Writer Note:

Holy fuck what am I doing with my life.

I'm going to rewrite this shit periodically so don't be surprised if everything is different one day.

I don't write but hopefully I get better as I get started. If you see any errors or anywhere improvements can be made please say so.

Also, only one chapter is named. If you have an idea for what to name the chapters please put it in the review and If I like it Ill make it the chapter name.

Chapter One

Jaune slapped the palm of his right hand against his desk for the unpenteenth time. He was losing his mind while his neighboring classmates were losing their patience. For what must have been two days his hand would randomly scrunch up as if wanting to grasp something that wasn't there. He slapped the desk twice in quick succession.

"Nnngh. Stop it!" He failed to whisper silently to himself, much to the annoyance of his fellow classmates. Not wanting to disturb their fellow classmates any further, Pyrrha took it upon herself, again, to help her team leader (And also to score brownie points.).

Pyrrha placed her gentle yet firm hand on Jaune's left shoulder and let her breastplate rest on his back in a manner that only the densest of men would think was anything other than flirtatious. "Jaune what's wrong?" Pyrrha took his right hand into hers before holding it on her mounds. "Are you hurt? Is there anything I can do to make it better?" The overt sexual overtone wasn't lost on anybody except for one blonde man.

Jaune glanced at her and smiled. "Thanks but it's ok Pyr." Her heart inflated hearing his nickname for her. "You are a good friend." Her heart deflated to the tune of the bell, signalling class being dismissed.

Jaune gave his usual courtesies to his friends before rushing out the door, hand clung to his chest in agony. He darted to a nearby closet and shut himself inside. He slammed his hand against the wall as if to punish it. "Why!" He frantically muttered to himself. The pain was becoming unbearable and he could no longer fight back the tears in his eyes. "Why is everything in my life so fucked!?"

"Because you are a pussy."

Jaune wiped his face and spoke into the darkness "Who was that?"

"Your castrator if you ever rub your tears or snot on me again bitch."

Jaune was now more confused than the time he overheard Nora asking Ren about tossing some type of salad. He looked down and would've screamed if his right hand didn't clamp around his neck with a strength he didn't think he was capable of. "Listen here boi. I'm gettin real tired of this bitch nigga shit. Always crying when he thinks he's alone. Always getting his ass beat. Always takin fuckin L's. If you dont shut the fuck up and listen to my ass I'm hafta snap your shit in half."

Objection isn't an option when someone (or yourself) has their thumb and forefinger cradling your esophagus.

"I've been sleeping, hibernating, in your right hand for the last 17 years. Waitin for you to unlock my potential. What I didn't count on was you being such a pussy nigga. Having Amazon's and shit letting you cop feels and you don't do shit!"

The hand let go of Jaunes neck and cocked back before giving him a hearty slap. Jaune flew back against the door, knocking it off its hinges and leaving a him sized hole through it. Jaune was used to taking hits because he was a pussy boy his whole life but this slap was like no other he has ever received. It echoed throughout the hallway and into the depths of his soul.

When he came to he was resting in an arm chair. Red walls filled with portraits and other adornments surrounded him. He looked toward the fireplace, its heat radiating against his still sore cheek. Above it standing was the largest portrait in the room. It was portraying 18 people. A rather large man carrying an extremely frail child surrounded by women of varying ages. Upon further inspection Jaune realized it was his family and thus, he was in his family's home. He stood up, or at least tried to. Tripping and landing on his face he let out one last cry. "Don't cry young one." A mysterious figure behind him spoke softly. Jaune looked behind him before being swept up in a giant pair of arms.

Jaune's father cradled his child. Jaune was surprised. For some reason he looked like he was an 8 year old again. "Dad?." Jaune said taking care to wipe his face with his left hand.

"I want to show you something boy." Jaune's dad said as he picked up a book on the table before him with his free hand. He sat both of them down in the neighboring chair and began to read. He weaved a tale to Jaune, a tale of the Arc's, it was epic and awe inspiring to the lad and would be an awesome tale to read if I felt like writing it. Jaunes dad placed the book back down on the table and turned back to Jaune. "Jauney boy." He mused. "You come from a long line of men. Baller ass men, son. Take a look at this picture" He pointed at the large painting again. "Your sister's, Jaune. All different mothers. They look the same because my sperm is supreme but each one had a different mom. And not just any mom. Milfs, Jaune, milfs. I had a harem of women and the person you call mom was my bottom bitch." Jaune looked confused. "That means my main chick. My favorite."

Jaune's dad placed both his hands on Jaunes shoulders aggressively. "You are my only son, son! You are solely responsible for keeping our lineage strong. You must be an Alpha Male!"

"What do you mean father! Father!... FATHER!" Jaune grasped at his father's sleeve and heard an effeminate cry.

Velvet shrieked and recoiled. Jaune took in his surroundings before collecting himself. He was in the beacon west wing hallway again, covered in splinters and the gazes of the small crowd around him. He stood up embarrassed and dusted himself off before facing velvet who was still cowering beneath him. "Are you alright? I'm so, so, so sorry." Jaune said with his right arm extending towards her.

Velvet looked at Jaune then his arm, particularly his hand. It was slightly muscular, testament to his resolve to improve. But for some odd reason it looked like it was faintly glowing. She hesitated briefly before grabbing his palm "It's alright. Tha-." She stopped mid sentence as her lungs hitched and her brain short circuited. The sensation of Jaune's palm sent soothing vibrations that stretched from her arm to her heart and she could of also sworn her nether regions. At that moment her entire world was composed of Jaune, nothing else mattered. Primal thoughts emerged from her subconscious, all crying out in unison for Velvet to complete one task. To mate. She found herself in Jaune's arms, her torso colliding with his in all the right ways. She didn't know what came over her and there would be no telling what she would've done if a certain redhead hadn't called from behind her.

"What is going in here...?" Pyrrha tried to hide her ire with a sickly sweet tone but failed spectacularly. Velvet, thoroughly confused and embarrassed at herself muttered something unintelligible before running off, shoving through the crowd. Pyrrha strode to Jaune's side before looking at the closet and then back to him. "So what happened?"

Jaune shoved his right hand into his pocket, not taking into account the fabric of his pants wasn't thick enough to hide his hands glow. Pyrrha took his arm in hers and led him away from the crowd towards the medical office. "Were you beat up again? Did Cardin not learn his lesson from last time I swear on my-"

"No, jeez." Jaune said half annoyed at her for just assuming he couldn't defend himself, which was the truth and annoyed him further. " I uhh... Tripped."

"Jaune, who trips through a solid wooden door?"

"That sounds like something I would do."

"Fair." Pyrrha had to give that point to him, the lovable klutz. "But is that the whole truth?"

Jaune contemplated not showing her his increasingly glowing hand but a woman as sharp as her would pick up on it eventually. Why not now? He made her promise to keep cool before slowly taking his right hand and presenting it to her.

Pyrrha stared at his hand silently. Why was it glowing, she pondered. It didn't take her long to realize what it most likely would be. " Jaune... That's a semblance! We did it!" Pyrrha was ecstatic. The long nights of secretly training him have now been brought to fruition.

Jaune stared at his hand. No way... It's been almost a year since Pyrrha took him under his wing. Slowly, the young huntsman got better but he was still among the weakest of beacon academy. Without a semblance he was considered among some of the student body to be a joke and would have never got in without his forged acceptance letter. A hint of a smile forged on his face before he realized something. That he had no idea what it did. He needed to experiment. "Watch this Pyr." Her head kicked up in delight. Jaune took a basic battle stance, feet shoulder width apart and arms at the ready. Taking aim at the nearest door, he punched it with all his might. The three middle knuckles on his right hand exploded in pain and he quickly curled up into a fetal position. "What the hell?!" Jaune asked Pyrrha who shrugged.

"You. Are. Dumb. As. Fuck."

Jaune's right arm violently picked himself up in a rather painful manner. Pyrrha was extremely concerned but stayed silent as she watched. Jaune clutched his right arm against his chest. "What the hell!" Jaune said exasperatedly.

"I'm you. Your hand. Your pimp hand."

"Pump hand?" Jaune said with the usual confused look. Pyrrha wanted to inquire Jaune about what he wanted to pump and his hand yearned to strangle him again.

"Your PIMP hand, retard. God damn always saying some stupid shit. P.I.M.P. Player Into Making Paper."

Pyrrha stared at Jaune who was arguing with his new glowing hand. She could tolerate some craziness but this was pushing it. "Jaune did you hit your head? Let's hurry to the nurses..." Jaune had a maddening look in his eyes and he turned directly into Pyrrha's worried gaze. The wild look in his eyes made Pyrrha blush. Maybe she could tolerate this...

"Shut the fuck up and listen boy. You're gonna start doing what I say or I'm gonna twist your nuts off." Jaune quickly shut the fuck up. "Take me and place me on her chest. Don't make me repeat myself."

"I couldn't possibly do that she's my best frie-!" Jaune's hand took prerogative and landed on Pyrrha's breast plate. "Pyrrha oh god I didn't mean too." He mouthed to a silent woman.

This is where I would write Pyrrha thoughts if she was still able to form them. Never in her wildest of wild dreams did she think the timid and shy Jaune would be the aggressor. Grabbing at her womanhood in broad daylight on his own accord. Something carnal awoke inside her that moment. Jaune's hand moved under her breast plate and squeezed inside it, pushing her to the wall behind her he was using such force. Jaune was mortified.

"Oh yea just as I thought. SUPPLE."

Jaune, using all the force he could muster, pulled off of Pyrrha and fell back. Pyrrha slowly slid down the wall, face seemingly blank of all emotion. Jaune finally growing a backbone, slammed his palm against the wall in frustration, "You made me molest my teammate! I want answers or I'm cutting you off!"

"Jaune. Look at the crater you just made" Damus said, sighing aloud.

Jaune moved his hand out the way and sure enough, a giant handprint was embedded into the granite wall.

"That was but a fraction of the power of the Pimp Hand, young blood. Does that answer your question?"

"Well that explains one thing..." Said Jaune curtly, "What about inappropriately groping Pyr?"

"Your boy loves to cop a feel, heh. Bitch loved it just look at 'er"

Jaune sighed as well and took a gander at her form. She appeared unconscious but there was a smile cracking from her lips. But why would she, he wondered. Jaune's Pimp Hand knew what he wondered and propped up.

"I have the magic touch, playa. But I don't need that to make this bitch love ya. She already does."

The thought of Pyrrha holding any romantic feelings for him, a loser in every way of the word, was so absurd he completely rejected the notion. Jaune picked up the surprisingly light Pyrrha, taking care to not use his right hand. He dropped her off at the medical office in his stead and headed towards his dorm. His Pimp Hand musing that having guys and girls in the same bay was all kinds of naughty the whole way.

"I'm just saying. You got two fine ass redhead snowbunnies. Jus in the other room. It'd be a shame not too."

Jaune slammed the door to his team's bay behind him before heading into the room he and Ren shared. He didn't know what managing a "trois" entailed but the way Pimp Hand was saying it made him not want any part of it. "Ok I've accepted that you might be a semblance but you also could be some kind of perverted ghost haunting me. I want answers PH."

"First if all don't ever refer to me as "PH". My name is Negrodamus. Don't ever forget it. And I might as well be a semblance so we'll just go with it."

Jaune was almost in hysterics. Having a semblance of sorts was the best thing that could happen to him. But a talking one? That could take control of his favorite hand? Jaune wasn't having it. "I've never heard of a semblance that can speak let alone take control of its host."

"We both know your ass don't study so don't go spouting shit about semblances like you know shit about it, you don't." Jaune had to concede that point he doesn't study for shit. "Negrodamus is the world's greatest pimp and as such I have named myself after him. Anything that has to do with pimping I'm good at and if I don't know I can master it within seconds. I'm tired of watching you disgrace my name with your bitch antics so I surfaced myself, don't ask me how. I'm gonna teach you how to play and if you refuse I'm punching your kidneys through your asshole. Visualize that if you will." It was not a pleasant visualization. He stayed silent and listened. "No retort? Good, you are learning to respect your superiors. Look i'll level with you. I know you are tired. Tired of being a joke character. Tired of getting pushed around. Tired of being disrespected. I'm gonna shape you. Before I give you my true power you must prove yourself. Fail even one and I disappear. You'll go back to being the bottom bitch for the entire school. I'm gonna make you into a dope ass PIMP. You game?"

Negrodamus' words echoed inside Jaune. While he is crude and a bit of a dick he did make a good point. Jaune was sick and tired of being weak and pitiful. He was the leader to team JNPR but in reality he was the anchor, holding them back. Could Negrodamus actually help him. He reminisced about the door and wall he slapped. The Pimp Hand was truly a force to be reckoned with. But what would Negrodamus ask of him? Damus already molested Pyrrha. What if that was only the beginning. Could he really become a Pimp? His arm was aching it was time to make a choice. "... I'm in" Jaune said, confidence lost in his voice.

"Jaune... We are going to have so much fun..heh"