Summary: Maybe one day he'll be everything she ever wanted in life. But today is not that day.

Author's Notes: Good morrow to you all, this is Narutochaos22 speaking. The Based Penguin-senpai has allowed I, his humble sometimes editor, to write a story that occurred to me the other day as I was editing Date Auction. You could consider this as the spiritual sequel, so I'd advise that you read that first. /shamelessadvertising

So basically, for this story at least, I'm hijacking his account. Let's have some fun. Wheeee.

Inch

RWBY

'You what?!'

'… I'm pretty sure you heard me the first time.'

'B-but.' Wild blonde bangs danced side to side as Jaune Arc struggled to shake away his surprise. 'How could you not have?'

Bemused blue eyes stared at him. 'Is it really such a big deal?'

'Oh, Weiss,' Jaune groaned, his head in his hands. 'Oh Weiss, Weiss, Weiss…'

It had been quite some time since the cultural festival. True to her promise, Weiss had been begrudgingly making Jaune a lunchbox every day since the incident. Even though Jaune pointed out that Ren had given him some meal tickets for the cafeteria, she'd snapped at him, saying that she's sooner force feed him trash from the garbage dump than let him touch any of that greasy slop.

Although an awkward affair at first with the both of them sitting in silence as they ate (Weiss refused to let anyone else know of this arrangement, so she'd always make them go somewhere obscure), the two slowly began to talk. It was trivial things at first (How was class? Did you do the homework due today?), but eventually they eased into more casual conversation (Are Ren and Nora still not dating? What did the sisters do this time?).

To the outside viewers, they looked like a couple in love. But that wasn't the case. In fact, after much deliberation, they (Weiss) decided on the title of "Kinda Friends". Not quite acquaintances, but not quite friends either.

Which brings the story back to the present. To be precise, right now they were in one of Beacon's many classrooms.

Jaune couldn't take it anymore. Launching himself to his feet, he began pacing back and forth.

He pointed at Weiss. 'I can't believe you've never played a video game before!' he exclaimed.

Weiss boredly stared back at him. 'I should have known you were the dramatic type.'

'Oh really, what gave it away?'

'The umpteenth time you tried to serenade me might have had done something to do with it.'

'Oh please. You should have seen me back in my academy da- hey that's not the point right now!' Jaune's eyes flared. 'You haven't played a video game before! Weiss, you… you haven't…' Words, Jaune. Words. 'Lived!'

'Quite ironic, considering we're talking about video games.'

A pause. 'Touché.'

'Look,' Weiss sighed. 'Video games weren't really… my family's style.'

Jaune perked up. 'What do you mean?'

She averted her eyes and shifted uncomfortably. 'I had a… difficult childhood.'

Jaune had never known how to be tactful. You need only ask one of his many sisters. And yet, though the question lingered at tip of his tongue, somewhere at the back of his head, something asked him to rein it in.

Instead, he nodded. 'Alright then.'

Weiss visibly relaxed.

He reached out his hand. 'Give me your scroll.'

And then tensed up again.

'W-what? Why?'

A sigh. 'Just give it.'

'B-but-'

'I solemnly swear to not look at any of your private files.' Jaune said, honesty ringing clear in his voice. 'Just give me your scroll.'

Weiss peered into his eyes, looking for ulterior intent. She found none.

'… Fine.' she said, passing him her holographic tablet.

A grin flashed on his face before he swivelled around and began furiously tapping the screen. Weiss could only watch in awe as his hands blurred across the interface.

'You know,' she said. 'If you put half as much effort into your training as you do with electronics, you might actually make a good hunter.'

'Well it's nice to know that the Ice Queen acknowledges my talents,' Jaune quipped dryly, his eyes still glued to the screen. 'And… ah.'

He swung back towards Weiss. 'Say cheese.'

'Wha-'

Flash.

'Thaaaaaank you.'

Weiss blinked. 'What was-?'

'That? You'll see,' Jaune smiled as he continued to fiddle with the tablet.

Finally, he handed Weiss back her scroll.

Weiss looked at her screen.

Her jaw dropped.

A chibi-fied Weiss was waving back up at her. An uncharacteristically wide smile was adorned on her face.

'I needed a picture of you in order to create your avatar,' Jaune explained. 'See?' He held up his scroll just in time to show a chibi Jaune trip over his own shoelaces.

Weiss was still reeling. 'This is… this is…'

Jaune smirked. 'Yeeeeeeees?'

'It's so… so…'

'Uh huh, I know.'

'… Weird.'

'My thoughts exac- wait what.'

'But it's kinda cute too, I guess,' Weiss said, a ghost of a smile on her face.

Jaune laughed. 'Well then, Miss Schnee,' he replied as he flicked the classroom's virtual projector screen on, the avatars already uploaded and waiting for them to begin. 'Prepare to be amazed.'

Time flew by quickly.

The two of them sat, engrossed as their miniature selves took part in a myriad of activity, such as racing, fighting, shooting, and platforming. Weiss, ever the prodigy, quickly adapted to the control scheme, and was soon beating Jaune in every single minigame they encountered.

'Weiss… p-please…'

Currently, Avatar Jaune was clinging to Avatar Weiss' hand for dear life. Below him bubbled the most molten of lava, eager to consume him in its embrace.

'Y-you need me for the next puzzle, Weiss. You hear me? You need a friend to manoeuvre the other switch!'

Weiss was silent.

'Weiss,' he cried. 'I'm begging you! You need someone for the next puzzle! You need a friend!'

'... I'll find another,' she said coldly. And with that, Avatar Weiss let go of Avatar Jaune's hand, dooming him to the volcano's wrath.

'Noooo…' Jaune mourned as his avatar disappeared from their sight.

Weiss was solemn. 'It had to be done.'

'…'

Sombre. 'There could only be one.'

'… I will avenge The Jaunester,' he snarled.

Puzzlement graced her features. 'The Jaunester? What kind of name is- hey!'

Casting his scroll to the side, Jaune made a wild leap for Weiss'. Weiss struggled to keep him away. Fearful eyes shot to the screen as Avatar Weiss teetered closer and closer to the edge.

'If I go down, you go down with me!' Jaune roared as he again lurched for the tablet.

'Watch out, you're gonna-!'

Crash!

Jaune's momentum proved too much for the chairs they were sitting on, causing the both of them to sprawl out onto the floor.

Haphazardly heaving up, Jaune spared a glance at the projector screen. Avatar Weiss was still alive, sticking her tongue out at him in mockery.

'The Jaunester…' he moaned. 'I have failed thee.'

He suddenly became very aware of his position. Or rather, who he was positioned on. Hearing a peculiar noise below him, he angled his face back downwards.

And immediately lurched back. 'Oh god I am so sorry I-' he began in a fluster.

And then he stopped.

So far, in his eighteen years of living, Jaune had seen many things. And he knew that he would see many more extraordinary things later on. But if he were to ever look back on his life in his later years, none would compare to what he saw now.

Weiss Schnee, heir to the Schnee Dust Company, was laughing.

It was nothing like that controlled fit she had back during the great inaugural RWBY/JNPR food fight. It was just full, blown-out laughter. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she continued to giggle, her hair was messy and her forehead sweaty from their earlier scuffle.

And Jaune had never seen anything more beautiful.

As her peals of laughter finally slowed, Weiss breathlessly turned to meet his gaze, mirth still in her eyes.

There was silence.

Maybe one day he'll finally close the gap and perhaps she'll reciprocate in full. Maybe one day he'll start and stutter when she accepts his invitation to the dance. Maybe one day during break he'll introduce her to his family and watch as his younger sisters dote on her.

Maybe one day he'll stand outside her father's office, nervous and sweaty as he prepares to ask for his daughter's hand in marriage. Maybe one day Pyrrha will be his best man and Ruby her maid of honour as they perform the age-old ceremony. Maybe one day she'll proclaim that her love for him is as much if not more than his love for her.

Maybe one day she'll hand over the company to the sister he's heard so little about and agree to go on an adventure with him around all of Remnant.

Maybe one day they'll sit out on the porch, old and content, watching their grandchildren run and play in the light of the setting sun.

Maybe one day he'll be everything she ever wanted in life.

But today is not that day.

Rising from the ground and dusting himself off, he offered his hand to her.

'Come on,' Jaune said with a smile. 'We still have time for another go.'

Inch Fin

Author's Notes: And that's all she wrote. Maybe I went a little OOC near the end, that's my bad. Whenever I get caught up in writing, I tend to spiral a little. And no, Pyrrha as best man is not a typo. I just feel like that's a very Jaune thing to do.

On Jaune/Weiss, though. I slowly became attached to this pairing after I grew a bit bored of White Rose. Something about 'getting the impossible girl' trope just causes my inner self to go crazy. And technically there is some room in the RWBY canon for this pairing, since Neptune did tell Weiss that it was Jaune who gave him encouragement to talk to her. And Weiss did look surprised… Just saying. It's possible. Jaune/Pyrrha seems to be the sailing ship, though. Oh well.

… I feel the incessant need to clarify that I am indeed a male. I'm just very in touch with my feminine side.

Anyway, you'll be back to your regular transmission of crazy off-the-chart ideas from GodEmperorPenguin very soon. I'm helping with a work of his right now that has potential to be very good. And who knows, I might pop in again from time to time. Depends if I'm motivated, I guess.

Remember, keep it real.

-Narutochaos22

P.S. Spot the Game of Thrones reference.