Hello, everyone! This is another one-shot, but much more lighthearted and should be taken as such. Funny enough, I happened to be at a beach while writing this, but I hurt my ankle when my pals and I decided to explore the forest pathways nearby so all I could do was write. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy this story. Because I sure had a fun time writing it.
Cheers, Searoar.
"Out of the way everyone! Beachball champion coming through!" Declared the self-proclaimed hottest huntress on the road and soon to be on the beach. Usually, the trip to Yang's favorite beach would have taken a grueling three hours via motorcycle, but with the new aura augmenting engine compartment Ruby had helped her install a couple of weeks prior, Yang's soul-infused battery cut her time in half with extra speed and no need to refuel at the cost of being without aura for the next six hours. Though given how safe Vale was compared to its brother kingdoms, Yang figured she could replenish her aura while getting a nice tan at the same instance.
At the beach...
8 am on the dot with long curly locks of glistening gold waving in the cool breeze, lilac eyes that rivaled gemstones, and a fair slender figure that got the attention of men and envy of women, Yang Xiao Long made long strides in her two-piece, emerald bikini and dipped her sunglasses at the sight of crashing waves and marble-white sand.
Or, at least that's what Yang should have seen. Instead, the beach was littered from shoreline to parking lot with waste that varied from candy wrappers to broken umbrellas and chairs. This was quite the shocker, and Yang felt her mood drop like an anvil when she noticed the swarm of seagulls that swarmed the area like roaches in a garbage can.
However, amidst the foul-smelling clutter, was a young man adorned in a pair of blue shorts, a long-sleeved black shirt, swimming goggles, and a garbage bag, and a metal grabber tool. Yang pitied the lad, for while she respected his devotion he was clearly in over his head. That is, until a tempest of purple stormed through the beach, gathering the waste in its ferocious winds, and dropped the massive heap behind Yang with a mighty thud.
Yang blinked several times with her head flicking between the perfectly square cube of garbage behind her to the sandy haven now in front of her. Choosing a silent thank you to Oum would suffice, the brawler gathered her belongings from her trusty motorcycle and departed for a well-earned vacation.
The warm sun on her back, seagulls fled the area in the empty blue sky without a single cloud to contest their white feathers. Yang couldn't have asked for a greater blessing and threw her blanket, towel, and umbrella over her shoulder as her other hand gripped the handle of her bright red cooler as she ventured forth for the perfect tanning spot.
"Now this is more like it!" Yang's smile was electric as it appeared that she had the entire beach to herself.
The stranger with the garbage bag had also disappeared, this meant the blonde brawler's plan to visit the tropical paradise was going exactly as she expected. In truth, the reason why Yang was the only one on this beach was because she'd completed all her vacation homework behind her teammates' and all her fellow students' backs; leaving them in the dust as she revved up her favorite motorcycle and headed to a local beach that was reserved for Beacon's students after they'd finished their week's worth of homework that they had to hand in before they started their vacation. The heavy eyebags were totally a fair trade.
From the look of sisterly betrayal on Ruby, the murderous aura from Blake, the unbridled rage and disbelief of Weiss, the childish wails of Nora, the humorously long frown on Ren, the hummingbird speed of Pyrrha's twitching eye, to the not really surprised look on Jaune...
Yang blinked. Hold on a minute. Why was the image of a composed Arc niggling at the forefront of her mind? In truth, Yang's fellow blonde did not seem perturbed in the slightest but voiced his discontent like all the others so he must've been able to pull off a stronger poker face than Yang first assumed.
"Oh well," Yang shrugged. She didn't need to bother herself with the small details, as the only thing she needed to occupy herself with was having fun. What on Remnant could be better than that?
Meanwhile back in Beacon's classrooms where RWBY and three members of JNPR were up to their necks in paperwork...
"I hope Yang forgot her bathing suit." Ruby pouted.
"I hope she gets sunburnt," Blake muttered sourly.
"I hope a harsh wind picks up her umbrella and whisks it away." Weiss fumed.
"I hope her cooler falls off her motorcycle," Nora grunted.
"I hope a salty wave splashes over her food." Ren sighed bitterly.
"I hope she drowns," Pyrrha said, then squeaked when her murderous words caught up with her brain. She covered her mouth with an open palm, then turned sheepishly to her peers who stared at the Mistral champion with wide eyes and wary frowns. Scooting away to the far edges of the bench, each member of the study group voiced their concerns while Pyrrha sat alone with a face flushed in embarrassment.
"Pyrrha's really dangerous." Ruby gulped.
"She's nothing like the Mistralian media portrays." Blake nodded.
"She should be reported to the headmaster and all eligible authorities." Weiss bit her lower lip.
"She's revealed her dark side." Ren hummed.
"She's no longer my bestie." Nora declared.
"Y-You misunderstand!" Pyrrha defended as tears stung her desperate emerald eyes. She approached her friends with open arms, but they all jumped to the benches above them confusing many of the other students who pointed at Pyrrha and whispered doubts to each other bringing a whole new wave of grief over the Mistral champion as she tried to remedy her mistake.
Back at the beach...
Strolling along the shoreline without a care in the world, Yang's white flip-flops traced her steps as she finally found a place worthy of her enjoyment. That is, it would be, if her lilac eyes hadn't spotted a familiar and mature figure in the near distance who appeared to be staring at a pitched blue umbrella and plain white cooler between them as handfuls of sand flew into the air and returned to the ground with a plop.
Yang quickened her footsteps, as did the familiar figure until they were but three feet from the large blue umbrella.
"Ms. Goodwitch?" Yang felt her world crumble around her.
"Yang Xiao Long?" Glynda said flatly with disappointment etched in her stern tone.
"Hello?" Came a third voice to join the party.
Heads snapping to a rectangular hole in the ground that was large enough for five people, a tuft of blonde hair belonging to none other than Jaune Arc peeked with a small plastic shovel and big bucket in hand with a stuffed garbage bag, black sweater, and a metal claw a few feet from his hole.
"Wow, I guess we all decided that the beach was the place to be today, huh?" Jaune grinned innocently then pointed his shovel toward his cooler and offered his beach partners a fresh refreshment of their choosing. "You guys came at just the right time too, because a crazy storm decided to pass by and cleaned the beach!
"T-This can't be happening!" Yang's jaw gaped at the prospect of having her beach expectations destroyed.
The brawler didn't mind Jaune all that much, as he was Ruby's first friend at Beacon and had proven himself on several occasions that he was catching up to the required level of his fellow students. However, the unwelcome obstacle was Yang's most disliked teacher in the shape of Glynda Goodwitch, who was admittedly looking rather sharp.
Her pale blonde locks no longer restrained in a bun and tied in a casual ponytail that reached a touch past her shoulders, Glynda made little effort to conceal her pale skin and modelesque figure as she sported a cream-colored, one-piece swimsuit with cuts that revealed her hips, stomach, and generous cleavage. This, coupled with her sleek ovular glasses, gave the professor a sultry appearance no matter how one looked at it. To top it all off, a wide-rimmed straw hat sat atop Glynda's delicate visage that shielded her from excess UV rays.
"Yet my despair is occurring right before my very eyes..." Glynda sulked.
The professor was in shock. She'd made sure to triple the workload of Beacon's students to ensure that she'd have the beach to herself for a couple of days, yet here were the most unlikely candidates in her classroom on the very sand Glynda desired to claim. It wasn't that Yang and Jaune were bad students mind you, as the blonde brawler had always achieved a steady B average despite her pranks and bad puns; with Jaune improving greatly over the past few tests as he raised his dismal D's to C's in the span of a few weeks.
However, it was important for a woman to make time for herself, and Glynda would not make any exceptions on this day. As if their minds had joined to create a single thought bubble above them, Yang and Glynda shared their words as follows...
"By any means necessary, for this day alone, I will have this beach to myself by this afternoon!"
Meanwhile, in Jaune's cool shoveled haven, the lad wished nothing but the best for his peers. Glynda, while strict, was fair to Jaune and even prepared extra worksheets for him after class hours that were easier to understand, while Yang was always spoken in a positive light whenever Ruby mentioned her.
Half an hour later the first round of the beach ownership war began...
With one yellow umbrella pitched on one side and a turquoise one on the other with a blue one in between, Glynda and Yang hatched their plots to rid their self-proclaimed paradises of the pests that littered them. All the while Jaune was still digging happily in his hole, unaware of the storm that was to pass between his fellow blondes.
"Think this through calmly, Glynda." The witch said as she stretched on her reclining chair. She couldn't resort to brute force or use her semblance to evict Yang and Jaune from the beach, that would be abusing her authority and didn't sit well with her. That, and she'd used all her aura reserves to clean the beach and wouldn't be able to use her semblance for the next four hours.
"Alright, all you have to do is push Ms. Goodwitch's and Jaune's buttons until they get fed up and decide to leave." Yang grinned maniacally as a myriad of pranks floated into her noggin as she stared at the empty sky while splaying out on her towel. She could empty all the drinks in Goodwitch's cooler and refill them with salt water, or she could 'accidentally' throw a volleyball at Goodwitch's umbrella and snap it in two...
"Wow, to think that Yang also put in a lot of late hours to get all of Ms. Goodwitch's extra work done on time. That's an attitude I can really admire." Jaune hummed a merry tune as he filled and emptied his bucket to create the first hill of his sand castle.
In the midst of Yang's plotting, a folded piece of paper tapped against her forehead and landed on her chest. Yang curled a brow and opened the paper, and her eyes shifted from lilac to crimson but swapped back in a heartbeat when she turned to address its sender. There, beneath the shade of her umbrella, Glynda observed her biggest threat with a haughty smirk and took a sip from her handmade martini.
"So, you think dumping a bunch of 'required' history questions on me is going to make me pack my bags and head back to Beacon? Good luck professor, because the internet is a rather nifty asset.~" Yang hummed and sent an email to her teacher with an attached photo of herself doing the peace sign.
Glynda's brow twitched, but this was no more than a minor setback. She shouldn't get sloppy, as stubborn girls like Yang needed to be worn down before being given the final knockout. Thus, with an air of absolute confidence, Glynda jotted down another letter and sent it Yang's way.
"So... That's how it is, huh?" Yang reeled slightly at the boldly stated threat to expose her risque selection of a bathing suit to her father with the implication that an army of eager men roamed the beach unless Yang packed up her belongings and headed back to Beacon.
Again, Ms. Goodwitch was slow on the uptake in regards to the limitless uses of a scroll and received another image with a close-up picture of her generous chest and face that was slick with sweat.
"Bet ya don't want that going out to the public, huh?" Yang giggled as she received another letter demanding that she delete the photo.
With two strikes initiated by Glynda, it was time for Yang to go on the offensive. She considered her options and noticed that Glynda had unpacked her more alcoholic beverages and placed them atop her cooler.
A mischievous smile curling her lips, Yang inflated a melon-styled beachball with many deep breaths. Slightly winded, Yang stood herself up, narrowed her sights on Glynda's cold beverages, and threw the beachball with all her might.
"Phew!" Jaune puffed his chest at the three proud sand hills he'd devised. "Now to grab me a well-earned drink-oof!"
Jaune's speech was cut as he stood from his hole and something fast bounced off the back of his head. When he turned around, he saw a dazed, red-faced Yang who rubbed her sore nose with a flattened melon-styled beachball beside her and a spilled cooler. All the while with a haughty giggling Glynda observed the scene as she took another sip from her martini.
First round: Glynda 1. Yang 0. Jaune-happy.
Moving on...
"Hmm..." Jaune cupped his chin after he'd moved his cooler into his sand pit with the addition of two band-aids crossed on the back of his skull. "This square hole is nice and all, but I think I need to spice things up a bit. That way, I can take a picture and send it to everyone back at Beacon to brighten their spirits!"
Jaune crawled out of his hole on all fours, only to blink at a pair of long slender legs that barred his path. When Jaune looked up to see who the legs belonged to, he was met with the wide smirk of Yang Xiao Long who'd discovered the chess piece that would turn the tides in her favor.
"Hey there, vomit boy." Yang leaned down and her golden hair draped around Jaune like an unruly curtain. "How about you give me a hand with our common enemy over there?"
Yang held out a hand for Jaune, and he took it and was hoisted to his feet.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Jaune asked. "Are there any Grimm around here?"
Yang's eyebrows wiggled as she gestured to their teacher with a soft swish of her hips. This made her fellow student tilt his head in confusion. Ms. Goodwitch might have given them too much homework, but that didn't mean she was a monster by any means. The professor just wanted her students to be prepared for the harsh world that awaited them, that's all.
"I don't see what the issue is," Jaune shrugged. "Ms. Goodwitch is here to enjoy the great weather, isn't she? So why should we bother her?"
"Don't you see, Jaune?" Yang sighed and wrapped her arm around the young man's shoulder. She pulled him so close their noses nearly bumped as she whispered to him mischievously.
"The only reason Glynda gave us all that last-minute homework was so that she could have this beach all to herself. Think about it, if it weren't for our teacher's selfishness, we would be laughing with our friends and sharing memories that we'd treasure forever. Don't you agree?" Yang giggled and whispered her plot to Jaune.
Jaune glanced at his teacher and gulped when his cerulean gaze met with Glynda's stern pale green. Jaune tried to talk Yang out of her scheming, but this only hardened the brawler's resolve as her plots grew more conniving by the minute.
Glynda meanwhile, observed the young adults with skeptical eyes. She hadn't considered Jaune a threat since he hadn't made a move to disturb her, but if Yang planned to rope the boy into her childish antics, then Glynda would be forced to consider the lad a genuine threat. After all, with Yang and Jaune being classmates in the same year, it made sense that they'd band together against their older adversary.
However, just in case, Glynda had anticipated Jaune's inclusion and had the perfect countermeasure. The professor called out to the young man in question and motioned for him to join her with a curling index finger.
"Um, I think Ms. Goodwitch is calling me," Jaune said.
Yang crossed her arms. "Fine, but don't you dare tell her about our plans."
Jaune scratched his cheek, feeling as if he were being roped into a misdeed, but did as he was told and hurried over to his superior.
"Can I help you, Ms. Goodwitch?" Jaune asked.
Glynda smiled coyly. "I believe so, Mr. Arc. Would you care to indulge me in your conversation with Ms. Xiao Long? She's been rather uptight since I arrived here, and it pains me to think that my presence makes her uncomfortable."
"U-Um..." Jaune rubbed his neck and looked away nervously, but not for the reasons Glynda assumed. With the way the professor's modelesque body was boldly on display as she lay on her side to converse with her student, this granted Jaune a once-in-a-lifetime view of an older bountiful woman's assets which he tried to burn in his memory.
"Yang was just asking if I could grab her some food from the stalls by the parking lots. I think I saw a stall that opens at nine, they've got burgers and stuff, would you like any Ms. Goodwitch?" Jaune asked kindly.
"The thought is appreciated, but I've come prepared with my own meals," Glynda said.
Jaune nodded and turned to leave, but a gentle *ahem* from his teacher spun him around.
"Though, just remember Jaune, that upsetting an older woman is an endeavor that always comes with severe consequences.~" Glynda said as her glasses dipped ever so slightly along her delicate nose to reveal her predatory glare that promised nothing but pain should the lad try any funny business.
Sweat trickling down his forehead and chin, Jaune excused himself and headed back to his hole that Yang had decided to occupy in his absence. The brawler gave the knight a knowing look and was displeased to hear his reluctance to join her in evicting their stern professor. Nonetheless, Yang was an adaptable sort, and she'd find a way to make use of Jaune one way or another.
In order to keep up his act, Jaune informed Yang that he was headed to the beach's food stalls and asked if she wanted anything. Given a short list of burger toppings, Jaune made his way to the parking lots and admired the scenery as his feet dug into the smooth sand he trod upon until a slight prick nibbed at his ankle. Peering down at the disturbance, Jaune noticed a poor crab no bigger than his palm that had been flipped on its back with its legs and pincers helplessly grabbing the air.
A sense of pity washed over him, Jaune carefully tipped the crab upright and the little creature seemed to wave at him in appreciation. A smile creeping on the young man's face for a good deed done, Jaune departed without a second thought but after a while, he realized the crab had followed him. Ever curious, Jaune reached out a hand to the crab, unafraid of its small pincers, and the creature showed no aggression and scuttled onto the young man's palm and got comfortable.
"Hah, I wonder what I should do with you?" Jaune hummed aloud and felt his smile widen. "Well, I can at least give you a name. How about... Pinchy? Because you've got some strong claws on ya, sound good?"
The crab shrugged. Or at least that's what Jaune assumed and accepted the action as a yes.
Meanwhile, in Yang's new base of operations...
The brawler peeked from her hole and squinted at Glynda who was nonchalantly tapping at her scroll. The professor and her student had agreed to a ceasefire in regard to technology, as nothing would come of leaking lewd photos to the public, but with that option off the list; this left Yang in quite the predicament.
Yang didn't trust Jaune, at least not completely, to hold up his end of the plan. After all, how would he approach an older attractive woman and still keep his wits about him? Yang frowned. Jaune had made an effort to avert his gaze when he walked up to Glynda, but he hadn't as much spared Yang a second look. Least to say a chip of the brawler's pride had fallen off.
"Here you go, Yang." Jaune's voice broke the girl from her inner musings.
A hot burger, crispy fries, and a can of coke held out to her, Yang accepted her food with a curt thank you, then jabbed a thumb toward their teacher. Jaune gently shook his head, but Yang pressured him until he was forced to relent. Awkwardly, Jaune strolled over to where Glynda sat and gulped as she'd abandoned her folding chair to instead lie face down on a beach towel caring little if anyone saw her perky pale rear that was barely hidden by her bathing suit.
"Um..." Jaune scratched his cheek. "Ms. Goodwitch?"
The woman in question shifted to lean on her side and smirked as a blush took over Jaune's fair complexion. To his credit, Jaune managed to convince his teacher to assist him with a few photos, since he was planning to do this from the very beginning and wanted to get them done before it got too hot to roam around.
With a sigh, Glynda activated her semblance and Jaune's scroll hovered beside him in a purple hue. He mentally facepalmed at his ignorance of his teacher's abilities as she'd be able to assist him without moving so much as a finger. This meant Yang's plan to get their teacher out of the picture was far from reaching reality. However, atop Jaune's head, was a crab who ironically was acquainted with Glynda, unbeknownst to her. For when the witch arrived on the beach, she cared little for the beings beneath her and flicked the crab aside not bothering to check if the crustacean landed upright or not.
Its black pupils burning for revenge, the crab hopped off Jaune's head and landed on the sand with a muffled plop. It waddled over to Glynda's feet, and with a click of its pincers, it pinched her big toe earning a childish squeal from the witch as she shot upright.
Jaune, who stood a few feet away with his arms in a superhero flex for the first picture, curled a brow at the sight of his displeased instructor as she scanned the ground around her meticulously.
"Ms. Goodwitch?" Jaune called. "Is everything alright?"
The lady in question quickly gathered her composure, apologized for losing focus, and steadied Jaune's scroll to take his photo. However, with another squeeze to the middle toe from Pinchy, Glynda yelped and her semblance faltered. Puzzled and concerned, Jaune jogged over and asked what ailed his teacher, only for her scowl as another pain shot up her leg.
By chance, Jaune caught his new crustaceous friend in action, then reached down to snatch it up. Yet somehow, someway, Pinchy had become more than a menace on the sand, shifting at speeds that made Jaune's head spin as he patted the sand in vain.
"Mr. Arc, will you please get rid of that crab already? I-eek!" Glynda screamed as her pinky toe was pinched.
"S-Sorry!" Jaune blushed at the incredibly cute sound that escaped his teacher's mouth and narrowed his eyes in frustration as Pinchy was a more formidable foe than anticipated.
While Jaune perilously tried to cease the assault on Glynda's skin, Yang was barreled over in laughter at the sight. She watched as Jaune made a desperate lunge between Glynda's legs, miss the crab, then shoot to his feet while still underneath his teacher thus flipping her over to eat sand.
"I-I'm sorry, Ms. Goodwitch!" Jaune assisted his teacher to her feet, then noticed Pinchy on her shoulder clicking its claws.
Glynda shook her head and spat out the grainy earth off her tongue. She felt the tips of the crab's legs along her skin and immediately reacted with deadly precision.
"Wait, don't hurt him! He's just a crab!" Jaune wailed and caught his friend before the poor thing was reduced to mush. However, his nervous hands slipped, and Pinchy landed on Glynda's stomach securing itself by clasping a pincer on her bathing suit.
"Jaune Ahaharc!" Glynda giggled as the boy reached out to save his new companion and delivered an accidental tickle as his fingers squeezed her sides.
Hilarity on the rise, Yang pounded the ground with a fist while her other hand held a half-eaten burger as she laughed her lungs out.
Temper near the tipping point, Glynda flailed her arms and successfully caught the crab by its hind legs, only for the creature to retaliate and give her thumb a nasty pinch that made her throw it straight into the air.
"Pinchy!" Jaune bawled.
"Good riddance!" Glynda huffed and adjusted her glasses. "Now hand me my towel, Mr. Arc, I've got sand all over me-eeyiiipe!"
The crab had come back with a vengeance, landed right above her eyes, then delivered a sharp pinch to her nose. Jaune was quick to react and lunged forward with both arms raised. He missed, of course, and slapped Glynda's cheeks puffing her lips forward as her eyes narrowed dangerously in discontent.
"Mrph. Arphc!" Glynda swatted Jaune's hands away. "Will you just do as you're bloody told and get rid of that pesky crustacean?!"
"I'm working on it!" Jaune's face flushed in frustration. How hard was it to track down a small crab? The issue itself was laughable, evidently so as a nearby Yang had tears of joy rolling down her cheeks as she tossed the empty wrappers of her lunch behind her.
"Ouch!" Jaune winced as Pinchy's wrath turned toward him and struck his thumb. The young man witnessed the defiant glint of his crab friend and drew a determined look of his own as he cracked his neck for the battle to come.
"Mr. Arc, did you find that menace?" Glynda was still looking at the ground but got a rude awakening when she felt ten legs scribble down her spine.
"Aha! There you are!" Jaune announced fiercely and clapped his palms.
"W-Wait, Mr. Arc, mind where you're reach-eeeep!" Glynda squealed with a face redder than a pomegranate as Jaune's eager fingers clasped themselves around her firm tushy and gave them a rough squeeze.
"Oi, get back here-ow!" Jaune huffed as Pinchy hopped off Glynda's butt and gave the lad a pinch to the ring finger.
"That's it!" Glynda snarled and picked up her beach towel. Twirling both ends of the towel, Glynda narrowed her eyes dangerously and snapped the cloth like a vicious whip.
"Whaapsh!"
"Yikes!" Jaune yelped and rubbed his sore arm.
"Hold still, Mr. Arc, I'm going to crack that crustacean!" Glynda howled and prepared for another strike. Jaune pleaded to save his skin, but his words died at the impact of another towel whip to the chest as Pinchy skittered over his person. All the while, Glynda's fury went into overdrive as she lashed at the boy without mercy.
"Ms. Good-ow!"
"Please-yeowch!"
"You're not even aiming for the crab anymore!"
Jaune stumbled forward in desperation and bumped into Glynda sending her to the ground face-first getting entangled in her towel as she did so. His body flushed in sore red, Jaune squinted at his vulnerable teacher and her extra towel atop her cooler.
"Oh..." Glynda groaned as she collected her bearings. "Has that crab finally left me alone?"
"Nope!" Jaune announced a tad too excitedly. "I think I see it still on you, Ms. Goodwitch, just hold still and I'll take care of it!"
Glynda shook her head and spat out a wad of sand then looked upward to see a small crab waving to her a few feet away. She could hear the reeling of a towel and a dark chuckle from the boy she'd just whipped without consent.
"W-Wait, Mr. Arc!" Glynda pleaded and tried to untangle herself. "I-I may have gotten carried away, but that doesn't mean we can't be r-reasonable can we?!"
"Don't you worry a single, hair, Ms. Goodwitch! I'll make sure to deliver a proper act of punishment to the wicked!" Jaune stepped back and reeled his arm back as far as it could go while the other aimed at its target, Glynda's pale butt that was ripe for the striking.
"Righteous FURY!" Jaune announced with a cry that put a morning rooster to shame and released his pent-up stress.
"J-Jaune, I'm serious, p-please don't do this!" Glynda screamed in exasperation.
"WAAAAPSH!"
The howl of pain that came from Glynda was so loud that Yang winced, subconsciously rubbed her own bum after witnessing such a flesh-snapping towel whip, then fled for the shade beneath her umbrella when she saw Jaune's expression of resolved retribution. After that, Jaune profusely apologized and was left alone in his sand hole with the company of Pinchy who'd made a reappearance after venturing out to sea for some seaweed. At first, Jaune told the crab to leave him be, but after Pinchy presented him with a plastic flag of Mistral it had snagged off a food box for Jaune's sand castle in the making, all was well.
Second round: Glynda 1. Yang 1. Jaune: Crab+1. Justice served.
Meanwhile at Beacon...
"All in agreement to have Pyrrha sit in the corner of the classroom, say aye!" Nora announced as the Mistral champion was strapped to a stool in the middle of the room with the rope of Blake's Gambol Shroud.
"Aye!" Came the unified voices of RWBY. However, a certain lad with a pink streak in his hair remained silent and a dash of hope entered Pyrrha's pleading emerald eyes.
"Guys..." Ren sighed. "I think we're taking this a little too far. Everyone else has already left to work on their homework elsewhere because we're too loud."
"Don't try to be the voice of reason here, Ren!" Nora said with a hint of betrayal in her tone. "This is a serious matter of diplomacy which only we of the queen's court can deliver!"
"...Where are you even going with that?" Ren massaged his temples as he heard the whispers between the members of RWBY as they discussed the optimal way to keep Pyrrha's dangerous tendencies in check.
"I haven't done anything wrong!" Pyrrha huffed and struggled in her bonds. "What I said was nothing more than a meaningless jape that I would never carry out!"
Nora wagged a finger. "Tsk, tsk, must you always be so transparent, Pyrrha? It's obvious that you're the sort of criminal who puts on a polite mask for the public, but when you're alone and cornered, there's no telling how dirty you're hands will be after all is said and done."
"Nora," Ren's posture sagged, "stop trying to make our teammate into some sort of mass murderer..."
"Hah, you won't be saying that once I've shown you what Pyrrha keeps on her scroll!" Nora announced with a smile that rivaled the sun.
"What?" Said the crowd as they all tilted their heads as Pyrrha's face paled.
"Hehehe... especially the stuff our Mistral champion keeps in her private folder! What's this? BDSM?!" Nora wiggled her eyebrows as she waved Pyrrha's scroll for all to see.
"Nooo!" Pyrrha cried. The champion's desperation fueling her determination, Pyrrha broke the bonds around her legs but could not break the bonds around her arms and jumped at Nora with impressive power.
"Huh?" Was all Nora could mouth before she was slammed by a Mistral champion's stool at full throttle.
"Waaah! Ren! Get her off me!" Nora squealed as Pyrrha bore her fangs and chomped down on the Valkyrie's skull. The scene of the two females of JNPR running amok around the classroom with the black-haired male chasing after them in full swing, team RWBY observed the chaos and gave their opinions.
"Pyrrha's got something dirty on her scroll," Blake stated with twitching ears and a hidden sense of curiosity and understanding.
"I never thought that Pyrrha had that kind of imagination..." Ruby lamented at the realization that she alone was the only one with pure thoughts in the group.
"To think a young woman of her caliber would indulge in those sorts of ridiculous fantasies..." Weiss shook her head in disapproval.
"RENNY!" Nora yelled as her hair was on the verge of being torn off.
"I'm working on it!" Ren panted and caught Pyrrha by the legs and tried to pull her off. The whole scene looked like a wheelbarrow, with Nora as the wheel, Pyrrha as the basket, and Ren as the person pulling it along.
Back at the beach...
"And that should do it!" Jaune smiled in triumph as his gaze roamed the magnificent sand castle he'd devised. It was nothing to shake a stick at, that's for sure, as Jaune had included all the necessary components of a worthy castle.
A moat of water around it, a front gate built from bent straws, and three stories of sand with meticulously designed windows and ramparts, Jaune couldn't give himself a better pat on the shoulder after he'd taken a picture of his creation and sent the photo to his friends at Beacon.
"Man, I do wish the others were here, but I guess I'll just have to buy some ice cream bars for when they arrive." Jaune glanced at the soft white sand that spread for miles and sighed when he saw Yang and Glynda bickering in the near distance. For the life of him, he couldn't wrap his head around their arguments and wanted to remedy them as quickly as possible if he could.
"Hmm? What's that, Pinchy?" Jaune curled a brow as his little crab friend held up a sticker with a surfboard on it.
"That's it!" Jaune snapped his fingers and leaped over his sand castle. "Thanks, Pinchy, you've given me an idea to fix this entire debacle!"
The young man hurried off to his belongings and pulled out three donut-shaped, inflatable rafts that varied from the colors blue, yellow, and green then ran over to Yang and Glynda.
"You wouldn't understand the stress of a teacher!" Glynda snapped and put a hand on her hip.
"Please, do you have any idea how much extra work you gave us?" Yang growled back. "I've got eyebags that are almost as big as yours, and I'm twenty-two years younger than you!"
"W-What?" Glynda spluttered. "I-I'm not that old!"
"Hehe, you'd be surprised at the little tidbits of information Professor Port gives when he's telling his crazy stories. The last one he talked about included you and Dr. Oobleck during your first year at Beacon, and that was twenty-two years ago. Welcome to the forty's, Ms. Uptight and snooty."
"I'm not forty yet!" Glynda snarled.
Yang relished at the idea of spreading this around the school but had enough respect to keep the matter to herself. Though she'd be lying to say that she wouldn't keep this tidbit of information in case Ms. Goodwitch tried to give her extra homework or detention.
"You definitely don't look forty." Jaune's interrupted with a straight face. "You actually look a lot like my mom, and she's a supermodel."
Glynda blinked. To her horror, a dash of pink filtered into her pale cheeks as she crossed her arms and set her lips in an uncertain frown. Yang, on the other hand, rolled her eyes at Jaune's attempt to flirt and shrugged off his claim about his mother.
"I'm not joking," Jaune set down his beach floaties and pulled out his scroll. "Besides, you're wearing the latest edition of the spring catalog she modeled for. See?"
To Yang's bewilderment, she witnessed the gorgeous figure of a blonde woman whose cerulean eyes were a perfect match to Jaune's as she posed seductively for the camera in a green, two-piece swimsuit as the waves of a white beach crashed behind her.
"Y-You're the son of Daniella, the model who's always in the top ten of gossip queen's modeling magazine?!" Yang gasped. "Why did you never tell me this?!"
Jaune rubbed his neck. "Well, I don't want to be the kid who brags about how sexy his mom is..."
Yang closed her mouth and nodded. She had to respect a person's privacy, after all, and she didn't want Jaune to think less of himself as his self-esteem was already questionable at best. That being said, after Yang had gotten his confidence up, she would definitely ask him for his mother's signature the next chance she got.
"Yep, you'd be surprised that my mom is married though, because she's always blushing and acting like a nervous wreck whenever she and my dad hold hands in public." Jaune laughed. "There was this one time my dad asked her if she wanted to grab a bite to eat, but he wasn't paying attention when he said this and accidentally pointed at a lingerie store. After that, my mom's been begging me to ask Dad what sort of lingerie he likes... but that's not really something I'm comfortable with asking or answering."
"I see..." Glynda observed the photo. She could see why Jaune described his teacher as being similar to his mother, for they were both tall with impressive figures to boot, and it was this realization as to why Jaune was one of the few male students who didn't ogle her during class. Which Glynda was most appreciative of by the way.
"Yeah, so I can say with confidence, that since my mom isn't here, you're the sexiest woman on the beach Ms. Goodwitch," Jaune said and picked up his beach floaties while leaving the other two for his peers. "Anyhow, how about we get out of the hot sun and enjoy the waves?"
Jaune departed with a chuckle and dove into the water with a cannonball.
"What do you mean the sexiest woman on the beach? I was standing right in front of you, Jaune." Yang muttered sourly but was not as quiet as she hoped as Glynda gave a haughty giggle beside her.
"You needn't worry, Ms. Xiao Long, as I'm sure you'll eventually catch up to my mature beauty. Or maybe not, hmm?~" Glynda smirked as she picked up her floaty and followed Jaune.
"Oh, you are so gonna pay for that, Jaune." Yang brooded and hurried after her fellow blondes with her floaty tucked under her arm.
Third round: Glynda 2. Yang 1. Jaune: Flirting+10.
"Hah, now this is what I wanted!" Jaune's smile reflected the warm sun rays that basked his body. He paddled carelessly over the calm water, feeling every time that he bobbed up and down over the ways while his feet paddled his floatie along.
"Oh Jaune!~" Yang sang in a voice much too sweet. "How about you give me a hand over here?"
Jaune turned to his classmate, then reeled his head back at how close she was. Determined lilac eyes staring at a pair of confused blue, Yang revealed a bottle of sunblock and asked Jaune to apply it on her back.
"Wouldn't it be easier to do it on the beach?" Jaune asked. "It's kind of hard to do it on the water, my hands might slip."
"Oh, it's alright," Yang patted Jaune's back so hard he nearly fell off his floaty. "Besides, we need to remedy that comment you made earlier, and this is the best time to do it!"
"What are you talking about, Yang?"
"Don't play dumb, you know exactly what I'm talking about." The brawler pushed on.
"No, I really don't. Could you elaborate?"
A twitching nerve appeared above Yang's forehead. "The one about our teacher being the sexiest woman on the beach, you magnificent stud."
"Oh..." Jaune scratched his head. "Yeah, what about it? Ms. Goodwitch does look like my mom who's a model, so of course she's very pretty."
Yang bit her lower lip. "But what about me?" She said in a soft whimper of doubt. Truth be told, Jaune had sung his praises for Pyrrha, Ruby, Weiss, and Nora, but not once had she heard him speak of her in such a light.
"Hmm? What do you mean?" Jaune asked perplexed. "I think you're beautiful as well, just like my sister Saphron. You've got the doting sister stereotype like her too. Haha, you should have seen Saphron's face when she heard I was off to Beacon. Man, that was quite the celebrated catastrophe."
Yang blushed slightly at the compliment, but it didn't feel as impactful as it did for Glynda. That, and if Yang was going to be stuck with her teacher for the rest of the day, she didn't want to feel inadequate.
"Also, you're one of the people I don't really need to worry about, as no matter what comes your way you always power through it one way or another." Jaune rambled. "Have you seen how gorgeous your smile is when you're kicking Grimm to the curb? I do not doubt that you've already got the attitude of a veteran huntress, and before long, you'll be someone so famous that you'll have a mountain of fan letters when you check the mailbox."
Jaune smiled broadly and Yang's cheeks flushed.
"T-Thanks, I guess..."The brawler turned her head away and cutely bit her lower lip.
"My, that was a well-delivered speech, Mr. Arc." Glynda hummed mildly.
The two students jumped at their superior's voice and realized that Glynda had floated over while perched seductively on her floatie with her legs crossed over one another.
"Thanks," Jaune chuckled nervously as he noticed Yang's eyes flash a dangerous red.
"That being said, I'm sure you have a few words for me? At least, not ones you haven't already said." Glynda fluttered her eyelashes which made Jaune gulp.
Yang laughed. "Sorry, but vomit boy is pretty preoccupied with his amazing huntress in the making. So why don't you let us young folk get along?"
The brawler made sure to stress the word young, which did not go unnoticed by the older witch.
"Is that so? Well, I'm sure a more mature woman like me can teach Jaune all the lessons of being a capable hunter, and perhaps some other things if he's a nice lad.~" Glynda showed a wolfish grin and Jaune felt ashamed that he felt something stir below the chilly water.
"Stay away from Jaune's innocence!" Yang blurted with a red face and wrapped her arm around Jaune's shoulder to pull him into her generous chest.
"Marshmallows..." The young man's brain went on a fritz as a drop of blood dribbled from his nose. "Ms. Xiao Long!" Glynda scolded and snagged Jaune by the arm to pull him away, right into her own bountiful bosom which made the young man's head explode. "I should reprimand you for the indecent act you've just displayed!"
Time moving as the war for Jaune's compliments swung between the floaties, neither Yang nor Glynda realised their aura's had replenished just enough to be activated and used. As their tempers rose, their semblances flared and began to affect the water around them, and the only person who seemed to notice was Jaune.
"This was supposed to be my vacation!" Yang yelled as her hair gained a fiery glow while her eyes shifted to a dazzling red.
"You wouldn't understand the necessity of an adult's reprieve!" Glynda barked as the waves behind her grew considerably in size.
"Um... guys?" Jaune tried to say but was cut short after being buried in Yang's soft cantelopes.
"Jaune and I worked our butts off to be here earlier than anyone else! All you did was shove a mountain's worth of paperwork on us and call it a day!" Yang roared.
"Do you honestly think it's that simple?!" Glynda hollered. "I have to mark all those bloody worksheets after all is said and done!"
"Maybe we should calm down a bit..." Jaune panted before getting a faceful of Glynda's plushy melons as she snagged him back from Yang's greedy grasp.
"All I wanted was for you two to get off my beach!" Yang and Glynda screamed in unison.
"What? So was sharing never on the table? For Oum's sake, there's so much space around us we could fit a small town on this beach!" Jaune facepalmed at the petty behavior of his peers. Were they honestly this selfish?
Then it happened. In the heat of the moment when the initial topic was derailed, Yang blurted something that by all means crossed the line.
"Jaune doesn't want anything to do with your saggy forty tits!" Yang whined at the top of her lungs.
"EXCUUUSE MEEE?!" Glynda's temper erupted like a volcano as her semblance flared astronomically.
The water unstable and gathering into mountainous clusters, waves that rivaled that of a typhoon reached for the sky and came crashing down. Yang and Glynda's argument came to a complete stop as they realized the looming shadow above them, and with nowhere to go with their aura's expended, there was but one word to describe their oncoming doom.
"Shit." Jaune said with a calm face before he was scooped up by the tidal wave and sent so high he swore he saw Beacon Academy.
Tumbling and rolling in the water, Jaune yelled out to Pinchy who was preoccupied in digging itself a comfortable burrow in its new sandcastle.
"Pinchy, for the love of Oum, run for your life!" Jaune yelled. "Abandon the ramparts, open the gates, and swim over the moat to safety!"
The crab clicked its pincers and left its burrow. When it witnessed Jaune's rapidly approaching form, it shrugged, as if accepting its fate and happy that it had made a friend along the way.
"SPLOOOOSH!"
A quick cut to Beacon...
"Don't worry, Nora, I'm sure they've got red-colored wigs at the store..." Ren soothed.
"Do you know how many times Pyrrha bit me?!" Nora wailed as she sulked on the floor.
"M-Must delete all the v-videos..." Pyrrha whimpered with tears in her eyes as she flicked through her scroll.
On the other side of the classroom, Ruby was trying to keep up with Weiss' harsh tutoring while Blake offered soft advice, but neither seemed too keen on assisting the young reaper after her scroll beeped.
"Hmm? Oh, it's Jaune." Ruby grinned.
This got everyone's attention, as the knight had miraculously slipped everyone's mind as Yang's departure was much more flashy and vindictive. To their collective shock, the photo Jaune had sent was of him as he stood proudly atop a hill of soggy sand with a beach floatie tucked under his arm as he swung a flag bearing the Valesian sigil with the other.
"H-How did that idiot finish all his homework?!" Weiss said indignantly. "Yang I could maybe understand, but there's no way that that comic book lover could complete such a feat!"
"Guess this world is full of surprises." Blake hummed as everyone nodded in agreement.
Returning to the knight in question...
"Aaaand, done!" Jaune grinned from ear to ear at the completion of his new sandcastle. It had taken roughly an hour to complete his new, ten-storied, project, but the results were more than worth it.
"Urnf... Jaune? What's going on?" Yang groaned and gently shook her head. She tried to itch her nose but found her entire body submerged in heavy sand bar her feet as she felt her toes wiggle in the salty air.
"Ow... Where am I?" Glynda grunted and found herself an arm's length away from Yang, but was otherwise in the exact same position.
"Aha, you two are finally awake!" Jaune patted the sand off his hands and strutted over to his fellow blondes. "You were both out like a light, so after I made sure nothing was broken, I decided to put you in some sand coffins."
"Why?!" Glynda and Yang said in unison.
Jaune shrugged. "I figured this was an appropriate punishment for all the hostility and trouble you guys gave me. Gosh, and here I was, so happy that I'd have some friendly company on these sandy shores. Alas, greed is the doom of man. I think I read that in one of Dr. Oobleck's textbooks."
Just then, Jaune's scroll went off. He answered it and was surprised to hear his headmaster's voice.
"Hello, professor Ozpin, can I help you?"
Glynda's face paled at the mention of her superior.
"Er, yes, Ms. Goodwitch is here, but-wait what was that?"
More muffled ramblings from Jaune's scroll...
"Well, she's kind of preoccupied at the moment. You see, I kind of put her and Yang in a sand coffin..."
The words that came from Ozpin sounded rather elated.
"Huh? Well, yes, Ms. Goodwitch's feet are poking out, but why does that matter? Huh? Oh... I see."
Jaune ended the call and turned his sights to his elegant teacher and beautiful classmate with a wolfish smirk.
"M-Mr. Arc? W-Why are you looking at me like that?" Glynda gulped as the young man's bangs curled into devil horns.
"Mr. Arc, d-don't come any closer or I'll-hehe?!"
Glynda bit her lower lip as a hot blush spread on her cheeks. Her left foot twitched as something brushed against it, and after a few strokes along her arch, it was obvious the culprit was a finger.
"Ozpin said you were very ticklish, Ms. Goodwitch, and that weakness would serve as a proper punishment for your abuse of authority." Jaune grinned. "Hmm, and now that I look at it, I think you're shoe size is a ten, while Yang's is a seven. Huh, pretty lucky numbers if you ask me."
"W-We can work something else out!" Glynda panted in distress. "I-I'll give you more time to hand in next month's project and assist you on the hard parts! P-Please don't tickle me-hehehehe!"
Jaune's fingers skittered over his teacher's pale feet eliciting childish giggles unfit for a woman of Glynda's demeanor and height, but after a couple of seconds, he noticed Yang trying to slink deeper into the sand.
"Haha-hmph?!" Yang blushed as she felt an index finger drag along her toes. "J-Jaune, aren't you supposed to only be tickling Ms. Goodwi-hihihitch!"
"Hmm? What's that you got there, Pinchy? Oh, a seagull's feather? How nice of you!" Jaune chuckled mercilessly as he wagged the feather over his head for Glynda and Yang to see.
"J-Jaune, don't you dare!" Yang begged with tears in her lilac eyes.
"T-This is degrading for a woman in my position!" Glynda's toes scrunched and her foot flinched back as Jaune approached it with his feather. "T-Tickle Ms. Xiao Long inste-hehehead!"
The young knight made figure eights starting from Glynda's heel to the tips of her toes, which earned him the cutest giggles he'd ever heard. Glynda, all the while, detested every moment of it and bit her lower lip to try and hold back her laughter, but after Jaune abandoned the feather and dug his fingers into her arch, she was soon howling in uncontrollably.
"Keep those fingers away from me Jaune, unless you want a broken jaw when my aura comes ba-hahahack!" Yang squealed as Jaune wedged his fingers between her toes and softly scratched her heels and arch.
"Today was a good day to be at the beach." Jaune hummed as his chuckles were drowned by the loud volume of a very attractive older woman and a generously gifted classmate in the same grade.