Professor Arc

Chapter 8

Sorry for the delays on this chapter, I was in the hospital for a bit, and then work became complicated afterwards. I've just finished writing 144 pages for our June issue of one magazine (in three days no less) which has my completed tired out. So keeping on track with the fanfiction had to fall aside. Thankfully, although sadly for our profits, June is our biggest month, so I won't have delays like this often.

Though annoyingly a staff member agreed that I would do some speeches at a big show in September, so I'll be holding eight sodding seminars, over four days, to over 2,000 people in each show. On a topic I know NOTHING of. Great. Luckily, I'm pretty much a professional bullshit artist, so that won't be too hard. I have to write articles on things I have no experience in, so this'll be no different but for the audience.

As for this chapter. I was a little meh on it, honestly it's hard to top what happened last chapter with Blake and Yang. Really hard to top that level of cliff-hanger goodness. I hope I have managed it in some way.

P.s. I've decided to add Omake's at the bottom of each chapter, these will be outside of cannon for this fic, but feel free to suggest any ideas. I can't promise to use them all, but I'll cherry pick good ones and write short omake's for them. Read on after the final comments to find it.

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Chapter 8 – Lifestyle choices

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Jaune's wide blue eyes roved over the room, idly noticing the mess that now covered the floor, as well as the still dishevelled state of his bed, before finally coming to rest on one of the two intruders in his room. The black-haired girl looked a mixture between terrified and horrified, mortification mixing with fear to create an expression that was difficult to not laugh at. Her blonde partner-in-crime only looked nervous in comparison, though that expression deviated a little as her lilac eyes began inspecting the lacy underwear once more.

Fucking Neo. He cursed once more in his mind, taking a brief moment to glance at the open drawer, in which he could easily see more sets of female underwear mixed with his own. The ice-cream taking over his freezer had been annoying, but he'd assumed it was a one off thing. Her making sure her addiction could be sated after training.

Her clothes taking over his drawers painted a much darker picture.

"I know I said it once." The blonde girl began, speaking slowly into the silence. "But I thought I should maybe make my point clear, this totally isn't what it looks like."

Oh yeah, people, his rooms. He'd nearly forgotten.

"I don't even know what it's supposed to look like." Jaune sighed out, not sure what he was meant to do in this kind of situation. Somewhat unsurprisingly, Glynda's notes on how to deal with students hadn't really covered young women breaking into your room and playing with your boxers. "Other than you breaking into my room for some nefarious purpose."

"Well there you go." Yang jumped on a chance. "That's where it's not what it looks like. Our purpose is anything but nefarious." She nodded her head along with her words, as though to somehow make them more acceptable. In return Jaune just felt a headache coming on.

He could give a detention, he supposed? But then he would need to bring them to Glynda and explain what had happened to cause that. The problem was, he didn't really want to explain to Glynda that he had a bunch of young women in his bedroom... the sheer embarrassment aside, it would also drag his night on by a couple of hours – and after his earlier training and a full day of work, that was the last thing he needed.