HOW CAN I BE HAPPY..? HOW CAN I MOVE ON WHEN ALL I HAVE IN THIS DAMN WORLD WAS NOTHING BUT PAIN AND SORROW..?
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6 YEARS AGO
"You know Jaune, I swear you never stop having such a gloomy face. You should really smile more often."
A silver haired girl in black says to her friend.
"Should I really? Ya know Its hard for me to do so when there's nothing to really smile about..."
The blonde boy replied cynically
"But you smile when I'm around, don't you? Or- do you just not enjoy my company?"
She retorted back in a tone that sounds hurtful
That got a immediate reaction out of Jaune as he panically replied,
"What!? Wait nonono, wait I'm sorry. I DO enjoy it whenever your around and you DO make me happy, sorry If I made you doubt our relationship."
The boy quickly answered back in hopes to keep her happy.
"...Pft" She held in her laughter before she couldn't hold it back at the boys flustered face "Pfff-Puahahahaha!"
"Oi! I thought you were serious for a moment, are you just gonna make fun of me all day or actually come here and help me out Angelica?"
Jaune exclaimed, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
With Angelica's laughing fit toning down, she moves close to the boy
"Haa~ sorry, I cant help it Jaune. Your way too easy to tease sometimes, plus, ought to put that frown upside down no? Your way to gloomy for someone your age."
Jaune promptly rolled his eyes before looking back at his handiwork
"What are you planning on adding to this one Jaune?"
Angelica questioned him as she looked down at what he was making
"I'm thinking of a sort of gravity dust implement to it in hopes of making a more destructive force whenever I swing it down."
As Jaune tinkered with the enormous great sword and grabbed a fairly big purple crystal and fitted it inside the weapon's hilt.
"If that's the case, what's the point of making it bigger than your body can even handle?"
She questioned it as she looked down the where the cracks were forming beneath the table the weapons sat on.
"The gravity dust would also help in making it lighter for me to wield. Lighter for carry, much heavier when swinging. And, it could scare the hell out of people. I mean, who would even want a slab of metal slamming down on them?"
As he said this, he pressed a switch on the hilt of the weapon. A soft Hum was heard as the weapon faintly glowed white for nothing but a second before it dissipated, as it did the weapon felt lighter to Jaune. He then lifted the weapon with ease but still had a hefty weight similar to his other weapons.
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A Remnant Of Sorrow
FanfictionWhat If Jaune Arc were to take the mantle of Roland, the well beloved Grade 9 fixer?
