16

Universal

Only one week left before the Vytal Tournament and Jaune was stressing hard.

"Who could blame VB? Really, him against four dudes, that's not even close to fair." Weiss sighed.

"Obviously fair isn't too high a priority for the Headmaster compared to 'Tradition'." The other agreed.

Not sure why, he knew everyone expected him to lose, that rumor floated shamelessly around, but not out of skill, but principle. Four versus one wasn't a fair fight, so no one would blame him once he lost. A slightly comforting thought. Sure, some had bets to see how far he would make it, a betting pool with the vast majority focused on the first round, a few on the second, a couple on the finals, and one person even bet he would win the tournament. Ha! He wished he had that schmucks' confidence. Must be nice being delusional?

"That's… At least one person believes in him…" Nobody wanted to outright deny the Spartan's words but nobody agreed with her no matter how much the Jaune in this universe grew. Well, nobody except…

"Yeah! Just ya wait and see! Fearless Leaders gonna kick all the butt!"

My Liens on Darling.

Quiet you!

Up yours, you used my questions!

After tackling a level-seven combat droid, reading for next week's exam, and wolfing down a calorie-packed dinner, he ended up going to the only person who would listen to his problems. Someone that never looked down upon him for feeling doubtful in an academy full of cautious stares. Someone who brightened up his room with optimism. An ally, a friend, a companion in the darkest of times.

"Be honest with me, Sir Scrabbles, am I crazy?" The sloth plushie said nothing, resting on an empty bed as he kept talking.

As if to emphasize the point Yang twirled her finger in very telling circles. Nora shrugged, not seeing the problem.

"I mean, I know I'm going to lose, but some part of me wants to try and win. That's dumb, right?"

"Not as much as asking an inanimate object for it's opinion, Ow! Sis?" Ruby pouted.

"Bad Yang! Jaune's dealing with it how he can." Neo nodded in agreement.

Again, nothing, but he took the silence with vigor and stood up to look out the window, underneath the crescent moonlight. Call him crazy, blame the drive to succeed, whatever, but he desired to prove the naysayers wrong, even if they were looking at this from a realistic point-of-view. He managed this far. Why not a little further?

"Yeah! Fearless Leaders done but tons of stuff your supposed to have a team for!" Pyrrha pondered.

"I suppose that isn't untrue…"

"Because I don't have a team."

"Yeah, no easy way to dice that handicap." Blake elbowed her partner who winced.

"I didn't mean it like that."

True, he reasoned with himself and the disproportionate plushie. Asking for a chance to win this tournament was praying for the impossible. He shot a look away from the night sky, shutting it away with the curtains Weiss got him, seeing the Hang in There poster Ruby gave him. That cat spoke to him, along with the dogs playing poker, telling him to bet against the odds. His briefcase pillow sure made arguing difficult, saying he already made it this far, why stop now?

"Oh no, it's not just Mr. Scrabbles talking to him…"

"Is, is Jaune gonna be okay?" Pyrrha pondered the same.

"Perhaps this is the effect of all his training and isolation…"

"All work and no play makes Jaune-Jaune and a Dull Boy…"

"'Sigh' Nora…"

He scoffed and shunned the objects.

No. Jaune had zero chance of winning. Passing initiation was one thing, but this, this was something else entirely. Maybe he should give up and allow the quick beating to happen? After that, he could focus on studying for his finals.

Weiss nodded much against the voice in her head calling her a 'Dumb Itty Bitty Titty Bitch' for agreeing with him. Pyrrha frowned, not like that Jaune was thinking this way as rational as it was…

The year was close to ending, after all. Why chance further humiliation? Brute tenacity wouldn't help him overcome this obstacle. A lot of luck and planning would be needed to garner a thought of victory. Battle tactics and outwitting his opponents, that was the only way he had so much as a glimmer of hope against an impossible foe.

Ren smiled.

He's considering it despite what he says.

You have a keen eye for strategy, an admirable trait. Most soldiers blindly follow orders, and if you had been one of our men, then you would have perished in the line of duty against such a foe. You don't charge at danger. You wait for an opportunity to strike. I highly suggest you practice those observational qualities. They could mean the difference between victory or defeat.

Weiss paused at Winter's praise for the Dolt.

Ugh! I guess even our bitch of a big sister can say something nice every now and again…

Quiet You!... Wait? 'Our' Sister?

No.

Why now?

Stupid memories! Stop giving him false hope!

"No! Smart Memories! Give Jaune All The Hope!"

"Yeah! What Rubooty Said! You Can Do It Fearless Leader!"

"Nora! Stop Calling Me That! /" Blake grumbled.

"Better then Lacy Blakey…"

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Oh, wonder who that is? Maybe VBs got a date." Yang wiggled her eyebrows teasingly at Neo and Pyrrha. The later's smile stiffening while the mute didn't hesitate to shoot the blonde brawler the bird, a scowl on her face.

"Friend Jaune, it's I, Penny. It is precisely eight P.M. Time for board game night! I brought the customary, densely compacted sodium-chloride rich snacks."

"Yay Penny!"

"Is on a date with Jaune." Ruby froze, conflicted… Much to Blake's amusement.

Thank Dust, a distraction. He completely forgot that Penny visited every Friday night for board game night. Some humiliating defeats should help keep his mind off of the—eh, never mind.

Yang shot a glare her sister's way.

"See Ruby. Most people don't destroy the games cause they lose."

"Stop Picking on me! /"

"Stop Being A Sore Loser!"

He quickly shuffled toward the door, allowing her in as she carried a mountain of games he never even heard of, like Twister or Pin the Tail on the Beowulf. She somehow managed to drop them with machine-like precision, not toppling over any of the boxes or bags of chips she brought. Such occurrences no longer phased him when it came to her, like her susceptibility to hiccups.

Awe… Real Doll made a friend.

Who?

Shit! Forget you heard that bitch!

Weiss's brows crinkled, now the voice was keeping secrets from her too!

He just fetched her a glass of water before every game.

The evening started innocent enough with Penny planting the tail flawlessly on the Beowolf. His mark ended inches away from the target, in the eye socket of the beast. Twister was a disaster as she somehow reached each circle without blushing at the close contact, regardless of the impossible angle. Flexibility, meet Penny. So far each game only showed him outclass he really was. Finally, came Grimm Trap, a game where one person had to stop the Grimm from running off with civilians with a crudely designed trap.

She, of course, rolled a twelve right off the bat.

Ruby paled at the sight of Penny one-sidedly owning Jaune.

Maybe I won't invite her to play games…

He only picked up his dice, far too used to such outcomes, and rolled half-heartedly. Penny immediately picked up on it.

"Is something the matter? Your throwing appears to be off."

No point in arguing or denying, not with her. "Be honest with me, Penny, do you think I have a chance of winning this tournament?"

Oh… Real Dolls the last person you should ask that to…

Okay she was sure the voice was hiding something now!

"Speaking off probability; your chances of victory are in the low single digits, but not zero."

He rolled snake eyes, then his own.

"BOO! Fearless Leaders Got A Hundred Percent Chance Of Winning! No! Two Hundred!"

"No, statistically she right." Nora crossed her arms though pouting.

"Hmph, you know nothing Renny, Jaune-Jaunes the Protagonist of this story and the MC Always wins in the end."

"'Sigh' Nora, these are views into other worlds, not shows…"

"Ha! That fills me with confidence."

She laughed, rolling another twelve. "Do not worry, friend Jaune. I will be cheering for you."

A hand shuffling dice stopped. "Aren't you in the tournament?"

"I believe the appropriate saying in this situation is break a leg?"

He smiled at her confusion, rolling whatever number. None of it mattered at this point, she already won, probability not zero or not. At least with her, she sent positive energy his way, so losing to her made the game all the more fun. Maybe one day he might beat her, as long as it didn't focus on dice rolling. Gold Grimm (Fish), that seemed like a fair as a game as any.

"See Ruby! That's A Good Sport! I Never Thought I'd Say This, But You Need To Be More Like Vomitboy!"

"Lalala, I'm Not Listening! And I Am Not A Spoiled Sport! You And Everyone Else Just cheats!" Weiss all but growled.

"Utters! Pedo-Bait! Will you two quit it! I'm trying to watch!" Both sisters turned surprised at the sudden and insulting nicknames yelled at them by their teammate. However when they saw her their eyes widened.

"Weiss? What Happened To Your Eyes!?"

"What Are You Talking About?"

"Um, their… Sorta red." The two watched as her eye slowly faded back to icy blue.

Still, it haunted his thoughts. Some harsh truth should wash away the false hope he had, and Penny had a habit of being kindly cruel. So asking her would numb the stinging rejection.

Pyrrha frowned, even if it was impossible she didn't want to hear someone tell her partner to essentially give up without even trying.

"Do you think I will win the tournament?"

Her hands reached out to grab the dice, giving them an angled toss, and she claimed another victory with a final twelve. A toy Beowolf's demise ended up in a plastic cage, and she grinned this smile that was out-of-this-world.

"Absolutely."

Jaune Arc found it puzzling that Penny Polendina never once hiccuped that night.

"Pyrrha! Quit Smiling! Can't You See She's Winning Our Fearless Leader's Heart!" Pyrrha blushed but Nora wasn't gonna have that! Her sister from another mister could freak out adorably later! She grabbed her shoulders and shook her so hard that when she stopped Pyr-Pyr's eyes were rolling.

"Focus! We Need To Keep Our Fearless Leader As Far Away From This Quirky Menace As Possible! She'll Steal The Lead From Under You!" Ren pinched his brow… Leave it to Nora to prioritize match making over Jaune's sole support in his time of need.

Vytal

Heavy breathing.

Jaune Arc hid behind a boulder as Team BRNZ kept him at bay. Tch! A sniper on top of three close-range fighters. One, maybe two he could clash against, three if he stayed on his feet nonstop, but a gunner pushed that dream down the well.

Ruby cringed, knowing a losing battle when she saw one.

"Without a long range option knowing where she is pointless with three close range fighter." Pyrrha nodded.

"If only he could close the distance."

Best he could accomplish was hide until an opening, any opening, presented itself. Not a chance with a sniper aiming right where his feet stepped. One good shot and he would have to kiss his chances of winning goodbye.

"The Dolt would need a miracle to win." The voice strangely enough didn't retort the statement. Still Weiss took the moment for the opportunity it was to observe some of her possible competition, if nothing else she could learn from this match.

A pair of cylinder blades embedded within the bedstone, and he gripped Crocea Mors, bringing his shield up to counter the person coming up from above. Too late. The guy with the cattle prod invaded his territory and zapped him in the chest, sending a thunderbolt of electricity across his nervous system. Aura alleviated some of the damage and allowed him to kick the man away, but the fighter standing on his shield gripped his defense, and wouldn't weaken his grip. Crocea Mors only remained free because he flicked away those spinning blade but doing so forced him to give up his only protection.

"More experienced, higher numbers and limited combat options, poor VB." For what it was worth the blonde brawler thought he was putting up a decent enough fight.

He couldn't even spare his heirloom a second glance, running away from sniper rounds as he hid in the nearby trees. Okay, he reasoned, ignoring a bullet breaking bark, skill alone wouldn't be enough to win this one-sided brawl. Nope! He needed to outsmart them. Put them in a false sense of security. Easier said than done. All he had left in his arsenal was Dust and his blade. Not much, but he made it this far with less. So hope wasn't entirely lost. At the very least the vegetation prevented little Miss Snipes a Lot from hitting him. So there was that going for him.

Shot!

That one almost hit his foot.

Ruby shook her head, yeah the sniper couldn't hit him yet, but all the mean was she had time to calm, down, to focus her aim.

He stumbled away, almost tripping on the slippery grass and—wait! Slippery grass? Slippery! Yes! What if he covered the ground in a layer of Ice Dust and then trap them? Worked for that combat drone, might work for these knuckleheads since they had the advantage, guards most likely down in the safety of numbers.

Pyrrha blinked… That, might actually work. Neo nodded to grinning, nothing would take the wind outta those huntsman-to-be more then sudden immobilization. It was simutaniously underhanded and humiliating! Oh yeah she liked the way her baby Daddy thinks.

Shot!

Better than nothing. If he could take out the sniper while they were immobilized, he might, between the slimmest of margins, have a chance of winning this round. A solid plan with the surrounding vegetation to supply him ample cover, excellent, because he reached for his Dust and avoided three people skewing the tree apart.

Ren, Blake and Weiss leaned forward, anticipating the move, knwing this would take half perfect timing, and half luck.

Time to play defense!

Dodging behind a bush, he sprinkled some Dust on the floor. Flanking to the left, bedewed some more. He even, when forced to clash, threw a meager amount on their clothing. Nothing but Dust littered the floor, but none of them noticed, too focused on bringing down a single opponent, and in all fairness, he didn't blame them, they should have been brought him down by now.

'Snort' Fucking chump, too eager to notice.

Weiss didn't care for the fact that she agreed with said voice.

Quick footwork kept him just out-of-reach. No matter, he parried the cattle prod, locking the guy's arm in place as the other two charged. A quick twist of his wrist, followed by a knee to the groin, brought the guy down before he hightailed it out of there. Here was hoping they—yes! They were standing by to help their comrade up.

Big mistake.

Neo bounced in her seat, Yes, Make Them Suffer For Caring About Others!

A grip on a handle tightened, Aura flared to life, and Jaune Arc swung on the floor with his Aura's momentum carried over the battlefield. Abruptly, hail encased the better half of the artificial forest, trapping his opponents' knees deep in ice with bits of their clothes freezing in place, locking limbs from constricted fabric. The roaring audience gasped, going from cheering to acute silence. Even Team BRNZ stumbled from the surprise move. Trees looked like snowmen, the temperature dropped, not even Doctor Oobleck, the tournament announcer, had an impressive remark to say.

"Holy Crap VB…"

"I've never seen a better use of Dust…" Weiss huffed but didn't deny it, a bit of irration flickered as the inner voice snickered.

That's my Darling!

Quiet you, you've never even met the Dolt.

Yet…

A chill ran down her spine at that statement.

None of that mattered.

Jaune charged for the direction of the sniper rounds, crossing a great distance by the time May Zedong put two-and-two together. Too little too late! He used all his driving momentum to slash the tree's infrastructure in half, bringing down her one protection from a close-range fighter. His opponent leaped down, hoping to take cover as her allies attempted to break through the ice, but he moved quicker by throwing Crocea Mors to snag her on her hoodie's hood. When it impaled her to the nearest tree, he used every ounce of his honor to keep from smirking.

"BREAK HER LEGS!" Nora rose crying as Neo Followed suit, Weiss clenched her as the Voice agreed with the two Bodily Trauma enthusiast's cheers!

May panicked upon failing to dig the sword out of the bark. She lifted her sniper, only for him to move past the barrel and rip it out of her arms. Away her weapon went, and in its place stood a six-foot-one fighter who had her pinned with her squad mates trapped in a mountain of snow. The next seconds a barrage of strikes, from his fists, connected her body, pounding damage to her low Aura reserves. Screaming filtered in the background, mostly from the pumped-up audience, some from her frantic teammates, and she failed to block any of the pain.

Several of the students winced… But not all.

"Kick her ass VB!"

"No Jaune-Jaune! The Legs! The Legs!" Blake winced, weird how she never thought about how strong a punch Jaune of all people would be able to throw.

Raw strength-wise only Nora and Yang would be able to match him..

He unexpectedly stopped, next strike hovering over her nose, and then his eyes lit up in excitement. Before she could react, he grabbed her sweater and hoisted it around her head and pulled her beanie off in the process. A few more blows with shuffling in the background, and May was disoriented. By the time her teammates had escaped their entrapment, already running over to her, the punches stopped, and when they pulled down her hoodie, Jaune Arc was nowhere to be seen. Crocea Mors was still secured her to the tree, but at least she was safe. Must have hid to strike again. Now, to reach for her—gasp!

Neo eyes twinkled in amusement.

~Clever Boy~

"Where's my Weapon?!"

An eye narrowed behind a magnified scope. Hidden behind a boulder, with the rock keeping him steady, shoulders locked, Jaune smirked with the scope of May's rifle aimed directly at a beanie filled to the brim with volatile Dust. He might not be the most gun-savvy person, but an unmoving target was an unmoving target, not much else to it but to point and fire. Like so, point, click, fire.

Boom!

A whirlwind of color exploded at the forest side of the arena, breaking apart the tundra with an avalanche of elements. Fire roared, ice formed, lightning jolted, somewhere wind beckoned, all of it, every inch of Dust in his arsenal emptied the four misfortune Huntsmen-in-Training in a point-blank range of discharge. Only the audience and he remained safe, hiding behind Barrier Dust and his shield that he freed from the boulder. Bits of his shoulder stung from the recoil of the sniper. Ouch! Who knew holding a sniper required such refined control? Nevertheless, he tossed the weapon during the madness, catching a soaring Crocea Mors covered in all the elements.

Sword sheathed into a shield. A lone body sat on a rock while a cascading of elements rained down on the arena. The Aura levels of all four members of Team BRNZ dipped below fifteen percent, with a couple of them flying through the air and into the barrier, and Jaune Arc allowed a smirk to grace his presence.

"Winner of round one; Jaune Arc!"

Speechless, utterly speechless was the state of his and team RWBY.

"That's… How?"

"Such destructive power…"

"GO FEARLESS LEADER!" Nora was on cloud nine from the most awesome boom she'd ever seen! Ren nodded, impressed, shocked and surprised from the sudden surprise explosion. Pyrrha was little better as she barely comprehended what'd just happened.

Ruby wanted to cheer just as loud as Nora, no louder! Jaune Used A Sniper Rifle! HE COULD USE A SNIPER RIFLE! She Was Totally Making Him Try One Out For Their Not Date-Date!

FUCK YES! THAT'S MY DADDY!

Your What!?

Neo grinned happily, that was the kinda sly trick that Roman would use, she very much approved!

"That… Ozpin was right…"

The disembodied voice spoke with regret and awe in equal measures for the prowess of her student…

Wanderlust

The rumors and stares only got worse.

Pyrrha sighed, knowing that feeling, surprise victories tended result in such… unfortunately.

So much so that he opted to avoid Beacon until the second round commenced. Not for another day or two, which meant he spent the majority of time visiting the stalls to mingle and get lost in the shuffling crowd. Other than refilling his Dust supply, he purposely kept his hoodie overshadowing his eyes to not draw attention. As the tournament progressed, all participants were excluded from classes, a small mercy. Promptly he found himself at the noodle stall, Nora and Ren having the day off. Perfectly acceptable, Nora drew in too much attention at any given time. Everyone wanted to stop and gawk at Beacon's only first-year that won the first round of the tournament. Made him feel sorry for Team BRNZ, losing to a single fighter in a worldwide-broadcasted event.

That could not be an easy title to uphold.

Yang winced, yeah… No mattered how good the opponent there was no way that kinda loss wasn't gonna result in a hit to your pride.

Sitting down, he raised a hand to order a regular bowl, endlessly thankful that the old man never once announced his presence. The food tasted great, not Lie Ren levels of excellence, but delicious all the same. During his second order, another patron sat down, ordering a bowl filled to the brim with tuna.

Blake swallowed at the sight, earning Yang's snicker and a role of Weiss's eyes.

Eh, to each other's choice of taste, he guessed, eating in silence, or so was the plan before the new customer turned to him, narrowing her amber eyes in suspicion when he groaned from swallowing the noodle the wrong way.

Wrong airway!

"Look, it's Lacy Blakey!" Yang playfully elbowed her partner.

"Really, Tuna." Blake shot her a small glare.

"It's food for the brain, something you could use…"

"Ouch, kitty gots claws." Weiss looked to her teammate.

"Really?"

'Pfft' Hahaha! Fucking Utters! K-kitty gots claws, gotta tell Katt that one!

Oh god… It liked Yang's jokes… It really was insane!

"Jaune?"

He flinched in his chair. "Uh?"

She grinned lightly. "Relax, it's Blake, from initiation. I was there when you caught Weiss. I recognize that groan from when she landed on your back."

The memory forced him to laugh as he pushed down his hoodie. "Yeah, not one of my better plans. Don't be fooled, Weiss' much heavier than she looks."

"Excuse Him!" The group laughed, Neo of course pointing the whole time.

"I'm sure the tabloids would pay good money for an inside scoop."

"Ha! I think they're more interested in me at the moment."

She hummed, enjoying the humor for all it was worth. Playing with her tuna, she took a predator-style bite out of the delicious fish, licking her teeth clean of the sacrificed morsel. Mmm! How she cherished the chicken of the sea. So ripe for the picking. Made coming all the way to this noodle stand all the worthwhile. Running into Jaune Arc was merely a stroke of luck, but she welcomed his presence. Beat eating with strangers.

"Aww, Lacy Blakey does care." Said Cat Faunus glared.

Blake, too, ordered another bowl, eating off a Huntress' appetite. No diet for these ladies, calories burned themselves from dangerous training and intense workouts. Anyone foolish enough to count what they ate might as well hang up their mantle, they weren't fit to fight on the battlefield. Huntresses and Huntsmen all ate until their bellies threatened to burst, them two included. Although, some had eating habits that made the food come back up. Lucky for her nine lives, he refrained from having such manners.

"Like Nora with pancakes…"

Some chit chat might be pleasant, though. Something to fill the atmosphere. So she waited before slurping away at some fish-flavored noodles. "I saw your fight. Impressive with what you did with that Dust."

"Huh?"

"What?" Yang shrugged at her partner.

"Guess you can be nice every once in a while." Blake's eyes narrowed.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" She felt just a bit offended.

"I'm not Weiss…"

"Hey!?" Yang shrugged again.

"Just means you're not the social type more of a grumpy cat."

"Oh, you saw that?" Jaune blushed. He hated getting praised. He never knew how to handle it. "It was nothing."

"No, it was not nothing, it was clever." Blake bit into her fish. "More clever than what we seven did during initiation. I guess that's why we failed, and you passed."

"You seven should've passed. I didn't do anything special but grab the Relic. You were the ones killing all the Grimm."

She disagreed. "You're wrong. Yes, we killed plenty of Grimm, but that was a waste of resources and energy. The mission goal was to grab the Relic and retreat. Not to stay and fight a pointless battle. Doesn't matter how many Grimm you kill, failing a mission is failing. You showed everyone that skill alone doesn't guarantee success. I'm positive Team BRNZ got the memo after you outsmarted them."

Pyrrha and Ren nodded, completely agreeing even if Nora pouted.

He devoured noodles. "Too bad I'm not sure if I could think outside-the-box like that again."

"Eat fish. It's brain food." Blake waved the tuna in his face. "Fish has all the answers. Fish."

"Really living up to the stereotypes ain'tcha partner?"

"Yang, I swear to-"

He gently pushed the head of tuna back. "I'm gonna have to pass on the fish. It's not my cup of tea."

She huffed, hugging her bowl. "Regardless of your primitive taste buds, I'm rooting for you."

"You are?"

"If you win the tournament, then the seven of us who failed don't appear bad in comparison. Not if you win as a solo act."

"Boo! Lacy Blakey Sucks At Motivational Speeches!"

Emotions withered away. "Gee, thanks, I can just feel the love."

She ignored his dry sense of humor, reaching into her bag to pull out a book. Then she pressed the hardback into his chest, face blank as he stumbled to grip the spine of her book. She poked him once in the chest before touching the volume.

"Here, take this. I can see you're stressed. Don't be. Sometimes all you need is a good distraction to focus your mind."

"That sounds like an oxymoron."

"Trust me... it'll distract you with its riveting plot and engaging character arcs." Blake smiled at his dopey expression. "Give it back when I get into Beacon. Maybe I'll read it in your room? We could compare notes."

"Did Lacy Blakey just give fearless leader porn?"

"It's not porn!"

"Then Read it out loud when we wake up." Yang turned on her partner.

"Don't you dare! Ruby's too young for that filth!"

"It's Not Porn! It's Art!"

"Porn Is Art For Perverts!"

He felt like arguing, ready to push the book back into her chest, but she swiftly finished her meal and walked away, not offering him even a goodbye. Humph! Fine then. Blake must be confident that she would pass initiation a second time around. Well, he flipped the book around, not like he had much else going for him with the tournament canceling all his classes. Might as well spin a yarn and get lost in some riveting plot and engaging character arcs.

"Ninjas of Love?"

He spent the majority of the night red-faced as he turned page after page of, ahem, classic literature.

"SEE PORN!"

Xanthous

Jaune hated to admit it, but two versus one made the fight somewhat mocking.

Not that he hated such an outcome, but shouldn't the semi-finals have higher stakes? Fighting a pair of Atlas students, while the Faunus cat certainly made things unbearable with her taunts, didn't shoulder the same fear as fighting four on one. Then again, Neon and Flynt kept their distance, not lowering their guard around a single opponent.

Weiss leaned in to obvious, focusing on her possible opponents… Or she would've.

FUCK! SHOULD I CHEER FOR DARLING OR MY RIDE AND DIE!? STUD OR MY SISTER FROM ANOTHER MISTER!?

Crowds cheered, but not for them. A sense of caution clouded them as he approached the two, holding his shield near his chest with Crocea Mors raised above his head.

"Everyone's cheering for VB?" Blake shrugged.

"He is the underdog for this, kinda hard not to cheer for the fighter with the odds against them."

"Still, can't be good for his opponent's egos."

Poor, Katt, she lives to troll too…

Weiss noted that detail, so the cat Faunus focused on psychological warfare.

Jaune tested their movements. He stepped forward, and they stepped back. One went left the other right. He hopped on one foot, and they flinched. Okay, so defense? He respected that. Not enough to applaud them, two against one after all, but he admired their resolve.

Ren's eyes narrowed, analyzing the pair.

"Their overcautious of him." Pyrrha nodded.

"The last team was too arrogant of their victory, these two are too hesitant to make use of their advantage…"

With no other options left, he played offense. Charging forward, his antagonists readied themselves, Neon swinging around a lustrous nunchuck with Flynt building up oxygen for his horn. Then she jumped in front of a musical tunnel, zooming forward with her weapon spinning.

Speed was her game.

Ruby nodded, that was so cool! Maybe her and Weiss could do something like that with her glyphs!

Her roller skates, plus that guy's turbulence, granted her an impressive velocity. She sped past him, delivering a spinning hit to his chin along the way, only for her to reverse her momentum by using her tail on a nearby lamppost, landing a second and then third strike to his chest.

"A impressive use of her Faunus trait, you could stand to learn from her miss Belladonna…" Blake nodded.

"Yes Miss Goodwitch." Blake's froze suddenly looking around her for the Deputy.

Grabbing her proved out of the question, so he ignored her, running straight for her partner. Not an easy task, not with four of him suddenly bursting to life.

"Must be his semblance." Blake nodded.

"It's like Sun's."

Dammit Darling, Flynt's clones can't act independently, don't bullrush him like that!

Weiss blinked at the sudden insight on the Vytal participant.

The increase turbulence shot him back and right into Neon's twirling nunchuck, releasing a high-impacted force attack that bent corners of his armor. He tumbled, groaning when bits of his perforated metal pinched his skin and crashed into a building. When the rubble fell onto him, and he opened his eyes in a layer of bricks and debris, he sighed and rose like a zombie. Okay, going for the music player wasn't a good idea until he finished rainbow cat.

"They have good teamwork despite how different they seem." Ren agreed.

"Sorta like us wouldn't you say Nora." Nora blushed at her partner's unintentional comment.

Standing up, he winced when more metal scratched his skin and sighed with a heated glare. Whatever! No point now, not in the middle of battle. He unclasped his worn-out armor, stepping over dented metal and out the hole-in-the-wall with Pumpkin Pete standing proudly at attention. If he expected people to laugh at the bunny logo displayed on the big screen, he was sorely mistaken. No one chuckled, everyone cheered, especially the munchkins.

Nora and Ruby cheered like the children on screen while Pyrrha sighed, predicting that the unhealthy cereal would be hounding this version of her partner for a partnership like herself…

He ignored the cheering crowd to focus on the shifting Faunus. A step forward followed with a back step. Ocean eyes sharpened. More defense? Enough of this! Dust from his holster got pinched out into the air, and before anyone figured out what was happening, he infused Aura into his blade and swung on the space, creating stalagmites. They raced through the wind, right for Neon, and Flynt ended up saving her before they collided, but that happened to be only a distraction.

A wave of infernos danced the battlefield, circling around their position.

Weiss blinked, the dolt was capable of this level of strategy and dust manipulation?

W-Winter was right about him…

Both Neon and Flynt moved near one another, one firing a string quartet of sound, while the other twirled her nunchucks infused with Ice Dust, combating the approaching wall of fire. Quick thinking saved them, but a layer of smog covered the arena from the collision of fire and ice, and neither them could see their opponent anywhere.

A body then tackled Neon away from Flynt.

"Neon!"

"Lookie Lookie! Jaune-Jaune's a better Ninja then Lacy Blakey!" The Belladonna growled under her breath, half from the nickname, half from the comment, either way each word was making Ren look more and more like a saint for dealing with her.

It was no use, Flynt couldn't tell which direction they went, but he heard the slashes of a sword cutting down his partner's Aura. The fog hid them from his eyes. Neon's grunts sounded nothing like music to his ears. No! Neon was weak in close-combat, not without support.

Ruby noticed her sister staring.

"What?"

"We need to practice CDC later."

He gritted his teeth, grabbed his horn, and summoned his string quartet to look at every venue. Sound waves burst alive in each direction, blowing away steam just in time for him to see Jaune finish off Neon with a headbutt of his blade's handle to her forehead. Down she went, motionless on the ground as her Aura hit zero.

Geez Stud… Poor Katt.

Flynt growled.

Jaune turned around to see musical notes coming for him. He swiftly dug Crocea Mors into the ground, preventing him from flying away a second time. Feet strained in a sound tunnel with his sword the only thing keeping him tethered to the floor. Change of plans! He skidded to the right, escaping his prison, only for Flynt to summon his army of replicas to corner each possible position for him to take, but he waited. Being a musical player himself, this Arc knew of one weakness a horn player had.

His Aura only needed to outlast the man.

Most were confused, all in fact… All except Weiss who was a singer.

Seconds soon turned into a minute, and he felt his bones shaking in the soundscape, but he couldn't ignore the way Flynt's face was turning bright red from exhaustion. That was right, everyone needed to breathe, especially trumpet players.

Yang blinked, never in her life imagining music lessons would pay off in battle.

One, two, and three! He dashed forward, betting everything on his next move as Flynt took a quick intake of air. Too late. Crocea Mors swung upward, missing his head, but cutting half of his opponent's armament with it. A horn trumpet couldn't produce sound, and a sharpened blade hovered near the throat of a musician.

Flynt Coal offered Jaune Arc a smirk. "I forfeit."

"Winner of round two; Jaune Arc!"

Again the redheads of the room cheered! Pyrrha being the only one to blush afterwards.

He ignored the waves of cheering and shook the guy's hand instead. "Good fight."

Flynt tapped his weapon. "I'm rooting for you."

He smiled and helped Flynt carry Neon to the infirmary.

That's my Stud, I'd be pissed if you didn't hep out my ride or die…

Yang sat back not as enthused as her sister and Nora and noticing it Blake spoke up.

"What's wrong, you look unhappy with Jaune's wins." Yang sighed.

"It's not like I'm not happy for him, it's just…" She scratched her head, trying to find the right words.

"I just, I thought VB was gonna tank in round one y'know." Weiss rolled her eyes.

"I doubt any of us but Nora imagined he could pull a victory." Yang shook her head.

"No… I mean, I thought he'd tank, like not stand a chance y'know." Both Weiss and Blake went quiet, njot wanting to admit they'd thought the same. But Blake spoke what her partner was trying to convey.

"Because this Jaune is like our's." She nodded.

"Yeah, he ain't a hero or some kinda sun god… Or anything like the others. I totally expected VB to fall flat on his face in round one despite all the work I saw him putting in. 'Heh' Guess me being a bit of a ass isn't exclusive to other worlds huh?" Blake couldn't retort it and even a bit of guilt washed dover her, Ren even frowned at the statement. It was true after all, Jaune was winning, more then any of them thought he could. And maybe that said a lot about what they thought of their own version of the blonde knight..

Halfway there, a mass of red hair stood at the medical wing's doorway, green eyes locked on him with a familiar smile. Flynt shoulder bumped the Arc and relieved him of Neon. He gave the two privacy in the hallway with poor Jaune trying for his life to remember her name.

"Ah, you're, um, gah! What was your name again? Hold on, gimme a second to remember!"

His guest smiled warmly. "Pyrrha, Pyrrha Nikos. It's a pleasure to meet you again, Jaune."

Pyrrha's eyes turned on the screen excited, finally she was here!

His expression lit up, pointing down at his bunny logo. "Now I remember! Pumpkin Pete's cereal box!"

She giggled, of course that would be what he'd say.

That warm smile turned embarrassing. "Yup, that's me all right."

"Sorry!" Jaune stood awkwardly in the hall. "Hey, before I forget, thanks for unlocking my Aura, Pyrrha, it really helped a lot. So what's new? I haven't seen you since initiation."

"Nothing much. Promoting unhealthy cereal and preparing for the next year at Beacon." Pyrrha frowned. "I was wondering, is there still room on Team Jaune?"

Weiss was about to role her eyes until she recalled that now said team was lead by a version of the Dolt who'd managed to make it to Vytal's finals.

"We have high standards, Miss Nikos. Ahem!" Jaune graced her with a shoulder bump, pretending to be all stiff. "Can you pass initiation? I know it's challenging, but dash it all, if I can do it, so can you."

Pyrrha Nikos laughed at the horrible accent, flipping that frown upside down.

He dubbed it her Hello Again smile.

Nora of course cheered making Pyrrha jump.

"YAY ARKOS!"

Yourself

Jaune had a sinking feeling that this Mercury Black guy hated his guts.

Each one of those kicks hurt!

If he thought his footwork was satisfying, then this guy was phenomenal.

That… was concerning to Ren, Jaune had excellent footwork, it was one of his stronger points even in their world.

Right as the battle started, he went straight for offense, crossing the distance between them in what had to be four very long steps. Somehow the one-on-one fight proved to be the most challenging of the bunch. Between blocking kicks that shook the ground beneath his feet, and aiming to hit an adversary skilled in sidestepping, he spent the majority of time on defense.

Weiss's eyes narrowed on the opponent, he fought more like the Jaune from the Machiavellism universe strangely enough… Yang blinked shocked, at the skill being shown while Ren wasn't much better. The two martial artist recognizing a pro when they saw it.

Not like it mattered. Distance wise, breaking any was an impossible feat, so he stayed fighting in close-quarters combat against a man who wanted his head. Oh well. He blocked a kick from above, using his shield, only for Mercury to use it as a steppingstone. He lunged into the air, kicking his shoes to fire an air-based projectile. Jaune barely dodged it, scoffing as more followed with their momentum keeping him in the air.

Of course, they were guns, too. Why wouldn't they be?

"Gun Boots! So Cool!" The Reapette paused then before shaking her head.

No! Bad Ruby! Not Cool! Very Not Cool For Jaune! Stop Nerding Out And Cheer Damn You!

Left-right, left-right, he skidded to dodge a few, using the rare moment to create some distance with his shield raised over his head. His hand reached down toward his holster, not giving up such an opportunity to retaliate. Dust flickered in the air, turning into wind itself from a momentum driven swing, only for the turbulence to clash harmlessly against Mercury's. They kept at it, kicking feet meeting swinging arms. A tornado of wind encircled around them with Jaune grunting once he noticed some of Mercury's shot spinning inside the vortex. Soon the twister worked against him, pinning him in the eye of the storm as a volley of wind energy pelted down upon from every conceivable direction.

Yang stared in shock.

"Geez, and here I thought he was a close-range fighter…"

"Could that be his semblance?" Ren shook his head at Weiss's suggestion.

"No, that feels more like advanced dust manipulation…" Pyrrha nodded.

"His aura didn't drop so it wasn't a semblance."

Ground shook from the onslaught. Mercury kept up his endless barrage, smirking from the air as he met no more Wind Dust resistance, and when his feet finally tired, he landed gracefully on the floor with hands hidden in his pockets. On the floor, barely moving was the guy who messed up Cinder's plans. Served him right for destroying months of hard work, killing those excessive amounts of Grimm only further delayed their scheme.

Most were too worried about Jaune to notice, but the one of those viewing from beyond wasn't and below Blake caught the odd comment.

So with a final glare, he turned and began walking off stage, even if his Aura remained diligent. Above fifteen percent or not, he wasn't getting up anytime soon. No one could withstand that impact and stand back up.

It was impossible.

"Not For Fearless Leader!" No nodded, figures stilts would be sloppy at finishing the job. Luckily her Baby's Daddy would make him suffer for it she was sure.

On the floor, body hurting, Jaune struggled to move his muscles. Everything ached. From the tips of his fingers to the ends of his toes, pain everywhere. When he failed to stand on his knees, he slipped and tumbled onto the floor. A counter went off in the background, approaching zero between a repertoire of ten seconds. He smiled despite himself. Guess this was his limit? Second place? Not a terrible way for his first tournament to go, much better than he had anticipated from the start.

"That…" Weiss bit back any comment she had, a odd sense of guilt hitting her in that moment. She agreed with the Dolt's counterpart and yet… She didn't wanna accept it.

C'mon Darling, don't lose to a bitch like that!

She found the voices cheers not… unagreeable? Around her team and friends were feeling the same.

Time to give—?!

"NO! YOU CAN DO IT FEARLESS LEADER!"

"Get up, Jaune!"

Ten!

"Move your butt, Vomit Boy!"

"YEAH WHAT I SAID VB!"

Nine!

He turned his head toward the sound of those voices piercing through the crowd's cheers. In the stands, as bright as day were people he could call friends. Ruby, Yang, Weiss, Penny, Nora, Ren, Blake, and Pyrrha all cheered him on. Some waved around flags, others threw hands up in the air, and where did Penny get that shirt with his face on it?

"We're All Rooting For You! There And Here!" AJ smirked at Ruby.

Eight!

"What they said."

"Whoa, really feeling support for Loverboy there partner." Blake ignored Yang, refusing to cheer out loud to a screen but certainly giving the blonde on screen her silent support.

Seven!

"The odds are still in your favor, friend Jaune!"

Fuck Yeah Real Doll! You Tell Em'!

Would It Kill You To Not Shout!

Would It Kill You To Take That Stick Out Your Ass And Cheer For My Stud!?

Six!

"Show that guy who's boss!"

"Yeah Break His Legs!"

Five!

"Good luck!"

Four!

"Prove the naysayers wrong!"

Three!

"Make the impossible, possible!"

AJ smiled to his brother from a different dimensional mother who was quite invested in the moment.

Two!

He wasn't alone, not anymore.

Emotions bubbled deep beneath his soul. Aura reacted to such comforting words. It burst to life as the energy soared throughout every cell in his body, illuminating his Aura in a warmth related to that of a star.

"WHOOHOO JAUNE-JAUNE JUST UNLOCKED THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP!"

"Nora I Think His Semblance Just Manifes-"

"FRIENDSHIP!" While usually her and Ren's comedy routine might've garnered the other's amusement the others stared in shock but then…

"Is that Aura Amplification?" AJ Shot Jinn a look.

"Don't you dare…" The giantess sighed, spoiled sport.

His feet got up from a sudden pull, a gravity that was trapped inside him, hidden, dormant in chilling darkness.

One!

Zero never came. Mercury Black turned around to see Jaune Arc covered in a layer of amplified Aura, brighter than the surrounding lights with a snowy pitch glow.

"It's is!" Pyrrha shook at the realization.

"So this all but confirms it then right?" Ren smiled leaning back.

"The only difference in the world are purely choice, not setting, rules or mechanics." Yang pumped her fist.

"So VB Definitely has a broken Semblance then." The group was excited to say the least, Weiss unable not to think about it's applications and ways to develop it in combat while the voice…

I wonder if it'd let him fuck longer?

Neo was having similar thoughts, but those came second to seeing the blonde kick some cripple ass.

The stars aligned for Jaune, and he pushed his hand out to observe the extraterrestrial sensation expanding his muscles and accommodating to his nerves. He formed a fist, blinking at the surge of power. Such energy? Where had it originated from? To that, he only thought of one logical conclusion.

His Semblance.

Aura Manipulation? No. Aura Amplification.

"Mister Arc…"

Jinn smiled, looking passed the space they inhabited to the wayward teacher, she'd admit to deriving a small bit of satisfaction from her conflicting feelings. She felt it was warranted given that said woman pinned him against Winchester over and over again.

The way his body rejuvenated only made sense. He suddenly felt lighter on his feet, more in control with his highly trained muscles expanded. What an amazing feeling. Almost felt like breathing.

Pyrrha nodded, recalling how the Jaune from the Machiavellism world utilized his semblance. Such may be a good way to approach his training with Aura Amplification.

"Hey!" Mercury yelled. "You're really going to try and keep fighting with such little Aura? Just go down. Save yourself from some embarrassment."

'Screw You Stilts!'

Pyrrha looked to Neo.

"Stilts?" Neo shrugged, she wasn't about to explain.

Jaune said nothing. Crocea Mors shined in his hand as his palm drifted downward. He effortlessly tossed his last vial of Fire Dust and upturned a swing with an Aura Amplification, an amplified burst of strength that exploded the Fire Dust into a majestic flame that scorched toward Mercury. His contestant forcefully shielded himself from such a blast, using his feet as a cataclysm. In the end, his metal leggings were shown to all the world to see, including a dusty old crow watching from the stands.

For once Ruby actually ignored not only Mercury's awesome robotic weaponized legs but also even her awesomer uncle in favor for.

"Kick His Butt Jaune!"

Jaune only blinked.

Robotic legs?

Irony, please shut up! Training bots, meet your leader. He almost laughed.

The others did in fact laugh, Nora loudest as was the natural order of things.

Of all the opponents to challenge! Of course, Mercury made even the level-seven training bots pale in comparison, but still. Monty Oum must love messing with him. He failed to keep his mouth shut, allowing his lips to beat his brain to the punchline for the first time.

"You're nothing more than a training bot."

"What the hell did you just say?!"

"Haha-Holy Crap Vomit Boy! Best Dis I've Ever Heard!"

"Jaune-Jaune Is Sassy As Hell!"

He ignored him. There were a total of eight levels corresponding to a combat drone. Steppingstones, if only they had been his friends from the start, but who knew where he might be at now if they had distracted him at Beacon?

That made them pause, but before they could begin to spiral AJ spoke up.

"You aren't a burden to him in your world."

"But were not helping him either…" Ruby looked down sad, yeah, except for Pyrrha what've thye actually done? She really should've-

'Bam!'

"Owie!" Ruby grabbed her head looking up tearfully to AJ who smiled down to her.

"None of that, your Jaune will catch up to this one in the strength department… Just, give him time and watch."

Not here, in the finals, with his Semblance backing him up. Well, maybe, perhaps, it didn't matter anymore.

His feet moved.

Mercury was still dealing with some first to second-degree burns when Jaune invaded his space, blocking a sword swing with the base of his boot. A costly move, metal bent underneath an imposing force. He shivered back, attempting to fire more rounds of his shoe guns, only for his opponent to slice through his bullets with Crocea Mors.

Pyrrha tensed as she leaned forward, finding herself as on her seat's edge for Jaune's fight as some of her own fans were for her.

"Come on Jaune… You can do it."

Battle instincts heightened under an influx of Aura control. Jaune grabbed his heel by tossing his shield, entrapping him in a ray of light.

Ruby nodded, as she looked worried while beside her Weiss blinked impressed by the sudden insight Arc displayed.

"Not this time. And thanks to your legs being mechanical, I don't feel bad about doing this."

Crocea Mors suddenly drifted downward, slicing through the dented metal like butter.

AJ Smiled, deriving a bit of pleasure form that given what Black had done to Yang in his world. Blake nodded.

"He took out Mercury's biggest advantage."

Aura helped. Mercury stumbled with one leg, got pressed down by Jaune's limb, and had The Yellow Death pointed directly at his Adam's apple with that snowy glow putting the surrounding lights to shame.

FUCK YEAH!

Weiss Gave Up Trying To Stop The Voice, it was a practice in futility, it wasn't at all because she was happy for the Arc, nope, not in the least.

He couldn't move, failed to utter a word, and realized that Emerald was nowhere to be seen.

"Winner; Jaune Arc!"

"TOLD YOU! I TOLD ALL YOU! GO JAUNE-JAUNE!" Nora was positively roaring in joyous cheer while the others either looked with shock or happiness for the Arc's victory despite being so similar to their own. Finally, though Ren reached out, calming his partner with his semblance.

He smiled though as he looked to Pyrrha, all but squealing as she looked on cloud line, much like a fan would when their favorite team won a game. The fact miss Politan and Ruby were acting the same spoke volumes… Some of what were perhaps a bit concerning.

Jinn and AJ felt it then, the sudden loss of a presence, he looked top the giantess who shrugged.

"They aren't bounce here like those eight."

"I see… So who woke up?" Jinn smiled slightly amused and pitifully for her extra dimensional lover.

"Not Bleiss I'm afraid." She saw how he looked away not willing to confirm her implied dislike for the obsessive Schnee Counterpart.

"No, it's the one who was most shocked by this world."

Zealous

How time flew.

Weird to think it was a whole new year.

"Huh, Timeskip, neat."

Beacon Academy felt dull without the exchange students around to fill the empty rooms.

Huh? Now that he mentioned it, he never knew what happened to the runner-up of the tournament. Seemingly, someone named Qrow Branwen went to have a chat with Mercury and his friends after the competition. Something about Emerald needing assistance with Ozpin busy interrogating one of her teammates for various other reasons with Glynda around to get to the bottom of the story. Jaune shrugged his shoulders, he didn't know, not his team. Not even Beacon students. Not his problem.

"Uncle Qrow wanted to talk to that jerk…" Yang snickered.

"Hey Drunkle Qrows not exactly a saint himself y'know. Birds of a feather and all." Ruby stuck out her tongue at her dumb sister. Uncle Qrow Was Awesome After All!

Meanwhile AJ groaned! Why!? Why Did This Have To From His Perspective!? Dammit! Just Show The Evil Bastard Doing Evil Bastard Things!

So that left him to stand awkwardly on a podium as bright and eager students flocked into the auditorium.

Ruby pitied her fellow socially awkward friend.

Headmaster Ozpin asked him personally to make a speech. Half because he felt he earned it, and the other, and more exclusive reason focused on the fact that Glynda Goodwitch went on an early vacation with earnings from some gamble she made. Presumably, she made a killing, winning a one-to-thousand bet. Happened right after he won the tournament. Huh? Odd. Go figure.

"No fucking way…" Blake smiled.

"Perhaps it was her way of atoning for forcing Jaune to fight, expecting to lose some lien…" Neo pouted, if that was the case then Goodbitch lucked the hell out! Pyrrha though shook her head.

"No, Miss Goodwitch certainly saw how this version of Jaune was improving… I'm sure she had at least some faith in him having a chance…"

If only our own could follow her example instead of pinning him constantly against Cardin.

As the students flocked in, he pulled against his hoodie, butterflies in his tummy. Just a year ago, that was him down there, looking up at this stage. Ah! He still remembered Weiss calling him Mr. Tall, Blond, and Scraggly. Uh-huh!

Bitch…

"Will You Be Quiet!" The others backed away again.

Dammit! Stop Ruining My Reputation!

All-natural blond right here. Seemed so long ago, sleeping in the ballroom, getting flung out of a catapult, running for his life. Sweet, blissful memories. Now he got to watch people soar through the air.

Tomorrow was going to be a fun day.

"Huh? You think that's what Velv and the rest of CFVY felt like watching our Initiation?"

"Shh! Quiet Yangarang, I don't wanna miss Fearless Leader's awesome speech."

Maybe more than one person might pass initiation? Whelp! With that in mind, next to the students below getting restless, time to get the show on the road. The sooner, the better.

"He seems more… assured of himself." Yang shrugged.

"Guy won the biggest Tournament solo, be weirder if he didn't have a pep in his step."

Penny planned to barge in and take him to the local arcade. Sounded like a blast, this time he would beat her at something. Fingers crossed for the dancing game.

"Awe, Loverboy gots a nerdy little girlfriend." Ruby's expression turned from excited to annoyed in record time.

Beyond that, he considered running into the forest with the new first-years, tempted to train as the level-eight combat drones hardly put up much of a fight.

"Holy Crap, He's Taking Those On Alone!?" All of the stared in shock, how strong was this Jaune Now!? Several were tempted to use a question for that alone…

If not, then to at least return to his room and catch up on the latest issue of Ninjas of Love.

Blake perked up only for Yang to give her a mused looked.

"Down Kitty."

"… You suck."

Sir Scrabbles loved it when he read it to him. Ha-ha! Ha! Uh? He needed to make some friends.

"Yes! Make Friends! A Quirky, Nerdy, Awesome Friend Like Me!" Ruby paused as she noticed her team looking to her"

"I said that out loud didn't I?"

Kill Her Now Before She Can Sink Her Claws In My Darling!

Will You Shut Up! /

Kill Her And I Might!

Weiss paused… She didn't like what the moment of hesitation said about her…

Most people kept their distance now in awe-inspiring inspiration, like some podium he had trouble getting off, a true buzzkill.

Pyrrha sighed, knowing that feeling way more then she cared to admit.

Maybe this year things might be different? Only one way to find out!

He coughed into the microphone to grab everyone's attention.

Jaune Arc stood at the podium, sporting a five o'clock shadow with messier locks. Vials of Dust hung on his multiple belts, a rainbow of color, and Crocea Mors hung on his hip with his shield strapped to his back. Cheerful ocean blues searched the crowd.

Yang paused, let it be said Confidence was a good look on her fellow blonde.

"Huh? VBs kinda…"

Hot.

He grinned at the seven familiar faces staring back.

"Welcome to Beacon Academy."

The view cut off then, the seven stared for several more seconds before.

"YES! Fearless Leader Kicks Ass!" Said Valkyrie proceeded to dance in place while Ren smiled at her antics. Pyrrha though sat back, feeling proud of Jaune's achievement in the view and also more motivated then ever to help him do the same in theirs

"So, VBs Kinda a badass with some training."

"The results kinda speak for themselves…" Neo nodded, already thinking of a training regiment for her new second favorite Dum-dum. Hey, obviously Cereal Girl's training wasn't cutting it after all. She turned to look at Bugbites who seemed deep in thought. She blinked then, almost swearing she… Saw something there. Eh, just her imagination, she was sure.

AJ watched the group converse, talk and strategize over him, it made him smile, he was sure the Jaune from their world would benefit from this. Before he could speak any further though Jinn coughed spinning a view in her hand, he sighed, supposing she did have a point.

With Glynda gone the need to play more before any others could disappear was quite imperative. Looking to her he froze though as he saw the view, or to be more specific the coral hue that emanated from it.

"No…" She sighed.

"We knew we were gonna have to view these when we accepted views form him after all." The others turned, noticing the pair talking.

"Um, is everything okay?" AJ looked to them and they saw the familiar bout of terror in him. Yang was the first to look up to the view on Jinn's fingertip.

"NO! Not Again!" She ran, tackling Ruby down to cover her eyes.

"You Are Not Corrupting Her Any Further!"

"Yang! Let Go!"

I WANNA BE LEWDED… Wait.

"I demand we be woke up this instant! I Will Not View Arc Fornicating Again!"

WAIT WHAT!? WE GET TO SEE DARLING GO BALLS DEEP IN US! FUCK YEAH!

NO! NO! I WILL NOT EVEN ENTERTAIN THAT NOTION!

Blake was notably quiet, not giving any denial to the want to view such again. Ren stared at Nora, guarded.

"What's wrong Renny?" He took a defensive stance.

"Not this time partner…" Nora's eyes somewhat dulled.

"Do you wanna see naked girls that bad Renny?" He blinked.

"What?" And she took the opening or would've had Neo not appeared deciding to spare the Lie boy from another concussion view chokeholding him. Tightening her hold his eyes rolled to the top of his head before he passed out.

Neo let him go, shoving the oriental boy into the couch, sure he'd thank her later, what could she say, part of being their leader's woman was making sure they got as little bodily trauma as possible. Lie could thank her for the easier transition into unconsciousness when he woke up. Now was the time for more important things. She leapt to her seat beside Cereal Girl eager to see another view of her getting some.

Pyrrha shot her a slight glare.

"What makes you so sure it'll be you." Neo grinned.

"He'd need to know you like him to do anything, so your cowardly ass is outta the lottery." And if he wasn't banging her well, there was really only one option then.

"Okay, I'm not dealing with this again…" Flicking her fingers the chains came forth once more, golden chains wrapping around and pulling the eight against their seats. Neo looked quite satisfied about it, only really considering if her man would like to try bondage?

The others though…

"NO! Please! At Least Let Me Knock Out Sis So She Doesn't Have To See!"

"What!?" Ruby struggled to run away while Yang struggled to knock her out. Weiss meanwhile.

"No! I Don't Wanna See His… What? I refuse to call Arc's Phallus that!... No I Am Not A Prude!" Bl;ake groaned.

"Great Weiss is talking to herself again and I can't even back away…" Jinn meanwhile looked to her partner, AJ holding his breath till…

'Thump'

He passed out. It was actually a bit impressive…

She sighed, supposing it was better to just get it over with now rather than wait. Angling her hand right she flicked the orb at the screen, watching it shatter as a scene begun to play out almost immediately. The screen rippling as another more intimate chain surged out. The kind Neo was all to familiar and very eager to connect with again!

It struck it's mark, their amber eyes going wide, Weiss sighed in relief… And disappointment… That She Was Sure Belonged To The Voice currently Cussing Up A Storm In Her Head. After all for a second she was scared it was gonna hit her not… She turned to look to her teammate. Not Partner, nor her sister but instead.

Blake looked down to her chest, seeing the chain thin until it was little more then the thinnest of golden thread. She reached for it only for her hands to go right though it and then… It pulsed.

'Clap! Clap! Clap'

He stared down, torn between the beautiful sights that greeted him, the slim, flawless waist and back presented to his gaze. Hair as dark and beautiful as a starless night shifting with each thrust. And of course the thicc bubbly ass the jiggled with clapped with every collision with his pelvis.

Blake abruptly seized up, her eyes dilating as her nervious system went from zero to two hundred in a instant! A abrupt and frankly massive pressure suddenly manifesting in her body! Head flooding her core as a phantom substance swished around in her womb.

His hand came down roughly, spanking the supple flesh of her phat rear, the Bellabooty rippling from his palm strike. The pale flesh bright red from his constant attention to it.

Yang stared at a absolutely loss for words as she saw her partner more expressive in a sudden instant then she'd been all year! Said catgirl looking like reaching out, cupping her mouth as a excessive cry was muffled by her palms.

Weiss was scared and confused, torn between looking to her friend and the screen, not sure which was more shocking or depraved!

FUCKING CAT BITCH THAT SHOULD BE US!

He reached out, taking hold of her black locks, working them into a nice reign just like she liked it before pulling it back. Her head pulled up, her body instinctively following suit and backing as well only to meet his sudden and abrupt thrust. The loudest of wet meaty claps rung then as his buried as deep as his cock possibly could into the catgirls's clinging depths.

Ruby stared at her teammate's expression, looking pass the gritting teeth as tears forming at her eye corners. Seeing the way her hands shook, how her face flushed and eyes fluttered alongside the kitty ears on top her head.

A faintly sweet scent could be detected and it only made her silver eyes grow duller despite how her cheeks flushed.

"I Love You Blake!"

'Smack'

Hands landed hard on her rear, palms sinking into the fat of her glorious ass before he roughly pulled her back into him by it. Her shifted his hips against her thick booty, his curving cock grinding against the constricting walls of her needy cunt as his fat mushroom tip hit sweet spots he'd learned to memorize.

Some drool seeped out from between her fingers as her body begun to slightly shift to match her counterpart's movement and meet the phantom phallus that was currently breaking down her reasoning!

Neo and Pyrrha glared the catgirl's way as they saw her act out her other's actions, envying ever second of it.

"Blake I'm Getting Close!" He moved, pushing He was all to willing to accept to present given and push her down, her face abruptly burying not the sheets as she pushed her ass up. He knew what she wanted and slowly, cruelly pulled his cock out, the Arc of flesh slick and glistening from her pussy's loving caress.

"Well Blake, tell me what you want?" He needed to hear her say it…

Blake was hyperventilating, her breathes heavy and not aided from her hand's muffling, only helping to further cut off her circulation. And yet she knew exactly what her counterpart was expected to say… And the 'reward' that'd come from it.

Yang watched horrified as her partner's hands let go of her mouth before the traveled south to her ass.

His hands pulled her thick cheeks apart, revealing her puckering rear, a loud slap being heard as he let his cock fall between her ass. The slick shaft sandwiched there before he pulled it back, his cockhead angling right in front of her wanting bud.

He leaned down before spitting, the saliva being pushed in as he kissed her eager rim with his helmet of nerves.

Blake could feel it! Hot pre-cum leaking into her ass! Lubing it! Prepping her for the fix she hadn't had in so long!

"Well… Kitten?" She was helpless…

"PLEASE FUCK MY ASS NYASTER!"

-0-0-0-

Emerald eyes shot open as Glynda all but rose outta bed, sitting up she stared ahead of herself, memories flashing, of a room she viewed from above that was almost nothing but white. But that paled in comparison to what else she'd seen something utterly ridiculous simply because it was impossible to occur.

"A single passing Initiate…" A figure trying with everything he had to make his dream a reality. Slowly but surely achieving that and… And more then she could ever imagine a single student could in such a short time.

The same student she'd disparaged so much… The one she refused to believe was prepared for Beacon and who she constantly pitted against Winchester in hopes of making him throw in the towel before he got himself of his team hurt on a mission.

"Mister Arc…" Her Scroll rung then and she reached for it.

"Hello?"

"OhThankHeaven!GlyndaItWouldAppearThatSomethingsOccuredWithTheMemebersOfTeamRWBYAndJNP-"

"Doctor Oobleck, please slow down." She tried to shake off her tiredness, and get an answer only for another voice to cut in.

"Come now Barty calm yourself." Never in her life did she ever imagine she'd be so happy to her Port's voice.

"What's wrong, why are you calling me so late."

"Well you see, mister Arc came to Our rooms in a panick."

Jaune?

"He did?" The man nodded over his Scroll.

"Yes, it would seem an odd phenomena occurred, see for yourself." Port turned the screen to reveal the form of Jaune Arc rushing down the halls. In his arms he carried his one Ruby Rose, the reaper sound asleep and nestling against his chest. That wasn't unusual, what was was the absurd amount of crimson red light that spewed from her tiny form. She could barely see her figure from within.

"It would see a semblance or the like have activated around them… It repelled us when he tried to touch them to see what was wrong. Yet Mister Arc seems to have no problem interacting with them, so we had him take them to the Nurse's office. Perhaps it is his Semblance. Glynda? Glynda?" Said woman was off, her Scroll dropped in sheer shock as she made her way, but to which she didn't know yet. To The Nurses Office or to Ozpin's!

Either way the thought that laid at the forefront of her mind was clear.

It was real!