Personally I think this chapter is absolute crud and terrible but it's all I have and I am on a time limit here since my computer has been spazzing out due to the memory which is having issues. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

-Y.A.R.N.


Yang was seriously beginning to consider grabbing Jaune and making out with him in the middle of the cafeteria, he was starting to annoy her to that point. Whenever she tried to seduce him, he would comment that she should cover up and would hurriedly adjust her uniform to make sure she wasn't indecent. When she would flirt, he would joke back, completely and totally missing the point or intent. Yang's only consolation was that he did have feelings for her and Pyrrha wasn't having any success either. Yang knew she should probably tell Pyrrha that she was gunning for Jaune, but Yang knew if she found out, that would strain their friendship.

Probably even break it.

On the other hand though, if she didn't tell her Pyrrha would probably feel betrayed and hurt when (actually if, Yang knew kids that weren't as oblivious as the blond knight) she snagged Jaune, and that wasn't a viable option. Yang was used to taking what she wanted but Jaune was throwing a wrench in the normal plan. She hadn't met a boy so oblivious to the point of where she thought that she would have to grab him and tell him that she liked him like she was in grade school. Her mind than came onto the fact that he overall spent more time with Pyrrha rather than he did her, and Yang sighed.

Yang had to talk to Pyrrha even though it might hurt their friendship, there really was no other way.

Pyrrha was a reliable and dependable friend, even the thought of hurting her by telling her that made Yang stomach swoop in worry and fear. Yang chewed her lip and thought about the problem more than at the task at hand. It clearly showed as Jaune got a punch past her defenses and nailed her in the side. Jaune brow furrowed and he grabbed Yang's shoulders taking Yang by surprise.

"Okay. YANG, what's wrong? You aren't fighting as well as you usually do and you're unfocused." Jaune asked, gripping her shoulders and forcing her to look at him.

Yang's lilac orbs met fathomless blue eyes and she had to resist from kissing him senseless (though she wanted to so badly), "Nothing Jaune, just worried about something."

He cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy (Yang's restraints withered a bit more), "Is there anything I can do to help you out?"

Yang shook her head, "No, I it's something that I need to do myself."

Jaune stared at her for another moment and shrugged, "If you're sure you're fine, that's good, but Yang, know that if you ever need to talk to someone, or just not feel alone, I'll be there."

Yang nodded and grinned weakly, "I just may take you up on that."

Jaune smiled, "Good, you mind if I take the offense this time?"

Yang grinned, back on form, "If you think you can actually hit me!"


Yang squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, this had to be done. She rapped on Team JNPR's door. She half-hoped that nobody would answer the door and she could postpone the problem for a short time. To her relief and frustration, Ren opened the door.

"Oh hell Yang, what's wrong? Did you need to talk to Jaune?" He asked.

"Actually needed to talk to Pyrrha, if she's here."

Pyrrha walked up and smiled at Yang as she walked into view, "Hey Yang, what can I do for you?"

Yang internally cringed at how cordial and happy she sounded, she took a deep breath, 'Big girl time, Yang, you can do this.'

"Pyrrha I need to talk to you it's really important." Yang said.

Pyrrha straightened and nodded, "Follow me."


Pyrrha led Yang to a more secluded area of the courtyard that was situated far from the school buildings and turned to face her, "What's wrong?"

Yang took the first, long breath, "I just want to say I am so sorry, I never knew I would begin to feel like this but, you were right and I saw what you saw. I am just so sorry. I just want you to know that I never intended for something to happen when it began."

"What happened? What are you talking about Yang?" Pyrrha asked confused and a bit worried, obviously the brawler was torn over telling her.

Yang took another deep breath, "I fell for him."

A beat of silence that seemed to stretch into an eternity hung between the two huntresses-in-training.

Everything clicked into place for Pyrrha at that moment, and anger began to bubble under her tone, "Are you serious right now, is this some sort of prank? Are you joking?"

Yang sighed, a sad but resigned tone to her voice, "I wish I was, but I am not, I fell for Jaune Arc..."

With the resigned tone of Yang's voice, Pyrrha's control splintered, "It's not fair..." She growled, "YOU THINK IT'S FAIR? YOU WOULDN'T EVEN GIVE HIM A SECOND GLANCE, NOW, YOU FALLEN FOR HIM AFTER YOU KNOW I FEEL THE SAME WAY? FOR EVEN LONGER THAN YOU DID?"

"YOU THINK I WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN?" Yang argued, "I DIDN'T THINK THIS WOULD HAPPEN! I BEGAN TO SEE WHAT YOU SAW, I COULDN'T STOP WANTING TO SEE HIM! I LOVE HIM, AND I CAN'T HELP IT!"

"YOU ARE PROBABLY GOING TO USE HIM AND THROW HIM AWAY! YOU PROBABLY WOULD HAVE EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T 'FALL' FOR HIM! BE HONEST, WE BOTH KNOW THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT TO DO!" Pyrrha yelled, tears beginning to burn behind her eyes.

"SHUT UP!" Yang screamed angrily, her eyes red and filled with angry tears.

What Pyrrha had stated was true, Yang had done that in the past, but those sort of relationships never meant something to her. But when it came to seeing Jaune's smile when he looked at her, his grin, she couldn't imagine hurting him like that. She couldn't imagine hurting him like he didn't mean anything to her at all. She wanted to spend time with Jaune, not because he was popular (farthest thing from it to be truthful), not because he was superficial and a liar, but because he was a kind, caring, and loving person. He was someone who would take a bullet for a stranger, simply because it was the right thing to do. He stood up for those who couldn't or wouldn't stand up for themselves.

Yang craved him, because he was like a sunbeam, warm but not harsh enough to burn, like a gentle blanket of peace and comfort.

"WHAT? ANGRY BECAUSE I AM TELLING THE TRUTH?" Pyrrha screamed.

"I SAID SHUT UP! YOU ONLY LIKE HIM BECAUSE HE HAD NO CLUE WHO YOU WERE!"

"YEAH, AND BECAUSE OF THAT, I DIDN'T HAVE TO ACT LIKE I WAS ROYAL OR PERFECT AROUND HIM, I COULD BE MYSELF AND HE WOULD - NO HE DID ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I WAS!"

"HE DID THE SAME FOR ME! I WAS A JERK, I DIDN'T KNOW WHY AND INTRODUCED HIM TO MY REGIMENT OF TRAINING, BUT HE NEVER COMPLAINED! HE TRUSTED ME TO HELP HIM, UNCONDITIONALLY! HE NEVER ASKED FOR IT TO BE EASIER, AND ONLY GAVE UP WHEN HE COULDN'T GO ON! HE NEVER PUTS IN LESS THAN ONE-HUNDRED PERCENT OF HIMSELF WHEN IT COMES TO A JOB, AND SEES IT THROUGH TO THE END! I LOVE HIM, AND I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IT, I MAY NOT BE THE BEST PERSON IN THE WORLD, BUT HE SAYS I DESERVE THE BEST AND MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I AM!" Yang yelled.

"YOU CAN'T LOVE HIM! YOU'VE BARELY KNOW HIM, YOU'VE BEEN TRAINING HIM FOR ONLY TWO MONTHS! YOU WERE EXPECTING HIM TO GIVE UP AND QUIT, BUT JUST BECAUSE HE DECIDED NOT TO AND TO GIVE YOUR TUTELAGE HIS ALL, YOU LOVE HIM? YOU HAVEN'T SPENT ENOUGH TIME WITH HIM TO GET TO KNOW HIM!" Pyrrha screeched, the dam behind her eyes breaking.

"THAT'S EXACTLY WHY I KNOW I DO! I ONLY HAVE KNOWN HIM REALLY FOR TWO MONTHS, AND I CAN'T HELP BUT WANT TO SPEND EVERY MOMENT I CAN WITH HIM! I WANT TO GET TO KNOW HIM, TO LEARN WHO HE IS AND WHAT HE LIKES, I WANT OT BE NEXT TO HIM EVERY STEP OF THE WAY! I KNOW YOU LIKE HIM, BUT I CAN'T GIVE UP!" Yang had enough of this conversation, "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY AND HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT IT! THAT'S ALL I WANTED TO SAY, I WANTED TO SAY SORRY, BUT I WON'T LOSE HIM!"

Yang stormed off, tears running down her face, 'Idiot, idiot, idiot!' She berated herself, 'You knew this would have happened! You knew it! And you still hurt her!'

'Yeah, well she insulted you too! If anything you should kick her ass!' Her rage chimed in.

'But it better that she knows before-hand, just give her some time to cool off, Pyrrha is a level-headed girl.' Another voice reminded Yang in her head.

Yang feet carried her to the training grounds, she slumped against a battered tree, slid down until she had her knees pulled up to her chin, and buried her head in her arms, which were propped on her knees. She suddenly wondered if Pyrrha was right about how she felt about the oblivious blonde knight. Now that she was arguing over Jaune -with Pyrrha no less- she was wondering if she was worth it to him. She had tried to push him through her rigorous regime of training, because she thought it would be funny to watch him unable to do it. Against all odds though, he went through with it, and kept going.

What if she had hurt him? What if he had broken something trying to keep up before she hadn't known just how loving and caring he could be? What if she had been hurting him this entire time, and he had kept quiet because he trusted her? She may have only shrugged it off if he had gotten too badly hurt! What if something comparable to Cardin's mace hitting him had happened because of her?

She loved Jaune but if he knew what she used to feel, could he feel the same way?

A distraught sound broke the hush of the training area.


Jaune had just arrived in the training hall to see people standing around the ring, watching Pyrrha as she whirled and slashed her way through wave after of wave of combat drones. People murmured in hushed tones as she decapitated a robot and slammed it into the ground with the butt of her spear, grinding it into the floor for a split-second before stabbing another robot a feral and angry look on her face. She slammed the side of her buckler into another robot's abdomen, breaking it in half and sending the halves to the floor.

Jaune was beginning to think that maybe he needed to find a different way to release stress if that was what he looked like when he was fighting, his friends really didn't need to pick up on his methods.

After she stood there panting and waiting for the next wave Jaune strode over to the console and shut off the simulation using his scroll and leader status. Pyrrha got ready to tell off whoever stopped it, but she visibly wilted under Jaune's uncompromising stare.

"Pyrrha can we talk?" He asked, and without waiting for a response, he dragged her off the stage.


"What is wrong Pyrrha? You were gone for three hours!" Jaune demanded of her, holding her shoulders, "You looked like a madwoman in there, did something happen? Did someone insult you? Point them out and I'll kick their ass to kingdom come!" He growled, looking around and slamming his fists together with and audible crack.

Pyrrha giggled slightly at Jaune, ever since he began training with Yang, he unconsciously had been picking up on several of her mannerisms. As soon as she actually thought about it, Pyrrha's face darkened and Jaune picked up on that immediately.

"Pyrrha wha-"

"Jaune how do you feel about me?"

Jaune blinked, "What do you mean? What are you asking from me Pyrrha?" Jaune asked slowly but kindly.

"How do you feel about me, just who am I to you?"

Jaune bit down on his lip for a moment, trying to glean where the sudden question had spring from, "Did someone insult me in front of you? You don't have to worry about that!"

"Can you answer me?" She forged on relentlessly.

Jaune looked up and rubbed his chin for a moment, "Um... you are a... treasured friend, someone who I care a lot for and would give my life for without hesitating. You taught me how to be a hunter and helped me gain my confidence and skill. I would have never been able to become who I am without you! But what does this have to do with what you were doing trying to set a new record for overkill in the arena?"

Pyrrha looked down and took a deep breath, she was going to tell him before Yang got the chance, knowing him she really was hoping he would say yes.

"I wanted to ask you if-" Pyrrha began.

"Hey Jaune!" A voice called.

Jaune turned to see Ruby running down the hall, he blinked, "Ruby what's wrong?"

She panted for a moment before looking at him with pleading eyes, "I can't find Yang and she has her scroll off!"

Jaune's eyes widened, "What?! That's terrible! I think I know where she might be though, give me a few minutes." he turned to Pyrrha, "Sorry Pyrrha, I have to go, we'll talk later!"

Jaune dashed down the hall towards the entrance as Pyrrha sighed dejectedly.


Yang was still hunched against the tree when she woke up, she also still didn't feel like getting up. She sighed and made to get up when she heard someone stumble into the area after tripping on a root, and letting out a startled yelp.

The only one person would still trip on that and be instinctively surprised about it.

Yang lips curled into a smile she could help but giggle as the blonde knight dusted himself off, a sour expression on his face.

"Stupid shrub, the next time I am coming here I am going to bring a weed whacker..." He muttered.

He glanced around the area and sagged with relief when he saw her. He shook his head and jogged over to her. Yang stretched out and shivered slightly when she realized just how cold she felt. Jaune noticed her slight shiver and shrugged out of his black hoodie, draping it around her shoulders. He kneeled down next to her and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Yang, why did you have your scroll off? Don't you know how worried everyone was? I was talking with Pyrrha when Ruby comes up and says you're missing. I thought you might be here to calm down, so I sprinted over here, then I see you all hunched-up under this tree and-" Jaune's rant was cut short as he saw the tell-tale signs of tears on Yang's face.

He instantly shifted from concerned to comforting, sitting next to Yang, positioning his black hoodie more snugly around her shoulders, and rubbing small circles onto her back. Yang leaned into him, laying her head on his shoulder. They both sat in silence, letting the nighttime's moonlight slowly paint the world in gleaming silver. Yang glanced at Jaune every now and then, observing his steady deep breaths, the way his hair turned into a pale white under the glint of the moon, the flecks of the silver moonlight that danced in his irises as he would blink. There was no worry in his features, just gentle patience that signaled that he would be ready to talk when she was.

She sighed and looked away, it was almost unfair.

"You want to talk about it?" He asked gently, knowing it was getting a bit late.

Yang sat silent for a moment and finally took a deep breath, "Do you know about how girls get jealous Jaune?"

Jaune blinked, caught off guard, "Can't say I do...I am a guy, and well all I know about women come from what my mom and dad told me. When it comes to jealous, my mom told me it makes girls or women...ugly, I didn't really get what she meant."

Yang giggled, she could imagine a younger Jaune, his head tilted to his side as a faceless women with blond hair explained a women's jealous rage to him.

Jaune tuned to her, "You jealous of someone?"

Yang nodded minutely, "Yeah..."

"Why?"

Yang made no move to respond, but instead asked another question, "Jaune, why are you so nice to me?"

Jaune looked at her confused, "Because you're my teacher, a person I care for, one of my best friends, Yang. You don't know how much you mean to me, you taught me so much and were willing to keep going, despite how inept I was. I would protect you even if it cost me my life. I am nice to you because I know you would be nice to me and I um...care for you."

Yang suddenly felt weighted down with guilt, she had put him through harsh training in the beginning, thinking he would quit, wanting him to quit. Instead, he was here, comforting her and telling her she would be like that. A kind person. That he cared for her.

"No I wouldn't."

Jaune looked at her and chuckled, "Yeah you wou-"

Yang turned more fully to him, grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt, and pressed him down against the ground, she didn't know why she was so frustrated, but she needed him to know, "No I wouldn't! I wanted you to give up in the beginning of the training! I wanted to see you lay on the ground too exhausted to do anything and whine about easing up! I wanted to hurt you!" A slightly hysterical note entered Yang's voice.

Jaune fell silent, a blank thoughtful look on his face, not mad, simply blank and thoughtful.

Yang began to shake him and try to get him to understand, "Well? Aren't I terrible? I wanted you to lose, dammit! I didn't know you would keep going no matter how hard it got! I didn't know you trusted me so completely! How can you say that I-"

"I don't care."

"...What?" Yang whispered in disbelief.

"I don't care. I don't care even if that is the truth." A certain fire had entered Jaune's eyes, "You are precious to me now, and that's all that matters. Maybe if I had known beforehand you didn't intend to seriously train me at first I would have been mad, but you did train me seriously, and I am stronger. I don't care if you said you hated me and only just began to respect me, I care about you."

"Why?"

Jaune laughed, "Do we really need to run this loop again? You. Are. Important. To. Me."

Yang felt lightheaded. He was so infuriatingly simple, his thoughts were always so easy to him. It wasn't fair, he can't just forgive her! No one could forgive that with just the drop of the hat! What if he just wanted to get away from her so that-

Jaune touched her cheek gently, breaking her out of her self-loathing, "Oi, Yang? Can we get up? The ground is kinda cold."

She gazed at him and her eyes met his. His touch sent lightning racing through her, sizzling through every nerve of her body. Jaune's ocean-colored eyes seemed to lock with Yang's lilac orbs perfectly. Something passed between them in that moment and Yang found herself unable to tear her gaze away from the unsuspecting blonde knight she had fallen for.

Yang couldn't help it, she needed to, and she wouldn't get a better chance.

Before Jaune could register the action, Yang pulled him half up and kissed him as hard as she could, straight on the mouth.