Hello one and all, and welcome to Just A Few Pointers!

Before you guys begin reading, there's just a one thing that I, the author, wish to point out to you guys: This is not strictly a romance fic. So you can expect plenty of humor, tragedy, adventure, and heartbreak throughout this story if you continue reading.

That being said, this story is going to be predominantly Jaune/Weiss (White Knight, or whatever people call it) So if you ship something else (like I'm sure most of you do), you may want to turn back now - while you still can.

Without further ado, enjoy!

Weiss stood with her back straight, blade at the ready. She evened out her breathing, only taking short, necessary breaths. A part of her wanted to take one deep calming breath, but she wouldn't allow it. Even the slightest err in her technique might mean life or death.

Or maybe she was just being over-dramatic? It was just a training match, after all.

Although her breathing was controlled, it wasn't as if the white haired girl could control her own rapidly beating heart. Weiss couldn't help but be excited at the prospect of sparring with someone who might be able to pose a challenge - no one so far besides Pyrrha Nikos had been able to best her in their first week at Beacon Academy.

Her current opponent stood across the ring from her; Russel Thrush, a member of Team CRDL. She didn't know much about the boy, or his teammates – they'd mostly kept to themselves all throughout the first week of classes at Beacon. Perhaps they had things to sort out as well, much like her own team?

'Not my team's issues.' Weiss thought, reminding herself. 'I'm the reason there were issues in the first place.'

The girl had originally thought that her leader – Ruby – was immature, childish and ultimately incapable of being the head of a team of prospective huntresses. After Weiss discussed the matter with Professor Port, however, she realized that it was herself that had been acting childish – throwing a fit over not getting what she wanted.

She resolved to be the best teammate ever – a new goal. Something to work towards. A challenge.

Weiss watched as Russel bounced from foot to foot, waiting for their match to begin. 'He's wasting so much energy doing that. Inefficient.'

"Begin!" the feminine voice of Professor Goodwitch called from the side.

With a shout, Russel flung himself forward, both of his daggers held in front of him, ready to strike.

'So obvious.'

Weiss backstepped, preparing for a lunge. Right when Russel was about to land, the white haired girl rushed forwards, propelling herself with a glyph.

The boy with the mohawk had to bring his knives crossed in front of him in order to block – exactly what Weiss had wanted to bait out of him. She activated the Frost Dust in one of her rapier's chambers, and met his combined blades.

With his daggers – as well as his hands – frozen together, Russel was forced to retreat. He crouched down on one knee, and smacked the ice into the ground, shattering it. With a scowl, he renewed his assault, running forwards again.

'He's a slow learner, it seems.' As the dagger-wielder got closer, Weiss flipped over him, swiping the tip of her blade across his back as he passed. The heiress felt Myrtenaster brush against the boys aura, but she didn't dare look to see how much she'd shaved off his bar. Instead, with the assistance of another glyph, Weiss lunged, scoring a powerful blow on the boy's unprotected back.

The force of the glyph-assisted blow pressing against the boy's aura sent him flying into the transparent barrier surrounding the arena. It was an elimination by ring-out, if anything. Knowing the fight was over, Weiss checked the screens to the side to see what the aura meters were like.

Weiss' was barely depleted, not even a sliver gone – Russel hadn't landed a single blow, so the loss was strictly from her glyph usage.

The bar underneath the picture of her opponent was another story however. It was a deep orange, more than half of the bar gone. She was sure another blow would have ended the fight, even if she didn't win by ring-out. It seemed the boy didn't have much for aura reserves. 'And he was still fighting so recklessly?'

"The winner is Miss Schnee." The blonde professor called from the side, walking forwards as the lighting returned to the area around the arena. "Well done Miss Schnee."

"Thank you, Professor Goodwitch" Weiss accepted the complement with a bow, before walking over to her opponent, and offering him a hand up. Russel accepted it with a groan.

It couldn't hurt to be nice to the guy – so long as he didn't end up like that Jaune fellow.

"Mr. Thrush," the combat class' instructor continued, "You're being far too reckless, considering how low your aura reserves are. Your... technique... may have worked during initiation while you had others supporting you, but when you are alone – without back-up – you will need to fight more conservatively."

"Got it." The mohawked boy nodded, "Thanks."

"Alright. The two of you clear the floor." Professor Goodwitch turned to regard the rest of the first year class as Weiss and Russel began to climb the stairs back up to the viewing area, "For our next bout, we have Jaune Arc versus... Yang Xiao Long..."

'Oh, that's going to be over in seconds.' Weiss thought, as she saw Yang stand quickly. Yang gave Weiss a smile as the heiress continued to climb the stairs.

"Hey," the buxom girl said as Weiss walked down the row towards where Team RWBY had been sitting, "Maybe he'll dedicate this match to you, if you're lucky."

Weiss rolled her eyes at that, "Please don't give him any ideas; he's already asked me out ten times in the past three days."

Yang gave an unladylike snort as the two girls passed each other, "I'll give him your love, don't worry 'Snow Angel'."

The white-haired girl scoffed at that, "If by 'love', you mean some blunt force trauma, be my guest. And don't call me that."

"Sure thing, Ice Queen."

Weiss huffed as she sat between Ruby and her other teammate, Blake.

"You know she's just trying to get you riled up, right?" Her black-haired teammate asked.

"Of course I do; I just don't know why."

"Guys, shh. Yang and Jaune's match is about to start." Ruby whispered.

"Thirty seconds before Arc hits the floor." Weiss heard Cardin Winchester call from a couple rows behind them.

"Thirty? That's generous. I give him ten." One of the other members of CRDL – either Dove or Sky, added.

Weiss noticed Ruby's hands curl into fists, likely at the jeering and laughs coming from a couple rows up.

The white haired rapier wielder wasn't sure exactly what Ruby saw in the blonde buffoon – Jaune, of course, not Ruby's sister, Yang.

Sure, he was the leader of Team JNPR, but Weiss was almost certain that he deserved his leadership position less than she'd originally thought Ruby had. From all her interactions with Jaune – and there'd been many, none of them welcome – Weiss was certain he was a natural born idiot. Not unintelligent or anything like that, but just... simple?

That, and he was on the same team as Pyrrha Nikos. How was Jaune made the leader, when there was someone much more capable – more competent – on the same team?

Watching the blonde from up above, Weiss could at least tell he wasn't a complete failure – the worried expression on his face at going against Yang was a clear indication of that.

"Are the fighters ready?" Professor Goodwitch asked, looking between the two combatants. Yang nodded, her gauntlets extended in full form. Jaune, on the other hand, was fiddling with some straps on his armor.

"Just a moment." the boy called out, "I can't... get... this..." With a final tug, he was apparently satisfied. "There we go. Yeah, I'm good."

Even Miss Goodwitch had her doubts, apparently. "If you're sure..." The blonde professor backed to the side of the arena, raising the protective bubble once more.

"Begin!"

Yang quickly closed the distance between the two blondes, and released a haymaker towards Jaune. In a pathetic attempt for a block, the blonde boy raised his shield.

'This is already over.' The match had been decided the moment Jaune decided to act solely on the defensive, much like every other match Yang participated in. 'He might have had a chance if he went to meet her attack, but... What?'

To Weiss' surprise, Jaune didn't go flying out of the arena – in fact, the boy didn't even budge. Not an inch. "But how?" Weiss whispered.

Even Blake, sitting next to her, was surprised. "He actually managed to block that?"

"Didn't you guys see it during initiation?" Ruby asked. "I mean, I didn't either, we were too busy dealing with the Giant Nevermore. But apparently Jaune blocked a swipe from one of the Deathstalker's huge pincers."

"Yeah, I bet. Did he tell you that himself?" Weiss asked doubtfully, watching as Yang backed away with a series of hops, her face scrunched in confusion.

Weiss could hear Ruby's smile "No, actually. Pyrrha told me."

Hmm. Weiss was going to have to take Ruby's word for it.

'Well, that doesn't mean he isn't an idiot.'

"Ruby, you know him better, but..." Blake leaned forwards to get a better look. "Isn't Jaune right-handed?"

Ruby hummed in thought before responding, "Yeah, he is. Why?"

"He's using his shield in his right hand against Yang." Blake commented, nodding to herself. "That's... actually pretty clever. Using his dominant hand for his defensive weapon, against a more powerful opponent."

"Jaune Arc." Weiss started. "Clever? I didn't know you were a comedian, Blake."

"All I know, is that ten seconds have passed, and Jaune hasn't gone down yet." Ruby mentioned excitedly, before whispering "Make them eat their words, Jaune."

Ignoring her teammate, and the chattering all around her, Weiss decided to focus her attention back on the two students on the arena floor.

With his sword at the ready, Jaune shuffled closer to Yang. Weiss – although she refused to admit it – was impressed. The boy was taking his time, and with his shield raised, he wasn't giving Yang a decent opportunity to attack.

Or, at least, that's what Weiss thought initially.

Yang took off like a bullet, and sprinted towards Jaune's left. As the blonde boy turned with her, Weiss saw him stumble, tripping up over his own feet. Yang must have noticed it as well, and cut abruptly, changing direction to confront Jaune directly.

After a short combo, Yang was literally right on top of Jaune, straddling him, feeding him her fists. After a good ten punches or so, Yang stopped, looking to Goodwitch, as if to ask her why she hadn't called the match.

The professor didn't say a word, instead gesturing with her riding crop towards the screen above, where Jaune Arc's aura meter was.

It was resting at half. 'After that beat down, he was only at half?'

Jaune had lost his first match against one of the other students by ring-out, so Weiss - and apparently everyone else - had been unaware just how much aura the boy had.

Yang gave Jaune an experimental punch, and everyone watched as the bar barely moved. She wasn't even looking at Jaune as she pelted him repeatedly, the blonde boy trying to form words through the mouthfuls of fist.

Finally, around fifteen light jabs later, Professor Goodwitch called the match, seeing as Jaune's Aura finally dipped into the red. Yang helped the defeated boy to her feet, giving him a clap on the back as he dusted himself off.

"Well, to quote Yang, 'that was a thing'." Blake commented, her voice breaking through the murmur that went up around them – as well as the laughter heard from behind where the girls sat. Team CRDL again.

Weiss was forced to agree. "Yeah, but he still didn't stand a chance against Yang. He's going to have to take major strides if he wants to get better."

"Silence, class." Professor Goodwitch ordered. Everyone fell silent, lest they invoke their instructor's wrath. "Thank you."

The huntress cleared her throat before regarding Yang. "Miss Xiao Long. I appreciate you gauging your opponents strengths this match; however, you also gave Mr. Arc too much time to recover. Try to find the middle ground, and you will be a much more effective fighter."

Yang gave the blonde huntress a thumbs up. "You got it, teach!"

If the professor was annoyed at Yang's casual manner, she didn't show it, instead turning to Yang's prior opponent. "Now then, Mr. Arc." Weiss had to prepare herself, and she wasn't even the one on the receiving end of the upcoming verbal beat down.

Goodwitch sighed. "It's an improvement over your last bout. You've got solid basics. Work on your footing, and you'll be a competent huntsman yet. But please, do try and fight back the next time you're in such a... compromising position."

'Wow' That certainly hadn't been what Weiss had expected. Or Blake. Or Ruby, for that matter, from the excited expression on her face.

Weiss frowned as she saw Jaune's elated reaction. Maybe if he stopped asking her out, Weiss may have to change her opinion of the boy.

But only if.

"Hey Weiss, have you seen my hairbrush? I left it on the bathroom counter here."

The white haired girl had no qualms with Yang as a person – only, she could be... a little difficult as a roommate. She left stuff everywhere, and anything Weiss tried to organize, was promptly disorganized. Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to relieve her growing headache. "I put it in one of the drawers. Second one down, on the left"

"Oh, there it is. Thanks, Weiss-cream."

Oh, and if she could stop with the nicknames, that would be great.

Weiss fell back onto her mattress, tired from a long day. She had the weekend to look forward to, however. A quiet time of rest and recuperation. Oum knew she needed it.

"Having a hard time?" another voice called, from the bed across from hers. Weiss sat up, and saw Blake, peering over the top of a book she was reading.

The heiress could only sigh, before answering honestly. "Not entirely. But ever since initiation, everything's been just a rush. Like, I fought that Boarbatusk in Port's class on day one, Oobleck's history class has me constantly doing something during my downtime. It doesn't help that any time I think I may finally be able to catch a break, Jaune Arc shows up, asking me out on a date. I'm just really, really looking forward to having some time to myself tomorrow."

Blake chuckled at that, "You don't actually think your going to be getting any rest tomorrow, do you?"

Weiss narrowed her eyes, "What are you talking about? It's the weekend – we don't have any classes or anything."

Blake's amber eyes seemed to shimmer. "That's exactly it. It's the weekend. Ruby already warned me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Weiss asked.

Just then, Yang decided to come out of the bathroom, humming a tune while brushing her hair. Ruby went past her, closing herself in and turning on the shower. "Say, Blake, want to head into Vale with me tomorrow? Ruby can't, she needs to head to the forge to do maintenance on Crescent Rose in the morning. There's this really cool place I want to check out, and I want someone to come with. We could make it a partner thing! It'll be great!"

Blake shot Weiss a look from over top of her book, before she closed it and put it down next to her. Turning her attention to Yang. "Sorry, Yang, no can do. I've still got Oobleck's history paper to work on – if I don't get it done tomorrow, I won't have it done before the deadline."

Weiss could tell it was an obvious lie; the deadline was Tuesday. The blonde, however, still brushing her hair, nodded. "That's too bad. What about you Weiss?"

'Oh no, please no. I just want to relax, please Oum don't do this to me.'

"I'll have to pass as well. I've got something important to take care of tomorrow... as well." Weiss finished awkwardly.

Yang didn't buy it, however, as she had a broad smile on her face as she leaned against the bedpost. "Aww, come on Weiss! What could be as important as spending some quality time with your favorite teammate?"

Weiss hadn't planned for Yang to press the issue – she'd been expecting her to take the bait, much like she had with Blake.

But what could she say that would appease Yang? She could play it off as being something to do family, but that would just backfire - she'd have to lie even more to cover it up. She couldn't use Oobleck's history paper as an excuse, like Blake did; Weiss had already finished it, and the rest of her team already knew that.

Weiss paused, with her mouth open, and Yang waited eagerly for her response.

Perhaps by some kind of divine intervention, there was a knock at the door.

Yang tilted her head, as if she wasn't going to answer the door until she got something out of Weiss.

A moment passed, as Weiss and Yang stared each other down, neither willing to budge.

"Are you going to answer that, Yang?" Blake asked.

The knock repeated, and Yang sighed. "Yeah, I guess I have to, now don't I?"

Weiss mouthed a quick 'thank you' to Blake as soon as Yang turned, while the bow-wearing ravenette sent her a quick wink over the book she had begun to read once more.

Yang opened the door, and excitedly greeted whoever it was that came knocking at seven in the evening.

"Oh, hey Jaune! Am I ever glad to see you."

Oh Oum, please. Anything but that. Anyone but him.

"Uh... really?" Weiss heard the awkward boy ask through the doorway.

"Of course! I mean, I did punch you in the face like forty times earlier today, but right now you are like, my most favorite person ever! What can I do for you?"

"I was actually wondering if Weiss was here. I need to ask her something."

Yang slowly turned her head, making eye contact with the heiress. Weiss shook her head 'no', but that only caused a manically evil grin to spread across Yang's face, "Yeah, I can arrange that for you."

Weiss didn't know exactly how it happened. In her tired state, it all happened much too quickly. One moment, she was sitting on her mattress, and the next, she was on her feet, standing in the hallway with one shocked looking Jaune Arc.

Locked out of her dorm room, of course. She'd left her scroll on her pillow.

"Uh... hey Weiss."

She really didn't need this right now.

"Jaune." The white haired girl almost spat his name, "What do you want?"

"... I'm sorry, uhh... did I catch you at a bad time?"

Weiss opened her mouth, about to rant and rave about just how bad a time it was, before she realized what exactly she was about to do. She looked into his eyes, and saw that she'd already hurt him with the tone in which she spoke. She hadn't meant to do that.

Weiss didn't necessarily like the guy, but she could at least afford to be nice to him.

It's what Ruby would have wanted, anyways.

"Actually, I'm the one who should apologize. I'm... a little stressed right now. I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that. I'm sorry."

Jaune raised his hands as if to placate her. "Nah, it's okay. I get it. Stuff like this happened all the time back home."

Weiss supposed that would be a story for another time – if she cared enough to listen to it. "So, Jaune...?"

"Hmm? Oh, right, what I'm here for." Jaune cleared his throat, as he stood straighter, and put his shoulders back.

'Oh boy, here he goes again.' This was just like the myriad other times the blonde had asked her out on a date. She should commend him for his resolve – if it just hadn't annoyed her so much.

"So... uhh... Weiss... I was wondering if uhh... tomorrow..."

'Oum this is painful.' Weiss had to interrupt. "Just spit it out already, Arc."

"I was wondering if you could help me train tomorrow?" Jaune got out hurriedly, "Just in the morning, until around noon. I don't want to take up too much of your time."

"Sorry Jaune, but I really..."

Wait a minute, did he just...?

"What did you just ask me?"

"I wanted to know if you could help me train. But if it's too much of an inconvenience..."

Weiss held up a finger, "Can you just wait one second?" The heiress knocked on her door, and Yang opened it slightly.

"What's the password?" Yang whispered in a robotic tone, prompting a laugh from Ruby, who'd likely just got out of the shower.

"When are you leaving tomorrow, Yang? For Vale." Weiss whispered back.

"I'm going to wake up bright and early, six in the morning. Don't want to waste daylight, now do I?"

Weiss pulled the door closed, getting an indignant 'Hey!' from her blonde teammate, which she barely heard through the door.

"I'll do it. When do you want to start?" Weiss asked, turning to Jaune with a cheery expression on her face. 'Two can play this game, Xiao Long.'

Jaune rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "Well, to be honest, with you turning me down every time I asked you on a date, I didn't really expect you to accept my request to train with you. I don't exactly have a set time. When works for you?"

"Want to meet at training room two at about five-thirty?" Weiss smiled – an honest smile. 'Oh, how the tables have turned, Yang.'

"It's a bit early, but that's fine with me. See you tomorrow?"

"Sure thing, I'll see you tomorrow morning Jaune. Goodnight."

She watched as the blonde boy let himself back into his own dorm room – the one directly across the hall.

This was absolutely perfect. She now had an actual excuse to avoid going to Vale with Yang tomorrow. She was trading what would likely be a full day of walking, talking, and possibly even fighting, for a few hours of helping someone she didn't exactly get along with, with their training.

She wasn't her father, but at the very least, she clearly knew what deal was better for her own benefit.

Weiss turned and knocked on Team RWBY's door lightly. It opened a crack, and Weiss used one of her glyphs to slam it open. The door hit Yang's head with a satisfying thunk as it swung open. The brawler feigned pain as she clutched her head, though she was unable to hide the trickster's smile she wore.

"So how did it go, Snow Angel? Our brave knight finally snag the princess?" Yang half teased.

Weiss wore a comfortable smile as she walked over to her dresser, pulling out her nightgown. "Oh, I don't know. He might have just done that. I'm going to get some sleep, After all, I've got to wake up early tomorrow; for our date." Weiss teased back.

"No way. You totally didn't just agree to go out on a date with Jaune, did you?" Ruby asked, a light blush dusting her cheeks as she hung off the top bunk. Weiss almost chuckled. Did Ruby actually have a crush on the guy? Or maybe she was still heated from the quick shower she had.

If she did have a crush, Weiss would have thought it adorable; if it hadn't been on Jaune Arc.

"Nope." Weiss quickly got changed into her sleepwear, missing the sigh of relief from Ruby "However, Yang, just so you know? I am going to be busy tomorrow, so you'll need to find someone else to go to Vale with you."

The white haired heiress lay back on her bed, with her head resting on her pillow. She pulled the covers over herself, prepared for a good night's sleep. With her eyes closed, Weiss couldn't see the massive grin on Yang's face.

"Oh well, that's too bad. I guess that means we can go on Sunday then."

Weiss' eyes snapped open, and she turned to Yang with her mouth agape. The gauntlet user stood next to Weiss' bed, posing triumphantly.

"And that's checkmate, bitches." Yang stated.

Weiss buried her face in her hands. "Oh you have got to be kidding me."

Fun fact: I enjoy making my protagonists' lives hell. If you came here after reading some of 'Technician' (my other story) you might know that already.

That, and Weiss is so much fun to pick on. She's just too easy.

Feel free to let me know what you liked or disliked in a review or PM. Also, feel free to point out any grammatical errors you guys find; after all, in the words of Weiss: "I'm not perfect. ...Not yet."