Restoring the Family Honor

Chapter 11; To Decide One's Path

Which is more important; being recognized as a hero, or actually being one? Major AU, Plot central Harem, The Most serious Crack You'll Ever Read.

Disclaimer; I don't own RWBY and this is total AU. Enjoy the ride, check author's note at the end for concerns, and kindly leave a review.

Honestly, I just enjoy screwing with your minds, it's more fun for me this way. Belief or Disbelief rests with you.

On with the story.

-Junior's Bar-

Sun sat at the bar of The Club nursing a drink. The police had really gotten on his case when they caught him still hanging around that warehouse, and he never did pay for his boat ride over. So, he quickly slipped away once he had an idea where he could meet the cat faunus again and make another first impression. It wasn't stalking, he was just getting ready to accidentally run into her on purpose! And plus, she was totally his type, and what did that other guy have that he didn't? They were both blonde faunus, so it was pretty much an even playing field, right?

His musings were cut short by the sound of shotgun blasts just outside the door of the club. The sound of gunfire faded, and was replaced by a scream as the body of the bouncer broke through the doors and flew through the club. Sun tried to force his drink down as a blonde huntress with flaming hair made her entrance. "All right, where is he? The Blonde Faunus?"

Junior gave a heavy sigh and gestured at the blonde monkey trying to sneak away.

There was a moment of hesitation as the monkey faunus looked back and that was where everything went wrong for him. Almost before he knew what was happening, Sun was already down on the floor with the flaming huntress's weapons pointed at his face and crotch. When he looked to the bartender for help, he noted that Junior had seized the opportunity of his distraction and fled.

The girl's scowl said it all. "Alright, we just lost of last best lead because of you, so you're either going to help us by leading us to the White Fang, or by being my punching bag until I feel better."

Sun foolishly decided to try using humor to escape the situation. "Geez, that time of the month?" He wouldn't even deny that he deserved the punch the face, but the crotch shot was totally unnecessary. "Okay! Okay! They threw me out before I could follow my ribbon girl and her boyfriend to where they are now." He noted the blonde cocking her gauntlets for another volley and sped up his speech. "But I know where they will be! Docks! Midnight! They're doing a hit on a shipment of dust!"

He let out a sigh of relief when the crazy girl let him stand up, only to squawk when a collar fastened itself around his neck. He looked behind him to see a large dragon faunus and younger girl in a red cloak standing next to her holding the leash. "There Ruby, now you have a pet monkey so we don't need to bring your dog into the room."

Ruby shuffled nervously. "I don't know… this seems kind of mean…"

The Weiss waved off the younger girl's concerns. "He basically admitted to stalking Blake just now. I'd consider keeping him on a leash to be the most humane option."

Sun finally found his voice. "This is racist!"

The faunus girl patted his head like he was a puppy that just got hit in the face by a Frisbee. "Silly monkey, I'm not doing this because you're a faunus. I'm doing it because you're a male faunus. It's not racist, it's sexist."

Sun was at a loss for words, but that didn't stop him from speaking. "dbwa? Dees wheeway?"

The blonde that was threatening him before came back with a strawberry sunrise that she got from… somewhere. "Silly non-magically-enhanced-harem-endless-pleasure-toy, you never learned that girls are always right, did you?"

Weiss gave a sigh at the pathetic sight. "And to think the White Fang are just idiots like these…"

Sun had a very bad feeling about this…

-White Fang-

The White Fang was almost ready to move out. They were hiding their features with dark cloaks, and the two "guests" were station at Mustang's right and left. The man himself glanced between his watch and the contingent of terrorists that he was sending to their arrest. Adam Taurus had contacted him earlier and insisted that a number of the Bull's most fanatical followers from the camp outside of Vale join the operations inside the city to "boost his numbers." Mustang knew that they were really supposed to push him to be more active and vicious; the horse faunus was one of the few hold-overs from the old White Fang philosophy, and really only kept his position in the fang because of his position in the Vale military.

But now with the Arc scion on his side, that would change very soon. The first step would be to orchestrate the capture of Taurus's men, as well as Torchwick if possible. That would force Adam to come to Vale himself to make up for the losses, which would bring the Bull face to face against the Arc.

But his plan hinged on one inciting incident, which would take perfect timing to make look coincidental. "Hawkeye. What time are the guests arriving?"

She understood the need for secrecy as much as he did. "Twelve Oh three. One minute variance." Needed to have the boy at the location three minutes before midnight with only a minute as the margin for error. It would be tight; he would have no concerns if it were his own men he was commanding, but who knew how Taurus's crew would react.

"We need to be there on time men, the less opportunity there is for things to go wrong the better." The order should have been unnecessary, but some of the newcomers already looked like untrained dogs brought to a show in mating season. "Let's get moving. We need to take a specific route to avoid detection."

But of course his attempts at maintaining order were shot to hell when a vagrant teen dashed into the back street where they were gathered. Without any visible faunus traits, the more extreme White Fang members jumped on him before he even had the chance to stop and turn around.

"Look, he's got white hair! Maybe he's a bastard Schnee! I say we gut 'im and hang 'im up at the docks!"

"Nah, that's too quick for human scum. We need to make him suffer like humans made us suffer!"

Jaune put a hand on the ringleader's shoulder. "Don't. Leave him alone. That's not the sort of reputation that you want to give the White Fang."

The leader, some ugly as sin bull-dog faunus, growled. "Oh, don't tell me you're a human lover? Don't have the guts? C'mon, I'll loan you my gun, it feels great to get back at those filthy humans for mistreating us."

Mustang internally winced. These men had no impulse control when it came to humans, it seemed. He briefly considered if Adam was secretly just trying to unload some useless members of his team onto the city commander, but he put the idea away. Outside of the city, the White Fang was had nothing to do other than stew in their hatred of humanity and push others to more extreme views. The was one of the first things wrong with Adam's group, but the time to fix all the errors of his organization was not right then. Immediate discipline was needed if he wanted to keep the Arc on his side and the plan on track.

Mustang spoke, and the response came at the same time as the command. Precise shots struck each of the White Fang members. They all had their aura unlocked, but without training it was hardly a perfect defense. They would all have bruises, at least for the rest of the night. Mustang gave a nod of appreciation to his lieutenant, Hawkeye had even made sure to strike them only on the upper body. It would have been a detriment if they were actually going to be loading anything tonight, but for his plans, it worked perfectly.

"I don't care what Taurus allows you to do out in the wilds, but when you're in the walls, you follow my rules. We are only allowed to operate with the freedom we have if we maintain a low profile." His face shifted to a glare. "And that is worth more than a few undisciplined soldiers. Now move!"

The bulldog decided to press his luck. "Oh, so the great Mustang is a human lover too! Wait till-"

Whatever else he was going to say was cut off in a roar of flame. Blake hid behind Jaune as she witnessed the ruthless efficiency that made the Flame Huntsman so feared.

When the flames died down, the protesting faunus fell to his knees. The dregs of his aura had mostly protected him. Then, in a show of foolhardy defiance, he raised his gun to shoot the Colonel. He pulled the trigger. No bullet came out. Instead the weapon exploded in his hands, piercing him with lethal shrapnel.

Jaune let out a breath. "The idiot didn't stop to think about the state of his weapon. He assumed that since he had to aura to protect himself, it automatically flowed into his weapon. Basically the same way that I beat Adam back then. Looks like his men learned well from their leader." He gave a mental chuckle. The comradery felt good. Mustang knew what he was doing, even if Jaune was only guessing on some of his plan.

"I told you, freedom of operations is more important than a few poorly trained soldiers. Now move!"

-Beacon-

Pyrrha stared at one of her partner's books without seeing it. Jaune and her partner were on a date. Doing date things. Like holding hands, kissing, ripping off each other's clothes until they're both naked and she'd start by licking-

She shook her head and tried to refocus. Blake had thrust a book into her hands and told her to read it, but the champion wasn't quite getting the point of the story. It was about a brave hero and his innocent, loving girlfriend. They've been together for years, and they make cute and innocent love once a month on their anniversary, since that's all the further the girl wants to go. She guessed that the conflict came from the boyfriend's childhood friend, who still loved the boyfriend character. The story seemed like it was at its climax, with the boyfriend seduced by the childhood friend, and the girlfriend sitting to the side watching them and masturbating.

She really didn't get what Blake was trying to tell her with this book. Was Pyrrha the childhood friend who was stealing Blake's boyfriend? The champion certainly didn't think she was acting like that. Or was Pyrrha supposed to act like that? Was it advice? A challenge? Was it a declaration that whoever was willing to fulfill Jaune's needs deserved to have him? And why was the girlfriend not doing anything!? It just didn't make sense! Though… thinking about the scene… Watching Jaune's face as he was feeling good…

The sound of her scroll ringing made Pyrrha jerk her hand away from her crotch and fumble to answer. Yang's face flickered onto the screen. "Evenin', Cereal Girl. Rin and Nora back yet, or were you just playing with yourself?"

"No, I'd never- Not without Jaune!" Yang got out an overenthusiastic laugh, almost as if she were desperate for some levity.

"Thanks P-Money. Now, I got some good news and some bad olds. Which do you want first?"

"Olds?"

"Yeah, should've known that something was up right from the start. A dorky blonde that practically screams family man, who already has a harem, and will give you anything you want if you kiss him long enough? There had to be a downside."

The sound of the door opening announced Rin's entrance. "Most people would say that the harem is the downside in that situation."

Yang's reply took a bit of an edge. "Most people are idiots that barely think about what happens after they die."

Nora's head poked out from behind Rin's shoulder. "Yang, can I have your kids when you die? Rin says I'm not allowed to have more than two, but you need seven for a Griff Ball team."

The blonde let a smile slip onto her face at the Bubbly girl's enthusiasm. "I'll let you babysit, how about that?" Nora cheered and steered her Rin steed to the fridge for celebratory pancakes.

Pyrrha felt a similar smile on her lips, but it fell when she realized there was still bad news that she had to hear. "Soo, umm, the Olds?"

The blonde bombshell sighed. "Have you felt the craving for Jaune yet? More than usual, I mean. Like your soul is telling you to throw yourself at him and promise him anything so that he'll never leave you alone again."

Nora popped back into the conversation with a bottle of maple syrup in her hands. "I feel like that whenever he isn't touching me, isn't that what love is supposed to feel like?"

Both Yang and Pyrrha stared at the girl for a second before the champion shook her head with a smile. "As weird as it sounds, I feel that way about him too. I do feel kind of restless without my nightly kiss though… I don't think I'll be able to sleep without him anymore."

The blonde shrugged. "Huh, Guess the urge to dress as a maid was just me. But the point is that Jaune is actually addicting. We'll have problems if we don't get our 'fix.' Not that I mind getting it, but I feel like it's going to make longer missions a pain."

Vell's voice came from the doorway with Cherri, Cream, and Laurelei following her. "There are workarounds that you'll find as you get closer to him. It never would have been a problem if someone hadn't drained all our reserves." The faunus flopped down next to Pyrrha with a glare at Nora. "Plus, if you get addicted to him, it's your own fault. It really is your soul craving him. There's nothing in his semblance or his aura that catches you, he's just that good that you don't want to live without him. The withdrawal effects are really only your soul rebelling against your mind's thought that you can't have him right then. It just makes the payoff all the sweeter."

Yang growled at the faunus. "Not a problem? Hestia said that you can lose half your aura if we go too long without him!"

Vell waved off the brawler's concern. "That's only if you refuse to go the Arc and get your fix. You're rejecting a part of your soul then. The same sort of thing happens in when you get dumped, part of your soul stays behind with the one you love. It only seems worse because the boost that comes from loving him is so great. The sort of withdrawal you'd get if you still want is much less. You'll feel weaker without his boost, and you'll definitely be distracted with your cravings, but that's the risk you take whenever you love anything."

Laurelei tossed a bottle of vanilla flavored water to the Kitsune. "Plus, it's not permanent. The deprivation makes your aura come back stronger for the strain. It's the same thing as that assignment in Beacon where they challenge you to go the whole semester without your favorite food."

Ruby's face suddenly filled the screen as the girl shook the scroll in fear. "What! They would've made me go without cookies for a whole semester! That's… Evil!"

Yang pulled her sister back away from the phone and patted her head. "Relax Ruby, they don't actually expect you give it up. It's all about secrecy and making sure that no one finds out you're cheating."

Ruby stares looked up at her sister. "Is that why you had all that chocolate in your sock drawer? I always thought it was just a reward for whoever puts your clothes away." The horrified look on Yang's face was delicious.

"Putting aside Yang's addiction to chocolate, you said you had some good news too?" Pyrrha did not want to be stuck in the middle of this conversation any longer, even if something inside of her tingled pleasantly at the thought of Jaune being addictive.

"Right, the good news. We found out where Jaune is going to be; the docks at midnight. Bring everyone. We'll take care of the White Fang and take care of our cravings."

The serious vibe was broken when some shouting from offscreen attracted Yang's attention a second before the scroll was snatched from her hands and turned to show a blonde monkey faunus in a metal collar. "You have to help me! There girls are crazy! Contact team SSSN from Haven academy,

let them know their leader is being held by criminals in Vale and to hurry up! The blonde said she was going to castrate me if I so much as breathed on her hair, the small red one has a sniper-scythe, and the faunus is going to use me to convince some Jaune guy to sleep with her!" the scroll dropped from his hands and they were treated to the sight of the boy being encased in a block of ice. The faunus got out one more instruction before the ice covered his mouth. "And tell Neptune not to flirt with the White girl, she's crazy!"

-White Fang-

Mustang flipped open his pocket watch and checked the time. "11:57, we made it." The sound of military boots caused the White Fangs members to hiss and hide in the shadows of the alley. "And here are our friends, right on time." A quick glance toward the new lump hiding under the Arc's cloak told him all he needed to know. "Phase one is a success. Now for phase two…" Mustang stepped out of the alley and subtly blocked the two Atlas soldiers with his body. "The search of this sector has turned up nothing. Head inland."

Ironwood's men gave him a nod and a salute before heading off. He watched them go for a minute before turning back around to examine their new ally. "… It's shorter than I thought…"

Their new guest seemed to be a small girl with ginger hair and no concept of personal space, as she continued to snuggle into the Arc's chest despite the boy's attempts to push her away. Feeling the eyes of the group fall on her, she raised one arm and gave a greeting that was muffled by Jaune's shirt.

The blonde finally managed to create an inch of distance and turn the girl around. "Now try that again, without your face in my chest."

"Salutations! I am Penny!" She still had one arm raised in what they assumed was supposed to be some kind of awkward greeting.

"A… Human girl? Who are you? You smell funny. Why are you here? Are they tracking us?" One of the White fang soldiers pulled out his sabre and moved to threaten the girl.

The girl seemed completely ignorant of the danger she was in. "Salutations! I am Penny!"

Jaune shuffled nervously as the girl was still pushing back against his hands to get closer to him. "You already said that. I think he was asking what you're doing here."

"I was trying to evade capture and ran into you! Now I want to stay near you because it makes my aura feel good!"

Another of the White Fang thugs stepped forward. "We can't have her following us, she could be a spy! I say we slit her throat and dump the body." Blake mentally approved of the man's plan. This was supposed to be HER date.

The first thug chimed in again. "I say we gut her and burn the body!" Blake frowned at that. No, that one would smell too much.

A Third thug put in his two cents. "Aye say we put 'er in concrete shoes and let 'er sleep with the fishies!" Blake's thought process was completely derailed by the mention of fish, along with a few other feline faunus.

Meanwhile, Mustang shook his head in silent exasperation. "They knew I wanted to use it to take down the White Fang from the inside, and they couldn't be bothered to give it any faunus traits?"

Jaune finally stepped up to settle everyone down. "We can't just kill her, and if she was running from Altesian soldiers she probably isn't on their side." Jaune pointedly ignored the conspicuous hiccup the girl gave. "I say we take her with us." Noting the looks on the other White Fangs' faces, he scrambled for an extra justification. "If worse comes to worst, we can use her as a hostage?"

At that the masked men backed off grumbling, but Blake made sure to stay close and assure the new girl that she was being watched.

-Rooftop of Docks Warehouse-

"Okay, you've had your fun. Now can you please let me go? Or at least give me one of those blankets? Or a cup of that hot chocolate? I'm not kidding, I'm seriously cold." In all of this, Sun had never yet had the thought to close his jacket.

"You should've thought about that before you started monkeying around. This is just your com-monkey-ance."

"That was really strained Yang."

"C'mon, Ruby, you should know by now that that was one of the better ones. Right, Weiss?"

"I have nothing to do with this. I'm just here so I can apologize to Jaune and give him the relief he needs so he realizes he doesn't need other girls."

"Aww, so you do care about him!"

"Stop it, you bimbo! You're ruining my hair!"

The chapion stared at the commotion he teammate were making. "Ummm, won't they hear us?"

Laurelei took a sip of hot chocolate. "Don't worry about it Pyrrha, the ocean should drown it out."

Vell rose up to prove her superiority. "Says the human. Faunus have enhanced senses, remember? I'm certain that they've been trained to-"

"Nah, Addles isn't big on the whole 'vigilance' thing. He's more about charging down a path until he hits a brick wall, then moping about it for the next year. He'd probably teach them to ignore stuff like this." Cream added another container of milk to her drink, officially making more white than brown.

"Not like they're going to see us either. Those masks really limit your peripherals. Can't believe I thought they were cool." Cherri twirled her old mask on her hand.

"So what's the plan then? 'cuz I thought the plan was for you to be the distraction and then we'd hit them from behind. We do have a plan, right Vel?"

"Whay are you looking at me? Plans are always Jaune's… well, shit."

"So we don't have a plan. Marvelous. And now- wait! Shit! Hide!"

"White Fang's here already?"

"No, worse. Torchwick. And he's got a friend with a ring that is far too familiar to be good."

"Why is he here? Addles would never work with a human like him."

"Just our luck; someone competent has to ruin the party. There goes my strategy of beating up all the guys and wagging my tail like a bitch in heat. How are we supposed to deal with Trochwick and the White Fang and get Jaune without attracting too much attention?"

"It's a burning question, but I think we can say that someone bigger is pulling the strings."

"Not the time Yang!"

"Seriously, can you let me go? I have to pee!"

-Docks-

Jaune stared at the criminal and his accomplice. Mustang and his immediate squad had broken off before arriving at the docks to maintain their cover, so there was no one to steal the credit. If he could capture them, then it would surely remind everyone what the Arcs truly were; Great warriors.

There were just two problems. One was Blake, whom he had to physically restrain from lashing out and attacking Torchwick, and Penny getting in his way constantly was not helping. Judging from grudging obedience that the other White Fangs grunts gave to the criminal, it would be two against an army if he let the cat have her way. The second factor was Torchwick's accomplice. He had long since learned that 'small and cute' came packaged with 'inordinately deadly' far too often. Furthermore, something about the ring on the girl's finger struck a cord with his memory. Either she snuck into Beacon and stole something without anyone noticing, or she somehow managed to steal one of the Arc rings. He wasn't sure which option was worse.

"Alright flea bags, your leader gave you to me to help get the dust you need for your revolution. Neo's already taken care of the guards, you just need to do the heavy lifting." The man sat down on a convenient crate and clapped his hands condescendingly. "Hop to it Fido, chop chop."

And that was about the time that everything began to fall apart. Blake managed to slip out of his grip and decided that the best thing to do would be to hold a master criminal at sword-point while turned around and trying to appeal to the better nature of a group of terrorists that was having none of it.

Unsurprisingly, Torchwick took exception to that treatment and repaid her rather rude greeting with a flare to her face.

That was enough of a cue for the rest of the White Fang to rush back and start a fight, but it was apparently also the cue for the girls hiding on one of the nearby rooves to abandon all pretense of restraint and stealth. Cherri led the charge against the White Fang mooks, lashing them with a whip made of her webbing and locking them with her semblance. Laurelei weighted down the group with her gravity semblance, then struck with quick precision strikes along with Ren. Hestia tore through with Nora at her side, both of them wielding hammers. Cassandra turned the unconscious faunus against their allies. Vell and Cream stayed on the roof and gave support with infinitely copied dust grenades. Navy gave air support with a bullhead that she had somehow outfitted with miniguns and a rocket launcher.

With the White Fang covered, the rest of team Javlineers, along with Penny after some prodding, joined together to fight the two-tone girl. That just left Jaune and Torchwick to have their showdown.

But first, there was something Jaune needed to know. "That ring your accomplice was wearing… are you married?"

Torchwick stumbled and almost choked on his spit. "What? No! She's my sister! Can't you see the family resemblance?"

The blonde looked back and forth between the two criminals. "Not really, no. Are you sure you weren't adopted?"

The flamboyant criminal looked mad for a second, before something clicked in his head and he started laughing. "Were you really going to go for the 'beating the red-headed step-child joke'?"

Jaune shrugged. "Hey, you fill all the boxes for someone abused in their childhood. Hardened Criminal? Check. Need to do great things and desiring recognition? Check. Fear or lack of respect for authority figures? Check. It seemed like the perfect set-up to go for that one-liner."

Roman was hunched over laughing. When he finally managed to right himself, he tipped his hat ever so slightly to the Arc. "I like you kid, Neo'd love having you for a toy. Shame at least one of us is going to end up beaten. Tell you what; when I win, I'll tell Neo to play nicely with you."

Jaune took a deep breath and braced himself for combat. "Fight then?"

Torchwick smirked and held his cane out in front of him like a sword. "Let's-" The Redhead suddenly lunged forward and fired of a flare at the knight. "FIGHT!"

Jaune blocked it with his shield then took a step back to avoid the man's follow-up cane strike. "You suck as an announcer. You're supposed to say fight before the combatants' first attack, not during."

Roman sent out a low kick. "Yeah, but I always believe in starting with a bang."

The blonde shifted his legs and caught the offending appendage. "That's what the shout is for!" he sent a stroke against his opponent's outstretched limb.

Roman pulled his leg back fast enough to avoid damage but got a cut on his shoe. "but just the shout is so cliché. It doesn't have any pizzaz! No sparkle!"

Jaune pushed the advantage with a shield bash. "It's classic! If you really wanted an explosion to start the match, then you should've fired one up in that air and started when it came down!"

The criminal caught the edge of the shield and pulled his opponent off stance. "but then I would've lost first move advantage and so much street cred. A guy like me can't be giving fair fights to every random faunus on the street. I'd never get anything done!"

The Arc transformed the stumble into a tackle. "I'm not actually a faunus, I'm Jaune Arc. The heir of the Arc family."

Torchwick was too stunned to react in time. Both fell to the ground with Jaune's sword digging into Roman's aura. "Now I'm almost sorry. Neo's been wondering why that flame bitch cared so much about that ring. If you're here the day after she stole it, then those legends really are true. I'd put you out of your misery early, but she'd never let me hear the end of it." Roman visibly shuddered. "So I guess I'll just have to surrender. Congratulations kid. You beat Roman Torchwick."

Jaune rolled back onto his feet and backed away. "You're trying to trick me. I won't fall for it."

The criminal sighed, still on the ground. "Well, there goes the easy way." In a flash he struck with the hook end of his cane and pulled the knight off his feet. "Now I have to actually fight."

The blonde twisted backwards to catch himself on his hands and was able to spring into a surprise kick that landed against his opponent's head. "C'mon, this is the season finale, your streak is coming to an end. What kind of closing would it be without a fight scene?"

Roman staggered and rubbed his jaw. "Good shot kid. You're better than your name would say."

Jaune glared at the man and sent out a lunging stab. "The Arcs are a line of great warriors!"

The older man slipped to the side of the thrust. "That's not what people remember them for."

The Arc turned his thrust into a jump that clipped the criminal with his knee. "What do you mean?"

Torchwick fired off a flare with only a second's worth of aiming. "You'll find out when you're older."

The blonde pressed into the explosion with his shield. "Tell me what you're trying to hide!"

The hook of the cane caught the boy's sword arm. "Ask Neo. She's the one that went and put a ring on it."

Jaune let the sword drop out of his hand, only to drive it into the man's knee with a kick. "Fine. But know this: Jaune Arc will bring honor to his family name as a hero!" Roman fell to the ground. The attack caught him by surprise and pierced the muscles around his kneecap. Jaune grabbed his sword and held it to the mastermind's throat. "So Yield."

The man just chuckled and gestured past the boy in front of him. "Congratulations, Hero pick your prize! You can either try to stop Neo from taking me out of here by force, fail, and get to go home with a pat on the back and the honor of having beaten Roman Torchwick. Or, you can decide to take your spoils of war and give Neo the ride of her life. You'll leave me in prison but you'll just be some philandering playboy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. You can either catch the criminal and lose the fame, or get the fame and lose the criminal. I'd suggest taking the fame, personally. Neo's into some kinky shit."

Jaune glanced behind him and saw the six girls of Javlineers unconscious on the ground, with only Penny left to still fight the short criminal. Neo noticed his glance and responded with a wink a single moment before Penny's blade passed through her. As the illusion shattered like glass, Neo was already past the strange girl and racing for Torchwick.

There was only a single second for Jaune to make his decision. "At least this will actually do some good, for once." His path chosen, he dropped his weapons, stepped into her path, and struck his best playboy pose. "Hey there, Sweet Thing. Why don't you ditch the chaperone and come play on the Arc?" Immediately after the words left his mouth, Jaune suddenly realized the toll that the fight had taken on his clothes.

Neo stopped dead and stared in disbelief at his… Bravery? Stupidity? Stupid pick-up line? Lack of clothing anywhere lower than his chest plate? Probably a combination of that last one and the revelation that he was an Arc.

Either way, it only took half a second for the girl to look him over and make her decision. With a wink to her brother and a smile that made Jaune reconsider all of his life's choices, the two were gone.

Roman just smirked. "Poor Kid. Now you're stuck with her. And now, no matter which way things go, I win. This time off is going to totally make up for having to throw that match."

Meanwhile, Sun finally managed to free himself just in time for Mustang and the military to arrive. "Thank Oum! Officer, you have to help me! There were these crazy girls and-"

Handcuffs clicked around the faunus's wrists. "You're under arrest for being a member of a terrorist organization, evading arrest, and stowing away on a vessel."

Sun looked between the handcuffs and the colonel before falling to his knees. "OUM! WHY MUST YOU TORTURE ME SO!"

Mustang gave a little grumble. "It's always the blondes…"

-Chapter 11 Done!-

-Season 1 Done!-

Poor Sun, The next on the chopping block of eternal misfortune now that June's becoming immune to my tricks. Why do I have so much fun torturing blondes? Must be a fandom thing.

As for the story, following the tradition of great shows like "Dragon Ball (Z)" and "Naruto (Shippuden)" and "Full Metal Alchemist (Brotherhood)" [kidding on that last one, I know they're different], I have decided to split it into a different story from here on. The motivation is to change the rating to M, since Jaune will give in to the harem more, and I'm pushing the T rating as it is. So look forward to "Issues of Honor 2: Electric Boogaloo; now with 25% less confusion!"