Yeaa new chapter! Yea, yea, I know, that little spoiler was made out of paper because it was tearrible.

*Runs to bombing shelter to avoid incoming projectiles.*

Alright, now to the story! Look at A/N at the end!

Cover art by KegiSpringfield!

Jaune was humming to himself as he had the day to relax. It was a Thursday, and the only important appointment today was Velvet coming in for an interview. He was busy cleaning up his room while downstairs, he had finally hired the cleaning service Roman recommended to him. Trusting them to not do anything stupid or criminal, Jaune focused on cleaning his own apartment while they cleaned the store. He also had the plaster company come in earlier to give him an estimate on how much it would cost to repair the wall. When he got the price, he frowned and decided to delay on making the decision. If what Ren said was true, it would be easier and cheaper to have him try to do it. Granted Ren didn't have any certification or license to do the job, but he was Pyrrha's friend, and someone who he trusted too. That, and he was operating under a fake license, too.

He was busy scrubbing his stove when he heard the unmistakable sound of a bell chime, telling him someone had entered. Taking a quick peek at the clock, he saw it was still only 4 in the afternoon. The cleaning crew had finished at 12:30 P.M. Who would come here at this time when he clearly had the closed sign on? Maybe it was Velvet, and she was here early? He decided to quickly go downstairs to deal with it.

Yang Xiao Long was standing in the room, a bit nervous but desperate. She had heard from other teams how this place was the best place to get a massage. Granted team RWBY appointments for Saturday, she couldn't wait anymore. Her back really was starting to kill her, and without her father to help her, her favorite massage chair, or have time to buy her custom bras. It wasn't her fault that her blessed assets increased that none of her bras she brought from home fit her now! She may love her assets, but sometimes they were just a pain to handle.

Anyways, none of her teammates had bra sizes remotely close to hers. Weiss was completely out of the question. Blake's was the closest to hers, but besides the few bras she had, she usually opted to bind hers. The same was with Pyrrha in the dorm next door, who preferred to using bindings. There was also the fact that her Huntress gear also provided support by itself already. Nora was also a close one. However, none of them could completely fit her comfortably. What made it worse was she couldn't bind them as most of her shirts were designed to let people see her cleavage. It was very useful in getting discounts on what she wanted, but in this case, it wasn't helping. Not only that, but that had conveniently run out of binding tape for the day. The only person that could possibly roughly have the same size breasts as hers that she knew was Professor Goodwitch, and she really didn't want to borrow one from a professor. So she went in early to her office to speak to Professor Goodwitch alone and begged her to allow her to go into Vale to buy some feminine supplies.

Professor Goodwitch was a strict professor, so when Yang first asked with an excuse she was feeling ill, she denied the request. It was only after wheedling out her true excuse did Glynda feel sorry for the girl and let her have the whole day off. Afterall, she also suffered from being blessed and had been in the exact same position as Yang in her younger years.

Yang happily dashed towards the Bullhead and took her motorbike with her to Vale so she could get everything she needed. However, bad luck seemed to strike for her. Every clothing store she went to didn't have bra's her size, were too flimsy and/or made of cheap, or just ran out of stock. Instead, she had to buy some chest binding cloth while shopping in her largest bra she still had, which was squishing her chest pretty tightly. She had taken an aspirin to help with the pain, but it had come back with a vengeance, stopping her right in front of Elysium Oasis. Seeing as she didn't have any choice left and was still trying to find a good masseur at Vale, she went inside, ignoring the closed sign.

As Jaune finally made it to the front desk, his first thought was that this girl was sexy with very long hair that she took good care of. Living with seven sisters who wanted him to brush their hair, he was a natural at telling when someone took good care of their hair. Still, he had a job to do, and he was closed.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry to say, but we're closed for the day," started Jaune.

"Can't you make an exception?" asked Yang as she leaned on the countertop, making sure her breasts were well pressed on top of it to attract attention, "Surely you won't deny a girl a massage?"

'Got him,' grinned Yang as she saw his eyes flicker down before coming back up once more.

"Sorry, I really can't," continued Jaune.

"Why not?" pouted Yang.

"Not because we're closed, but I just had the cleaning crew finished cleaning and am now letting it air out," said Jaune as he pointed his thumb towards the back. Yang tiptoed and leaned over to see that it was true by the smell and frowned. It was at this point that her back flared up once more and winced. However, by leaning forward too much, she began falling forward. Her legs and arms flailed uselessly trying to get her balance back up. What made it worse was because she had leaned forward, her waist had been on the countertop instead of her breasts. And her blessed assets was now dragging her down forward.

"Crap, crap, crap going down!" yelled Yang as she prepared to have her face meet the desk hard.

Jaune quickly rushed forward, hands out in hope of stopping her from face planting. Unfortunately for the both of them, Jaune hadn't expected customers, and so was just wearing sandals that were almost broken. He had been cleaning his stove, after all.

As he rushed forward, the sandal strap snapped, causing him to momentarily lose balance. Miraculously, Jaune recovered and kept his momentum going forward, managing to stop Yang from hitting her face on his desk. However, because he lost balance, the original aims of his hands had shifted a little. His right hand managed to grab Yang by the shoulders as intended. His left hand, however, went further down that he wanted to. Jaune's left hand grabbed her jacket and jerked it down. This, in turn, forced her coat to open up to reveal the yellow low cut crop top she was wearing. Because of the grab, Jaune unintentionally also grabbed the sleeve of the crop top under the jacket and also pulled it down, revealing her right breast. Luckily, Yang's bra was still on, so nothing was revealed. The two blondes stared at each other, both slowly turning crimson in embarrassment.

"Sorry!" apologized Jaune, hoping not to be slapped into oblivion.

"No, it's my fault," stammered Yang, "I shouldn't have leaned over too much."

The two for some reason stayed in the same position for a bit before Yang decided to tease him a little.

"So, you like what you see?" asked Yang with a smirk, glancing down at her chest. She had worn bikinis that showed much less skin than her bra right now.

However, just as she said that and Jaune glanced down, her bra snapped open. Yang's final bra was a front clip one, meaning that the clip broke open in the front and separated. Her left side was fine, as the crop top was still on. Her right side, however... revealed much more skin than she was willing to show.

As Jaune stood there mesmerized by …. some very lovely cherry tips, Yang's hair lit up on fire while her eyes turned red.

"Don't look!" she screamed as she managed to push Jaune away from her while hastily covering herself up, zipping up her jacket. As Jaune sat on the floor in a daze, Yang quickly entered through the side door and picked Jaune up.

"What... did... you... see!?" roared Yang as her blazing red eyes stared into Jaune face to face, inches from each other.

Jaune blinked for a few seconds before replying, "Errr what do you want me to say? Which one will avoid a hot lady with beautiful long blonde hair from pulverizing my face?"

Jaune was only defending himself by being brutally honest about what his initial impression of Yang was. It was a defense mechanism he had developed, living with seven sisters. That, and being annoying sometimes.

"Both... er Neither one!" blushed Yang before thinking to herself, 'He really thought my hair was beautiful? That's what he's stuck on? Not my breasts that he just saw? Being hot I get since I make damn sure that people notice me. But he's not focused on my chest, where people get whiplashes when I flaunt them?'

"You still saw," concluded Yang.

"No!" shouted Jaune in a panic.

"Liar! I hate liars!"

"Then I saw... a little bit?"

"You saw it! I hate perverts even more!"

"Oh c'mon is this a never-ending trap? A catch-22? It's not exactly my fault that you entered even though the sign clearly said closed!"

Yang winced at that as it was true, but she still needed to do something.

"Just take your punishment as a man!"

As she winded up for a punch, her back flared up once more, causing her to flinch a bit. Jaune immediately recognized the problem. How could he not? He had seen several cases similar, and her sisters had the same problems, being just as gifted in the chest area. Add the fact the bra had just snapped in front of him no less, he had noted that it seemed to be very tight on her chest before the snap. He came to the conclusion that the female in front of her did not have the proper support for her chest, most likely growing out of her bras, and that she had not been sleeping properly.

"Back pains?" asked Jaune sympathetically just as the fist halted right in front of his face.

"Err yea, how'd you-"

"I've seen a lot of patients with the same problem. My sisters had it too."

Jaune glanced back at his rooms and sighed, knowing the Dustysol needed more time to air out before he could bring someone in or risk inhaling those dangerous fumes. Yet he really couldn't abandon someone who was obviously in desperate need of relief. Taking a deep breath, he made his decision.

"Just come in, and we'll head up to my room," sighed Jaune, "I can't use the rooms downstairs yet, so we'll have to make do with my bed."

"Are... you trying to get me in your bed with you?" gaped Yang in shock and awe at what seemed to be a very blatant attempt.

"No! I meant for the massage!" shouted Jaune in embarrassment, "That's what you wanted right?"

"How did you know what I want?" accused Yang, still not in the right mind for the moment.

"This is a massage clinic," deadpanned Jaune, "Why else come here?"

"Oh right," Yang sheepishly laughed as she let go of Jaune, "But I still need to punish you somehow for looking."

'You were the one who was showing it off,' thought Jaune irritably but decided to just take it.

"Grit your teeth," warned Yang as she raised her hand, palms open.

SLAP

Jaune was muttering about the injustice with a bright red handprint on his face as Yang laid out on his bed with her clothes off, wearing a blue denim short shorts. She had taken a quick shower in Jaune's bathroom before laying out on the bed. Her hair was tied into two pigtail bunches and placed in front of her body so they wouldn't get in the way. The two of them introduced themselves to each other before they started.

"Hey, least you got a hot girl to bed with you," teased Yang, "Though don't even think about putting those hands anywhere else besides the designated areas!"

"We'll have to make this short, I have an interview at 5," replied Jaune as he rubbed his hands together to warm up.

"Yea, yea just get on with it," waved Yang, "I'll pay for it. It is my fault."

Secretly in her heart, she knew everything was her fault, and Jaune didn't deserve the slap. Not only that but if she had actually punched Jaune, she would've been guilty of assault against an innocent civilian, along with trespassing. Cardin and his team was already in trouble, and more stringent rules were being placed now. Students were now being scrutinized by the general populace of Vale, some voicing their opinions that Huntsmen and Huntresses were just thugs with connections and power. Some of the more extremists wanted to close down all the Huntsmen and Huntress Academy, stating that there was no point in them as they were in a time of peace, and all those funds could be used for other programs. Granted being a Huntress hadn't been her primary goal, but it was still something she wanted. Not only that but if they managed to get banned from the Vytal Festival Tournament, she could feel the disappointment from all her teammates, especially Ruby.

Her worries vanished as Jaune began to press down on her back with his thumbs first.

'Urg, how does he know where to press?' thought Yang as she shivered in delight.

"Mmm, I'm definitely coming here for a full body massage," sighed Yang.

"Make sure you make an appointment next time," commented Jaune as his dexterous fingers began to dance across her back.

"Oooh that feels good~ 3"

"Harder... mmmm " Jaune started to use his elbow on her shoulder blades

"You're jaune-some,"

"Snrk"

Yang raised her head in astonishment as she slowly turned her head to look at Jaune.

"Err, Yang is there something wrong?" asked Jaune, slightly scared at her staring.

Before he knew it, Yang had gotten up, pushed him down on his back, and straddled him. She had totally forgotten she was nude from the waist up, her only redeeming grace was that her long blonde hair was covering her more private parts.

"Did you just laugh at my pun?" Yang asked gleefully, "You know, you don't look half bad. Good massages and a great sense a humor? Sounds like my kind of guy."

She frowned when Jaune didn't reply and was about to yell at him for not doing so when she noticed Jaune's eyes were now swirling whirlpools. When she had pushed Jaune down, she had banged his head at the wooden edge of the bed hard, causing a small concussion. Jaune had been surprised by the sudden movement that he had no time to even react before smacking his head against it, causing a rather loud noise.

Suddenly, the doors to the room burst open to reveal Velvet and Aurivelle, Jaune's grandfather.

Velvet had arrived at the docks at 4:30 pm, wanting to show just how ready she was. Coco had helped with her makeup to look professional while getting her suit through the cleaners. As she had walked to the Bullheads to head to town, she encountered team CRDL.

Cardin was on a warpath, being unable vent his anger out on bullying. So when he saw Velvet, he grinned and decided to head towards her. He knew she was a shy girl that wouldn't tell the professors on him. Sky, however, started to panic and tried to pull him away.

"What are you doing?" hissed Cardin as Sky was trying to pull him away.

"Making sure we don't tickle the sleeping bunny!" replied Sky.

"What?" asked Dove.

"I saw her snap," snapped Sky back, "It wasn't pretty. It made me realize that she could kick our asses if she wanted to, and I for one, don't want to push past her threshold."

He almost mentioned that it was at Jaune's place, but he realized that if he threw out that name, Cardin would figure out he went to him for the massage, and consider him a traitor.

"Oh c'mon," grunted Cardin, "That little freak, kicking our butts? Impossible."

"Iuno," said Russel cautiously as he looked around, "She is a second-year student. Plus, we don't want to get into more trouble than we are now. No need to give Professor Peach more ammunition to fail us."

Cardin sneered at the mere thought of her class. It was true he was barely passing the class, but he blamed that on his teacher being a freak. Never mind the fact he never studied for her tests, he just kept blaming it on her, even though his own team was doing decent, with Sky actually having an A.

As Cardin began to walk towards Velvet, this time Dove was trying to help Sky pull Cardin back while Russel just stood back.

"We can't afford to get into more trouble!" grunted Dove, "Do you want Professor Port to carry out his threat and combine his lesson with Doctor Oobleck? I don't want to have to listen to Port's story and then be quizzed by Oobleck! You know how hard Oobleck's test are, and Port, I don't even have to say do I?"

"... Fine," grunted Cardin as he let out an explosive sigh. Sky and Dove finally let go and turned their backs to Cardin, proving it to be a mistake to think Cardin would give up so easily. Cardin quickly turned towards Velvet, knowing he wouldn't have much time to just walk over there and pull on her ears, grabbed a random tomato that happened to be there, and threw it at Velvet, hoping to ruin her day. He deduced that with all that make up and suit, she was going to some important event.

"Velvet watch out!" shouted Sky in a panic as the trio turned around, hearing Cardin's movements.

Time went slowly for Velvet as she turned around to see the tomato slowly flying towards her. It was too late for her to dodge or raise her hand to block. She saw Cardin was the antagonist once again, and now he was about to ruin her job interview.

'That's it, I'm kicking his ass,' thought Velvet as she prepared for the inevitable splatter.

Suddenly, a hand shot out and snatched the tomato out of the air. Velvet turned to see a handsome rugged man had saved her and blushed a little. Aurivelle Arc had entered the scene.

"Now that's just rude," frowned Aurivelle, tossing the tomato up in the air as he called out Cardin.

"Sorry my hand slipped," said Cardin, making a poor excuse.

"No problem boy, just be careful, right?" said Aurivelle, giving a small wink to Velvet, "Here, have it back."

With a flick of his wrist, the tomato shot off much faster than Cardin's throw and smashed into his forehead. What was more interesting was that the tomato did not just splat, but the impact force from it forced Cardin to fly backwards, doing a triple back flip before landing on his face.

"Better take him to the nurse's office boys," commanded Aurivelle, "And not a word... or else."

At this, he flared his Aura, causing the boys to quickly nod and start dragging Cardin away. Sky however, made it a point to walk to Velvet, shaking as Aurivelle stared him down. But he had to do this. As soon as he was arms distance from Velvet, he bowed his head to Velvet.

"I'm sorry!" Sky apologized, "Sorry for bullying you! Sorry for the pain we caused during the semester! I know that were were in the wrong, and hope you find the heart to forgive me and my team."

Velvet looked shocked at this and could only stammer a reply, saying it wasn't a problem.

"What's your name, sonny?" asked Aurivelle.

"Sky, sir!" stammered Sky.

"Boy, you just took a courageous move there," said Aurivelle, "Not many boys are willing to apologize to their victims. Even less are willing to admit they were wrong. No, I can't call you a boy now. You're a man now, willing to shore up to his mistakes."

Sky beamed with pride before walking back to his team, his posture much taller now.

"How did you do that?" asked Velvet curiously, gesturing to the tomato, "The tomato looked soft, and even at that speed it shouldn't have tossed Cardin into the air."

"Once you get as old as me, you learn a few tricks," laughed Aurivelle, "Now, are you heading to Vale?"

Velvet nodded her head, to which Aurivelle smiled and asked, "Then may I ask you accompany this old man to Vale? I want to see my grandson."

'Aww he has a grandson? That's unfo-... What are you thinking Velvet!?' thought Velvet mentally, shaking her head to throw off that train of thought before replying that she would be willing to.

"So where are you headed off to?" asked Aurivelle as they finally landed in Vale.

"To a job interview," replied Velvet.

"Hmm? Aren't you a second year? Gonna be hard to keep a constant schedule with missions. And why do you need an extra job? Missions aren't providing enough Lien for you?"

"... My teammates told me I'm too shy. So I'm doing this job to help me communicate with others better. Plus the extra Lien goes into helping fund my newest weapon creation."

"And I suppose those bullies have been bullying you for a while? Even though you can kick their collective rears?"

Velvet's silence was all Aurivelle needed to know. He silently cursed Beacon, but knew it wasn't Ozpin's fault. The Academy was huge, housing roughly 160 students, with 40 students in each year. Of course, when the other Academies arrived, that number increased roughly three to even fourfold, depending on students who wanted to come to try for the Vytal Festival Tournament, or even just watch. Beacon's staff consisted of only ten members, far too little in his opinion, even if it was just for 160 students.

The other Academies would send some of their faculty members to help out, but it was still a huge hassle. The professors couldn't be everywhere at once, so they couldn't stop bullying. Yet Ozpin couldn't increase the staff numbers due to the budget, no thanks to the Vale Council. In his humble opinions, they had their heads stuffed deeply into each other's rear end. The time of peace they were experiencing did not mean they could cut down on funding for Huntsmen and Huntresses. Grimm were growing stronger, and they needed more people to help defend the light.

Soon, Aurivelle arrived at Elysium Oasis and was about to thank Velvet for accompanying him when she told him that it was this shop she was applying for an interview.

"Well, if you're here, then I won't have to worry about my grandson too much now!" laughed Aurivelle. causing Velvet to blush a little, "Though opening a massage shop. Not bad, considering I know how effective his massages are."

'If Jaune is Aurivelle grandson, then will Jaune look like him when he grows up?' thought Velvet before blushing crimson once more.

They entered in the clinic, knowing that it was closed as the sign stated. However, since Velvet had been told to come at 5 while Aurivelle was Jaune's grandfather, they ignored it. They were content with waiting on the chairs when they heard a loud noise from the floor above. Thinking Jaune had an accident, the two rushed through the door and up the stairs, pushing the door open in time to see Yang nude from the waist up and straddling Jaune.

"Did... we interrupt something?" blushed Velvet while Aurivelle was outright laughing while saying "That's my grandson!"

'Not a bad looker too!' thought Aurivelle in his mind with glee as he quickly looked over Yang, 'Long blonde hair, nice chest, good looking body, my grandson hit the jackpot! Knew the Arc charm wouldn't fail him!'

Yang blinked at the sight Velvet and Aurivelle before her face started to turn crimson. Her hair lit up on fire and her eyes turned red before she finally snapped out of it and screamed very loudly.

"Get out get out get out!" shouted Yang as she started to grab items at random and tossed them at the intruders.

First was a pillow. Followed by a blanket. Followed by an alarm clock. Followed by a photo album. Followed by Jaune himself as a projectile.

At this, Aurivelle was no longer grinning and quickly caught the clock, album, and Jaune himself. He flared his Aura while giving one authoritative order.

"Stop."

Yang froze, in the middle of picking up the bed to toss at the old man while Velvet's legs quivered for a second. Yang finally recognized what she had done and quickly placed Jaune's bed back down while covering herself.

"Get your clothes on and wait downstairs," said Aurivelle sternly, "I'll take care of Jaune. Velvet, you might have to wait a little longer for that interview."

The two girls nodded and quickly went downstairs after Yang put on her clothes.

"Oh Jaune, what am I going to do with you?" chuckled Aurivelle as he put Jaune on his bed, worried about his head. Yang had told him she had accidentally given him a concussion. She wouldn't state why, but she blushed when she thought about it. Then he noticed something important. There had been some blood on Jaune's head, but suddenly the wound glowed before it repaired itself.

"Your Aura... it's unlocked!? How!?"

Seeing Jaune just murmur something about supplies before turning in his impromptu sleep, Aureville decided to let it go and went downstairs.

"Is he alright?" asked an embarrassed Yang.

"He's fine," nodded Aurivelle, "Though I'd like an explanation of what led up to this event."

Yang nodded and explained everything to them. After she finished, she asked what they were doing here.

"He's my grandson. I came to check up on him," proclaimed Auriville.

"Job interview... which will most likely be canceled today," sighed Velvet.

"Oh shoot, I'm so sorry!" exclaimed Yang, "Jaune told me he had something important today, but I forced him to give me a massage."

"And why did you force him, young lady?" asked Aurivelle, giving Yang the stink eye.

"...ck," mumbled Yang.

"Louder and clearer, otherwise I take this up with Professor Goodwitch at Beacon."

"MY BACK WAS HURTING!" shouted Yang in embarrassment, "I asked professor Goodwitch because I needed some new... stuff...due to my...,"

The other two didn't need anymore clarification. Velvet sympathized with the girl while Aurivelle knew enough, having seven granddaughters.

"So you're at least better now, right?" asked Aurivelle.

Yang blinked before moving her waist a bit, "Yea, loads! Still some soreness, but I should be fine for the while. How does he do it?"

"He's had seven sisters and a mother to train upon," chuckled Aurivelle, "But you really shouldn't have barged in. And you still won't tell us what led upon that state that we saw you."

Yang merely mumbled words, clearly unwilling to reveal it.

"Anyways, sorry Velvet, you'll have to reschedule with Jaune," said Aurivelle, "Though if you need a reference, I can put one for you."

"That's alright, I can still do the interview."

They all turned to see Jaune descending down the stairs with an ice pack on his head. Yang winced as she saw the ice pack.

"I think I get the general gist of what happened," said Jaune as he moved the ice pack to a more comfortable spot, "Not sure about the details. All I remember is massaging Yang, and the next moment, I'm in my bed alone. Did I trip on something?"

Aurivelle contemplated on telling Jaune what happened, but decided to just go with the slip story. No need to humiliate Yang further.

"And grandpa... what are you doing here?" asked Jaune in a slightly fearful tone.

"To see you of course," boomed Aurivelle, "But first, let's get the young lass's interview on the way! You can make time for me afterwards."

Yang quickly apologized once more and gave Jaune what she owed plus extra. As she left, she gave one last flirt.

"If you want to have a one-on-one time with me... just say the word," whispered Yang before she gave him a hug, making sure her breasts was pressed against his chest. She, of course, was using the chest bindings as her bra. Still, the desired effect came as Jaune blushed.

"Ahem, now we have that cleared up," coughed Jaune, "Let's get this interview on the way."

"I'll be upstairs boy!" shouted Aurivelle.

"Alright first off..."

Jaune began listing off what he expected Velvet to do and asked if she was comfortable with it, which she nodded.

"Alright next question... why do you need this job?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're a Huntress-in-training, a second year if I'm correct. You should have missions that pay you Lien. Do you need the extra cash? Will you be able to do this job and still be able to keep your grades up? I would feel guilty if this job made your grades drop."

"Oh no, my grades are fine," said Velvet quickly, "I'm actually TA for one of the professors. I don't need to do some of the assignments because most likely I'll be grading them, thus giving me time to review. The extra Lien actually helps fund for me new weapon that I'm making."

"Alright, what about your schedule? It seems unlikely that you'll be able to come here weekly on weekdays with missions."

"... I was hoping for a biweekly schedule. It's true with missions, I don't have it set out, but I can make it so I work the second and fourth week of Wednesday and Thursday per month, when you're open. Also, since I'm a second year, I can work in the mornings, making a full 8 hour shift."

"Ok. Final question. Why do you want this job? What will you get out of it that will help you? I find it hard to believe working in the front desk will help you as a Huntress. The other person I hired needed Lien for basic necessities, and he's a first year in Beacon, thus having a steady schedule for now."

"..."

"Velvet?"

"Confidence. I want... no need to build up confidence. My teammates tell me I'm too shy, and looking in my life, they're right. I only hang out with them or the professors. I never try to talk to others."

'And I let bullies bully me too easily,' thought Velvet.

"Well, you're talking to me quite well. What's the difference?"

Velvet blinked as she thought about it before coming to a conclusion.

"Well... it's probably because I know you're nice and you won't do anything bad to me. That, and I feel guilty about what I did yesterday."

"Don't worry about that," waved Jaune, "Well, give me some time to contemplate this, alright? I'll call you when I've made a decision. It was nice to meet you."

They shook hands and Velvet left while Jaune took a deep breath to meet his grandfather.

"So, a masseur, eh? What happened to wanting to become a Huntsman?" asked Aurivelle as Jaune entered the apartment.

"I got rejected," said Jaune dully, "I didn't want to feel like a loser, so I came to Vale anyways and opened a shop. Go ahead, call mom and dad. Tell them what a failure I am. Tell them I couldn't make it to Beacon. But I'm not going home! Not when I've made a life here and-"

Jaune didn't get to finish as Aurivelle swiftly hugged him.

"Jaune, do you think so little of us?" asked Aurivelle, "None of us would ever think you like that!"

"Then why did dad say not to worry if I ended moving back home?" asked Jaune with slight tears in his eyes, "It's like they expected me not to make it into Beacon."

"Jaune, they were just showing you that they cared for you and would always accept for who you are, whether or not you made it in," whispered Aurivelle softly, "It's kinda our fault that we didn't spend as much time helping and training you for your dream."

"We had a big family," sniffed Jaune, "Someone needed to help balance the checkbooks. It's not like you guys could've called in a favor."

'We did, but we didn't think Ozpin would reject it,' sweatdropped Aurivelle as he thought to himself, deciding not to tell Jaune about the favor. It would just depress him further.

"So, why don't you tell me more about this store?" asked Aurivelle, "Like for instance, how did you get the Lien to even open this? Without even asking us for help? And how in Remnant's name did you unlock your aura?"

Jaune began to tell his tale to his grandfather, going into the night. As Jaune finished and Aurivelle said his goodbyes and left, Jaune went back to cleaning, feeling much better.

"So some girl named Pyrrha unlocked it for him," mused Aurivelle as he walked down the dark streets, "I'll have to thank her. And this man named Roman. Hmm, could it be that criminal everyone's talking about lately?... Naa couldn't be. Rumor has it he's cruel and greedy. No way he'd help Jaune with nothing much to gain."

Aurivelle was planning to head to Beacon and convince Ozpin to take Jaune in possibly next semester when his Scroll rang. He looked at it and cursed. It was another mission, one he couldn't refuse.

"I'll be back to check on you Jaune, and thank whoever helped push you towards your dream while your useless family sadly couldn't do anything."

Aurivelle left Vale, heading towards another village where they needed someone to protect them as they were excavating a tunnel.

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