Chapter 7

Christmas eve was upon them and all was well with the world. The children were all happy playing in the living room. Jaune and Yang were on the loveseat telling each other puns. Nora and Ren were in the kitchen working on pancakes. Luke and Pyrrha were reading to Martin. Ruby was also in the kitchen trying to get cookies from one of Jaune's sisters and Blake was ready in the corner reading with another one of the Arc sisters. This left Jorge with only one question. Where the hell was Weiss? She had been spending the past few days pretty much attached to Ruby and Blake. So why was she not with either of them now, and where was she. Jorge needed to find out and choose to start with team RWBY's room.

Upon walking into the room he saw Weiss over by he bed and she was… packing her suitcase. " Weiss," Jorge said slowly walking across the room to get a better look at the teen. When he got closer he saw that her face was all red and her eyes were extremely bloodshot." Weiss, what's the matter?"

She looked up at him from her suitcase and with tears still in her eyes said " I leaving, my father is sending someone to collect me. He needs me to sing at a party."

Jorge sat down on the bed next to her and spoke to her while subtle looking into her mind with his semblance.( It was actually the force but he didn't want to explain all of that to everyone who asked so he simply said it was his semblance.) he asked her "Weiss, do you want to go home?" he watched as she shook her head to indicate a yes. Her head was saying yes but he could sense deep in her mind she wanted to say was saying that she wanted to go for a different reason. Was it love of her family?. No he sensed no love from the thoughts of her family. He only sensed pain, pain and… fear. She was afraid of her father. That monster was using fear to keep his daughter obedient. Jorge knew there was a time and a place for children to fear their parents. But that was when the child had no respect for others. And while Weiss wasn't always the most tactful of individuals she was respectful enough that she should feel fear at the very thought of her father. " No" Jorge said to her with a definite tone of finality to his voice.

"What?" she asked not understanding the situation at hand. " what do you mean no?"

" I mean that you are staying here and that is final. And Weiss. You will never have to be afraid of your father again. I promise you that" he watched her eyes widen in shock as she began to wonder how he had known why she was actually going. But it didn't matter. Her father always got his way. He always had and he always will. She went back to packing only to have the suitcase unceremoniously dumped on her bed and then her suitcase was stuffed back under her bed. " I said you were staying and before you start to complain about how your father will make you come back he can't I have direct authority from the headmasters of three of the four combat schools to keep you here. You father has no authority here and will never have authority here now go and be merry. I have a phone call to make."

Reluctantly she made her way to the living room where she sat down with Blake and began to read her own book. They had grown exceptionally close during this break. And it wasn't Just because Jorge was helping them stop being miserable

…

Weiss had been reading with Blake and attempting to ignore the terror in her gut that was emanating from the thought of what her father would do to her when he found out what was happening. She was stirred from her book when she heard a knock at the door and when she looked out the window she felt her breath turn to iron and her soul fall into a bottomless pit of negative emotions. Her father was at the door. Who ever Jorge called it wasn't enough. She wa about to go to her room to get her things when Jorge told her to sit with Isabao and went out onto the front porch to confront her father.

"Jacques, I was very clear about one thing when we spoke." Jacques Schnee attempted to cut Jorge off by opening his mouth in order to speak but when he endeavored to explain that Weiss was going where he said she was going was he found his mouth incapable of speech. Jorge continued as though it was unnoticeable that Jacques was trying to speak but couldn't." You're going to turn around and leave my land, oh, by the way you are trespassing on the territory of the Telmarkian empire. We are a recognized nation by the kingdoms of Vale,Vacuo ATLAS, and Mistral. Romerean and I were given the land 30 years ago after doing a massive favor for Ozpin. We were only recognized in a unannounced level by Atlas about 9 years ago. You were at the meeting but didn't seem to be paying any attention. Mistral just sent us some paperwork and an extradition treated, Vacuo too. So yeah. You are invading my land and I CAN KILL you right here and now. That is both literally and legally kill mind you. So you are going to go home and pout to Klein about this [ for however long he stays after he learns Weiss won't be returning ]. Oh, and before you try going to James and complaining about this. I will tell him you have been beating your children and the file a form for your extradition on charges of trespassing, in case you are wondering there is no statute of limitations on that and the sentence and very up to interpretations."

Weiss was speechless. For the first time in her life she saw her father back down. He at first looked furious until Jorge whispered something in his ears and his face changed to one of fear and pain. She saw him quickly begin running away in the direction he had come. He was making a bee-line for the bullhead that no doubt brought him here. She turned her attention back to the doorway were Jorge was again standing.

Jorge wasn't certain what he had done that brought this upon himself but the moment the door closed he was set upon by a small white haired mass who latched onto his chest and began to water his shirt with her tears. Looking to Isabao he gave her a confused look to which Isabao merely nodded solemnly that seemed to explain to Jorge what was going on. He slowly began to run his hand along the top of her head and rubbing the back of her shoulders.

"Who was that?" Jaune asked a look of confused concern adorning his face.

"That was Jacques Schnee, my father" Weiss said in between sobs.

Instantly Jaune was on his feet and began to search for his revolvers. After he spent a minute unsuccessfully searching he looked to Jorge and said." where are they?"

"They are where I left them, you have no need of them here. But out of curiosity why do you want them?"

Jaune's eyes took on a terrifying hardness as he spoke "Jacques Schnee and I have unfinished business that I must attend to."

He went to head for the door when he heard Yang cry out in pain. Once he registered the sound for what it was he spun to face her at a speed that Jorge had only seen once before. Jaune dashed across the room and began to check her for injuries. After he had searched over much to her embarrassment he turned his attention back to the door the anger however had long since left his eyes. It was replaced by a cold acceptance of reality. Jacques was gone and he wasn't getting that talk. He sat back down and allowed Yang to wrap her arms around him once more.

…

"Jaune." Yang said softly speaking into his ear with a voice that no boy had yet to refuse " I want another rematch"

"No" the response from Jaune absolutely shocked her she has never had that happen. No boy told her no. this would clearly call for heavier fire power. She casually reached down and unbutton another button of her shirt. She was hoping the extra skin would be enough to push him over the edge

"Jauney" she said " I REALLY want to have another rematch"

"I said no" Yang was at a loss for words. She couldn't unbutton her shirt anymore or it would be too far. What could she do. She tried to lean in to give him a more revealing view and tried to press his arm between her breasts. This was the last thing that she had up her sleeve if he didn't notice this then he was hopeless.

"Jaune " she said. Trying very hard to draw his attention. She felt a surge of hope as he looked at her. This would be her end game. The moment that he looked at her his teenage mentality would take over and he would be putty in her hands.

"YANG" he almost yelled " I said no, not after the stunt you just pulled. I might actually try to hit you!" the way he spoke his words made her believe that he meant them. This was however insignificant to Yang as she was watching his eyes. And was annoyed when they maintained contact with her own. They didn't even glance passingly at her upper body. And it annoyed her. To no end. Was she just not pretty enough for him to care. Did he not find her attractive. There are many boys who would be very envious of him if they saw him now. And he wouldn't be one of them.

"I think that a team wide tournament would be a grand idea." Isabao said looking to Jaune who could only respond with a look of betrayal. " and before you even think about arguing this is my house and in this house my word is law" this caused Jorge to snicker to himself as he was one of the very few who knew how true Isabao's words really were.

"Fine" Jaune said as he once again angrily stood and made his way to the training room door. " RWBY will pick a champion and so will PLNR and they will fight and whoever wins, wins."

"I think you are forgetting someone Son" Isabao added while pointing at him. " the two teams will pick a champion and they will fight . and the winner will fight you" there was a grumble of annoyance from Jaune as he seemed to consent and then descended down into the basement.

…

The fighting had proceeded as Jorge figured it would. Team RWBY sent yang and PLNR sent Luke. they fought for a time before yang seemed to completely bypass Luke's guard and landed several very strong hooks and an uppercut that sent the Warrior to the floor. Instantly Pyrrha was upon him helping him to his feet and glaring death at Yang. Yang looked into Luke's eyes which moments ago showed weakness and now only told her one thing [ you just got played ]. She wa confused at first until she day the way that Pyrrha was fussing over Luke and then it clicked in her head that Luke didn't want to win. He wanted her to beat the tar out of him so that Pyrrha would pick up the pieces. Turning she saw Jaune standing on the other end of the mat where the sensei would stand. He had decided that he would stand here as he was the leader of both teams.

" Are you ready Yang?" he said as he assumed his usual bladed southpaw stance.

Yang gave a light chuckle and assumed her own orthodox boxing stance. She choose to lead with a simple combo. Right jab, left cross, right hook. When she threw it she was blocked on the jab and the cross but countered on the hook. Jaune dived into her lead leg catching it when it was turned for the hook and pulled her down by leaning back while he still held her leg.

Meanwhile Jorge and Isabao were watching the fight with great interest. Jorge had just told Isabao that he trained Jaune in several hand to hand arts and made certain that Jaune didn't know that he was skilled in them. When she asked him for the styles he taught he gave he a list of a few of them. " Teras Kasi, Stava,Sambo, Muay Thai, Judo, Ju-Jitsu, Krav maga, and Kaldraky gachakt-ket-sudan-qual. (Ga-chak Ket Sudan Ku-wall). As a result this fight will end very, very quickly." as Jorge had spoken Jaune was throwing Yang by her leg and passing her guard into full mount. At this Jorge laughed saying " this will either end in four second or it will be hysterical to watch Jaune squirm." when faced with Isabao's confused face he explain that Jaune would either win by submission now, or he would try to move into high mount. Upon again recovering a confused look from Isabao Jorge continued. "If he goes for high mount he needs to straddle his opponents upper chest, which in her case he might not be able to do. And if he can then we get to watch the two of them realise how embarrassing of a position that is."

Almost as though on que Jaune quickly scrambled up the front of his opponent in an attempt to get to high mount. When he reached a high mount position all of his hormones hit his brain at once and he was suddenly thinking of many things, the fight wasn't one of them. At least Yang too seemed to be in the same predicament after they stayed there for a moment Jaune realised the very real threat of a physiological reaction to his current body placement and with a face that could only be described as sheepish slow shifted back to full mount and after a second of awkward silence filled the room Yang chose to strike with a strong right jab. Jaune caught the jab in his right hand and pulled it across Yang's body turning her in her side and taking away any kind of defense that she may have once had. Now she was exposed to what would have been a fight ending elbow strike. Jaune raised his elbow and stretched his whole body up in order to get all the power he could into the strike. When he was at the apex of his rise he paused. And the only people who would truly know why where Jaune and Jorge.

Jorge watched as the fight proceeded as he foretold it would. And then came the part that he didn't expect. Jaune was about to throw a fight ending elbow strike square on Yang's jaw but now that he was in place to do so he had frozen. Jorge fought a laugh while he slowly began to sing just loud enough for Isabao to see " they don't see what's happening. and they don't have a clue" stopping once he knew Isabao had heard him he smiled at her. She knew the rest of the song and knew it was true. They quickly ushered everyone out of the training room while Yang and Jaune were both frozen by the awkward staring contest they were having. They didn't even notice when Isabao locked the door from the outside and thus locked them into the training room.

"Isabao, why did you do that?" she turned to face Jorge who was the only one who noticed that she had just locked the two teens in the basement.

"Well Jorge, they are both smart people and well." she took a moment to put Martin down and tell him to go to daddy. When he did she turned back to Jorge with a face that screamed frustration " I just want another grand-baby and right now those two are my best chance so if I have to lock them in the basement then so be it".

Jorge fought the laugh that wanted to tear through him as he began to usher all of the children back to their rooms to go to bed say that " Santa won't come if you are awake." this led to a cascade of children running up the stairs and into bedrooms. As Jorge headed to the room where he slept he had but one thought. [ tomorrow is going to be fun ].