Pilot Predator (OCs x RWBY)

Pulling Strings

“Y-you’re the pair that- Neo wanted to stalk the whole time…?” Roman coughed, turning back to them.
“Why yes- and it- well it wasn’t just to stalk…” The white haired man pulled out his scroll and projected a video of Neo going to town kissing someone's face, but their face was blurred by editing. Roman assumed it was the man he was speaking to and sighed.

“Sh-she made out- with the enemy… How lovely…” He spat sarcastically, making the man stifle a laugh.

“Of Course- Roman? Did you know I saw Cinder’s plan the moment I spoke to her?” The man visibly raised an eyebrow as Roman’s eyes glanced back at him in curiosity.
“Did you now?” He let out a laugh, as he could tell the man wasn’t having his shit. He sighed and let the man continue.

“I met her in the halls- lovely woman, quite young looking for someone in her mid-20’s. I see how she slipped right in.” He smiled as Ghost got bored and stepped out of the room.

“Let me guess- you made out with her too?” They both laughed before the figure wiped it away.

“I will say- I wish. It would spare me the fate of what I must do to her.” He sighed as Roman raised an eyebrow.

“I want you back on their side- as my own little inside man, got it?” He lifted Romans chin up and they locked eyes. He saw the reflection of the cold, white snow in them, followed by the fires of hate- if that makes sense.

“I-...” He hesitated. He looked at his condition and smiled before turning his head back to the white-eyed man.
“Sure. Gonna be quite suspicious, however, when I walk home, in a condition like th-” Roman was cut off as he blinked his eyes and realized he was standing in the room.

His wounds were gone and his suit was repaired. He looked around and noticed his shaved hair was still on the floor, yet he felt his hair was on his head. He inspected it with his and, and sure enough- it was real. He gave a small tug to see if it was a wig and winced when it hurt. What the fuck was that…?

He thought to himself as he stepped out of the room, finding a hallway. He walked to the end of a hallway where he saw a coat rack, his bowler hat hanging from the top. He smiled as he got closer, then saw the note on it.

“I’ll be in touch. -Your new boss.” Followed by the scroll number. He saved it, then threw away the note as he stepped out, into the bright sunlight. What did I get myself into?

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Later…

Jaune is seen holding a white rose with a smile on his face, as he walks around campus, looking for Weiss.

“Yeta!” Her echoing voice is heard off-screen as Jaune steps back and hides behind a tree. She walks past him and walks up to the pilot, a cute smile on her face as he turns around with a smirk. “What’cha need, Princess?” He asks, putting his hands behind his head and looking down at her.

“This- may or may not come off as unorthodox- but would you like to accompany me to the dance tomorrow?” She puts her hands behind her back as she looks at the ground, the toes of her shoes twirling in one spot as he smiles.

Jaune looks on in sadness and disappointment as he wraps his arms around her, whispering to her. She smiles and hugs him back, as Jaune drops the rose, stepping on it- but not before the pilot caught a glimpse of the sad blonde.
Yeta rested his hands on Weiss’s shoulders and grew a wide smile before he kissed her on the cheek.
“Be right back, Elsa.” He winked at her and she huffed, as the pilot dashed after Jaune.

“J-Man.” Yeta calls out to him, gaining his attention.
“Oh- h-hey, Yeta… I didn’t mean to intru-” Yeta shushed him.
“Look- I’m acting dumb, not am dumb.” Jaune raised an eyebrow as the dark-haired pilot continued.

“What I’m saying is- I can see you like her- and I feel you. I love her with… I’d say all- but mostly a third of my heart- unless I have three hearts, THEN all my heart.” Yeta rambled, only making Jaune more confused. 

“What-” Yeta turned back to him, chuckling nervously.
“Don’t ask- the point I’m getting at- I see why you love her. She’s so- so-” Yeta rambled about her, making Jaune shift between a frown and a smile at their shared passion.

God was also too lazy to describe why the pilot likes her.

“Sorry- damn it- Uhm- basically, just don’t get blinded by love- like I am- and look to see what’s ahead of you. I’m no red-haired spartan with damn good advice- but I can give you some words to take that blindfold off your heart.” Yeta grabbed the boy's shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

"Take this, for example. You're either a really rich- therefore famous- person-or a really good athlete or whatnot." Yeta turned his gaze to the blonde, who was confused, but listening.

"All these fans- all these people. They admire you and love you for what you do- not yourself. They tell themselves "you're too good for me-" or "he's out of my league." and all that mamba jamba." Granted, you're the last person I should be talking about fame or talent." The pilot snickered as he looked at the boy, who showed interest in his point.

"What I am getting at- is people don't see you for you- they see you as this famous person that's way above them. But what happens when you meet someone that has no idea who you are- who doesn't fall to their knees at your feet- and they see you as a person?" He looked at Jaune again, frustrated that the boy still wasn't getting his point. 

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENS, WHEN PYRRHA MEETS YOU, AND GROWS A FUCKING CRUSH ON YOU- AND YOU GO OFF, TALKING ABOUT SOME OTHER GIRL THAT’S ALREADY TAKEN BY ANOTHER DUDE!?" He grabbed Jaune by his armor and lifted him up.
"-...what-"

Yeta snarled at the boy.
"Let me spell it out for you. Pyrrha. Likes. You." He growled as he threw the boy down, who quickly got back up and looked at the ground.

"She… what-?" Yeta restrained himself from roundhouse kicking that little shit in his jaw as he turned away.
"I'm done here." He huffed as the boy called out to him.

"Does she re-" He didn't get to finish. "Yes. Now go ask her to the stupid fucking dance or I'm shoving that sword up your ass because you're breaking the poor, innocent Spartans heart the longer you stand here and stare at the ground." He looked over his shoulder to see the boy jump and smile.

"I- how do I respond to this-" Jaune muttered, before the pilot slapped him.
"DO NOT RESPOND, GO FUCKING ASK HER OUT. Not everything is all sunshine and rainbows, kid. Who knows what might take a stab at you guys.." Yeta muttered, causing the boy to nod. He ran off to look for the red head as the pilot sighed.

Fucking hell…

"Someone knows how to give some pep talks." Yeta turned the corner to see Weiss leaning against the wall, a huge smile on her face.

"Ha- I just stated the obvious. Being a star on the Frontier- I know how she felt, except, instead of love, it was respect." He sighed as he turned to her. He cocked a smug grin and pinned her to the wall she leant against, turning her face as red as her outfits collar.

"What are you-" He cut her off as he smashed his lips into hers, catching her off guard. She melted into the kiss as he ran a finger down her body, relaxing his hand on her waist.
She fidgeted uncomfortably, before realizing he had stopped at her hips. He broke a kiss and pulled back, a string of saliva connecting them.

They smiled at each other, before Weiss suddenly grabbed his wrists and turned them around, pinning him to the wall. She gave a alluring grin and Yeta’s face flushed red as she showed new dominance.
"Bad boy~" She scolded him as she kissed him passionately.

"Gross." Ghost commented as he walked by, carrying a mountain of papers to a nearby dumpster. The two separated and stood there nervously upon getting caught, until the other pilot walked back into his building. Yeta lifted his foot to take a step away, but was pinned to the wall again.
"We're not done here~" She let out a purr into his ear, making it turn a bloody pink.

Oh shit…