Chapter 6: This Is Bullshit, Man

I can easily hear Sun saying that title, can't you? Well, you should, because it's a paraphrased quote from this chapter. Yep, I'm just taking the easy way out when it comes to thinking of chapter titles for this block of writing. I can't really think of anything better that fits this chapter. Plus, it gives you good idea of what it's about, don't you think? Well, enough of my ramblings, we've got a story to continue! Let's go forth, and read with our eyes!

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The next day…

Sun and Neptune were sitting in Beacon Academy's cafeteria that morning. Today, they didn't have to report into the VCPD. It was a catch-up day, to allow the hunters-in-training to work on the classwork they had missed yesterday. But, it wasn't like the pair wanted to go back there today, anyway.

If anything, Neptune was feeling a little down in the dumps. Sun, however, was nearly flat-out depressed. The thing was, they handed over that weird girl over to police custody. But, at the end of the day, after they didn't bust any more people, they were told by Chief Irons that the girl's guardians had posted bail, and that she was let go from the department's lockup facility. So, more or less, they had accomplished nothing except looking like a bunch of assholes yesterday.

The silence between the two was making Neptune incredibly uncomfortable. Sun was a big talker, so to see him this quiet was a bit unsettling. He needed to do something before this awkward tension built to even worse levels.

But, as luck would have it (for him), that one black haired girl with the ribbon that Sun was friends with happened to walk by with her breakfast. What was her name again? Well, it should be Angel, because she had the face of one. Yet again, the last time they had met, her busty blonde friend had threatened to do… unsavory things to his manhood. But, it was a risk he was going to have to take.

"Hey, sweetheart!" Neptune called out to the black haired girl. She looked over at Neptune, and immediately grew a nasty scowl.

"What do you want, prick?" she coolly replied back.

Neptune raised his hands in defense. "Whoa, whoa, I'm not trying to, eh, do anything. I just want you to talk to Sun here," he said, nodding his head at Sun. His partner was keeping his head low, picking at his bowl of corn flakes without showing any interest in eating.

The black haired girl's face briefly flashed concern, but then hardened again. "I'm not doing this for you," she said to Neptune as she sat across from Sun.

"Hey Sun, what's wrong?" she then asked, a measure of worry in her voice.

"Fuckin' nothing…" he grunted into his cereal.

"Come on…" the girl prodded on.

"I said nothin', Blake," Sun mumbled back.

"Look, if I can tell you my problems, then you can tell me yours, okay?" reassured Blake, leaning in closer to Sun.

Sighing, Sun looked up from his cereal. He had to admit that Blake had a point. After all, if he could listen to her talk about her time in the White Fang, then he could probably talk about his problems right now. It was only fair.

"It's nothing but fuckin' bullshit, man! I mean, how the fuck can I be a fuckin' cop, if nothing I arrest stays in fuckin' jail?! And that was only after I got fuckin' lucky! Fuck…" Sun complained, finally expressing his frustration with yesterday.

Blake turned around to Neptune. "What's he talking about?" she flatly asked.

"Our hunter assignment," Neptune explained. "We're junior detectives now. Anyway, Sun wanted to be the 'loose cannon type' and bring in a criminal with style." He made sure to add air quotes around "loose cannon type".

Nodding, Blake turned back to Sun. "Why are you so worked up over this? You normally don't take things this seriously."

Sun shrugged. "I dunno… I just wanted to be like one of those guys ya see in movies, ya know? How the fuck can I be one if everything is workin' against me?"

"I'm sure that nobody is working against you," reassured Blake. Well, that was as far as they knew. They didn't know that Chief Irons put them on that specific route to keep Sun and Neptune out of his hair, but they didn't know that. There wasn't much they could do about it even if they did, anyway.

"Yeah, right," Sun spat. Then, he redirected his sour face back to his cereal, unwilling to hear any more.

Worried, Neptune nudged Blake with his shoulder to try and get her to do something. Her temper briefly flared up, and was this close to just slapping him. But, putting aside her loathing for the blue(?) haired student, she picked up that she still needed to do something.

"Look, is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" Blake asked in a calm tone. The only response she got from Sun was a small shake of the head.

Blake's cat ears unconsciously twitched as she thought. Right then, she was at a loss on how to get Sun back to his old, non-pissy self. Honestly, she thought that Sun was overreacting a bit, but maybe that was because he never had a real reason to have some of his expectations personally crushed in front of his eyes. After all, he always took things with a sense of humor and cleverness, as long as it came from someone else. If Blake had to guess, he hadn't been on the other side all that often.

"Wait!" Blake suddenly thought, "He just needs a taste of his old self again! But how… He's a good listener when it comes down to it… That's it! I'll tell him a story of mine!"

"Hey, Sun…" Blake began, "Did I ever tell you about the time Yang and I… experimented with dust crystals?"

That line certainly got Sun's attention. He looked up from his cereal bowl directly at Blake. It also got Neptune's attention. He leaded forward now curious to hear what this girl had to say. After all, the way she said "experiment" implied that it was sexy. Maybe he could pick up a few pointers.

"No…" cautiously replied Sun.

Lowering her voice, Blake began to recall her experience. She only intended for the table to hear it, after all.

"Well, it happened a few months ago… I read in Ninja—somewhere that using dust with, and on, a partner could improve a relationship. So, Yang kind of went along with it, and we got ready to try some… things with a pure crystal. The problem was that we only had a shock dust crystal on us. So, to make a long, embarrassing, and rather graphic story short, neither of us enjoyed it at all, Yang had to sit on a cushion while her aura healed the damage, and she kinda, sorta resented me for convincing her to do it. Just a little."

After a brief moment of silence, Sun began to uncontrollably laugh. How couldn't he? It was a pretty damn funny story. After all, the image of the strong Yang Xiao Long having to sit on a special cushion was more than enough to humor him.

Neptune, on the other hand, had easily one of the most powerful boners ever. It was so powerful, that it was in fact, incredibly uncomfortable, bordering on painful. Today was a bad, bad day to go commando. After all, the head of his dick was being crushed against the rough brass of his pants zipper. Only in incredibly kinky circles would that be considered a desirable thing. And Neptune wasn't that kinky of a man. A letch, sure, but not that kinky.

"BWWWAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha! Oh man! Oh fuck! Oh my- GAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Sun sputtered out between laughs.

Blake lowered her head with a measure of shame. Sure, it made Sun feel better, but it wasn't one of her proudest moments. When you use kinks in a relationship, it's built on a sense of trust between partners. Blake hated to admit it, but she felt that she slightly bruised Yang's trust in her by hurting her. But, she didn't want to dwell on it too much. If she did, then it would consume her. And, if it got to that point, then she would probably be forced to see a psychiatrist again. And there was no way in HELL she was going to a shrink again. So, Blake focused on the fact that she helped Sun, and left it at that.

"That's, err, quite the story you got there…" Neptune observed, trying not to make his erection blatantly obvious.

With the irritation that only a sexually disappointed person could have, Blake turned to Neptune and hissed, "You tell anyone, and you'll become a eunuch. Understood?"

"Y-yes ma'am," Neptune quickly uttered. Losing your balls over a painful story really didn't seem like the wisest move to make at the moment.

"Good," grunted Blake. Then, turning back to Sun, she mumbled, "So, uh…". To be completely honest with herself, Blake didn't know how to proceed with her assistance. Sure, she had kind of a good grasp on how to help someone, but she didn't really know how to continue after a story like that. Well, fortune favored the bold. Might as well go ahead with at least something.

"A-are you feeling better?" Blake stiltedly asked.

"He-heyah HAHAHAhahahaHAhahahHAhAAAaaa!" Sun managed to spurt out between more laughs.

Blake allowed herself that small victory. Well, at least it made Sun feel a little better. There was no better feeling than helping a friend. The group was starting to feel much more uplifted now.

Of course, that was immediately ruined by the arrival of a certain blonde brawler.

To her, Blake sure had taken a while to grab her breakfast. So, when she went over in her girlfriend's direction to investigate, Yang was… less than pleased with what she saw. Namely, that Blake was sitting next to that one blue haired prick that they had run into a few weeks ago. All she could remember about him was when he hit on her while she was out looking for her missing sister. But, that hatred was all she needed to remember.

As Yang calmly walked up to the table, nobody there really seemed to notice her approach. But, that changed when Yang grabbed Neptune by the hair, and without asking any questions, slammed his head into the hard oak of the table.

"GAHHH!" Neptune cried in pain.

"Are you hittin' on my girl you TEAL HAIRED FUCK?!" Yang screamed at Neptune's currently squished against the table face.

"A-actually, it's—" Neptune groaned, trying to clear up Yang's mistake. His hair wasn't EXACTLY teal, after all.

"SHUT UP!" Yang yelled at him some more.

Sun stood up in shock at Yang's actions, and Blake leapt out of her chair to try and pry the blonde bruiser off of Neptune. "He isn't worth it! He isn't worth it!" she pleaded with Yang.

"He wasn't doin' nothin'!" Sun said in his partner's defense.

Yang gaze back and forth between the Faunus pair. She considered what they said. Even if she had a personal dislike for this teal-haired prick, she couldn't beat him up for no reason. Then she would be no different than that Winchester douchebag. So, Yang relented, and let go of her grip on Neptune.

As soon as Neptune sat back up, he straightened his hair and tried to put on his best smile. The idea was to look as if he was a cool enough guy to let it slide. But, because of the fact that he now had a nasty bruise on the side of his head, in addition to his slightly shaky hands, it gave off the appearance that he was someone desperately trying not to freak out.

Sun picked up on this, and immediately got in-between his friend and Yang. "Yang, what the fuck was that for?!" he demanded to know.

"I thought he was chatting up Blake!" was her defense.

"At least fuckin' think first, god damn it!" Sun cried, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

"How was I supposed to fucking know, huh? You fucking know what he did the last time I saw him!" Yang shot back.

"If it means anything to you," Neptune began to say, "I'm sorry about that…"

"Oh, yeah? Why should I believe you?" Yang asked in a disbelieving tone.

"Because I never met you before," he explained. Now was the time to fix that bridge. Of course, it wouldn't be easy, considering that be burned it down before he knew it existed. But hey, there was always second chances for everything.

So, sticking out his hand at Yang, he introduced himself. "Hey, Neptune, Neptune Vasilias. How're you doing?"

Yang stared at the teal assho—no, Neptune's hand. Man, he had some gall to try and act like nothing happened. But, at least he was also willing to start over, apparently. If Yang didn't have the capacity to forgive in some form, then she wouldn't have been able to be a good sister to Ruby, or a decent person in general. So, she weighed her choice in her mind. To forgive, or not to forgive?

Blake and Sun watched on awkwardly at the scene playing out in front of them. Neither of them were sure whether or not Yang would accept Neptune's apology. After all, it came out of him pretty quick, and Yang was pretty pissed only a scant few minutes ago. Really, any chance of forgiveness was up in the air right now.

"He DID come off as a dick-cheese fucking cock-muncher when I first met him… but, I'd rather NOT have to beat him up every time I see him. Hell, like he just pointed out, I just did that for almost NO reason. So… I guess I can let him off a little…" Yang thought.

With all of her consideration done, Yang hovered her hand right next to Neptune's. But, instead of shaking it, she decided to slap Neptune's hand instead. That caught everyone off guard.

Leaning closer to Neptune's face, Yang calmly stated, "I'll forgive you. But, if you do ANYTHING to piss me off again, I won't hesitate in fucking your shit UP. Clear?"

Neptune tried to hide his nervous swallowing. "Crystal."

A grin formed across Yang's face as she corrected her standing. "Glad to have you on board!" she chirped, before clapping him on the back. Then, as if she felt everything was resolved, she began to saunter off, back to Team RWBY's table. "You comin', Blakey-poo?"

Sun couldn't help but snicker a little at Yang's pet name for Blake. "Heh, Blakey-poo…"

Blake profusely blushed at her girlfriend's nickname for her. "I swear, she got to stop…" she said under her breath. Then, turning to Sun, she gave a flat, "See you later."

With a brief, almost apologetic glance in Neptune's direction, Blake hurried after Yang.

Now that that rather bizarre scenario was finished, Sun and Neptune shared a confused look. How could either of them sum up what just happened? It was just that Neptune got shat on out of nowhere, and then made up with Yang. A lot just happened in a really short time period.

With a defeated shrug, Sun walked back over to his seat and began to eat his breakfast, while Neptune fixed the goggles on his head. They had gone askew from Yang's blow, and he needed them to rest just right on his head.

At least the worst of the day was over for them.

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How will this impact the future? Will it even impact the future? Who knows? Me. Well, maybe. Possibly? I can't give away any future surprises, can I? Meta question? Flag on the moon, how did it get there? …Man, I gotta stop asking vague questions. Anyway, just be sure to stay tuned for the next chapter. Look for it in present day, present time! Oh, and leave me some feedback while you're at it!

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