Nora dropped pancakes on, the strange mailroom guy and the several girls who threw stuff at him when Yang punched him into the girl's bathroom. The boy frowned, that was going to be a lot of people to sift through. Though Ozpin most likely did not know everyone that he had ever met before.
That reasoning narrowed down the possible candidates to the people he had met on multiple occasions. As Jaune pondered this during his stroll through the halls a small white nagging feeling began to poke his side. Ignoring it, a flash of orange gave him an idea. The blond snapped his fingers as he remembered a piece of important information. Once again ignoring the nagging white feeling calling for his attention the writer continued to think. He'd have to ask Roman for help, according to Neo he worked with dust outside of his job as an editor- "Master you dunce!" Cried the neglected white feeling, annoyed by the lack of attention. Jaune sighed in exasperation.
"Could you please stop addressing me by master?" He asked, rubbing his temples as he did so. This new Weiss was getting him looks from the students around them, and attention was the last thing he wanted. Not only would her insistence of calling him 'master' sour his reputation, it isn't very dignified for the heiress to one of the largest businesses in Remnant to address a person of lesser status as 'master'. It would absolutely ruin what people would think of her and he just couldn't do that to his Snow Angel.
The girl tilted her head, "Why would I not call my Master 'master'?" She asked, genuinely confused. The writer's eye twitched,
"Because I'm not your master." He stated simply. Hopefully that would clear up her strange misconception. His interest was peaked slightly when he noticed the heiress flinch.
"H-haha, f-for a second I nearly believed you Master." She stuttered out nervously. The knight shook his head with a look of dead seriousness.
"I'm not joking." The writer smirked inwardly, that should do it… W-Wait, is she gonna-? His thoughts were interrupted as the white haired girl began to sniffle adorably.
"A-are you saying I'm not good enough for you master? I-I'm sorry." How did she come to that conclusion!? Wait, where is she going? Before he could say anything more the female student ran off, leaving behind a trail of tears. Jaune mentally groaned as the scene earned him several glares from the students around him. Why did his Snow Angel have to leave him with this over-affectionate clone? The girl acted as if she had nothing to hide, or rather didn't feel the need to be embarrassed.
He now had two options, either go to find Roman or chase after Weiss… The knight looked indecisively between the path to the airship and the hallway Weiss had just ran down. Why was this so difficult?. He sighed, hopefully he wouldn't have to make more decisions like this. His mind set, the writer chased after the weeping heiress.
When the blond boy finally caught up to the crying girl he found her nose-deep into the shoulder of his fellow bookworm. "And this is my problem how?" Questioned the black haired girl, apparently after the Schnee gave a heartfelt account of the events prior.
"You're my friend aren't you?" Mumbled the white haired girl. Blake gaped, did Weiss just say that they were friends? Did she really believe that about them? The introvert could almost laugh at the irony. Those bottles of dust must have really made her loopy.
Blake smirked mischievously when she noticed Jaune approach. Smiling comfortingly at Weiss. "Of course." She reassured, "Now, why don't you go sort things out with your master? I'm sure he didn't mean it." The young woman gestured behind the heiress towards the knight. The white haired girl turned around to see that her master was indeed behind her.
"Master?" She questioned slowly, as if unsure to address him by that.
The blond writer rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "H-hey Weiss." He greeted awkwardly. "I, um, I'm sorry." What was he supposed to say, that he didn't mean what he said earlier? "I just… I just thought that if I were your master, it would ruin your reputation. And if that happened you wouldn't like me, and I don't want that!" Explained the writer, albeit worded awkwardly. That sounded a lot less… desperate, in my head… Deadpanned the boy.
You see, this is why we always edit our writing several times before we give it to Roman. Stated a sarcastic, yet regrettably correct, voice in his head.
Blake raised a brow, Jaune really looked uncomfortable. Then again, he probably hadn't ever been in this type of situation. She stifled a chuckle, what circumstances had to have of occurred to turn a normally cold heiress that wouldn't give him the time of day to an obsessed servant that doesn't appear to want to leave his side. Fate must really hate Jaune… I should probably help him. Before she could move to assist the boy in not making an embarrassment of himself she noticed the looks of the students around him. On second thought, he can deal with it on his own. Jaune can be pretty dependable sometimes.
As the introvert let herself out the dense knight began to worry, the girl before him had started to tear up again. "D-did I say something?" He stuttered worriedly. Weiss was going to kill him, she was going to brutally murder him when she goes back to normal.
Jaune blinked as he noticed the looks he was receiving from the students around him. Well, I guess I'm already dead to the majority of the student populace. He could see it in the newspaper now, 'Jaune Arc makes the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company cry. Angered father sends out deadly, killer, ninja-assassins as revenge.' An oddly specific and descriptive headline, but an eye-catching one nonetheless. You have to admit, it sounds like a good premise for a story. Pointed out the voice in his head.
Jaune unconsciously nodded in agreement, A weak farm boy gets framed for a crime concerning a rich, well known princess and must survive and escape the onslaught of enemies and bad luck as he, his childhood friend, a ninja who was sent to kill him and the princess seek to clear his name whilst possibly finding love along the way. Interesting. I could use this for that writing competition. He had to thank whoever gave him the idea lat- Wait, who are you?! He shouted mentally. The blond boy repressed a disappointed click of his tongue when he received no response. The writer was shaken out of his thoughts when the white haired girl laughed.
Weiss smiled at the boy, gently brushing her tears away. "Master you dolt." She laughed, "I'm crying with joy."
"…Huh?" He replied oh-so-smartly. That could actually happen?
The young heiress pivoted on one leg, her combat skirt spinning in the air as she smiled at him, pulling off a shaft head tilt. "Now I know you care about me enough to pretend that you weren't my master in order to protect me." The knight stood still, confused by the explanation. "You're always so considerate of others, and that's why I love you Master!" Jaune froze for a fraction of a second, It doesn't count! He denied mentally, Snow Angel isn't herself right now.
Then why are you blushing? "Th-thanks… I guess." Stuttered the knight, embarrassed by her display of affection. "Why don't we go find our teams?" He asked her, and find Blake too, who conveniently, mysteriously disappeared in my time of need.
The heiress nodded, "Of course, anything for you Master!" She chirped happily. As the duo traversed through the surprisingly empty halls of Beacon once more, Jaune couldn't help but notice a change that had overcome Weiss. It wasn't an obvious change, unlike her new personality, but it had been a change nonetheless. He hadn't noticed it before, as he had been too preoccupied with curing Weiss' new personality in order to bring back the usual cold yet caring Snow Angel, but something about the heiress had changed.
"Weiss your shoelace is untied." Commented Jaune offhandedly. The white haired girl's eyes briefly flashed downwards before laughing at the knight.
"Master you dolt, my boots don't have shoelaces." The blond writer adorned a thinking pose,
"I suppose they don't." He mumbled thoughtfully, barely audible over the commotion from the classrooms throughout the halls.
When the two made it to Team RWBY's dorm he knocked slowly. "Who is it?" Asked Blake from behind the door, more than likely reading a book in her bed.
Jaune's eye twitched slightly, "The person who you left for dead half an hour ago." He responded. Listening in he heard several loud noises that he assumed was someone trying, and failing, to open the door. Sentences like, 'Ruby no!', 'He's our friend.' and 'He's going to kill me.' caught his attention. The knight smirked as the door swung open to reveal Ruby and Yang, with Blake nowhere to be seen. Though the window was suspiciously open. "I brought you your teammate. But she's a bit… Different." The reaper tilted her head slightly,
"Different?" She asked curiously, turning to her sister for help. The blond girl shrugged in response, the last time she had seen Weiss was before she got knocked out during the Dust Alchemy class. The young woman couldn't for the life of her remember what knocked her out though. In fact, she could hardly remember what occurred during the class. She frowned in thought, normally it would be a normal occurrence not remembering anything she had learnt but for some reason the party girl felt as if something important happened.
Jaune scratched the back of his head and made a sheepish smile, "Well, you'll see what I mean soon. I'd just appreciate it if you three-" A black bow just barely visible past the bottom of the windowsill twitched at the mention of three, "watched over Weiss until I'm finished with a little errand of mine." The youngest of the five nodded slowly,
"Since when were you responsible for Weiss Jaune?" She asked curiously. Weiss was their fellow member of Team RWBY and her partner, why wouldn't she take care of her regardless?
The writer's eye twitched at the memory, "Since Ozpin put me in charge over her because of a certain someone." Jaune smiled at the three girls and gently pushed Weiss, who had been silent the entire time, into the dorm. "Sorry to put this on all of you suddenly, but this is really important." Waving goodbye, the boy quickly ran off. Blake sighed in relief as she motioned to climb back into the room. "By the way Blake this isn't the ground floor, so how are you doing that?" He commented from the hallway.
The introvert's eyes widened, looking at the non-existent floor beneath her. "Huh, so it isn't." Jaune smirked as he heard a loud impact from outside followed by a female yelp.
A blond boy smiled as he entered Neo's establishment, taking care not to touch anything. He'd say the place never changed, but that was technically a lie considering the shor- young looking woman always changed around her office. The ice-cream themed woman's favourite parasol was tucked carefully in the umbrella vase to the side. He never could figure out why she was so attached to that. "Yo Neo? Roman? I have to ask you something!" He called out as he entered Roman's part of the building, the door furthest down the hall. The editor's eyes widened at the unexpected guest and quickly shoved an object that looked similar to a tied up man into the closet next to him, making sure to close the door behind it.
"Wh-what are you doing back so quickly Yellow?" He asked nervously, shifting his eyes between the closet and the young man. "If memory serves, you were here not too long ago."
The writer chuckled, "I just needed some help." An evil glint appeared in Roman's eyes,
"Oho~ What do you need help with Yellow?" Asked the man as he tapped his cane onto the ground excitedly. If this was something he could use to show that Jaune wasn't as innocent as his daughter believes him to be, then it would be perfect!
The young knight sighed, "Well, Neo told me about how you work with dust outside of your editing career." The orange haired man gulped, dust Neo, if he realises we're both screwed. "So, hypothetically speaking, if I somehow managed to change someone's personality during a Dust Alchemy class… Is it possible to change it back? And if it was, are you capable of it?"
Roman raised a brow at the boy. "Well, hypothetically speaking," He started mockingly, "It's almost impossible to change someone's personality, almost. However, I believe I know what you are talking about Yellow."
"Hypothetically." Added the blond helpfully.
The editor rolled his eyes, "Right. Well, I believe that person came into contact with Verity Dust, a special type of dust whose ingredients are hard to come by and even harder to procure. Upon contact, they will reveal the targets inner thoughts and feelings, and the more things they hide, the stronger the effect." The writer nodded slowly, it would make sense that Weiss would be affected so powerfully considering tsundere's are almost never true to themselves or anyone.
"So, once again purely hypothetically, what is the process of creating this dust?" He asked nervously. He didn't remember seeing dust that valuable in any of the vials they were held in.
Roman brought a hand to his chin in 'thought'. "Well Yellow, you need pure, powdered fire, water, air, ice and lightning dust that is only distributed to schools and laboratories for research and learning purposes." This occurred in Beacon, so that's ticked off. "Next you need to launch them in a high numbers at a constant velocity whilst keeping them close together." They were all sent skywards in their bottles due to Yang so that's another ticked off. "Lastly, they have to be in contact with small amounts of silicon dioxide, glass will do, as they impact special dust crystals that only the Schnee Dust Company own. Though I heard the heiress has some in her tiara." Jaune felt as if the background behind him shattered, how in Remnant did the situation earlier just so happen to fit that criteria? It was close to impossible coincidences that all linked together to create this incident, did fate like messing with him that much?
"So how would I cure someone of the effects of this dust?"
The orange haired man laughed. "Well Yellow, if this still is purely hypothetical, I would be able to get the needed materials to cure the person by the end of the week."
The writer's eyes widened, "A week?" He squawked incredulously. The blond boy motioned to complain when his scroll began to beep. He sighed in defeat upon gazing at the time. He had to hurry or he'd miss the last airship to Beacon. "Alright Roman. I'll be back in a week with Weiss. Oh, and I don't know if you could tell, but this actually wasn't hypothetical." Did that brat really think I wouldn't notice? Thought Roman to himself.
As the door closed behind the rushing boy the editor couldn't help but laugh. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt a sinister presence behind him. The man slowly turned on his heel to see Neo holding up a piece of paper. "I can't help but notice that you didn't tell him the effect only lasts for a couple of days." He read aloud. Roman froze, the sound of familiar tapping of a parasol reaching his ears. This was going to be painful.
Jaune groaned dejectedly, he'd have to deal with this new Weiss for a whole week. Don't get him wrong; he enjoyed the attention he was getting from his Snow Angel. He just enjoyed not being horribly mutilated even more. Wait, what if Weiss doesn't keep her memories of this new personality? The knight hadn't thought of that before. If that was possible, what would he do? Take advantage? No, that would be wrong. Though he could use his newfound control over the white haired girl to prevent her from getting into a situation that would end in his death once she returned to normal. The blond student nodded, his mind set. The best course of action as of current is the one that garners the least attention. Then again, that would mean having to avoid classes and dust knows he really needs those. That, and Weiss would be absolutely livid if he was responsible for her missing a class.
Jaune groaned once more, this was going to be a tough week.
Upon entering the school grounds after an especially nauseating airship ride he couldn't help but wonder when he was going to do about his situation. His thoughts were interrupted though as he received a message on his scroll. Pyrrha? What could she want?
Where are you?
There was a short assembly where Professor Goodwitch announced that we would not have classes for the next few weeks due to the arrival of foreign students participating in the Vytal Festival.
Jaune stared blankly at the message. Could it be? Were the Divine Beings that normally got a kick out of messing with him actually showing him a shred of mercy for once? Even though this was too good to be true, he really had no choice but to accept it. He had to make the most of it whilst he still could. Deciding to explain the situation to his team, the boy set out to find Weiss. They probably wouldn't believed him otherwise.
With his new plan of action set and a skip to his step, the blond writer walked through the empty halls of Beacon. It was close to 9pm already so he couldn't blame anyone for not wanting to get into trouble for being out past curfew. They were free to roam around for the entire night if they wished on Friday and Saturday, but on the other days they had to be in their dorms before 9 in order to not disturb the students with early classes the next day.
The young man stopped before the door to Team RWBY and took a deep breath, ready for anything that might come crawling out of their room. If he had learnt anything from his time spent with them, it's that important events seem to gravitate towards them as misfortune does him. Unfortunately no amount of self-preparation could have gotten him ready for the sight before him.
Weiss was bound to a chair with chains and gagged with what appeared to be Yang's brassiere if the size was any clue. The girl seemed to be out cold and covered in mayonnaise and tuna. Surrounding the unconscious girl were several items tossed around haphazardly, ranging from a half-peeled banana to a golf club to an oversized tennis ball that could easily constitute for a bowling ball. The confused knight grimaced as he noticed one of the beds he and Ren had carefully crafted for their friends had been cleanly broken in half and was laying on an angle, carrying a single unconscious occupant. He walked up to the knocked out reaper and clicked his fingers before her face several times but was unable to elicit a response.
Continuing his scan across the room the writer realised there was a sizeable hole in the ceiling that was suspiciously Yang-shaped. Though why there was a lamp-shaped hole where the head was supposed to be Jaune didn't know or care so long as he wasn't blamed for that hole too.
His interest was peaked when he heard a splash echo from the bathroom. Dare he enter? The blond boy was concerned for the team. After all, it appeared as if a tornado had come through the room, followed by a tsunami, an earthquake, a hurricane, a typhoon and a drought for the laughs. Deciding to investigate in case Team RWBY's final member, Blake, was drowning in the bathtub he cautiously opened the bathroom door to find-
He closed the door quickly. Thankfully she had been unaware of his presence. The writer turned back to the object within the white haired girl's mouth. Jaune blinked as he analysed the size of the clothing and made a gesture that appeared to replicate a woman's 'front bumpers' so to speak. He compared the two sized and gaped, somehow having managed to keep a straight face up until that point. "Dear dust, how in Remnant did she hide those?" He muttered. The young knight had seen her in nought but a towel, how did he miss them?
He shook his head, those were probably thoughts for a later date. Scratch that, he'd prefer not to think about them- er, it, again. The young man stared at the bound girl before him and decided to release her from her chains. Wading through the assortment of objects scattered around the room the knight found the key hiding under a light blue book. Unlocking the restraints that bound the heiress Jaune was surprised when three young Huntresses in training suddenly tackled him. "Noooo!" They cried in unison.
"We only just managed to get her down with the shuffleboard!" The young knight blinked, did Ruby just say shuffleboard? And why is Yang in a plumbers outfit?
Blake growled at him, "It took an hour to track her down in the Emerald forest. Then we had to deal with the giant sloth she had managed to get captured by!" Wait, what was Weiss doing in the Emerald Forest? And where did the giant sloth come from?
Yang groaned to herself, "Why was there a talking mushroom anyway? 'Your heiress is in another castle' my behind." She grumbled. Um… what? "It took forever to get Nora to stop the giant sloth too. We had to brave a stupid six flowered plant monster to get the sap she wanted!" Jaune blinked as he had just realised that Blake was wearing a cat-girl outfit. When did she get changed?
"Don't even get me started on actually getting her bound to that chair!" The boy sweatdropped. At this point they weren't even complaining or trying to reason with him, more so just retelling events.
"I am never babysitting Weiss ever again. She's you're problem until she goes back to normal." Cried Yang as she threw the still unconscious and gagged heiress at the confused knight and shoved the two out of the room.
Jaune blinked, "What in Remnant just happened?" He wondered aloud as he stared confusedly at the girl in his arms. Agh, I got mayonnaise and tuna on me. Before the writer could do anything about his situation the door to his team's dorm swung open, revealing his male teammate.
"There you are." He spoke slowly, relief in his voice. "Pyrrha, Nora and I were worrie-" The stoic boy stared at the mayonnaise covered girl in the hands of his distinguished leader, his eyes stopping briefly at the undergarment in her mouth. The young man smiled at his leader and closed the door. Jaune's jaw dropped as he heard a distinct locking sound. Did Ren actually just lock the door?
On the other side of the locked door Pyrrha tilted her head in confusion at the green-clad student. "Why did you lock the door?" Ren smiled,
"There was a cookie scout who was adamant on selling cookies." He explained simply. Jaune definitely wasn't outside holding an unconscious, mayonnaise and tuna-covered Weiss, who was also gagged by a brassiere that appeared to belong to Yang. Nope, not at all. After all, he had a good leader and male friend who wouldn't resort to that…
Jaune sneezed as he entered the library. Hopefully Amethyst would understand his situation, and have a shower if possible. The knight walked up to the front desk and was surprised when he found the purple librarian missing. Strange, he thought, she's normally here until late. Quickly rapping on the counter his blue eyes floated towards a bell. Since when did they install a bell? He wondered as he rang it.
The blond writer winced slightly, not ready for the surprisingly loud noise that resonated from the palm-sized bell. "Who is it?" Called out Amethyst from the back of the library. Jaune sighed in relief,
"It's me, Jaune!" He shouted back in response. "I have a request for you…"
Several hours later found the two lazing about on a couch in Amethyst's room whilst Weiss slept on the bed, freshly showered and into some of the librarian's spare clothes. "This is a pretty nice room, who knew it existed behind the dusty front desk in the library." Commented the young man as he gazed around.
The purple haired woman smiled, "Thank you, I try my best to keep it clean. Though the front desk isn't that bad." The two shared a short laugh. Amethyst leaned forward expectantly, her expression changing from playful to dead serious. "Now, about the whole Weiss thing. What are you going to do about it?" The young man shrugged,
"I'm not sure about the finer details, but I can restore Snow Angel back to normal in a week." He stated. The woman gave him a curious look.
She tilted her head innocently, "So why exactly do you want Weiss to change back? Don't you enjoy having her fawn around you?" Jaune smiled wistfully and shook his head negative.
"Don't get me wrong I don't hate her new personality, in fact I enjoy the attention. I just… Don't think it's fair to her." Taking note of the librarian's confused look the blond student elaborated. "I told you about how the dust reveals a person's true thoughts right?" Amethyst nodded. "Well, I feel as if Weiss has hidden a lot of things for a reason, and because of this the dust has affected her to the point where her very personality has changed. I just don't think that's right by her." The purple haired woman nodded slowly,
She smirked knowingly, "You've put a surprising amount of thought into this." Jaune smiled, it helps when you have a semblance that can drastically speed up your thought processes.
"N-not really…" He replied unconvincingly. Amethyst smiled back at him,
"Stop being so modest, I know you really care about your friends. You may act oblivious sometimes, but I know you're more perceptive than you reveal." The writer blinked, had she really noticed that? "I also know that you're hiding something from everyone, and it's not just one or two things too." Jaune paled as he gulped audibly. Are all the staff in this school detectives or something? First Ozpin, then that boy in the mailroom, and now Amethyst. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep a secret in this place, he had to change the subject and fast.
"Where am I going to sleep?" He queried awkwardly. It was something he was genuinely curious about so he was sincere in the question, just not the intent.
The librarian smirked, "Isn't it obvious?" She asked suggestively as her eyes tracked to the sleeping heiress. Jaune blushed, was she really implying that- "You'll be sleeping on the floor!" The knight resisted the urge to face-fault, why you little…
Rejoicing over having successfully gotten the young woman's mind off of sleuthing out his secrets, the blond boy didn't mind that he had to sleep on the spare mattress. All he needed to do now was figure out what he was going to do with Weiss until Roman could get everything he needed for the cure. Sure Ozpin conveniently postponed classes due to the students from other schools arriving, but she still had to stay at Beacon and judging from the events prior she sure as dust wasn't staying in the RWBY dorm again until she's back to normal.
Though that wasn't all that was occupying his mind. The knight knew that he didn't tell Amethyst of the largest reason as to why he doesn't take advantage of the new Weiss. It was because although she looked and sounded like the Snow Angel he knows, this wasn't Weiss. Weiss wouldn't forget small details like the fact that she didn't have any shoelaces on her boots, and the way Weiss walked was elegant and decisive, as if she knew where she wanted to go and what she wanted to do at all times. The new 'personality' of hers instead moved as if she were ready to change direction at any given moment along with a childish curiosity to her movements. One last clue revealed the truth of the situation. Weiss wasn't tagged anymore.
The heiress must've been hiding a lot because the dust didn't just make a new personality, it made an entirely new person within Weiss' body. If his guess was right, then the dust managed to rework her brain to become someone else entirely. It wasn't a sudden change in personality, it was a change of her whole way of thinking. Though there wasn't much point in dwelling over the theory because soon Weiss would return to normal, which once again lead to his first problem. Where was he going to put Weiss and what was he going to do with her until the week was up?
Amethyst grinned, "Why don't you take her to Vale under the premise of a date?" She suggested. The blond boy jumped, how did she know that he was thinking about that? "Honey, your facial expressions are all I need to read you like a book." Laughed the older woman.
Jaune sighed and slumped his shoulders, "Well, while that's a good idea on paper, Weiss would never agree to that." The librarian's cheeky grin widened to a point where the knight was actually concerned for her health.
"Who ever said it would be Weiss that agreed to go on a date?"
And as the clock strikes midnight a plan hatches to keep the changed heiress' reputation intact. Our clumsy writer has somehow managed to end up in a rather rare situation and has lost Weiss to the new person within her body. Will he be able to bring his Snow Angel back, or will Weiss' personality be forever changed? Also, how will a worm costume manage to save the day? Read on to find out as we wait for another month to pass before this stupid author finally manages to update!
On a more serious note, I'm incredibly sorry that this wasn't updated as soon as I'd hope. I also cannot promise the next update will be any faster, but who knows, I may be able to pull it off if life decides to stop being an ass.
Those who can find a certain reference get a high-five and a bottle of Verity Dust.
I'm glad that people tell me about the possible references despite the fact that those who get the specific reference wont actually get the joke 'reward'. At most they will just get a congratulations. I just like to see how perceptive people are, and it is unimaginably enjoyable when someone catches a reference. Seriously I love the feeling.
