Sorry it took so long! Enjoy! Review if you can! Also, Team RWBY finally gets shown, but it's not time for them to get a full chapter yet!
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Anyways, that's not important... much. Back to the story! It's not a massage chapter where Jaune is massaging someone as usual, but it does fit in the plot. Also, I haven't officially decided on the pairing either. Yes, I know, it's looking more and more like Arkos, but it was easier to have team JNPR be introduced into the plot than team RWBY earlier. Team RWBY currently doesn't suffer from team miscommunication and stuff.
"My back hurts. I hate those damn manners lesson," moaned Yang as team RWBY were heading back to the dorms. They had just finished an etiquette lesson, something most of the students moaned about, but it was strictly enforced by all the Professors. Yang and the rest of the students had to suffer 'proper' posture on the hard and uncomfortable seats. It hadn't helped that she had just fought an intense match against an upperclassman for training.
"I don't see how learning proper form in a high-end society party would lead to your problem," scowled Weiss, "I've been doing it all my life, and I've never had that problem."
"Yea, well, you didn't have these babies, past, present, and maybe not in the future" teased Yang as she lifted her gifted chest up with her hands, showcasing them for Weiss to see.
Weiss huffed as she stormed back into the room first, followed by the other quickly.
"Yang! That was mean," pouted Ruby, though her hand was also on her back. She had not taken the etiquette lesson well either, though she was much better off than Yang. Her problem more stemmed from being called out every time she fidgeted, which was a lot.
"It was murder on our muscles," groaned Blake as she followed them, "I wonder how Pyrrha and Nora don't have problems with theirs. They suffered the same thing as us, and yet they don't even seem bothered."
"Maybe they massage each other's backs? Or their partners do it?" said Ruby.
"I don't think so," replied Blake, "Pyrrha's partner Oreo is a bit of a creep. I can't imagine Pyrrha allowing him to even touch her. Nora would just smash his legs. Ren's the only male the two would probably even consider allowing to do so, but I don't think it's him. Not to mention, it would be hard for them to do it without Oreo butting in."
"So what's their secret?" growled Yang as they made it to the dormitory, only to be stopped by Weiss.
"Here," said Weiss as she held out her Scroll, "I made appointments for all of us for a massage this Saturday. I remember seeing flyers for this place all over Beacon at one point and figured it would be useful. Meanwhile, I've made some warm compress for our backs."
"Thanks, Weiss," smiled Yang weakly, "Guess you're not so Weiss-cold."
They all groaned at the pun before settling down on their beds.
"What's the place called again?" asked Ruby.
"Elysium Oasis. It just recently opened when Beacon started the semester. I've looked at a few reviews, and so far it doesn't look too bad. There was a one-star review out of five stars, but they are quite rare. Not to mention Ozpin is allowing the flyers here in Beacon and even posted one on the Beacon website ad space. You know how rare that is to get? It must've cost a fortune!"
Jaune and Ozpin sneezed at the same time before getting back to their task. Weiss didn't know, but Ozpin had done it for free.
"Urgg but it's on a Saturday morning," groaned Ruby as she checked the time, "Can we last that long? It's only Tuesday!"
"I suppose we could go one at a time instead," said Blake diplomatically as she checked Jaune's website, "There are openings for the other days, though we wouldn't be able to get the whole team in on one day."
"We should put it to a vote then," announced Ruby, "Can we last till the weekend, or are we in desperate need of it? I admit it would be a good team bonding moment."
While they began discussing the pros and cons, they heard Pyrrha running out the door. They peaked to see her dashing through the halls with her gear, swiftly avoiding others.
"What's got her in such a hurry?" commented Yang, pressing the warm compress on her back a bit harder.
"Dunno. Maybe something to do with her other job? A photo shoot?" mused Ruby.
"It must be important if she's going that fast," remarked Weiss, "I remember Pyrrha seeming to be impatient with today and dashed out the door as soon as class ended."
"I thought it was mainly to avoid Oreo," frowned Ruby.
"It could be part of the reason," reasoned Blake before team RWBY returned to their rooms to debate about the massage times.
Pyrrha was a maiden on a mission. As soon as class was over, she bolted out the door without waiting for her teammates, though Nora and Ren didn't mind. They knew what she was doing and even encouraged it. Oreo, on the other hand, never got the chance to figure out nor ask Pyrrha if she wanted to train together. She went to NNUL dorm, switched off into her Huntress gear at near light speed, grabbed her weapons she had purposely left in there, and ran out the dorm once more to catch the Bullhead. Jaune had the day off, and she wanted to come over to help Jaune get started in training.
As she rushed towards the Bullhead, she almost ran over somebody else while doing so.
"Sorry!" called out Pyrrha as she weaved around the old man.
"Haha I can see you're in a hurry," waved the old man, "Just go. Don't want to be late now!"
Pyrrha nodded back and jumped into he Bullhead, telling the pilot to take off.
Aurivelle Arc chuckled as he saw the Huntress in training leave Beacon for Vale. Such a cute girl would be suited for his grandson! Speaking of which, he should look for him. He asked a few students about Jaune Arc, but none of them seemed to know about him. Frowning at this, he decided to just head directly towards the Headmaster's office to get to the bottom of this.
Ozpin himself was looking at some documents when he heard the chime of the elevator, signaling somebody was coming up. He glanced up, knowing that there was no scheduled meeting between the Professors or Doctor. His face faltered as soon as the doors opened.
"Ozpin!" boomed Aurivelle as he entered, "How have you been?
"Aurivelle," greeted Ozpin, adopting a warm face, "Haven't seen you for a long time. How is your family doing?"
"Fine, fine! My oldest granddaughter just announced that she's pregnant! I'm going to be a great-grandfather soon! But enough of this, I didn't come here to discuss that. How's Jaune doing? Is he a leader? Is he doing well? How's Beacon treating him? Call him up here, I want to say hi to him!"
"... That may be difficult to do."
"Hmm? How so? It's the first semester still, so they shouldn't have missions yet! Or did that system change? Haha, was my son's team so talented that you were forced to put them on a mission early on?"
"... None of the above. Jaune isn't at Beacon."
"Hmm? Did I make a mistake? I thought he applied for Beacon. Or was it Shade? No, I'm sure it was Beacon."
"No Jaune did apply to Beacon. I rejected his application."
Aurivelle froze for a second before slowly turning towards Ozpin, a smile frozen on his face, "Say that again?"
"I denied him entry. There were just too many candidates this year."
"I see," said Aurivelle before walking up towards his desk, staring at Ozpin before slamming both hands down on the desk, his face in outrage, "What the hell Ozpin!? Why!? I asked for a favor, Ozpin! You owe my family this favor, and this is how you show your gratitude? By refusing my only grandson a path to his dreams!?"
"Then why didn't he know about Aura or anything a Huntsman should know?" Asked Ozpin coolly, also changing his facade from warm to frosty "For Oum's sake, his Aura wasn't even unlocked. Were you trying to send him to his death? Do you hate your only grandson? Perhaps to extinguish him without raising your hand?"
"Don't you dare say that!" roared Aurivelle, his fists clenched so tightly that it turned white while flares of yellow Aura sparked off from his body, "I love my family! You know us Arcs do anything for our family!"
"Then why would you send a boy into an Academy without any hint of Aura?" asked Ozpin with the same tone of voice, "It seems to me you wanted to be rid of him."
"Bullshit! You're stepping too far there, Ozpin!"
"Then explain to me why you wanted me to have him go through initiation through a Grimm infested forest. The boy seems like he doesn't even have any training! Why not unlock his Aura at all!?"
Aureville remained silent, sighing deeply as he dug out a cigarette. He rarely smoked, and only did so under extreme stress. He took the time to reign in his anger and Aura.
"This doesn't leave the room," demanded Aureville as he lit the cigarette and began smoking it a bit before continuing, "But we tried to do that. All of my family, and we even called some other Huntsmen and Huntresses we trusted. For some reason, none of us could provide the catalyst to unlock it. The only hint of a chance for him to unlock his Aura was the alternative. Be placed in a dangerous situation and let his emotions be the catalyst, something none of us wanted nor could control. Having him go through initiation would have been the safest way for him."
He took a deep drag of his cigar before continuing, "I know how much you care for the students, and that you have cameras everywhere at the forest, not to mention you have the upperclassmen patrolling the areas during initiation, even though you tell all initiates that staff members would only monitor and not intervene. You place safety in the highest priority."
"Why not try to steer your grandson to a different path then?" asked Ozpin curiously.
"We did want to, but none of us really had the heart to crush his dreams. But what cinched it was the Arc's family sword, Crocea Mor."
"The sword used in the Great war by your grandfather? I've heard some legends, but I'm not too familiar with it."
"Yes well, that sword is very selective. It weighs much heavier than it looks, and is very durable and sharp. Yet Jaune, at the tender age of 4, managed to lift it, which shouldn't have been possible at all. Only a few people can wield that sword with such ease. I know from the records that those chosen by the sword are allowed to wield its true power. That's why my whole family decided to let him chase his dream."
"You're basing it off a sword he could lift?"
"A bit foolish, but that's not all. When we were trying to unlock his Aura, we could feel the vast amount of Aura in his body. All that power, yet unable to access it. Do you know how hard it was for us, that his family, couldn't help him with his dream at all while his sisters were able to chase theirs with our help? That we couldn't even help support him while the rest of the family got their support?"
The two of them remained silent for a bit as Aureville smoked his cigar.
"Well, you'll be glad to know that Jaune is at least safe," said Ozpin suddenly as he sipped his coffee, "I have spent some time with him earlier in the semester.
"You know where he is?" said Aureville sharply.
"He's currently residing in Vale, working as a masseur. A talented masseur, I might add. I am considering hiring him as part of Beacon's staff for massages. And no, I was not the one who did so. I am unaware who was the one."
"Huh. I was wondering why Jaune didn't just return home."
"I believe he thought his family would be ashamed of him. That, and he still intends to pursue the path of becoming a Huntsman."
"Haha that's my grandson! Never giving up and defying expectations! Though I don't understand why he thought we would be ashamed. We love him too much to ever think that. His parents told him it was okay if he didn't make it, just to come home safe. Especially his seven sisters. Hell, they didn't want Jaune to leave!"
"I believe it's because of that statement your son and daughter-in-law made. It could've been construed as Jaune thinking his parents didn't have faith in his abilities."
"... Maybe. But I was banking on you doing me a solid. Which you still owe, since you rejected it," glowered Aurivelle.
"True, but I look forward to when Jaune reapplies here. Will you be visiting your grandson?"
"I'll think about it. Might be good to surprise him, but he might think we didn't trust him to get into Beacon. He's written a few letters at home on how he's enjoying the place. He led us to think he was at Beacon, but nothing can be done now. I just hope he's doing fine."
Meanwhile, at the rooftops of Jaune's apartment, Pyrrha was teaching Jaune the basics of swordsmanship, as well putting him through his paces. Jaune had been working through P90X, something Pyrrha insisted he continued. She also guided him through the basics of Aura training while giving him a book about it.
"I appreciate you coming to teach me, but can you really afford the time?" gasped Jaune as he finished his one-hundredth swing. Pyrrha had told Jaune that a wise man once said that he feared one man who practiced one strike a thousand times and mastered it than a man that swung a thousand times at random.
"No worries. I brought my study materials with me," smiled Pyrrha as she lifted a book she had been reading, "Now let's try it again after a 5-minute break. We can go over some history lessons together from Beacon."
The two of them studied together, with Jaune being the student and Pyrrha being the teacher. Though they were going over some old materials Pyrrha had learned in the first month, she found out she liked teaching Jaune. When Jaune raised concern about not letting Pyrrha going over the newer stuff she learned, she dismissed it as she had to go over her old notes anyways. Doctor Oobleck had hinted he would be making a comprehensive exam for both the next exam and fourth and final exam.
Soon, night fell upon them, forcing Pyrrha to leave, but not before Jaune cooked up something for her to take home. It was a simple tomato egg fried rice, but it was still something that smelled delicious and much more enjoyable than Beacon's food. As Pyrrha was about to step out the door, she stopped and quickly turned around back to Jaune.
"Let's exchange Scroll numbers," suggested Pyrrha, holding out her Scroll.
"Sure," nodded Jaune as he took out his private Scroll and held it out in front of him. The two Scrolls linked up to each other via wireless, allowing Pyrrha to also send a few video files to him as well as her contact number.
"Those videos are some instructions on sword combat," smiled Pyrrha as she pocketed her Scroll, "Feel free to use them while I'm not here. Unfortunately, I won't be able to come next week. This weekend I'll be busy with my sponsors, going over some stuff and a photo shoot. I can make it next Tuesday and the weekend, but the Tuesday after that weekend I will be unavailable. All first years will be going to Forever Falls for a small mission. I believe we will be collecting red sap as our project."
"Cool. Maybe you can collect some red sap for me. I've never used it before in my waffles before."
"I'll be sure to save you some," smiled Pyrrha, "Work hard, and come to Beacon next year!"
"Ren, food. Your Queen demands pancakes," groaned Nora hungrily as she laid on her bed. The school cafeteria had decided to make lasagna and botched it horribly. Many students were forced to go hungry, try the lasagna and get food poisoning, make their own food, or call for fast food.
"Nora, it's not healthy to eat pancakes every day for all meals," lectured Ren, "I'll make something from the fridge."
He opened it and frowned to see it empty. He was sure he had stored some chicken wings and thighs in the fridge that he had been marinating. Then Oreo came out of the kitchen munching on the said chicken.
"Oreo, did you grab the chicken from the fridge?" asked Ren calmly, hoping not to jump to conclusions.
"Hmm? Yea I got hungry, thanks to the cafeteria lasagna night. Opened up the fridge and saw this baby all ready to be cooked and eat."
"And you didn't think to ask why that was there?"
"What's the matter? Was it yours? Pfft, you can buy more. I was hungry. We're teammates, aren't we? We share stuff. Plus I thought you guys would be eating pancakes again."
'Hypocrite,' thought Ren angrily in his mind. Oreo had exploded on Nora when she grabbed his candy bar, which was roughly 1 Lien, telling her not to take his stuff that he had bought with his own Lien. Yet he had no qualms about taking other stuff for himself and 'justifying' it. The prime example was the chicken he was eating, which had cost Ren roughly 50 Lien to buy and prep with other ingredients.
"I'm back!" announced Pyrrha.
"Pyrrha! Food, please!" moaned Nora from her bed, "The cafeteria decided on Lasagna surprise, and to their surprise, nobody ate it."
"It couldn't be that bad," frowned Pyrrha.
"Their secret ingredient was apparently bananas," said Ren dully, "I saw someone try it and spat out a banana peel."
"Well, I'm pretty full," said Oreo as he patted his stomach, "That chicken was delicious. If you guys order out, get me something small."
"Wasn't that chicken Ren and Nora's?" asked Pyrrha suspiciously.
"It was," replied Ren.
"Aww don't be a cheapskate," chuckled Oreo as a patronizingly patted Ren on the head, "I needed the food. Being Pyrrha's partner means I have to have more energy to keep up."
"You ate our chicken!?" shouted Nora in anger.
"Oreo, you can't just take their stuff," scolded Pyrrha, "You made a big show about respecting teammate's stuff, and now you're acting like a hypocrite."
"It was just chicken," whined Oreo, "No need for anger. I'll be at the gym working out."
Oreo left as he tossed the chicken bones into the trash, humming some random song.
"He is the worst roommate," declared Ren, "Surely we can ask for a new one?"
"I'm sure he'll come around," said Pyrrha weakly, "He isn't bad at fighting, and he does know about Dust products."
"And that makes it all better," sighed Nora sarcastically, "Pyrrha, sorry to ask, but can you spot us some Lien for food tonight? We'll pay you back."
"No need," smiled Pyrrha, "I just came back from Jaune and he gave me this!"
She pulled out the container and opened it up to reveal the tomato egg fried rice, still fresh and steaming. Though Jaune only made enough for one rather big serving, she was willing to split it with the others.
"Man, can we just get Jaune to live with us, no wait, kick Oreo out and have Jaune as our teammate!" proclaimed Nora.
"We can't just do that," said Pyrrha sternly, though she was considering it.
"As much as we don't like Oreo, he is still a teammate who knows how to fight," sighed Ren, "Nora, just try to hang on for tonight. I'll make us some pancakes tomorrow."
"Okie dokey," said Nora as she went to take a bath.
"You sure you don't want something more?" asked Pyrrha, "I can pay for it. I'm still rather hungry myself."
"It's alright. This isn't the first time we've done this," Ren smiled sadly.
Pyrrha frowned before deciding in her mind to take a more strict policy. She was the leader, and no way was she going to let Oreo ruin the whole team dynamic! She would need to speak with Professor Goodwitch soon if Oreo wasn't going to respect their boundaries.
And done! I'll try to get the next chapter up earlier, but no guarantees! Now I really should go watch Black Panther and Infinity War.
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