Better than Ever (RWBY) Chapter 2

Better Than Ever

Demon Dice – WannaBe

All these whiny dissin’ pricks been tryna kick the record straight

Pennin’ rhymes without a thought about the planet and its state

Caught up wasting precious time undermining the competition… wait.

…I need two syllables, fuck it I’ll use “fuckin'” again!

These lyrical gaps easily fillable,

Unkillable バカバカしい philosophy, a real smooth talker

Lookin’ fake-ass “MC Slim-Shaka-Laka”

…Hokay.

“Guys, we can go for Ramen any time, we should be planning.” Jaune protested, pinching the bridge of his nose. In front of him two lovely teammates pulled him forward, Amber the Wolf faunus grabbing onto his pinky towards wherever they were leading him.

“We have a surprise, just be patient.” Amber promised.

The other of these two, the pink haired pop-star lookalike Harpy had suggested they go get some food, a break. Their third teammate, a beautiful giantess of a woman named Pale, offered to stay behind and clean up last evenings, that night, and this morning’s messes.

Amber was a beautiful curvy dog-girl, she would be so unassuming in the baggy sweatshirt that barely hid the skin hugging spat shorts she sported. Her long black and gray hair was a tangled mess that was thick enough that the only brushes they could use had to be made from steel. Her eyes a tempered gold, so stark in its contrast with the many dark shades that made up her figure that they almost looked to glow in the dark.

Though her bright smile always made any room a little less grim. Under that Baggy sweatshirt Amber didn’t really wear much, she’d have a simple white t-shirt on but the nearly feral girl often detested wearing clothes if she had to, so chose to either wear as little as possible or so much it felt more like fur or a blanket. Besides that she didn’t wear much jewelry, earrings that were a gift from Jaune, just simple gold beads. And a hair pin of the atlas academy betraying her allegiance.

Harpy was a different story, She was bright colours, neon lights and bad attitude. Her short hair a dyed bright pink, cut down to a shoulder length bob with curt bangs. Blue green and red eyeliner with heavy shadows of black. With enough glitter on her lids and cheeks alone sparkle and twinkle like the night sky. Besides that she wore bright neon green lipstick with a black line down the center of her lower lip and green little dots of makeup, something jaune couldn’t place, under her right eye, which he had to admit brought the weird ensemble on her face together. Her shirt was some band T, cut to be a crop-top that showed off thin stomach and sunkissed skin, the shirt tented by her handfuls of wobbly tits barely held up by the pushup bra she knows is a cup size too small but she says the spillage makes them look bigger.

Besides that her shorts are cut offs too, jeans, pockets still hanging down, Though jaune did insist on the ones that cover up that heavy swaying ass of hers. Both of the women having to be informed that they might be able to dress how they want in the solitary halls of Atlas, but here in beacon walking around with their asses hanging out would get them in a lot of trouble.

It was impossible not to notice how nice their hips swaying was, Pale was gorgeous and probably had more to her curves than Amber or Harp, but the sheer size of Ambers compared to her muscular body was amazing, matched with a perfect shape and bounce. While Harpy had a nice perky round fat ass that was a perfect heart shaped tear drop, bouncing with just the right amount of elasticity at each of her steps, that you could tell just how firm her perfect fatty cheeks are.

Jaune was probably the most comfortably dressed of them, wearing a plain white t-shirt with the atlas symbol in blue printed over the shoulder and back. Besides that simple jeans with a Bunny logo on the back pocket. Which wasn’t the only bunny he had on his person, ditching the hoodie a long time ago, he instead got the logo tattooed on his bicep. Surprisingly it was at Harpy’s insistence, the normally aggressive and mean girl having instantly fallen in love with Jaune’s sisters after meeting them once and getting all starry eyed at the idea of a big family. Since the hoodie was a brand all of the girls really liked, she insisted that it would be better as a tattoo than wearing that ‘Lame hoodie’ as she put it.

Besides that the only other noticeable feature of the three would be the three rings Jaune wears on his left hand, and the two very distinct ‘chokers’ his teammates wore. Reason being it was very obvious that they were collars and neither girl wanted to hide that fact. Jaune’s rings a golden one, an obsidian purple one and a stark white one, all simple little carved stones. Meanwhile the collars were a little more distinct. Amber wore just a regular spiked dog collar, her name printed on the dog paw print tag at the front. Harpy wore a pink leather weave that looked like a mix between a spider web and the binding of a corset.

The three of them catching eyes as they walked through the halls of Beacon. Jaune’s team was getting a name for themselves as the fan favorite to win the vytal festival, not only that but this was becoming something of a political spectacle.

Something of a power struggle had formed between Ozpin and Ironwood as well as Beacon and Atlas Military, Jaune being seen as a divisive piece in this struggle. Someone tossed aside by Ozpin and picked up by Ironwood, his worth and place in this tournament an indicator of the men who had made up their minds about him.

Jaune felt weird about the eyes, unused to so much public attention. Still he didn’t care much for the grander ideas of men with motives greater than him. He promised a win to his girls and wouldn’t disappoint them.

But that was thoughts for other days, instead they had ramen to eat apparently. Seeing the red flaps of it’s stall like building come into view.

Memories flooding back of different times, Pyrrha, Nora and Ren took him here the first day they became a team, he remembered it so vividly. Feeling the imposter syndrome cling to his bones, like he was separate than the people around him. Ruby, Yang, Weiss and Blake had all tagged along, for them it was a gathering of good times and friends, however for Jaune it felt like he was surrounded by the failures of his own morals. There was a bitter swell in his gut, only a small spike of jealousy. It faded.

“Jaune?” It was Amber, of course she’d pick up on his feelings, with her hand on his everything about him was laid bare.

“I had bad memories here.” He shrugged. “Lots of places here have ghosts haunting them.” Deciding being honest was better than avoiding the question.

His mind filtered back to the moment he stepped out for air, having Pyrrha follow after him, the way she looked him over with curious eyes, they hadn’t talked but they stood next to each other, shoulders touching looking at the stars. It was the only time Jaune had felt like he belonged.

As long as Pyrrha was beside him, he had a place.

“Let’s make some better memories.” Harpy urged, tugging on his sleeve and pulling him into the small noodle shop.

“JAUNE!!” An unmistakable shrill voice brought him back to the first night here. Seeing this old team waving at him in his mind’s eye, like he was back in that shop, still a fearful little cheat. It wasn’t reality though, sitting at the usual place wasn’t his old team and team rwby but rather only members of it. Nora and Ren.

Nora looks exactly like she did every other given day, short pulled back orange hair, chipper smile, the only thing about her was that she was wearing a fairly plain white hoodie with the zipper down the front pulled most of the way down to reveal the pink t-shirt under. Jaune could see her fake denim jeans stretching around her thick thighs and wide plush ass that was squished down against the stool she was sitting on.

Lia Ren looked just as adorable as the day Jaune last saw her, her sleek features and long black hair making her look almost princessly, if it wasn’t for the angular line of her jaw making her look almost boyish she would be a delicate flower so unbecoming the huntress she was training to be. Her lithe frame was accented by the wide hips and perfect bubble butt she often hid under layers of cloth and robe. And a little known fact is that her nearly flat chest is actually a facsimile. Actually a quite large bust rivaling her partner, Ren bound it down to make herself look almost flat.

“Jaune, Amber, Harpy! It’s so good to see you guys again!” Nora’s chipper voice pierces the fog of melancholy around seeing them here again. Jaune didn’t really feel one way or the other about his old team, but some places were tainted by their memory. He felt good seeing them happy, it made being here easier.

“Nora! It’s so good to see you!!!” Amber called out and rushed to hug her new friend. Jaune wasn’t sure when the two met, he thought he had introduced them yesterday. Blinking he kept his face neutral, had they met prior? No Amber was just affectionate, he tried to tell himself but there was an edge of something else, some plan, it reeked of Harpy.

The girl in question looking away and covering her lips with the tips of her fingers as though jaune was reading her very mind through her eyes.

“It’s good to see you all again, we didn’t get to properly talk yesterday.” Ren agreed, her voice a sweet melody, she could have been a singer, jaune had heard her only a couple times, when she thought no one was listening.

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“Amber look at you! You look so pretty!” Nora roared and lifted the not easy to lift (Jaune could attest) muscley wolf girl off the ground like it was nothing.

“So loud.” Ren mused.

“I know right? They were made for each other.” Harpy groaned, the two sharing a quick smile.

Jaune’s heart instantly at ease with how friendly they all seemed to be getting along. Though still having half a foot on the edge, waiting for Harpy’s no doubt devious little scheme to spring like a mousetrap.

As it turns out, Harpy had invited Ren and Nora to have dinner with them, ramen at a place she ‘saw on her way in’ Like jaune hadn’t told her the story of his first day here. Like she didn’t know exactly the weird ghosts that haunted this place. Still the conversation seemed light hearted and fun, Nora asked about Harpy but didn’t get too much, Harpy didn’t have a lot to tell, even though Nora was convinced the pink haired girl had more story to tell.

Meanwhile amber did the exact same thing but to Ren who equally insisted “Really I just came from a small village, I’m just not that interesting.”

“Nonsense! You’re just being modest, Ren and I were from a village that got attacked by Grimm, Ren was so cool and helped me escape.” She leaned over and covered her mouth the back of her hand regardless of the fact she didn’t lower her voice at all, “Between you and me I coulda’ taken it.”

“Of course you could, Nora.” Ren rolled her eyes, taking in a mouthful of pork and noodles.

“I gotta say if there’s anyone I believe killed a big bad grimm it would be you two, to be fair.” Jaune smiled and raised his glass, the sloshing yellow beer evident.

“See Jaune thinks I can take it!” Nora boasted, putting a hand to the flat of her chest, a mess on her lower lip that she probably didn’t even realize was there. “I’m pretty OP Ren, if you hadn’t heard.”

“Pfft, we’ll see about that when it’s you and me in the ring, baby cakes.” Amber scoffed.

Nora put on her best randy savage deep gruff wrestler voice “Monday! Monday! Monday! Watch my hammer knock the light out of this little lost puppy! This is my kitchen and it looks like I’m serving up poodles tonight!”

“Who are you calling a Poodle!?” Amber feigned offence to the comment, smirking like an idiot. “I hope your smack is better than it’s talk, else I might just fall asleep.” She stuck her tongue out “Besides you know you could never hit me with that big clunky hammer.”

“CLUNKY?!” Nora roared.

“Oh boy.” Ren sighed. Watching as Nora went off on a tirad about how her hammer was the best weapon a hunter or huntress could ever ask for. Ending with a line about it exploding when she swung it.

Amber looked on in awe. “That’s so cool! I never used a weapon, maybe I should get a hammer.” Looking over at Jaune. “Master, can I get one? Can I? Cani? Canicanicanicanicanicanicani?”

Jaune joined his rekindled friend in her sigh. Pinching the bridge of his nose. “You don’t like using weapons, we tried it, remember?”

Amber got a long, distant stare, everyone just watching as no doubt a very detailed flashback with oddly fitting piano music played, everything has a grainy filter over it, for some reason everyone is wearing a monocle. “Riiiight, I hope that instructor figured out where his fingers went.”

Everyone stopped and looked over at the wolf girl who just had a passive and thoughtful but evidently not remorseful look on her face. Jaune just took another mouthful of his drink, having lived the story and did not want to bring it up further.

“Harpy you should tell them about your staff!” Amber elbowed her friend.

“I shouldn’t. I’ll be fighting tomorrow just like you, dumbass.”

“Okay but consider, It’s really cool, and a lot cooler than that hammer.” Amber insisted.

“What’s so cool about a stick?” Nora grumbled.

That got Harpy’s attention “Stick?”

“Oh no.” Jaune mimicked Ren’s earlier sentiment.

“My segmented carbon-steel weave, 6 foot, retractable hook, blade and net, with compact weighted bolas, tracking darts, Bo-Staff, is not a stick.