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COMMENTS:
Heidao[scribblehub]:I'm upset about the lack of something metal breaking in the distance and people freaking out
Now Jaune has to tell how a MILF beat the harem to the finish line.
Avip: It would be hilarious and a little cruel to see the girls' reactions when they find out who popped Jaune's cherry.
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[Blake Belladonna]
Despite what everyone thinks of me, I'm not a gossiper who pays attention to other people's lives instead of minding my own.
It's just… a collection of coincidences beyond my control that make me so... up-to-date on my colleagues' lives.
After all, it's not my fault that my faunus trait is feline ears with enhanced hearing. It's also not my fault that the bed I sleep in is against the wall that leads to the hallway, and it is definitely not my fault that I like to read with my head resting against the wall.
You add all these facts beyond my control happening at the same time, and you understand that it's not my fault that I overheard part of Jaune and Pyrrha's fight... at least the parts the Mistral Champion yelled loudly.
"Who's Audra?" I questioned aloud, after 'unintentionally hearing'.
{{General of the Faunarian armed forces}} The blue AI projected by the watch on the table informed me, he is watching movies with Nora, Ren, and the rest of Team RWBY.
With Church's information, I connect the dots in my mind.
'There's only one Audra in Menagerie capable of holding the position of General...' I think silently, as my eyes open wide with the revelation. 'Audra Taurus, Adam's mother.'
And if Pyrrha is angry, yelling Audra's name, instead of 'breaking Jaune pelvis' as she had planned... that means that Jaune Arc is a-.
{MOTHER FUCKER!} The human actor screamed, getting shot by the protagonist on screen, cutting off my train of thought.
"Oooh!" Everyone watching exclaim, except for one person.
"Honestly..." Weiss complained, shocked by the scene. "I don't understand why we're watching this movie. It's so violent and vulgar."
"You were the one who complained that Jaune's movies were 'childish'." Yang retorted, without taking her eyes off the screen. "Now that we're watching something more adult, you're gonna keep complaining?"
Having no way to refute my partner, the heiress resorted to crossing her arms and turning her face away in frustration.
Taking advantage of the conversation, Ruby paused the movie and turned to speak to all of us:
"Don't you think we should be discussing... you know..." The leader of Team RWBY commented in a hesitant tone, but laden with concern. "About the Shadow War and whether we're going to join or not?"
The atmosphere, previously filled with excitement for the movie, abruptly shifted to a tense silence.
"Ruby's right." Ren agreed, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "But I think the right thing to do would be to sleep on this information and discuss it calmly tomorrow."
Ruby frowns, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.
"So why are we watching a movie instead of sleeping?" She asks, confused.
With a mischievous smile on her lips, Nora opened her mouth to answer, but Ren quickly silenced her by stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
"Pyrrha needed some time alone with our leader, she was... really, really, really, missing Jaune."
[Jaune Arc]
Pyrrha's fury is so intense that I start stumbling over my words.
"It's just t-that when I was in Menagerie I-."
"Are you seriously telling me that while you were suspended, you were picking up girls in Menagerie?"
The champion's face burns with rage, staring at me intensely.
"Calm down, Pyrrh, Audra isn't a-"
"AUDRA!?" Pyrrha roars, exploding in anger.
Pyrrha grabs me by the throat, her fingers tightening forcefully.
My heart races, cold sweat runs down my forehead.
Physically, it would be easy to get out of this situation, but my partner's intense emotions keep me paralyzed. I try to speak, to explain, but the words get stuck in her grip. Her eyes, once so gentle, now burn with fury.
I expect some anger from her, but not this reaction, not this… intense.
"Pyrrha…" I manage to whisper, my voice almost inaudible.
But, to my surprise, she throws me onto the bed. My body sinks into the mattress, and before I can react, Pyrrha is on top of me. Her hands hold my wrists above my head. Her face is inches from mine, her green eyes shining with a mixture of anger and… something else.
"Pyrrha, what are you doing?" I ask, my voice trembling.
She doesn't answer. She just stares at me, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths. I feel her body pressed against mine, the heat of her skin passing through the thin fabric of her underwear.
"Pyrrha-." I try again, but she interrupts me.
"Shut up, Jaune!" Her voice trembles with fury, like she's spitting venom just to keep from breaking down. "I thought tonight was going to mean something, that it was going to be our night, our first time together. But you ruined that…" Her eyes burn with hurt, her words stabbing me in the heart. "So if I can't have the night I dreamed of, then I'll damn well take what's left myself."
And with that, she leans in, her lips touching mine.
Despite all the fury and anger, Pyrrha's body relaxes on top of me, as she kisses me gently with her eyes closed, without tongue, without the aggression that had dominated her just seconds before. It even seems like something she's never done before...
'Because this is her first kiss.' I finally understand.
I move my arms, easily freeing myself from her grip.
"No." Pyrrha complains, breaking the kiss.
She activates her semblance once more, my body enveloped by a black glow, paralyzing me due to the metallic implants scattered throughout my body.
What Pyrrha doesn't know is that I don't have as much metal inside me as she thinks. I'm actually paralyzed by a searing pain in my nerve endings in contact with the metals.
"Don't move." Pyrrha orders when she sees me strain against her power.
I ignore the command and the pain in my muscles and spine as I slowly stand up.
Pyrrha's eyes widen in fear as she sees me strain against her power, moving slowly. As soon as I sit on the bed, Pyrrha cuts off her power, seeing that there was no longer any reason to try to hold me.
I sigh tiredly, looking at the beautiful half-naked girl sitting on my lap.
To my surprise, tears start to stream from Pyrrha's eyes.
"Pyrrha, please… this isn't just about infidelity. What's going on with you?" I ask, my voice thick with worry.
"I don't know…" She responds sobbing. "I felt so… weak when you were hospitalized from the fight with your sister. After that, you went straight to Menagerie for your suspension, leaving me alone to take care of the team."
Feeling her fragility, I pull her into a hug. Initially, Pyrrha tenses, surprised by my action, but soon she relaxes in my arms, snuggling into my chest.
"You created an energy source powerful enough to replace Dust across every kingdom. You helped build a nation for the Faunus. In that very nation, you stood alone against a Grimm Leviathan, and you defeated it. And before you even returned to Beacon, you marched into the castle of the Queen of Grimm herself, the same enemy our director, an immortal wizard of over a thousand years, could never defeat… and you humiliated her in combat."
Confused, I wait for Pyrrha to finally get to the point.
"I thought today I would share something unique with you tonight, that we would start something special... but you already slept with someone else."
"Pyr I-" I try to speak but am cut off again.
"This is the first time in my life I've met someone so incredible that make me feel… small." Pyrrha's voice cracks, her smile trembling with irony as tears slide down her cheeks. "And you did all of it alone… without your team, without even talking to me."
I gently push Pyrrha away, holding her by the shoulders as I look directly into her eyes. The intensity of her pain and confusion is palpable, and I finally understood what was happening.
It's not just jealousy, she is feeling left out.
"Pyrrha, I'm sorry," I began, my voice firm but laden with regret. "I was so focused on doing as much as I could to help those who needed it and catching up with my colleagues that I didn't realize I was leaving you behind."
I hold Pyrrha's chin with my left hand, my fingers sliding softly over her smooth skin. Her eyes widen, surprise mixed with a spark of desire. I lean closer, our faces almost touching, and I feel her breath quicken. Without hesitation, I press my lips against hers, a deep and passionate kiss.
Pyrrha melts into my arms, her lips responding to my touch with an intensity that surprises me. Her hands find my chest, gripping me tightly, as if she fears I would disappear. The kiss deepens, our tongues meeting in a frantic dance. I taste the salty flavor of her tears mixed with the sweet taste of her lips, and that only intensifies my desire.
When we finally pull apart, her breath is ragged, our bodies still pressed against each other. Pyrrha looks at me, her green eyes shining with desire. I smile, caressing her face with my thumb.
"I love you, Pyrrha," I say, my voice firm and sincere. "I never wanted to hurt you or leave you out. I just wanted to prove my worth."
Pyrrha smiles, a tear rolling down her face.
"I love you too, Jaune," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "I just... I just want to be by your side, to fight with you, not to be left behind."
I nod, understanding her words.
"I promise, Pyrrha. From now on, we'll be together in everything. No matter how difficult or dangerous it is, we'll face everything side by side."
Pyrrha smiles, her eyes shining with determination.
"Together," She repeats.
We didn't do anything physical after that conversation, as the mood had cooled, but we still slept embraced.
[Blanche Arc]
Accompanied by my sisters, I enter an abandoned warehouse in the industrial area outside the city of Vale.
Usually late at night in this area of the city, no one is on the streets, except for prostitutes, drug dealers, and their clients.
"This is bullshit." Cerulean complains with her bow in hand. "Our target disappears for days, and as soon as we receive a 'challenge letter,' we accept it without questioning?"
"Like sheep going to the slaughter." Lilas adds in a serious tone.
"Stop complaining, you two." Noir retorts. "I mean… what's the problem if the idiotic animal wants to surrender? That way, we can finish this shitty mission quickly and focus on what matters."
"I agree with Noir." I affirm, with my shield raised and sword in hand. "Let's finish this problem quickly so we can confront our father about him using his Semblance on his daughters."
"What?" Noir questions, surprised. "I'm talking about going after Jaune, you-."
"Shhh!" I shush Noir as I sense something in the distance. "Something is wrong."
A distant sound, almost imperceptible, similar to glass cups being handled.
My eyes scan the warehouse, every corner, every shadow. And then, I see her. At the top of a staircase, on the other side of the warehouse, a woman with black hair partially hidden by darkness, wearing a blood-red dress, sitting at a set table with a bottle of wine and a half-empty glass.
The bizarre scene for the location would already be enough to make me suspicious. But the smile of sadistic glee she gave me made me feel threatened even from that distance.
"Who are you?" My voice echoes through the shed, firm but cautious.
Without breaking eye contact, she responds, maintaining her threatening smile.
"Today I am merely a spectator, Miss Arc."
Before I could question further, a shadowy figure falls from the warehouse ceiling between Team BLNC and the mysterious woman.
POW!
"Adam Taurus." I murmur, staring at our elusive target.
I wanted to thank him for the invitation, saving us from a tedious hunt, to boast that I would make his death as painful and shameful as possible.
But the words die in my mouth when I face my target with a black flesh arm similar to that of creatures of Grimm.
Adam stares at us without his classic Grimm mask. The left eye gaze is intense, almost feverish as the right orb is a red lens screw into his skull in a crude and invasive way. The prosthesis on his arm, a grotesque mixture of black flesh and metal, pulses with a dark energy. Noir, always the most brash, breaks the silence with a scornful laugh.
"What stupid animal, just because you got a black-painted prosthesis, you think you can scare us?"
Adam doesn't respond, just keeps his gaze fixed. The tension in the air is palpable, every movement, every breath, charged with expectation.
Cerulean, beside me, adjusts the grip of her bow, pointing an arrow in his direction, her eyes attentive, ready for any movement. Lilas keeps her hand steady on her longsword, the blade reflecting the faint light of the warehouse.
"Do you think you can face us alone, Adam?" I ask, my voice firm, but without Noir's arrogance. "We already defeated you when you had White Fang support, and now you came out without an arm, and that woman doesn't look like she's going to get up to help you."
In response, the black arm began to change. White plates and spines began to form as his left hand deformed, taking on the shape of an insect's head.
"Is that a-." Lilas tries to question.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiii!" But the insect Grimm arm lunges, stretching in our direction.
With the best Semblance for defense, Noir leaps into the path and grabs the creature with both hands.
"Ha!" Noir celebrates confidently. "Discussing and vile, but it's useless if it's weak."
"Let go of him, you idiot!" Cerulean says, worried. "That's a sentinel."
"What's the problem-." Noir tries to complain, but is cut off by the monster she's holding.
"Huergh." The creature regurgitates acid onto our sister in black.
"What the hell!" Noir complains, letting go of the creature that retreats to Adam, taking the form of an arm.
Thanks to her Semblance, Noir doesn't take damage from the acid, but she worries about quickly removing the harmful substance from her, as it would force her Semblance to drain too much aura.
While Noir was busy, I took the vanguard with shield and sword in hand. Adam smiles as his arm transforms once more, taking the miniature form of a Sea Feilong. A very powerful marine dragon Grimm.
He finally draws his Katana and wields the blade with both hands, which begins to arc with electrical energy fueled by the Grimm head on his left hand.
"You will pay for everything." Says Adam in a furious tone. "You will pay for my arm, for my humiliation, and for the surrender of the faunus race to your lying brother."
What followed was a humiliating one-sided beating.
Within a few minutes Adam established how much he had changed, he was stronger, faster and with his arm alternating between Grimm... he was unstoppable.
"Fuck!" Noir complains. "This is bullshit."
Despite the vulgarity, I agree with my twin.
Lilas, using her Semblance, could cut any physical attack, Ce, with her projectile multiplying Semblance, kept him on the defensive, Noir tanked the elemental attacks, and I took advantage of the openings to engage in close combat.
"And yet we're losing." I murmur fearfully.
Adam's arm alternating between Grimm would already be a significant headache, but added to him being stronger, faster, and with a much larger Aura pool... things are looking bad for us.
"Damn it, Lilas! Why don't you just cut off his head?" Noir screams, frustration evident in her voice.
"He's... too fast." Lilas responds, between breaths. "I... can't get an opening."
Sweat drips down my forehead, mixing with the dust of the battlefield.
'And that woman is still watching us while drinking wine.' I think, worried about the female figure in the shadows.
"Blanche, we need a plan." Ce says, firing arrows at Adam. "I'm running out of arrows."
I agree with a quick nod. My brain works at full speed, analyzing every movement of our opponent. Dozens of scenarios paint themselves in my mind, and however diverse they were, they all had the same conclusion...
Our defeat.
"I'm using the respawn." I said to the rest of my team.
Noir's eyes widen, but before she could complain, I cut off her objection.
"If we continue like this, we'll lose." I say with urgency. "We need to strategize around Adam's new powers."
Noir grits her teeth, but doesn't retort. Lilas and Ce exchange worried glances, but they trust me. Adam, noticing our hesitation, becomes even more furious.
"You won't escape!" The faunus shouts, realizing our intentions.
His hybrid arm transforms into the head of a giant dragon, its red eyes glowing with an ancient malice.
"Quick!" I shout as I activate my Semblance.
The dragon opens its mouth, spitting a torrent of fire in our direction. But before we were swallowed by the flames, I manage to engulf myself and all my sisters with the light of my Semblance.
The white light takes over my entire vision for a few seconds, blinding me temporarily. As the brightness begins to fade, I blink several times, trying to adjust my eyes to the new illumination. We are in our rented apartment in the city of Vale.
"We could have handled it!" Noir complains, still disoriented by the teleportation.
"I only used the respawn because we had no chance of victory." I explain, still panting.
"Wait a minute!" Cerulean says, catching my attention. "I have no problem retreating, but are you serious Blanche? We would die there?"
Tired, I sigh in defeat, looking down.
My sisters exchange worried glances, feeling the weight of my response. Noir, always the most impulsive, breaks the silence:
"We could have handled it!" She insists, crossing her arms. "The fight was a stalemate. Eventually, with the numerical advantage, we would have won."
Lilas shakes her head at her older sister, disagreeing with her.
"You're wrong, Noir." Her voice is firm, but there's a hint of concern. "As the fight continued, Adam learned more and more to control his powers. He was adapting, becoming stronger with each second."
"So, what do we do now?" Cerulean asks, adjusting the quiver on her back. "I doubt I'll get paid if we give up."
"Do you only think about money?" Noir complains.
"I don't only think about money." Ce responds, irritated. "But money is the only thing that makes me put up with your bitching ass."
"Say that again." Noir threatens, reaching for her sword.
Irritated and suffering from the Aura drain of my Semblance, I place myself between the two.
"Enough!" I exclaim, facing Noir. "I need to recover my Aura to mark the new Respawn, until then I want silence."
Cerulean and Noir stare at each other, the air between them charged with tension. Noir's eyes gleam with a mixture of anger and frustration, while Cerulean maintains a defiant expression. The silence between them is heavy, but neither dares to break it.
Lilas approaches me, her light steps contrasting with the charged atmosphere. Her blue eyes meet mine, and I see in them a mixture of concern and determination.
"Blanche, what are we going to do now?" She questions, uncertain.
I sigh, feeling the weight of responsibility on my shoulders.
"I'm not sure, Lilas. We are not in a condition to face him now, and Adam will only get stronger with the passage of time. We need a plan, and fast."
With a shy expression on her face, Lilas speaks:
"Maybe... maybe we need to ask for help."
The suggestion catches me by surprise.
"Help?" I question before shaking my head vehemently. "No, Lilas. You know what he'll do if we ask for help... he'll disinherit all of us."
"It wasn't our father I was thinking of asking for help."
"Then who were you talking about?" I question, confused.