I have an exam tomorrow. Small matters.
I have re-read this story quite a bit and I will try to tone down some of the cringiness. More than that and I will make Jounn sounded like a sex maniac in another faunus beastiality braindead smut.
And to those who are wondering, he looks like Bjorn I guess. Whatever it's up to you. Also, enjoy the adventure of my tactless boi.
-oOo-
After carefully brushing off some defiant strands of her hair, Weiss observed her own reflection on the mirror and allowed herself to let out a pleased smile. Perfect as always her appearance was. Even with the numerous issues she had to face yesterday, Weiss was certainly still capable of looking like she was at her best.
With the clacking of her heels fillling the silence, she enjoyed the more peaceful atmoshpere of Beacon's empty hallway. After the headaches that was yesterday, she rather needed this very much.
Though, she reminded herself that she will only have to deal with these simpletons for a few days at worse. Surely such a tiring experience won't be a daily occurrence in Beacon's prestigious ground, right?
Another benefit of waking far earlier than everyone else is that she could enjoy her breakfast in peace and silence. Weiss can't imagine what breakfast would be like with all of these children running aroun-
"Pyrrha Nikos?"
The moment her eyes were greeted by a pool of green, she realized that she just blurted out without any thoughts or whatsoever.
"Yes?"
"Forgive me, I'm just surprised to see you here." The result of Wiess' extensive education suddenly kicking in, saving her first impression on the famed Goddess of Victory, "My name is Weiss Schnee and it is my pleasure to finally meet you in person."
A polite smile crossed Pyrrha's face, "Oh, please just call me Pyrrha, I don't really mind."
"If that's the case, then please just call me Weiss too." Weiss says before taking place on the redhead's side, "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see you up this early."
Well, of all things she expected from coming to this place, seeing Pyrrha armed to the teeth early in the morning with food tray in hand should have been on the list. The redhead was a glorious champion of Mistralian famous arena after all. Who was she to doubt that?
"Oh, that's the funny thing." Says Pyrrha, with a weary, "I'm actually not an early riser, but well.. today is kind of big day so I had to."
"And you should be thankful to me, my friend." Colour suddenly drained from Pyrrha's face, "Because you would still be sleeping like a boar right now, Pyrrha."
A muscular arm suddenly came from behind the redhead's back, taking claim on Pyrrha's shoulders before a figure emerged from behind her. Weiss soon found herself staring into a deep sea of blue.
"J-Jounn." The flustered look on Pyrrha's face was the one that snapped her out of her trance. "How could you find me?"
"I may knows nothing about this place, but you. I know a lot about you." And the moment he uttered those words, Weiss could practically see the gears in Pyrrha's head grind to a halt. "Your scent, it's very good. It has a tint of earthly fragrant, but also very sweet. And my nose recognize it from miles away. It was carved into my head after all."
The flatters seems to be effective on getting Pyrrha back to reality. Her head began to drop slightly, trying to cover her burning face with her equally red hair while eyes roamed across the floor, refusing to look up and met the mischievous gaze of the stranger.
But the embarrassed look was accompanied with a shaky smile and cute frown, as if she both hated and liked this attention she was getting from her companion.
Who is this guy anyway? He suddenly intruded into their talk so casually before grabbing Pyrrha in the way a close friend or even lover would.
The Goddess of Victory, befriending someone who dressed and appeared in such a scandalous and barabaric way? Let alone anyone else, she was already having a hard time to believe it.
Yet, for some reason unknown, she found no will nor strength to question this man.
"But still, how could you leave me, Pyrrha. I thought we are a friend?"
If one would look at them without knowing any context (not like she knows in the first place), Weiss was sure that they would assume that this man was bullying Pyrrha by how he towered over her while poking playfully at her cheek.
The fact that Pyrrha looked like she was actually getting intimidated with how small she tried to make herself look won't help easing the possible misunderstanding in the slightest.
As if on cue, the adorably pitiful look on Pyrrha's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a challenging glare the moment after she took a deep breath.
"I-I don't remember anyone ever agreeing to be your friend. It's just you who claimed it to be!" And now the little spark has burned ablaze, Pyrrha confronted the man's wicked smirk with her own cocky smile, "And asking for someone to help you with your bath isn't the same as befriending them!"
...
Helping with b-bath..?
"Ehhh, don't be so callous, Pyrrha. Would you really laugh and ignore a blind man in need of help?"
"Of course not."
"Then you're a liar, my friend."
"Says the blind animal who hides in sheep's skin."
"Ah, there's where you got it wrong. I'm a wolf, yes, but I didn't hide it."
Somehow, the little fight these two had have turned from a one-sided massacre to a battle on... slightly equal ground. They even looked like an old married couple, holding each other close while idly watching late night movie and having a little feisty argument that starting to heat up as they continued.
The man's piercing gaze that made Weiss almost try to run away out of primal instinct stared into the woman who glared at him with defiant zeal but without a shortage amount of redness.
A wolfish grin against challenging smirk.
Blue against green.
Beast against beauty.
Brute force against flowing finesse.
The winner was clear for her to see, even anyone who does not know anything would bet on the man than the Goddess of Victory. Yet, it was still a fascinating sight to see.
"And who is this? Your friend?"
Sadly, Weiss' peace won't last for long. While it was true that she despised the feels of being ignored and looked down, Weiss was still a human being with a sense of self-preservation and now she understood why some people prefers to be ignored, especially by this kind of people.
"O-oh, I forgot about her um..." At least Pyrrha had the audacity to look ashamed before trying to separate herself from the man, "Jounn, this is Weiss Schnee, my new acquaintance. Weiss, this is Jounn Aerikson and he's my... sworn enemy."
"P-pleasure to meet you, my name is Weiss Schnee." But she was not the heiress of Schnee Dust Company for nothing. Collecting her nerves together was a small task compared to what she had to face on daily basis at Atlas.
"Jounn Aerikson, a friend of my friend is also my friend too. Don't be so scared." The way he shook her hand was rather too vigorous for her liking.
And usually, hearing such a disrespectful comment with a arrogant smirk accompanying it would make Weiss' blood boils and lashes out with her tongue. But for once in her life, she wisely decided to shut up.
"But well, since you have graced me with handshake, let me give you a proper gesture in my people way in exchange."
Before she know it, Weiss found herself being enveloped by something soft but firmly strong. She doesn't really understand what exactly is this, but the warmth made her head kinda fuzzy.
However, all of this pleasant sensations, the comfort and drowsiness it caused, disappeared and washed away in an instance as a large hand gained a powerful hold on the back of her hand.
Without a warning or whatsoever, she felt a lips brushed against her cheeks before it kisses her forehead so fondly it shook Weiss to her very core.
Such bizarre experience didn't last for though and the moment that warmth left her, Weiss returned back to the land of living with something missing from her heart. Was it the prickly and tingly sensation of a rugged facial hair? She wondered.
No, it wasn't.
As a realization struck her mind with the reality of her situation, of the fact that the man she had just acquainted a mere moment ago has given her a bear hug and kisses, her cheeks began to warm up and her chest began to swell with a complicated feelings.
But she noted that it was far too different than the warmth she felt from before. This one was just... mortifying than the last one. The warmness that she felt from his tender touches...
It filled a hole that she never know existed in heart. It made her yearn for something that never existed in her life. And like a clueless child that she was, she want to feel it again, to relish and experience it again.
Somewhere from her peripheral vision, Weiss can see a hollow stare of a shocked woman stared directly into her soul. It was completely ignored though for she was still swimming deep in her memory, searching for the same comforting heat that filled her a moment ago.
"What the fuck is that?"
"That's, my friend, the equivalent of handshake back in my home."
"Bullshit, you didn't do that to me."
"Oh, are you jealous, Pyrrha?"
"T-that's not what I meant!"
"Ah, don't be shy. Just say it to me if you want it."
"Shut up! I don't wish to hear your nonsense anymore!"
The borderline flirting banter has returned, but it was nothing but a background noises to Weiss. Her mind was still deep in the gutter after all.
At least until she was called with a new nickname(?).
"Want to join us break the fast, Snow?"
And Weiss quite liked it.
-oOo-
Blake had made numerous mistakes and foolish decisions in her life just because she was too cowardly to face her own situation. Some are still haunting her to this very day. And ironically, most of those decisions were also the cause of her seemingly endless problems.
Entering Beacon might be one of them, she would admit that. Honestly, it's very stupid for her to even think about fooling the Academy's staffs with a meager forgery she bought with the last penny she had from her White Fang journey.
Not to mention, the fact that she was basically terrorist on the loose, active or not, surely wouldn't went past the cryptic and mysterious headmaster.
The night she slept with the other initiates, Blake kept one of her eyes open for the entirety of the night. And even then, she had went through several precaution and a little snooping in case she needed a quick escape in the future.
But going to Beacon actually wasn't as bad as she initially thought. Sure there was some little bumps in here and there, but over all, it has been quite a smooth sailing for her.
That is at least until...
"We will launch you all into the forest from here."
The little smile, the way his eyes closed slyly, the mischievous tone behind his voice. Now she understand why she didn't find herself being restrained and interrogated the moment she stepped into this place.
This man, the Headmaster, he was the type who do something bizarre for shits and giggles, regardless of what disaster it might cause.
"I WILL SKIN YOU ALIVE, YOU OLD CRAVEN BANDIT!"
She could hear one of her fellow poor initiate letting out a roar that shook her out of her surprise into the sky. By gods, her ears doesn't appreciate that.
Now how exactly is she going to land safely on the ground below? Honestly quite a task when you're flying out in the air at hundred kilometres per hour if you ask her.
Somehow, there are those with guns capable of producing enough energy to propel themselves and break the fall before the fall break their bones. How is that even possible, she had no idea?
She just hoped that her aura and feline physiology would be enough to-
"CURSE YOU TOO, PYRRHA!"
The same roar from before was now practically next to her ears as something hard crashes unto her. Blake would have cried in pain and lashes out at whoever bastard is that but the impact he had delivered to slow her down made her grateful enough to keep it herself.
Though, while she had her cat's flexibility to save herself from the uncontrollable mid-air spin, the person who crashed into her wasn't as lucky as her. And it was right before they came crashing down into the woods and solid ground.
Blake legs met a contact with a tree's surface and she continue to jump from one to another with acrobatic finesse to control the excessive force of her fall.
And at last, she finally return to the land blow away safely and only losing a bit portion of her Aura without any serious damage on her body.
The other person that fall alongside her though, not as lucky as her definitely.
Trail of destruction literally followed his wake as branches and wooden barks flew all over the place. Drawing her sword out, she began to took off to see how's the poor guy doing. Hopefully, he was still in good piece, because his falls looked... not really nice.
"AAAHHHHH!"
Another roar rang throughout the woods yet once again, but this time, Blake can't really blame him.
The giant log of Emerald Forest's tree that he knocked from his rough landing has fallen over him and will possibly crush him sooner or later.
Blake instantly leaped to help him but stopped midway as the ground beneath her shook the moment he slammed his feet and began to fucking lift the tree to her amazement.
With an angry growl, he threw the weight away and then turned around to face her. Blake froze.
Animalistic glare filled with fury pierced through her soul as their gaze meet. Blake's faunus instinct screamed at her to run, to stay as far away as possible from this monstrosity before he caught her and eat her alive.
Yet, she can barely even make her muscle twitch or contract. The killing intent and malice in those sharp blue eyes were just too intense even for her who had to deal with that in her terrorist's life.
Blake's stiffened up even further as he grabbed the hanging bearded axe from his back, but she unfortunately had no chance to take off before the axe came spinning toward her.
At the last moment before its dark blade chopped her neck clean, Blake found a newfound strength to will her muscle to move, to escape from the incoming death. She barely did it, some strands of her hair was cut off, but at least she can keep her head intact.
A squelch and pained groan suddenly came from behind her. And as soon as Blake saw a black abomination with an axe stuck deep on its shoulder, Blake finally understood the situation. So that's why the throw was a bit off...
Though, she turned her eyes to see what the man was doing only to find herself surprised by finding him dashing past her. How did he get here so fast?
The blond man then crouched low, before launching himself to the creature's face. For a large man, he surprisingly moves very fast. The Grimm doesn't even have a time to react as he began to mount it from the neck, hanging on its jagged bone spike for dear life.
The creature trashed around and tried to reach for him with its good left hand, but he blocked each of its swipe with the round large shield on his hand. After getting himself a good footing on its back, he reached for the axe on the Beowulf's shoulder.
The creature roared painfully as he forcefully yanked his axe out of its shoulder. The trashing become even more wildly but its attempt to save itself was meaningless as the axe has been raised up in the air.
The axe came slamming down into its head, and sickening crunch reaches her ears. Its skull was cracked open, certainly dead. The man jumped off from its back, bringing the remaining carcass of Grimm down and slam it into the ground before its slowly dissipate into the air.
The battle has ended with the barbaric and beastly man came out victorious. Though, Blake had no idea what she was supposed to do when the man spotted her presence with his piercing blue eyes.
"You..." He called, his voice an inhumane growl, "...partner?"
Blake blink in confusion. Wait, the initiation!
"Yeah..." Her time at White Fang had teaches her how to steel her emotion, but she still can't help but crack before this beast.
He approaches her slowly, with the fading head of his victim still stuck on his axe. "You're free to join me, but I intend to cool my anger down. Be careful."
Her clueless look on her face was a clear sign of her puzzlement, but then she caught familiar growls from all around her. That's it, she need to sharpen herself more.
"Wait, you're bleeding." She warned, looking at the blood that trickled down from his forehead. That's definitely not good if you ask her.
"'tis but a scratch."
"Wha-" Blake could only watch as he took off to fought the waves of Grimm after hanging his axe on his back and retracts his shield into his armguard.
What kind of madman had she landed with?