106Lied der Schwarzen Schwäne
Chapter 4, She Knows
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It was not with nerves of steel that Jaune marched to what he hoped wasn't his death, the announcement having been made for all potential students of Beacon to gather at the cliffs for their Initiation.
He tried not to let his mind wander to the fact that not only would he be coming face to face with a literal forest full of Grimm, beings that he had only had to fight twice in his life, but he would be launched into said forest from high above the green and brown terrain.
Bleiss Schnee, his strange... he wasn't usually so hesitant to call someone a friend, but the word didn't just seem to fit her image, was anything but nervous. The confidant strides she took forward spoke of experience in the field of combating Grimm, perhaps even experience in being launched at tremendous heights as well, both things Jaune was severely lacking. Despite being almost head and shoulders shorter than her peers and sporting a lithe frame to boot, Bleiss looked fierce, if Jaune had to pick a word to describe her at the moment.
The mix of crimson and black with a dash of purple gradient certainly stood out among the rest of the colorful bunch of students, many choosing bright and cheery colors to perhaps draw more eyes towards them in the future. It was a tactic many aspiring Huntsmen and Huntresses employed, using their special flare as a way to draw in more potential customers in the future.
The more people requesting you and your team meant more Lien to line your coffers, after all.
Bleiss did not seem interested in using bright and cheerful colors to draw attention to her, her proud strides and the way she was herding Jaune along drawing more eyes than not. She waved what she deemed her 'Murder-Stick' the entire way as if composing for an orchestra, keeping anyone and everyone around the two out of arms reach and thus away from the blond noodle known as Jaune walking beside her.
Jaune was more than fine with allowing his small companion to guide him to the cliffs, his mind racing with the potential futures he might face upon being launched into the Emerald Forest.
The cold sweat that trickled down the back of his neck as he stepped into line with the rest of the students went ignored as the Headmaster immediately began his speech about all those gathered being brave warriors, testing their skill and the retrieval of some sort of relic from a temple to the north.
It barely registered when Glynda Goodwitch, Ozpin's deputy Headmistress and second in command at Beacon confirmed the words of Bleiss from the night before.
Jaune wasn't too concerned about being teamed up with anyone at the moment, instead focusing as hard as he could to keep his body from displaying the fear he was feeling. The mention of a landing strategy also passed through one ear and out the other, Jaune's mind far and away from the Headmaster and Headmistress as he gazed out onto the vast sea of emerald green trees in the distance.
He tried his best to not imagine himself being splattered into a fine red paste against the bark of one of the trees but failed, the scene dancing along his minds eye for a moment before he felt a hand land on his shoulder.
Jaune nearly jumped from his skin as his face shot to the right, azure blue locking with carmine red once more as Bleiss stood as close as the width of the platforms would allow.
"You look so serious right now, relax a bit!" Bleiss shot him what she considered a calming smile, but may as well have been a savage display of fangs to Jaune. He idly noted the two pairs of canines within her mouth upon her upper row of teeth before her lips hid them away once more.
"I... yeah," Jaune flinched as the sound of the first platform launched it's student into the heavens, "Oh brothers..."
"Jaune, babe, look at me." Bleiss snapped her fingers in front of his face as he turned away from her to watch as the launch sequence drew closer and closer to him, "Scoot forward a bit for me, please?"
"Why?" Jaune questioned after a moment, not understanding how stepping forward a bit on the launch pad could possibly help him.
"I told you I'll keep you safe, my silly little blond, trust me." Bleiss didn't wait for his response, instead hopping onto his platform before pushing him lightly to move him along, "Now fly, my beautiful fucking Angel, fly!"
With one last remark, Bleiss hopped up and wrapped either of her slender legs around his waist, her left arm resting around his neck as well to brace herself against his back. Despite being unprepared for the extra weight, Bleiss was light enough to barely register upon the broad back of Jaune as he braced his knees slightly.
Ignoring the befuddled stares the remaining students and the two faculty members were giving them, Jaune and Bleiss were launched towards the Emerald Forest without further adieu, the black haired former Heiress holding her blade skyward with the sun shining upon its tip.
"That's one way to do it, I suppose." Ozpin noted as he listened to the next platform spring, launching the still confused student into the forest before they could prepare themselves.
"Why the nerve of those two! When I see them next, they'll-" Glynda was cut off from further expounding upon her threat when Ozpin held up his hand, the last of the students having been launched a second prior.
"Leave them be, Glynda, I don't believe I've ever set a rule saying they couldn't do that." Ozpin dismissed her incredulous glare with another wave of his mug wielding hand, his attention instead falling downwards towards the large Scroll in his hand, "Those two are worth keeping a close eye on, try not to alienate them from being approached in the future."
"You mean...?"
"Indeed."
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Bleiss was on cloud nine as she and Jaune raced through the sky, her position atop the small of his back providing for a wonderful view and seat as she flew Airline Arc first class towards their objective. She could feel how tense Jaune was beneath her, her pale white thighs clasped tightly against his ribs to keep hold of him as the two started their descent at terminal velocity.
His yelling wasn't quite as deep as his voice would imply, but considering how terrible her own war cry sounded, she could hardly hold it against him. Judging their descent as best as she could, Bleiss utilized her Semblance to summon multiple Glyphs to slow their fall to manageable levels, passing through three before their flight was mostly halted.
"What on Remnant was that?!" Jaune questioned over the wind roaring in their ears, his voice once more a bit higher than before as he stared at the oncoming set of trees that seemed to be encroaching slower than before.
"My Semblance, the next few are going to be solid, you ever play hopscotch?" Bleiss questioned quickly while concentrating once more, five smaller Glyphs appearing parallel to the ground in a stair case before them. The two had entered the treeline by the time the solid Glyphs had appeared, the branches of the trees scraping against the two and whittling at their flesh little by little.
Jaune, once more, wasn't quite as prepared as he would have liked, but the moment his feet contacted the first Glyph, he quickly adjusted his balance as best he could before jumping towards the next. The second Glyph proved to be more difficult to reach than he assumed, belly-flopping onto the Glyph after slipping, his arms and legs dangling over the edge of each side.
"You know what, babe? Close enough." Bleiss reached down and patted his cheek lovingly before standing upon his back before leaping onto the next platform herself before jumping to the ground.
Standing beneath Jaune, the black haired former Heiress allowed the Glyph resting beneath his stomach to fade, sending him falling until he landed directly in her arms.
"My hero..." Jaune murmured weakly as he clutched tightly to Bleiss like she was his life line before seemingly remembering where he was, "I mean, thanks, Bleiss, I owe you one..."
"Anything for you, darling." Bleiss batted her eyelashes before allowing him to drop to his feet to tower over her once more, "Now let's... you're bleeding."
"Huh?" Jaune questioned a second later, either of his hands coming up to brush his face after glancing at his arms and finding nothing, "Where?"
"Hold still..." Bleiss murmured as she stepped forward while sheathing Myrtenaster before reaching out to hold either side of his face in her grip.
Jaune was about to open his mouth and question what she was doing before she stood on her tip toes and leaned forward, dragging her rather long tongue across his right cheek before leaning back. The bright blush that danced across her face in that instant matched Jaune's rather well, her eyes shining with some emotion that he was almost scared to question.
"Ah, as delicious as I expected. As much as I'd love to get my fill of you now, I want to know how the fuck did you start bleeding in the first place?" Bleiss seemed reluctant to take a step back to give Jaune space, her brows furrowed in thought as she glanced at his face and body once more.
"Uh, I probably hit a branch on the way down or something, no big deal." Jaune tried to shrug it off, only for Bleiss to shake her head in the negative as if to say she wasn't buying what he was selling.
The bright red marks dancing along the small, exposed portions of his arm shouldn't have been present with even the smallest presence of Aura, nor should he have gotten cut on something like a branch in the first place.
It was at that moment that Bleiss remembered his reaction the night before to Ruby's Semblance, not to mention her own. His own nervous reaction when talking about Aura and Semblances also came to mind before she came to the only conclusion she could.
"You don't have your Aura unlocked, do you?" Bleiss finally questioned, breaking the strange silence that befell the two, causing Jaune to tense for a moment before slowly shaking his head in the negative to affirm her suspicions.
"Holy fuck..." Bleiss whispered after a moment, one hand coming to her mouth in shock before she shook her head, "How the fuck did you even get into Beacon without Aura?!"
"I... uh..." Jaune trailed off after stumbling over his words, glancing down and to the left before shrugging his shoulders, "I'm just good like that, I guess? What is Aura, anyway?"
"Uh huh..." Bleiss intoned, clearly not buying his words but knowing better to push it, especially considering that they were likely being watched by Glynda and Ozpin over the cameras the Headmaster mentioned being present in the forest. "It's the power we get from our souls or some shit. Everyone can have it unlocked by someone who already has theirs."
"Oh. Well... who needs that Aura stuff anyway, yeah? I've got... this, and that's all I need." Jaune reached down and withdrew the blade of Crocea Mors from it's sheath before expanding the sheath into its heater shield form.
"Let me get this straight, you came to Beacon... somehow without Aura, with every intention on taking Initiation with just a fucking sword and shield?" Bleiss rose a brow in disbelief, her expression carefully schooled despite her slight display of shock.
"Yeah, actually, that sounds about right." Jaune nodded before glancing around, the ambient noise of the forest setting him on edge.
He was either completely oblivious to just how dangerous the Grimm were, or completely uncaring of confronting the Beasts of Darkness with nothing more than his small cuirass on his back to defend him outside of his shield and sword. Not once had her father displayed any form of courage, let alone in the amounts that Jaune Arc was as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"How do you put on your fucking pants in the morning, Arc?! You're balls have to be the size of goddamned planets!" Bleiss nearly shouted as she reached out and pulled him back towards her when he turned to glance around the clearing, "You just keep proving you're Daddy material, fuck me! Come here, babe, let me unlock your Aura for you so we can really see what I'm working with..."
"One leg at a time?" Jaune tried not to gulp to display his nervousness, instead building up his courage bit by bit before he locked eyes with Bleiss once more. "Er, is it going to hurt?"
"Only if you want it to." Bleiss waggled her brows to emphasize her words before resting her palm on his cuirass, taking a deep breath as she did so. "Normally, people like to give some dramatic little speech while unlocking someones Aura, but I honestly can't be bothered by that dumb shit, hope you don't mind if I cut right to the good stuff."
Seconds later, a bright red light surrounded her body and caused her hair to jostle slightly before Jaune felt something intense throbbing in his chest. The throbbing grew stronger as did the bright red light surrounding Bleiss until his vision began to grow white from the strange ache.
It took him a moment to realize that the white glow in his eyes wasn't coming from the ache in his chest, however, but from his entire body.
The bright white light around his body flared to almost an inch from his body before it began to settle, as did the crimson glow around the black haired female destined to be his partner for the next four years.
"There's so goddamn much! It just keeps coming!" Bleiss all but gasped as she tried to register the size of Jaune's Aura supply, only to fail to do so as it continued to grow before finally fading away, "Yes! I've been fucking blessed, Thank you, Gods I don't believe in!"
"I... take it I have a lot?" Jaune felt the need to question, not quite understanding the extremely giddy expression on Bleiss' face, nor why she was jumping up and down while fist pumping.
"A literal fuck-ton! If what they say about Aura size and girth is true, you must be hung like a fucking horse!" The former SDC Heiress swooned for a moment before regaining her balance and shaking her head rapidly, "Oh baby, that took way more outta me than I thought it would."
"Oh man, I'm sorry! Can I give you some of mine or something?!" Jaune quickly reached out and wrapped either of his hands around her slim shoulders before helping steady her, not wanting to be the cause of Bleiss passing out in the middle of an important test that could determine their futures.
"Hah, I dunno, I've never heard of someone giving another motherfucker some of their Aura, but then again, I've seen some shit." Bleiss laughed at the stray memory of the first time she had seen her sister fighting a Grimm, her cheers of 'Kick it's fucking ass, Winter!' being unappreciated by everyone around besides Winter herself.
The rapid slashes of Winter's weapon had left traces of sharp ice crystals lingering in the air as she tore through a horde of Beowulves like they were made of paper. It looked like something straight from one of the many different action movies she had Klein smuggle into the Schnee Manor for her perusal.
If Winter could turn her Aura into a literal hailstorm with just a bit of Dust to help her, why couldn't someone give someone else some Aura to refill their reserves?
"Let's just start moving for now, sexy, we can try and test your theory while we walk." Bleiss glanced behind her at the rustling bushes behind them, Myrtenaster being drawn all the while, "Hold that thought, we have some fucking company."
Crocea Mors was in Jaune's hand a moment later once more as he and Bleiss spun to face the direction the noise was coming from, his knees bending slightly as he brought his heater shield up to cover his torso while glancing over the lip.
After a moment, two different figures emerged from the bushes the two were facing, both of whom Jaune recognized though only knowing one by name. "Oh, it's just you, Yang."
"Well hey there, Jauney-boy, washboard, fancy running into you two here! Come around these parts often?" Yang questioned while removing her aviators and flashing the two a disarming smile, "You don't have to keep pointing your weapons at us, we won't bite, maybe."
Yang glanced at the silent, black haired female standing next to her before shrugging her shoulders upon failing to get a response. "Hey, how about we all head to the temple together? The more people we have, the easier the fighting, right?"
Bleiss sighed in disappointment, knowing that Jaune would accept before she could convince him otherwise. Glancing at the blond, she was proven correct as he smiled brightly and nodded in agreement.
"The more the merrier, right Bleiss?" Jaune questioned, knowing that Yang raised a valid point in there being safety in numbers, "It'll be a cakewalk this way."
"So long as I get to have my cake and eat it too, I don't give a flying fuck." Bleiss eventually shrugged her shoulders, sending both Yang and her silent companion a sidelong glance before turning and marching towards the north with a huff. "Come, sexy, the sooner we get done, the sooner we can get a room and test the theory about Aura sizes."
"Wait, what?" Yang questioned with a raised brow while her black haired partner seemed slightly taken aback.
"My Angel here has an ocean of Aura, I'm pretty damn sure his dick reflects as much." Bleiss sighed happily as she patted Jaune on the back as she spoke, her hand traveling lower and lower until she was basically just feeling up his rear end.
"... Yang, we should probably just head to the temple by ourselves..." The black haired female murmured uncomfortably as she watched Jaune shift in place, not being quite comfortable in the presence of the previous Schnee Heiress as Yang was.
"Hell no, Blake, I need to hear this. Tell me more, Bleiss, are we talking a knife, or a sword?"
Jaune tried to ignore the lewd giggle of Bleiss as she slinked into his side, though he was unable to ignore the hand that clasped around his thigh a bit too close to his groin for his comfort.
"Think Zweihander, cow tits. You can look all you want, I encourage it, but this beautiful fucking steed is mine. All. Mine."
