Yang Xiao-long flopped into her sleeping bag beside Ruby, the two of them already having changed into their pajamas. She peeked over at her sister's choice of sleeping attire and found it fitting. A black tank-top in contrast to her own orange one, and lounge pants covered in strawberries as opposed to Yang's simple black short-shorts.
All of the new students were spending the night in the school's cafeteria. The tables had been all pushed to the side to make room for all of the student's soon-to-be slumbering forms.
"It's like a big slumber party!" Yang said as she looked around at the other students.
Ruby was busy writing away in a journal, her pen scratching as she kept her eyes down on the paper. "I'm not sure that dad would approve of all the boys, though."
Yang's eyes settled on a group of guys who had arranged their sleeping bags next to each other. Yang's eyes focused on their choice in pajamas. More specifically, Yang focused on the distinct lack of shirts. As if feeling eyes on them, the shirtless men were flexing their muscles in various poses and wrestling with each other.
"I know I do" Yang said as she practically purred. Her leer was cut off however, as someone walked in front of her view. "Down in front!" Yang said as her eyes finally focused on whoever dared to block her view of so many fine looking examples of the male form.
Instead of some muscle-bound eye candy, she got blonde,tall, and scraggly. Yang personally had nothing against Jaune, but he looked like he had been stuck underground for two years! She noted something was slightly off about the pale, blonde boy as he noticed her looking at him and waved.
Yang waved him over. Jaune looked momentarily confused before shrugging and making his way over. "What's up Yang?"
"How come you haven't changed to your pajamas? It's almost light's out."
Ruby finally looked up and noticed that Yang was right. Jaune was still wearing his black hoodie and jeans. He still even had his chestplate still on.
"Hey yeah! What's up Jaune?" Ruby said as Jaune looked increasingly uncomfortable.
Jaune sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Oh… I uh… sort of lost all my luggage…"
That caught the two sister's interest. "What happened? Is that your only set of clothing?" Yang said as she noted that his clothes did look like they had been lived-in for awhile. The hoodie was covered in amateurish sewing marks, and hastily stitched together thread.
Jaune nodded. "Pretty much." While not having enough time to buy more clothes, Jaune had been lucky enough to get a sewing kit in order to repair the clothes he did have. "I kind of got uh…" thrown off a moving train and died a horrible death "kicked… yeah kicked off a train"
Off in a corner by herself, a girl wearing a black bow momentarily flinched, before going back to pretending to read her book.
Yang noted the awkward pause, her eyes narrowing at Jaune. The blonde boy was hiding something. She also noticed that Jaune had neglected to mention why he had been kicked off the train. Ruby however simply forged on ahead.
"Oh no! That's awful. Just lemme know if there's anything me and Yang can do to help! Like if you need some spare clothes or maybe uh…" Ruby's voice trailed off as she realized who she was talking to. Specifically the gender of who she was talking to.
Yang latched onto her sister's budding embarrassment. It was what older sisters did after all. She shot a wink at Jaune's flustered face, he also having caught onto Ruby's gaffe. "Trying to get into our panties already eh, lady killer?"
Jaune momentarily froze.
"Crystal stop making me wear girls clothes!"
"But Jaune, you look so cute!"
"No means no Crystal!"
"C'mon… It's my birthday! You said anything I want and I want this!"
"You said last time was the last time!"
"But I just got this new dress and it would look perfect on you! Noire! Get over here! We're putting Jaune into a dress!"
"Really? Yay! Violet get the panties! We're playing dress-up!"
"Yaaaaaaaaang…" Ruby pouted as she smacked Yang with her pillow.
Jaune was broken out of his thoughts as the two sisters began to wrestle on the ground.
"I… uh… I think I'm good." Jaune said as Yang locked Ruby into a headlock, the younger girl squirming to get free.
"So what combat school are you from Vomit Boy? Ruby and me are from Signal."
Jaune shot Yang a glare and she simply shot a grin. Ruby continued to squirm for freedom, but was still met with no success.
"I never went to a combat school." Jaune said with a shrug as Ruby finally squirmed free.
"Who trained you then Jaune?" Ruby asked as she put some distance between herself and her sister. Yang simply stuck her tongue out at Ruby as Ruby did the same.
Jaune had a feeling that the two sisters weren't entirely paying attention to him, as the two continued to make faces at each other. "Just my dad." Glynda and Ozpin had helped him come up with a short back story. Jaune Arc, trained by his Huntsman father instead of a combat school. Short, sweet, and it wouldn't mean any transcripts to forge.
"That's pretty cool. We went to Signal, but we learned the basics from our dad and our uncle." Ruby said as the two sisters finally turned their attention to Jaune.
"You must have been pretty skilled then to get into Beacon without any transcripts," Yang said with a bit of surprise on her voice. Jaune didn't really look like he had any training at all. He looked like a stiff breeze might knock him over.
Jaune's thoughts however had momentarily drifted away the moment Yang had said "skilled".
"Uhm…"
Jaune ran forward towards a Grimm before tripping and falling. The grimm simply walked up and stepped on Jaune's head, his skull crunching beneath its paws.
"Well…"
Jaune ducked underneath a swing only to also drop his knife. As his hands fumbled with the knife on the ground, the Grimm's jaws clicked shut around his head, before separating it from his body. The now headless body dropped to its knees, as blood began to spurt from his now-beheaded neck.
"I... I wouldn't say…"
Jaune leapt through the air, knife firmly in his hand as he tried to land on top of a Grimm. Instead he had mistimed his leap, missing the Grimm by a wide margin. Jaune's leap took him off a cliff, where he plummeted and made a nice, red *splat* at the bottom.
"Skilled really…"
Yang waved off Jaune's comments, thinking he was just trying to be modest.
"Well we'll have to put that to the test won't we?" Yang finished her question with a feral grin, as Jaune visibly gulped. "Oh! H-hey! Look at the time! Gotta go!" Jaune's words babbled out as he turned and ran for his life, Yang's laughter following him as he left.
"Yaaaaang! Look what you did! You made Jaune run away! He's my only friend here!"
"Haha, no worry Rubes! You'll make plenty of friends here. C'mon let big sister Yang help you out!"
Yang grabbed Ruby and proceeded to drag her away, all the while ignoring Ruby's protests.
Blake's eyes followed Jaune as he quickly retreated from the cafeteria. She had seen him set up his sleeping bag apart from the others, a little bit outside the doors to the cafeteria. She wasn't sure why he had done chosen to sleep apart from the others but that simply made her job easier.
Tonight she was going to get some answers.
She had kept up with pretenses, donning a short yukata for her pajamas. Her black bow remained on her head however, as she sat in a corner pretending to read a book. The difference however was that Gambol Shroud was currently tucked away inside her sleeping bag.
She would have to wait until it got suitably late enough before she moved however, a time when everyone else was asleep and no one could interrupt them.
Her bow twitched momentarily, as the cat ears tied beneath them heard two sets of approaching footsteps.
She looked up to see a blonde girl and the girl who had exploded earlier approaching.
First she'd have to deal with these two. She'd get to Blue-Eyes later.
Sleeping always came surprisingly easy for Jaune. That act of simply slipping away came not only in sleep but also in death, and Jaune had a lot of practice dying. Really all Jaune had been able to do while bound for two years was to die and to sleep.
Tonight however was just sleeping, the sleeping bag given to him by Beacon was surprisingly comfy and Jaune had quickly curled up in its softness.
He did not dream while he slept this night. He no longer dreamt when he slept any night. When he was first captured, his sleep had been plagued by nightmares. Eventually they shifted to dreams of a peaceful life at home, of freedom and peace. Those dreams too eventually came to pass instead turning to nothing.
At first he had only been able to tell the difference between death and sleep by whether he had dreams or not. Now however, there was no difference and sleep and death had begun to blur together for Jaune.
His dreamless sleep tonight however was interrupted. Jaune's eyes slowly opened, unsure of what had caused him to stir.
He let out a slow yawn as he he tried to roll over and go back to sleep with in his sleeping bag, only to find that he couldn't. He shifted again, trying to find the cause. His wrists were bound, and his ankles were too. The material was oddly soft, but still strong, and would not shift.
He was still in his boxers, having stripped down in order to sleep more comfortably. In short he was tied up in his sleeping bag in nothing but his boxers.
'Oh god… It's just like Noire's smut book!"
Jaune had found Noire's smut shortly after he had stumbled upon Crystal's. On that day Jaune had lost most of his innocence.
Today it was looking like he might lose a bit more…
Two golden eyes stared at Jaune out of the darkness, his own eyes just barely able to make out the form of his apparent captor.
"...S-Sakura?" Jaune said as he internally whacked himself for calling out the name of a smut character.
"Shut. Up." The figure said as it slammed a blade into the ground beside Jaune's head. Now that she was closer, Jaune could see that the person was a she, and that was about it. Despite them being so close together, she had still managed to hide in the shadows, her face hidden in the dark.
'Oh god. It's exactly like that smut book. Which means…' Jaune gulped as he remembered what had happened next in the book.
"I ask the questions understand?" The woman asked as Jaune's face slowly began to heat up as his fantasies began to run away with themselves.
'Is she going to quote the entire book word for word or something?!'
Not trusting his voice, Jaune simply nodded. He could feel his face burning as he remembered the rest of this scene from the smut book.
"Answer my questions and you won't get hurt." Check.
"If I think you're lying, I won't hesitate to hurt you." Check.
"Cooperate, and I'm sure we'll get along just fine. Understand?" Aaaaaand check.
Jaune nodded as his brain momentarily stopped working. This woman was pretty much reenacting Noire's smut book word for word. That meant that eventually what happened in all smut books would happen to him. They were gonna doink. They were gonna doink hard in a scene that had completely destroyed Jaune's innocence. It was going to be hot. It was doing be heavy. It was going to be lewd in a way Jaune's teenage mind still couldn't comprehend.
Jaune was not ready. He also had no choice, just like Takeru from the book. Tied up, he was at the pervert's mercy.
"Just please… be gentle…" Jaune said as he looked away, unable to look into the golden eyes that held him in bondage. For all the things that Jaune had suffered, he was still innocent in the ways of the world. Chief among them was love and sex.
"I'll be gentle as long as you cooperate," the voice said although in a more soothing tone. The intimidation part of the interrogation was however, now she would get her answers.
"I just never thought my first time would be like this…" Jaune said as he closed his eyes in mortification.
That gave the figure pause. Blue-Eyes had thought about what his first interrogation would be like?
"W-With… with a pervert."
What.
"My parents always told me you shouldn't do stuff like this unless it was with someone you love."
What.
"I thought I'd find a girl, take her on a few dates, fall in love…"
What.
"And then maybe finally on a moonlit night, we'd… consummate our relationship."
What?
Wait.
"I didn't want it to be with someone I don't know reenacting a scene from some smut book for their jollies!"
What?! Oh god. It was just like Ninjas of Love! When Sakura first traps Takeru…
Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no, nonononono.
"Just please… be gentle…" Jaune finished as his blush darkened, unseeing of the same deep blush that was forming on the face of his captor.
With a strangled cry, the figure grabbed their blade and sprinted away, the material bounding Jaune also leaving with them.
Jaune peeked open his eyes, seeing the retreating form of his would-be lover. "Sakura?" He said, unsure of what had happened. Hearing no response, Jaune let out a sigh. That was close. As much as he had protested, that was a chance for him to finally lose his virginity. Another chance may never come along, especially his luck with the ladies.
"I'm going to die a virgin…" Jaune said as he flopped back into his bed. "Wait.. I've already died… Dammit! I've already died a virgin! Multiple times!" Jaune said with a wail as he tried to hide back inside of his sleeping bag.
He hoped whoever had approached him was having a better night.
"She seemed kind of familiar though…"
Blake Belladonna was having the worst night. That was not how an interrogation was supposed to go! She had conducted many similar ones while still in the White Fang, her questions usually swiftly being answered.
Her face burned as she realized what Blue-Eyes had thought was happening and she couldn't blame him. Running over their conversation, she realized she had pretty much reproduced the scene in question word for word.
She dove back into her sleeping bag as she tried to hide her face from the world. Curse Blue-eyes! She would never forget this embarrassment. The next interrogation would not be the same!
Jaune spent the rest of the night and the rest of the morning unmolested. That was Jaune's own personal preference in regards to being molested and he was hoping it would stay that way.
Right now however, he was trying to find his locker.
"636…. 636… Where the hell is locker 636?!" Jaune was already wearing his armor, and his hunting knife was still strapped to his thigh.
Crocea Mors however was still stuck in his locker.
"This is ridiculous! There's no way I put my gear in locker 636 yesterday! I would've remembered having to count that high!" Jaune cursed his misfortune as he continued to stalk around the locker room, still searching in vain.
Two familiar faces caught his eye however, and he made his way over hoping for some help.
"Hey Ruby. Hey Yang." He said as the two sisters turned to greet him.
"Hey Vomit Boy."
"Hey Jaune, how'd you sleep?"
Jaune blew a raspberry at Yang, before turning to address Ruby. "It was all rig- wait! You two have to be careful!" Jaune placed a hand on Yang and Ruby's shoulders. The two sisters noted the grim look on Jaune's face, and they felt themselves worry a little.
Jaune looked around conspiratorially for a little while, before motioned the two sisters closer.
Ruby and Yang leaned in expectantly, wondering what had gotten their new friend so riled up.
"There's a pervert here at Beacon!"
A certain girl with a black-bow flinched as she stood in front of her locker, her bow twitching as she tried to listen in on the conversation.
Ruby and Yang simply looked blankly at Jaune.
"A wha-"
"A pervert! Last night! They tied me up.. A-and…"
"And?"
"They t-tried to do stuff with me…"
Jaune hung his head in shame and shyness, unable to meet the eyes of the two in front of him.
Ruby turned to Yang. "Yang, what kind of 'stuff' is Jaune talking about?"
Yang laughed nervously. "Ahehe. D-don't you worry about it Ruby! Oh hey! Look at that sword thing!"
"Where!" Ruby said, effectively distracted from the potentially disturbing talk they would need to have.
"Not a word to Ruby, understand?" Yang said as she put her finger in Jaune's face. Jaune simply gulped as he nodded.
"U-understood… Uhm…"
"What?"
"Could you help me find my locker?"
Yang had helpfully pointed Jaune on his way, desperate to end the conversation.
His locker had actually been a lot closer than he had thought, and now Crocea Mors was comfortably strapped to his hip. Feeling a little better with his family weapon strapped to his hip, Jaune made to leave, only to stop.
In his way stood Weiss chatting with a red-haired girl. Weiss the girl he had thought was attracted to him yesterday. Weiss the girl he had made an idiot of himself in front of. That Weiss.
Jaune sighed as he continued to make his way over, he needed to get this over with.
"Hey Weiss." He said as he walked closer. Weiss stopped chatting with the red-haired girl and turned to face Jaune, only for her eyes to narrow as soon as she sw who it was.
"You…"
"Hehehe… me" Jaune said as Weiss's face somehow turned even darker.
"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy talking?" Weiss said as she folded her arms in front of her.
"Oh I'm sorry! Well I actually wanted to say sorr- I mean. Uh… Hi, my name's Jaune." Jaune bailed from his apology, already sensing that it would fail from the thunderous look on Weiss's face. Instead he turned to the girl that Weiss was talking to previously.
He extended his hand in greeting, as the girl did the same. "Nice to meet you Jaune!" Jaune continued to hold her hand, waiting for her name. Silence passed between them, as they continued to hold hands. Jaune broke first, it was just becoming too awkward. "And your name is…"
That seemed to draw Weiss back into the conversation. "Don't you know who you are talking to?!"
Jaune looked at the flustered Weiss, and then back at the slightly blushing girl who had noticed how long they had been holding hands.
"Uh… no?" Jaune said as he shot a confused look at the blushing girl. A brief look of surprise came on Pyrrha's face, before morphing into a beautiful smile. Weiss however was not smiling.
"That is the Pyrrha Nikos!"
"Uh… who?" If anything, the smile on Pyrrha's face grew wider. "Hello again!" she said as she continued to shake Jaune's hand.
"Oh! Hi Pyrrha. I was sort of waiting for you to introduce yourself," he said giving Pyrrha's hand one last shake before letting go.
"Oh! I'm so sorry I-" Pyrrha said as she blushed once more, but this time in embarrassment.
Jaune cut her off with a smile. "It's fine! Don't worry about it."
Pyrrha smiled in return. "Well I-"
This time Pyrrha was interrupted by Weiss. "How could you not know who Pyrrha Nikos is? She graduated top of her class in Sanctum!"
"A What-tum?"
This only seemed to anger Weiss further. "She won the Mistral regional tournament four years in a row! A new record!"
"The what?"
Weiss's face was practically red with rage as her arms began to wave about wildly. " She's on the front of every Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes box!"
That caught Jaune's attention. He gasped as he looked at Pyrrha in a new light. " Wow! But they only do that for star athletes and cartoon characters!"
Pyrrha smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, it was pretty cool. Sadly, the cereal isn't very good for you."
Jaune smiled dreamily as he thought back to his memories of eating the cereal. "Yeah, they're the best…"
Weiss simply huffed at him. "That's what catches your attention? Have you been living in a cave or something?"
"Well…." I guess the lab was kind of underground "technically yes?"
As Weiss continued to berate Jaune, Pyrrha looked at Jaune with a cunning glint in her eye.
'Bingo'
A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for the later than usual update, and thanks for all the kind reviews! It's heartwarming to see that you all like me for something aside from all the gore.
I actually had this whole chapter written before I ended up deleting everything because it was no good. As a result, this chapter probably hasn't been properly proofread and there maybe several writing errors. If you spot any let me know!
As always, thanks for reading and please review!
And as a gift, an omake of an idea that I wish I could retcon in.
Omake:
Jaune sat nervously in front of his father. He had finally made it home after two years, and he was unbelievably happy. He was going to have to leave again however, and his father did not look happy.
Brun Arc sat in front of Jaune, in his hands was Crocea Mors. He briefly rubbed his perfectly coiffed blonde mustache as he regarded his son in front of him. He didn't know what his son had gone through, nor did he know what he was going through. All that he knew was that he couldn't help his son. Not directly anyways.
That meant he'd have to help invigorate Jaune's spirit. And as a man, there was really only one way to get that point across.
Brun's Arc's body tensed, and Jaune looked at his father worriedly. All of the sudden Brun's body began to bulge as his muscles began to tense. Jaune slowly began to inch away.
Brun's shirt burst forth from his body, unable to contain what was within. He flexed his muscles, shredding the clothes ripping away from his body into shreds. His biceps swelled, his back was rippling with muscle, his abs were rock-hard and his pecs were dancing as he flexed them.
He unsheathed his sword, as both he and the blade began to sparkle.
"THIS SWORD HAS BEEN PASSED DOWN THE ARC LINE FOR GENERATIONS!"
Jaune tried to scoot away, only to find himself backed up against the wall as his father's muscles continued flexing at him.
"SEE THIS BODY! FLAWLESSLY SCULPTED IN THE SERVICE OF THE PEOPLE."
Brun Arc pressed his bulging muscles against Jaune's face as he continued to flex.
"FEEL HOW THEY PULSE WITH LOYALTY! HOW SOLID AND SERIOUS THEY ARE! FEEL!"
Jaune was crying as he tried to squirm away, only to be met with failure.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND SON?"
I really regret only having thought of this after the fact. Major Armstrong as Jaune's father would be amaaaazing.
