Halo, it's time fo the newest chapter. Enjoy the reading.
The ball before the Vytal tournament was approaching, the preparation of which was entrusted to the team RWBY, so they decorated the gym with colorful ribbons, balloons, brought in a lot of tables, on which food and drinks will be served and many other accessories that are needed to make it a memorable evening.
The whole school was burning with prom fever, the boys were trying to invite the lady of their heart to the prom while the girls were working much more on their appearance and the whole school was like a bustling beehive.
There was one person who was not at all excited about the celebration, Blake. The cat faunus girl has become completely obsessed with two things, the investigation after Roman Torchwick and her latest craze, having one of the White Fang's people at the school.
She knew there were several faunus students at the school so it was a needle in the haystack but a few days ago she found a clue that could lead her to the solution.
3 white cut marks on the combination cabinet of one of the team LLMM members, Lynda. The same symbol that marked the meeting where the White Fang's people recruited and met with Roman Torchwick.
Of course, that wasn't enough to alert her team and the authorities, she had to investigate Lynda who might have something to do with the White Fang.
Fortunately, Blake was good at stealth, so tracking Lynda wasn't much of a challenge. She had been on the trail of the dog faunus for a whole week but had seen nothing suspicious. The only thing she was sure that she must have been the one who attacked her at the harbor a month ago, since she had the same weapon as that woman.
- What are you doing anyway?! - Lynda barked at her loudly from behind her as she tried to break into her locker. Blake quickly jumped up and turned to look the other faunus in the eye. The yellow eyes of the two girls met each other but they didn't look away from each other at all.
- I know your secret. - Blake replied coolly and one of Lynda's eyebrows rose in shock.
- Did Mike talk about my little brother? - Lynda clenched one of her hands into a fist which she would have liked to use to beat the fat boy.
- Your brother? - Blake noticed this. - No, about being with the White Fang!
- Huh? With the White Fang? – Lynda looked a little to the side to see her own white hair and moved her own dog ears. - I'd fit in there, wouldn't I? - She laughed a little. - As if they took their name from me.
- Is this a joke to you?! - Blake pushed Lynda, who staggered back and began to growl. - You are responsible for the deaths of many people!
- What the hell are you talking about, you badger-cat!
Some people noticed their quarrel.
- What's going on?! – Another member of team RWBY, Yang was the first to intervene, though it was Blake's defense that was on her mind first.
- Your teammate tries to break into my locker and accuses me of being a member of the White Fang! – Lynda angrily explained what had happened, a little offended that she was immediately suspected.
- What?! - Yang turned to her teammate in shock.
- Just look at her closet! - Everyone looked in Lynda's closet but they didn't find anything out of the ordinary. - But... I...
- Blake, - Yang worried for her teammate. - you've been a bit obsessed with Roman Torchwick and the White Fang lately. Maybe you were just hallucinating and…
- I know what I saw! - Blake snapped. - I'm not crazy!
- You sound really crazy right now. - Lynda added.
- You don't help! - Yang said.
- What's this noise? – Another member of the team LLMM, Mandy intervened.
- Blake is obsessed with me being a White Fang! - Lynda was getting tired of the accusations.
- Do you have any proof at all? – Mandy got up to defend her teammate and Blake took another look at Lynda's closet where she had clearly seen the 3 white scratch marks a few minutes ago but now nothing.
- No. - Blake backed down.
- Then leave me alone if you want good for yourself! - Lynda still hasn't forgiven Blake which Yang doesn't reward with anything but an angry, reddened look.
- Hey, I suggest you take that back if you don't want to be a beaten-dog!
The two girls snarled angrily at each other, Lynda was already growling, Yang started to crack her fingers and if another onlooker hadn't intervened, they would have fought with each other.
- It's nice to see how pleasant the atmosphere is among Beacon students. - It was Emerald from the team CMEE.
- Lynda, sit! - Mandy yelled at her.
- Yang, that's enough! – Blake also restrained her teammate.
The two angry girls calmed down, exchanged one last look of disdain before turning around and walking in opposite directions.
Blake took one last look at Lynda, who had a white cloth with the White Fang crest hanging from her back pocket. She shook her head and Lynda was nowhere to be found. She didn't want to make another scene.
Mandy stayed behind after the fighting calmed down and most of the students went about their business. She felt very bad about what she was about to do and what she had already done but she had no choice.
- You've done well so far. - Emerald praised her.
- If you care, I couldn't have done better. – Mercury a bit egotistical but admitted.
- It wasn't easy after all. Mandy wasn't proud of herself at all.
- You just haven't started bonding with your teammates? – Mercury asked the question with a mocking smile and Mandy just clenched her fists.
"You know they're our enemies too, right? - Emerald joined in as well. - We need to know them and use their abilities to…
- I know what I'm doing! - Mandy snapped. - I'm doing this for the White Fang and not for you!
- Just don't be too emotional. - Mercury warned as the two of them left the faunus.
Mandy walked away from the scene with her head down and a lot of thoughts swirling in her head.
Lance was happy to finally be released from the infirmary, luckily the classes were canceled because of the prom, so he didn't have to change into a uniform, he could just wear his blue jeans and red t-shirt. After leaving the infirmary, Mike appeared in front of him less than 5 seconds later.
- We need to talk! – The fat boy grabbed his arm and started pulling him.
- About what? - Lance didn't quite understand what was going on.
- My mother can't send my suit! – He was nervous and tense and at this point he started sweating again.
- And?
- We have to dress up at the ball!
- Then go down to town and buy yourself a new one.
- My mother said the same thing but one, I'm afraid to go down to the city alone, two, I don't dare to buy clothes in public and three, there aren't many places that sell suits in my size! I always order clothes online!
- I thought so, that's why all your clothes look like a circus tent. If it means any comfort, I couldn't get a suit either.
- You don't understand?! If we don't have a suit, we can't attend the ball!
The conversation between the two boys was fairly barren in the area of solutions before Jaune, broken down, sauntered down the hall with a guitar in hand.
- I think I know the solution to the problems! – As soon as he heard about an opportunity to help his friends he immediately brightened up.
- Really… - Before Lance could ask about Jaune's proposed solution, he had to find out why he had a guitar. - Where is the guitar from and why?
- Well… I found it but… I tried to serenade Weiss to invite her to the prom but she shook it off.
- I would have looked at that! - Lance laughed.
- Exactly what solution did you have in mind, Jaune? - Mike returned to the original topic of conversation.
- Oh, - Jaune switched quickly. – I meant the suit!
- How?
- You know, one of my sisters has a special clothing store that only specializes in fat and tall people.
- Seriously?
- Yes, the Arc's Big and Tall tailoring! - He explained proudly. - We can even go today to look at suits!
- You are a real heroic knight, Jaune! - Mike was completely relieved.
- Worth a try. - Lance, if not as out of breath as his fat friend, was glad to be out of an awkward situation.
The three boys got on a bus that same day to go to the said clothing store. On a white sign in big letters was written "Arc's Big and Tall Clothing Store". At first glance it looked like a normal clothing store but everything was much bigger. Everything was full of X's and the smallest size was at least 3 XL. They were all the same men's and women's clothes, which were also tailored for fat and tall people on sizeable mannequins.
- Big mannequins. - Lance has been to the streets of Vale a few times but he's never been to this store before.
- And even bigger pant sizes. – Mike was also just amazed.
- You can't imagine how successful my sister was with this idea. - Jaune just proudly explained. - There are a lot of obese people all over Remnant who always custom-order clothes that are the right size for themselves. My sister Blanc was a true pioneer in this field.
They stared at the window for a while but Jaune confidently ushered his two friends into the store.
- Hey, isn't it my baby brother?! - A little older woman, similar to Jaune with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail with a black bow and the same blue eyes as her younger brother. She wore black high heels, black stockings, a black skirt, a white blouse and a black vest. - What's up, Jaunie? - Mockingly she pinched her brother's face who angrily shook off his sister's fingers.
- Enough, Blanc! I brought customers! - He turned back to his friends to introduce them. - Mike and Lance, she's my sister, Blanc, owner of Arc's Big and Tall.
- And the Big and Tall Remnant! - Blanc joked. - How may I help?
- There will be a school prom and none of them have suits. - Jaune explained to his sister. - You have to help them stretch well.
- All clothes stretch well on me. - Mike added, causing both the Arc siblings and Lance to laugh.
- Do you have any ideas? – Before starting, Blanc wanted to hear the customer's opinion. - Material, color, anything?
- A standard black suit jacket, trousers, white shirt will be good for me, you know... the usual.
- It can be solved. And you, Meatloaf? - Blanc turned to Mike.
- Could I have leather pants? - Mike was interested.
- NO! - All three of them shouted.
- But why?! - Mike just blinked in confusion.
- Because you need something that lets the fart through. - Lance said.
- I'm guessing you're kinda sweaty? – Blanc tried to get to the point a little more delicately.
- Yes.
- Trust me, - Blanc just shook her head and put her hand on the fat boy's shoulder. - the leather is not a friend of your kind. Many burly guys have already visited here who didn't take my advice and despite them, wrapped themselves in leather on hot summer days. Once, it happened that one of the fat babes needed at least 3 tubes of talcum powder for one pair of pants and one and half an hour to put them on. Taking it off was the real challenge because it had to be cut off. - Mike, if he hasn't yet, now he fully convinced that leather is a bad choice. - If you want to save time and money, then listen to me.
- You won. - Mike had another idea. - A lot of people said that a high neck shirt would look good on me. - His friends and Blanc just shook their heads again.
- I'm so sorry, - Blanc put her hand on the fat boy's shoulder again and continued with the same sweet smile. - your mom lied to you. - Mike's out of ideas.
- Listen, - Jaune wanted to help him. - just trust her. Give her a chance!
- I've already pinched out a lot of big guys! - Blanc was proud of herself.
- Seriously, - Jaune couldn't help but agreeing with his sister. - even our 200kg uncle turned into a meaty Valter Schmerlock!
- He is a very handsome actor. - Mike's confidence is back. - Fine but let's avoid very flashy colors and horizontal stripes. – The smile faded from Blanc's face and raised one eyebrow in confusion.
- Horizontal stripes? - She hunched over tiredly. - Are you serious now? I keep repeating myself that there were a lot of big guys here. You can only leave here looking your best. - She smiled again. - Also, there's a 30-day warranty on everything, if you don't sweat, eat on or tear it.
- I guess, - Lance's attention caught on this unnaturally long guarantee. – they don't really use it?
- Not once in 3 years. I'll bring some test pieces, - She started towards the suits but stopped halfway in front of a table full of cakes. - until then, feel free to eat anything, there's chocolate cake, pumpkin pie and pudding bag. My twin sister Bleue made them from the patisserie across the street.
- See? - Jaune excitedly encouraged his friends. - My sister is a business genius.
Thankfully, both boys managed to get suits of the right size and material, even Mike, despite his sweaty and burly frame. They will definitely look good at prom.
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