(June)
She tapped her fingers on the armrest of her chair as she waited for the airship to leave. She really didn't want to go and visit her mother-in-law. But no her husband wanted to go and have the kids visits her so bad. Why couldn't they have just had them call her? Worked enough before.
But she guessed that just having grandkids calling her and speaking to their grandmother wasn't enough. So now she has to go and take them all to see that witch. But she wasn't going to go and take Jaune and be poisoned by that woman. She dealt with her enough when she met her husband and was going to marry him.
She had caused so many damn problems and fights with her. Who knew a woman in their late 30s could still fight while keeping it subtle with a 20-year-old at the time. Luckily it never turned into real fights - John would be completely confused as his father told him to stay out of it.
She remembers when she tried to be civil with the woman a few years after her marriage and got her face slammed into the cake she made her. Then it turned into a fight after she slammed her mother-in-law's head into what was left of the cake.
She hated that bitch for everything that happened. You may have heard about the mother-in-law disliking their daughter-in-laws and vice versa, but the hate she had was much worse.
June sighed to herself as she drummed her fingers waiting for the flight to take off. But then she noticed someone running past her and she could tell who it was. She reached into her bag and grabbed her sound canceling headphones turning them on as she watched every passenger turn their head towards the bathroom.
Why did all her kids have air sickness like her husband - currently unconscious next to her after swallowing his sleeping pills. In her arms, Joan was sleeping peacefully as airsickness didn't seem to affect her. Hopefully, it wouldn't when she gets older.
'I should have stayed home.'
(Arc home)
Port was enjoying himself as he told his tales to the infant child sitting on his knee. He had just finished another wonderful tale of his adventures as a huntsman - seeming to make the spark in the child's eyes grow brighter into a small flame. He held the child in his big hand as Jaune would sometimes slide off slowly before being caught.
"And that my young child is how I faced off against a pack of Beowulfs with only my blunder-ax and a chicken's egg." He watched as Jaune made noises and slapping his hands together like he was clapping. This just made him smile making his mustache moved with it as he chuckled a bit while bouncing his knee.
He hasn't had so much fun from telling his tales. He had never seen someone seem so interested and excited to hear his stories. Usually, they just fall asleep or tune him out with a blank look. His old friend certainly did that while he slept behind his glasses. You could tell if he was awake or not when he wasn't moving or speaking. He doesn't even know when he was on a long flight with Oobleck - who drank no coffee - who was asleep the entire time. To this day he still doesn't know.
As Port enjoyed his time with Jaune Ozpin was sitting on the couch sipping his coffee as he stared out at nothing. He was unbelievably bored at the moment as Port was playing and entertaining Jaune - who he was supposed to be watching. But Port was better with kids so let him. Ozpin just didn't know what to do. Usually, he had something to do, but today he had nothing to do until tomorrow when he had to go and see his office at Beacon. That's why he took up June's offer to watch him. He was so bored he was even thinking of doing dreaded paperwork.
"Okay, little one let me tell you about the time that I…" Port suddenly stopped as he heard the sound of little Jaune's belly rumble. Jaune looked down at his belly putting his little hand on it. He then looked up at Port.
"Aah tu ba." He said as if speaking as Port chuckled. He patted him on the head getting up and walking towards the kitchen as he was thinking. What do babies eat? He is one and as he could tell he wasn't bottle-fed as there were no bottles around. So either it was baby food or something like that. He looked around searching for the kitchen until he turned another corner and finally finding the kitchen.
"Wow, such a large home. It's a wonder how they don't get lost in it." He spoke out to himself as Jaune was chewing and sucking on his hand drooling a bit. His attention was fully focused on his hand as he tasted it teething.
"Okay, let's see what he can find you." Port began checking around the kitchen not knowing which was which as he kept finding cups, bowls, and plates. He kept looking as there were many cupboards it made it a bit difficult to find the stuff Jaune could eat.
Who needed this many cupboards?
Port continued his search until he found a small plastic bottle that had what looked like small cereal looking things shaped like stars. He grabbed the bottle and began looking at it and the label until he saw it was baby cereal. He saw that as the baby eats it softens up so that they can easily eat it without teeth.
"How about this?" He showed Jaune shaking it to get his attention. Jaune heard the noise and looked up seeing the large container - to him - and lost interest in his hand. He pulled his hand away from his hand and held both of them out.
"Aah." He seemed to cheer as he tried grabbing the bottle. His chubby little hands waving around as he tried to reach and grab his favorite little meal as he saw the big red thing on it not knowing what an apple was. But he liked the taste of it.
"I see you like these."
"Ah Bu!" He said loud still attempting to reach and grab the bottle. Port looked around seeing the high chair that should before Jaune. But as he looked at it, he saw an excessive amount of straps and other things he had no idea how to put together.
"Uh...I'll just feed you back in the living room." Port slowly walked away from the complex chair and heading back to the living room. As he walked in he saw his soon to be boss taking a nap on the couch as his mug was sitting on the coffee table. He just let him be as he sat down on the chair nearby and placing Jaune on the ground.
Jaune crawled close to the couch and slowly pulled himself up as Port opened up the container. He could smell the strong scent of apples as he grabbed a single one and looking at it. It was small and badly shaped like a star but he could hear Jaune yelling in baby gibberish for the cereal.
He looked back at Jaune and held the thing out to him and he grabbed it before moving his whole hand back and putting it in his mouth as he put his head back. Port just continued doing this as Jaune was enjoying them.
(Arc Family)
June was still tapping her fingers as she waited for the airship to take off. Her daughter's still puking as her husband was slumped in the chair next to her. Joan sleeping. Why was it taking so damn long? She could have taken a boat and been gone heading there by now. But no, one of them also has seasickness worst than airsickness.
She kept listening to her book as she tried out some type of app that has someone read you the book. But suddenly she felt her scroll buzzing in her pocket.
He looked down and grabbing it from her purse opening it. Ger eye twitched as she looked at the name. She just took a breath as she took off her headphones and answered the scroll.
"Hello."
"Hello, June." She listened to the snarky voice that would just be ready to insult her. But she would be the bigger woman - for now.
"Hello, Rosa." She felt the bad taste in her mouth almost using her full name but settled with the short version that her father-in-law called her. She heard her hum before speaking again.
"Hello, June. Tell me how are my grandbabies?" She knew Rosa was just rubbing it in that she was coming because she had no choice. She could hear the smug tone that couldn't be heard from anyone else. But she knew that tone enough after learning a bit about her from all these years.
"They are fine." She said in a calm tone so not to show the irritation to Rosa and let her feel the satisfaction. She would remain calm and act properly.
"How is my precious little grandson? I can't wait to see him."
"He is at home." She suddenly heard something like metal creaking that made her smile a bit. She chipped at the mask Rosa wore which was a bad thing, but at this moment it made her smile feeling satisfaction that she was the one quickly slipping before she coughed and spoke into the scroll again.
"I'm sorry I was working on something. That sounded like you said that my only grandson wasn't coming here and was still at your home."
"Yes, that's what I said." June listened for her to respond but she heard nothing on the other end. She blinked confused before pulling the scroll from her ear and checked to see that the call hadn't ended. She knew that her mother-in-law never lets her have the last word. Suddenly she heard a breath before something cracked.
"Ah, sorry June. But back to the matter - it's fine. I hope you all show up soon." She then hung up leaving June confused as the airship started to move now. What just happen?
(With Rosa)
Rosa looked down at her scroll as she closed it and placed it in her pocket. She brushed her hair back getting it out of her face then quickly fixing her glasses. She looked down at the slowly disappearing Ursa that was dead at her feet.
"I see - she isn't going to let him see me. Well, I trust that woman who watches him." She heard about Glynda from the girls when they spoke to her over her scroll. She checked up on her and saw she was a highly respectable woman and huntress that could hold her own. That was a woman who could keep her grandson safe.
She spun her small blade before putting back in the sheath attached to her hip. She looked around at all the dead Grimm before walking away out of the forest heading back home to her home as she passed a large Ursa impaled by a metal pipe that was bent as it slowly turned to smoke. Her footprints left in the snow of her path leading home.
(Arc home)
An hour after Port had fed Jaune the cereal star things, he sat him in his lap and continued the stories of his past as he rocked him leading to the baby boy falling asleep.
He then placed him down on the little blue mat that had small animals printed on it. Birds, bears, bees, and fish. They were all there in the forest that was also on the blanket. Like little Jaune was napping in the middle of a forest as the animals were all around either watching him or just wandering in the still image.
He looked over to see his friend still sleeping. He looked at his scroll and saw it was now 12:23. He showed up around 8 so maybe resting his eyes wouldn't be so bad. He set it down and locked his fingers on his chest as he closed his eyes relaxing a bit.
(Jaune)
He slowly woke up yawning as his hand rubbed his eye. As he slowly woke up he looked around seeing the roof of the room his father was always in watching the people on the flat window throwing a hall. The would hit each other sometimes and chase the man holding the brown ball before catching him and taking him to the floor. He would sometimes watch and when the men that his father liked always ran to the end of the grass his dad would cheer, so he would do the same not knowing but he was happy when his dad would pick him up and laugh.
He started trying to roll over making small little sounds. If someone were to watch him they would see an adorable little baby trying to roll over to his belly like a little turtle. But he didn't give up until he moved his arm once more and rolled over successfully getting onto his belly and looking at the large man that had hair on his face.
"Ah ba…ba doo," Jaune said as he crawled closer trying to get his attention. He crawled off the mat and onto the wood floors. His hands softly slapping against the floor as he crawled over to the chair he was in until he was near his foot. He raised his left hand and started patting his shoe.
"Ah…" He called out slapping his shoe again getting a mumble from the man. He patted his foot again getting him to twitch before sitting up.
"...Edger is the one in the hole…" He then fell back against the chair this time snoring as his hands were at his sides. Jaune looked at him not understanding a word until he said gibberish and started turning around looking at the man with white hair who was also asleep.
"Ah, ah…" He called out getting no response from him. He gave up trying as he saw something shiny near the doorway making him go wide eyed as he started crawling towards it. He moved past the coffee table and kept going until he found the shiny and saw it was a long stick that had the shiny thing at the top. He looked at it before reaching his hand out for it slightly wrapping his tiny fingers around it. He pulled it and the thing slowly moved until it fell all the way down about to hit him right on the head until the top of the cane hit the coffee table stopping it. Jaune blinked before pushing back and landing on his butt sitting as he looked up at the cane. He reached up and tried grabbing it with all his dedication but couldn't reach. He kept trying until he grew bored of trying to grab the shiny metal handle.
He stuck his tongue out a little as he was feeling his mouth hurt. Chewing on things helped him feel better so he needed something. He looked down at his right hand as it was in a fist for about five seconds until he put it near his mouth and start teething on it getting drool on his hand.
He continued doing this oblivious to anything else while looking around the familiar room. He kept chewing on his hand until he saw the light on in the hall making him stop chewing and start heading for the light that Port left on.
(Port and Ozpin)
It had been awhile since Jaune had woken up and left as the two huntsmen suddenly heard something break waking them both.
"Wha was that?" Port questioned still half asleep as Ozpin saw that Jaune wasn't in the living room and was gone. His eyes widen as he got up and didn't see his cane that Jaune had knocked over causing him to trip and bash his shin on the wood. He went wide eyed as he hit the ground holding his shin trying not to yell from the pain as his aura was quickly numbing the pain.
"Ah, my shin!" He yelled trying not to curse as Port was fully awake now.
"Huh, my friend? What happen?"
"Port baby in the kitchen! Go check!" He said as Port jumped over the table and ran out of the room into the hall. Then seconds later he gave a very girly shout of surprise. Ozpin finally got up and checked limping into the hall to see Port up against the wall as there were multiple forks, knives, and a large meat cleaver right between his legs - that explained why he screamed so high. He was pale from the fear of losing his manhood as Ozpin looked into the kitchen to see that the place was slightly a mess as Jaune was sitting on the floor drinking a bottle of what looked like juice as the fridge was open.
He got it open was beyond him, but he saw the tray that held the forks and knives on the ground empty with a broom on the ground that must have knocked it over. Then above that was a rack of knives and pans, that was probably where the meat cleaver must have come from.
Ozpin walked over picking Jaune up before walking back to Port - still on the wall. He looked and saw that the knives and forks had gone through his clothes pinning him.
"Are you alright?" He watched the man shake his head making the color come back to his face before he started laughing. Did his friend finally lose what sanity he had left?
"Hahahaha! Ah, now that was a RUSH!" He yelled as he seemed to have completely forgotten about the blade between his legs that was less than an inch from neutering him. He was a very strange but reliable man at times - now he was just strange and maybe bordering mad. Ozpin looked at Jaune who was still drinking from his bottle watching the hunter laughing in the wall.
"I haven't felt something like that since my first mission as a hunter and facing Edgar in battle!" He yelled out finishing up his laugh taking a few breaths calming down. "Sorry my friend, I just haven't felt that kind of rush in years. Especially that big." He pulled his arm trying to get off but as he did his arm came off along with a chunk of the wall as the knives were still in his sleeve attached to the wall. Both grown men looked at it wide-eyed silent for seconds both saying nothing.
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*Buuuurp*
Jaune had finished half of the bottle as the two remained quiet until Ozpin spoke while Jaune continued drinking his bottle.
"June is going to kill us."
"Well, she'll kill you - she has no idea I'm here," Port said making Ozpin quickly correct him.
"Oh no, you are not throwing me under the bus." He would not let this man leave him to a woman that almost killed him for coffee on her wedding dress. If he was going under the bus so was he.
"You are going to help me fix this hole." He said looking to see that the wall was just plaster and could easily be fixed and repaired. Knowing this family there should be the supplies they need somewhere in the house.
"You vile man."
"Whatever just help me look." Ozpin walked away back to the living room and placing Jaune inside of a little playpen. It had a few toys and plushies of red and blue men in armor. He watched as Jaune slowly started going back and falling onto his back landing on a pillow as he drank his bottle looking around.
Once he was set Ozpin turned around and made his way back to help Port get the knives out and free him - carefully - so they can get to work fixing the hole. How hard can fixing a hole be?
(June)
After about an hour after take off they were over the ocean heading for Atlas. Why that woman lived there, she couldn't guess. Probably to be somewhere that was as cold as her. She had finally kicked in with ignoring her sick kids and sleeping husband while the fear and guilt of leaving her son with Ozpin of all people. Oh, how she prayed for Glynda to have been free especially for today.
She couldn't remember what it was that she needed to do but it seemed really important. She couldn't do that to her friend so she had no choice but to lie and say she had someone else. She was happy that she had something non-huntress related to do. But she wished she could have Glynda head there now and care for her baby boy. Suddenly she felt her scroll buzzing - her again, so she reaches and grabs her scroll opening it. She checked the picture and name seeing that it wasn't her bitch of a mother-in-law, but instead the woman she was praying for.
"Glynda!?" She said into the receiver with a big worried smile on her face hoping that it was her.
"Oh, June. Yes, it's me." June was internally screaming in joy of her prayers being answered. She just hopes it was what she wanted to hear.
"Sorry, sorry. It's just you know how the girls and John can get when it involves flying." Glynda laughed as she knew and witnessed how they could be after they forced her to take their vacation many times through the years. June will still do it so the woman can relax a bit - while spending time with Jaune. She's noticed that the woman really connected with him as he would smile and instantly know her - even though he still can't remember his own sisters.
"Heh, yes I know. I was calling to let you know that my appointment had finished up earlier than expected. I was just checking to see if you still needed me to,"
"Glynda please by the name of whatever gods exist, please head to my home and get Jaune! I made the horrible choice of making Ozpin Jaune's babysitter!" She begged quietly into the phone - probably didn't need to as almost every passenger had ear buds or headphones to block the sounds coming from the bathrooms - so Glynda would go to their home and quickly take Jaune from that horrible man. As she finished up Glynda was silent until she spoke less that a second later.
"I'm on my way there." The call ended as she heard the dial tone. She took a breath calming down placing her scroll into her pocket. She rocked Joan gently as she moved a bit from the sounds of vomiting but was somewhat used to the loud noise. She hopes nothing happens before Glynda gets there.
(Port and Ozpin)
Ozpin had started trying to carefully get the knives out of the wall. He tried just pulling one out and it led to making a much bigger hole than it needed to be. So now he had to try and slowly try getting them out moving them and jiggling them.
"Port do you suddenly feel like we are going to be in trouble?" Ozpin questioned him as he looked around feeling what he said. He stopped working on one of the knives and looked around.
"You mean the sense of danger from June finding out we made holes in her wall?"
"Yes...but I feel like something else…" He said as Port didn't feel anything else.
"No, but get me down so we can fix the wall."
Here you go just like I promised. A whole new chapter of Little Arc that you people love. I am starting to get back into the groove of things with my writing for my stories as I have been a bit rusty. But I am back and have given you a whole new ch. But a quick question for you readers is Jaune really going to stay in his playpen? Until the next chapter. Have a good day.