PROLOGUE

Defining my relationship with Jaune, would be like defining the relationship between a large ocean and a large forest fire.

Neither subduing the other and both of them forced to co-exist and survive despite each others presence.

Jaune was the textbook definition of a dick if there ever was a textbook definition of the word 'dick'. He was sexist, racist, homophobic, hateful, brutish… loving, caring, sweet, fair and he wasn't bad in the sack.

What I'm trying to say is… I never planed to fall in love with him in the first place.

ONE YEAR AGO

His stare was sharp, piercing and quite honestly disconcerting to her, and in that moment she knew that there would both clash repeatedly over a myriad of matters.

His cerulean blue orbs shifted focus to her… well, escort would be the most accurate term to describe her companion.

From the corner olf her eye, she took note of how brittle her 'escorts' smile had become and she mentally grimaced at the sheer ridiculousness – and utter willingness on her part to continue with it – of the situation.

The silence was broken.

"She looks like a hooker"

And suddenly she wished the silence had continued.

Lilac eyes shifted to blood red and a menacing snarl made it way onto her previously uncomfortable visage.

"The fuck did you just call me!?" she hissed at him as her golden bracelets shifted to golden gauntlets and her golden mane lit ablaze in response to her rather… explosive temper.

His eyes shifted to the damaged wood work on the floor before quickly shifting right back at her with enough intensity to actually make her recoil a bit.

"Could you , I don't know, not try to break my house or something? I've shot people for pulling lesser shit than that"

She paused momentarily, as she digested his words. Very few people had kept managed to keep a straight face whenever her semblance kicked in… and she had never heard someone speak in a tone so dry that she could practically feel her mouth go dry, not even Blake.

"Jaune dear, could you please drop the sass, your attitude won't change anything and the sooner you realize it the better for you" the third individual finally piped in.

'Jaune' shot her one more look before turning his attention back to the third party, "Ma' I don't really think this is necessary I…"

"That's enough Jaune!" the elderly woman snapped having reached the limits of her patience, "I have had enough of you blatant disregard for tradition and utter display of irresponsibility!" her voice dropped from an annoyed tone to a clipped one as she regained her composure.

"As of this moment, you are married and I would suggest that you spend some time to know your spouse better and not waste valuable time sulking about it like a brat"

"… okay Ma" Jaune replied after what seemed to be a moment of hesitation.

The smile returned to the woman's face at his response, "Much better dear. Now I might as well leave you two to your own devices, I have a bullhead to catch after all"

And with that she was out the door too fast for her eye to pick up.

Jaune's hard stare lessened by a degree but did nothing to lessen the awkward atmosphere in the air, until finally (after a few more minutes of tense silence) he decided to break the silence, "Can I at least get your name?"

She narrowed her eyes at him before relenting, "Yang. Yang Xiao Long" her answer came dryly but she internally cringed at the accidental – well more of a subconscious – reference"

Thankfully, the reference seemed to fly over his head, "Jaune Arc, you hungry?"

Her growling stomach answered the question for her.

He rolled his eyes, "Make yourself comfortable, I'm going hunting"

He went into a different room and came out five minutes later with a shotgun in his right hand, a hunting knife strapped to his right thigh, an axe on his hip and a can of beer in his left hand.

"Lock the door behind me and keep it so until I get back" he stated flatly before heading towards the door, as his left pinky and ring finger reached for the door handle he paused for a bit as if remembering something.

He turned to face her, "if you see a female redhead knocking, keep quiet until she leaves"

And he was gone.

Yang sighed.

"What a prick"