Yang was pretty taken aback at her boyfriend's penchant.

Not that it was bad.

Because if anything it was incredibly cute.

At times incredibly amazing.

At times, despairingly heart wrenching.

But always beautiful.


When Yang finds the small sketchbook that is in Jaune's desk she immediately thinks of all the good blackmail she can get off it.

Hey he may be her boyfriend, but blackmail is always needed.

She didn't consider that it was something close to a diary of his most private moments and thoughts.

So she is at a loss when she opens the sketchbook and see a drawing of his family.

His family was always a bit of a prickly subject to her. Especially after he told her about entering Beacon. She had been shocked and angry, but he never defended himself, taking the brunt of her verbal lashing with his head down. When she had calmed down and thought it over she had asked him why, he explained about all the pressure to be a hunter, and although she didn't like it, she accepted that it was over and done with.

Plus if he wasn't such a cheat, he would've never met her...

He began to talk about his family after that, though it was slow going at the moment.

The drawing itself is crude at best, childish hands with no real dexterity draw rough lines that white expanse. seven stick figures with varying blond hair were running around while two taller sticks - one with longer blonde strings for hair and one with closer cropped darker blond stubble for his mane -watch. Judging by the odd curved lines about two-thirds down the circle that is their heads, they are giggles as they're are two arrows and the labels of Mom and Dad scribbled in barely legible letters.

Childish drawings of abstract items covered the next few pages, but Yang could see the budding skill.

The next one is much more detailed but also, a lot less happy. It's a hand stretching out towards the gate of a building and looking like he wants to go inside. The gate had just slammed shut in front of him judging by the small puffs of dirt around the ground. His view is down and staring at a piece of paper in his hand, which says reject. The building inexplicably reminds her of Signal, and she instantly realizes that it was the hunter school he wanted to enter but wasn't given a chance. Above the sketch the word 'rejection' is scratched into the sketch in thick jagged lines, she can almost feel his frustration and grief. Yang runs her fingers over the blotches of distorted lines from where his tears fell.

Suddenly she feels dirty and she closes the book, she really shouldn't bee leafing through this like it wasn't important to Jaune, it was, and even more so it was a bad invasion of his privacy.

She closed the sketchbook with a soft pat and slides it back into the drawer. She gets up and walks out of Team JNPR's room, she needed a shower.


Yang wasn't sure when her curiosity to see what was in the sketchbook overpowered her care for a person's (especially her boyfriend's privacy), but it did. So when Team JNPR was out again, she walked in and cracked it open to the next drawing. It was a picture of Jaune's dad. And Yang almost burst out laughing at his dad's position. He was sprawled out over a couch, one hand over his eyes while the other rested under his shirt scratching his shirt. One of his legs was perched over the armrest of the couch while his other leg was placed firmly on the ground. His hair was messy and he was drooling slightly and a pillow lay over his chest, looking slightly rumpled as though just hugged. Jaune slept in a messy way exactly like that, having a habit to hug the nearest item. Jaune had a lot of talent given by the accurate clothing folds and shading, and she wishes he had told her.

She flips to the next page and there is a picture of a beautiful women with an apron, apparently tasting something she made from a steaming pot. Her long blond hair was tied gracefully up into a bun with a few strands loose and hanging down her neck. She is wearing a ribbed sweater and a simple flowery skirt. She looks a bit like Jaune, soft features and compassionate eyes, a small smile as she sips daintily from the small saucer in her hand. With a small jolt, Yang realizes this is her mother. A gentle smile on her features, Yang flips to the next page.

It shows both of his parents, sitting on the couch where his father was sleeping. His mother has her head tucked into his father's neck while his father rests his chin on her head. They seem to be perfectly molded together, like the perfectly fit puzzle pieces. Both of them are smiling softly and have their eyes closed. Jaune's father's arm is circled around his mother's back while his other hand is twined with his mother's who's other hand is resting in her lap. Below the image the words, "keeping love alive" are scribbled down.

The next one if from a first person point of view.

In what she assumes to be Jaune's hands is a rabbit with a cut on its leg and a bruised and beaten look by its scruffy hair and closed eyes. Yang looks at the sketch with a uneasy feel at the sight of its accurate wounds.

She flips the page.

The net one is the same rabbit with bandages wrapped around its previous wounds. From first person point of view, Jaune is poking it's nose lightly, and the rabbit is sniffing his hand. She grinned as she imagines him as a young boy, playing with a pet rabbit.

She begins to flip through the pages, the sketches progressively getting more detailed, to the point to where they are photo-like in quality, years of observing and watching his family. Mother. Father. Sisters. Animals. Landscapes. She stopped and saw a sketch of a Deathstalker, glaring and hissing from a first person point of view. Foamy poison dripped down from it's mouth and mandibles to form sizzling puddles on the ground. Yang knew that was from his initiation at Beacon. She shivered as she realized he was fighting something that could have killed him. She shivered at the thought of him dying and he wouldn't have been able to grow close and love her and -

She closed the book with a swift snap.

She didn't want to think about it right now.


Teams JNPR and RWBY were sitting with each other at the lunch tables when Yang thought of something.

"Who here has a special talent?!"

Everybody turned to look at her.

"What?" Yang asked.

"A talent? What do you mean?" Weiss inquired.

"I dunno, like singing or drawing," Yang asked, biting down on some of her pasta, "stuff that you do really well that's extracurricular, artsy stuff. You know, things you are naturally good at."

"Extracurricular? I didn't think you knew that word." Weiss snickered.

"Hey!"

"Does being able to be awesome by default count?" Jaune asked.

"Sadly, no." Yang replied, "Sorry Vomit Boy."

Jaune rolled his eyes before beginning a speech, "Well, Weiss can sing like a chorus of angels, Ruby has an eye for weapon design, Blake seems to have an instinctive radar on good literature, You have a talent for fire and power as well as their mix, Ren can stay calm through almost anything, Nora can make anything... exciting, Pyrrha is great at teaching... and that's about all I can think off of the top of my head."

"What about you Jaune?" Pyrrha asked, "You surely have something you excel at."

Jaune laughed before pouting exaggeratedly, "Sadly no, I am the mundane mortal of the group."

Yang frowned, "Can't you dance really well?"

'and draw for that matter?' she added mentally.

Jaune looked thoughtful, "Well yeah, but I am not super talented at it, anyone can dance, I just picked it up thanks to my seven sisters."

"So can you draw or do some other stuff?" Yang pressed.

Jaune blinked before shaking his head, "Mm... nope, I never really had the talent for artsy stuff."

Everybody except Yang accepted that as truth.


The next time Yang opened Jaune's sketchbook, she delicately skipped over the page with a Deathstalker glaring and moved onto the next one.

It was an incredibly domestic scene.

Pyrrha and Weiss were talking at the dinner table and Ren was smiling indulgently at Nora. Yang was picking at Ruby's plate with a playful smile while Ruby was batting her hands away with a slightly whiney expression. Blake had her book facedown on the desk and was sighing at Yang's antics. Yang giggled as she remembered the scene. It was just after sparring and they had gotten very good comments on their file.

The next page was a picture of Pyrrha sleeping at the desk, and Yang felt a small twinge of jealousy that rose up. Pyrrha red hair was fanning out over the desk like liquid fire and Jaune had artfully captured the peaceful scene. The next few sketches were varied. Drawings of Ruby and Nora running around in the forge while trying to create a new weapon. Ren and Blake quietly reading in the library as Yang read a magazine, feet kicked up on the table. Sun and Neptune wrestling with each other over the last sweet at the lunch line while Weiss had stolen it while they were brawling. Everybody laughing as Nora had balanced a stack of cutlery on her fingers.

When she flipped the page right after Yang almost gasped.

She was drawn in a white robe, two expanding wings of orange and yellow fire stretching from her back. Her hair was wild and whipping around her face as a surprisingly gentle smile grace Yang's face. Her robe was flowing and elegant like a angelic light, more like a art-like statue, her arms covered her as she was cupping a small ball of fire close to her face.

'My angel' was scribbled at the bottom.

"You know, you could have asked." A voice intruded upon her amazement.

Yang jolted and snapped the book shut before hidding the sketchbook behind her back, "Jaune?"

Oh crap, she had screwed up. He was probably furious with her.

He was leaning against the wall, "I knew you had been leafing through my book Yang. You never would have brought up talents at lunch otherwise. I also noticed it was never exactly as I left it."

Yang looked down, "I'm sorry, it's just... I saw the first few sketches, I couldn't stop looking, they were just so..."

Jaune walked up and placed a kiss on her hair, "I don't mind, well maybe a little. But you are my Sunfire, so I can't really be too mad at you for finding this and being interested. Well what do you think about my sketches?"

Yang blinked, "But I -"

Jaune shook his head, "It's okay Sunfire, I'm not mad, well?"

She ran her hand over the cover the sketchbook, she smiled, "They're amazing."

Jaune opened the book and his eyes seemed a bit distant, "They're pretty old."

"I think they are beautiful." She said, "Why didn't you tell the truth when I asked?"

Jaune smirked, "Like everything else, it was a skill I cultivated," he gestured at his stick figures, "I practiced a lot. I wasn't 'naturally' good at it."

Yang rolled her eyes, "That's a stupid loophole."

"Still a loophole." He chuckled, "But anyway, you want to go over my sketches with me, I haven't looked over some of the older ones in a while."

Yang grinned, "Yeah! But you have to draw something for me."

Jaune blinked, "What?"

She grinned, "I want one of your face, in all the sketches I saw, you never drew yourself. So, I want you to draw yourself."

Jaune blushed, "I can't draw myself all that well..."

Yang led him to the desk, "Well, practice then."


Personally This chapter wasn't my favorite, but wouldn't leave my head.