What's up, my fellow kids.

So, I was reading reviews to find criticism like any normal writer; and I saw a certain one that caught my eye. It really got me thinking. The reviewer basically told me that the story was actually finished, and that the main conflict is already solved. The main conflict being that Weiss is going to reunite with Jaune. Weiss meets up with Jaune, Jaune is happy to see her, end of story.

While yes, that is true. I think that this fic is far from finished.

With the new team dynamics between certain characters, I think we can explore quite a bit with this story. That being said, I have to restrict the exploration in order to fit both the story and the heavily inconsistent timeline. And while I agree that the main story is done (Weiss meeting up with Jaune), I feel like the story has finally evolved into something much more meaningful. Which would be Weiss and Jaune actually getting together.

Just some food for thought.

Disclaimer: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum.

Story is mine.

What You Deserve

The night has passed, and a new morning has begun.

It was a rather slow Wednesday. Grimm Studies with Professor Port ended with her learning through reading the words on the whiteboard and not what the he was actually discussing. Dust Mechanics Class would've been a lot more interesting if she didn't know everything about dust. If she was being honest, the only thing that she thought was good about the day was that there were less people that approached her and Pyrrha for autographs - be it a picture or a sign. There were still people, but not to the extent as the horde the night before.

As much as she wanted the day to get over with, they still had one last class.

Sitting down next to her team right next to Jaune's team, Weiss watched as Professor Goodwitch came up on the arena. Professor Goodwitch was actually one of the few staff members that she actually respect for. No offense to Professor Port, but she was clearly much more focused about the school than he is.

"Good Afternoon, children." Goodwitch greeted; holding a clipboard in her hands and skimming through it. "As you already know, my name is Glynda Goodwitch. You may refer to me as Professor Goodwitch, just like with your other mentors. Now that's out of the way, welcome to Combat Training 101."

Weiss heard some shuffling right next to her. She turned to see a very excited Ruby Rose sitting right next to her sister; chatting excitedly about how - in her words, "Kick everyone's butt! You too Yang!". After hearing the remark, Yang grabbed her little sister by the neck and scratched her knuckles on Ruby's head. That was called a 'noogie', correct? She remembered Jaune giving her one of those when they were young. Of course, being the unknowledgable fool that she was back then; she slapped his hand in a very harsh manner soon after.

Did she slap his face as well or was her memory not kicking in properly? That didn't matter. All she knew was that Jaune cried after that.

The little sibling moment between the two had lasted only a couple of moments before Goodwitch spoke once again. "Before we get started, I would like to clear up any confusions about this class. First of all, we will have three seperate objectives to achieve in this class. To learn how to think during times of battle. To learn how to fight against Grimm. Lastly, how to oppose another human opponent - who are much smarter than your usual Grimm."

The student body didn't respond much to the clarifications. That was quite reasonable, actually. Decision making and the type of opponents fought against during battle are very important topics that must be tackled with care. Wrong information could give one in a life-threatening injury, or even worse; death.

"Second of all, we will follow a strict schedule with this class." Goodwitch continued.

"Mondays we will fight against Grimm that Professor Port will hunt in the forest; seeing as the weekends would be a convenient time for him to hunt. Tuesdays and Wednesdays, we will have academic lessons which will cover all information about combat. Thursdays and Fridays, we will have sparring exhibitions. We will arrange students of the same level so that we can give out criticism fairly and accurately. Unless all of you want to fight against Miss Nikos?"

Some of the students audibly gulped in fear of fighting the champion herself. The heiress subtly tilted her eyes over to Pyrrha. The girl wasn't probably happy at the special mention, the frown on her face definitely tells her that.

"One last thing. If any of you would want to train during weekends either alone or with a partner, you may be able to use one of the training rooms available with the request of permission. All of the rooms have special qualities in it, including robots which have been supplied by General Ironwood from Atlas just in case people without partners would like to train one-on-one."

Weiss heard a squeal right next to her; courtesy of Ruby Rose herself.

"Robots, Yang!" The red-head shook her sister in a frivolous manner. The shaking of Yang's...assets, caught the attention of some boys. While the blonde didn't really notice, Weiss saw the same males whisper to each other soon after. Such degenerates. "Atlesian made robots! They're like the best robots you could ever ask for! I really hope they have the newest mech I saw on TV!"

She would disagree on that. The General probably sent basic training robots instead of the more dangerous and advanced ones, an idea that would most likely ease tension between the city of Atlas and Vale. There was no way that he would risk most of Atlas' best robots just to be used by a couple of Beacon students.

"Now that that's out of the way, let us begin." The professor then flipped a page on her clipboard. She then pulled out a remote and activated the large screen hanging right above the arena. Students pulled out their note-taking equipment as the lesson started. "Today we will discuss about the general rules of combat..."

XxXxX

"Well, that class sucked." Yang stated as she placed her tray of food on the table; placing herself between an empty chair and Jaune. She grabbed an apple before biting into it. "I thought we'd get to kick butt, not learn about combat strategies. Not that it's bad to learn, but-"

"I know, right?!" Ruby whined. Weiss then took her seat next to Pyrrha; both listening to the red-head's ramblings. "I even polished Cresent Rose last night! I was so ready to take my baby and put everyone to sleep with it!"

"You're not the only one, sister!" Nora chimed in; taking the chair right next to Yang. Her plate was filled with a rather...unhealthy amount of pancakes. Do they even serve pancakes in dinnertime. Because that would be strange. "I didn't get to break any legs! What kind of monster doesn't allow me to break any legs!?"

"Nora, I don't think that the person stopping you is the monster." Ren spoke up and included himself in the conversation.

While the four teens all chatted in peace, the other four - not so much. Weiss would start a conversation with Jaune, but they were too far apart from each other that they'll crossover with the other group's ramblings. Besides, it looked like he was content with listening to his teammates talking as he ate his food. At least he was smiling. Better than the obvious frown from yesterday to say the least.

Blake was ignoring everyone and reading a book. What's more surprising is that it seemed as if there wasn't even any noise entering her ears. The heiress wasn't sure if it was in her nature, or she just had the ability to tune out everyone. If she knew people who were as loud as the ones she was teamed up with, it wouldn't be too big of a surprise.

Pyrrha, was just eating as usual. She did look quite distracted, however, as if she's disconnected from the group and whatnot. Whatever it was, it was clear that it was not in her place to ask for reasons. Maybe she would be interested in some light chatter? Talking would definitely loosen a person up. Better than staying silent and watching the others ramble about their day. No offense to Jaune by any means.

"So, Pyrrha. How was your day?" The red-head perked up after hearing the question.

"It's fine, if I had to say anything about it." Pyrrha gave a half-hearted smile, she was definitely tired. "The people crowding us for an autograph could use a little more work, though..."

Of course those idiots following them would be the cause of Pyrrha's loss of energy. It was also the heiress' reason why she wasn't energized as much throughout the day. If those people had half of a mind to even respect a famous person while they're stuck in a set of circumstances personal to them, then maybe her skin wouldn't be as white from staying indoors. That and the fact that it would mark the day hell froze over.

"I agree." Weiss sighed, "They're really starting to get on my nerves. I just wish they would at least respect our privacy, so to speak."

"I say cheers to that." A can suddenly appeared right next to Weiss' face. Her heart slightly jumped in surprise before looking at the champion, lounging an expectant look on her face. "Really? You're not going to clink glasses? I thought Schnee's were supposed to know their ethics and their shots, it would be quite disappointing if you just left me hanging."

Her moved on its own, getting her can of mango juice; she made contact with Pyrrha's can. A little 'clink' sound emitted from the cans as the two objects clashed, although it sounded quite unpleasant due to the quality of materials used. Once finished, the red-head giggled and drank from the container. Leaving a somewhat confused heiress to stare at her. Chugging down her drink quickly, Pyrrha saw that Weiss had yet to consume a droplet of liquid from the can.

"Aren't you going to drink?" She tilted her head. "It's not even alcohol, it's mango juice."

"U-Uhh, yeah." She apologized with a nod. "Sorry, I thought I had forgotten something important."

"With how white your beautiful hair already is, I wouldn't be too surprised if you suddenly start to lose your memories." Pyrrha giggled.

Weiss was simply dumbfounded at the backhanded compliment. But before she could even get a word in, a muffled ringing sound was heard from Pyrrha's pocket. The once happy mood immediately dissipated. Now replaced by one that both girls knew all too well. One that included a factor in their lives that both of them had grown to dislike.

"It's my manager..." Pyrrha sighed as she looked at her scroll; the joy that was earlier present on her face now vanished. "I need to take this. Sorry, Weiss. Thanks for the conversation though. I'll meet you back at the dorm."

Not finding the proper words to say, the rapier-wielder nodded her head in acknowledgement.

Standing up from her seat, Pyrrha excused herself from the group and walked away from the table. Everyone didn't seem to mind at all; saying goodbyes and going on with their earlier discussion. Weiss could hear the other half of Pyrrha's phone call as her voice eased away from her ears; being drowned with the other noises of the cafeteria.

As soon as the girl was finally away from the table, Weiss' mind had drifted to somewhere else.

If she was being honest, she was slightly disconnected with her body at the moment. She wasn't feeling sick, mind you. She was just...confused. Seeing Pyrrha act in a joking manner that was rarely seen somewhat threw her in a loop. From what she could recall with all her memories of Pyrrha the past couple of days, she seemed to take more of a serious personality and was often quiet. Heck, she couldn't even remember her trying to showcase that she had such humor. On one hand, it was sort of natural for the girl to have such a character; seeing as she was just another teenage girl who had a reason to fight.

On the other hand, she was disheartened.

She had been so desentisized to the point where she couldn't see Pyrrha in any other light. The perfect girl that always took her life seriously, never offended anyone, and will always fight for the greater good. What happened just now somewhat contradicts those two ideas Weiss had formed on her. While Pyrrha techinally gave her a backhand compliment through a joke, it doesn't change the fact that she still retains the qualities that was stated earlier.

Pyrrha didn't have freedom. Nobody had freedom. But she was much more restrained than the many others around the entire Remnant.

Weiss sighed. She needed some rest. Standing up from the table, the heiress parted ways and excused herself back to the dorm.

She didn't even see the blond boy staring as she went away.

Fifteen minutes had passed before everyone were willing to go back to their dorms. Jaune walked alongside the group; whose conversation turned from complaining about Combat Training class to asking if pancake syrup can be solidified. Without Weiss in the group, the blond opted to stay silent as they walked through the hallways.

If he was being honest, he hasn't really talked much today. Has he?

Yang and Nora must've noticed him not talking, seeing as they stopped their syrup discussion.

"Hey Vomit Boy, you doing alright? You haven't been talking much since last night." Yang planted an arm around Jaune's neck. The action somewhat constrained his breathing, but it was for the best that he didn't say that. Thank Oum Nora wasn't doing the same. If she had placed her arm on him as well, he probably would've ceased to exist due to lack of oxygen.

"What? Our fearless leader has lost the ability to speak!? This calls for an emergency!" Nora snapped her fingers; a smile appearing on her face. She pulled out a fake mustache and slauted, a general would be proud with how proper she stood in place. "Don't worry Jaune-Jaune, Detectives Yang and Nora will help solve all your problems!"

Jaune chuckled. Despite Weiss not being with him, Yang and Nora seemed to get the job of cheering him up done. Though, he would've also liked it if she were the one to do it. "Don't worry, Nora. I can still open my mouth and use my voice, guess I just forgot how to use it after what happened last night."

"Still not over what happened last night, huh?" Jaune saw the girl eye toward something. His line of sight landed on Ruby; who was casually talking with Ren. He turned his attention back to Yang and saw disappointment right on her face. "Guess you could say the same for me and Rubes, I even wanted some of the bastards that got too close for their own good. I really can't blame Weiss and Pyrrha, though. If we're having problems about their popularity, imagine what it must be for them."

"I can understand getting autographs from famous people. Believe me, I know." He had to thank his sisters for that. Capturing the perfect moment to accidentally meet that one handsome singer from Mistral wasn't exactly easy, considering the fact that both him and his father had to hunt down the guy until they found him. "But I wish they'd just leave them alone, you know. Especially Weiss. I couldn't even talk to her earlier since there were still a lot of people who want things from her."

"I know!" Nora clasped her fist; her mustache falling off in the process. "They were so annoying as well! I wanted to feed them to the Grimm with how breakable their kneecaps were! Don't you agree?"

Nora found herself much farther away from both blondes; still retaining their earlier position with fear emitting from their eyes.

"Oh come on! Don't act like you don't agree."

Well, he definitely agrees. But wanting to get rid of a group of people and wanting to get rid of a group of people were very much two different things. He made sure to take a mental note to never - never make Nora angry; even in the slightest. Oh how he pitied the poor soul who had or will make his bubbly teammate mad.

"Back to the topic, do you think it'll end soon?" Yang asked.

"I'm not exactly sure."

Both teams finally made it to the outside of their dorms. The arrival to the dorm rooms also meant the deparuture of the group of friends for the day. Everyone had their own ways to say their goodbyes. Yang told Ruby not to eat any late-night cookies then gave her a parting cheek-pinching. Nora tackled Ren and wished him a good night. Blake wasn't particularly close with anyone, she more or less just said a simple goodbye like he did to the others.

Looking at the sisters and the 'not together-together' duo, a gut-wrenching feeling mixed in with some jealousy hit Jaune like a truck.

The blond clenched his teeth as he stared down the ground. He hasn't seen her in years, hasn't talked to her in years. Now that they finally meet after Oum knows how long, she's being swept away by a bunch of people that they don't even know the names of. If she were here, she probably would've wished him a pleasant night like Nora did to Ren. If she were here, he might've teased her like Yang to Ruby. If she were here, then maybe he wouldn't feel so horrible about being alone right now.

And if those jerks chasing her didn't exist, then maybe he wouldn't feel so miserable about his girl.

"We'll figure it out, Weiss." Jaune clenched his fist before entering his dorm, making sure no one noticed him. "One way or another."

...Uhh, I can explain?

I disappeared for a month during a time where everyone literally has nothing to do, I guess I don't have excuses thhis time around. I have two excuses. The first one is that I took up other hobbies such as drawing to somewhat improve my skill in art and keep myself stress-free from writing. Since I don't tend to do things properly while in a bad mood.

The second one is that I was being a lazy dumbass.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's the latter one.

On a much more serious note, I will shorty discuss about the timeline for this story. I will mostly use a day-to-day structure for the most part. If I were to use a time-skip, it wouldn't be more than a week or two and would serve as a way to connect all the events in a proper manner. If I were to make a huge time-skip in the future, I will either explicitly state it in the A/N or will emphasize it in the story itself.

Reviews are love. With it, we will overthrow the menace in society that hypotizes everyone with his cute, fluffy, fur. Darn you, Zwei! The review can be a compliment, complaint, suggestion, and/or criticism.

Anyways, that's all for now and I will see you in the next one.

Crazyman out.