Chapter 52: Omake
Man, I bet you didn't see this one coming, did you?! Well, truth to be told, I got bored and decided to treat you guys with something a little special. So, with that in mind, remember that I don't own anything I put in my writing, especially RWBY or the music I use. Now, let's enjoy some omake goodness!
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A few hours after the concert had ended, the stage and the surrounding are was silent. Of course it was, after all, audiences didn't stick around to watch an empty stage for a few hours before dawn.
Well, actually, it wasn't COMPLETELY empty.
Jaune Arc was hanging around the stage, looking over the grass field where a large crowd had watched on hell of a show just a short while ago.
Well, now was the time to try out something that he always wanted to do. Sure, he had come from a well-off family, but always thought he always had a good idea of rhythm and beat. If it worked for his advantage at the dancing game at the arcade, why can't it work while he did this?
Raising a microphone (which was thankfully powered off) to his mouth, he began his routine:
sharp like an edge of a samurai sword /the mental blade cut through flesh and bone a freelancer,
though my mind's at peace, the world out of order /missing the inner heat, life gets colder
oh yes, I have to find my path /no less, walk on earth, water, and fire
the elements compose a magnum opus /my modus is operandi is amalgam
steel packed tight in microchip /on my arm a sign of all-pro
the ultimate reward is honor, not awards /at odds with the times in wars with no lords
a battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry
wonder why a lone wolf don't run with a clan
only trust your instincts and be one with the plan
Now was the point of no return. If he was going to do this for himself, then Jaune needed to feel the heartbeat of the chorus. some days, some nights some days, some nights
some live, some die
in the way of the samurai
some fight, some bleed
sun up to sun down
the sons of a battlecry
some live, some die
in the way of the samurai
some fight, some bleed
sun up to sun down
the sons of a battlecry, a battlecry
Damn, son, he nailed it! With his confidence boosted, Jaune continued rapping. look, just the air around him /an aura surrounding the heir apparent far east style with the spirit of wild west /the "quote-unquote" code stands the test of the blue yonder where /the sky meets the sea
he might be a peasant but shine like grand royalty /he to the people and land, loyalty
we witness above all to hear this, /sea sickness in the ocean of wickedness
set sail to the sun set no second guessing
time for the chosen ones to find the best of /noble minds that ever graced the face of
a hemisphere with no fear, fly over
and eye meets no eye /and boy meets world
and became a man to serve the world /to save the day, the night, and the girl too
Jaune couldn't help but smirk a little at that chunk of material. He thought it fitted him pretty well. Now all that was left to do was top off the final chorus.
some days, some nights some days, some nights
some live, some die
in the way of the samurai
some fight, some bleed
sun up to sun down
the sons of a battlecry
some live, some die
in the way of the samurai
some fight, some bleed
sun up to sun down
the sons of a battlecry, a battlecry
With the rap now done, Jaune decided to do the cool things that he saw in movies set in inner city areas: he dropped the mic and walked away…
…And then he walked back to the mic and picked it up. That was Beacon Academy's property, and he couldn't let it get damaged on his watch! If a teacher found out that a member of the Theater Club intentionally damaged property, then his position would be gone in an instant.
But… it was worth it to feel like a hardcore rapper for a minute there.
Giving a reminiscent sigh at that thought, Jaune walked backstage over to the sound equipment, and stashed the microphone back in its place. But, instead of leaving, he looked around the backstage one more time.
Man, it was awesome to see what he and his friends accomplished. In his mind, it certainly made up for that incident a few months ago. Not only was nothing set on fire by the audience, which would already count as a victory to him, but the crowd actually loved it!
It was amazing to think that the organization that he was a part of had managed to redeem itself, even after a mistake that large before.
Jaune gave himself a high-five to congratulate himself. He was glad no one was around to see that, he didn't want to be seen as some weird guy who acted that way by himself. But still, he deserved it. He felt like a huge badass right now.
So, he walked across the stage with a boisterous strut, acting like the Big-Dick OG like he felt he was.
But, as it turned out, trying to strut down a small staircase was incredibly hard to do, and Jaune fell flat on his face. That didn't stop that Big G Boss from regaining his dignity by brushing the dust off of his face and strutting down the walkway back to his room.
Yeah, Jaune was a Boss now. Nothing could stop him. Now, but seriously, he needed to get back before Pyrrha got worried. Team JNPR had a curfew. Sure, it was a late one, but Jaune wanted to get back so he could go to sleep. After all, he didn't want to sleep in and miss anything.
Thus, the Masta Fly Gangsta somehow walked with his massive balls (in his opinion) to his room, ready to get the good shuteye that the realest OG's truly deserved.
And not one fuck was given by him.
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Don't worry, you don't have to accept this as a real, actual event if you don't want to. I mean, it was just something I thought would be funny to write. Anyway, I hope you like Jaune and his massive delusions! Oh, and for good measure, the song is 'Battlecry' by Nujabes. I mean, who doesn't like some Samurai Champloo? Well, other than people who don't like that show, but that's neither here nor there. Anyway, this is The Draigg, and I'm just going to go now.