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Sense of Semblance	By : sandman-nobody Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 132765 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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A/N: Oh don’t mind me. I’m just standing here, showering in the never ending stream of reviews, favorites and follows you’ve seen fit to befall me. Seriously, there must be bunch of dirty, dirty perverts out here on the internet. Who knew?
In all seriousness I want thank everyone who liked, favorited and was kind enough to leave a review. The amount of love for the first chapter blew me away and I love each and every one of you all for it. For those worried about dark themes, there will be another Author Note at the end addressing that issue. But until then, here’s a slightly more light hearted chapter to ease some of those worries out there. Enjoy!
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Chapter 3 – A brick to build a castle
The sound of sword on shield echoed through the surrounding forest. At its very edge, the towering castle-like structure of Beacon Academy loomed, its pale features washed in the bright orange and pinks of the rising sun.
The day had hardly begun, and Jaune was already finding the rich taste of soil filling his mouth. Shield braced overhead, a particularly large blow rattled the bone all the way up to his shoulder. Knocked off balance, there was nothing he could do to stop long, toned leg from sweeping across his shins and sending him sprawling. The hunter in training just groaned on his back, a long drawn out sound that earned a look of honest concern from the redheaded warrior stood above him.
“Jaune?” her nervous tone asked, “are you sure there’s nothing wrong? You seeming…” she was hesitant to continue, choosing her words carefully. “Distracted,” she finally voiced, and she had no idea.
While not the most proficient in battle, this morning the young man seemed particularly clumsy. Hidden behind his shield for most of their spar, he seemed to be avoiding her. Or, more accurately, avoiding looking at her. Unknown to Pyrrha, the bright flush of Jaune’s skin had little to do with the warm morning air. Even now, flat on his back and his joints screaming in protest, he couldn’t find the strength to look in her direction. Less his bright blue orbs travel to more dishonorable locations.
What Pyrrha would say if she knew the truth – that the reason he failed to accurately track her movements was that he was too busy watching her move? That the reason he refused to meet her eyes was that they only made him think of her breasts. Ironically, Pyrrha would probably find her partners thoughts wonderful, if not a bit embarrassing. Even if, for Jaune, it had opened a door he found himself too weak to close.
Seeing his teammates half-naked had changed something in the way he saw his friends. Forget about training, even simple interaction proved to be a challenge. He couldn’t even hear the sound of poor Nora’s voice without a brief flash of purple consuming his thoughts.
Sadly, that wasn’t even the worst of it. His power, the power to freeze time, was incredible. So much, that now that he’d discovered its use on the female gender, he couldn’t help but consider them all. Friends and strangers alike. It was just too easy to find himself stopped in the middle of some thought or action, wondering what they looked like beneath their skirts and layered uniform.
He’d been just a boy when his father had given the offhand comment of the Arc libido. Eight children didn’t sprout out of thin air after all. It hadn’t meant a thing at the time, but now the young man couldn’t help but give his old man’s words some consideration.
“Sorry,” he apologized. Still ducking his gaze, he pulled himself to his feet. “I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful. Really, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate what you’re doing, training me. I know you don’t have to. I guess I just… have something on my mind.” Putting on a tight smile, his gaze lifted enough to peek at the revealing nature of her short chest piece and even shorter skirt.
Seriously, how had he never noticed?
“If you would like to talk about it…” Pyrrha offered in a hopeful tone. Gloved hands clasped together, a nervous smile lifted her face. She looked to be the picture of anticipation. Unable to see any of this, Jaune just waved her off, pretending to examine his shield.
“It’s nothing you should worry about.”
It wasn’t a lie, not entirely. He did have a lot on his mind, namely a certain Schnee heiress and how exactly he was going to go through with his plans to make her fall for him. Since his little experiment with Yang, it had been about all he could think about. Among other things. A heavy sigh fell from his lips.
“Oh?” Disappointed, she tried not to let it show. Instead, she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder trying to make him see that she could understand his plight. Even if she couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Jaune, don’t lose hope. You’ve already come so far in just a few weeks, I hope you can see that.” Perhaps taking advantage of their partnership, she took another step closer, enough that she could smell the heavy scent that came with a heavy workout. Her heart clenched. “I know you might not be where you want yet, but there’s power in you.” Her hand reached to touch the front of his breastplate. “I can feel it.”
Pyrrha, mistaking his distraction with frustration, seemed to think he’d lost his will to continue their training. When, in fact, he’d never been more motivated to improve his abilities. Jaune smiled to himself, unable to help it. His teammate’s words struck closer to home than she would ever realize.
Chuckling in the back of his throat, his eyes met hers – if only briefly. “You know what?” he raised an eyebrow, “you’re right. Thanks, Pyrrha. When I’m a world famous hunter, I’ll be sure to let the world know you were responsible.” Back straitening, a cheeky smile earned him a look of surprise from the girl. “You won’t mind sharing a bit of that fame, right?”
Teasing, the response was so out of place and character the red-haired warrior had to take a moment to blink. “Yes! Well, I believe I will just have to manage, now won't I?” she finally answered, mirth in her features.
As deep as her feelings ran for the only son of Arc, it was heartbreaking to watch him struggle with his own confidence. So, seeing him so boisterous, and even bragging, Pyrrha’s smile was honest and bright.
“But if you plan to be the best, you’re training will certainly need to be increased. If you’re up for it, of course.” There was a challenge in her eyes. Still fueled by the pride in his abilities, Jaune seemed to forget himself and raised his sword in preparation.
“Don’t go easy on me?” he smiled foolishly. And go easy she did not. The sound of a body hitting the forest floor echoed soon after.
XxX
Jaune’s gaunt expression betrayed the lack of physical wounds his aura had already healed. Carrying his breakfast towards a group of tables, his mind was still on the utter torture Pyrrha had been able to dish out. His bravado had failed quickly, about as fast as the endless rain of blows against his shield, in fact. Her attacks had appeared to come from all directions at once while losing none of the strength that pounded flesh and bone alike. He’d been cocky and paid the price. Now even the smallest of motions forced his joints to cry in protest.
School had actually saved him. With classes starting, the two couldn’t stay any longer than they had if they wanted to shower and eat. Though, dragging his feet, the pile of bacon and eggs he’d picked up did nothing to inspire any kind of apatite.
His friends were already seated, team RWBY and team JNPR’s tables pressed together as they usually spent their meals. All of them watched in silence as he made his way over. Pyrrha’s eyes shone with worry.
“Guys, serious. I’ll live,” he finally promised. He was glad to see they cared but he wasn’t that fragile… probably. Reaching the group of students he took his place between his partner and the fellow leader of team RWBY. The young girl stared at him a moment longer, her silver eyes wincing at the way he cringed just from crouching down. Thankfully, Nora was always more than happy to steal the group’s attention.
“Now that’s training!” Seated across from Jaune her eyes were alight with passion. “How can you even call it a workout if you can’t taste a little blood?” Puffing up her chest, she shot the boy a thumbs up. “Way to set the example, team leader.” She turned to her companion, seated to her left. “Ren! We’ve been slacking! Get ready because tomorrow morning we’re gonna double, no! Triple our work out!”
She held up her arms, face alight with anticipation. In contrast, the Mistral boy seemed exceedingly less enthused. “Nora, we’ve don’t have a morning schedule.” Without so much as a blink, Nora’s smile turned even more voracious.
“Quadruple, then!” Ren knew better than to try and put up a fight. Slouching over his cereal, he stared down into its milky, grain flecked liquid and seemed ready drown himself in it. Jaune took the picture in, already feeling sorry for the boy.
“Jaune?” a quiet voice sounded to his left. Peeking over he could see the youngest girl eyeing the last of his remaining cuts.
“Wow,” her eyes were laughably wide. “Pyrrha really went all out on you, huh?” she sounded more amused than anything. Jaune shrugged his shoulders. Said girl had apologized profusely after understanding what she’d done. She’d gotten caught up in his optimism as much as him, only realizing afterword his cries hadn’t been from motivation, but fear.
“Kinda my own fault,” he had to acknowledge. Ruby tilted her head, smiling.
Like most mornings, conversations among the groups drifted in and out of focus. Eating at a casual pace, they all had more than enough time to enjoy their meals before running off to class. Falling unusually quite, Jaune easily slipped through the cracks of their click. Which was fine by him.
Out of everyone at the table, Yang found herself the most affected by Jaune’s arrival. It wasn’t by accident she’d picked the farthest end of the table to sit. Away from the other blond and hopefully far enough to keep whatever weirdness had occurred yesterday from happening again.
Like a scar that ached whenever its donor was near or that small excitement you feel when an old friend is close, the body had a tendency to imprint different emotions depending on the person. And though neither Jaune nor Yang was aware of it yet, he’d left his mark.
Smiling and joking around on the outside, she did her best to keep her sidelong glances at the boy from being too obvious. It was the first time she had ever found herself behaving in any way other than her normally bold and boisterous self. But the memory of her unexpected arousal was not easily forgotten.
Escaping the boy’s aura had helped her condition, but not nearly as much as she would have wished. Her entire team had been relaxing in her dorm, and the last thing she wanted was to be around her little sister while her toes were literally tingling. The lockers being the only place to escape to, her joke about a cold shower had turned into reality.
The only thing worse than feeling her body’s state was seeing it stripped down in the bathroom. The swollen shape of her breasts was only made more striking by the sharp points refusing to relax. Tinged pink, her slightly tanned completion looked feverous as she’d walked through the small group of young huntresses milling about. And for the first time, Yang found herself shying away from the attention, rather than flaunting her normally proud assets.
Cool water on her heated skin had left her shivering, but not in the ways she’d hoped. Still tingling, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so worked up. And by Jaune Arc of all things! Even now, peering at him out the corner of her eyes she watched him lazily push around his now cold eggs – every bit the admittedly awkward guy he was.
Lean, shaggy, passive, he wasn’t at all the kind of guy she normally went for. At seventeen, Yang wasn’t ashamed to have already gotten a good amount of experience in the ways of the bedroom. While nothing that would give her a reputation, well, more of a reputation, there had been enough boys that she’d found interesting enough to try and learn what she liked. And what she liked was nothing close to Jaune. So why the hell couldn’t she look away? She wasn’t the only one wondering.
“Why are you staring at Jaune?” The buxom blonde blinked, torn out of her thoughts to find a pair of piercing yellow eyes glittering in her direction. Of course, if anyone was going to catch her it would be Blake. But that didn’t make Yang any less embarrassed.
Eyes wide, she matched Blake’s suspicious stare trying and failing to come up with some kind of explanation. She ultimately failed – deciding she might as well make use of her crafty partner.
Blake had been kind enough to at least try and keep her voice down keeping their other two teammates from joining in. Looking around, Yang leaned in closer, speaking in hushed tones. “Okay… so try and stay with me here.” Blake simply raised an eyebrow, her lazy eyes lifting a fraction of an inch. Yang took that as her sign to continue
“Have you ever…” she looked for the right way to continue, “Have you ever thought Jaune was attractive?” There, she’d said it. And if Blake’s suddenly wide expression was anything to go by, it was the last thing she was expecting to hear from her partner.
Taking a moment, Blake slowly leaned back in her chair, keeping her eyes on her partner. Finally turning to look at the awkward blonde, she tilted her head curiously before shifting back, her face no more understanding. “Wow, really been that long, huh?” The accusation wasn’t lost on the blonde who immediately went on the defensive.
“Hey! I haven’t come back to see any of your socks on the doorknob either miss erotica.” Blake didn’t even flinch, although her cheeks might have darkened for a moment. In a move that was perhaps too casual, the book she’d been reading was shifted from the table to her lap.
“I…’ve, have bad experiences dating. Books are a better fit for me.” Yang couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Ink and pages over sweat and skin? Well, it wasn’t what she would call a Friday night but to each their own. Blake was an odd one after all. She tried to return to the matter at hand.
“Seriously though, dry spells aside, what do you think? Bangable?”
“If you’re into that. I guess so?” she wasn’t impressed.
“But I’m not!” Yang answered, eyes wide and pitiful. This only continued to confuse her friend, who tried to understand the situation. “At least, I wasn’t. Not before tomorrow!” The interest returned. And Blake’s eyebrow rose expectantly.
“What happened yesterday?” she asked in a dubious voice. She could hardly imagine anything strange enough to inspire an attraction towards the boy. Not that she found him particularly unattractive. But more, it was hard for her to see him as anything worth chasing. Then again, her choice in men had a less than perfect track record. So maybe she shouldn’t be so quick to dismiss her.
Yang would have groaned. If not for the memory of the day than for someone else knowing about it. Still, keeping it to herself had done nothing but haunt her. And if anyone was going to know, it might as well be the girl that hardly talked.
“I have no idea!” she admitted. And shook her head. “One minute were just talking, and the next I’m nearly falling over trying to stop my nipples from punching through my shirt.” It was certainly a picturesque description, but Blake wasn’t offended. If anything her interest was only more peeked.
“Because… of Jaune?” Almost in disbelief, both of them turned to glance at the boy who slowly brought a piece of bacon to open mouth, only to flinch at the first bite. Neither was very impressed watching him struggled to so much as eat in the aftereffects of his teammate’s training.
“I don’t get it either,” the blonde agreed as they turned back towards each other. “I mean, he’s nice enough, I guess. But now it’s like whenever I get close…” she trailed off heat flooding her cheeks. That earned a small smile from her friend she leaned in expectantly.
“Whenever you get close?” she led.
Yang’s face pinched, but she still whispered back, “Whenever I get close I can feel my…” she paused, gesturing towards her impressive bust, “get excited.” Her cheeks couldn’t have gotten any redder if they were pained.
Blake paused at the information. “Just your breasts?” she asked. And Yang nodded her head energetically. That was certainly odd, but not any stranger than Jaune having any kind of effect on a woman. This time when she turned to look at him, she tried to look past his goofy appearance and see what Yang apparently was. Maybe there was more to him than she’d thought?
“I guess you can only ignore him then,” Blake supplied. “Unless you want to see where this goes?” Asked more than told, Yang’s answering dry stare was all the dark haired girl needed to see where she stood. Blake found herself smiling in spite of herself.
“Fine, just a few days to get whatever this is out of my system.” Yang supplemented. But even if that was her plan, the memory of the sensations she’d felt that day were hard to forget. And even without the aid of Jaune’s aura stimulating her body, a spark of pleasure snaked its way from between her legs and through her body. A shiver shook her, and she stared stubbornly at her plate. All the while Blake watched on, a secretive smile peeking her interest.
Well, today had certainly started in an interesting way. With a cautious glance toward her sulking partner, her book opened back to the place she’d been. But suddenly, it seemed a bit less interesting that it had just moments ago. Instead, her attention lingered on the two blondes.
For some reason, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there may be more to Yang’s story than she’d let on. And that, perhaps, it might be worth keeping an eye out for the pair.
She lifted her book back in front of her face. But this time to hide the small smile that had formed.
While Yang and Blake sequestered away in their little corner, little did either of them know the object of their discussion was planning to begin his own plot. The culmination of his time at Beacon finally heading to how he could convince a certain heiress she was in love with him
Left to his own devices, Jaune gave up on eating after so much time and found his eyes turning to his left. Across from Ruby, a girl as pale as freshly fallen snow casually picked at a plate of fruits. The young man watched her bring a red grape to her lips, its splash of color stark against her lips, and take a bite. He swallowed nervously.
His plan, as plans went, was fairly simple. Get her on a date, show her a good time. And, if she looked unimpressed, do his best to persuade her that she might feel more for him than she might think. All by what whatever means he had at his disposal. It wasn’t the best plan by any means. But Jaune had certainly chased after her with less. However, to get this chance, he would need to enlist a bit of help.
“Psst! Ruby.” Hearing her name, the smiling girl turned her attention to her friend, brows raised.
“Whaaaaat?” she whispered back in the same exaggerated hushed tone. This seemed to tickle her, made obvious by her dimpled grin. Thankfully she managed to restrain herself from giggling.
“You think you could help me something? Something really, really important?” His tone was pleading and his expression pitiful, both things that delighted the fifteen-year-old sat next to him. Rolling her eyes at the dramatization, she could only feel her amusement increase.
“I kinda need to know what it is first?” she answered. Scrunching up her face, she looked around them at the table full of their friends and quietly added, “Also why are we whispering?” And doing a poor job of it at that. Gone unnoticed by everyone, Blake’s bow seemed to twitch. They continued completely unaware of the spy in their midst.
Jaune fidgeted, eyes nervously flickering around the room. Finally settling on Weiss, Ruby followed his line of sight, only to groan when she finally understood what this show was about. She promptly turned back to face her meal, eyes drawn in disinterest.
“Nope,” she chirped, stuffing her face with a spoonful of cinnamon-y, surgery oatmeal. Even Jaune’s insistent whining didn’t sway her. She just shook her head.
There were a lot of things that Ruby still didn’t understand in her world. Why people felt the need to hurt each other when Grimm were still doing a wonderful job. Why cookies were never shelved in the same part of the store as milk. Why heels were ever invented and why she was expected to wear them. But most of all, Ruby would never understand relationships…
Growing up, Yang had certainly been popular enough for young Ruby to catch onto to what went on between boys and girls. Then, her old school, Signal had been rife with budding teenage hormones. But every time her sister or one of her friends talked about how cute he was or what a hottie she was, Ruby could only stare at them blandly.
Whatever part of the brain that made people act so stupid around the opposite gender, she seemed to have been born without. Which was just fine by her.
“Please!” Jaune begged, for the third time. Sagging against her chair, the young woman finally turned to look at him.
“Jaune, I don’t think she’s interested,” she explained. Quickly realizing that her words could be offensive, her expression pinched in worry. “B-But don’t take it personally, I mean she doesn’t really like me either. Or anyone…” And that only made her remember her strained relationship with her teammate.
Jaune didn’t even blink. “I have a plan!” he swore, “totally foolproof.” Returning to her bland expression, Ruby didn’t seem convinced.
“That’s what you said about the guitar!” she glared. “And your pickup lines. And that thing you tried to do with the hand puppets, that I don’t really understand, but it didn’t work!” Crossing her arms, the little rose was beginning to realize how much she’d been getting dragged into the blond’s crazy schemes. And, that her partner might start to like her more if she didn’t help someone terrorize her on a nearly weekly basis.
“But this time for real!” Hearing the same whining tone, Ruby just slumped in her chair, knowing that eventually she was going to give in.
“Fine…” she huffed. Jaune immediately stared at her, a great smile on his face. Ruby’s face felt strangely warm for a second. “Tell me what you need.”
“Just help me get her alone,” he asked. When Ruby stared at him, eyes wide he rushed to explain himself. “Nothing weird, promise! Just tell her you want to talk near the east wing entrance before classes, okay? I’ll do the rest.” Ruby continued to stare at him, hating that she already knew how it was going to end. With a pissed off Weiss and a depressed Jaune, neither of which she wanted to see. Still, she couldn’t say no. Not while he was staring right at her. She begrudgingly nodded her head.
“Awe, Rubes, you’re the best!” he swore. And once again Ruby felt her cheeks increase a few degrees. Maybe she was getting sick? Eh, nothing a tall glass of milk couldn’t solve.
“Just… don’t feel too down if your plan doesn’t go exactly as planned, okay?” She hated seeing her friend like that. But Jaune wasn’t listening, already off in his own world imagine exactly how his date was going to go.
“Sure, sure.” He waved his hand. “I’ll pick you up a box of cookies as thanks.” Backing away, he picked up his tray and was the first to leave their group of friends. Ruby watched him leave, dread pooling in her stomach.
“Triple chocolate please!” she yelled after him. The group of teenagers turned to look at their youngest friend, but she ignored them. Maybe if he was upset, she could share them with him? Thinking about it, the picture brought a smile to her face. One that didn’t go unnoticed.
XxX
The day had hardly started and already Weiss could feel a headache coming along. Preparing for the day’s first class, she’d been blindsided by the hyperactive girl that was her partner. Running up out of nowhere, she suddenly exclaimed that she wanted to talk with her all the way across the school near the east wing. When asked why she couldn’t simply speak where they were already standing, the little girl had just stared at her with the widest eyes possible. All before running off, with the words, “Okay, see you there, bye!” almost too rushed to comprehend.
Weiss shook her head and closed her eyes. Why she had to be paired with such a… a, a child, she would never know. Skilled as the younger girl was, there were times that seemed the two of them had been put together simply as a test for her patience. A long, long test.
The ‘click’ ‘clack’ of her buckled, black shoes on the floor echoed whilst she neared her destination. Classes would begin shortly, and most of the students were already safely tucked inside. Weiss should be able to make it as well so long as whatever her partner wanted didn’t take too long. But if this was a waste of her time, it would be a while before Ruby could expect anything from the pale girl besides the coldest of shoulders.
She turned a corner, only to blink at the picture in front of her.
Jaune Arc, of all people, stood leaning against the wall in a pose all too cheesy. Eyes closed, his smile was far too confident. And one that Weiss had learned to avoid at all costs. Knowing that it was statically impossible for her to just happen upon such a scene, her brain connected the dots leading to a surge of irritation. One that only multiplied as soon as the buffoon opened his mouth.
“Snow Angel,” he nodded, smirking for all it was worth. Staring at him for a full five seconds in silence, she simply turned her heel and left the same way she’d come.
“W-Wait, wait!” Jaune called. Dropping his suave demeanor, if it could even be called that, he scrambled to chase after her. Around the corner he watched her walking only a few feet away, her red skirt swaying. “Where’re you going?!” He cried.
“Toooo class,” she pointed, as though it was obvious. Turning around her bitch face was in full force as she found herself dealing with this, of all things, so early in the morning.
“Aren’t you going to hear what I what I have to say?” Jaune asked, almost whining. Weiss stopped, turned around, and actually seemed to think about it for a moment. “Fine,” nodding her head, she gave the boy a stare that could only be labeled as glacial. Perturbed, the boy found his confidence waning, as it did so many times in the heiress’ presence. Squaring his shoulders, he did his best to appear collected.
“Mrs. Schnee, would you be so kind as to join me this-.”
“No.”
Blinking, his eyes went wide as he wasn’t even allowed to finish before getting turned down. Weiss didn’t give him another second before turning back towards the hall, long, pale hair whipping back and forth as she strode forward. Jaune gaped after her.
“No?!” he called. And once again found himself chasing after her. Not bothering to stop, Weiss sighed as soon as she realized the boy intended to follow her. Considering all the trouble he went through just to get her there it shouldn’t be too surprising, but she was still irritated, nevertheless.
“That is my answer.” She was being cold, yes. But after trying to gently turn him down so many times the small part of her that felt sorry for his misplaced feelings had died. She was only being as harsh as it would take to get it through his thick skull.
“But you didn’t even let me finish.” Shaking his head, he couldn’t believe how things were turning. It wasn’t at all how he’d imagined it. Weiss’ response was just as quick and cold as a frozen blade.
“Do you really think it would have made a difference?”
Stopped midstride, Jaune found himself staring after her, helpless as she retreated farther and farther down the hall. All he could do was stare at the back of her head, scrambling for a way to save his “foolproof” plan.
Too bad it wasn’t Jaune-proof.
Idea’s racing, he bit the tip of his thumbnail. There was something he could try, but it was dangerous. And certainly a last resort. If things didn’t happen like he planned, if he was wrong in his assumption, then there would be little hope of him ever wooing his dream gal. In a snap decision, Jaune made up his mind and chased after her. What did he have to lose?
“Weiss!”
His voice was far away, but the distinct sound of running meant he would be upon her soon enough. More than anything, Weiss just wanted to sigh. She didn’t enjoy hurting him. Really she didn’t. She wasn’t so cold as to be unable to notice he was nice enough when he wasn’t hitting on her. If not for his feelings, she would even go so far as to say they could be friends. Well, as much of friends as she’d managed with her team anyway. But if she needed to break him for him to realize that there was none, no way, a snowball’s chance in hell of them getting together, then she would. Crushing was what Schnees’ did best, after all.
“Weiss.” He approached her and was delighted when she actually stopped to look back. What he found in her eyes was not the beautiful expression he’d come to love, but something cold and hard. She opened her mouth, no doubt getting ready to tear him a new backside. But this time, it would be Jaune who interrupted her.
“Please!” he begged, stopping her before she could even start. “Just hear me out this one last time, okay?” She glared at him, but he just held up his hands. “Like you said, what’s it going to change?” Having her own words thrown back at her, Weiss temper’ cooled, if only enough wait another moment before hurting the teenage boy.
“You think you’re not interested me,” he started, earning a scathing glare right from the start. “I understand that,” he promised. “I do. All I’m asking is for a chance to change your mind, to, to show you that I can be the guy you’d want to date. So… here’s my proposal.” He took a deep breath before continuing.
“One date,” he held up a finger in her face. “One date, tonight. Just you and me. We’ll have dinner, and then a walk in the park. And then” he stopped, worry taking his features. “Then… if you still say you don’t feel anything for me, anything at all, I promise I will never ask you out again.”
There it was, his last resort. His ace in the hole. If this didn’t work, he really would lose her. And that’s only if she didn’t decide it was easier to just turn him down now. Shocked out of her hard expression, it seemed Weiss hadn’t been expecting his deal either. And in a single, long moment, she silently considered what he’d said.
She should say no, she knew that deep in her heart. Nothing good can come from leading him on in anyway. That being said, the school year had only just begun, and spending the next how many more months being chased by a boy she had no interest in was not how she wanted to spend that time. It was bad enough her entire team thought she was this cold, emotionless witch. Maybe killing this obsession now really was her best option. It was with growing horror that she realized her only avenue of choice.
“I can’t believe I'm saying this,” she groaned, her expression the same as if she were agreeing to open heart surgery. In contrast, even that small of an admission brought the largest of smiles on Jaune’s face.
“You understand that this will change nothing?” Weiss demanded, needing him to hear it. “And that ultimately this will only be a waste of my time and your finances?” Jaune nodded his head, happy as if she’d already just agreed to be his girlfriend. “And yet you still insist on this farce?” Again, he nodded his head, faster this time. Realizing that there was no way of talking him out if it, Weiss crumbled.
“You get one hour,” she pointed a finger in his face. Glaring, it was hard to stay angry against what could only be described as unbridled joy. Did it really make him that happy? Slightly dazed by the thought, she continued until she was sure he’d heard her. “That’s it, that’s all you have. Not another second. And you do not want to find out what will happen if you decide to go back on your word.”
“Arc’s honor,” he held his fist against his breast in some kind of salute. The effect was slightly lessened when he decided to give her a small wink. “But don’t blame me if you lose track of time.” The sheer audacity would have been enough to earn a smile if she wasn’t sure it would only encourage the boy.
“I’ll be counting every second.” And this time when she walked away, Jaune was content to just watch her. Her petite frame and slim hips swaying with her natural pace. Jaune would have swooned if he wasn’t sure his crush would see him. When she finally disappeared, he looked at a nearby clock and jumped, almost late for class.
Right now he’d worry about school. But tonight… tonight he had a date. The first step towards achieving his dream.
A loud cheer could be heard in the classroom’s passing by.
A/N: Okay, so a lot of you out there seemed to express some concern about the less than consensual themes being expressed. I want to assure all of you that Jaune will not be raping anybody and that all sex that occurs in this fic will be done with expressed verbal consent of all heroines. That being said, obvious Jaune is going to need to do a few things for his ‘plan’ to work. Which includes, but is not limited to, the removal of clothing and stimulation of feminine areas. If that bothers you, than I will at least tell you that it is my plan for the each of the girl’s to eventually find about this and even exploit it for their own enjoyment. And yes, I did leave that purposefully vague. Anyway, if even that isn’t enough to ease your calm than I can only ask that you keep reading in the hopes you see for yourself.
Big thank you again to everyone that dropped their love last chapter. Can we see if we can keep it up?
Next chapter -To Melt a Snow Angel: having begrudgingly accepted Jaune’s invitation to dinner, the night of dread turns sweet as Weiss Schnee begins to feel new and strange sensations in the blonde knight’s company. Doing her best to resist and deny the pleasure she finds herself suffering, as the night continues she only finds her condition growing worse. Will this be enough to finally sway the young princess into Jaune’s arms, or will it simply leave her hot, wet, and embarrassed? Hehe, then again, why not both?
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