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[#]Do you remember when I posted that list of permanent things Jaune created? The most expensive ones were these:
Legendary Items:
• 7 mysterious items of power that Jaune refuses to use
• Artificial intelligence [Church]
One of those mysterious items was the Libra Golden Cloth.
But what about the others?
COMMENTS:
WPUrchezem23[fanfiction]: Okay they need to sit down and have a discussion about this harem that wants to have happen because i dont think the dance is the benchmark for the talk anymore. Also calling it harem is a bit...dirty...in my opinion. Yeah they all like the same guy and whatever, but its more akin to a family.
AVIP: They have this talk on Chapter 53 - United States of Harem.
To-be-hero-X[questionablequesting]: pyrrha wearing saint sayia fucking armor never thought I would see the day.
AVIP: When I was choosing upgrades for the other characters, hers was the first one I picked. Now there are 6 left.
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[Jaune Arc]
Pyrrha pulls me into a hug as tears wet my shoulder, her body shaking with relieved sobs. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close.
The golden armor she wears is cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of her body. I can't help but feel a swell of pride and joy seeing her don the Libra Gold Cloth.
"I… I thought I lost you forever," she murmurs, her voice muffled against my chest. I stroke her hair, the soft locks slipping through my fingers.
"I'm right here, Pyrrha," I whisper back. "I'm not going anywhere."
She pulls back, just enough to look up at me. Her beautiful emerald eyes, are red from crying. I reach up, cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing away a stray tear.
"You're really wearing the armor," I say, a smile tugging at my lips. "I'm so proud of you, Pyrrha. You look great in it."
A soft blush spreads across her cheeks, her lashes fluttering as she looks down.
"Thank you, Jaune," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's... it's an incredible gift. I don't know how I can ever repay you."
I chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Seeing you in it is repayment enough," I say smiling.
She leans in, her eyes fluttering closed, her lips parting slightly. I can feel her breath, soft and warm, against my skin. I lean in too, my heart pounding in my chest. Our lips are mere inches apart.
But then, a groan cuts through the air, shattering the moment.
"Uuugh…"
Pyrrha pulls back, her eyes wide as she looks around. I follow her gaze, my eyes landing on Blanche.
My sister is on her feet limping towards us, her body swaying slightly as she clutches her side. Her face is pale, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. But her eyes, those sharp, cold eyes, are alert. She scans the room, her gaze landing on us.
"Jaune," she says, her voice sinking into a low growl. "How did you survive being shot through? And did I hear right? You made her armor?"
I rise to my feet, Pyrrha's arms slipping from around me as I stand. Blanche's eyes track me, her body tense, ready to fight despite her injuries. I hold up a hand, a small smile playing on my lips.
"Before anything else," I say, "I need to heal you."
Blanche's eyebrows furrow, her mouth opening to protest. But before she can speak, I activate my semblance creating a senzu bean. I toss it to her, and she catches it reflexively, her eyes widening in confusion as she stares at the tiny green thing resting in her palm.
"What is this?" she asks, looking up at me, suspicion written all over her face.
I chuckle, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Just eat it," I say tired despite being healed and rejuvenated by the bean I ate before. "I promise you won't lose your ability to complain."
Blanche's eyes narrow in suspicion, but she still pops the bean into her mouth, chewing slowly. As she swallows, her eyes widen in shock. The cuts and bruises that marred her skin begin to fade, disappearing as if they were never there. Her breaths come easier, her body straightening as the pain vanishes.
"Even my Aura?" she murmurs, her eyes glowing softly as she looks at her hands. "It's... it's been restored."
She looks up at me, awe and disbelief warring in her eyes.
"You made this Jaune?" She says, I nod as she keeps talking. "How... How is your Semblance this powerful?"
I laugh, pride swelling in my chest as I grin at her.
"Because I'm awesome," I say. "Gonna make some more for the others."
Blanche's eyes widen as the golden mist of my Semblance manifests, but she raises a hand to stop me.
"No," she says, her voice firm. "Make only two. Noir... Noir is acting strange, Jaune. I don't know what's going on with her, but I don't think we should heal her just yet. She would probably attack you."
I frown, looking down at the two beans I just created in my hand. I nod, tossing them to Blanche, who catches them easily.
"Ok, give these to Ce and Lilas," I say looking at my unconscious sister in black armor. "If you need help, I can figure out what's going on with Noir if you want."
Blanche shaker her head, her eyes serious as she looks at me.
"I don't think that wise, Jaune," she says. "I need to figure this out myself."
I nod again, a grim smile tugging at my lips.
"So, you're saying she's not a crazy violent bitch?" I ask, curious.
Blanche chuckles, easing the tension.
"She's always been crass, but lately she's been narrow-minded when it comes to you," Blanche says, glancing at Noir's unconscious body. "I suspect our father used his semblance to influence us."
"Your father?" I ask, surprised.
Blanche frowns, finding my answer strange.
"Our father," Blanche corrects, staring at me as if he were analyzing me. "He's also your father, Jaune."
"Yeaaaah." I reply shrugging.
Blanche steps closer, her eyes searching mine. She reaches up, her hand cupping my cheek, forcing me to meet her gaze. Her touch is gentle, almost tender, a stark contrast to the stern, cold strategic sister I've come to know. There's a vulnerability in her eyes, a fragility I haven't seen before.
"Are you… really Jaune Arc?" she whispers, the words trembling on her lips. Her eyes search my face, desperate and afraid. "Are you truly my brother?"
Her words catch me off guard. I blink, surprised, as I look into her eyes. There's a genuine concern there, a worry that tugs at my heart.
I want to calm her, to tell her everything's okay, but how do I explain that the brother she knew is gone?
How do I tell her a parasitic soul now wears her younger brother's body?
With a weary sigh, I decide to spare her the truth that matters most. I cover her hand with mine, squeezing gently as I offer her a reassuring smile.
"Blanche," I say, mustering my forces to answer her. "I'm not the same Jaune Arc you knew, but rest assured that I am Jaune Arc."
Blanche's eyes glisten with unshed tears, her gaze boring into mine. She shakes her head, as a soft whisper escapes her lips.
"No!" she says.
I can barely listen, yet it cuts through me like a knife making me wince.
"You're hiding something" her voice trembles like she is holding something painful in her chest. "I can see it in your eyes."
Her words sting, each one a jab to my heart. I want to deny it, to tell her she's wrong, but I can't. The weight of my lies begins to suffocate me, Jaune Arc's original life that I stole weighs on my conscience.
I look away. I can't bear to see the hurt in her eyes, the accusation.
"Why can't you look at me, Jaune?" she screams in rage. "What are you hiding?"
I take a deep breath, trying to find the words that will satisfy Blanche. The air feels thick, heavy with tension and the weight of my secrets. I open my mouth, but no words come out.
"Answer me!" Blanche screams, her voice echoing through the room. Her eyes are wild, desperate. "Who are you? What happened to my brother? Are you my brother?"
Suddenly, Pyrrha steps between us, her voice firm and steady.
"Enough!" Pyrrha's voice cuts through the tension. "This has gone too far."
Blanche's eyes widen in shock, her gaze flicking from Pyrrha to me and back again. She points a finger at Pyrrha, her voice shaking with anger.
"You don't know how different he is, and you're not part of this family" Blanche snaps. "You have no say in this matter."
Pyrrha doesn't flinch. She stands her ground, her voice steady and sure.
"This is the man I love," she says, her voice trembling with the sheer weight of her feelings. "And I may not know what Jaune was like before Beacon, but what I do know is today, he almost died protecting his ungrateful sisters."
Blanche's eyes widen, shock and hurt flashing across her face. She stumbles back as if Pyrrha's words have physically wounded her. She looks from Pyrrha to me, her eyes searching, pleading.
"How dare you, Nikos?" Asks Blanch barely holding her fury. "You don't get to-."
"I don't need to!" Pyrrha shouts, her voice fueled by cold rage. "The fact is, you asked for his help, and he helped. Adam escaped, but he was severely injured. And as a reward you're making accusations."
Blanche freezes in place, stunned by the truth thrown in her face.
"Juts… leave." Pyrrha says slowly, not bothering to hide the threat lacing each syllable.
Blanche's eyes flick to mine, her mouth opening to press further. But Pyrrha steps forward, her voice firm, unyielding.
"I won't repeat myself, Blanche," Pyrrha says, her voice like steel.
Blanche blinks, taken aback. Her shoulders slump, the fight draining out of her. She sighs, running a hand through her hair.
"Fine," she mutters, turning away. She pauses, looking back over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine. "I'm sorry… maybe I'm also under the influence of the Arc Patriarch's Semblance."
With that, she finally walks away, awakening only Céruléene to help her carry the other two.
When Pyrrha and I are finally alone I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, my body relaxing. Pyrrha turns to me, her eyes soft with concern.
"Are you okay?" she asks, reaching up to cup my cheek. "Do you need a hospital?"
I pull Pyrrha into a desperate embrace, my arms wrapping around her tightly, as if afraid she might disappear. She returns the gesture, her body pressing against mine, her breath warm on my neck. I bury my face in her hair, inhaling her scent, letting it ground me.
"I don't deserve you, Pyrrha," I murmur into her ear, my voice barely a whisper. Her arms tighten around me, her hands clutching at my back.
"Don't say that, Jaune," she whispers back, her voice fierce. "You almost died."
I sigh, my eyes squeezing shut as I hold her tighter.
I pull back, looking down at Pyrrha with a soft smile. She grins up at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement and affection.
"Thank you, Pyrrha," I say, my voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
She laughs, a sweet, melodic sound that warms my heart.
A comfortable silence falls between us, the air filled with the soft sounds of our breaths. But it doesn't last long. Pyrrha's eyebrows furrow, her head tilting to the side as she looks up at me.
"How are we getting back home?" she asks, her voice curious.
I laugh, a loud, booming sound that echoes through the room. Before she can react, I scoop her up into my arms, cradling her against my chest like a princess. She yelps in surprise, her face flushing a bright red.
"Jaune!" she exclaims, her voice a mix of embarrassment and delight. "What are you doing?"
I chuckle, looking down at her with a playful smirk.
"I'm taking you home, my lady," I say, my voice filled with mock seriousness.
She giggles, her body relaxing into my embrace. She leans her head against my chest, her breath warm through my shirt.
"This doesn't answer my question, you know," she says, her voice soft.
I look down at her, my smile widening.
"We're going to skate back to Beacon," I say, my voice filled with determination.
Pyrrha's eyes widen in surprise, her mouth opening in a soft 'o'.
"Skate?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Jaune, that's..."
Golden Mist forms around my feet, as shadows air shoes once again materialize.
"Are you there, Church?"
{{Always,}} the AI replies, his tone unusually serious. {{Someone had to move your heart away from the arrow… and keep your insides inside your body.}}
"Thanks for that," I say, knowing he just saved my life. "Can you overclock my legs so we can get to Beacon faster?"
{{Sure, but without your armor, you won't reach your max speed.}}
"No problem," I answer with a smile, feeling my legs begin to heat up.
In a burst of motion, I dash toward Beacon, hoping to leave this night behind.
Clinging to my chest, Pyrrha speaks up.
"Do we need to alert Professor Ozpin about the half-Grimm?"
"Oh, yeah," I mutter as I almost forgot about Tyrian. "The good thing is that if he has a heart attack I know who he will be reincarnated as."
***
After a brief midnight meeting with Ozpin about Tyrian's transformation, I left the immortal wizard to rest… assuming he even sleeps. Then I returned to my room, took a quick shower, and went to bed.
The next day came without any more surprises, the morning classes flew by, a blur of lectures and sparring sessions. The second the bell rings, signaling lunch, but before I can leave Dr. Oobleck intercepts me.
His coffee-stained mug steams in the crisp classroom air, the bitter aroma cutting through the lingering chalk dust.
"Mister Arc, a word please." He gestures to his desk, cluttered with papers and books.
"What's up, professor?"
He sighs, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Doctor, Jaune. Doctor Oobleck."
"Sorry," I apologize nonchalantly with a shrug.
His mouth twitches, but he lets it slide.
"I want to discuss an event with you, mister Arc. One of the most significant since the Great War."
I crossed my arms, curiosity piqued.
"What event are you talking about?"
Oobleck freezes, his gaze locked onto mine. He arches an eyebrow, suspicion etched on his face.
"Are you joking, mister Arc?"
I blink, genuinely confused.
"No, I have no idea what you're talking about, professor."
He sighs, pushing his glasses up again.
"Doctor Oobleck, Jaune. And you were one of the key participants in this event. If the rumors are true, you're the greatest contributor to the founding of Faunaria."
Realization dawns on me.
"Oooh, right!" I say finally remembering. "He-he, I almost forgot."
Oobleck's eyes widen, his coffee mug paused mid-air.
"Mister Arc, how could you forget something so monumental? The founding of Faunaria happened less than a month ago, and you played a pivotal role!"
I laugh, scratching the back of my neck.
"Yeah, well, a lot's happened since then. Guess it slipped my mind."
His eyebrows shoot up, disappearing beneath his tousled hair.
"Slipped your mind? Jaune, the creation of an entire nation isn't something one simply forgets!"
I shrug, offering a sheepish grin.
"I'm just a Huntsman in training, not a politician. Once the action's over, I move on to the next thing."
He sighs, setting his mug down.
"Well, be that as it may, some of my colleagues would like to ask you questions about the event. Would you be interested?"
Seeing no reason to refuse, I nod.
"Sure, why not? But you should talk to Ozpin first. He's been trying to keep me on a short leash since I got back."
"Tyring?" Ask the doctor.
"I'm a handful," I answer with a cheeky smile. "So if Ozpin gives the okay, just send me a text."
Oobleck's face lights up, a wide smile spreading across his lips.
"Marvelous! I'll set up a meeting. For now, enjoy your lunch, Mister Arc."
Dismissed, I head for the door, my stomach already rumbling. As I step into the hallway, I'm faced with a small crowd of familiar faces.
Familiar female faces.
"Are you done talking with Oobleck?" Yang asks impatiently.
"What did he want?" Blake asks.
"Are you doing something reckless or ill-conceived?" Weiss accuses.
"Ill-conceived?" Ruby repeats, confused.
"It means something stupid," Pyrrha explains.
I'm surrounded, hemmed in by every member of team RWBY and Pyrrha. Not necessarily a bad thing, but I'm feeling cornered, and that isn't my favorite sensation.
"So," I begin, trying to keep my voice casual, "let's get some lunch together?"
Yang grins, a smirk that promises trouble.
"That's exactly why we're here, lover boy."
I raise an eyebrow but play along.
"Alright, I'll walk you all to the cafeteria."
Ruby dash in front of me blocking my path, she shakes her head, her silver eyes serious.
"We'd like to talk to you, Jaune. In private."
Pyrrha steps closer, her voice soft.
"Remember the place Weiss took you to before? She's arranged for us to go there right now."
"Think nothing of the expense." Weiss nods, her expression unreadable. "I'll take care of it."
Confused but intrigued, I agree shrugging.
"Sure, sounds like a plan. But what's this about?"
An evil smirk plays on Blake's lips, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Your harem."
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E ai gurizada…
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