Dragonslayer: Domestic 2
AndrewJTalon
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Jaune thought through his options as he ran through Beacon's campus. Some seemed more appealing than others.
He could always become a doctor, like his mom wanted. Run away and go on to medical school. His mom might not even be too mad with him.
He could go work with his sister Tangy. He could fight now, and she ran a paramilitary company. Though for tax purposes it was a private security and merchant banking firm.
He could join his sister Aqua. Her little company always needed extra muscle, right? He could hit something with a sword, unlike their main tank!
Though it seemed like it was some kind of harem thing and while Kazuma seemed cool? Jaune was just not into that sort of thing. Jokes about being a femboy had taken their toll growing up and he might have been... Super straight or something?
He was very comfortable in his masculinity, enough that he could wear a dress and do other 'girly' things without batting an eye, but still! A man had to have his limits!
"Jaune!"
Of course, all of that relied on him getting to a Bullhead before Yang caught and killed him. Given he heard her yelling behind him, that was not a sure bet.
"Crap crap crap!"
He sprinted for the ruins just outside the grounds. Maybe he could hide there. Live off of squirrels like a mountain man! Yeah! His Uncle Robin had lived on a deserted island for years living off of seals! He could do the same! But with squirrels!
"JAUNE!" She roared again. Jaune gulped and looked over his shoulder. There she was, boosting her jumps with Ember Celica, her eyes burning red as her hair glowed like fire. She was still wearing the apron, too.
Oh Breaker I'm gonna die to my fantasy! His mind wailed. He dove for cover behind a fallen marble pillar, just as she landed nearby with a boom!
"JAUNE ARC! GET OUT HERE!"
There was murder in her voice. Jaune gulped. He reconsidered his options.
He could A: cower behind this marble pillar until she found and killed him, or B: Meet her head on like a man.
Well... If I am to die...
He very slowly stood up. He turned to face the raging Yang. He took a deep breath. And another. Breathing really was underappreciated. You didn't realize how important it was until you were about to stop. He looked Yang right in the eyes.
Knowing that death was imminent and there was nothing he could do was... Strangely freeing. A kind of calm fell over him, even as his brain was filled with frantic thoughts.
All right... You're the tactical genius, His brain said, What do we do?
"I'm not sorry for kissing you," he stated.
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! His brain shouted. YOU MORON!
THAT WAS YOUR IDEA! Jaune thought back furiously.
Yang's cheeks... Turned bright red.
"I... You...!" She sputtered.
"I am sorry for being too forward," Jaune continued, "I should have asked you to dinner first before I got that familiar with you."
Yang's jaw dropped. Her eyes turned back to lilac and her hair died down.
"I-I uh... Um... It was... Surprising," Yang managed, sounding nervous.
Jaune blinked.
"Wait... Was that your first kiss-?"
"LIKE HELL IT WAS!" Yang denied angrily, eyes glowing red and hair blazing like the sun's corona, "I-I'M VERY EXPERIENCE IN KISSING!"
Jaune flushed. Yang's blush got brighter.
"N-NOT THAT I'M A SLUT!"
"I-I didn't think that!" Jaune insisted. "Y-You look super pretty and wholesome when you're in an apron cooking! Th-That's why I kissed you!"
Yang gaped.
"SUPER pretty and wholesome!" Jaune added. "Like, the most wholesome-!"
"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" Yang shouted. She breathed hard, as Jaune stood petrified.
Silence fell for a moment, only the sound of Yang's aura blazing in the air. After a moment, she cleared her throat.
"So... Um... Dinner, right?"
Jaune blinked.
"What?"
"Dinner... You... You said you'd only kiss me... If I got dinner with you... Right?" Yang asked quietly, not quite meeting his eyes. Jaune blinked.
"... Yes?"
"Well... You owe me dinner. You're paying!" Yang growled.
"... Saturday night?" Jaune asked.
"Yeah! That... That works for me," Yang managed. She turned away with a blush. "You'd better dress nice."
"I-I will," Jaune said with a nod. Yang nodded back.
"Good..."
She walked off. Jaune watched her go in silence.
When he could no longer see her, he slumped to the grass and shook his head.
"Wait... What?!"
He could always become a doctor, like his mom wanted. Run away and go on to medical school. His mom might not even be too mad with him.
He could go work with his sister Tangy. He could fight now, and she ran a paramilitary company. Though for tax purposes it was a private security and merchant banking firm.
He could join his sister Aqua. Her little company always needed extra muscle, right? He could hit something with a sword, unlike their main tank!
Though it seemed like it was some kind of harem thing and while Kazuma seemed cool? Jaune was just not into that sort of thing. Jokes about being a femboy had taken their toll growing up and he might have been... Super straight or something?
He was very comfortable in his masculinity, enough that he could wear a dress and do other 'girly' things without batting an eye, but still! A man had to have his limits!
"Jaune!"
Of course, all of that relied on him getting to a Bullhead before Yang caught and killed him. Given he heard her yelling behind him, that was not a sure bet.
"Crap crap crap!"
He sprinted for the ruins just outside the grounds. Maybe he could hide there. Live off of squirrels like a mountain man! Yeah! His Uncle Robin had lived on a deserted island for years living off of seals! He could do the same! But with squirrels!
"JAUNE!" She roared again. Jaune gulped and looked over his shoulder. There she was, boosting her jumps with Ember Celica, her eyes burning red as her hair glowed like fire. She was still wearing the apron, too.
Oh Breaker I'm gonna die to my fantasy! His mind wailed. He dove for cover behind a fallen marble pillar, just as she landed nearby with a boom!
"JAUNE ARC! GET OUT HERE!"
There was murder in her voice. Jaune gulped. He reconsidered his options.
He could A: cower behind this marble pillar until she found and killed him, or B: Meet her head on like a man.
Well... If I am to die...
He very slowly stood up. He turned to face the raging Yang. He took a deep breath. And another. Breathing really was underappreciated. You didn't realize how important it was until you were about to stop. He looked Yang right in the eyes.
Knowing that death was imminent and there was nothing he could do was... Strangely freeing. A kind of calm fell over him, even as his brain was filled with frantic thoughts.
All right... You're the tactical genius, His brain said, What do we do?
"I'm not sorry for kissing you," he stated.
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! His brain shouted. YOU MORON!
THAT WAS YOUR IDEA! Jaune thought back furiously.
Yang's cheeks... Turned bright red.
"I... You...!" She sputtered.
"I am sorry for being too forward," Jaune continued, "I should have asked you to dinner first before I got that familiar with you."
Yang's jaw dropped. Her eyes turned back to lilac and her hair died down.
"I-I uh... Um... It was... Surprising," Yang managed, sounding nervous.
Jaune blinked.
"Wait... Was that your first kiss-?"
"LIKE HELL IT WAS!" Yang denied angrily, eyes glowing red and hair blazing like the sun's corona, "I-I'M VERY EXPERIENCE IN KISSING!"
Jaune flushed. Yang's blush got brighter.
"N-NOT THAT I'M A SLUT!"
"I-I didn't think that!" Jaune insisted. "Y-You look super pretty and wholesome when you're in an apron cooking! Th-That's why I kissed you!"
Yang gaped.
"SUPER pretty and wholesome!" Jaune added. "Like, the most wholesome-!"
"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" Yang shouted. She breathed hard, as Jaune stood petrified.
Silence fell for a moment, only the sound of Yang's aura blazing in the air. After a moment, she cleared her throat.
"So... Um... Dinner, right?"
Jaune blinked.
"What?"
"Dinner... You... You said you'd only kiss me... If I got dinner with you... Right?" Yang asked quietly, not quite meeting his eyes. Jaune blinked.
"... Yes?"
"Well... You owe me dinner. You're paying!" Yang growled.
"... Saturday night?" Jaune asked.
"Yeah! That... That works for me," Yang managed. She turned away with a blush. "You'd better dress nice."
"I-I will," Jaune said with a nod. Yang nodded back.
"Good..."
She walked off. Jaune watched her go in silence.
When he could no longer see her, he slumped to the grass and shook his head.
"Wait... What?!"