Cuts of RWBY

A RWBY Fic Collection by AndrewJTalon

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Cardin tries to make things up to Jaune by trying to improve his game. It turns out terribly... Or does it?

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Jaune sat at the breakfast table with Team CRDL, the clatter of trays and chatter filling the air around them. Cardin, who had been making a genuine effort to be friendlier lately, leaned toward him. To Jaune's surprise, it felt good to hang out with the guys—Ren was his best male friend, no doubt, but he wasn't exactly the "bro" type.

Cardin raised an eyebrow, grinning.

"Seriously? You rode horses all the way here?"

Jaune shrugged, poking at his food.

"Well yeah, I'm a farm boy. We have horses back home. My dad had a few motorcycles, but I wasn't gonna take them to get here."

Sky's eyes lit up.

"Still, that's pretty cool, Jaune! Man, you riding on a horse must have been awesome! How did you not have a girlfriend?"

Jaune smirked faintly.

"Well, I did."

Cardin snorted, leaning back.

"Pfft, sure, Jaune."

"No! No, I did!" Jaune insisted, his voice rising slightly.

Russel slammed a hand on the table, laughing. "Pics or it didn't fuckin' happen!"

With a sigh, Jaune pulled out his scroll and showed them a photo. Cardin's jaw dropped.

"What?! A Faunus—!"

Dove cut in calmly, his tone measured.

"A really hot cat Faunus."

Cardin paused, then nodded. He assessed the picture of the busty blonde cat Faunus hugging on Jaune in the selfie.

"True. She is really hot."

Russel leaned closer, incredulous.

"And what, you fuckin' left her behind?"

Jaune sighed again, slumping slightly.

"We broke up. She wanted me to be a doctor, like my mom. I wanted to be a Huntsman, which she REALLY didn't want. We fought about it, but we decided we wanted different things and broke up amicably."

Cardin frowned, scratching his chin.

"Well, that sucks, man… But I gotta say. If you could land a hottie like that, why are you clowning around Weiss?"

Jaune rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, it's not like my method of getting Katy to date me would work on her! She's sophisticated, elegant—"

Russel scoffed, waving a hand.

"Feh! Come on! Whatever you did to land that hottie has to work!"

"It really wouldn't!" Jaune protested.

Dove tilted his head thoughtfully. "Perhaps not on Schnee, that's true… But it would work on another girl."

Jaune sighed, exasperated.

"Why would I—?"

Cardin's eyes flicked across the room, spotting Yang walking by.

"All right, Jaune," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "I'll make you a deal. You try whatever you did to land Katy on Xiao-Long."

Jaune's eyes widened in panic. "Wha—Are you kidding?! She'll kill me!"

Cardin chuckled. "If you do it, I'll do your homework for a week. And if it doesn't work, I'll do it for a month."

"And if it does?" Jaune asked, hesitant.

"Well, that's a reward all its own, right, Jauney-Boy?" Cardin replied with a wink.

Jaune stammered, "I—I dunno—"

Russel elbowed him, grinning. "Come on, ya pussy! Show us you can do it!"

With a resigned sigh, Jaune muttered, "…Fine." He pushed himself up from the table and headed toward Yang.

Dove glanced at Cardin, his voice low. "I thought we were trying to be nicer to him?"

Cardin shrugged, smirking. "We are! Look, Xiao-Long's just gonna shoot him down, but it'll toughen him up!"

Jaune approached Yang, who flashed him a bright smile.

"Hey, VB," she said playfully. "How's the bird boy club doing? Hope you're not getting all feather-brained—"

Jaune kept walking toward her, silent, his eyes narrowing with determination. Yang blinked, stepping back until she bumped into the wall.

"Uh, you're looking a little intense there, Ladykiller," she said, her tone more uncertain. "You feeling—EEP!"

Jaune slammed his hand against the wall beside her head, locking eyes with her. She froze, startled.

In an even tone, he said, "Hey. I wanna date you."

Yang's face turned bright red.

"I… Uh… What?" she stammered.

"You like to dance," Jaune continued, unflinching. "I do too. Let's go dancing together. On a date."

The cafeteria seemed to fall silent, every pair of eyes turning to witness the scene. Yang blinked twice, then looked up at him, almost shyly.

"…This Friday night?" she asked.

Jaune nearly faltered but managed a nod.

"S-Sounds good. I'll pick you up at seven. Dress nice, I'm bringing flowers."

"…Roses?" Yang ventured.

"Sure," Jaune replied.

"Okay. Sure," she said, still blushing.

Jaune nodded, pulled his hand back, and turned to walk back to the table. Yang watched him go, her expression a mix of shock and mild amazement, her cheeks still flushed.

He sat down with CRDL, and Cardin stared at him.

"…Dude," he said, dumbfounded.

Jaune exhaled shakily.

"Holy crap, that was terrifying."

A beat passed, and his eyes widened.

"Holy crap, that worked?!"

Cardin laughed.

"You have a date with Xiao-Long!"

"I have a date with Xiao-Long?!" Jaune echoed, still processing it.

Russel grinned, holding up his fist.

"Holy fucking shit, bro. Bro. Fist bump. You've earned it!"

Jaune blinked at him.

"But I—"

Nora popped up out of nowhere.

"Take the fist bump, Jaune!"

"GAH!" Jaune yelped, nearly falling out of his chair.