{Modred's POV}
After another 20 minutes of eating, I finally finished my food after having another plate.
'Mom's food is good... but what I would give to have Jaune's cooking now. He's even better than Mom in some places, and he knows my exact favorite too, so that's a plus.' I chuckled to myself before I stood up and grabbed my plates.
"Saphron, do you want me to wash your dishes so you can take over Olivia for a bit? Mom hasn't eaten because Olivia keeps crying, and Noir is being a little brat." I offered to Saphron as I walked up to her seat.
"That would be good, Modred." She nodded at me before she stood up and walked to Mom.
"Here, Mom. Let me hold her for a sec," Saphron asked as she gently scooped Olivia from Mom's arms.
"Thanks, Saphron... and thank you too, Modred." She smiled at me, and I looked away, not wanting her to see how happy I was from her thanks.
"No need to thank me. It's the least the great Modred Arc will do!" I chuckled before I grabbed Saphron's plate, walked to the sink, and started washing the dishes. In the background, I could hear Artoria plating Mom some food. As much as I hate her for supporting Dad... she is a good sister and daughter. I let out a sigh.
"Here, Mom... I cooked this, and I'm curious what you'll think about it." Artoria put some food on Mom's plate.
Wait... she cooked? I turned around and saw her serving Mom some bacon.
No wonder the bacon tasted like shit. It tasted like the fucking ocean. Is this some petty revenge because she knows how much I like bacon for breakfast? Jaune got lucky because I was the one who served him his food, because if he ate that bacon it would've fucked up his ribs with how salty it was.
I take back what I said about her being a good sister. That cold-ass bitch can rot in hell.
I frowned and started scrubbing the dish like I was imagining her face under the rough side of the sponge.
"Should've known she was the one who cooked the food... I thought Mom accidentally dropped too much salt on the bacon. Fucking bitch..." I grumbled under my breath.
After a few minutes of washing the dishes, I grabbed a towel and dried my hands.
I looked at Dad, sighed, and steeled myself.
This is for Jaune, Modred. For him. Please calm yourself down and don't start a fight.
"So what time are you going out with the other Hunters?" I asked Dad while silently gritting my teeth.
Dad's eyes opened wide in confusion because, frankly, this was the first time in months that I'd started a civil conversation with him. "What?"
"What time are you leaving?" I glared at him. Is he deaf? Does he speak English? If he says "what" one more time, I'm going to start throwing hands.
"Oh... well, the only one still eating is Jeanne, so after Jeanne finishes her food... and after they change into their hiking clothes, because we could be out in the forest for hours." He finally answered me, and thank Monty Oum, because I was about to crash out.
"Well, I'm just about finished, Dad," Jeanne chimed in before she took the last bite of her food. "I'm done."
"Come on! Come on! Let's get going!" Noir got off her chair before she grabbed Dad's hand.
I sighed before I walked to the stairs.
"I'll be in my room..." I told them before I walked upstairs to the front of Jaune's room.
I let out a sigh. "I can't go in now. Who knows if they'll search for me if they need help with something. I'm going to be in my room until I watch them leave from my window."
I turned around, walked to my room, and went inside.
The inside of my room was covered with posters of rock bands and even a couple of guitars... electric guitars, obviously.
I smirked before I jumped on my bed. Rock music is the best, and my favorite would be Subuton. They make really good music.
I sighed and lay down on my bed while looking at my posters.
"If only I could dance like Jaune, I could help him with his dancing skills... but the best dance move I can do is the stanky leg." I laughed softly, closed my eyes, and waited for the others to leave.
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After taking a nap, I woke up to the sound of Noir cheering outside. I looked out the window and saw Dad and the others walking.
"Is that Blancheur? Yeah, that's her... Noir probably dragged her along." I chuckled before I stood up and walked to my door.
"Wait, I need to get a med kit for Jaune. I'll just steal one from Mom and Dad's room."
I went into the hallway, got to Mom and Dad's room, and quickly slipped into their bathroom. I opened the drawer under the sink.
"Where is it... where is it... here it is." I grabbed the med kit and hurried out of the room, then walked to Jaune's room.
I knocked on the door before I opened it and went inside.
"Jaune, come on. Let's fix you up," I told Jaune, who was clearly taking a nap.
I sighed, sucked my finger, and stuck the wet finger into Jaune's ear, which woke him up immediately.
"What! Modre-Ouch!" Jaune sat up too fast and curled in on himself while holding his ribs.
Fuck. I'm fucking dumb.
"Shit, Jaune! I forgot. I'm sorry!" I quickly dropped the med kit and grabbed his shoulders.
"Here, let me take a look," I told Jaune, and he nodded before slowly uncurling himself.
I helped him take off his ugly Christmas sweater. I know he probably used it to hide his injuries, but it's not even winter. Why did he pick this? Doesn't he have a hoodie or something? I've never really seen him wearing a hoodie, so maybe this is his only choice.
I finally got a clear look at his ribs. They looked so bad, but that wasn't what shocked me the most. What shocked me most was the fact that his chest was glowing. I know it's Aura, but that's not possible.
"Jaune... what the fuck is that?" My mouth fell open in shock, while Jaune looked at me like I was stupid. This shithead. How dare he look at the great Modred Arc like that?
"...My bruises and broken ribs?" he asked, confused.
"I know what that is, dickhead. I'm talking about this!" I pointed at his glowing chest.
"It's... my Aura?" He was obviously confused.
"Yeah, I know that's Aura, but how!?" If not for his injuries, I'd give him a world-record noogie right now.
"How? It's my Aura. As for how... I just concentrate on that spot," he answered.
"Maybe it's my fault for not explaining it to you before, Jaune, but Aura doesn't work that way..." I told him as I reached down and grabbed the med kit.
"...I'm confused..." He tilted his head, and damn, he looked so cute that I wanted to punch it.
"Here, let me explain while I bandage you up." I opened the med kit. "What... where the fuck are the bandages?!"
I started rummaging through the med kit. "Shit, did that bastard use all the bandages and bruise cream? Doesn't he have Mom heal his stupid face?!"
I heard Jaune laugh, and I looked up and glared at him. "What's so funny, fuckface?!"
"Well, I already grabbed the roll of bandages and the bruise cream... it's under the bed." He chuckled, then stopped and held his ribs.
"Serves you right, dumbo!" I closed the med kit, got off the bed, and grabbed the bandages and bruise cream from under the bed.
"So where was I? Oh yeah-Aura." I got back on the bed.
"Raise your arm." When he raised his arm, I started applying the bruise cream to his ribs while talking.
"You can't concentrate Aura in one spot of your body. That's what Dad taught me, and what combat school taught me too."
"What do you mean you can't? I'm doing it now," he said.
I sighed and started to think.
"This is going to be a long conversation, isn't it?"
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