This took a long time, and it's not even that long I think. But this story can go in several directions and I'm experimenting with new ideas. Enjoy!

The three girls standing in the hallway watched as Jaune kept both hands over his eyes trying to formulate words, but all that came out of him was just gibberish and incoherent sentences. Yang was holding her stomach as she watched Jaune's current plight. Weiss just seemed annoyed at Jaune's antics rather than Yang's howling laughter. Pyrrha was trying to console her leader with kind words and gestures, but every time she tried making physical contact with him, he yelped and backed away.

'Okay, okay. Just calm down and think. There's probably an extremely good explanation for all of this…'

Jaune dared to peak through his hands once more, only to close the gap he made with his fingers once again.

'FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, WHY CAN'T I THINK OF ANYTHING?!' Jaune mentally screamed.

"Hey, what's going on out here?" Another voice said from inside team RWBY's room. Jaune recognized it immediately. It was his fellow leader.

'Oh thank god it's Ruby! There's no way in hell that she's a part of this!' Jaune said, uncovering is eyes to find Ruby, but what he saw proved his previous thought wrong when Ruby stepped out, not bothering to pay any mind to her cackling sister as she walked into the hall.

"Something wrong Jaune?" Ruby said curiously. His face was extremely red, maybe he was sick or something?

'Yes, something is wrong. Something is DEFINITLY wrong here!' Jaune raged in his head. Before him was Ruby, wearing… actually something a bit more modest than these other girls thankfully. She was wearing red panties that had leg length that stopped a few inches above her knee. She also was wearing a black sports bra that covered half of her torso. This relieved a bit of Jaune's embarrassment, but far from extinguishing it completely.

"Oh god not Ruby too," Jaune mumbled, unfortunately for him, Pyrrha and Ruby had heard him.

"What do you mean, 'not me too,'"? Ruby asked, feeling slightly offended. Jaune couldn't answer once again as he went on mumbling random words to himself.

"Jaune, you're starting to scare me, what's wrong?" Pyrrha said worriedly, Ruby gave her an odd look.

"How long has he been like this?" Ruby asked Pyrrha, feeling more concerned of her friend's health.

"About fifteen minutes, give or take. First he saw Yang and screamed. Then Weiss and I came out into the hall to find Jaune covering his face. He has yet to tell us why though." Pyrrha said with a frown.

Suddenly an idea popped into Ruby's mind, "Don't worry Pyrrha, I know what to do! This always works!" Ruby said excitedly.

Slowly, she crept up to Jaune, who had his hands on his face once again.

"Jaune," Ruby whispered. Jaune froze in place, afraid to move.

"Jaune," Ruby said again as Ruby gently grabbed his wrists. In the back round, Pyrrha was feeling jealous for Ruby. She wasn't afraid to be a little intimate with him, although she was sure Ruby had different intentions than what her current act portrayed. Weiss saw her mental struggle and huffed.

"Seriously, what does she see in him?" Weiss whispered.

Yang had finally gotten the tears out of her eyes to see Ruby getting close to Jaune. She would've been fine with it, except for the fact that she had forgotten that Jaune could see her younger sister in her under clothes, but she would have to grin and deal with it. It was for the sake of the war after all.

"Jaune," Ruby repeated, pulling on his wrists to remove them from his face. After a few gentle tugs, she knew this would require more force. So with strength that surprised Jaune, she pulled down on his wrists hand, successfully removing them from his face. Jaune stared wide-eyed at the short girl, but before he could close his eyes, Ruby had snagged him with one of her signature pouts.

"What's wrong Jaune? Would you please tell me?" Ruby asked, clasping her hands together in a begging motion. Jaune couldn't look away, nor could he close his eyes. No matter how hard he tried, Ruby's pout demanded his attention.

"Ruby, please don't do this. I don't even know what's going on." Jaune whimpered. Ruby's pout intensified.

'This is too much!' Jaune concluded and did the only thing that seemed appropriate when dealing with his problems. Run.

Unfortunately for Jaune, he broke away from Ruby, only to run full speed into a wall. In a daze, he stumbled backwards until he landed on his back with blurred vision. When his vision returned, he found himself under something white, with pale pillars that descended down from the heavenly center. The center itself seemed like a piece of black…

"Panties?" He said in his dazed state. Weiss looked down and gasped at him, completely appalled that Jaune had just peaked up her skirt.

"You… You PERVERT!" Weiss yelled as Jaune started to stand back up, only to be brought down once again by a swift kick to his groin. Jaune started seeing colors as he fell to the ground, holding his precious, damaged package.

"Weiss, what are you doing?!" Ruby and Pyrrha asked in sync. Weiss let out a huff as he walked back into the room.

"That intolerable peeping tom looked up my skirt! That kick was better than he deserves!" Weiss said as she pulled down on her skirt, to make sure it was a secure length in the front.

"Alright, I'll take him to the nurse." Yang said in-between laughs. This was quite literally the best prank ever. Ruby and Pyrrha just nodded dumbfounded by their whole morning so far.

"Do you want to just go to breakfast?" Ruby asked.

Pyrrha sighed, "Sure. I hope Jaune feels better later and has a more clear state of mind."

While Yang carried Jaune bridal style as he stayed in a ball form holding back his tears of pain, Yang hummed to herself. This day was going to be extremely amusing.

Jaune took a second to look up from taking care of his pain to look at Yang, who smiled back at him, but her smile seemed mischievous. Some would even say downright evil.

'Does she have something to do with this whole thing?' Jaune thought. It would make since, but he didn't think she'd be able to get the other girls to cooperate with her, especially Weiss.

"Yang?" Jaune said in a groan. His pain had not fully healed, but it was slowly getting there.

"Yes Vomit-Boy?" Yang questioned with feign innocence.

"Why is everyone half naked? Please tell me." Jaune pleaded, only to remember that Yang was in that state herself. So he quickly shielded himself and squirmed out of Yang's arms onto the ground.

"Oh whatever do you mean Jaune-y?" Yang asked again, in the same sickeningly sweet tone.

"This is obviously some sort of prank, well ha ha you got me. Now will you please tell the girls to get dressed so I can get on with my day?"

"I'm afraid it's a bit more complicated than that," Yang began. "You see, you are under the effects to what I refer to as 'Peepers Dust' or what that shop owner called it, 'X-Ray Dust.' The user has the ability to see through one layer of clothing. Lucky you huh?" Yang said teasingly. Jaune's eyes widened under his hands, which formed into fists of rage.

"What the hell kind of prank is that?! Do you know how awkward I've felt so far?" Jaune asked loudly, Yang just smirked.

"No, because I'm not afraid to see a little skin," Yang said confidently. Jaune attempted to vigorously rub his eyes to try and fix them.

"That won't work Jaune, I sprinkled it on you when you were asleep. There's no removing it now!" Yang said victoriously. Jaune looked at the floor with his fists still tightly clenched.

"How long will this last Yang?" Jaune said with a slight edge to his voice. Yang wasn't intimidated at all.

"About twenty-four hours, better enjoy 'em while you can." And with that, she walked off, leaving Jaune to his thoughts.

'Only twenty-four hours? That won't be too hard.' Jaune said, but he nervously gulped. He had a feeling he was going to see things he shouldn't be seeing.

Jaune wanted to stay in his room the entire time, but he didn't want to get in trouble with any teacher for ditching. And if he spent the day locked him his room, he'd only show Yang how much of a coward he was.

So he went through the halls, missing breakfast and heading straight for his next class. Well, not really straight, since he was covering his eyes. He bumped into several people, all while saying 'Sorry!' He was going off from memory, but he took one wrong turn and ended up in a room that smelled strangely like sweat and deodorant. Jaune dared to take a peak, but regretted it afterwards.

'Oh no…' Jaune mentally said. He had somehow found himself in the women's locker room. He instantly went to escape, but heard a bit of commotion outside the door.

'Damn, it's the first period combat class!' Jaune concluded. If he was seem by all of them coming out of the women's locker room, he was sure to die. If he didn't find another way out, he was sure to die.

'Think think think!' Jaune put his mind into overdrive, trying to resemble the male locker room to the females and all of the plans he had made to escape from there in a moment's notice. Hey, you never know when you may need to have an escape route, no matter what room.

'The vents!' A light bulb appeared on Jaune's head as his genius idea came to mind. He quickly found his way to the vent and jumped into the air, grabbing the vent, but just barely. The sounds of huntresses were getting closer by the second. He'd have to work fast.

With precise speed and expert handling, he opened the vent and slid inside, just in time to hear the girls opening their lockers and discussing their class. Thankfully, none of them noticed the loosely hanging vent cover swinging silently on its hinges.

Jaune sped through the vents, getting covered in dust. He didn't know where to stop, but it seemed fate had his exit planned out thoroughly. He crawled over one vent cover, but this one was already loose, as soon as all of his weight was put on it, he fell like a boulder from the sky, right into his first class.

"What an entrance, very spontaneous Mr. Arc!" A voice boomed. Jaune looked around and saw several pairs of eyes staring at him. Most were from half naked students, but one in particular was a large man with a bushy grey mustache. The jolly Mr. Port himself.

Jaune looked at the voice had praised him, but instantly regretted it as soon as his eyes burnt the image into his mind for all eternity.

Mr. Port… for whatever reason, going commando.

Jaune quickly exited the room to vomit and scrub his face vigorously once more, in a desperate attempt to clean his petrified face.

'Yang, I swear I'll get you for this!' Jaune thought as he hurled into a nearby trashcan.