Well, the concept of "Spring Break" was lost on me this year, however I've decided to continue regardless. I'm just hoping this story continues to do well.

Updating with a smile on my tired-ass face.

Once again, I don't own anything that is already owned, so don't think that I do.

Also, Tokyo Island is just Japan, and is off the coast of Vacuo.

In this universe's map of Mistral, there are 9 regions.

Northwest = Dublin and Edinburgh (two halves representing Ireland and Scotland respectively), West = London (representing the many areas of England and other parts of the UK), Southwest = Paris (which is France, obviously), North = Scandinavia (AKA Norway, Sweden, Finland, Denmark, and the other parts), Central = Berlin (Germany obviously, also the technological center of Mistral), South = Rome (Italy and its lovely boot-y parts (hehe, boot-y)), Northeast = Moscow (the motherland Russia, obvs), East = Budapest, Bucharest, and Kiev (Hungary, Romania, and Ukraine), and finally, our lovely P-money's home, Southeast = Athens and Ankara (Greece and Turkey)

Now that that wall of text copied from google and pasted here is explained, let's get onto the chapter.

Chapter 2: An act of anger long stewed.

(Some time later)

Jaune groaned in both agony and relief.

After the awkward exchange, in which Jaune had assured Pyrrha that he had only been caught up in a previous stream of emotions and that it had been a spur of the moment thing.

After all, despite his improvements, there's no way Yang, the strongest and (only somewhat arguably) the most beautiful girl in all of Beacon would go after HIM, right?

Right?

No way. He was...

What was wrong with him again?

He'd grown faster, stronger, and a LOT tougher, his aura was leagues larger than most peoples', and whatever that power he'd used in the forest was, it had to be related to his semblance, right?

The knight focused on the feeling he had previously, the feeling of... he could only describe it as a righteous fury, at seeing his friend so badly hurt and about to die. He'd just... exploded.

The two explosions were different, he could feel that even in those chaotic moments and much more so when things had calmed down. The first was his righteous fury, the second was... a more benign form of fury.

It was weird, but... it was like he was raging against the fact that Yang would fall and possibly be extremely hurt, and his aura exploded again. Whatever these explosions were, they were draining, but apparently very powerful, as he was on his last few drops of aura, from what Pyrrha said.

He turned off the shower and stepped out, putting a towel around himself as he stretched his tired muscles, feeling an odd fatigue sit into him. He was hungry, that much was certain, and he felt like sleep would not come if he didn't fill his belly.

A flash of his restored aura dissipated the steam, another dried his body by absorbing the water into his aura, and yet another let him release a series of soft coughs, clearing his throat of some gunk that had been stuck into it by all the fire and smoke.

Finishing his cleanup and putting on just a spritz of cologne to further mask the scent of bloody death, he stepped out of the bathroom in just an orange t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. It was getting colder in Beacon, and he came from a normally rather warm region with typically mild winters, though there were always at least a few snow days during those months.

Getting his wits about him, he saw Pyrrha sitting up in bed reading a book, and he smiled, "Good evening~." he greeted in a mock fancy tone.

Pyrrha giggled a little, having let go of the incident as just that, an incident, and smiled at Jaune, "Good evening~." she greeted back in her own mock fancy tone, "Are you, perhaps, heading to bed?" she shifted her tone to a Paris region one.

"Oi, bloody well not." Jaune mimicked a cockney accent from the London region, "I'm hungry as a bloke can get." he chuckled, but even then his stomach growled, "Roight, off ta get a nibble, maybe a spot of tea." he chuckled a bit more, smiling at her, "I'll be back in a nip." he didn't even really know what he was actually saying, then again it was all for a bit of fun.

Grabbing two of the several secret bags he had in his space of the closet, he slung it over the shoulder, "See ya later, bird." he waved bye to her before leaving the room.

(Meanwhile, in the RWBY dorm)

Yang was having a similarly bad time. It had taken a lot to convince Ruby that she and Jaune weren't sharing an actual kiss, just a 'thanks for saving my life' kiss, like some of the girls in the stories do.

Bribery of a dozen of her favorite strawberry chocolate chip cookies was enough to convince the young rose to forget the incident ever happened.

And a bribery of another dozen convinced Ruby to help her poor, tired older sister to bathe away the smell of fiery death.

Yang was just happy that Weiss and Blake didn't get involved.

"I can't believe you actually did a frickin' limit break and made big beams of fire!" Ruby excitedly said as she rubbed shampoo throughout her sister's golden tresses. Only Ruby, their dad, and now secretly Jaune had ever been let into the 'Fully Allowed' circle of people who could touch her hair, unlike Uncle Qrow, who was in the 'I won't kill you for it' circle, which was self-explanatory. The guy sometimes forgot there was a limit to roughness that could be tolerated by either niece.

"Yeah... I couldn't really see much of it, though, and my eyesight's actually a bit weaker now... I might have to get a new prescription."

It was a well-kept secret of Yang's that she had poor eyesight. It had started from the first time her eyes had turned red with her rage-fueled semblance, something with the biology of the cells deteriorating her eyesight to make room for the functionality of colorization. It was unfair, but the trade-off was worth having to wear contacts (and sometimes glasses) for.

She held her hand at arm's length from her face, unable to see the small ripples of the folds of skin clearly, "Dammit, I DEFINITELY need a new prescription. At least my glasses will work for a while."

"Aw man, that's really bad, sis." Ruby pouted a bit, taking a few moments to wash her own hair. Yes the sisters were comfortable showering together, it was just part of their bond, "At least your glasses are cute." Ruby also tended to look on the bright side of things as well, even if the bright sight was rather flat.

"Wow, hehe, well my eyesight is shit, but at least I'll look cute in my glasses." the brawler giggled jokingly, "Ah well, it could be worse, I could be blind."

That immediately earned a hug from Ruby, whose arms wrapped around her stomach, "Nuuuuuuu~! Don't talk like that, Yang, your eyes are fine." the reaper didn't like to think about permanent injuries or disabilities like that, they made her feel icky.

Fairy-like giggles poured freer than the water of the shower, "Teeheehee, don't worry, Rubes, big sis is still fine and spotting all the haters." she grinned cheerfully.

The crimsonette smiled, "Alright. Now then, you should REALLY cut off the burnt part of your hair. I swear it's just getting soggy and gross. If your hair wasn't so strong, then I bet it'd have fallen off by now." Ruby stepped back away from the burnt part of the blonde waterfall.

Yang opened the shower door and looked at herself in the mostly clear mirror, the two having made sure the bathroom was well ventilated beforehand. She stared at her hair, "Damn... if it was more gradual, and was maybe, like, dye, then I actually probably wouldn't mind keeping the look."

This made her sister pause, "You think looking burnt out would be cool?"

"Eh, not burnt out, per se, but more... I dunno... just something about it seems cool, in a way. I'm not gonna go out of my way to dye my hair, though, I love being blonde, it's a lot more fun." she giggled playfully, "Anyways, you just about done back there?"

Ruby sighed and shook her head, "Not yet, I just need to wash your smelly back." she parted Yang's radiant curtain to either side, pushing both parts to the fronts of her shoulders as she scrubbed at the offending black substance still sticking to her sister's skin.

She scrubbed, and scrubbed, and scrubbed some more, until she realized that what she'd been scrubbing at wasn't a burn mark, but rather a mark of some other type.

It was emblazoned onto her sister's back in bright ivory, which stood out against her light tan. It looked to be a cruciform sword pointed upwards, a crescent moon around it, and a pair of wings floating to either side of the crescent. (A.N: imagine the symbol of the Jedi Order, and it's close to that)

"Wow, sis, cool tattoo. How did you get this without dad or uncle Qrow knowing?" as always, the reaper was looking on the bright side.

"Tattoo? I don't have a tattoo." the brawler replied confusedly.

Ruby hummed, "I'll show you after we get you cleaned up." she continued to scrub her sister's back, helping out where she was comfortable helping and where Yang was comfortable being helped. After a little while, they switched.

The two shared some small talk, mostly about what all happened while the two blondes were out cold (which she made sure to make a pun about, much to Ruby's dismay)

After a long while, they were finished and out of the shower, Ruby taking a few moments to snap the picture of the marking on Yang's back with her scroll, showing it to her, "You don't remember this?"

Yang shook her head as she dried her sister off, "Not at all, Rubes, but I'm sure its nothing to worry about. I mean, as far as mysterious markings go, I'm pretty sure this one is pretty far away from the 'scary and evil' variety." she giggled softly as she dried herself off briskly, then dressed herself in her normal orange tanktop and a pair of black drawstring shorts that covered more than her usual shorts, as well as had an added effect of showing off her glorious ass. She didn't really care much about the ass accenting, rather she was entirely focused on how the magnitude of how much blissfully better she felt now than when she woke up. She slipped the purple frames of her prescription glasses onto her ears and nose and found that her sight was made fairly better, enough to get by in most situations, but... "'Clearly' not a permanent fix." she joked a bit, smiling, "But yeah, I'm pretty sure white markings with swords and moons and angel wings usually aren't evil."

"Still you should get it looked at by someone who knows about spooky scary mystery markings." Ruby said insistently, putting on her normal pajamas as well, then quickly climbed back into bed, "Get some sleep, though."

The older sister yawned, and then her stomach imitated the noise rather angrily, "Ooh~... sorry, sis, but Yangy's gotta EAT." she giggled a little, then grabbed her secret kitchen bag before heading out the door, "I'll go raid the kitchen downstairs and stuffs, be back in a bit~." she waved to her beloved sister before heading out, blackened ends the last thing to leave.

(A minute or so later)

Yang was hopping the stairs nearly five at a time in her impatience to feed herself. She was not disappointed.

A savory smell entered her nostrils as she came down to the first floor, to the student lounge, and she grinned when she saw a familiar mop of blonde hair, "Hey, Player Boy, don't you know men don't know how to cook?" she joked with her most sarcastic tone, having learned everything she knew about cooking from her father.

Honestly, it described her uncle Qrow rather well. For a man who could cut his way the the fabled Valley of Death, he somehow was able to burn a pot of water.

Jaune turned around with a small smile, "I resent that, my dad knows how to cook... well, if you want macaroni and cheese, then he can cook macaroni and cheese for you all day long... he once did that while my mom was out on a little mission." he laughed as he turned around to continue his construction of a massive sandwich, "So uh... hey... you still haven't gotten rid of the burnt hair?" he looked back at her to confirm.

"No, not yet, haven't gotten much chance too. Even showering, my hair is so strong that the burnt parts clung to it even when wet." she sat her stuff down on the center island of the kitchen. It was encouraged that students try to at least supplement their combat skills and hunter knowledge with miscellaneous skills, so they could sustain themselves in more normal environments as well as on the battlefield. As such, the student lounge had a well-stocked kitchen.

"Damn, that's some impressive hair. Then again, it's already really impressive, just like its owner." the knight smiled as he grilled some meat to load onto the sandwich.

The brawler couldn't help but giggle, "Heehee, when did YOU get to be such a smooth-talker, Player Boy?"

"Probably about the time I earned that nickname, which by the way, please don't use that nickname, I don't want people to think I'm some kind of dishonest heartbreaker." he complained with a small sigh, "As for how, which I'm sure you're equally curious about... I don't know. I just felt more relaxed after not dying than I have... EVER! It's like a mysterious force eased my mind of all my normal worries." he ran his hands along the sides of his head, sighing happily.

Yang smiled a bit, happy to see a friend in a good mood, and began her own creation, which was a small pot of soup, enough to serve 2 people, but her lifestyle required the extra food to sustain herself.

In fact, she was sure the sandwich Jaune was making could feed three people, if cut up properly.

"Yeah, well I'm pretty relieved about not dying too, especially the part where I'm still alive." she giggled a little, adding ingredients to the pot, which added to the smells of the cooking sandwich fillings her fellow blonde was preparing.

"Oh ha ha, very funny." he slid the butterknife he held in one hand up into view, showing it was covered in strawberry jelly, which was part of just a simple PB&J sandwich he'd planned for having as dessert, "'Berry' funny indeed."

The busty girl laughed back, her stance relaxing as she moved slightly closer to her well-muscled companion, "Teeheehee, good one." she felt a peaceful calmness wash over her.

Joking chuckles filled the air, "Soup and sandwiches, y'know, we match SO much right now." he smiled at the ceiling while finishing a second PB&J sandwich with a smile, setting them off to the side.

"Hm? How do we match?" she asked in a soft voice, smiling calmly as she stirred and seasoned the soup, giving it a taste.

"Well... okay, stay with me here, let's see... we're both blonde, we're both wearing orange tops and black bottoms, we're making soup and sandwiches, which is like, a classic combination, and we both are really funny and smart and pretty and have cool-colored eyes." he smiled, "Of course, I'm pretty sure if it's a race to prettiness... sorry, Yang, buddy, but I win." he laughed at himself, feeling a creaking of his bones as Yang playfully punched him in the shoulder, his now far better balance keeping him well on his feet.

"You butthead, it's obvious that I'm a million times prettier than you." she said matter-of-factly, grinning ear to ear.

The knight hummed in contemplation, "Well... you managed to make the 'five feet away from fiery death' look work, so by virtue, I'm pretty sure you could make a duck suit look good."

"Why a duck suit?"

"Because I already make a bunny suit look good." Jaune said without a single thought for implications.

Yang, however, was rather keen to the connection, "You've... worn... a bunny suit?" she felt her face turn a faint green with disgust. Jaune was DEFINITELY not the type to try to pull THAT off.

"Well I mean, my onesie was bunny themed, and its technically a suit, so... bunny suit." he shrugged while starting to finish up the last few things.

The brawler breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the small wave of nausea fade, "Well... its more a bunny costume at that point, so just call it that, not a suit. A suit is for, like a dance or a formal ball or a business-y job." she explained with a small sigh, using her semblance carefully to speed up the cooking process with her flames.

"Oh, speaking of dance, that's coming up in a couple of weeks, so um... yeah." he blushed, looking away as he was reminded of the sheer beauty of the girl standing next to him.

He cursed himself for his weakness, but he felt justified in the fact that all of the girls around him seemed more fit to be in a supermodel academy than a hunter one.

Ruby had grown leaps and bounds, and he wasn't just talking about her skills, he hated to admit. It seemed the two sisters shared more in their genes than just a love for sweets, and the little rose was getting to be not so little anymore, especially in the chest region, not to mention her other assets, such as the slight sculpting she'd received from her training. She was still growing, that was for sure, and she had a ways to go, but she'd become a strong and beautiful young woman yet, he had confidence in his best friend.

Weiss was in a similar state, though he could have sworn she'd started Beacon at 5'2 in heels, now she probably stood over five feet barefooted as well. Her chest had grown a bit as well, no longer flat as a parking lot.

Blake and Yang had both started high on the looks scale and only got higher, the fact that they were partnered together only made their night-and-day comparison grow more apparent. Blake was cool while Yang was warm. Yang's beauty was bright and happy, while Blake's was more calm and reserved. Blake had maturity on her side, while Yang was a child at heart. Yang had a fantastic rac-

He stopped himself, lest he faint from embarrassment.

Fortunately for our favorite goofy blonde boy, his internal thought processes had transpired over the course of maybe five or six seconds, "What? You embarrassed about not having a date or something?

"Y-yeah." he rubbed the back of his neck while pulling more pieces of food off the pan he had, placing them into the sandwich.

"Well join the club, dude." the second the words left her mouth, she wished to take them back, god it sounded so weak to say that.

"You don't have a date?" the knight asked with a tone Yang couldn't quite place.

"Uh... w-well... no." she said idly, stirring the hot pot of soup again, "I don't... nobody has had the right mixture of courtesy and balls to suit my fancy for a potential date."

"W-well~, I don't know about balls, buddy, but... I, uh... I don't want my best friend's amazing sister to be embarrassed about not having a d-date to the dance. So u-um... y'know... as a friend worried for a friend's reputation, I could go with you, as a friend, if nobody else suits your fancy." he managed, if only barely, to keep himself from stuttering too badly or freaking out over the fact that he was actually asking THE Yang Xiao Long, the untouchable beauty, to the dance.

To his surprise, her response was not overt laughter, rather a quiet chuckle slipped from those beautiful, warm, soft, luscious lips... he had to get his mind off of that, that was just an incident, it was just-

"Maybe this will get your attention, ya goof." Yang said after her rather giddy answer was given and promptly ignored by the nervous-looking boy. She grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and mashed their lips together.

For Jaune, the world exploded into fire of all colors, mixing and twisting and turning and blazing together in a rainbow inferno of sensations. He couldn't help but notice that she tasted like oranges, and a little bit like strawberries too, and he took in the sheer comfortableness of her arms wrapped around him, which to him felt like the satisfying relief of bundling up with a warm and toasty blanket in the middle of a cold night. His hands slowly made to find purchase on her surprisingly soft-feeling body, eventually settling to wrap his arms around her waist.

For Yang, the world was drowned in sweet drinks of all sorts, all separated by mere millimeters of skin. One instance she tasted cold, sweet tea that slaked her thirst and eased the heat she felt, the next she tasted apple juice, sweet and invigorating, rejuvenating her as she stood tiptoed to reach his face, and in another, she tasted honey, thick and rich, encouraging her to slow down to savor the moment. Her hands slid from the collar of his shirt as she wrapped her arms around his neck, slightly pulling them closer together.

With his usual courtesy, he lifted Yang like a doll, bringing her face closer to his for them to share in this wonderful kiss.

They parted when the air supply ran dry, ivory and gold auras mixed together in a soft glow as they panted between each other, the air hot and filled with a storm of emotions.

Yang smiled.

Jaune smiled back.

Yang was carefully set onto her feet, wobbling only slightly now.

Jaune kept his arms around Yang's waist, "So... uh... I guess that's a yes, then?" he asked, just to hear her beautifully adorable giggles.

Yang didn't disappoint.

(One dinner, one haircut, and one show later)

When the knight awoke the next morning, he felt a new strength and heat in his form, like his blood had been warmed by the sunshine, and he wasn't thinking about Yang's sweet and mirthful smiles.

He remembered the mirthful time he'd had last night, sharing dinner with his fellow blonde, giving her a haircut that removed a full twelve inches of hair from her golden waterfall, followed by a gentle massage with some special oil (tea tree, peppermint, and lavender) that made her hair feel much cooler and softer. As payment, Yang showed him the anime of the manga she'd been reading in the infirmary, and Jaune couldn't help but laugh at the antics of Saitama (as well as be forced to simply wonder what 'oppai' meant, since Yang just blushed instead of answering) and he made a good go at trying to sing along to the theme song when it played.

They'd returned far later than either anticipated, much to Pyrrha's questioning (and a slightly irritated Jaune's explanation) during which he spilled the fact that he was joined for dinner by Yang and had cut off the burnt part of her hair since she needed it to be removed.

Of course, this led him to his current situation, which was styling Pyrrha's hair for her.

This time, it was Jaune's turn to not disappoint, as growing up with seven little sisters to care for (a new one every year for seven years, he was convinced his mother hated the thought of having a period) and two hunters for parents (neither were gone for too long, nor too often, and rarely both at the same time, but those situations arose) had granted him a substantial amount of skill in things like cooking, cleaning, painting, drawing, sewing, gardening, and his currently used skill: hairstyling.

Pyrrha's long, straight, rich crimson hair was now neatly tied into a braided bun, a style she found herself admiring, "My head feels a little heavier, but my body feels so much more light and free."

"I'm pretty sure you were already plenty light and free before, Pyr." he chuckled, putting a bronze colored hairclip into her hair to hold back a few strands that didn't want to stay back, "Aaaand done." he took a step back to admire his handiwork, "Hmmmm~... eh, just like I imagined."

"What did you imagine, exactly?" the spartan hummed, looking at her partner in the reflection of the mirror.

Jaune smiled and gave her a pat on the shoulder, "You already look so good normally, I couldn't really do much to improve it." he smirked, '3... 2...'

Pyrrha's eyes went wide as her cheeks quickly turned the same color as her hair, and slowly, her shocked expression melted into a slightly nervous smile that the knight found adorable, "Oh Jaune, where did you learn to say things like that."

Jaune chuckled and put an arm around Pyrrha's shoulders, gesturing widely with a hand, "In the land of milk and cookies~." his tone was almost reverent, which only made his companion laugh harder.

"Pfffffft hahahahahaha~! I don't ge-hehehehehe-t it." the spartan struggled to contain her laughter.

"When I fell asleep last night, I had a dream, and in that dream I met a man, and that man said to me 'If ya wanna make people smile, then ya gotta make 'em happy, and if ya wanna make 'em happy, then ya should make 'em laugh. Comedy's great, mate, and I rate it 8/8.' and I laughed at him, but then I said 'I want to keep my friends safe.' and he said 'Well then keep 'em happy. Happy people don't attract Grimm'... and so now I'm going to try to make you, and the others, happy." he was lying through his teeth. The truth was he just liked how pretty the girls looked when they smiled. However, he was pretty sure an answer like that might get him slapped, or give Pyrrha the wrong idea.

I mean, yeah, he liked her, but he severely doubted she liked him back, she was WAY too good for him.

"What kind of dream told you that?" the redhead asked with a giggly smile.

"Apparently a good one, since it worked." he smiled back, chuckling softly, "I just want my friends to be happy, is all."

"Well I'm tickled pink, to be completely honest." her words filled the knight with a bubble of pride. To make a beautiful girl like Pyrrha laugh and smile like this, it felt really good.

He gave her a pat on the shoulder, "Well, come on, we should get to breakfast before Nora decides pancakes aren't enough and eats everything else too." he checked the date, it was saturday, no classes, so he fished around the closet for his normal clothes. Simple stuff, a hoodie, a pair of faded jeans, socks and sneakers. His weapons were in his locker, and since they were just getting breakfast, he figured it wasn't necessary to wear his armor.

Turning around, he found Pyrrha wearing a thick brown turtleneck sweater and a pair of crimson sweatpants, as well as snow boots. He couldn't help but laugh a little, "What's with the getup, Pyr? Ya look a little silly, in a cute way, but still kinda silly." he had a goofy, toothy grin on his face.

Pyrrha blushed once more, "It's freezing cold outside, Jaune, I would be a laughing stock if I froze solid walking to breakfast."

The knight opened the window, sticking his upper body outside, "Hmmmm... nope." he pulled himself back inside, "It ain't even snowing, Pyr, there's not even frost on the ground, it ain't freezing cold at all, it's, like, 50 degrees."

The spartan stared at her partner with a hint of confusion on her face, she could have sworn there was an odd... she couldn't quite place it, but there was an accent to his voice that had slipped through, "Er, right, still too cold for my liking."

Blonde hair lightly touched broad shoulders as the knight shrugged, "Eh, everyone feels temperature different, ain't nothin' to worry 'bout." he gave her a casual, calm grin.

Pyrrha sighed softly, "R-right, you're right, Jaune, I shouldn't worry. C-come on, let's get to the cafeteria." she led the two of them out into the hallway.

(During the walk)

Jaune whistled an unfamiliar tune as he and Pyrrha exited into the brisk, cool morning wind, "It's nice out."

Pyrrha begged to differ, and to shiver, "It's ice out. I d-d-d-don't und-d-d-derstand h-h-h-how you c-c-c-can't c-c-c-complain ab-b-b-bout it b-b-b-being so f-f-f-f-frickin' c-c-c-c-COLD!" she shook like a leaf in the wind, her thick clothing apparently not helping.

"If ya need somethin' more to keep warm, here." he removed his hoodie and slid it around the slim slopes of her fine shoulders, zipping it up to keep his body heat trapped inside. He was feeling a lot warmer today, like his blood was warmer than normal, but without any sort of ill medical effects, "I'm good, ta be completely honest wit'cha." he resumed his whistling.

"H-h-h-how? How are you so warm?" the spartan had lost patience and was now hugging her partner for warmth.

The knight blushed, trying to ignore the tender feeling of his partner's chest squished into his side, as well as the strange fuzzy feeling her hug brought him, "Well, t'ain't so much that I'm warm, s'much as I'm not cold. I mean, my hometown's name's literally 'Coldwater', since we've got a cold river that runs from the Shivercrown Mountain, past the village of Icebasin, and then out to sea. It's a really old town, but it's a really good place ta live." there it was, that odd slipping of an accent, "I love it." he had a air of pride in his words, "Even if the bullyin's more frequent down there." he sighed heavily, "But t'ain't nothin' ta worry 'bout. Come on, we're gonna get some warm breakfast to heat up yer insides." he chuckled softly, a huge smile on his face.

The more they walked, the more Pyrrha thought about the odd accent her partner kept slipping into, and how charming it was. She smiled, thankful to have heard him speak like that, so naturally and calmly, it gave her good omens!

Unfortunately, the day has only just begun.

(At the cafeteria)

The knight joined the table with a smile, his plate piled high with protein-packed foods, plenty of bacon, sausage, steak and eggs, and he'd even included a few biscuits too, as well as a glass of cold milk, "In the name of calcium~!" he proclaimed jokingly, before chugging half the glass, letting out a crisp sigh of satisfaction before digging into his food like a starving man.

"Sheesh, don't eat too fast, Vomit Boy, ya know what might happen." Yang giggled over her bowl of fruit salad and ground sausage, a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich next to it.

The group had arranged themselves, in order, with Ren, Nora, Pyrrha, and Jaune on one side, and mirroring them was Blake, Ruby, Weiss, and Yang.

Weiss scoffed, "If he throws up again, it better FAR away from out table." she grimaced at the thought, looking over at the resident knight, and then doing a double-take before staring at him.

Pyrrha looked at Weiss with twin hints of curiosity and challenge in her gaze, unsure of what exactly had halted the heiress' every function... wait, no, she was still breathing. Halted ALMOST every function.

Ruby glanced over at Jaune when she noticed an out of place splotch of color, "Hm?" she blinked, realizing that her best friend's incredibly impressive upper body was rippling with large, toned, powerful muscles, and it was almost perfectly disguised by his oversized light blue t-shirt, "Oh~."

Nora continued to recount her dream from the night before, something about watching a battle between an ifrit demon and team JNPR that ended with "Its skull exploded from one final big SMASH with Magnhild! And its gooey brain bits went EVERYWHERE!" she accidentally sprayed crumbs of her pancakes in a food-based imitation of the explosion, which made Blake and Ruby both cringe and quickly wipe their faces off with clean napkins.

Ren seemed to be drinking a fourth cup of herbal tea, having finished his plate some time ago and simply enjoying a good drink, "Actually, Jaune used an explosion of aura that made its whole body explode." to any who asked how Ren knew the contents of his childhood friend's dreams, his response was simple 'She tells me first thing after she wakes up', and more often than not, he had the... unique pleasure... of having Nora go on and on about her dream to him while he took a shower.

"Oh yeah, right, I've been meaning to ask. Hey Jaune, how did you make that aura explosion yesterday?" Ruby asked with an expression of innocent curiosity.

"I... don't know. I wanted to see clearly, and then I exploded and I did, and then when I saw they'd beaten Yang down, I got mad and I wanted all the Grimm to die, and then I exploded and they did." he shrugged, "Maybe my semblance is that I make explosions of willpower... that would honestly be pretty cool.

Yang giggled, "Yeah, but then you'd have explosions of hunger, and wanting to put a sock in Professor Port's mouth to shut him up, and maybe wanting to kick Cardin's ass?" she hummed curiously, "What all things COULD you have explosions for?"

"I actually really doubt that's the case, Sunshine." Jaune chuckled, "If it was, then I'd'a been exploding like a dozen times a day."

"Oh~? So you want to 'explode' multiple times a day, eh~?" she giggled teasingly, enjoying seeing the bright red blush on both Jaune and Pyrrha's faces.

Any response that her fellow blonde could have given was killed by a sudden cry of pain.

"Again?" he asked himself while turning to the source.

Velvet Scarlatina was being bullied by Cardin Winchester yet again, the poor girl was once more getting her ears pulled on by the brutish mace-wielder.

"Yep... explosion, alright." Jaune muttered darkly as he stood up, much to the surprise of the others, "Excuse me, ladies, I have to take out some trash." he walked away, leaving no room to respond to his witty one-liner.

He walked across the cafeteria as, to some who watched him, light seemed to distort around him, a pitch black void that quickly became filled with a white-pinkish aura. He growled inhumanly as he grabbed the bully by the wrist, pressing his thumb against the nerve cluster in his wrist to force him to let go of the poor faunus girl's abused ear.

"Gah! What the fuck?" the brown-haired boy looked at the one who dared intrude his enjoyment of the faunus' misery, only to blink in surprise, "What do you think YOU'RE doing Jauney boy?" he demanded, wrenching his wrist from the blonde's grasp.

"Something that should have been done a long time ago, you good-for-nothing piece of shit." he clenched his fists tightly, gathering power in them like he'd seen Saitama do in the anime.

Cardin scowled, "Bad idea, runt." he punched the swordsman in the face, sending him reeling.

However, to his surprise, Jaune's fall was aborted at the last second by him doing a push-up that lifted him back to his feet, "Hehehehehehehehehe~." he laughed evilly, his eyes flickering an angry red before seeming to contain an inferno of a gaze.

Cardin punched him again, "The hell are you laughing at?" he demanded, kicking the knight in the side, which only made his new victim laugh harder.

Pushing himself into a stand again, the knight grinned maniacally, still laughing, "I'm laughing because that tickled!" he grabbed Cardin by the neck, then punched him with his supercharged fist, sending him flying in the direction of the window.

(Meanwhile, outside the cafeteria)

Sun Wukong and his partner Neptune were just casually walking towards the front door to the cafeteria, eager to get some breakfast.

"Y'know, this place is still pretty crazy, even after a few weeks." Neptune mused, sighing, "I personally liked it better back in Haven."

"Dude, are you crazy? I've never been more pumped for some hardcore training in my life! Something about this place... makes me wanna be more awesome than I am." Sun smiled and sighed happily, resting his hands behind his head, "Plus, dude, there's tons of fighting in Haven, are you saying you wanna get into a fight?"

Neptune groaned, "No, yes, maybe, it depends on the fight." he rolled his neck and shoulders, "I'm an intellectual, okay? But waiting for combat class in order to duke out my stresses is pretty lame." he placed a hand over his forehead, "I just want something exciting to happen that isn't crazy."

Suddenly the wall next to them burst into a shower of chunks and chips of stone, the body of some large boy in gray armor falling to the ground, groaning in agony.

"What did I tell you, Cardin?" they saw Jaune, their resident bro-among-hoes (not that they actually considered any of the RWBYJNPR girls 'hoes', the line just followed other bro naming schemes) jump out of the new hole in the wall, his form glowing... pink?

Sun laughed, "Dude, why are you glowing pink? Did that crazy chick on your team somehow dye your aura?" he laughed at the absurdity of it.

Jaune was laughing too, "I have no fucking clue what you're talking about, dude." he walked past the monkey faunus and intellectual bluenette to reach his target, "Now then, Cardin, do you see?"

"S-see what?" the cowering bully asked, trying to hold his broken nose together, feeling it snap back into alignment with the help of his aura.

"This is what happens when you mess with my friends, you son of a bitch!" he punched Cardin with the other fist, sending him flying through the late morning sky.

Neptune whistled as he followed the other knight's trajectory, "Damn, dude. That was brutal!" he chuckled, then quickly ran to the front door of the cafeteria and entered, only to be minorly dismayed when he saw his two blond friends hop through the hole in the wall, the larger knight walking ahead of the smaller monk as the two made their way to the RWBYJNPR table, passing by a stunned Russel, Dove, and Sky.

...

Jaune smiled and set Velvet on her feet next to the table, then he dusted off his shirt, "Sorry for that, ladies, but the trash has been taken out, and our friend will be joining u-" Sun cleared his throat, "Our friends will be joining us for breakfast."

"I-i-i-i-i... I d-don't know what to say... th-thank you. I... I should have done something like that a long time ago, too." Velvet stuttered out, hesitantly taking the seat next to Jaune.

Jaune gave the nervous girl a small grin and gently patted her on the head, "Don't worry, Vel, we're all friends here."

The rabbit girl blushed a little bit and gulped a little, "But... we've hardly even interacted besides just now. We're basically strangers."

Jaune chuckled, his previous demeanor all but forgotten in the face of friendly conversation, "Well, my mom always said that strangers are just friends you haven't met yet." he smiled and resumed eating.

Now, of course, there are other reactions to what Jaune just did besides his bros speaking up and Velvet's sheepish statements.

Let's go in order from closest to him to furthest away, shall we?

First, Pyrrha, who is simply staring at him incredulously, 'He just punched Cardin through a wall with his bare hands! Sure he used a lot of aura, but both of those things are major signs of improvement! Still... I can't believe my sweet and kind Jaune would do something like that, sure Cardin deserved it, but for Jaune to act that way... it doesn't seem right.' she managed to get control of her mouth again, "What... was that?"

Next, Yang, who is blushing up a storm, 'Oh god am I really feeling these things? Cardin was an asshole, he totally deserved to get the shit punched out of him, and the way Lady Killer's muscles flexed when he picked the guy up and when he pulled off the same move Saitama does with every attack? MeOW, Yangy like, Yangy like a LOT. I... yep, yep I'm gonna need to change my underwear. God if you knew what you were doing to me, Lady Killer, then I think we'd be alone together... god, my first time with my sister's best friend, oh god, reel it in, brain, you gotta crack a joke or something!' she cleared her throat, "Damn, that was impressive." she said almost breathlessly, almost laughing a little at the ridiculousness.

Now Nora, who is internally and externally gushing over the display, "Omigosh Jauney that was amazing the way that Velvet was all like 'Oh no please save me my adorable ears are getting hurt' and then you came in and were like 'Hey Cardin Losechester, you're a big jerk!' and then you punched him through the wall and he was like 'Oh no~! I'm hurt all over, I can't fight back because I suck~!' and you were like "Hasta la vista, baby!' and punched him to the moon!"

Ren quickly interjected, not only breaking the order of reactions, but breaking the focus, "Actually, I'm pretty sure Cardin landed somewhere nearby."

(Meanwhile, elsewhere in Beacon)

Cardin screamed like a frightened girl as he crashed through the ceiling of a building, letting out a loud sound easiest transcribed as "BLAHFUHGAH~!" as he broke through it easily and landed in a surprisingly comfortable place.

Doctor Woodlog hummed as he looked at Cardin, then at his clipboard, "Well, Mister Winchester, welcome. I'm fairly certain that that hole in the ceiling is your doing? Well, in any case, we're going to need to do some chiropracty on you and reset your damaged bones, you look far too bent in too many angles, and judging from the bruising that's blooming across what skin I can see, you have some major damage to recover from. Don't worry, the procedures only hurt for a minute, then your aura will heal you up just fine." he smiled and checked a few boxes, "Yes, give me a little bit to finish this paperwork, then we'll get you on the road to recovery." he smiled, then a nurse came by, nearly screamed at the mess, and moved the Winchester boy off of the rubble-covered bed and onto a clean one.

The mace-wielder teared up in pain, and the doctor noted that, "Right... let's see... oh wait." he looked through his papers, "Nurse, get me the forms for logging the procedures necessary." the nurse quickly walked off and returned with a stack of what Cardin estimated to be at least fifty pages, "Thank you. Don't worry, after I'm done with all of this, we can start treating you."

The bully wept in remorse.

(Back in the cafeteria)

Weiss stared at Jaune, smiling almost evilly, 'Yes, YES! My god those muscles look absolutely scrumptious! He'll make a fine lover indeed. Now, if he could just work on his personality, then I might be able to stand the idea of going on a date with him. If all else fails, he shall be the first in my harem of swarthy men who will tend to my every need and command.' yeah, to some people, namely people like Jaune, Yang, Ruby, or Pyrrha, Weiss would be considered 'A stuck-up, overconfident, smug bitch'.

Ren's proper thoughts on the subject were far more logical, 'Jaune's improvements have shown greatly. The way he channeled his aura into his fists, however, was a large waste for too little of a result, I can see he's missing about 40% of his aura just from two punches. I'll have to help him get better control over that. His aura changed color too, if what Sun just said is true. I wonder why it did that, and why it turned pink... I'll have to figure out as we meditate together, and I'll have to make sure we actually meditate together. Maybe if we cover it as training, Nora and Pyrrha will leave us alone. I love them both, but Nora is like an overly energetic little sister and Pyrrha is like an overbearing big sister. Honestly, with the way she's been treating Jaune, it's no wonder he hasn't picked up on the hints of romantic interest, she's constructed a solid image of a teacher to his student.'

Ruby's thoughts were, well... 'Squeeeeee! THAT WAS SO FRICKIN' COOL! Omigosh Jaune needs to be upgraded to super ultra mega best friend! Squeeeee~! The way he punched Cardin through that wall, that was so frickin' COOL! I wanna punch people like that! I would be all like PAWNCH! Bam you're done! Oh what's that? Clear Grimm from the forest? PAWNCH PAWNCH PAWNCH! There you go! I gotta get him to teach me that stuffs! Then I'd be all like BANG BANG BANG! SWING SLICE SHA-WING! PAWNCH~! And then YAY! I'd win!' she zoomed over, hugging Jaune from behind, "Jaune that was so cool!" she snuggled into his back, unintentionally bringing a blush to the poor boy's face when he felt her soft chest squish into his back.

Blake's thoughts on the matter were... well, a little more risque, 'Dear god... the strength, the conviction and heart, the way he took charge, I want it. I want that. If you need another "target" to "punish", Jaune, go ahead and choose me~.' she hummed as she gazed a bit longingly at the knight from over the top of her book, 'Why does he need training again? Oh right... his swordsmanship is sloppy... well, as long as that's the ONLY sword he's sloppy with.' she giggled lightly, barely on a level audible to humans.

Velvet's thoughts were simpler, 'He saved me... dammit... now Cardin will only go after another target! I-idiot! W-why did you have to do that? D-do you L-LIKE me or something?' of course, if she even made an attempt at saying such a thing in practice, and to a mirror, she'd devolve into a blushing, stuttering mess in a matter of seconds.

Jaune cleared his throat, "It was nothing." he waved off dismissively, "I'm sure if I didn't do it, then someone else would have."

Yang sighed, "Dude, nobody's done anything before. Everyone just steers clear of him, even though he's a total prickface." she pointed at her fellow blonde, poking him in the chest, "You stood up where others cowered away. If that doesn't say 'courageous hero', I don't know what does."

"Tch, beating a man senseless is not in any way 'heroic', a hero protects, not destroys." he just really, REALLY didn't want anyone to think too much of this, it was nothing, "I just did what had to be done." he stared at his forkful of spaghetti before eating it.

Weiss cleared her throat, "If this is some attempt at being mysterious and cool, it's more pretentious and annoying than anything." she nagged, settling a glare on the knight.

"And why would I be attempting to be mysterious and cool? That seems more Neptune's schtick." he pointed a thumb at the bluenette sitting one Velvet away from him.

The heiress scoffed, "I don't know! Some sort of attempt at asking me out again?"

...

Everyone stared at the blond boy, waiting for an answer.

He finished a deep drink of his sweet tea before giving an answer that shook almost everyone present, "Don't flatter yourself." he chuckled boredly, turning a blank stare to the heiress, "I'm over you. You're not worth the effort."

Weiss' face resembled a goldfish, her mouth opening and closing and her eyes blank from shock, 'Not worth it? Me? Not worth his efforts?' truth be told, she'd actually grown to enjoy, if only in small part, the boy's advances, 'He... he's over me? No! He's not allowed to be "over me", he has to keep asking me out! It's only right! Right?... he has to... he... he has to...' she stared at her apple core and stood up, taking it in hand and walking away.

Pyrrha was ecstatic... on the inside, at least. She finally had a chance, now that Jaune's attentions would no longer be on the cold-hearted fencer, now she could take it for herse-...!

"So what made you decide she's not worth it?" Yang asked bluntly, smiling in a way that the champion didn't like.

"A girl who only rejects me and puts me down... even though I just wanted her to feel better about herself... everyone has patience, and mine has reached an end." he said with a hint of spite in his voice, a dangerous edge that gave a quiet notion of his strength, "Funny how I called her Snow Angel when she was more of a Snow Demon the entire time." he sighed in agitation, ready to pack up for the day.

Pyrrha shuddered. He was in a powerful mood, and she was sure that things would end with screaming and ecstasy if she could get it directed towards her with the right lens of context.

They all had new ideas involving the knight.

(Hours later, in Beacon's Gym)

"You just direct the flow in, but then you keep it there, focus on it and put a lot there." he said tenderly, directing Ruby's hands through the Ki Motions, a technique he'd learned that was very simple in concept. Moving a physical body part helped you focus on it, so Ki Motions helped one focus aura to specific parts of the body, "Then you punch and release all of it at once."

Ruby's hands glowed bright red, her aura shining through her skin, then she punched the punching bag, and what seemed like a cannonball of condensed wind was filtered through her fist and the force smashed into the bag, sending it flying off the hardlight chains.

Jaune smiled, "Good, good, now do it again until you're out of aura." he said with a smile, "Memorize the feeling and the method, try to do it without the motions." it had taken him a good few tries, but he'd done it, even if he fractured part of the shower tile doing it.

The maintenance drones set up another bag while fetching the first. Ruby repeated the process twice more, reducing her usage of ki motions by half, "Ow, it's hard to do this." she whined, rubbing her hands.

The knight gently took her hands in his own, healing them with a gentle flow of aura, "You need to develop an unarmed style, Ruby, it's important because sometimes you won't have Crescent Rose with you." he informed truthfully. He knew that it wasn't just a possibility, it was an inevitability, at some point, the little reaper wouldn't have her scythe, and she'd have to punch and kick her way out of a fight.

The two looked at each other for a while, then Jaune heard a beeping on his scroll. He groaned and checked it, "Aw damn, Pyrrha and I have to finish writing a paper for Oobleck. Sorry to have to go so soon, Rosie, if you need more hand healing then just call me, okay?" he turned to leave.

The raven/crimsonette girl held out a hand, "J-jaune! Wait!" she shot upwards, trying to-

The blond boy turned to face her, "Wh-MMPH!"

Ruby had aimed for her best friend's cheek, but due to Jaune turning back fully, she'd hit his lips...

With her own lips...

Her soft, warm, sweet lips...

The two hummed softly, melting into the kiss. Jaune couldn't help but notice how the reaper's lips tasted like a mixture of sweet and fruity strawberries and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. His mind turned to soup as he held her closely, feeling three mysterious pits growing in his chest.

...

After a long while, the two disconnected with a gasp for air, and the knight realized what the three pits were.

Two were his lungs, and the third was his heart.

Not his physical heart, but the heart that was part of the combination of 'heart and soul', his metaphorical heart.

He tried to tell himself that it didn't mean anything, that the fact that he'd kissed Yang didn't change how he liked Ruby, or how he kissed Ruby changed how he liked Yang.

'Oh god what in the sam hell am I even thinking? Ruby and Yang are sisters! I know sharing is caring but I don't think they care about each other enough to share a boyfriend! I just... god Ruby's lips tasted good... I don't like Ruby or Yang... well no I like them, but I don't like-like them... do I? Weiss isn't worth my time or energy, Pyrrha is like a sister to me, and these two are literal sisters to one another! I just need to...'

"That... was... aaawwweeee~." he managed to speak between pants for air, the two of them, being in prime physical condition, recovering easily enough, "I... I'm sorry... I need to go... I'll see you later." he wished he didn't have to go, but his assignments were needed, his partner needed him. She was a combat expert, he was a history expert, living in a historically famous family did that. He wasn't just happy to help, he was happy to be able to help.

He was happy that he was needed.

Right now... he needed to think.

...

Ruby stared as a faint cloud of dust was all that remained of the knight she liked, "S-see you later, boyo... that was awesome..." her eyes rolled up in the back of her head as she fainted, landing on the mat under her feet.

She rested there, a wide smile plastered upon her face.

Well, here we are, ^w^

Cardin gets some sweet justice and we see our second kiss of many! Hehehe.

We've seen some of his paladin side, the 'explosions' of aura that healed Yang and killed Grimm, and now his barbarian side, which boosted his strength to the level at which he could launch his former bully across the school with comical results.

Next will be either the Rogue or the Wizard, and we'll see how that changes things up.

I hope it was up to my lovely readers' expectations.

So... I'll see you next time.

But first... let's have an omake, shall we?

Omake: Praise the Yang

Yang blinked. Jaune had told her what he suspected his semblance to be, but she was... surprised with the results.

Surprised and very, very pleased. He'd grown his hair out, his face having become harder and much more mature in the past few weeks.

There stood the boy, no, the man in gleaming white armor, golden accents shining in the light. His features softened when he saw her, his sword pointed downwards and his shield held low, his stance relaxed.

"M'lady." he addressed her with a small smile, kneeling before her while planting the tip of his sword into the ground. Given that he'd planted it in the pavement, "I've done my duties for you."

She blinked, "What?" duties for her? What was he talking about?

"My duties. Protect and serve the light. Fight for the life of the fight. Seek that which thrills me... and so I have done so. I have protected my fellows. I have fought for life. Now... I have found what I seek." he turned a humble, charming smile up at her, "You, my goddess." he removed his chestplate, revealing the symbol on his coat, her Burning Heart surrounded by his Double Crescents.

A myriad of emotions crossed Yang's face, before finally settling on reluctant acceptance, "Uhhhhh... okay. You've found me. Now what?"

The blonde man smiled at her, "My oath of duty commands that my sword is dedicated only to you." his smile turned a little more mischievous.

Yang fidgeted slightly, "Okay?" she took a step forward, "Aaand~?"

Jaune chuckled slightly, then took in a deep breath, his pious heart racing, "And my oath of chastity commands that my 'sword' is dedicated only to you." he gave her the single most handsome, charming, flirtatious, and seductive smile she'd ever seen in her mouth.

Yang's eyes were dry, but yet she still wept, her legs shaking, 'Yes! Cha-ching! Booyah! Yang: 1, Pyrrha: 0! You may have one all those sparring battles, but you lost the love war!' she smiled, "W-well... come claim your prize, then, my faithful servant."

The paladin smirked, "But m'lady... your holy word dictated that your most dedicated and holy of warriors shall claim your body."

"Yes, and?" she was getting impatient! She wanted this NOW!

"Claim your body... like that of a concubine." his expression turned more mischievous, "And I must say, I do so LOVE m'lady's most beautiful of vocal chords." he leaned in, brushing her hair behind her ear and whispering into it, "Especially when they say my name... over... and over... and over again."

It was at that point that Yang melted.

However, as fate liked to be a fickle jackass, the room's door slammed open and a large figure stepped into the room. He was broadly muscled and stood well over six feet, clad in chainmail and platemail wristbands and boots. He wore an off-white tabard with dirt staining the tattered bottom, a symbol of the sun with a yellow body and an orange spiky corona, the garment held down by a pair of brown belts. They would have trailed their eyes from his feet to his face, but his entire head was covered with a gray great helm, a long red feather sticking out of the top.

"Halt, heathen! It is I! Solaire! I am the true mightiest and holiest of the warriors to the sun!" he announced, facing Jaune, "I, Solaire, shall fight this false paladin for the right to be blessed with m'lady's touch!"

Jaune drew his sword, "Not so fast, cretin! I got to the goddess first, I get dibs!"

"That is not in accordance with the international dibs protocol, you must have witnesses to your dibs!" Solaire announced while drawing his greatsword.

Jaune drew Crocea Mors and Candidus Murus, getting into his stance.

"Wait, how are you able to pose like that?" Solaire asked before swinging his greatsword.

Fortunately for Jaune, the massive knight may have talked quite the game, but he seemed to lack any major refinement to his technique, overswinging his sword and getting his massively telegraphed attack deflected easily. The white paladin slashed his enemy in the stomach, only to gasp when a splatter of blood sprayed out and hit the floor.

"Damn... you got me." Solaire said, "I guess what they said is true... Dark Souls really IS a hard game to play." he slumped to his knees and fell on the floor.

Jaune felt bad, "I... I killed him." he gasped when Solaire's body turned to black ashes and faded away, the only evidence of his presence being the blood splatter he'd left behind.

Yang blinked, "Uh... I guess you win? I have no idea what just happened." she says while closing the door, "Now come on! You said something about a concubine?"

The paladin blinked, his stoic expression fading into one more like his normal self, "Uh... w-what?"

"You were about to dominate me like a pious man following his goddess' orders." Yang said while leaning back on Blake's bed

Jaune blushed redder than his partner's hair, looking at Yang incredulously, "W-when was this decided? I was about to tell you th-the m-m-mission was successful and nobody was hurt... I-i-i..." he looked down at the floor, "I-i-i'd rather b-buy you dinner first..." he nearly squeaked out in a volume and pitch almost reminiscent of a tiny mouse.

The brawler stared at him, then walked over to the door and locked it. She slowly turned around with a seductive sway of her hips, "That won't be necessary, paladin." she smiled at him, walking back over and taking his lips into a tender, yet searing kiss. The knight could feel his normally insurmountable inhibitions burn away with the reassuring temperature of this small contact.

Breaking the kiss an unknown amount of time later, the two blondes gasped and heaved for air.

The white glow around Jaune's form had returned, as had his enthralled and joyous grin, "Perfection. Orange and strawberry, a hint of lemon, faint traces of alcohol and bacon, exactly how I imagined the goddess would taste." he sighed almost drunkenly, "Thank the nine for granting me with such a bountiful soul." he picked her up and laid her on the bed with all the gentleness of morning dew, his eyes devouring her form, "For the process of bedding a goddess requires a great deal of heart and soul... and I will not stop until she's satisfied." his desiring smile widened, and he started reaching down to undo his pants...

...

*BOOM CRASH*

"HALT! It is I who shall be the one to be blessed with gross incandescence!" the voice of Solaire shouted, "Now then, round two! Let us FIGHT!" he charged at Jaune with his greatsword.

Yang groaned, facepalming as her buzz of thrills was killed, dying screaming in the middle of a poison gas chamber where Solaire was on the intercom.

Her knight growled and drew his sword, ready to fight again.

The brawler laid there, wondering when it would end and when she could finally claim her 'prize'.

Another single-hit kill, in very large and broad quotation marks, since it seemed that Solaire might just be pretending to be dead from the strikes, and Jaune had returned to normal, "Y-yang? W-why are you laying down now? I keep spacing out. I'm sorry." he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck and blushing, "I just... wanted to celebrate maybe... y-y'know... go out and get some drinks... have a nice dinner... what do you say?" he had a soft, warm, friendly, and very honest smile, one that made Yang's heart nearly melt on the spot.

"That sounds perfect! Let's go." she smiled and got up, 'Please let this work and let us make love tonight! Seriously I'm getting... like... the female equivalent of blue balls here!'

...

The night had gone rather horribly, all things considered. They'd gotten some drinks, yes, but after sharing a tender and beer-laced kiss, Jaune had slipped back into his Paladin mindset and wished to 'claim' her, apologizing for his greed as he gave her a small slap on the ass, followed by a soft squeeze.

However, mere moments after the 'moment' had begun, Solaire had reappeared and challenged Jaune once again for the right to 'The lady's touch' and 'Gross incandescence', shooting the mood dead like an innocent little duck.

This pattern, of Jaune slipping into his Paladin personality, starting a moment, and having that moment promptly shattered by Solaire's return and challenge... you'd think that either she or Solaire would have given up by now, but the brawler was stubborn and determined to have Jaune have sex with her, and it seemed that Solaire was just as stubborn and determined to have that privilege for himself, the creep.

It was outside the RWBY and JNPR dorms that they met him again.

"You are very skilled, false holiest! But I shall not falter! In the name of gross incandescence!" he proclaimed, drawing his greatsword again.

"What does that even MEAN?!" Yang nearly screamed, sick and tired of this psycho's constant interruptions.

"I wish to shine like your ever-glorious sun, my goddess." he explained with a broad smile obvious on his hidden face.

Yang's eye twitched and she grabbed the crazy knight, setting him on fire with her grasp, "THERE! NOW GO AWAY!" she did a small palm-thrust and sent him reeling down the corridor.

Sir Jaune whistled, "Ah, as strong as you are beautiful, surely you could shatter the world, my dear goddess." he caressed her cheek softly, a heartfelt smile on his lips.

If Yang wasn't so pissed off, she'd have stopped to appreciate the emotion in his words. Sadly, she was. She opened the door to the RWBY dorm, only to find her teammates there.

"Yang Xiao Long! Where on earth have you been?" Weiss demanded with a voice almost like a screech.

"Fuck off!" she looked at Blake, "And you too! But not as much!" she looked at Ruby, "You're cool, sis, you just keep doing you." she slammed the door shut and grabbed Jaune, walking away from the dorms with him.

Jaune quickly matched her pace, "Well, m'lady, now what?" he asked almost casually, a slight smile on his face.

The blond beauty's only response was to shove him inside a random broom closet and close the door, locking it behind herself, "Now you're going to fuck me until we knock everything off all these shelves!" she was seconds away from tearing her clothes off.

The paladin blinked, then sighed and shook his head, "M'lady, I'm afraid you've misunderstood... you see..." he stepped forward, wrapping an arm around her waist, "I don't 'fuck' my goddess, I make love to her... hard... over and over, until she's satisfied." he smiled and gave her a searing kiss, "And I thank the nine for giving me enough heart and soul to do that."

The 'goddess' quickly scrambled to pull off Jaune's shirt, then she began to remove her shorts, revealing yellow panties. She started to undo Jaune's pants when she heard something that made her blood boil.

A heavy knock on the door, "M'lady?" it was Solaire... AGAIN, "Perhaps... we got off on the wrong foot. I shall make it up to you by protecting you and your sexual relations!" he announced with enough volume to inform everyone awake on the entire floor.

Yang groaned. Could this night get any worse?

"Would Miss Yang Xiao Long please report to my office... immediately." Glynda Goodwitch's voice spoke over the intercom, "Please bring Mister Arc and Mister... Astora, with you."

The lilac-eyed girl blinked, then let out a small scream.

"FUUUCK~!"

I hope that was good... I've read a good few omakes in my time, but never written one before. Here's to hoping, eh?