Alright hey everyone this is an updated version of chapter one, with a few things changed. I would highly suggest reading it cause a few things have been retconned, and I may or may not make reference to them later on. So please take the time to re-read this.

The sounds of a busy morning street fill the air, as our main protagonists sit at a table in a small cafe. One being a very nervous blonde haired young man, the other being a young dark haired woman with a bow in her hair, staring at the young man with no emotion in her eyes. On the small table is a piece of paper, and two cups of tea. The only other noticeable thing is the matching gold rings that they both held on their left hands.

"So Blake," the young man named Jaune Arc said, trying to start a conversation.

The young women now revealed to be Blake Belladonna doesn't say anything, but just picks up her cup of tea and quietly takes a drink from it.

Jaune watched her do this suddenly and can't help but wonder why? Why did he have to wake up with the cat faunus, who had barely said a word to him for most of the time that they knew each other, in this situation?Was his luck really this bad?

Gathering his courage he continued. "Can you please say something?" He was practically begging her to say something, anything.

Blake didn't say anything for a moment before grabbing the piece of paper on the table, and held it up to her face. After taking another drink of her tea, she lowered the paper slightly, revealing her eyes to him before speaking for the first time since they left this morning. "We need to speak to the headmaster," she said as she stood up, and walked away without looking back at Jaune who quickly gets up to follow her, but not before paying.

As he catches up to Blake, he quickly falls into step with her. "So Blake, why do we need to speak to Professor Ozpin?" he asked.

Blake handed him the paper, and pointed at a spot on it, where it was signed. "D. Ozpin? What does the D stand for?" Jaune wondered out loud, missing the whole point of Blake was trying to get across.

"While a valid question, I believe the fact that our headmaster married us is the most important question," She sighed. Jaune's face turned a bit red at his mistake as they arrived at the landing pads for the bullheads.

Once the two board a bullhead heading towards Beacon, the silence that was previously present returned and Jaune began wondering how this all happened. His thoughts went back to earlier this morning...

Earlier

Jaune woke up on a bed. He thought it felt a bet weirder than normal, but he pushed that thought away as he sat up and stretched. He then realized he doesn't have a shirt on, which wasn't how he normally slept. actually, now that he thought about it, he didn't have pants on either… nor was he in his bed at Beacon.

He heard shuffling next to him. He turned his head to look only to notice his friend and classmate, Blake Belladonna, next to him. Well he couldn't see her face because her back was too him, but he recognized her hair, and her ears… at least what Ruby had told him about her ears..

Actually, this was his first time seeing her ears. Completely forgetting about the situation, he couldn't help himself and unconsciously reached a hand out to touch one of her ears, only to have Blake slap away his hand.

"Ruby leave my ears alone…" Blake mumbled sleepily. She then proceeded to sit up herself, stretching her arms over her head and yawning as she did, giving Jaune a view of her chest which he immediately turned away from, with a blush forming on his face.

As she rubbed her eyes, still partially asleep, she took in her surroundings before she stopped moving. After a moment's pause, she slowly turned her head to see Jaune looking away from her.

Her response was immediate and Jaune found himself off the bed and on the floor as Blake instinctively punched him in the cheek.

Jaune groaned on the carpeted floor as he slowly pushed himself back up, rubbing his cheek. Through his aura was quick at work healing it, it stunged in pain

"Jaune, is that you?!" He heard Blake shout as he turned to her.

"Yeah… that really hurt…" He said as Blake covered herself with the blanket, trying not to look at him in embarrassment."Maybe we should get dressed."

"Agreed," Blake nodded, still refusing to look at him.

Blake slowly got up from the bed, taking the blanket with her to cover herself. Jaune didn't dare turn his head to look at her again, though he did get a small peek at her from the corner of his eye when she had walked into his line of sight as she grabbed her bow off the ground.

Hearing her walk into the bathroom, he released the breath that he was holding and got up to grab his things. Once he got dressed, he decided to waited for Blake to get done. Though he couldn't seem to find his gloves, he did notice a ring on his hand and a paper rolled up on the table next to the bed.

Present

Jaune was broken out of his thoughts when he noticed Blake get up from her seat next to him and start to walk out of the landed bullhead, leaving him behind. He got up, and once again ran to catch back up to her.

"So why do you think the headmaster married us?" he asked Blake once he caught up to her.

Blake glanced at him. "I have no idea, I am sure he had a reason though." she reasoned.

On their way to Ozpin's office, they passed Velvet and Coco from team CFVY, who Jaune waved at before Blake reached over, and smacked his hand down because he had waved at them with his ringed finger, not realizing that the two of them saw Blake's ring as well.

Before they could say anything to each other, Blake grabbed Jaune's hand and pulled him away from them. "Do not show your hand to anyone when we still have the rings on," she whispered into his ear as they arrived at the elevator to the headmaster's office.

And there you go. Changes have been made, and this will greatly help what I can do in the future. Remember to go read chapter four now, and have a good night. Thanks for Blaiseing again for going over this, he now has beta'd all chapters of this fic so big props to him remember to check him out.

(Blaiseing) Happy Nondescript Winter Holiday bois.