Yang had rested her head into her arms on one of the tables of the library. Most didn't bother her as they thought she was napping, but she was just thinking. It was one of the best parts of the library, the fact that no one ever bothered her here. Either people didn't want to bother her or they were too busy studying to care. In the end, it gave her a great place to think over everything or anything.

"What does P-Money see in Vomit-boy? She's a four-time champion. She's one of the best fighters around but the blond doofus caught her." Sadly, he's in 'love' with the resident Ice Queen… Which equally doesn't make sense. Maybe if she hadn't refused and insulted multiple times already, it would be plausible if not impossible anyway… Jaune's a team leader, a student of Beacon, but I can't tell if he's just some idiot…"

BZZ

Yang's eyes shot open as she could feel her sudden lack of warmth on her back. "M-My… hair…" She slowly stood, feeling the loosened strands fall from her back to the floor. Her hands went to her head. Her hair was cut short, ending just below her jawline. Her eyes shifted to red and the reminder of her hair began to glow. She turned to see Cardin Winchester and Russel Thrush, Cardin had the electric razor.

He grinned, "Better than beating in combat-" Her fist collided with his jaw and, with a resounding crack, sent him flying through bookshelves and engraving him into the wall. She walked forward, grabbing Russel by the collar.

His knees buckled, "IT WAS CARDIN'S IDEA, I SWEAR!" He nearly wetted himself, "IT WAS A STU-" Yang headbutted him, knocking him out.

She let out a scream of anger, "WINCHESTER!" She stomped towards the recovering Cardin. She grabbed him by the collar, lifting him into the air. She reared her arm back.

Professor Goodwitch spoke, "Ms. Xiao Long!"

"HE SHAVED OFF MY HAIR!"

"And he will be punished for it. Do not make me punish you!"

Yang looked at Goodwitch before shoving Cardin away. "Fine."

"Mr. Winchester, apart from the injury, you will be punished accordingly."

Yang calmed... at least, as much as she could've.

XXX

Time passed from that day, Yang was no longer pissed, but still had the short hair. Yang still holds a deep grudge against the Cardin. He was only given a two-week detention! She would take it out on him in combat class, but Goodwitch's rules prevented it. Weiss hired a hairstylist to make Yang's hair look good, but that didn't raise Yang's spirts. The joking gal has since gone silent out of rage and sadness both for her hair.

XXX

Ruby sighed as she walked out of her dorm, leaving the rest of her team within.

Jaune was waiting outside of his room, with a concerned look on his face, "Everything okay?"

Ruby shook her head, leaning against her door, "Nope."

He sighed, "Wish there was some way to cheer her up."

She shrugged, "There is, but we Professor Goodwitch won't let Yang near Cardin. And, no matter how many times Yang challenges him in combat class, he denies it."

Jaune rubbed his chin, "Hmm…"

Ruby tilted her head, "What?"

He smiled, "I think I have an idea…"

She smiled, pushing off the door, "To cheer Yang up?"

He tilted his head, "Got an electric razor?"

Ozpin chimed in, "And what may you two be planning?"

Ruby stiffed, "Uh… Nothing!"

Jaune stumbled for a moment, "Y-Yeah… absolutely nothing!"

Ozpin chuckled into his mug, "Well… This reminds me of my youth..." He held out a folder to Jaune, "Mr. Arc, please take these files to Ms. Goodwitch, but do be polite, I believe Mr. Winchester is serving his detention now."

Jaune took it, "O-Of course, Headmaster." With that, Ozpin continued down the hall.

Ruby blinked, "Wait, why-"

Jaune shook his head, "Let's not question it. Got an electric razor?"

Ruby nodded, "I think Weiss has one." She quickly went into her dorm and came back with an electric razor.

Jaune took it, "Alright, get Yang into the Mess Hall."

"What're you gonna do?"

"It's a surprise."

XXX

Jaune quickly made his way to Glynda's office. He knocked before open the door slightly. "Come in," said Glynda.

Jaune entered, holding up the folder of paper, "Headmaster Ozpin sent me." Cardin was just in the right pathway, sitting on a desk. He was resting his head into his arms, snoring away.

Glynda looked up, nodding, "I see." She gestured him forward as she continued to work on her paperwork, "Bring it here." Jaune walked past Cardin and placed the folder on Glynda's desk. "Thank you, Mr. Arc."

Jaune nodded as he walked towards Cardin, "Of course…" He pulled out the razor from his hoodie, "And sorry about this, Professor."

BZZ

XXX

Team RWBY and team NPR were sitting around each other in the Mess Hall. Ruby was desperately trying to make her sister smile. Her friends did the same, but to no avail.

Weiss sighed, giving up on her attempts. She then realized the lack of idiotic flirtation. She turned to Pyrrha, "Where's Jaune?"

Pyrrha shrugged, looking around, "I don't know."

Ruby looked off to the side.

Weiss turned to her leader, "Ruby?"

Pyrrha raised a brow, "Where's Jaune?"

Ruby fiddled with her hair, "He's delivering something to Professor Goodwitch's office."

"What did you do with my razor, by the way?" asked Weiss.

Ruby pushed her fingertips together, looking off to the side, "I gave it to Jaune…"

As if on cue, Jaune bursted into the Mess Hall. He then hopped onto a table and shouted to the students within, "EVERYBODY! PLEASE TAKE OUT YOUR SCROLLS! YOU DON'T WANNA MISS THIS!" Few people listened, but enough for Jaune. He leapt from the table and made his way over to his friends. "Hey, guys…" He panted.

Pyrrha asked the golden question, "Jaune, what's going on?" Even Yang's attention was set on Jaune.

Jaune panted before straightening, "A plan to cheer up Yang…"

Ruby raised a brow, "How?"

Jaune began to bounce on the balls of his feet, "I told Cardin that he shouldn't mess with my friends. This is the price."

Pyrrha asked, "What did you do?"

Jaune smirked, a rarity, "Something I'll probably get a detention for… Something that'll probably earn me some bruises."

Pyrrha asked once again, "Jaune, what did you do?"

Jaune let out a breath, "Just take out your scrolls, and trust me… you don't wanna miss this." There was nothing. "Come on, please."

His friends shook their heads, taking out their scrolls.

Ren chimed in, "What is this for, Jaune?"

Jaune looked at his scroll, "3… 2… 1."

Cardin charged into the Mess Hall. A four-inch wide line was shaven through his hair, giving him a clownish look. Cardin pointed at Jaune, ignoring the laughs of his peers and the snapping of photos, "ARC!"

Jaune grinned, "CARDIN!" He vaulted over the table and sprinted out of the Mess Hall, Cardin followed. And for the first time in a week, Yang bursted into laughter, taking as many pictures of Cardin as possible.

Weiss blinked, "I didn't Jaune could… would…"

Yang slapped her hand against the table, "Vomit-boy! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

Pyrrha raised a brow, "Shouldn't we go help-"

Yang stood and followed Cardin, laughing along the way. "After them! I gotta see this to the end!"

The group shared a look before following Yang.

XXX

Jaune chuckled nervously as he was slowly boxed into a corner. Cardin pounded his fist into his palm, "No more gusto, Arc?"

Jaune thought to himself, "Yep…"

A voice halted them, "Mr. Winchester." Ozpin took a step forward, a smirking Yang behind him, "Mr. Arc, a two-week detention. And Mr. Winchester, leave him be."

Cardin glared at the Headmaster, "WHAT?"

Ozpin tilted his head, "You received the same amount of time as punishment for the same act… Unless you believe you and Mr. Arc deserve a higher yet equal punishment?"

Cardin lowered his tone, "N-No… Headmaster."

Ozpin nodded, "Good. And remember, if you any fights to settle, do it in combat class."

"Yes, Headmaster." With that, Cardin left.

Ozpin took a sip from his mug, "Your detention starts tomorrow, in my office, Mr. Arc."

Jaune nodded, "Y-Yes, Headmaster."

Ozpin simply nodded with a slight smile before leaving.

Yang walked up and wrapped Jaune in a hug. Jaune's cheeks flooded blood, flustered and slightly embarrassed. "Ooh~! Vomit-boy! Ha-ha!" She lifted him up in the air, "Even I didn't think of that!" She dropped him and he stumbled for a moment.

Their friends finally came into view. Pyrrha shook her head, "What were you thinking?!"

Nora gave him a thumbs-up, "Not as good as breaking their legs, but good enough."

Pyrrha frowned, "Nora!"

Ruby clapped her hands, "You got Yang smiling again!"

Pyrrha turned, "Ruby!"

Ren and Blake simply gave Jaune a thumbs-up.

Jaune shrugged, "Yeah, well… I have detention now… and Cardin's probably gonna have fun beating me up in combat class…"

Yang smiled, "You know what? No."

Jaune was obviously confused, "What?"

Yang grinned, "I'm gonna help you. I'm gonna help P-Money train you, and you're gonna wipe the floor with him."

Jaune shook his head, "N-No, Yang. It's ok-"

Yang put her hands on his shoulders, "Jaune, you avenged my hair. I need to pay you back with something of equal value."

Jaune chuckled nervously, "Uh… Okay."

Yang raised her fist into the air, wrapping her other arm around his shoulders, "We begin tomorrow!"

Jaune blinked, "I have detention."

Try again, "We begin tomorrow… After detention!"

XXX

The next day came and everyone went to class. Afterwards, Jaune left for his detention and came from the elevator from Ozpin's office after two hours. He was then dragged away by Yang to the Sparring Hall.

Jaune rolled across the ground before landing on his feet, "How does getting beat up teach me anything?" He shook his head before straightening.

Yang shook her head, "Okay… Need to try something else…" She walked up to Jaune, "Drop your weapon." He hesitated, "I'm not gonna hit you." Jaune dropped his weapon. She walked up to him, "Drop your armor." Jaune did so.

Yang stifled her laughter, snickering, "W-What is that?"

Jaune stumbled, "W-What, my hoodie?" He didn't seem to realize that no one, but his team, has seen the cute bunny on his hoodie. "What is there something on it?"

She snickered, "There's a bunny rabbit on your hoodie!" She laughed. "Aw, it's so cute looking, too."

"It's Pumpkin Pete. You know, from the cereal?"

She shook her head, a bright smile on her face, "What did you do for it? Send in a box top for a prize?"

He frowned, "Yeah. Fifty!"

A grin grew on her face, she laughed, "Ha-ha!" She slapped his shoulder, "Never change, Vomit-boy."

Jaune made a face, "Are you ever not going to call me that?"

Yang smirked, "Well, give me something more memorable to call you by." She picked up Jaune's shield, "Let's get back to it, yeah?"

Jaune nodded, "Alright." Yang turned and walked across the ring.

She cocked her gauntlets, "Alright, now. You have to dodge my gunfire or block it. You win when you touch me or land a hit." Jaune opened his mouth but Yang continued, "I'll use ice-Dust rounds so there won't be a lot of pain." There was a pause, "Might get blue balls though."

Jaune rolled his shoulders, "Funny."

Yang smirked, "Ready?"

Jaune sighed, shaking his head, "No. But let's do it anyway."

Yang reared her arms back and opened fire. Jaune leapt to the side, rolling out of the gunfire as it landed. He skidded to a stop before charging at Yang, knocking one shot to the side as he did so. He dodged the gunfire, slowly closing in on Yang. He lunged at her, shield in front of him. Yang fired once again, rounds from both of her gauntlets landed against Jaune's shield.

Jaune fell to the ground, groaning, "Ow…" He slowly got up, "Lunging wasn't the best choice…" He shook his head, "Wait… All I have to do is land a hit…" He blinked, "Oh…"

Yang raised a brow, "You okay there?"

Jaune quickly ran over to the other side of the ring. "Again. Come on." He bounced on the balls of his feet.

Yang nodded to him, "Ready?"

Jaune readied his shield, "Yep."

Yang opened fire once again. Jaune dodged the shots, knocking some to the side. He slowly closed in on Yang. He dashed side-to-side, dodging the shots. He knocked one last shot to the side before lunging at Yang once again. This time, however, Jaune let go of his shield. Yang was focused on the shield and repeated what she did before. The shield was sent flying to the side as Jaune slid behind Yang.

He tapped her shoulder and as she turned to look, he extended his finger into her cheek. "Boop."

Yang smiled before pushing Jaune's hand away, "Well done."

Jaune smiled, "Thanks."

Yang put her hands on her hips, "Can you keep going?"

Jaune nodded, "Yeah. What now?"

Yang tapped her chin, "Well, let's keep on focusing on your mobility. But I want you to look up sword fighting after we're done. Ignore ones that go with your shield. Just focus on swords."

Jaune simply nodded, "Alright."

XXX

Yang smirked at Jaune. They had moved on from mobility to weight lifting. He was doing moderately well at benching one-hundred-and-twenty pounds. He had ditched his hoodie and was only in his white shirt, sweating heavily.

"P-Money's right. Jaune is a fast learner. With me and Pyrrha, he could be a pretty good fighter…" She paced in front of him. "It took me forever to grasp stuff for a time. I wonder how he did it…" She blinked, "Do I even know anything about Jaune?" She shook her head as she refocused, "So, Jaune, how you feeling?"

"Just gold…"

"'Just gold'?"

"I'm blond, you're blond…"

"Ha! I get it, nice one Vomit-boy."

He paused for a moment, "Think that was good? Then I got a joke for you."

"Tell it while you bench."

"It's one of the jokes I used to tell a lot when I was a kid." He coughed, "Alright, there are three guys and they have a pile of bricks. So, they want to figure who can throw one up the highest, but they can't tell from the ground. So, they use the muddy ground they stand on, whichever one sinks the deepest went up the highest. First guy goes, it goes up and sinks one-foot deep. Second guy goes, it goes up and sinks three-feet deep. Last guy goes, he throws it up but it doesn't come down…" Silence. "So, the other joke I like to tell-"

"Wait, what about the brick?"

"It's an anti-joke, Yang."

"Oh…"

"So, the other joke I like to tell, a woman, who wants to travel to see her parents, wants to bring her parrot along because her parents love parrots. But, she can only find tickets for the no smoking and no parrot flight. So, she smuggles the parrot onto the plane. She makes it until cruising altitude. Then the pilot, with a big cigar in his mouth, walks from the cockpit and starts greeting people. He then made his way to the lady and they exchange a few words. One thing led to another and the pilot finds out about the parrot. He snatches it from her and scolds her for having it on the plane. In response, she snatches the cigar from his mouth and scolds him all the same. He then opened the window and tossed the parrot out. In response, the lady tossed the cigar out. The pilot huffed and when back to the cockpit. And as he was flying, he heard a tapping on the window. He looked and there was the bird! And guess what it had in its mouth?"

Yang raised a brow, "The cigar?"

He kept a straight face, "No, the brick." There was silence.

Click.

Yang laughed, "Well played there, Vomit-boy." She turned, "Got anymore?"

Jaune hummed before smirking, "Well…"

The exercising routine soon dissolved into the pair exchanging horrible jokes and puns well into the night.

Yang laughed, "Vomit-boy's got a sense of humor!" Jaune had gotten her to laugh so much to the point where her stomach hurt.

Jaune grinned, "Okay… How about this one? A little boy gets on the public bus and sits right behind the bus driver. The boy keeps repeatedly saying, 'If my mom was a cow and my dad was a bull, I'd be a little calf. If my mom was a hen and my dad was a chicken, I'd be a little chick. If my mom was a deer and my dad was a buck, I'd be a little deer. If my mom was a duck and my dad was a goose, I'd be a little duckling.' The annoyed bus driver stops the bus and turns to the boy saying, 'What if your mom was a drunk and your dad was a bum?' The boy responds, 'Then I'd be a bus driver'."

Yang shook her head, laughing, "Oh, man! Why haven't you been cracking jokes all this time?!"

He shrugged, "Too busy making up pick-up lines I guess." He shook his head, grinning brightly, "Oh! How about this-"

The voice of a familiar redhead interrupted him, "Jaune?" She had her hands on her hips, a slight smile on her face.

Jaune stood, "Pyrrha? Right, we need to try now."

Yang stood, giving a two-finger salute to the Spartan, "Sorry, I kept him from you."

Pyrrha smiled politely, "No problem. Go get ready Jaune."

Jaune nodded, "Right." He walked off to do so.

Yang made a face but quickly hid it, "Sheesh, P-Money… Doting mother, much?"

Jaune waved, "Well, thanks, Yang."

She shrugged, "No problem. Maybe tomorrow, I'll ask Ren or Blake to help out."

He nodded, "Yeah, see you tomorrow."

XXX

AN: Howdy! This is a short story that won't probably be that long... Maybe, depends on reception I suppose. Man, I write a lot of Jaune stories... Well, he is the easiest to write with... Anyway, criticize away and leave any words of wisdom in a review. Thanks for reading!