Blake Belladonna couldn't find a quiet place to read, everywhere she went students were chattering about another student.

They gave absolutely no regard to the fact that it was almost the middle of the night, and sure she hadn't been trying to sleep - there was no way she would leave herself vulnerable here - she just wanted to catch up on some books.

The longer she put this ever growing series on hold the more potential spoilers would grow. And yet, as stated before, not a single area had been devoid of chatter. Every single place in this academy was occupied by students who couldn't stop gossiping.

Around every nook and cranny, down every crevice and niche, incessant whispers of a madman had spread. From the roof to the basement the rumors had reached everywhere.

Honestly, Blake Belladonna was sick of hearing about- "Jaune Arc, The Weapon Whisperer!" Blake blinked at someone coincidentally voicing her thoughts, the chance had actually been high, his name had been uttered by just about everyone she had come across.

"And I don't care who you are, so please refrain from talking to me."

Blake blinked, her brain registered the familiar voice before it understood the contents of Weiss Schnee's words.

Curiosity finally got the better of her - an eternal struggle fated since birth - and she peeked out from her finding spot to find out just who was Jaune Arc.

If word of mouth was to be believed, he was a seven foot tall adonis with flowing golden locks and he had multiple wives hanging off his bulging tree trunk thick arms, he was supposedly responsible for single handedly ending the fires of war and he fed orphans on his day off, and then he ate those orphans. They say a single word from him can deplete a person's entire Aura, and another word can restore it.

And as Blake saw a rather noodly blond boy - lacking everything else described - talking to Weiss Schnee, sure he was cute enough but he was no adonis, perhaps Jaune Arc had grown famous enough to have imposters.

"C'mon baby, just give him a chance." The blond boy's voice was surprisingly husky as he was leaning against a locker and staring down at a red faced ice princess.

"S-stop it!" She stomped a heel and huffed. "Stop talking and get out of my way! And never show your face to me again." She seemed equal parts embarrassed and frustrated.

"He's eager to play around with you, oh the fun to be had." Oddly enough, Blake almost felt like his words didn't fit into the conversation, Jaune - or the imposter - showed no reaction to Weiss' outburst.

"I don't care what your sword wants!" Weiss screeched like a banshee as her face somehow got redder. "Y-You v-vulgar, p-perverted, you-you-" She stuttered with a face that just couldn't handle her current situation.

"Yeah, uh-huh, really, yeah no I could tell her." And Jaune just nodded before he looked Weiss in the eyes. "Yo', so we've had a little chat and this little flower," he paused as he stepped forward and placed a hand on her waist, "feels like you aren't treating her fairly, so she wants a break." He finished and pulled back his hand, in his grip a silver rapier.

"Hey-whu!?" Weiss had stumbled away from his advance and then shock fell on her face as she realized what had happened. "Hey! Give it back!" She snapped her hand out.

"So like she said," Jaune continued to talk uninterrupted as he kept her sword out of her grasp, "she'll still help in battle but in her free time she'll be with me and Corcea Mors. He kinda fell in love and wants to explore a relationship right now."

"Wh- uh- who," she hopped, "do," she jumped, "you," she leapt, "think," something resembling a dance played out in the locker room for the sole observer as Weiss desperately tried to retrieve her weapon, and Jaune effortlessly moved from where she had been aiming before she started moving, "you are!?" She screamed as a glyph sprung up beneath her feet as she shot forward.

Jaune twirled and evaded her. "Thanks Myrtenaster, you wouldn't believe how long it took Corcea to teach me anything." He spoke to the stolen rapier in his hand before he turned to face the girl who had charged head first into a locker. "She says that you don't have enough honor, justice, generosity and patience, to be her true master."

"I-I-I'll g-get y-you for thi…" The dazed girl drifted off into unconsciousness.

Jaune opened a locker a few feet away from Weiss and placed two weapons inside. "Be safe you two, don't do anything I wouldn't do, I'll be back in the morning." He whispered in a low voice. "Good night and sweet dreams."

Blake couldn't understand what she had witnessed, Jaune(?) had just stolen Weiss Schnee's weapon and claimed some outlandish things. Finally, as she stared at the collapsed heiress, her brain realized what had happened. This guy had played that girl like a fiddle, clearly it had been his intention from the start to humiliate the uptight girl.

Odd that he didn't do it publicly, but maybe he couldn't wait for another opportunity, it was a shame. Blake couldn't count the number of Faunus who would pay good money to watch the show he had put on. The least she could do was congratulate him on their behalf and for the good entertainment.

As he began approaching the locker room exit, Blake revealed herself.

Jaune Arc looked bewildered,

Blake stepped out of her hiding place, the trash can, and she gently placed the lid she was holding back over the rim before she turned to the boy. "Know that though the world would never know, I witnessed all." She solemnly informed him, a little different than what she had intended to say but it felt more natural.

"Huh?" Jaune quizzically tilted his head, and then he averted his gaze. "Okay, jeez, calm down." He sounded annoyed, and then after he continued walking away, "I am. You don't have to tell me twice." And as he opened the door leading out he paused. "Oh fine, jeez make up your mind." He turned and looked her in the eyes. "Belladonna, your bow wants you to know that it's sorry."

Blake blinked.

"I'm leaving!" Jaune groaned and closed the door. It was only because of her enhanced hearing that she heard his next words. "First time meeting someone with weapon ears, and an annoying bow just had to scream at me to look away, that sucks man." He grumbled.

Myrtenaster-

Myrten: (German/Myrtle): Flower: Represents honor, justice, prosperity, generosity, hope, love, and happiness.

Aster: Flower: Represents love, wisdom, faith, daintiness, patience, and charm, purity and innocence.

Belladonna-

The plant deadly nightshade.

A drug prepared from the leaves and root of deadly nightshade, containing atropine.

Weapon-

A thing designed or used to injure, defeat, or destroy (cause physical damage).

A means of gaining an advantage, contending against another in conflict.