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Imdisturbed[fanfiction]:
This will be my rebound story after reading Not this time, Fate.
Avip:
That's high praise!
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[Point of View: Pyrrha Nikos]
I maintain a firm grip on the cold metal bar, my muscles trembling as I force out the last few reps of back squat.
"Whew!" Yang whistles, impressed. "That's some serious strength, Pyrrha."
I smile, panting as I rack the weights. My muscles ache, but it's a good ache, a sign of progress. I reach for my towel, but before my fingers can even graze the fabric, a small, enthusiastic hand snatches it up and hands it to me.
"Here you go, Pyrrha!" Ruby chirps, holding out the towel with a wide grin.
"Thanks," I say, taking the towel and wiping the sweat from my brow. I straighten up, suddenly aware of Blake and Weiss approaching. A tight circle forms around me.
I catch a water bottle thrown at me before it hits my chest. Blake smirks, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder.
"Hydration is important," she says, her voice cool.
"Uh, thanks," I mutter, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. I swallow the cold liquid, feeling the tension in the air. Something's up, and I'm not sure I like it.
Weiss steps forward, her heels clicking on the gym floor. She looks me up and down, her expression calculating.
"Now that you're all hydrated," she says, a sly smile playing on her lips, "how about a meeting, just us girls?"
"Sure," I answer, feeling a little insecure. "Can I take a shower first?"
"Relax, girl." Yang chuckles, running a hand through her hair. "It's just a friendly chat between... sister brides." She grins, winking at me.
I blink, taken aback.
"Sister brides?" I repeat, confusion furrowing my brow.
Weiss grumbles, crossing her arms.
"I still don't care for that name," she mutters, her nose wrinkling in distaste.
"We like it," Ruby and Blake say in unison, grinning at each other.
"Oh Ruby," Yang laments dramatically, shaking her head. "I failed as a sister, I let you be corrupted by Blake's smut."
"Please, Yang." Blake rolls her eyes, but there's a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "You know I consume only art."
"Most of it's pretty bad," Ruby admits, scratching her cheek. "But Blake's got some good stuff buried under all the... *ahem*, that huge stack of filth."
Blake opens her mouth, probably to defend her tastes, but Weiss cuts her off.
"We're losing focus," Weiss snaps, her voice sharp. "We need to talk about Pyrrha and her selfishness."
I blink, taken aback.
"Selfishness?" I repeat, confusion furrowing my brow once again.
"Not here," Yang mutters. "Let's talk somewhere else."
I nod, following them down the hall as I wonder in silence what they could possibly mean by 'selfishness'.
[Point of View: Hazel Rainart]
I stride down the dimly lit tunnels. Above me, the distant rumble of trains being loaded with Dust explosives reverberates through the underground. My eyes constantly scanning the shadows where Faunus-Grimm hybrids lurk, their forms twisted and malformed.
A small, scaly figure darts in front of me, a lizard hybrid of sorts, its eyes gleaming with an unnatural hunger.
"Hazel," it hisses, "Your presence is requested at the dragon's nest."
"By whom?" I demand, my voice echoing.
"Our Queen Goddess," it replies, bowing slightly before scampering off.
I nod, turning to follow. Every single Grimm hybrid has become a fanatic, just like Tyrian. Their devotion to Salem, their zealotry, is as unsettling as it is dangerous.
The tunnel widens into a cavernous chamber, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and decay. In the center is something that wasn't there before: a massive pool of black, viscous liquid bubbles and churns. The Grimm that once slumbered here is gone.
"Where is the Wyvern?" I ask aloud, my voice echoing through the chamber.
A maniacal cackle echoes in response. Tyrian, in his grotesque hybrid-form, drops from the ceiling, landing in a mocking bow before me.
"Hazel," he sneers, rising from his bow. "Always so worried about the little things. The Wyvern is... evolving." He gestures to the pool, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "This is our Goddess's next project: to elevate filthy mortals to something better, something more."
I sigh, feeling tired, but I choose not to argue.
"Why was I called here?" I ask.
Tyrian's grin widens, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light.
"Our Goddess is... focused on her project," he says, pointing to the black pool. "She's molding her next weapon, something to destroy Vale and eliminate Ozma's strongest pawn."
"The one that invaded the castle?" I remember, frustrated.
"Rassss," Tyrian hisses in rage, but he nods. "A large-scale attack will certainly draw out that worm playing hero. We shall feast on his flesh!"
"And she wants me to oversee the operations until she's back?" I glance at the pool, trying to change the topic before he gets more unhinged.
"Yes," Tyrian nods, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism. "You'll make sure everything runs smoothly. Isn't that what you do best, Hazel? The greatest bean counter in our Goddess's army."
"Why not you or Cinder?" I frown, turning to face him fully.
"Me?" Tyrian laughs, a sound that echoes eerily through the chamber. "I'm an instrument of destruction, not a babysitter, and I don't bother with politics. As for Cinder..." He pauses, his expression turning into a sneer. "Cinder has failed too many times to be trusted with such a task."
"Fine, I'll do my part." I nod slowly, understanding my role in this twisted game.
[Point of View: Pyrrha Nikos]
Our 'apparently' friendly chat takes place in an empty arena room, much like the one Professor Goodwitch uses.
"How did you get the keys to this room?" I ask curiously.
"Perks of being part of Professor Ozpin's inner circle," Yang says, twirling the key around her finger before pocketing it. "We can use some of Beacon's facilities without needing a teacher's permission."
While Yang talks, Ruby swiftly assembles a round table with five seats. Blake and Weiss busy themselves placing papers and pens in front of each chair.
I stand there, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold.
'This setup looks way too formal for a casual chat,' I think silently. 'What exactly are they up to?'
"Take a seat, Pyrrha," Yang says, pointing to the table they just set up.
As soon as we're all seated, Weiss draws her gavel, the same one she used at the restaurant with Jaune. She smacks it on the table, the sharp crack echoing through the empty arena.
BAM! BAM!
"I call to order the first meeting of the Bridal Sisterhood."
Chuckling, Yang raises a hand.
"I vote we call ourselves the J.A.B."
"Denied." Weiss smacks the gavel again.
BAM!
"What does J.A.B. stand for?" Ruby tilts her head, curiosity sparkling in her silver eyes.
"Jaune Arc Brides," Yang says, grinning.
"Not your best work," Blake adds, shaking her head.
BAM!
"Ladies, focus," Weiss says, finally resting her gavel. "We're here today to discuss Pyrrha's selfish behavior."
I blink, completely taken aback.
"Sorry," I apologize in advance. "Can you elaborate on that?"
Yang leans forward, her eyes dead serious.
"Pyrrha, are we friends?" she asks coldly.
"Yes, of course," I reply, my brow furrowed with confusion.
"And we're all on equal ground in Jaune's harem, right?" Blake asks, her voice steady and her gaze unwavering.
That's when realization dawns. I know exactly what they want to talk about. I swallow hard, avoiding the piercing gazes of the other girls.
"Y-Yes, we're e-equal," I manage to say, though my voice lacks conviction.
Ruby's voice softens, her eyes gentle as she tries to smooth the tension.
"Pyrrha, we're not trying to be mean," she says, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. "It's just... well, you have to understand that we're a little jealous."
I keep my head lowered, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"I... I d-don't know what you mean," I mumble, my voice barely a whisper.
"Really?" Yang questions, her voice raised. "Miss 'I sleep cuddling with our hubby, and don't tell anyone about it'."
"I don't know what you are talking about, my sister brides," I laugh off awkwardly, trying to downplay my privilege.
My laugh dies in my throat, choked off by Blake's deadpan stare.
"Don't bullshit us, Pyrrha." Her golden eyes lock onto mine, unblinking. "We all know you've been hogging him."
The words hit like a punch to the gut. I wilt under the weight of their combined gazes.
"S-sorry," my voice cracks. "I've been egoistic, and I should've shared."
Weiss exhales sharply through her nose, lifting her gavel again.
BAM.
"Apology accepted. What's done is done." She adjusts her glasses, all business. "But we are establishing a rotation. Equal turns, of course."
My stomach twists as I already dread the lonely nights and cold sheets ahead.
"Understood," I swallow hard.
Weiss straightens, flipping a page in her notebook as she raises her gavel.
"Next order of business," Weiss says, banging her gavel once again.
BAM.
"Wait," Yang blinks, confused. "There's more?"
"Did we miss a memo?" Ruby tilts her head.
"I certainly did." Blake's ears twitch curiously.
BAM.
"We're being sent to Mountain Glenn in a few days." Weiss's voice drops, serious now. "A high-risk mission that could be fatal."
"So?" Yang says shrugging.
Weiss ignores her, her eyes scanning the room.
"Given the circumstances, I propose we each have a proper date night with Jaune before we leave. No distractions, no interruptions, just some quality time with… our paramour."
"A-a date?" Ruby's cheeks flush. "Like, a real, serious one?"
"Oh, this'll be fun," Blake smirks.
"Dibs," Yang grins, rubbing her hands together.
"He is a person and our husband, Yang," Weiss retorts angrily. "Can we please settle this with maturity?"
...
"Still dibs," Yang states, crossing her arms.
"No way, I should be first!" Ruby jumps up, her chair screeching backward.
"You were literally just born yesterday!" Weiss snaps, slamming her palms on the table. "I'm the one banking-."
"Oh, please, Weiss," Blake cuts the heiress, "like your money can buy you priority-."
"That's enough!" I shout rising,
Aura flares as I activate my Semblance. The table lurches upward, hovering a foot off the ground. Four pairs of eyes snap to me, all wide and stunned.
"Pyrrha?!" Yang yelps as the table tilts.
I simply slam it down.
BOOM!
The impact rattles the arena, sending dust puffing from the floor. Silence.
My voice drops, frost creeping into every syllable.
"I think it's more than fair that I am the one to go first."
A beat of silence follows. Ruby's breath hitches, Yang's smirk falters, Blake's ears flatten against her head, and Weiss's gavel falls to the ground.
"Because unlike the rest of you," I lean forward, my shadow swallowing the table, "I am the one who has to give up something so you can all have your turns."
They all stare at me in silence for a few seconds, until Blake talks.
"I think it's fine," Blake exhales, breaking first. "That's... that's reasonable."
Ruby nods quickly, her usual energy snuffed out like a candle.
"I rescind my dibs," Yang says, avoiding my gaze.
"Agreed," Weiss adds, her voice carefully neutral. "Pyrrha should be first."
"Good," I say, smiling joyfully.
[Point of View: Jaune Arc]
You know what's weird?
When they officially sanctioned the Harem, like, literally made it law abiding with documents and everything. I thought I'd have no free time, you know?
Five girlfriends/fiancées isn't a small thing. I figured they'd beat me with a stick if I wanted some alone time.
But no, the five of them are in a harem meeting without me, the harem husband.
…
Is "harem husband" even the right term? Maybe it's a Caliph? I'm the central figure of the harem, does that make me a Harem Master? [Avip: wink wink, nudge nudge]
It doesn't matter. What matters is that instead of being with some of my amazing girlfriends or Blake, I'm stuck in a dingy, poorly lit, badly ventilated room chatting with Roman Torchwick.
"Do you have to smoke in here?" I ask, trying fruitlessly to fan the cigar smell away.
An anger vein pops on Roman's forehead as he puts out his cigar.
"I'm so sorry, my gracious Lord Arc," Roman begins in a mocking tone. "This foolish rumble servant was just deluded enough to believe he could relax in the only place he can smoke in this school. Please forgive this pitiful mongrel."
"Okay, I forgive you." I reply drily. "Just don't let it happen again."
The thief flat-out stares at me, annoyed by me taking his sarcasm literally.
"So, besides whining my ear off, what else do you want?" I ask, already annoyed.
He opens his arms dramatically, his eyes wide in frustration.
"Can I please have some better accommodations," Roman demands through clenched teeth.
I give him a sadistic grin and state the obvious.
"And why would I do that?" I ask, holding back a chuckle.
Roman's mouth drops open.
"I snitched for you!" He exclaims, outraged.
"To save your own ass," I add. "I may be a dick to you, but it's better than dealing with Cinder on a good day."
"Hmph. Now that's a low bar."
"Still true," I say, shrugging. "Speaking of low bars, where's your midget assassin?"
"Do you really need to ask?" he questions, crossing his arms.
I do, but thanks to Church and my implants, I know where she's skulking.
I rise to my feet, and with a quick strike to the left, I shatter Neo's illusion.
Neo's pink-and-brown eyes widen. Her fingers twitch while gripping her umbrella, like she's debating whether to stab or just vanish again.
"Too late," I mutter, reaching for her.
My grip locks around her throat. Not hard enough to crush or choke, but tight enough to make her feel it. Her breath hitches a little, as a flicker of something crosses her face before she masks it with that usual, infuriating smirk.
I tighten my grip just a fraction, feeling Neo's pulse quicken under my fingers. Roman, now serious, steps forward.
"You shouldn't do that," he says, his voice neutral, all the mocking humor from earlier vanished.
I deepen my voice, letting a hint of a growl creep in.
"I won't hurt her if she behaves."
Roman sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"I know you won't kill or gravely injure her, Arc. The problem is…" He pauses, looking uncomfortably at Neo, who's still holding her defiant smirk, despite being choked. "You've choked her too many times."
That catches me off guard. I raise an eyebrow, looking between Roman and Neo.
"Did I damage her throat?" I ask, genuinely curious. "I'm hard on her to try to make her stop misbehaving."
Roman's face flushes, and he looks away, mortified.
"You're having the opposite effect, you dumbass," he mutters. "Now she... is kind of into it."
I snap my gaze back to Neo. The tiny sociopath's smirk widens as she bites her under lip while winking at me playfully. I let go of her throat, and she stumbles back, rubbing her neck, grinning and shivering.
"Oh man," I whine, feeling worried.
Roman just shrugs, still not looking at me.
"She's always been a bit odd," he says, pointing at her. "Now she's just nasty."
I watch Neo just staring at her scroll. She's pointing the camera at her neck as she traces the faint red marks on her throat, her fingers grazing the skin gently.
I step closer to her, digging into my pocket, and pulling out a Senzu Bean.
"Here," I say, extending it towards her.
Neo looks up from her scroll, her heterochromatic eyes meeting mine. She reaches out, takes the bean from my hand, and examines it curiously.
"It'll heal the mark," I explain, nodding towards her neck. "I didn't mean to... well, you know."
Neo raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. She holds the bean up between two fingers, then deliberately places it back in my hand, shaking her head.
"You don't want it?" I ask, confused.
She shrugs, her smirk widening, and gestures to her neck. She pats it gently, then licks her lips, as if to say, 'I like it.'
My jaw drops in shock, but I quickly shake it off.
"You know what you dwarf creep, I'm not asking." I insist, offering the Senzu Bean again.
Neo rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, turning her head in defiance. Roman chuckles, leaning back in his chair.
"You can't make Neo eat her greens, Arc," he says, amused. "I gave up on that a long time ago."
I grunt, impatient.
"I don't have time for this."
With my left hand, I snatch Neo's face, holding her in place, firm but not rough. Her eyes widened, more surprised than scared. With my right, I shove the Senzu Bean into her mouth, leaning in close.
"Swallow," I order, voice low and cold.
Neo squirms, trying to spit the bean out, but I hold my thumb on her mouth. Her eyes water a little, but she swallows hard, the bean going down.
"Good girl," I whisper huskily.
Once again, her eyes go wide, her body shakes, making me worry once again.
"Are you well?" I ask.
Still with my thumb over her mouth, Neo smirks before taking my thumb into her mouth.
I stumble back, dropping Neo, who lands lightly on her feet, that freaky smirk still plastered on her face. She licks her lips, slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine.
"You're sick," I mutter, shaking my head.
Neo tilts her head, her heterochromatic eyes gleaming with amusement. She mouths something, a sweet rasp in her tone even without sound.
"I loved the entrée..." she gestures, licking her lips again. "But I want my daddy's meaty main dish, now."
Both Roman and I freeze, paralyzed in shock.
Neo leans her head to the side, confused.
"What?" she asks, staring at me and Roman.
…
"YOU CAN TALK?!" Roman and I shout.
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